There are a couple of good college football games on today, so I have to write fast.
Here are a few other things I don’t care about.
1. Facebook renaming itself Meta. I couldn’t possibly care less. I tried to, but, nope, I couldn’t do it.
I don’t even want to know why Zuck picked the word “meta” or what it means. Just don’t care.
“If I change the name, maybe everybody will forget all the bad stuff those FB folks did?”
2. Professional sports — y’all are exhausting with all of your whining millionaire complaints about playing a damn game. Go away. I just don’t care.
And your opinions on politics, cultural matters? I’d rather listen to squirrels eating the pecans from my pecan tree. Just don’t care.
College sports? Hell, yes. We are entering that perfect time of year — football and basketball at the same time. Bring it.
3. Donald J Trump’s tweets — don’t care a whit. Make your own social media platform, Don. Do whatever the Hell you want, but I really don’t care who you savage and what you Tweet. Turn it loose.
Now, I did like the Trump economy. I admit it. But, let’s be honest, the New Guy is making the Former Guy look good. Who knew?
Know what really fascinates me? All the Trump haters wanted the guy gone. The guy goes. Now, it’s like they can’t go fifteen minutes without talking about the guy, without writing about him, without blaming something on him. They’re keeping the Trump fire aglow.
I’m amazed to find out all the stuff the guy did. I was paying attention, but I clearly missed a lot of stuff. Sheesh!
4. The whole gender assignment business — I don’t care. If you look at your nether regions in a mirror and can’t figure out what gender you are, then that’s on you and I don’t care.
If you think there are more than two genders — not saying you can’t believe that with fervor, have at it — don’t ever again tell me to follow the bloody science, mate. Don’t go there.
OTOH, if you are hanging around preying upon young women in confused bathrooms, then I think you should have to spend an hour — half an hour, maybe, Dad’s can work fast — in the same bathroom with the girl’s Dad and a baseball bat. It should be one of those aluminum bats so we can hear the impacts.
Before every predator gets ready to assault a woman, he should be required to see a pic of the girl’s brothers, cousins, and father. This is clearly a sound policy.
5. Hunter Biden art and the artiste — if America is so stupid as to take this boob seriously then that is on them.
I can live in a world wherein morons pay for this crap. No problem with that, but you cannot make me care.
“Honestly, Big Red Car, you don’t care? Look at my great art. I can put this baby on your wall for $75,000 plus 10% for the Big Guy. Deal?”
I do not care what medium he uses, what kind of paint he uses — don’t care if he finger paints with feces.
Just don’t care.
6. Kaepernick — can’t recall his first name, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t care. Please do not tell me his first name as I have to reserve bandwidth for stuff I need to care about.
7. Megan, Prince Andrew, Prince Harry — don’t care about whiny royals and sub-royals. We all know Prince Andrew is guilty of Epsteining young women and should be castrated for it, but him? Don’t care.
OTOH, the Queen? Love her. She’s a World War II vet and tough as Hell. She is the best thing about the royal family and they should disband it when she dies which I hope is a long time from now. God Save the Queen!
Most recognized woman on the planet. Anybody says “The Queen” and the entire planet knows who you are talking about. Well played, Lizzie.
8. Mayor Pete, Chasten — I don’t care. Not sorry.
I wish y’all well, but I would have liked to have had a Sec Transportation who knew something about, well, transportation.
You are a faux former Navy guy, a faux Mayor, asleep at the switch when the US was being throttled by the supply chain around its neck and you want to have a party about you and the Chasten adopting twins.
“Sure, the supply chain is melting down. Sure I’m Sec Transportation, but we have twins, right, Chasten?” Which one is Supply and which one is Chain?
I don’t care. Y’all are poseurs and I don’t care. If y’all had any balls, you would name your twins: Supply and Chain. Haha. So, I guess I do care — about the twins.
9. The police defunders — I don’t care about you.
If MS-13 decides to have a reunion in your backyard and you call the cops, I don’t care. Defunding the police and the resultant reduced service to the rest of us is a mortal sin.
If MS-13 comes to your house and moves in — guess what? I don’t care.
10. Dr. Fauci — this guy reminds me of a hemorrhoid.
I am so over all the Pandemic experts who have no expertise, the masked mandate mad men, but this guy in particular is a first rate liar.
If the Doc were going to come to my house to clean the pool, I would not let him because he would screw it up.
But, I just don’t care about him. When I see him on the telly, I change the channel to one with a Liberty Mutual commercial because I dig the emu more than Dr. Fauci.
Now, you? I care about you. So much so, that I am going to stop right here so you can go watch the Texas and Georgia games.