And so, the week slowly winds down. Hard to believe it’s only Thursday (or “Beer Eve” as I like to think of it). It’s been tough around here with all this child molestation stuff going on. In fact, we now appear to be squarely in Jerry Springer territory. As if it wasn’t enough of a circus around here, word comes that our old friends the Westboro Baptist Church (owner of the charming web domains, GodHatesfags.com, GodHatesTheMedia.com, GodHatesIslam.com, www.JewsKilledJesus.com, and GodHatesTheWorld.com, among others. God sure hates a lot of shit. You wonder why He bothered with us all in the first place. And, seeing as He created everything He hates, I’m thinking He really needs to hire a Quality Control engineer or something. Pretty shoddy workmanship) will be picketing at tomorrow night’s basketball game. Oh boy.

They have a flyer on their website (that I will not link to), which, in their biggest, boldest font says “God Hates Raping Coaches.”

Well, God really ought to knock that shit off, then.

It also says something or other about how Syracuse is like all other universities. You know, bastions of godless fag buggering, general debauchery, liberalism and whatnot. I guess. I really couldn’t bring myself to read the whole thing.

The only good thing that might come of this is that SU isn’t some complacent cemetery filled with grieving friends and family members of somebody killed in action. I’m assuming the GLBT…um…LTBG…um…LGBT…um…BLT hold the mayo, whatever it is, community will be out in full force counter-protesting. Everybody should get all the attention and camera time they desire.

So good for them, I guess. But really, we shouldn’t lose sight of what this should be all about.

Me.

Instead of being able to settle in (alone in my office watching in shame on the little screen because watching sports is stupid as has been outlined many times in the past) with a cold beverage or two to celebrate the end of the week and watch the #3 (or #4, depending on the poll) team take on #10 Florida, I’ll have to continue my news blackout while sitting around and waiting for Monday.

This sucks. Why is everybody doing this to me?

It’s December now, and Mother Nature celebrated by throwing some snow our way last night. Not a lot, just enough to remind us that the warm weather is over, and we could get dumped on at any time now. Which reminds me, I need to go throw a fistful of ten dollar bills into my diesel cans (and another few into my kerosene cans so I can heat my shop as needed). I also need to break into a fresh ton of pellets. I have two tons in the garage, and am contemplating whether or not to get more. Except I don’t know where to put them (which is odd, as last year I had four tons in there; the garage seems to be shrinking).

My cold lingers on. Every time I think I’m better my head plugs up or I start coughing. It’s getting to be rather annoying.

Oh well, better enjoy this last month of 2011, because, as we all know, we’ve got barely more than a year before it all ends. Or not. Either it all ends, or it all begins to end. Or, it only ends for those who aren’t enlightened (which leaves me SOL). I don’t know. It’s all so confusing.

I only hope that, before the world comes to its terrible demise, I get to see the look on the faces of Fred Phelps and his disciples at the WBC when they find out that, no, actually God hates them.

See you in hell, assholes.