MY WORST BLOG POST EVER ?

I recently wrote a rant that was so venomous it would have killed everyone instantly. I've decided to dilute it slightly so it will only make you extremely sick.

I'd like to congratulate you beforehand, in case you survive. 

After ingesting a few beers, I'm going to finally say all the things that I've been suppressing for the past year (at least). It's a personal purge, with no holes barred.
And no, I'm not an alcoholic. Alcoholism seems to be illegal in Tennessee. We're too damn self-righteous.

First off, I had initially planned on discontinuing my blog at the end of this year. I've said all I can think of and am finally starting to bore myself. My creative ways of describing the woods, my cats, and visiting 'possums have been completely exhausted. 
Then, suddenly, I decided to continue blogging (at least for awhile) simply to annoy the people who loathe me.

Jon, how could anybody dislike you? It's a complete impossibility.

As much as I DESPISE Comment Moderation, I'm going to use it for awhile so I can quickly expunge all the thorns in my side that have been rudely infiltrating my existence.

I've learned lately who my true blogging friends really are and I value them immensely. They might disagree with my views, or dislike some of the things I write, but they are rational enough to know that a few differences never spoiled a friendship. If we were all exactly the same, it would be one helluva boring world.

I'm tolerant. But my toleration has limits.

Some people don't understand that when they visit my blog, they are guests in MY territory. They are subject to MY views and opinions. They might not agree, but they have absolutely no right to tell me what to do.

If you don't like what you read, start your own blog.
Or go to Baking Betty's Blog and learn how to make a fruit cake.

I only made the Baking Betty Blog up.

I'm tired of hearing:
Jon, don't mention politics. Don't write about your past. Don't write about opera. Don't talk about Hollywood. Or gays. Or love affairs.
Jon, you talk about yourself too much.
( I swear to Gawd, somebody really told me that).

Jon, you're too negative.
Heck, if you don't like it, go to the Disney Channel.
And keep your distance. I bite.

Jon, you're always trashing people. Get over it already.
But it's just fine if they trash me. You haven't seen some of the comments I've deleted.

When the shit flies in my direction, I throw it right back. If you turn the other cheek, you'll soon be covered in shit. I learned at an early age that being nice will get you nowhere.

That Bozo who lives in the desert (some of you know who I'm talking about) actually WARNED me about things he didn't want to hear. He said:
"I don't want to hear about poetry, or personal problems, or complaints, or sissy stuff."

WTF??
Hey, Bucko - poetry, problems, complaints, and sissy stuff are the essence of my entire existence. Deal with it.

How about that sweet old lady who got angry with me over politics and told me that I need to undergo sensitivity training therapy? (I kid you not).

 Granny - how would you like a heaping helping of sensitivity therapy shoved up your flabby * * * ??

The recent presidential election parted the Red Sea and separated the sheep from the goats. 
People left my blog in droves when I posted my anti-Hillary rants.

People who I thought were my friends suddenly dropped me like a used condom.

Here's a flash that I've been wanting to say for a helluva long time:
(if you're a poor loser, you might want to cover your ears)

I've heard the "I Hate Trump" mantra for the past year and I'm sick of it.

Trump won!!!
You LOST!! Get the hell over it.
All of those pathetic attempts at recounting the votes have yielded absolutely nothing - except the fact that your desperate efforts are laughable.

Hillary, Obama, and Fidel Castro are history!!!!!! 
And so is Harry Reid.

Now, do you feel better, Jon?

Hell, I feel better than Lenin did after the Tsar was shot.

Here's another thing that irks me:
Those lurkers in the shadows. People who lurk around your blog anonymously and NEVER leave a comment - until they have a complaint.
Why only voice a negative opinion? It's your privilege to do so - but it makes you look ...sorta small.

But what REALLY pisses me off - above all else - are those people who absolutely hate you and your blog but follow it faithfully and leave caustic comments simply to annoy you.

There's a certain person who has been doing this to me for over a year - - and finally I've HAD IT with the continuous insults and condescending comments.

It's people like this who have forced me to revert to Comment Moderation - at least for awhile.

You might think I'm over-reacting, but life is too short to put up with unneccessary crap.

Bucko, your behavior is incredibly immature for someone of your advanced age. It's time for you to find another person to latch onto and insult. I wish I could say it's been nice knowing you.....

Well, that's the extent of my rant. Take it or leave it.

I now plan to leave my hostilities behind me (for awhile, anyway) and write about some holiday-oriented stuff.

If you choose to stay with me -
you have incredibly good taste.