Big Dogs, My Ass

These bloggers, folks, perhaps if they could just get some other interests. Maybe THAT would help. Like, for instance, I don't know, instead of surfing the Internet/looking for dot-coms that perpetrate various conspiracy theories (this, in an attempt to denigrate their political opponents), maybe have them check out some art-work; Frank Weston Benson perhaps. If that doesn't work, how 'bout some classic cinema? Anything with Montgomery Clift (no clifffff, not because he was gay) works for me; "The Heiress", "From Here to Eternity", "A Place in the Sun", "Red River", etc.. Oh, and, THEN, after the movie, have them throw some Bedrich Smetana in to the player - Czech nationalism, bro!; "The Maldau", "The Bartered Bride". It's all frigging good, for Christ!........................................Of course, having said all this, the one thing that would help most would be the installation of a little humility. These guys (most of who, let's be clear here, folks, have a clear/textbook diagnosis of paranoid personality disorder), I'm telling you, have actually determined themselves as noteworthy folks (an affirmation arrived at, apparently, through this rather incognito association with a fading sitcom actress). And, yes, me-buckos, until they can come to grips with this little delusion (compare this to me, a person who KNOWS he's insignificant), there could in fact some some even tougher sledding downward. Just ask the family members of Bledsoe, for instance. They'll tell you....................................P.S. And, no, don't even get me going on their lack of frigging humor. This, I'm saying, in that that, me-buckos, would itself be a full-time excursion - an excursion into madness!!!!!