Hello. It is raining. It is Sunday. It is morning. It is spring. A rainy Sunday morning in spring. I used to hate spring, but the older I get, the more I can see its appeal. By the time I’m thirty, it will be my favorite season, right behind fall, winter, and late summer. The worst thing about spring is that this is when the homely daffodil appears on the scene. I dislike daffodils because of their ugliness in color, shape, and size. Other than that, I suppose they’re fine. I should find something positive to say about daffodils because springtime is about love. I will work on this.

In other news: I see here that those swanky souls in the Human Rights Campaign are using “Satan’s Talking Points” to hoodwink righteous souls into supporting gay gay gay faggotry. This was not discovered sooner, perhaps, because no one in the boundless universe pays any attention to the Human Rights Campaign, but it is a relief that the devil’s agenda of justice, fairness, civil rights, freedom to love, and freedom to create families has come to light at last. Now that civilized society has a clearer idea of that which threatens its very existence, it can use the full nuclear-tipped arsenal of Jesus’ unconditional love to stamp it out.

Love, love, love. Oh, I just thought of something nice about daffodils. They’re tenacious. Oh well . . . they can do their thing, and I will do mine. Don't hate; appreciate.