The Ultimate Irony

The hardest part of any journey is the first step.  That is especially true when it comes to going feral. Our entire experience of culture is shaped by those who are compelled to lead. Leaders of society, leaders of industry, leaders of spirituality, and instigators of "growth" routinely if not deliberately convince the vast flocks of earth's sheeple that big is good, faster is better, and conformity should be the new normal. (TIME OUT!)

Wow, that was incredibly verbose and idiotically self indulgent way to say I like to stick it to tha man. Doh! I did it agin...

small words, feraL, small words, lose the punctuation maybe? 

MORE PICTURES! tHAt'S iT!

Puerto Rican Feral Cycling Shoes

I have been told that the picture above actually shows Puerto Rican Fence Climbing Boots, but the truth is that the spurs are the give-away, used as defense against feraL dogs and the like. As they nip at your heels, they get a face full of cowboy tattoo. The pointy toe means easy entry to the powerstrap as well.

See, this is why it's taken me so long to start this blog.  I mean, if you are truly feral you would have no need to say anything.  In fact, it would be anti-feral to communicate at all.  So, you can see the dilemma.  A truly feral blog would be empty.  Blank.  Nada.   Zilch....


So I suppose blogging is like parenthood but with even less sex. Every single blogger is an amateur when they start.  I can only beg your patience as I learn to be relatively civil, but if that's not possible, please shove it up your..whoa, there...man, that was close.   Damn, see it slips out at the least appropriate times.

So I guess this is it. My first post. Besides insulting the only island nation under United States jurisdiction that we refuse to let play our state reindeer games I think I behaved ok.  And if it makes it any better, and to show that I am not immune to waves of self guilt, I will leave you with this.