Backhanded Apologies

Wow. Glancing back over my posts, I see that I’ve been channeling Twitter Trump, but without the audience. Like him, I’ve really got nothing to say, but remain convinced that shouting it makes it truer.

I know. Truer is now in the vernacular. True is no longer sufficient. Thanks Kelly Ann.

Dear reader. I apologize for the past posts. Consider it a warning about the future.

“Close your eyes... I’ll ki... you.”

Sometimes It’s the Beatles; Sometimes Ted Bundy, who fills in the blanks.

Seems like life doesn’t discriminate all that much between them.