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Today, this morning, is my third or fourth day of no political comment or ranting (I personally prefer the term commenting) and I feel and look just great!  So once again, you are free from the rigors and the turmoil inflicted upon you by my extremely poor social upbringing and the lack of good writing skills.  Continuing my current effort to clean up my act, I shall keep this strictly a pantagraphic hauntograpy of proto-mantic motherworlds.

There will be no political mysteriograms of toposonic radiances that deconstruct and propel one into raptoluminal resonances deep in their souls, or feeble attempts to raise up residual numinophillic nemeta sites which are reiterated in myco-boreal precincts located around the country.

There …… that ought to clear it all up.

I am however still allowed to comment on the strange doin’s, the bizarre, the wonderful wacky world that we all live in, that fact of life has not changed.  For instance, did you know that the Smithsonian in Washington DC has asked Aretha Franklin to donate her inauguration hat festooned with a giant, bejeweled bow?  It is true, stoopid yes, but still, true.

Turning up the heat.  The new president, who declared on the campaign trail that we cannot afford to keep our homes at seventy-two degrees, has cranked up the thermostat in the oval office, and some staffers are reporting that it is hot enough to grow orchids in there.  But then again … The dude is from Hawaii.  (that isn’t political is it?)

Jessica Simpson this week thanked every one of her fans for their positive support of her during her recent weight gain.  She said that we as American’s focus on a lot of things that are typically pointless … Like Jessica Simpson.  I like this one, no I really do.  I am reading this article on “How to use an electric razor” and one of the tips is to …. Get this …. Dry off.

Yeah, like shaving a wet face with an electric appliance, like that would be a brilliant idea.  Here is another one, on the side of our hair blower it has a little sticker, the sticker reads, “do not use in the shower.”  Yeah like duh?  I can just see it in my minds eye, three big burly firefighters huddled in my bathroom (we do have a rather small bathroom) and they are looking down at the body, naked, dripping wet, and in my left hand is the hair blower.

Most importantly … Don’t believe the suicide note, everyone knows that I am “right handed.”

Business in the country continues to slowly sink into what most would describe as a “Black Hole of Despair and gloom”  If you spent one million dollars per day ($1,000,000.00) every single day since Jesus was born (734,380) you still would not have spent as much (734,380,000,000) as Congress did in the stimulus Bill (734,380,000,000) now let us quadruple that amount (X4) and we’ll have the cost of the Iraq War (Tilt).

This isn’t political is it?

So far this year, banks are failing at a rate that is more than one per week, the worst failure rate since 1993.  So if you are opening up a new checking account, I would not expect a toaster.  (Oooooh, that was good I am gonna save that one!)  A new surprise on the horizon has appeared, more women bank robbers, stocks may be down, but the percentage of women robbing banks is now up in the U.S..  It is nice to see that it is a “equally-opportunity crime” and that territory once owned and dominated by the men, has been taken over by the girls.

“Anything that you can do … we can do … Only better.”

If you figure business isn’t all that bad, then look at this photograph of the dead line in Fullerton, California (outside Los Angeles) this is a recent photo of Union Pacific locomotives that are shut down, because their business has gone south and they have no freight to haul.*  UP is the second largest railroad in the U.S..  (Thanks to Sam Locomotive Engineer for emailing me the photo and the info)

It may not concern you that pollution from coal burning plants and development in this country has obscured the Milky Way from more than two-thirds of America, and a fifth of the world.  That the national debt is now at a point where your grandchildren will NEVER be able to pay the F.I.C.A guy and your American Dream is just that …. A dream.

While we are at it (nothing like being right and this one is right on!) Here is another eye opener. To my legions of self-appointed critics I say … It is not my fault that your home interests or your 401K’s have lost trillions of dollars, I didn’t vote for him or support his war.

I cannot help (nor do I care) that you can no longer afford a $5 Starbucks latte, your Jimmy Choo shoes, granite counter-tops and stainless steel appliances, or buy your hubby a new Rolex watch on his next birthday.  That your elected officials appear to be brain dead and can now safely be un-plugged from life support.   Like I said … It was not of my making nor is it of my concern.  Don’t blame me.

Just do what me and the Mrs. did when we hit the end of our rope.  We tied a big ol knot in the end of that sucker and then we just started to hang on!

OOO

*Thanks to RailPicturesNet for the photograph.