"December, 2012...Refawkulous?"

And so it is a new year, a new day, a new beginning, a clean slate, right? I mean, the difference between December 31st and January 1st is really chasmic..life-changing, forgiving..chasm-ic.




The year is now 2008 and we've yet to really taint it or characterize it as it's still really brand new and still a blank canvas-except for some of you type-A personalities (Riggstad) and really impatient types,..who knows what you fuckers have already accomplished!


Whenever youy speak with successful people, they always speak of delineated goals and, more specifically, a five-year plan. For some reason, five years always seems to be the magic increment for either changing your life or for long-term contracts, etc. Sometimes it can even stand for more...such as the time period until the end of the world...


December, 2012. That's the date. The World will come to an end in 5 short years. No more family, no more friends, no more hunting/fishing-no more fucking,...and no more poker.. so they say..


NO MORE FUCKING!!! WHAT? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?! YOU GOT MY ATTENTION NOW...



That's right, ..as of December 21st, 2012, there will be no more fucking...let that roll around in your mind for bit. Savor it while you try and distinguish the wheat from the chaff and what, if anything, this might mean to you personally.


Me? I think it's insanity. Crazy-talk. Unreal. REFAWKULOUS!



But, noone asked for my opine, my input..They just walk around and proclaim that as of December, 2012, the world is going to be finishing up Her meager existence in some sort of cataclysmic combination of natural and Man-assisted, fuck-us-all-up-the-ass-with-no-lubrication-while-holding-the-stone-cold-nuts disaster and that will be that. Poof. Lights out, game over, hope -you-reconciled-your-faith type of moment.


Yes, Al will be still be the SoCo Legend, but in what plane of existence? Irrelevent I guess..."REFAWKULOUS "..


I don't know if I buy into any of this prediction nonsense. What would be the point? S0 i can really start living my life now that the finish line is in sight, that now i can start playing the Hammer and other silly hands out of position and not really care about the consequences..as if there are any sort of consequence that can trump the end of the world...


Like most men, when asked what we would do when the end of the world is here or if we were on a plane that was heading to an explosive landing, or nukes were on-the-way for our decimation, etc- I'd be grabbing all the women within my vicinity for an end-of-the-world romp, regardless of their level of interest, or participation for that matter, and i'd slam away until the lights finally faded and all of life's little and mostly-missed nuances ceased their unending dance, gloriously pumping to the slowing, natural beat of the ending pulse of humanity...



...Only to find there wasn't any blinding flash of light or concussive waves of destruction or even giant fireballs burning up the sky on it's way to our endtimes party.


Instead, while i pull out and wipe down, i notice, aside from a few exhausted and serenely-smoking and satisfied women, that the only cataclysmic event I endured was being on the wrong end of a suck-out by some jokester who thought calling a pre-flop raise of 7 times the BB was the first move in a planned assault of masterful proportions on the hallowed and honored game of cards called Hold Em...


Refawkulous...




What are you gonna do? Ech, next hand..


Ech! Shut up, shuffle and deal.. blinds are going up, the world is ending soon, haven't you heard?


REFAWKULOUS...




Thx to Hoy ( inspiration appreciated) for the word, not the suck-out... ;)