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Dithering
Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 | Life | 3 Comments
I like to get as much information as I can when I make a decision which sometimes helps and sometimes leads to dithering, unlike Joe Wilson I didn’t have to look up the definition. So though you may feel this post is going to be about politics, it will not.
Over a year ago I started writing this blog and though I initially said that it was just for fun, I lied. No, I am like any other writer, I write for personal reward. The reward can be anywhere from money to the reward of having influenced someone else’s life.
Based on the statistics my readership seems to be about thirty people on a consistant basis. Some of these people might be members of my family which means that more people may be reading this because of a feeling of familial obligation than they like the blog.
I don’t want to turn this blog into a public forum but lately I have been feeling that the only people who have an opinion of my blog work for Hormel ( for those of you not knowledgable about their canned meats, they make Spam). So for the next week I want the blog to be sort of interactive. If you think that I should continue writing this blog send me a message that says yes or if you think I shouldn’t then say, no. If I get a majority of affirmative responses that will help me to continue and if the majority is negative then Hormel might have to find an other outlet for it’s product. On the other hand who the hell are you to tell me what to do? Haven’t you heard of the First Amendment etc…
Silk Purse on a Pig
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 | Life | No Comments
Last week I wrote about Susan Finkelstein the woman who is accused of offering sex for World Series tickets and I had more to say about it then my meager typing skills could accomplish in one week. By waiting I will be able to update the story.
First of all, it turns out that she did get tickets from a local radio station and car dealership. Here we go again.
When did sleaziness become not only acceptable but the norm? I realize that I may be called a curmudgeon but I think that we should at least consider changing our views on what is happening.
It seems that girls and women are using the new found freedoms their predecessors fought for to sell themselves. Susan Finkelstein doesn’t seem to be the only one who is offering sex for goods. Today on Maury Povich was a segment on teen prostitutes. They were from middle and upper class families and they were selling themselves for money to buy Pradas and Jimmy Choo’s.
During Mardi Gras in New Orleans girls used to flash for beads. I assume it started because most of these women were drunk but also because women are competitive. Soon Joe Francis realized that he didn’t even need the beads just the booze and Girls Gone Wild was born. I am constantly amazed that so many women are willing to show their breasts for less then dinner and a movie.
I often hear from women that men think with the head that isn’t on their shoulders and I’m beginning to think that it is outsmarting women. I have often thought that the 1964 Civil Rights act was better for men than women. Women are gradually becoming the breadwinners, we don’t give them our seats or hold the door for them, when we both work the women still do most of the housework; that’s my kind of equality.
Now men have convinced women to take off their clothes and more for trinkets. We also get to take the moral high ground. We can still comment that these girls who sell themselves for Prada bags are sluts or to paraphrase the election phrase with the old adage;’ you can put a silk purse on a pig but it still isn’t Sarah Palin”.
Easier to Ask
Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 | Life, Politics | No Comments
Grace Hopper is credited with the quote “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission,” so she might be to blame. This seems to be the rallying cry of the last few weeks.
The two most recent occurances seem to be from Joe Wilson and Kanye West. At this time the House has decided to formally rebuke Republican Representative Joe Wilson for his “You Lie” comment.
The Republicans are crying that the Democrats are politically motivated. They are saying that they should be talking about healthcare; that they are wasting valuable time. Was this the same Party that wasted time with the Clinton Impeachment? I guess the difference is that they were the ones wasting it then.
I know that many people feel that freedom of speech is at stake here but we don’t truly have unrestricted free speech. You can’t yell fire in a crowded theater. So, yes, there are times when the government has decided to restrict our free speech for the public good.
I have friends that don’t have the same religious views as I do and I know that if I talk to them about religion I might lose friends. If I were to invite them to my house and embarass them by attacking their religion I would be solely responsible for losing their friendship and also a poor host. Not only was Rep. Wilson a poor host, he was also an embarassment to the people he represents. I’ve often heard about Southern Hospitality, if this is an example then I’m staying in the North.
Then we have Kanye West who interrupted Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech to inform us of his opinion. Now he had the opportunity to vote like everyone else but he felt that we were waiting to find out, not what the majority of people thought but what Kenye thought: guess again. Now I could understand if it was Jay Z up there cause he was going home with Beyonce but I think he has too much class to do that. Maybe that is the answer. We may live in a classless society but that doesn’t mean our society shouldn’t have class.
Damn You! Liberal Media
Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 | Life, Politics | No Comments
President Obama has brought a very glaring problem to the attention of the public. We are being indoctrinated. Now I’m not talking about the disgusting things that the President suggested in his speech like our children getting a good education; no, I’m talking about the despicable things that the liberal media has forced us to believe.
I remember the first time it happened to me. It was 1965 and the media put on this ridiculous show called I Spy. The liberal media wanted us to believe that Blacks and Whites could work together and even be friends. They wanted us to believe that Blacks could become Rhodes Scholars. The sad part is that I felt that way already due to a previous indoctrination from my mother but that was when parents actually taught their children right from wrong.
