I thought that's what the teabaggers were all about!



Bleepin' hypocrites.

We are loners for a good reason: We're tired of being fucked over by other people who want to take advantage of us.

Leave me the fuck alone. And in return, I won't fuck with you.

What's wrong with that?

For the record, I'm married to another loner. We've been together for thirty years. We've worked things out.

I love my loner. It works, with the right loner.

Well, okay, he died five days ago. With me and my wife.

I haven't been able to post about anything since about two or three weeks ago. He wanted to die at home. We honored his request.

We have his funeral planned for next Saturday. Shit. He's my little brother. He's only 50.

Dammit. Brain cancer. Go away.

I'm blown away. He died on my birthday. And his daughter's birthday. Right in front of me.

I need to deliver his eulogy.

Aside from Ted Kennedy, can anyone help with meaningful eulogy stuff? I'll figure it all out. Brother to brother stuff.

Peace and love,

Steve