1. Don’t unleash your anger on your loved ones, friends or pets (unless you have a cat).

2. Don’t waste your wrath on the inconsequential. For example, I wanted to get really peeved at the people down here in Miami who are screaming for the government to take care of them post-Wilma because they did not take care of themselves pre-Wilma as they were warned to do.  Instead of getting wound-up, I decided that I would chill out with one of my stockpiled Coronas and a beautiful Cuesta Rey #9 in my hurricane-shuttered, generator-powered, canned-food-filled, fully armored home. Remember, soldier, anger has a shelf life.  Use it sparingly and wisely.

So, what do I get freaked over since I am a selective rage-o-holic?  Whither doth my anger arrows fly?  How can I make the most of my bellicose spirit, and where will I lead my readers to direct their rage?

Well, being a Christian concerned about my continued religious liberty, being a traditionalist concerned about the continuity of our nation and its original intent, and a being a parent concerned about leaving my kids and grandkids a nation that doesn’t resemble a Hustler superstore, I have decided to direct my wrath at the ones who advocate on behalf of cultural truth-decay, namely the ACLU.  Why waste my time exposing punks when I can go after the skunk that’s stinking up the place?

Therefore, on and off for the next few months, I’m going to be writing a series of columns that will hopefully stir you, the conservative reader, to righteously recoil and revolt against what the ACLU (which I think stands for Asinine Carping Lunatics Unhinged) spews.

We’ve got to get P.O.’d, people, or our nation is going to be unrecognizable.  We must meet those with anti-American sentiments and their insanity everywhere they raise their garlic-knotted heads and solidly beat them on their own turf.  Otherwise the things we love as traditional Americans are going to end up as relics in a museum in a country that resembles Amsterdam.