Now we need to get something out of the way immediately.

I'm about as smart as a bag of rocks. Don't take anything I say too seriously. :)

I know everyone gets all touchy and feely about some things. For instance, I get physically upset in the presence of clowns (Well, actually.. If you want to know the truth, I run in terror. So don‘t be bringing any clowns near me). It’s human nature. Some people might have a problem with the various topics I cover in this shrewd column. I may be hitting some sore spots or I might be inflating my ego to disproportionate degrees (I’m thinking the latter). If there are any problem with said shrewd column, do feel free to take out your aggressions out on dpw@lethaldeath.com. I look forward to hearing from you (Unless you type in all caps. Then I hope you fall off a bridge into a smoldering vat of rabid man-eating cows).

Speaking of cows, lets get to the beef!

“What the heck am I about to read?”

What you are about to read is a series of short essays or generic rants about stuff that, to be civilized, really fucking pisses me off.

“Do you have to be so negative?”

No. See the following.

“What‘s the fuel capacity of a 1998 Ford Ranger Truck?”

17 Gallons. That wasn’t that bad, now was it?

“Are you finished?”

Yes