Saturday, January 31, 2009

DON'T FALL FOR THE GOP PLOT

Don't let those GOP liars and crooks off the hook when it comes to rewriting the history books about the 2008 presidential campaign and theRepublican defeat that put President Bareck Obama in the driver's seat.

The current theme of the losing team: oppose any plan that advances Obama strategy to jump-start the economy, increase employment, improve education and restore more respect for this hurting nation. The Republicans fear that any success Obama scores this year will further diminish GOP power. Obama's success in 2008 could seal the fate othe GOP for years to come.

If President Obama and a Democrat control of Congress can undo most of what was rammed through by a GOP majority and replace this legislation with laws that benefit the population, not the major corporations, they may come to understand where the real power lies not with the Wall Street wise guys, but with the Main Street citizens throughout the land.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

IS DEMOCRACY OUTDATED?

Has the U, S. become too complicated? Has democracy become outdated? Our nation's in dutch because too few make too much and too many don't earn a penny to pay their way in today's high priced society.

Perhaps life should be less expensive, less intensive, a way to create a more back to nature USA. There should be a way to bring back the life we knew, go back to the day people made less, were paid less and still were satisfied because they knew they tried. This made them feel good inside.

The greedy say it's not enough just to make it in this rough and tumble land of ours where fortunes are won or lost in a matter of hours? Should we leave well enough alone?

Monday, January 26, 2009

TALENTED TOE TO THE RESCUE!

What can a guy do when he's; having doo-doo and has to sneeze? With brand new false teeth in his wide open mouth he did: ACHEW! ACHEW! right into the yellow brew and brown and wavy spuds and gravy----all mixed up with the floating partials, cost five hundred bucks and they were made not by the dentist but by his untrained apprentice.

So what to do? He tried to fish the falsies out with rod and reel and caught an eel, then an orphan goldfish sloshing by, a frog or two, a dog's doodoo, but the floating teeth kept slipping through.

He called his lover, Cindy Lou. She'd know what to do. She refused to put her hands in the swirling mess, but bless her soul, she took off her shoe and snared the partial with a talented toe.

He took her out to dinner that night. She ate with gusto and delight; He sniffed his upper lip. The smell would not go away. He did not have a bite that night.

Friday, January 23, 2009

WE PUSHED HUMPTY DUMBTY BUSH'S TUSH AND ALL OFF THE WALL FOR ONE LAST FALL

After eight distressing, depressing years, let's all give three cheers and a 21-gun salute, to boot, to the new guy on the block, Barack Obama, for saving the U.S. and all the rest of us from here and there and everywhere from the GOP Bush/Cheney Iraq mess.

That Hawaii guy with the winning smile has got the style and the pile of know how we need right now to set our nation back on track after that wasted, blighted war where there was no turning back.

Finally, we, with no help from the GOP, Bush/Cheney and Company menagerie, sacked Iraq, the Land of Oil and not a single WMD in sight. And now they can fight and win or lose on their own.

So now we leave and turn out the lights and wish that nightmare Land of Oil and Sand a final goodnight.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

WHY DO I ALWAYS DISAGREE WITH ME?

There has to be a reason why I try to find out why I confide to my secret me in strict confidentiality and wait for the weight of that advice and even then think twice before doing something I have never done before. I am plagued by a curtain of uncertainty and the only one I must trust is me.

In the quiet of the night I might ask myself if this or that is right or wrong? But before I ask I fear I won't go along with me. So I'm hesitant and pray that I'll be pleasantly surprised just how wise I really am and find that I don't give a damn if I disagree with me.

But once the decision's made I am afraid it won't be precisely what I told myself to do. Then I will turn to the authority of last resort, my bathroom mirror that I fear. I'll take a while to test my smile and ask, is it sincere? Or would a frown be better for a trip downtown and make me look less like a clown when I try to profess my honesty?

It's so hard to make decisions that must undergo revisions based on provisions I've decided to impose on me. But here goes! No one knows as well as me and can think as rationally or logically and so, apologetically, this is what I'll do: put off to another day the quandary should I take my socks to the laundry or, what the hell, let 'em smell and stink no matter what my toes think of me.

Monday, January 12, 2009

DESCENT INTO EMPTINESS

He stood proud and tall. He and his wife had it all. Lived like movie stars. Grand home, expensive cars, winners of Wall Street wars. luxury, security, health and wealth, so much more. What else could the good life have in store?

Their kids were grown and on their own. Living in an empty nest. A time to reminisce, to rest, be thankful they had been so blessed. Time to recapture romance they knew when they were young, dedicated to making dreams come true.

Ever so slowly it began. He forgot where he'd parked the van. Misplaced his wallet, lost his keys. Lost track of realities. '"Got to call my mom," he'd say. Forgot she'd passed away. Talked in his sleep, some times he'd weep. Joked about it when he awoke.

His dad died when he was four. Got lost on his way to his house next-door. Kissed his wife and son goodbye. Bought a gun. blew out his brains. Insanity in the family? "Could it happen to me?" he asked himself inwardly.

