I’m an ornery old cuss. That’s why most of my blogs are called ‘cussedness.’ I’ve decided that sense folks seem so determined to take me on, that they oughta get used to the real me.

I ain’t exactly civilized. I’m not fit for po-lite society. Nope, definitely not. I learned to shoot on an old P-38, pinging tin cans off a tree stump. I always favored loud-mouthed hounds. You know, that kind with a bluging bay. You can always tell when you have a varmint in the yard from the sound of those hounds.

Nothing PC about me neither. I always thought that PC meant polite chatting, but I was informed by that troll named Fanny Annie Daftstine that it meant political correctness. Now ain’t that just weird? Since when has politics ever been correct?

Anyways, I used to be a writer. Now I’m just an embittered has-been with a good set of chompers.