The State of the Union 2010

America still is not ready to free any of her slaves.  We talk about it; which simply means we talk a lot.  The misuse of stimulus funds has only one problem: Red, Yellow, Black, Brown and White recipients of the stimulus packages are equal in the amount of malice, greed, and gain they share.  We are all equal of graft, miss-use of funds, pork politics, greed, private gain and public malice.

It goes something like this: If I don’t get my way, neither will you.

There is no Wall Street.  There is no Main Street.  Who thought that one up?

There is only Gutter Street. We are equal in one way only: We are all on the Same Street.  When push comes to shove it is every color for self.

We are not united. We are simply ground-tether-trained. When the command ’stay’ ceases to have meaning, we will have anarchy.

 A Camelot Castle first enslaves the owner.

Food, raiment, and shelter do not define the man. A silk clad herring still smells like a herring. Who said that first?

As far as smells go, when mankind’s bodies burn in the fire we all smell like a pork barbecue. No wonder our best skin and organ replacement donor is the lowly Porky Pig.  Our own aphorisms go something like this: Smells like a Pig.  Sleeps in his own shit, just like a Pig. Eats like a Pig.  Fat as a Pig.  Stupid as a Pig. Breeds like a Pig. Squeals like a Pig. A Pig in a poke. 

We evolved from Pigs.  Monkeys are higher up in the gene pool.

But the real winner is: Pork Barrel Politics. Scrape off the top layer of each and every one of us on the planet and find out that we are all pork pink.

I am sick and tired of posturing over stuffed spongy fat old white men reared back in governmental positions with smirks on their faces looking every bit like Big Daddy trying to tell me what the truth is; what I really need; who I am and…………………………………..ad infinitus.

All the while their select lackey lobbyist weasel on the floor placing dollars at their feet.   Who are these people anyway?

Last night there was a room full of reared back Big Daddies. Barffff!

Every King’s Court needs an honest Jester Joker.

Where is Eddy Murphy? 

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Old Is For Humans

I wake up in pain, do all my work that I do everyday.  The pain never stops unless I lie back down in a perfectly flat position. Then my mind hurts because nothing is getting done.

If this is Arthritis then everyone who has it needs to be in a hospice.  It is no wonder that the majority of aging humans that I see have a grim determined look on their faces that appears to be chiseled into their countenance.  Which is exactly what it is: They are doing their best to do that which needs to be done on a daily basis and more importantly, complete the work.

It is Saturday. I have cooked, served, eaten and cleaned up breakfast for Paul and myself.

It is 11:36am. by the computer clock. I need a nap.

Yesterday Paul power sawed the remainder of the tree donated by Hurricane IKE. He finished the job, and he was taxed to the limit of his endurance. His comment was, “I will not be walking on the treadmill this evening.” Do you see what I mean? He had to work that hard to justify not doing what he does every day. He turned his chiseled determined face toward the shower and clean clothes.

I need a nap. For the Houston area, it is cold. I am cold. I have lost one of my favorite fuzzy black long warm socks, so I have on the one and will continue to look for the other, if it takes the remained of the day. If I don’t keep the one I have on my foot, I will forget what I am looking for and never find the other sock.

After my nap from exhausting myself serving breakfast, I will put on my determined chiseled face and continue the search. Paul thinks I look funny.

Our blood pressure is up because we need the extra air to turn the next page in our lives.

Happy January, 2010. 

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Morning After

Sound REM sleep for five to sixteen hours is a cure I recommend for a hangover.  Stay away from computers and friends and especially spouses. Work on dousing the urge to express yourself.

All communication from the mouth or hands or telepathically delivered simply must cease until the urge for Fritos, Twinkies and whiskey leaves and your hunger starts hanging on the fridge door while you look for Mac&Cheese.

Depending on the quantity of consumption, it will take about a day in order to look at daylight, smell bacon or open your mouth without desiring to use your teeth to scrape off your tongue.  Good Luck with coming down.

I know it is late, but Happy New Year.   

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I am not drunk now !!!!!

Yup, it is all about attitude.  To ALL the goons out there who have piggybacked on my site, I have found you batch of parasites and I am leading you to an asteroid better to your carnivorous  choosing. Actually, like the parasites found Jean Luc’s StarShip, I have set your asses free to find another host.  If you want to use my site for drugs and sex, I am not a supplier.  So Get This, BrainTurds, you are SPAM.  I do not know enough about compromising a system of leaching on well enough to be polite,  so find your own pimp corner, do not use mine to traffic your LameBrains.  Yes, I did leave my site wide open due to ignorance, but I am not ignorant any more.  Word Press will hear about this method of trafficking on innocent ignorant old ladies of distinction and class.  So from now on, if you do not ask me to register, you ain’t gonna get it::::::::::::::Get It !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  to hell with free press depending the goodness of humanity.  It does not happen, does it,  you guys are not RIGHT !!!!  Ready–Aim—Fire—–History !!!!!  I was not raised in TEXAS for nothing.  YeHaw

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