60 degrees. That's all it is going to make this week. 60 degrees. I might as well be in Anchorage. At least you can fish up there while you freeze your ass off. I hope all those daffy duck weather men are happy. They bitch all summer about heat and then proclaim fall as "perfect weather." If those dopes think this is perfect weather, why don't they move to North Dakota? Why are they in Bakersfield? Throw them bums out!!

Thank God, the election is over. The good guys won. Now, if only the "news" programs would let it go, we'd be in great shape. But no!!! We'll have to listen to those left wing hypocrites babble on and on about "what happened?", "will hillary run in 2008?" on and on incessantly. SHUT THE F--- UP!! We're burned out.

I swear, this is my last political commentary for four years.

I have decided that duck hunting is the perfect fall sport for me. All you have to do is bring some suck...uh.. hunting companion along to set the decoys. Let the dog do all the work. All I'll have to do is blast those little duckies out of the sky.

Sometimes I wish I was in good enough shape to go back overseas again, but then I think I'm just too lazy to work anymore. I would like to make some extra bucks. I'm too dumb to learn any new stuff. I'm too chicken to knock over liquor stores. Beside, I can't drive fast enough these days to outrun the fuzz. Oh well.