NOT Over!

 Of course, I refer to the World Cup nonsense. I guess the wannabe jocks, worthless for the most part and as athletic as a bucket of lard, like watching stuff like that, in the sports bars and at home, sitting for hours and only rising up occasionally for another beer, more snacks, and to pee and shit. That's about as athletic as it gets for the average American. Soft. Very soft. But watching sports on TV makes them feel "manly". Talking about sports makes them feel "manly". But real exercise? Pumping iron? Running? Working up a sweat? Feeling the burn? Probably not. 

But that's really none of my business. I attend to my business and you attend to yours and never the twain shall meet. I have no use for couch potatoes. I have no use for drunks. I have no use for the self-indulgent and undisciplined. And so it goes. 

And it's not over yet. Something tells me that there will be a shock in the near future. It hasn't gotten real yet, but I suspect that it will.