I'm Sorry! No I'm Not!

Not that I'm keeping score or anything, but in the last several posts I've insulted (either directly or tangentially) one of the world's great religions, pets, fast food, Australians, statistics, mathemeticians, economists, stupid men's magazines (that's stupid magazines for men, not magazines for stupid men though often it works out that way...), the state of Wisconsin, the city of Milwaukee and deer hunters.

I thought maybe I should say "Hey, I didn't really mean it, no hard feelings, blah, blah, blah." But...nah. Instead, to that small minority of Muslims who like to blow stuff up and otherwise think and act like sugar-addled 9 year-olds, and to the large majority of deer hunters who drink rot-gut brandy and blaze away at anything that moves, let me just say that I'm not one bit sorry.

And to all the rest of you, well, you had it coming too.

Finally, let me say that I'm pretty sure misanthropy is part of my plan to rescue my training groove from wherever it's been hiding for the last 6 months. I'm tired of kicking my own ass and have commenced to aiming at other worthwhile targets. Deal with it.