Grumpy old troll

For those of you with preschoolers, you've heard Dora sing about the Grumpy Old Troll who lives under the bridge. All day long, I've been singing this catchy little diddy in my head. Wanna know why? Because someone somewhere must have labeled me as a prime target for all the small-minded moonbats with no family to love this holiday. On Thanksgiving and the following day, I anticipated very little blog traffic, but I actually had the best day I think I've ever had. So, some looney somewhere must have told all his little buddies to come visit this post from a few days ago. I had to delete most of the comments because they were just spewing hate and venom. But, I left the best example of why I call some lefties moonbats. This asshole couldn't come up with a good argument, so he resorted to threatening my family. Wow. Now THAT is going to persuade me to see his way of thinking.

I thought it would be appropriate to remind him of the shooters in our household and of Army of Dad's shooting skills. I mean, the man can shoot a little duck on the move. Hello. It is a small moving target. I'm hoping that conveyed accurately who is the greater danger between my household and this troll. Besides, AoD said he prefers shooting at silhouette targets over little moving critters. Something about the CHL qualifying target and all those years of shooting in the Army.

Speaking of trolls ... couldn't find the Grumpy Old Troll from Dora the Explorer, but this is a Christmas Troll.


See, I haven't lost my Christmas spirit. It just put a damper on it for a minute. Of course, it was pretty soon after Little Bit decided that it was a great time to have diarrhea when mom was short on funds AND diapers, too. How do they sense these things?