Ranting futures are up!

Seldom has your Queen been blessed with more to rant about!I truely am fortunate amongst trannygirl queens to live in such times... I am remembering the words of the immortal Ambrose Bierce (I think that was how his name was spelled anyway) He said AlllI ever wished for was that my enemies might appear ridiculous... and lo it was granted. From "the Duke" tearfully confessing on national media, the "Hammer" nailed and Scooter scat to the meaningles repititions of "victory" from the demander in chief it truely seems that the glorious facade of the Neocon junta may be beginning to crumble at last. Huzza!
Your Queen wishes to report that her latest pet yeast project, Four plus gallons of "Dogbolter Ale" is doing fine and promises to become a most auspicious brew. Anticipated time to Bottling is another week and a half with hopeful drinkability by New Years.
Wishing to make something of that hunting licence so much lucre was invested in and with earnest prayers to Hern, Your queen has been venturing into the wood in search of antlered playmates interested in achieving a wonderful transformation (into fresh venison) . Hern has not willed it yet that I encounter one of His children in His wood (in season that is) although I am getting closer as I found deer poo this morning when I was out with my blessed 12 gage pump. It shall be as the divine wills whether we taste deermeat this year, It is always worth it to go out into the woods even if one never discharges their weapon at game, just being out there is good to me. One of my loyal subjects has indeed offered to look for roadkill, but after talking with my recycling center Ernie (who also works for the highway department) I'm not so eager to sample meat aquired in such a means.
Your queen hopes to grant her dear readers the boon of her published rants from local newspapers soon, as soon as that tuit cylindrical thingie gets put together, Hail to the kingdom of Asphodel and to the good folk thereof then... Hail and Toodloo (yer queen- Bella)