Nearest I can tell, I'm now supposed to tell five weird habits, or quirky things, about me.
1. I have saved spent brass for more than 10 years, with the plan to, "one day" when I have more time, become a reloader. I'm running out of places to put the stuff, but "one day" I'll get around to it.
2. I don't want to "dialogue" with so-called peace protesters. The vast majority of them are commie-leftist-idiots. And they aren't at all interested in "dialogue." They want you to be quiet and listen to them tell you all that is wrong about this country. If it's so damn bad, then why don't they make use of the empty rafts on our southeastern shores, that newly free Cuban refugees will gladly give them, and paddle their way to a socialist's paradise?
3. Procrastination is my middle name. I work better when under pressure, it seems.
4. I do my own gardening and yard work. No illegal aliens on my payroll.
5. Back in the olden days, I threw out chain mail. Now today, I may be answering Landry's tag, but I won't pass it on... because I procrastinated for so long that there's nobody left to pass it on to.
Happy New Year, everyone! (except for Malachy Kilbride and the other idiot lefties reading this - I hope that 2006 is the most unpleasant and unprofitable year they have ever seen)
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