I am not seeking pity. For the sake of transparency, you needed to know the reason why I stopped writing. You see, I have this gnawing tendency to be frank. I got sick and I had to stop. Out the door went my career and everything I loved to do. My raging fire became smoldering embers; my tenacity became a melancholic, "Eh."
I needed something to piss me off. To vigorously shake the thick stream of boiling acid within! And I found my target.
Donald J. Trump, the
For the next four years - or impending impeachment - after that d-rated abomination on January 20th, 2017, I will endeavor to orchestrate transparent pieces about our national embarrassment and his flying monkeys.
Hopefully, you will laugh, or not. Or tell me to perform an unholy act with an object of your choice. Sideways.
See you in five days!