Mr. Obama has announced that the economy is going to be one of his first priorities in the coming new year. And I sincerely believe that is great. We need to have a strong and robust economy and jobs to come home to when the boys come home from oversea’s.
It is also imperative that we insure that political promises are kept and find a way to extract ourselves out of this illegal and wasteful conflict in the Middle East.
We need to bring the boys home.
Why is it that I am always without fail in the line at the bank where the patron before me has more than one transaction? Yesterday I am at the gas station and there it was. $1.55, $1.65, $1.75 and that was just the price of the candy bars, Twinkies and the Ding Dongs! This country has gone totally nuts! Later on I am over at China-Mart and the lady in front of me writes a check. Can you believe that? A check!
That is like people who drive a AMC Pacer or Ford Pinto for cryin’ out loud.
If you are writing a check in this day and age of credit cards, bankcards, debit cards, you are like a brown pair of shoes in a Black Shoe/Tuxedo World. And if you want to read a well written piece on this subject, follow this link. >>>
So back to this gal, she looks at the clerk and says, “I know it is in here somewhere (she is fishing around in this incredibly huge thing that kind of looked like a Boy Scout backpack for her drivers lic), I had it before I left the house. I KNOW I had it at the house … Oh my, my, mercy me! Every time I come over here I do this” and then she looks at me for I guess conformation of her dilemma.
I sigh, and reply, “Yeah, and I am the poor sap that is always standing behind you.”
Men have no patience … Can I get an Amen on that … Are you out there?
I’m working on it girls, I really am. Well, now that I have once again, shot myself in the foot with my own gun, I will move on. Why is it when you are watching television and there is nothing on, when you reach the end of your eighty channel limit, you go back through the entire thing again? Are you hoping that something interesting came on in the last fifteen seconds, is that it?
(If you are reading this alone at home and you read it out loud to yourself and do your best to whine like Andy Rooney, it sounds really cool …. C’mon try it!)
How do you get an overnight letter when the Post Office closes at 5 PM, I don’t get that one either. The one that really gets me when you get a call from some highly inebriated person at 3am in the morning and they say, “Did I wake you up?” to which I reply, “Naw, I had to get up for my paper route anyway.”
So despite my better judgment I am watching this piece of trash the network executives call programming and the Governator Of Caliyfornyuh is making fun of Mr. Obama’s legs, saying they are “skinny man legs” and generally speaking “ridiculing the president elect of the United States.” No civility left in this country anymore and no one has the guts to tell these people “be quiet.” Now we all know why Californyuh is like a Granola Bar.
What aint fruits is nuts.
So I am down on the river and I have my MP3 player, riding along, trying to adjust “my numbers” as the doctor calls them. And Neil diamond comes on, which is what every old guy in America wants to ride his bike to, and he is singing …. “I am I said” … and then he gets to my favorite part, he warbles out …. “I am I said, and no one answered me, not even the chair.” What the hell? What in the world does that mean? Talking furniture … Uh Mr. diamond, your easy boy recliner is on line #2.
Tomorrow I am choosing a different play list for sure.
Another Oklahoma Indian tribe is going into the cigarette business. The tribe is building a two million dollar cigarette plant up in Eastern Oklahoma, supposed to be making something like 20 cartons a minute when it is up to full speed. If this isn’t poetic justice, I don’t know what is. The Red Man gets even in the end and the government that subdued them doesn’t do too awful bad either. The fed’s will get two dollars off of each carton made.
Billions a year in revenue from Indian Casino’s and now this … I surrender.
A 17 year old Amish boy in Akron Ohio was charged with D.U.I. after he passed out at the reins of a buggy and crashed into …. Get this … after he crashed into a police cruiser. The boy further enraged the police when at the station; he insisted that he didn’t know what it meant to get “one phone call.”
What goes “clop-clop-clop-bang-bang?
An Amish drive by shooting.
And you thought crime was bad. New statistic’s released by the government indicate that 76 million Americans are sickened by food poisoning each year, with some 325,000 hospitalized and 5,000 killed. Officials blame poor food preparation in restaurants, and have launched a public awareness campaign featuring the slogan “Did Someone Say Food Poisoning?“
You just got to love the government, you know it, you just have to.
No word from McDonalds who is planning on capitalizing on this by offering a “Happy To Be Alive Combo” look for it at franchises in your area.
Such is the pageantry of life this day.
Some of us seek the anesthesia of escape that is certainly true of me, I hang onto the dream of a life on the American Highway. Some of us seek the validation of everyone-thinks-alike media tailored to one ideological or political mindset, and hate with a strange newly acquired passion, those who are not of the same tribe as they.
We all separate into our niches, shredding the fabric of our common future. I am sorry but I miss the America of my youth, even with Viet Nam it wasn’t this bad. I don’t want to leave my grandchildren a lousy third world debt ridden piece of real estate … I want to leave them a shinning legacy.
And this isn’t it.
In the words of Rodney King, “Can’t we all just get along?” It rings in my ears, it resonates in my soul. This is a profound and wonderful country, and it is up to us, to make it all work.
We can do this thing. I don’t give two hoots in you know where what the Governator of Caliyfornyuh sez.