"Apathy is not something I care about one way or the other."

“Election Day “ looms less than a week away. And yet, I am finally coming to terms with the world’s animosity toward me. If Jeff Weaver can turn his life around and poke Angels’ fans with a World Series-clinching victory, then I can turn my back on the “democratic” process and say I have better things to do with my life. And perhaps I will. But why can’t I stay away? Why do I feel compelled by the all-too-human display of hapless folks trying desperately to “make a difference?”

Well, firstly as evidenced by the paragraph above, when one senses the need to use quotation marks every other sentence to qualify the terms we use to describe this charade, one expects to be rewarded with return trips to the source. If nothing else, let us be entertained! What can be more amusing? And it’s all very well until it affects you. And this happens the moment the cock crows the next morning. Feeling the boot on the face is a sure way to motivate oneself to want to fight the good fight. But alas, what to do? Gee, I guess I’ll vote. So vote then. I could be wrong.

But as for me, I’m here for the beer, steer and cheer.