I'm sure just about everyone has heard of Dear Abby, the advice column in almost every newspaper in the states. Now I have never written to Abby but, I thought, what a great gig. I could do that. I look around and see how miserable everyone else is and I just know how to fix all that whining and crying. I could be the Marine Corps Drill Sargent of advice. "Buck up bozo. You married the girl, now deal with her parents and just put the damn toaster under the cupboard and only bring it out when they visit." or, "Of course she's too good for you. Go back to the swamp, Gator Boy!" Sort of hard knuckle advice. Of course, half the time most people could use a little hard knuckle advice, up side their skulls. Humanity, it seems, is plagued with misfits, malcontents and malicious marauders that you just want to punch out their lights for being so stupid. Of course, without them, we have no scale by which to judge ourselves. Are we the stupid ones? Hmmmm......that is a tough question. I do stupid shit every day. Of course, I'm old and old people get the Senior discount. Look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, "Did anyone think I was being )))))))))))))) fill in the blank(((((((((((((" Kind of do a selfie check. That's my advice for the day.