Big Bad John (video)

I understand that they have called off Halloween and Thanksgiving in the Nation’s capitol this year. Something about the witch going to New York and taking the turkey with her? But I am not sure. It is going to be awfully difficult to see anything to be Thankful for this year.

Last night at the end of the news, the anchorman actually “apologized for all the bad news here lately, and suggested that we all watch the Thursday edition of Saturday Night Live” as if that was going to be the panacea we all need.

McSame and Palin have been caught in another “gaff” isn’t that what they are calling a lie these days? A political gaff, strange term. But then again, America is full of strange terms here lately. Downsizing, you find yourself unemployed. Market shift, your 401K plan is now worthless. Lifestyle choice, abortion. Ethnic Cleansing, Murder. An affair, adultery. Bail out, Government charity for the rich.

We seem to take everything and “sanitize it to suite our needs” and it doesn’t matter if it is the truth or a lie, as long as we get it out there.

Over and over these people have been caught in “half-truths” as the media calls them, and no one seems willing to take them to task. Back in the old days, Grandma would have you chowing down on a bar of soap, but that isn’t happening anymore in America.

McSame touted ‘Energy Expert’ Palin’s credentials by falsely claiming she delivered a gas pipeline.  Last night on Fox News, host Sean Hannity interviewed McSame and Yummy Mummy and asked McSame what her role would be in his administration. McSame said Yummy Mummy would bring him warm milk at bedtime and …. No that it not right.

Remember, laughter is God’s sunshine!

He said that she would be useful on energy issues — presumably because, as he has said before, “she knows more about energy than probably anyone else” in the U.S. And if frogs had wings, they wouldn’t bump their butts when they hopped.

As evidence, McCain claimed on FOX News, that Palin “was responsible for…a pipeline, the $40 billion pipeline bringing natural gas from Alaska down to the lower 48.” Watch it: In fact, there is no $40 billion dollar pipeline from Alaska bringing natural gas to the lower 48 states. As the New York Times explained last month, “the pipeline exists only on paper” — And of course in the collective minds of politicians that are so far out in right field, they don’t even know the game is over and it is time to come on in.

The first section has yet to be laid, federal approvals are years away and the pipeline will not be completed for at least a decade. In fact, although it is the centerpiece of Ms. Palin’s relatively brief record as governor, the pipeline might never be built, and under a worst-case scenario, the state could lose up to $500 million it committed to defray regulatory and other costs.

Two schools of thought seem to prevail among conservative Republicans unhappy with the prospect of voting for John McSame. First, there are those who believe that McSame, though far from their first choice, is looking better and better as the campaign progresses, primarily because the alternative is totally unacceptable. Which is something akin to saying, “I know this great resteraunt, the food there has a little poison in it, and it will kill you, but it really tastes good.  Do you want to do lunch?”

And then there are those think that the Republic can survive a Barack Obama administration, especially if it ushers in another Ronald Reagan era. There is a word in the English language that aptly describes this political theory … it is called “In Your Dreams.”

Personally I feel like they are both suffering from phantasmagoria which is a constantly shifting complex succession of things seen or imagined, witness to a bizarre or fantastic combination. I understand that their handlers have now canceled speeches in New Mexico concerning the importance of magnets in the future, more on that later.

So this morning I am opening my email and there it is: I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – I-Hate-You – Possibly written by some Obammer Lover in Cicero, Illinois who is sitting in his home, listening to his two-pack a day smoking brother in the next room coughin’ up his breakfast while composing this wonderful, somewhat terse reply to something I wrote.

Which brings me to my next subject … “Why do they call them marbles, when they are made out of glass?”

Where is Albert Gore when you really need him? Why isn’t anyone asking the pertinent questions of these important people, I am tiring of the political rhetoric and half-truths. If everyone lost five pounds at the same time, would it throw Earth out of it’s orbit? If practice makes perfect, and nobody’s perfect, then why bother practicing? How is it in America, that commercials can claim that something is both NEW and IMPROVED. How do you throw away a garbage can?

Time to go, have to look for a new screen saver, read my required reading (stay a breast of what is going on in the country heh-heh) and answer this knot-head in Cicero, Illinois.

No lie.



Photo compliments of Time Magazine.

The cartoon was published by the Center for American Progress” (online)

The Short Rows

Don’t really know where the term “The Short Rows” originated, I first heard it as a lad, applied to the practice of plowing a field. When you are harvesting or plowing a field, and you are almost done, you are in “the short rows” which is the very edge of the field.

It also could apply to a person’s life, when you reach that point, where you have more of it behind you and very little of it left in front of you.

And last, I guess we could apply it to the year, being close to November, we are in “the short rows of 2008,” and 2009, is just around the corner.

I remember a long time ago, walking in a graveyard in Livermore, California, I came across a tombstone (head marker) that read: “As you are, I once was. As I am, you someday shall be.” That always stuck with me for some reason. A grain of truth in that believe it or not. What goes round … Comes around … Where I am at, you are some day going to be.

That is, if you are not already there.

There are three things that will eat your proverbial lunch in this life. Most folks would agree with me on this, and they are: (1) Taxes. You have them always, they never go down, and they never, ever, go away. (2) Insurance. You are dammed if you have it and dammed if you don’t. Almost like heroin, it is something you cannot live without. (3) Health Care. Which is of course, a form of insurance, but never the less, something you desperately need. A very necessary economic fact, especially on the downhill side of life.

So, as I am so fond of saying, down the road you go. You work hard, you build something, and hopefully you rest a bit.

