Scott, what?

Scott Peterson!! Scott Peterson!! I am sick of hearing about Scott Peterson. Let's fry him or turn him loose, but get his ass off my TV. You realize, of course, that if a mistrial is declared, we can look forward to another 2 years of this horse shit. I don't care if he's innocent or guilty. I just want him to go away!! He is no longer real news. He's just a pain in the ass.

The weather here continues to suck. Fog settled in this morning. It rained on us again. It is cold. YUK!!!

I wonder what those smart-ass terrorists are thinking now that their bubble is bursting. I'll bet that most of those chicken hearted cowards disguise themselves as real people and try to slither away. Every one of them that we catch should be summarily shot. After all, shouldn't trials and other civilized amenities be reserved for people and not animals posing as people? As the Marines say, "kill 'em all. Let God sort 'em out".

I am counting on winning the lottery tomorrow, so I have been searching the web for houses in the 2 to 5 million dollar range. There are some really, really nice ones for sale at those prices. Right now, I can't afford the taxes on any of them, but when that big win comes through, Fat City!!

Citrus season is almost here in Southern California. That means we'll be getting fresh oranges and grapefruits. It's a good thing, too, because we're about burned out with grapes. I hope this miserable weather doesn't freeze the crops. Then I'd have to buy citrus. Rats!