Oklahoma executed a man this week, he beat his wife to death with a baseball bat and then attempted to run over her with a pickup truck. They gave him a dose of a sedative and he went quietly to sleep, not the same as what he dished out to his wife. In Florida, they are proposing to execute those who commit these heinous crimes with a firing squad. The reasoning behind this is that killers should know that they will die violently, rather than just going to sleep.
Capital punishment laws are on the books in 91 countries, but only 23 of them carried out any executions last year. In our country, 46 people were executed last year and so far this year, I believe the number is around 37. We seem to be leading the pack the only people who beat us are the dictatorships of China, North Korea, Iran, and Yemen.
Not a whole lot to be proud of.
Now something from the “this surely is stoooopid” files. Evergreen Park High in Illinois announced recently that students will be allowed to go to the bathroom “three times per semester.” Students who have to go more often than that, will be required to make it up after school.
Steven Seagal is patrolling the border down south. The former action star was sworn in as a sheriffs deputy in Hudspeth County, Texas and plans to wok full time to help secure the border between Mexico and the U.S.. It appears that Mr. Seagal is not in this for the celebrity or the publicity, he’s like the rest of us that live down here; he has a sincere passion for his country and wants to do more to help.
No word on where Chuck Norris is at this time.
Now for a good Monday morning chuckle. With alcohol-related injuries on the rise in Australia, the owners of some bars are installing rubber sidewalks outside their establishments.
The new sidewalks, made of recycled tires, cut down on the head trauma and bruises suffered when people pass out, trip, and fall, or hit the ground during a bar fight. So much for responsible drinking eh? I just can hear it now, the wife standing in the kitchen at 2:30 a.m. demanding to know … “Where did you get all those skid marks?”
Raining here today and that is good, we need the rain, it has not rained in a long time. We just finished the warmest winter since 1946 and they summer is going to be a real barn burner. Best get ready. It snowed to beat the band in Lake Tahoe yesterday, which is always welcome and at the same time, dangerous.
Mr. Obama is coming to town this week (Yawn).
No president in modern times has been re-elected with a consumer confidence index below 75. Not long ago this was at 57.5 which is 7 points lower than when Jimmy Carter was shown the door. The rest of us are busy chasing the American dream, by working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually work your way up to being the boss, and then you get to put in 12 hours per day.
Bill Cosby once said, “Like everyone else who makes the mistake of getting older, I begin each day with coffee and the obituaries.” The coffee is good this morning, I am savoring it and reading the latest offering on Fresh Pressed (I am not so much into obits). It continues to amaze me how WordPress will pick up a blog as being worthy of this distinction. But then again, it doesn’t take a whole lot to amaze me on Monday.
Even tho it is raining, I am going to try and be upbeat about it all. (Often I have been known to write with a somewhat remorse tone or sorrowful attitude on Mondays, especially on those days when it rains.)
Well into the Golden Years I take it one day at a time now. One thing I have noticed that is profound about my golden years is this. I have long ago become invisible to young women. They actually do not see me. But I am not writing this to complain. I am at peace with my circumstances. The blessing of sixty-four is a libido in decline. The curse of it is that major pharmaceutical companies are successfully exploiting my insecurities.
So this week, I was pleasantly surprised when a cute thing took interest in me at the Casino and inquired of me as to my availability (whether or not I was married?). It is nice to know that someone finds you interesting, intriguing, and wonders if you are available. Suddenly that surreal commercial of a silver-haired guy sitting naked in an outdoor bath tub and holding hands with a naked, slightly younger woman in an adjacent tub makes perfect sense.
Is it Friday yet?