In case you haven’t noticed, all this week I have been talking about love.
Even within Tuesday’s three legged race post with Stephen Hawking , I mentioned having sex with Bristol Palin so that counts as a love post too.
I’ve been building up to Valentine’s Day all week…ack ack…not a big fan. Don’t get me wrong…
I think people showing their love for one and other is a good thing, but V-Day much like wedding anniversaries, has become a time to berate “stupid” men into buying over priced crap for their wife or girlfriend.
But, I wanted to take this Friday before Valentine’s Day to say something to you all.
I love you, one and all…and yes, I mean that.
When I was in the hospital four months ago, I got over 100 emails from you guys.
The 88 year old man who brought the emails in everyday always chuckled and thought I was some kind of rock star. The look on his face was the highlight of my stay.
I received more than a few phone calls as well. And let me tell ya…When you’re in the hospital and all you can do is watch is FOX News, a phone call is quite well received.
I just want to take this Friday to say Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you loveable nut jobs. In addition to Schmoop and Ryno, you all make my life worth a damn.
I may be one sarcastic, sometimes son of a bitch, occasionally over the top asshole, but I love all you guys. And, in spite of all my faults, love and loyalty are two of my few virtues.
With all of the stupid, man-hating ads that will be shown between now and Sunday, I wanted to tell you all that there isn’t one regular Bagwine commenter to whom I wouldn’t give all I had.
The shirt off my back…my last ort of food…my last penny. Our door is always open for any and all of your simple asses.
I figure that smart, sarcastic, and uber-hot mother fuckers like us need to stick together in this day and age of non-thinking, tea bagging, Sarah Palin would make a good President, kinda times.
Anyhoo…To all of you:
I want to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day and with it, the love that comes along with it. I do love you guys.
I will always have your back. I will always wish the best for you. I will always appreciate your friendship.
With that being said…I have to post a poem that my dad wrote for my mom in his book Credo, and that I could easily, and do, dedicate to Schmoop as well...
To Mary Anne
Come take my hand and walk with me,
the pilgrim paths that used to be.
When each new day was bright and bold,
and all our dreams were cast in gold.
On stepping stones, we'd ford the brook
with clear, white wine and one good book.
My knowing heart would follow there,
your mud-caked shoes and wind-blown hair.
But now the paths are washed away;
the stream's entombed in tiles of clay.
Love's old sweet songs have all been sung;
the world's grown old, but we've stayed young.
We'll find new paths, somehow, somewhere;
you seek them out, I'll follow there.
Have a wunnerful V-Day weekend all, and as always...