Here I am in all my splendor, if splendor were to mean blahhhhh….

I started this blog because of a rumor. It wasn’t just something that I dreamt of. Someone said that I said something which I did not say but somehow was said that I said it… which I, would like to make clear, didn’t say. Fact is, I can’t even remember what was said, but I didn’t say it. I think that’s the webster definition of rumor. I set out to set the record straight. In doing so, my blog morphed into something uncontrollable that has a whole 55 viewers, yay. Recently, I have received some criticisms of my blarticles. That’s fine. My blarticles are my way of coping with shit I don’t understand. I, by no means, state or even wish that you take what I say as gospel, it isn’t. I have never claimed to be perfect, I’m not, or even right, there’s a 50/50 chance that I could be completely off, that’s if their are two sides to the story, if there’s more, I’m screwed. If my blarticles, which are meant to be amusing at times, serious at other times, are causing you discomfort or to feel upset or angry, then I suggest that you tune out. There are way better things to read. Subscribe to your local newspaper would be my suggestion. I subscribe to the Washington Post and the NYT. The reason is because these entities are there to present unbiased facts, so you can make informed decisions. My blog is more the therapeutic writings of a sane man, some may disagree, but who is not all that smart. I’m wrong, sometimes, probably more often than I realize, but I have no problem admitting that. What I don’t understand is anyone getting upset, I’m a blog, not even a recognizable one. Death threats are unnecessary, as are marital proposals by the same dudes. This brings me to my next point. I was married to a beautiful woman and maybe one day I will remarry a beautiful woman. If this also upsets you or makes you uncomfortable or creates hate in your heart, I suggest that you once again tune out. This blog is never a referendum on someone’s sexuality but at the same time it seems taboo to say you are straight these days. I’m straight. Just ugly. But still straight. Dumb as fuck sometimes, but still straight. Which I believe might be the definition of the straight guy. I urge you, if any of the listed above items give you problems, please tune out, I can’t force you to do it, but I don’t understand why you would stay. Being angry at someone that doesn’t even know you, well, it’s crazy. I will say that my circumstances make me who I am now, somewhat a person looking for reform in a broken system, maybe they will make me something different as those circumstances… age, I think that my be the best word for it.