Come Monday...An Ode To Crotchety

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about, websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be good—right? Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

It is said that he was born on the banks of the Bay of Bayonne. No one really knows for sure.

Yes, there are records, but records are made to be altered in New Jersey. Besides, there is also this to consider: As I stood on the sandy beach, I saw a beast coming up out of the sea with ten horns and seven heads. On his horns he had ten royal crowns (diadems) and blasphemous titles (names) on his heads. And the beast that I saw resembled a leopard, his feet were like those of a bear, and his mouth was like that of a lion. And to him the dragon gave his [own] might and power, and his [own] throne and great dominion. And one of his heads seemed to have a deadly wound. But his death stroke was healed, and the whole earth went after the beast in amazement and admiration. [Revelation 13:1-3 AMP]

No, I am not one to adhere to conspiracy theories. For I much prefer facts over fantasies, and I seek to only speak to what I know to be the truth always, without any embellishments whatsoever.

Therefore, you can believe that Crotchety is doing as well as expected, considering the fact that he is now on dialysis. For I spoke with a man who referred to himself as being Joe at the number that Crotchety published on his [main blog] the day before, and Joe is a name that Crotchety sometimes goes by.

To be honest, however, that raises more questions than I have answers for. For many of his lemmings also refer to him as being Dom, and the man I spoke with was actually quite pleasant—way too pleasant to be a crotchety old man who yells at cars! I mean, we talked about all sorts of things like normal people would, and that was not at all what I expected.

I suppose there is only one thing to do, and that would be to make a call to 732-321-7308 yourself. Just be mindful of the different time zones. For when it is 9 PM in California, it is midnight in New Jersey, and whoever answers the phone might not be very pleasant at all if you decide to call when it is 9 AM in the U.K.

Come to think of it, since he [now] has Internet access, it might be safer to just leave comments on his blog posts like before. Proceed at your own risk.