Dipshit moratorium

I'm done. Well, for at least a week...through Christmas. Ideally forever, because i'm sick to death of being stressed by him AND wasting my time writing about him...even though it's cathartic and, apparently, entertaining to others. I can't imagine NEVER writing about him again. But for the next week...and hopefully much longer...I'm done. Finished. Tis the season to be JOLLY. Not CONSUMED with murderous RAGE! The birthday of Jesus is almost upon us! And it'll open up my creativity to opine on OTHER things. Perhaps broaden my blog appeal to church groups from the Midwest. There, I feel cleansed and reborn already! As if...as if i'm in a manger in Bethlehem! Swaddled in a newborn's clothes! Wait, i'm sorry, i'm flashing back to a sordid weekend in Bethlehem, PA back in '96. This has NOTHING to do with the Baby Jesus. GOOD tidings to ALL!