Rants, Raves, Pieces of My Mind
The gene pool needs some chlorine added.
The pResident is dancing barefoot on the white house (spell check suggested whorehouse, might just be appropriate…) lawn while our troops are dying, our credit rating is going in the toilet, the stock market is dropping like a rock and nobody in DC seems to be in driving the car.
Everything seems to be normal – we go to work (if we have a job), we go to the store, we spend time with our families, life goes on….
Wake up – Rome is burning and our elected officials are fiddling.
Rep. Anthony Weiner refused to answer questions about how a photo of an erect penis covered by boxer briefs ended up on his Twitter account over the weekend. Instead, he has hired a lawyer. Law enforcement hasn’t been asked to investigate his allegations of fraudulent access to his Twitter account. Originally, he claimed he was sending a private message to a 21-year-old Seattle co-ed, and mis-typed, sending it instead to all of his followers on his Twitter account. Oops.
Then he claimed it wasn’t HIS crotch that was tweeted. His account MUST HAVE BEEN HACKED!!! (But he isn’t doing anything about it…). And since he is a dimacrat, I don’t expect he will face any questions from the Ethics Committee.
I wonder what his wife thinks about his tweeting crotch?
How come some people will get the weather forecast for the day from their phone…instead of looking out the window….and then make numerous comments about how wrong it is and “Why can’t they ever get it right…” And then…in the next breath…check the forecast for next week and proclaim “It’s going to really nice next week!!!”
HELLO??? If the forecast for the day is WRONG, what makes you think the forecast for NEXT WEEK is any more accurate????
These are the same people who swoon over movie stars, love reality TV and believe the evening news….
I’m just glad my life doesn’t depend on the decisions these people make.
Remember when the Federal Withholding on your paycheck changed (that is, if you still have a job)? Well, all that money that you spent, because BO gave the little guy a break – well guess what? You still owe it to Uncle. Because while the withholding changed, the tax rate didn’t.
Surprise.
If you think we’ve got problems, just wait until you see the (government) solutions….
I sent a letter to my Congress Critters today. It was less than polite. In fact, on reflection it was probably downright rude. On further reflection, I’m sorry. Not sorry that I sent it. Not sorry that I was rude.
Sorry, that the people we have elected to represent us aren’t listening to us. Sorry, that they look sincere, nod their heads (kind of like a bobble head doll) and then go ahead and do the things they just said they wouldn’t do. Sorry, that they evidently don’t take the oath they swore upon taking office very seriously. Sorry, that they don’t learn from history.
So far, my letters have elicited a generic form letter, thanking me for my interest. I’ll be willing to bet that some lower level flunky will (eventually) skim the letter and either file it in the round file or put a tick mark in the spread sheet in the “Doesn’t support your policies” column. I doubt if the Critters themselves will ever see it.
Occasionally, I used to have to grab my Border Collie by the collar and say in my best “Attention Voice” “YOU’RE NOT LISTENING!!!”
Do you suppose it works with government officials?