This was sort of when the flood gates openned. Soon we had the groundbreaking Kirk kissing Uhura which is kind of funny when you think that Kirk had already interacted with a green Orion slave girl and no one complained. Soon we had Chico and the Man espousing the view that Hispanics and Whites could get along. What next World Peace?
Face the Nation
Tuesday, August 11th, 2009 | Life | No Comments
Blame it on my daughter,I almost forgot to write my blog. About two weeks ago she sent me an email that said she had pictures on the internet. I don’t get to see her family as often as I would like, so I was anxious to see the pictures. Their was one catch, in order to see the photos I had to join Facebook
Now I realize that lots of people are on Facebook and think it is great but I am not, by nature, what you would call, a Joiner or for that matter despite what the scientists say, am I sociable. At the last reunion for my family, my aunts, uncles and cousins were all asking “who’s that with Irene”.
My wife kept telling me to join also, and I was afraid that she would turn my whole family against me if I didn’t. I took the plunge, I mean what could be wrong with finding all the people from high school that I didn’t want to see when I was going to school.
Well I immediately realized why they call it a social network. They push you to contact people that have any relation to you. My wife was quick to put on my page that I was married to her. This in turn made facebook assume that despite the fact that my wife went to a high school in another state than me and did it twelve years later than me that I would have some connection to these people who went to school with her. It dawned on me that Facebook is like a giant game of “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon”. Combined with that is the ads on the right side that says find out who searched for you and above the ad is a picture of a woman who thus far has been, judging from her picture, a melon salewoman and it seems to indicate that this woman is looking for me. I will have to ask my wife if this is the same for her but I feel that a Chippendale’s salesman is searching for her.
Then I noticed in the upper right that Someone had invited me to join Mafia Wars which if you haven’t played is like virtual cocaine. In order to get ahead in this game you have to recruit everyone in your Six Degree Queque to continue the game. I even joined the Pirates game so I would have something to do while my energy was replenishing. This is getting to the point where I will be playing Fashion Wars for the same reason soon. They get you hooked on this and then if you are willing to buy extra energy you can use your credit cards to buy more. The good news is that soon you may be able to turn tricks if you are short on credit ( this is not true but if there are any women short on credit, I have some ((this will never make it past my censor, wife, so just disregard this fantasy))) .
Anyway I am on Facebook and I am hooked on Mafia Wars but I’m thinking of going into the Rehab Wars to kick my addiction.
Bring Back the Almonds
Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 | Life | 7 Comments
Last night, I was watching some entertainment show and they mentioned a video on You Tube that was a big sensation. So I went to the site.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0
I saw it and I thought that this was a one of a kind video; boy was I wrong. It seems that weddings have changed.
I guess that wedding ceremonies have always evolved. At one time, I assume, that people would give chickens as wedding presents and very few of them would fight over the flowers in the center of the table.
For a long time, however, one thing had remained the same:the favors. Treditionally, every guest used to get a small amount of Jordan almonds. From wikipedia I found out that “Traditionally, five Jordan almonds are presented in a confection box or wrapped in elegant fabric to represent fertility, longevity, wealth, health and happiness. The bitterness of the almond and the sweetness of the coated candy exemplify the bitter sweetness of a marriage.”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedding_favors
Sometime in the sixties I notice a change and it started with the Jordan almonds. When I would go to weddings, couples would give favors like wine, engraved glasses and anything as long as it wasn’t almonds. It soon spread to the whole wedding where the whole wedding became a game of can you top this.
Now, don’t get me wrong, the video alluded to above represnts a lot of work and dedication, not only to the couple but to the show. I discovered this after I saw the first video and went on to subsequent videos. I’m afraid that is the problem.
The subsequent videos ran the gamut from good to embarassing. Some of them made me feel like I was at a long kindergarten show where I didn’t have a child performing. So if you are going to do a show then at least do enough preparation to do it well.
Hopefully, with the economic problems our country is facing maybe we will start to tone it down. I’m afraid that it mght not be so. I have a twelve year old boy and I live in fear that his wedding day might turn out like this:
“What’s the matter Matt?”
“The guy hasn’t arrived with the circus calliope yet.”
“Do you need it?”
“The Elephants won’t move without them”
“Do you really need them?”
“Weren’t you paying attention when me and Beautiful Girl Who Was Named After Her Beautiful Mother Who Wanted To Give Her Girl A Unique Name That No One Would Think Of told you the plan.”
“I tried, but I was trying to remember her name”
” Just call her “B” everyone else does. Now here is the plan. The calliope plays, everyone whose name ends in e throws peanut shells in the aisle,the elephants crush the shells, the flower girls throw down hot coals on the shells, the first groomsman and bridesmaid walk across dropping planks so the next couple singing an aria from “Carmen”can ride their camels across dropping water so the planks don’t catch on fire and dragging in the portable ice rink so the best man and maid of honor can re create Disney on Ice.”B” and I will then swing in from the balcony dressed as Tarzan and Jane in formal dress while Phil Collins sings You’ll be in my Heart” Got it?
“Yes, did you do what I wanted?”
“B” got them. But what the hell are Jordan Almonds?