Fame throwa, pass out the gold, the diamond watch, the last reward, all the things we hid before, you sold us out , and took it all

Having a tough time articulating my thoughts, which could be a direct result from eating Sun Chips and Vienna Fingers earlier. Not exactly brain food. It's been ages since I've had either snack and, for some reason, I decided today was the day to indulge. Isn't gluttony a staple of Patriot's Day? You wouldn't thinks so because of the Boston Marathon, but I'm almost positive I heard the gals on The View say that it was. Maybe I dreamt that. Regardless, I had me some snacks, I feel full, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

I watched Capitalism: A Love Story earlier. Not that the information it presented was anything new, but it was fucking depressing all the same. Nothing like being reminded that our Government and financial institutions, which are one in the same, have fleeced, swindled, bamboozled, and sodomized us with impunity and will most likely continue to do so until we meet the fate of ancient Rome. One of the really disturbing parts of the documentary concerned the dastardly practice of employers taking out life insurance policies on their their employees without them ever knowing. They call it "dead peasant insurance". One woman discovered that because of her husband's death from cancer his employer was the beneficiary of several million dollars. Lesson: there's always money to made.

Found out The Kremlin is moving to North Carolina. Seems everyone I know who's left New England has headed south. Matt moved to Nashville, Anne to Savannah, Steve to Atlanta, Bob TV to Nashville -- and those are just the ones I'm lucid enough to recall. What does it all mean? Oh, I don't know, but what I do know is I'm going to go sit on the porch while it's still light out and read from Drood. Then I'll watch a little Bruins playoff action.

So there.