Minstrel

My friend, the boss of the whole house, is going soon. Really soon. He's 17. And he's so sick. His renal system failed. I thought he was losing weight because of his thyroid condition. Dan has been out of town the last few weeks on business. I stayed home from work last Monday morning to take my car to the shop, and noticed that Min looked pretty sick. So I took him to the vet. They took blood, and gave him some fluids. I thought he was getting skinny because of his thyroid.

Tuesday his blood came back with really bad news. Chronic renal failure. He needed to have fluids everyday...I couldn't do it. Dan and I thought maybe we could stabilise him by giving him sub-q fluids every day. Renal failure is not painful.

We got Minstrel home from the vet's today. So weak he could barely walk, he couldn't even lift his head to eat. Dan decided it was time to let him go, and I called the vet to come out. Minstrel died about 40 minutes ago, on the coffee table that's holding my laptop as I type this. He was my friend.

Sheep or Watermelon?

Sorry, couldn't resist. Your boy is in deep trouble. Good. I'm enjoying it. He should be in even deeper trouble...but of course, since the media in this country resides firmly in the pockets of conservatives, he isn't. I'm satified with the amount of trouble he's in now. Hopefully, it will be fatal. To his administration.

I hate everyone, equally.

While age makes me a boomer, though one born on the tail end of the boom(1959), I'm not a boomer in my head. First of all, I'm not well off. That disqualifies me immediately. In my heart, which is black as a piece of coal and half as combustible and twice as polluting when it burns, I'm more a member of the Watergate Nation. I don't like boomers, because they've all become conservative Republican sell-outs, and they sure do love themselves. I don't like Gen-Yecccch (X), with their suicide, heroin, navel-gazing and inability to concentrate, though some of them did write good music. Then killed themselves before they started writing bad music. I don't like Gen Y (pink is the new black! Yeah, right, fuck-tard). Or Z.

Islamists who get their panties a-twist and burn embassies and call for jihad and issue fatwahs because of a fucking cartoon can go fuck themselves, too. That means you, too, Christians. Murderous evangelicals, especially. They all need to be banished from this country, or better yet, given the Ol Yeller treatment, like the rabid animals they are. I hate them. Go Fuck your Christian selves.

At least Muhammad actually existed.

Everybody except my friends/family/cats can just go fuck themselves to death, quite frankly. Die. I don't care.