Who came up with this “Thank God It Is Friday?” thing.
Back in the day … When I was young and working I dreamed of Friday for a rest day, only took eleven or twelve years in the seniority system, where it actually became a reality. Now days, all of my “bad news” seems to come rolling down the pike and hits here on Friday.
Last night for instance, I had that dream again, where you fall, and right before you hit the ground, you’re a giant train going through a long dark tunnel. Man, I hate that. No cellphone reception, the heavy odor of diesel exhaust in the air, and then there is the matter of the headlight dilemma at the other end.
One of these days I am going to dream I ate the world’s largest Twinkie and wake up only to find that my pillow is missing.
This morning I read that California’s water woes are progressively getting worse. One in four household water wells in parts of California’s Central Valley contains potentially harmful levels of uranium, a U.S. Geological Survey study said.
Even Badder news (didn’t know that was possible? Yup, sure is). Some big mucky-muck, professor at a left-coast college makes this profound observation: “I see groundwater becoming incredibly important in the ability to store water from those years that are wet and warm. When you’ve got it, put it in the ground.” This idea is being presented as a solution to drought conditions, no snow, but more rain, collect the rain and recycle it.
It is of course, not good science. A great deal of our problems in this country, boil down to no leadership and at times, no common sense from those you would expect it from the most. Sure we catch all that rainwater in the future, it in turn gathers up a great collection of nasty things in the gutter. Insecticides, herbicides, gas/oil, storm runoff and even in some cases, human waste.
We collect all that, as has been suggested here, and pump it back into the ground? Yeah, that is smart. TREAT IT FIRST MEATHEAD … then dump it back into the aquifers.
We don’t need this kind of half-A** solution to our problems. Only in America, where science is capable of flying you to the moon … And religion will fly you into a building.
Maybe a disclaimer before every news post would work. You know: “Not dishwasher safe, keep away from small children and house pets. The old shower/hair dryer analogy kind of thing.”
Perhaps: “No useful information here, skip to sports, todays breaking story, NFL player admits to making love to chickens!”
I am headed to Facebook it is the month for Lovers (February) and I want to check my friends list. You never know who is searching for you, b’sides John Welsh and the F.B.I..
As I gracefully grow older in life, I fondly remember the good times of my youth. It doesn’t matter to me that she is now older, round in the hips, smoking two packs a day and coughing up hairballs from her cat in West Virginia.
To me she is always going to be:
“Don you big stud, take me behind the bleachers on the football field!”
My old girlfriend, Gina Statutory. She never was elected to any office, but boy, she was fun in ninth grade.
Have a Good Weekend.
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