There are two big differences between Bernie Sanders and me.
First, I’m not a socialist. Quite the opposite. To quote Marie what’s-her-name, “Let them eat pizza.”
Second, I’m a crosspatch — just like Bernie — but a cheerful one. I would have called this blog The Cheerful Curmudgeon, but that’s an overused title.
How cheerful am I? Well, it makes my day when I see a flattened squirrel on the road.
To give you an idea of my curmudgeonliness, I was tempted to write “flattened bicyclist” instead of “flattened squirrel.”
That’s enough idle chit-chat for now. I’ll return tomorrow with a post-mortem of the presidential candidates who were flattened in Iowa tonight.