Glowin In The Dark

BAD NEWS: The Bush administration announced today that they are NOT going to hand out radiation, fighting thyroid pills to all you lucky people that are living downwind or somewhere near a nuclear plant (10-20 mile radius). A little known law passed about five years ago because of terrorist threats, mandates that the pills be distributed unless the government doesn’t deem it necessary.

If you happen to live down wind from one of these oil producing, or nuke electric plants and you start dreaming about stuff like: Encounters with drunken judges, passive-aggressive meter readers in your backyard, semi-repressed cat people, and co-dependent enablers in your neighborhood.

Don’t worry …… that is perfectly normal, I do it all the time.

Now conversely, if your next door neighbor, who happens to be a recently divorced, Air Force B-1 bomber pilot starts speaking loudly to himself, running madly thru the yard with his weed-whacker in his Michael Jordan underwear and acting in a particular manner.

If the people across the street start glowing in the dark, or if all your fruit trees in the backyard suddenly start humming.

If you find yourself in the local Denny’s at three in the morning, sitting next to some stranger who is sitting on a well worn, rumpled, Valentine’s Card, while writing frenetically on white paper napkins.

You could possibly have a problem.

Then I suppose …. Mr. Bush will then give you the pill …. But I wouldn’t count on it. These are the same people who could not deliver a Hurricane victim a bottle of water when he was standing on the roof of his house in New Orleans a few years back.


Pain At The Pump

More pain at the pump, $3.59 a gallon in Paoli, Oklahoma and the gasoline thing continues to plague the nation and my lifestyle, I don’t know where this is going either. What seems to be especially disturbing is the fact that EVERYTHING IN THIS COUNTRY is tied to oil one way or the other.

From plastics to medicine, delivery or service on goods, it all comes down to that gallon of whatever it is that runs the country. Much like an iceberg, we are only seeing one third of what is above the surface on this, and it is going to progressively get worse as time goes on.

Think about this.

A gallon of milk, $5, a gallon of automotive paint, $125.00+, a gallon of channel #5 about $1,500.00! Aftershave $75 or more, bottled water, about $15 a gallon … When you look at stuff by the gallon, gasoline is, I hate to say it, “cheap.”

What then? We complain, we moan, we groan, we look for someone to save us …. From ourselves mainly. We vote these people in, but we do not have the guts to remove them when they do a sorry job. For the most part, we are reluctant to hold their feet to the fire, we cannot find the courage to stand up and say get your sorry *** out. So we plead with them and hope for the best.

Voter: “Do what is right!”
Politician: “But you will kill me!”
Voter: “Maybe, but do it anyway! I hired you to go to Congress to make hard decisions to help our country. Take your term, do it, and then go home. Kill yourself!”
Politician: “But I have seniority and expertise and I am up to speed on the issues. Replace me and it will be six years before he (the replacement) knows what I know.”
Voter: “Well, maybe we don’t want him to know what you know. Maybe we want someone dumb enough to know what is impossible and brave enough to want to do what is right.”
Politician: “But I love this job.”

The rafters sag … and the house leaks.

America moves on.