First fleeting signs of senility. Loss of his mobility. Uncertainty, hesitancy. Slowly his lights burned out. Life did a turnabout. Memory faded, then fled, Left a vacancy in his head. Alzheimer's took up permanent residency.

It happened when the kids were grown, on their own. He and his wife together, alone. Looked forward to a future heaven and new life in retirement. The empty nest. A time to rest, to reminisce. Recapture, rapture, romance they knew when young, working hard to make dreams come true.
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Their eyes were always filled with love. Hers did still and, yes, sadness too. He stared at her with eyes that saw, but did not recognize. The smile on his face replaced by: "Who am I?" He listened, waited for her reply. "You are my love," she said and held his hand. He nodded. But did he understand?

Monday, January 05, 2009

ALL'S FAIR IN MULTI AFFAIRS

Once upon a midnight bleary I said to my girlfriend, "Dearie, I'm weary of the query you subject me to. You know I'm true to you. There's no other."

She replied: "Oh brother!"

She caught me cold, had cause to scold. I came clean, didn't want to make a scene. I admit it. You only know part of it, I also did it with your sister."

"My sister too? Get outa here, Mister Queer. Hit the road, you horny toad!"

"I tried. She was satisfied. I coulda had it with your dad, your cousin Daniel or his Cocker Spaniel."

"You'd do it with a dog, you dog? Don't you know better?"

"It was great with that Irish Setter. But don't do nothin' rash. I pay you cash. I take out your trash. Guard the house, Chase that mouse. Never bark after dark. Prefer fire plug to flowers and trees."

"Please," said she. "Don't play games with me. You live here free. You were once my honey bee. I loved you totally. Now you say you'll get it on with my siblings when I'm gone."

"Oh," I said, "stop that quibbling. Let's go to bed. I'll do some nibbling like you like. I do it better than Ike or Mike."

"I admit you got me there. But I swear there's no other."

"How about my twin brother?"

"Yeah, that's true. Him, too."


"So what's the big to-do? Come to bed, you sexy shrew."

"Oh screw you!"

"So what else is new?"

Saturday, January 03, 2009

WE'RE ALL ONE BIG FAMILY

Do chickens and turkeys and pigs and cows and lambs and sheep know instinctively when they are about to die for the good of man? Are fish aware when they sink their jaws into the piercing metal or become trapped in the fisherman's net that they will no longer ride the waves or bask in the sparkling sun, that they never again will spawn or travel in schools with their sisters and brothers?

Do deer or rabbits or ducks or geese or birds flying high in the sky realize at the blast of a bullet their role in nature's plan will come to an end? Does a lobster feel searing pain as it is immersed in boiling water by the lip-smacking lover of its succulent flesh? Do the busy bees or the industrious ants or the attacking mosquitoes sense impending doom ordained by the poisonous spray of man's creation?

Are pets aware of never awakening as they are placed in the execution chamber, no more to feel the warmth of their masters touch, never again to express their love or share the loneliness' of their two-legged companion, to be removed from life because there are too many of them and too few of us?

Do trees and flowers and their garden neighbors who live on Mother's Earth feel the woodman's axe or the gardener's shears or the lawnmower's blade? Do all these creatures of creation share the same pain as God's two-legged children? Are not we and they truly members of the same family?

Do chickens and turkeys and pigs and cows and lambs and sheep know instinctively when they are about to die for the good of man? Are fish aware when they sink their jaws into the piercing metal or become trapped in the fisherman's net that they will no longer ride the waves or bask in the sparkling sun, that they never again will spawn or travel in schools with their sisters and brothers?

Do deer or rabbits or ducks or geese or birds flying high in the sky realize at the blast of a bullet their role in nature's plan will come to an end? Does a lobster feel searing pain as it is immersed in boiling water by the lip-smacking lover of its succulent flesh? Do the busy bees or the industrious ants or the attacking mosquitoes sense impending doom ordained by the poisonous spray of man's creation?

Are pets aware of never awakening as they are placed in the execution chamber, no more to feel the warmth of their masters touch, never again to express their love or share the loneliness' of their two-legged companion, to be removed from life because there are too many of them and too few of us?

Do trees and flowers and their garden neighbors who live on Mother's Earth feel the woodman's axe or the gardener's shears or the lawnmower's blade? Do all these creatures of creation share the same pain as God's two-legged children? Are not we and they truly members of the same family?

Friday, January 02, 2009

MOVE IN, MOVE OUT. THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!

That's the long-awaited date, the Bushes move out, the new tenants move in for at least four years. Lease renewable and doable if the new President does what he says he'll do to rescue our nation's economy from the Bush misadministration's depression situation.

But for now, somehow, because the Bushes are so impossible inhospitable, the future president and his family had to rent, at great expense, temporary residence in a neighborhood not quite as good as the one they're entitled to on Pennsylvania Avenue.


Does Laura fear if that Chicago so-and-so can't afford the rent hubby-dubby Dubya will have to go his bail. Is the Washington bedroom for sale to the highest bidder? You'd think the least the Bushes could do is invite the winner for a free dinner. Especially if they agree to stay and wash the dirty dishes.