Way back in the day, before I finally got my shit together for good, I used to spend an inordinate amount of time in bars, listening to the most brilliant men pontificating on all that was wrong with the world, and how thoroughly effective they'd be, if only given the chance.
Of course, they were blithering idiots, to a man.
Sometimes, as it is here with the cross-eyed Iowa primitive here, I remember those poor souls.
Yeah.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive's a big talker, all right.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive likes to give the impression he's a "bad" one, someone that one doesn't want to mess with, a really mean tough guy, because he spent some months in the Iowa state penitentiary, for some rubber checks or something.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive's about 40 years old, and his weight about 8 times that.
Married, working wife.
Then the cross-eyed Iowa primitive switches to his "nice" side, where he's always allegedly the first one to step up to the plate with a donation to some Dem or Dem cause; to hear him talk, he's more lavish bestowing his money than George Soros.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive gets social security "disability" for "depression;" he's self-admittedly never worked for anybody but his father, and apparently still does.....although with that social security gravy, his paycheck has to be passed under the table.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive's a blowhard, all right.
He's also into pyramid selling schemes.