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Hey there, Fatty McMadDude here.

2020 is past us now. YAY!
It was an extremely bad year for everyone, mainly because of the virus that never went away. Or at least never did by the time "experts" predicted it would. They said we'd have to put up with it for a few months.

Well, it's 2021 and my family STILL has to wear masks and "socially distance". And now that Biden is President, those things won't be going away any time soon.

Biden will be sitting in the big chair in the Oval Office as of tomorrow, and all of the supposed ills of society caused by Trump won't be going away; as a matter of fact I predict they'll get worse, much worse.
Remember how Obama got rid of racism during his 8 years? Got that economy going into overdrive and made us all rich? Pretty much fixed all of the bad stuff George W. did in HIS 8 years? Well, look for the same sort of fixing to get done with Joe and Kamala. Except even worse.

I would lay out all of my predictions here and now, but there's proper places and times for things and this ain't it.

Good news though. Mary Anne's muse has been whispering to her occasionally and she's been writing a little. Hopefully the muse will start its screaming again and you may see some results from it.

In the meantime, love and anger, boys and girls.

Angry Old Fat Man

Angry Old Fat Man here.

Well, it's the last day of April 2020 and we have been "quarantined" since March. Nothing has really changed around our household. Crazy Duck Lady has worked from home since a couple of years ago, and I've been declared disabled and unable to work.

The Democrats have finally managed to do it. Trump, with his wonderful empowerment to our economy, had been a shoo-in for Prez this year. Now, because of COVID19 (better known as the "coronavirus"), his opponents have shut down practically all businesses and instituted a panic via their propaganda belt, the mainstream alphabet new media outlets. Since knuckling under the "scientists and doctors", Trump's next term is endangered.

The only thing that Trump can look forward to is the opposition nominee bench and its incompetence.

Barring any surprises, Joe Biden is the Dem candidate of choice. Joe not only has cognitive problems (essentially being a senile old fart), but he also has trouble literally keeping his hands off of women. There are innumerable photos of him groping underage little girls, and one very credible case of him digitally (as in, with fingers) raping one Tara Reade a while back. And it's funny how the same people who scream with rage at Justice Kavanaugh for his invented behavior in high school are now dead silent at Joe. That is, the ones who aren't outright calling his victim a liar.

So that's the news for us from months back. We've survived the virus and watched our youngest puppy Dixie growing at a phenomenal rate.

Angry Old Fat Man, signing off.

Angry Old Fat Man here, with a stupendous announcement:
I got the Christmas tree up! YAY!

We had to get a much smaller tree, thanks to Little Yippy Dog.

We also decided to change up the ornaments. We had a lot of ornaments in various sizes and shapes with pics of our boys in them with Santa. The first several were clear snowflake ones. So we decided to change all of the ornaments to snowflake ones, thanks to Snapins.

We kept a few other ones that were hand-made, but one in particular was metal and glass, and we decided to put the newest member of the family in it:

Happy Holidays to you and your kin!

Angry Old Fat Man here, boys and girls.

America landed on the moon on my third birthday. That's right, I was born exactly three years before mankind took their first steps on a different celestial body, our moon.

Unbelievably, there are fools out there who not only don't believe we did this, but also believe we faked the footage live and they advertise this misinformation to influence the young and the extremely gullible:

Thank God we have people who are not only knowledgeable, but have a sense of humor.

There are numerous Internet memes that have an "expanding brain" sequence, which shows a brain and/or spirit expanding from a Homer Simpson sized nugget up to a galactic sized ethereal enlightened soul.

I found one the other day that addressed the moon landing:

Enjoy! The Eagle has landed!

Hi there, children, it's me the Obese Guy with Anger Issues. It's been awhile, I know, what took me so long to update blah blah blah make me a sandwich and get me a Capri Sun and shut the hell up.

My darling wife the Crazy Duck and Little Yappy Dog Lady and I have finally done it. We've raised our two boys into full-fledged men. I've got to say it was a team effort and I'm extremely proud of the job we've done.

...continue reading "Empty Nest, Somewhat (May 2019)"