If you'll excuse me, I'm going to pour myself another glass of grape-fermented clarity and take a Tramadol. I have a couple spots that feel like Zeus threw laser-guided thunderbolts at me from atop Mount Olympus. Hailstones the size of kumquats can
sting. LOL Too bad I don't have my old steel pot from the army - that skillet didn't do much good, and I probably looked silly as hell running around with it on my head, too.
"As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
--H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920