The Sad

I thought about a lengthy post with my thoughts on the human condition and our failures, as individuals,  to address our issues, but decided writing fiction would be better for me than facing the sad reality that people just don't give a shit.

About my thoughts, that is. Hell, many are likely shitting as I write this, so they don't exactly not shit.

I am sure some people give a shit about the pithy topics I raised in that first paragraph. They just don't read my thoughts, and likely wouldn't care if they did.

Assholes.

Pointed Questions!

I have Google Analytics feeding me information on all my visitors, and it is an odd bewildering thing to me that I have at least one reader from Denmark who has visited my blog with some frequency.

Who are you?

And then, there are the Australians:

Who are you?

And then, the Canucks.

Who are you?

I am also aware that there is no one in Wyoming or the Dakotas reading my blog. NOT EVER. Find me, you Wyomians (SP?) and Dakotans! There are also few people in Idaho.

Tell me you read me!