Gone again. Sick again.

So many posts still to write about the sea of crap currently engulfing the world in its tsunami. BFam always tells me there are two things he never talks about in mixed company (that includes family): religion and politics. They always start such controversial and heated debate amongst a room full of idiots throwing half-truths and heresay around a room like spaghetti sauce. I have, too often, stuck my foot in my own mouth talking about just those two things to anyone who will listen. Not because I think I’m smart or like spaghetti sauce - because I do like spaghetti sauce, it is awesome - but because I am a glutton for punishment. And here, at FEAR, I can say anything I want without worry of repercussion or the possibility of losing a family member or friend to public opinion versus my own soapbox since this is my site and I can pretty much say boogersnots and no one really care. But I am mindful of my own archives and am a frequent reader of my own work. And since my mouth gets me in trouble, I figure my fingers could show some pause and be the catalyst between thought, mouth and deed. ‘Tis the brilliance of writing with an eraser or typing with a delete button. So I will keep watching the bloody, gory mess that is politics while subliminally directing you to wonderful places like here and here for peeks into the inner workings of my thought process during this time.

Meanwhile, I digress as I am prone to do. It’s Friday. I haven’t written all week. I’m rambling. What better diversion than a music break. I can almost here BFam cringe when I do this but I have such an uncanny talent for making him cringe, why stop now?

Artist: M.I.A.
Song: Paper Planes
Also heard in: Movie trailer for Pineapple Express
Buzz: I’ve heard her stuff before. Worthy of booty shaking, but not exactly what I’d called chock full o’ talent.