I honestly had no clue what "QAnon" was till
@Frenchy brought it up and I had to do a Google search. Am I missing out on something in life? I know I get constantly accused of being the board's foremost rightwing hack but I'm beginning to think I'm the most laid back one of all. Seriously, some of you folks should model your daily routines on mine. You'll be much happier! Take my typical work day during these interesting times:
I wake up at 5am and go running for an hour. I go into the office at 7:30am and sit at my desk. I write a few emails, make a few phone calls, check with my staff on a few things and that's the full extent of my actual work day. By that time it's usually around 7:45am. Then, I check the local news website for cute stories or op-eds (believe it or not, I rarely even look at FoxNews.com), check the DJI, check the dollar-yen exchange rate, check on the day's virus numbers for the city and state, check on the status of my Amazon orders. And then I peruse the Libe Tokyo website roster and daydream for a half hour or so.
About 9am I tell my staff I'm off to some meetings, jump into my subsidized company vehicle and start driving around town aimlessly. Sometimes I stop at the liquor store. Sometimes I stop at the market for groceries. But mostly, I drive around leering at females. Pickings are slim now with all the school/college campuses closed so popular jogging spots are my go-to safari. Older women in spandex really do it for me. That usually gets old around noon, so I go back to my condo for lunch. If the other half is still out shopping or running errands, I might re-visit that Libe roster for a few minutes and rub one out. Then I take a nap. By the time I wake up, the work day is officially over. I mix a gin-tonic or vodka-soda, grab a nice cigar from the humidor and head up to the roof of my condo for the sunset, where I kick back in reclining chair and watch my hundreds of neighbors in surrounding condos go about life, prepare dinner, vacuum the floors, undress to shower, argue, fuck, pick their noses, beat their kids, urinate, practice dance moves and occasionally masturbate. And somewhere along the way, in the middle of all of this insanity, I somehow find the time to log into TAG to check on who I've somehow pissed off this time.
Call me a role model. Call me a visionary. Call me a trail-blazing pioneer. Just know that with hard work, a little luck and the help of Donald J. Trump, you, too, could live this life.
