Today is 08-08-08 did you ever, in your wildest dreams, ever think that you would live that long to see that? I didn’t. So what do we do on this day of eights?
I know … Here are five lists of eight things.
Vegetables in V-8 Juice (Hey, it has been a long week, bear with me) Tomatoes, celery, carrots, lettuce, watercress, beets, parsley, spinach.
Parts of speech. Noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun, preposition, conjunction, interjection. Mrs. McGee would be so proud of me, unfortunately I can remember them, but seldom apply them in the proper fashion.
Former Olympic Sports. Tug-of-war, golf, rugby, croquet, polo, lacrosse, power boating, waterskiing.
Kids in Eight Is Enough. Mary, David, Joanie, Nancy, Elizabeth, Susan, Tommy, Nicholas.
Eight reasons why we will not have sex over the weekend. I am not in the mood. The kids will hear us. I have a headache. I really don’t feel romantic right now. I am retaining water. You haven’t called me in a long time. This is not a good time. I am not your wife!
Okay we have established the “theme” for the post today ….. We have? Yes. It is things that have something to do with the number five or the number eight (I am not sure right now, please stick with me).
We could talk about the economy, which by definition is not all that good, as a matter of fact. “You have to work like a dog, just to live like one now.” So this Friday, the economy is reeling, that is a given. How about the $482 billion budget deficit that is projected, because we all got a “stimulus check” (Washington’s latest excuse .. WE are the problem.).
Foreclosure rates are at an all time high, it is now projected that somewhere down the line, because people are moving from the suburbs, back into the city, that there will be a surplus of 22 million homes in this country. Which is a good deal, because that is about the same amount of illegals currently living here, so everyone is a winner in the end. We all have a home, we all live under one big Burrito and life moves on. Everyone except you, the taxpayer that is. ( Yeah I know, don’t send me any letters)
Just think about all those inner city predators, lurking in the shadows eagerly anticipating your return, the crack-heads that will break into your apartment while you are work to pillage and relieve you of your stuff, the inner city criminally insane who will accost you at each crosswalk and stoplight, badgering you for a quarter.
Who says life in America is boring and mundane anymore, that our future is not so promising.
I am now going back to my new hobby. I am studying ducks. Yeah no joke. I watch the ducks downtown, ride the city bus down there, take a bag of popcorn with me. I am curious as to whether or not their “speech” is different from the ducks down at the lake, which are for the most part wild.
So I study the ducks downtown during the week, and the ducks at the lake on the weekend.
I have found that the ducks downtown are louder and they are noisier, they laugh raucously and shake their tail quite a bit. The ducks out at the lake are mellower, kind of chilled out. They don’t have to be as loud as the downtown ducks, not as much noise out at the lake.
Then there is my favorite “lame duck” he is over in China right now, but had to make a stop in another country first to give a short speech on Amerukuh and make us some new friends with the Chinese. Who promptly issued a press release that said “Ah Shaddup! Mind your own business.”
(Which of course is something a politician cannot relate to in any way shape, form or manner.)
B’sides, China has 253 million citizens with Internet Access and we have only 223.1 million. If all of them start complaining at once about this Texas Waddie that doesn’t know when to shut up, it will clog up the system, where no one will be able to get on.
It is fairly evident that Mr. Bush doesn’t even have a clue as to who he is dealing with or insulting these days China is a force to be reckoned with. So as you can readily see, it is not always all eights and fives, and all ducks are not the same …… Regardless of party.
Have a good weekend.