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Today is Veteran's Day. This is the day we honor those who have served to protect our freedoms. If you're a veteran consider
yourself honored. As a friend sometimes says, "Job well done."
But you didn't come here to hear me extol, praise and applaud. You came here to hear me bash. I will try not to disappoint.
I think I was eight years old. I wrote a letter to Santa Claus. I said that I knew that I didn't deserve it, but I'd like this
and this. Then I made sure to show it to my parents. "Here's the letter I'm going to send, just thought I'd run it by you
first . . . for no particular reason. Anything I can clear up for you?"
Dang I was clever. So smart. Parents never suspected a thing. Love that modesty thing, stroke of brilliance for an eight year
As I look back on that moment I wonder if maybe my parents understood what was going on a little better than that eight year
Oh, speaking of idiotic juveniles who have no clue what grown up minds understand, Barack Obama is playing budget. Isn't that
cute? Little Barack with his little toy money and little banker's hat. Aw, isn't it darling?
He figures we're too stupid to see through his sophomoric tricks. "You want budget cuts? Okay, we'll cut defense.
And not just defense waste, critical areas. Huh? Huh? You really want budget cuts? Oh, yeah, and while we're at it, we're going
to remove the home mortgage deduction. Oh, geez, I'm brilliant. What a strategist."
What a putz
This is the political equivalent of holding your breath until you get your way.
Fortunately, it's like Oliver North said today: "Obama is incapable of shaping events."
After being chastened by the voters in one of the greatest electoral reversals in American history, the president
flew away on the most expensive foreign junket ever taken by an American head of state. But his appearances this
week in India, Indonesia and South Korea have made it vividly clear to all that Obama is incapable of shaping events.
Victor Davis Hanson wrote about this, calling it
The politics of budget cutting.
Even though "politics" is intended as an insult, calling Obama's hissy fit that gives it more credence than it deserves.
2012 cannot come soon enough.
"Generations from now," (insert dramatic echo) "We will be able to look back and tell our children that this was the moment when we . . . "
. . . kicked their sorry carcasses out!
Hey, Obama, you tinhorn dictator, what was that you were saying about punishing your enemies?
As Rodney Carrington says, I think I'm sharing way too much with you people . . .
I can't decide if I picked a really good or a really bad day to quit swearing. You ever have one of those days? The great line is "I couldn't decide whether to open my eyes or my wrists this morning," but that's never a problem for me. I always opt for homicide over suicide. How stupid is the other option? Someone else is causing a problem so you off yourself? Oh, hell no. I'm sticking around long after the problem is solved.
I just woke up with . . . well, actually it was a clarity, I think. I think the delusions that allow me to function in society were momentarily pulled back and I could see the hopelessness of it all.
So I'm giving myself a pep talk on the way to work, and had myself almost convinced that I would make this a good day. I would focus, my communications would be clear and clean. I would take this state of mind and turn it around and not let it rule me. Real Deepak Chopra stuff.
Then 8:01 a.m. found me sitting in the car, two blocks from work, waiting for a train and listening to the news. They were talking about Obama and how he called up Republican leaders to talk about "working together."
'Working together,' in case you didn't know it, is democrat speak for do it my way. But really, what
phrase out of a democrat's mouth isn't? Obama
still doesn't get it.
Obama needs the "Election is over. I won, you lost, okay? You don't get to talk, you lost" speech that he gave John McCain. What a putz. What a miserable low-life sub-human
piece of sewage putz.
As I was screaming at the radio--loud, out-of-control, jugular popping, 'insane person here;
someone call the authorities' screaming at the radio--the thought popped into my head "I picked a
bad day to quit swearing."
But then it occurred to me, really, isn't a day that has a lot of reasons to swear the best day to
quit swearing? What reward to you have if you don't swear on the day when you feel good and everything
is going right?
I should be thrilled. We confronted evil and whupped it. Well, almost. Harry Reid? Jerry Moonbeam Brown?
What the hell is up with that. 'Joe' e-mailed me soliciting some gloating. All I could come up with was
that in my stage in life I am either disappointed or preparing to be disappointed.
Then a good friend pointed out that I was feeling sorry for myself, boo-freakin-hoo, so life hasn't paved
your path with perfection. Good thing she caught me before I got to the "I've never failed to disappoint
everyone I love" stage.
Anyway, I'm not in a good mood yet, but I am bored with this post (which means I lost you paragraphs ago).
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