Youth has a way of slipping by without your really noticing it. One day you stand before the mirror as you have day after day, but this day it is different. What was youth, is no longer there staring back at you. You get busy working, raising a family, watching the kids grow, spending every waking hour searching for that little extra each month, to kind of nudge it over the top.

You plan and you scheme, you cry and you dream, God smiles,and life just sorta slips by unnoticed.  The weeks into months, months into years, first thing y’know.

Looking back to 1974 (which to me, doesn’t seem all that long ago, but it was) I can remember stretching my monthly dollar value to buy the best possible house I could afford. It cost me and the bride, $118 a month, and at that time, I was really concerned that I would be able to meet that $118 obligation each month. Today the taxes alone, are over that amount. By the time I had finished paying off that house, some seven years early on a thirty-year note. My payment had escalated to over $269 per month. Why?

Taxes and Insurance.

It is almost impossible for me to even wonder where all of this is going to end up in the end. My only consolation being, I more than likely am looking at the short rows on this at this point in my life. So in retrospect you wonder if you made a change. Did you leave something for the next person down the pike?

I am not sure if I have or not, to tell you the truth.

In a way, you want to warn young people of the apparent dangers of government that is clearly running a muck. You want to try and point out the pitfalls of life, and give them a friendly “heads up” on what is really going on. You don’t want them to have to deal with the misery and pain that you have experienced, you feel the need to pass something onto them, so hopefully, their generation can make a positive change.

Most of the time this simply doesn’t work, and falls on deaf ears. As such was the case when my father and those before him, tried to pass it on to me. Generational curse or something I guess.

It is often difficult trying to deal or explain things to someone twenty years old or younger. They see the world in a totally different light than others. The American Dream is totally out of reach or foreign to them in scope or concept and the moral foundation is completely different from people my age. It often screws things up big time, communication is at best, difficult.

Just in case you weren’t feeling old enough today, the remainder of this will certainly change things.  If you have hung in here this far, might as well stick around for the rest.

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were for the most part, born in 1990. they have no meaningful recollection of the Reagan Era and probably did not know he was shot. They know nothing of LBJ’s Great Society, Nixon’s resignation and shame, Woodstock or Kent State.

They were infants when the Persian Gulf War was waged, pre-pubescent when Saddam went down, more than likely, have only known one Pope in their lifetime. They were children when the Soviet Union broke apart and the Berlin Wall came tumbling down, they do not remember or possibly even know of the meaning of the word, Cold War.

The majority of them are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up. Tienanmen Square means nothing to them. Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic. Jay Leno has always been the host of the Tonight show.

Atari predates them as do vinyl albums and hot wax. The expression “You sound like a broken record” sounds foreign to them and more than likely has no meaning. They have never owned a record player. They have likely never played “Pac Man” and never heard of “Pong.” The CD was introduced when they were one year old.

All homes have always had an answering machine, home computer, most have never seen a television with only thirteen channels or a black and white TV. They have always had cable TV available to them. There have always been VCR’s but they have no idea what BETA was. They cannot fathom life without the use of a remote control.

They don’t know what a cloth baby diaper is, or know about the “Help Me! I have fallen and I cannot get up commercial” famous years ago. They were born in the year that Walkman’s were introduced by Sony. Roller skates have always meant “in line” to them. They have no idea when or why Jordache jeans were cool and country music was not.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave. They have never seen Larry Bird play. They never took a swim in the ocean and worried about “Jaws.” The Viet Nam War is an ancient history to them as WW I, WW II, Civil war and Korea.

They have no idea that American’s were once held hostage in Iran. They can’t imagine what a hard contact lens might be. They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from (it was the planet Ork, if anyone cares to remember). They never heard the expression “Where’s the beef?”… “I’d walk a mile for a Camel or “de plane!, de plane! (Fantasy Island ABC).”

They have no idea as to who shot J.R. and more than likely even who he was.

Michael Jackson has always been white (or kind of off white). Kansas, Chicago, Boston, America, and Alabama are places they have heard of, not bands. They never new Cassius Clay but followed Muhammad Ali and have seen the movie of his life and times. There has always been MTV. They don’t have a clue as to how to use a typewriter, have never purchased a 19 cent hamburger from McDonalds or purchased .22 cent per gallon gasoline.

So when you stop and try to explain something to the younger set, you are more than likely not on the same page, level, plain, or neighborhood. It is entirely possible you could not even been remotely close to their zip code.

Having no earthly clue as to which way the wind will blow in this country in the coming years, having no crystal ball to look down the beaten path a ways, I just do my best to pass on what it is that I do know. The future for me is just as hidden as the past I can no longer see.

So in the time that I have, I feel it is my duty to try and pass on something, anything that I can. To humbly explain whenever possible that there should be more to life than just being a tax slave for the U.S. government (or any damn government). The longing of the human condition to search out and find life, we deserve it, we need it.

It seems so necessary now, to just to take the shot, plant the seed and hope it lands somewhere where it will grow. Because as you see …We are all morally challenged (like it or not) to give something back as we pass thru life, we are all designated to try and change it and make it better.

Take time today to stop and consider one important aspect of life.  If you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for.  If you want to make a change for the better … then it is up to you.

As my friend in the U.K. puts it … “Mind The Gap” … Celebrate life, don’t let it grind you down. Before you know it, you could find yourself like me, standing here in the short rows wondering where it all went. If there is one scintilla of truth in all of this it is this … As you are … I once was … As I am … You someday shall be.

Bet your last dollar on it.