JANUARY 1ST 2026 - My cat is an atheist but he believes God is real....And God is a Butt....HEAD!

 January 1st, 2026 - A New Year - 2:32 AM  - Rapid City, South Dakota, USA

MY CAT IS AN ATHEIST BUT HE STILL BELIEVES IN GOD, AND THAT GOD IS A BUTTHEAD!

It has been 2026 for over two and a half hours and it still sucks; no flying cars, no colonies on the moon or Mars, the United States president isn't Wayne Newton which makes my niece, Scooby D. Cat very sad.  She inspired me with the title; she's an atheist but she kinda sorta believes in God and that he is a butthead.

I kinda believe the same thing.

So here we are, first post of a new year, songs I've created on Suno playing; my girlfriend might be a ghoul, it's catchy, makes me want to dance, sing along but I don't.

If I wake up lady love she'll skin me alive, throw my entrails on a pile and worsphip Neil Diamond as a deity, so we won't do that! 

I crashed early, 7 pm, but woke up at 11:30 pm, just in time to see Andy Cohen and Anderson Cooper.  Andy went into rant mode, I heart Andy, he should have his own show, where he drunkenly does the news, with a drag queen and the almost drunk Anderson trying hard to rein in the mayhem but fails miserably.

My life in a bag. Except my Anderson is a racoon, my drag queen a transvetite.  My show would be on the moon, from a sound stage, this - MY GIRLFRIEND MIGHT BE A GHOUL - would be the theme song; my girlfriend isn't, but don't wake her up at 3 am. 

You'll be dead, wearing your stomach as a tie!! YAYY!!!

So this is my new blog idea, might get turned into a book if I can remember to write in it most days. Life is okay, some hiccups, been dealing with depression like I've done every day of my life, pretending I'm okay, a good kind of insane, watching the world try to hump a moose while Liberace plays chopsticks. 

Taking life one day at a time; whatever it shall be, it shall be, I think that's how it goes!!! Good night Baltimore!!!

This year I turn 55, five more years, in the year 2031, I'll be 60. I am now my father; I look in the mirror, wondering why he is staring at me, wait, that's me! When did I become old?

Probably born that way I guess, same as my mental disorders; insanity, the parts of my brain not turning off the inappropiate comments, the stream of Gonzo reporting drifting from my fingertips as I sit here at now 3 AM, too tired to sleep, to woke to wake up and scream, is this the madness those doctors wrote down in their reports?

The world seemngly has forgotten how to dream without nuclear arms.  Where does the madness end? And where does The Dream begins to become reality? When do we all sit at that table, to break bread with our neighbors? Are we too gone for that?

I know, went serious there for half a minute, how my mind works and then I'm back to the world humping a moose while Liberace plays chopsticks on TV.

Or well, YouTube.

What a great time to be alive!!!! Rejoice!!

Or cry.

Good night and have a better tomorrow!