BOOMERS ANONYMOUS -- Care or Quit?

Start here . Welcome to Part 3, The Series Finale.  Part 1 and Part 2 did surely go by quickly.  Time flies when sorting through the lies. Where were we?  That's right! The subject was cheat codes, and the linguistic fuckery that is more than prevalent in MSM, so much so that Hunter's Laptop was "Russian Disinformation" only until the crime boss could begin pretending to lead the United States. In less upright sectors of the legal profession, it is called "terms of art." The lies we have uncovered (together) are too numerous to review. Their deceptions create dragons, imagined and real, munching mushroom clouds on the world stage. Their stratospheric falsehoods wear legal trappings, sheepskin garbed, traps to hypnotize, pervert, and enslave our sad, opiated, and most of all, unthinking fellow human beings. I have no doubt that you folks, you, the rational, and the rest who cannot care less about political agendas, have long disspelled the notion that legac...

 OR . . . as the red-hatted hordes CHEERING for NASCAR driver bRANDON BROWN would say . . . "Right on, Q!" Start here .  Welcome back boomers (and kids) to another edition ... uh, addition, ... or is it merely a rendition?  OK, enough bull about Durham . . . So, a great French comedian once said,  "Zee timing, she eez evereething."    I Think, Therefore I Drink Based on that, I think once a week should be the proper dosage of this comic relief, plus or minus a paragraph or two. If you could just help me calibrate it . . . if you don't mind . . . that would be great. We are hunkered down in the Carolina Piedmont, stocked up with white bread, toilet paper, and almond milk. We got hit by a full inch of snow and sleet, just before MLK Day. Then we got hit again just this weekend.  And the NFL isn't rigged. Hmph. I can hear my Yankee friends laughing scornfully at the Southern facade, the genteel, neurotic, Prince of Tides machismo , panicked at the prosp...