I decided to climb once more upon my mile high soap box and imbue a few more pearls of wisdom unto the blogospherical masses.
These are tough economic times and damn it, if you’re hurting, chin up folks, better days lie ahead and maybe even a job.
If you, like the folks who lost family members in recent Brett Favre texting incidents are saddened over a personal loss, I will be happy to offer you some “solace”.
If you feel trampled upon by others, namely, Gretchen Carlson’s stupidity, don’t worry, your time will come.
I’ll help you achieve your dream. I will help you become a righteous dude or dudette.
If you are nice to me, I’ll be nice to you, and…if you, like me, are a good person, maybe we can hook up some time and see “God” together. ; )
Those of you who play nice and don’t attack each other on my site, as well as those who have been attacked on here, are very special to me, and have a standing invite to come to the digs and party with me.
Those of you who have been mocked, lied about, and such while on my site, don’t fret, Bitches...
Much like commenters from the past, you are a better person for it, and it will show at some point…
I hope you guys continue to visit Bagwine Ruminations. ‘Cause, well…you are the Bagwine. And if you no longer stop by, the bottle dries up and sits empty.
And really, what good is an empty bottle? It just gets thrown at the dumpster, misses, and shatters.
You guys brighten my day and my life. Y’all are like the city of Denver…mile high, saying, “Look at me!!”
And I do look, because you cannot camouflage your humor, wit, and brilliant charm.
I see you as shiny, happy people, and I hope everyone from here to eternity sees the same thing in you that I do.
Was that a great exhortation or what!?
Let’s see Joyce Meyer, Benny Hinn, or any of those other bums come up with something like this.
Hell’s fire, even Jeebus couldn’t orate like this.
Okay, maybe Jeebus could, but you’d have to look long and hard in the Bible to find something this moving.
I hope you all find this entry moving, soul softening, and well, wonderful.
‘Cause if ya don’t…you’re freaky, and hate the little baby Jeebus.