Penkava: World change through diabolical kindness
I’d like to think of myself as a kind person. Sure, I get a little cranky when I can’t find the jar of salsa in the fridge because some goofball hid it behind the pickles. I do become a bit petulant when the senseless voting populace eliminates my favorite singer from American Idol. And I have been known to be somewhat snappish when the self-consumed lawn mower gasoline can has the audacity of going empty on me.