Our Perfectly Proper Protagonist Procrastinates as only he can...........(or, the return of our hero to the fray).

Dear friends,
     Yea, I know, it has been a very, VERY long time since I have inflicted great harm upon the English  language, but believe me, sometimes the inverse law of thermodynamics requires that after so much take, one must give, as in GIVE IT A FRIGGIN REST ALREADY, rather than take, as in THERE ARE GOOD REASONS SOME PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO SELF-PUBLISH.  As should be painfully obvious by now, I have in the past, and probably shall remain in the future, a viable threat to the written word, thus I will attempt, and probably fail, to remain brief and to the point with this long-overdue post to this infamous blog.  So, how many words into all this did you realize you have born witness to the world famous Pendragon Paragraph; the sentence that refuses to die, cursed to run on forever patched together with comma after comma after comma........?  Just now?  Oh, you poor, poor person!  Do NOT pass go, do NOT collect $200.
     You will also have been smacked upside the proverbial eyeballs by the ALL CAPS that I use with reckless abandon; a tool used most often by angry people with no writing skills and no self control.  Well, my fine fellows and gently lady friends, aside from my inherent anger and ability to butcher a blog with the best of them, I can assure you that I have very good reasons to employ such methods in my desire to impart to you great wisdom.  Those reasons of course shall remain illusive.  Much like religion, my blog thrives on faith, faith by my readers that I have their best interests at heart, even if there are heaps of evidence to the contrary.  So please, put down your patience and put on your fun pants, because we are going for a RIDE!
     What I would like to impart to you this fine episode (or installment, or chapter, or whatever you'd like to call it) is my overwhelming irritation at the state of the world since we last spoke.  Or read.  Or whatever.  Here I was, thinking shit couldn't stink any worse than it did when we invaded a perfectly good Arab country for no good reason, and along comes ISIS.  Or ISIS.........or THEM.  Yes, THEM. You know, THEM has always been a perfectly reasonable identifier for that something that we need to be against, to strive away from, to warn our kids about, to bomb, to strafe, or to run a commercial against.  Yes, I remember when THEY used to be Nazis, or aliens, or Southern Demo......I mean Republicans, but now it seems that just when you had the THEMs nailed down pat, along THEY come, making the old THEMs seem pitifully pale in comparison.
     Then came the political party that just would not go away, and THEY came to it in droves, most probably in some last ditch desperate act to remain relevant in a world that truly had no use for them outside of their own frightened nightmares.
     Yes, I speak in a thinly veiled manner of the Trumper, the ill-educated, white-trash baby boomer that was SUPPOSED to make a difference, to buy the world a Coke in perfect harmony, but instead got lazy with their hand-me-down rust-belt jobs paying way Way WAY over the minimum wage, never having to compete with other people for employment because Grand-dad worked at the ACME do-dad plant, Dad inherited that job from him and passed it on to Bubba, his son, and on down the line until people started buying their do-dads from that new place with the low, LOW prices EVERYDAY (by shipping it in from China where workers didn't inherit their jobs from their parents, they were ASSIGNED them by the local party bosses, at 2 cents an hour versus $20 an hour and well, you do the math, and there went THOSE jobs.  Yep, Trumpers, who faced with a world where people came in many more shades than lily white, decided that they were to damn proud to blend in with all those damn immigrants (anyone who wasn't lily white, even if they'd been brown or black or red for since even before Mr lily white stepped off his own boat from perhaps Croatia, passing for lily white because they were....well...close enough) so how about we make America Great again by practicing the politikes of hatred, racism, and bigotry, which worked so well for Papa Gump and his Klansmen, it's damn good enough for them.  Yep, Trumpers, who would rather accept an agent of the Russians as President than a black man (especially if said black man came off as a friggen GENIUS compared to the smartest amongst them).
     But I degress.  I know, I know, this does not seem to be going anywhere, but then that's they point.  This country is right smack in the middle of going nowhere.  We grounded the shuttle fleet.  We elected a zombie as president.  Our infrastructure is rotting away.  Health care for millions of Americans will probably cease to exist next year when said zombie outright kills what's left of Obamacare.  Our governmental institutions have been gutted, and you know what happens when the foxes run the hen house........DRAIN THE SWAMP (fill it with crocodiles!)

I might decide to write another post after this but you might want to give me some ideas that don't include in-depth analysis of utter despair.

I'm listening.