It’s pretty easy for me to avoid and ignore most of the die-hard McPalin/Bushie neocons who are non-stop whining about losing the election. They’re like the Japanese soldiers holed up in caves for years, unaware the war was over.

But I have a few friends who fall into this category and I can’t/don’t want to avoid them. I’ve been careful not bring up the subject of politics but they delight in baiting me. They’re Ernest T. Bass to my Barney Fife.

“Ernest T. was an ignorant and obstreperous mountain man with a penchant for rock throwing, who was known to wreak havoc on the otherwise quiet town of Mayberry. A wild, belligerent hillbilly, he had a scruffy appearance, a maniacal laugh, and often spoke in rhyme. When threatened with the law, Ernest T. would generally run off yelling his famous catchphrase, “You ain’t seen the last of Ernest T. Bass!” — Wikipedia

I understand that my friends want/need to complain and vent. But I don’t want to listen. So I’m printing up some little pocket cards to hand out.

This man feels your pain. He agrees with you. He doesn’t want you to be hopeful or happy. He needs your anger.

Please, call/email/write him. Get it off your chest and then we can talk about the weather or hockey or that girl with the cute butt.