Nag-nag-nag!

I realize I've been a pain in the keister all this month, haranguing you, dear reader, at every opportunity to cough up a little spare change for the hungry here in America.

Well, you ain't heard nothin' yet, amigos.

It seems that 37 million Americans received food stamps in September. That's one in 8 of your countrymen. It's a record no one should be proud of.

Yeah, I know... who has the money to spare for others these days? Well, let me tell ya. One of Raging Pencils 's frequent visitors emailed me yesterday to tell me that he'd just donated money to his local food bank... out of his disability check.

Dude, that is one of the definitions of "hard core", squeezing blood out of that fiduciary rock, in my book and well worth a cyber shout-out.

You go, Mark! You go, indeed!

Now quit putting off the inevitable, you louts, and visit the Second Harvest/Feeding America website and they'll give you all the details. The best time to donate is probably late at night while drunk, when you are feeling fondly disposed toward your fellow man and will not remember it later. This way it will be possible to give money more than once while feeling the same agreeable glow of conscientious generosity anew every time.

And thanks.

=Lefty=