“When I was a kid, we said that we were precluded from going to certain neighborhoods because of the color of our skin … Now the neighborhoods are the neighborhoods of ideas, you’re not supposed to be there because … of the color of your skin.” ~ Clarence Thomas
While I’ve never left any unpleasant surprises on an airplane, I must admit I don’t feel very sorry for them. Air travel is horrible and the airlines certainly don’t appear to worry too much about making it better. Surely some airlines are better than others - Southwest has always been good to me, and my last four times on Northwest weren’t half-bad either - but overall, flying is much like visiting the dentist - you want it over with as quickly as possible and plenty of Novocaine to deaden the pain.
Now that being said, I hate people who dress like they just got out of bed while flying. Too-short shorts (and on hairy men - gag). Flip-flops. Crocks (again on men - gag). Sweat pants and t-shirts that have one too many stains on them. Sheesh people, have some dignity and class. Wear a nice pair of jeans at least. And a decent shirt that isn’t torn and greasy. And some real shoes.
You look like the “before” pictures on What Not To Wear for heaven’s sake.
And, oh yeah, while I am bitching about things. All you morons with those Bluetooth headphones/microphones shoved into your ear shouting to your boss or mother or wife about all the inanities of your life and forcing the rest of us to first look at you because we think you are talking to us and then, once we realize you are a fricken egotistical, inconsiderate showoff with a glowing silver rod sticking out the side of your head, forcing us to listen to your boring conversation need to TAKE THAT DAMN THING OUT OF YOUR EAR, FIND A NICE QUITE CORNER AND SPEAK IN A NORMAL TONE OF VOICE ON YOUR CELL PHONE!
The question I have is not why the school suspended the kids for not standingduring the Pledge of Allegiance. If they don’t want to stand, fine. Free speech and all that. (Although it is my personal opinion that kids, while in school, should not have the same free speech rights as adults. Unfortunately, the courts have ruled otherwise in this case so what can you do?)
No, the question I have is why the hell did their parents did not raise them to stand during the Pledge of Allegiance. It’s sad that they haven’t taught them to voluntarily show respect for the flag of a nation that secures and protects their right to free speech. Then again, when Barry Obama, the likely Democratic nominee and possible next President of these United States won’t even wear a flag pin why should they?
I had dinner this evening with a very liberal friend who is firmly in the Hillary camp and when I asked who she would vote for should Obama win the nomination she quickly said, “McCain.” When I asked her why, she said, “Obama is just a good speech and nothing more.”
Take that for what it is worth, but one has to wonder how many Hillary supporters feel the same way.
Then you don’t read me very often. This is Danielle Fishel, by the way, formerly Topanga on Boy Meets World, a show I caught now and again just to see her, which considering our age differences should make me feel all creepy, but doesn’t at this point. She is 27 now after all. Okay, it’s still a little creepy, but deal with it.
Hat-tip to Jackie D. at Blowing Smoke who shares my interest, along with the 99% of straight men I might add. The other 1% are in comas.
On the way to work yesterday. Can you tell I am bored and have nothing to post about? Well, I am. Later today I do an overnight trip to a neighboring state to help out on a warrant, but with a little luck I will drive back home tomorrow night. With no luck, Friday morning.
Someone asked if it was pool time yet. Almost. The pool is ready, but the weather isn’t quite there yet which makes the water uncomfortably cold for now. We’re talking major shrinkage, folks, so for the moment all we are doing is looking on and waiting.
Our Beagle, Lucy, is doing well. She’s about as big as she is going to get - which is smaller than I thought - but she is thriving around the house. Unfortunately, she is still very much a puppy and we cannot break her from jumping on people and “nipping” at them, which means just gently gnawing on them, not biting, but still annoying as heck. She did well in her first puppy training class, so now I think we are going to put her in the intermediate class and work on that issue, which, is my fault probably because I love fighting playing rough with her and that only encourages that behavior I imagine.
All our sons are home with college out for the summer. It’s crowded here, and noisy but good.
Did you get your tax rebate? We did. Fifteen-hundred bucks worth. Which we are probably going to save since taxes are sure to go up next year if Obama wins. I figure I will pay at least $3,000 more in taxes next year. And I am not “rich.” But hey, hope and change socialism isn’t cheap I suppose.
Ole Karl Marx said it best when he said, “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.”
Do I sound a bit down? I suppose I am. I hate having to pay for people who won’t take care of themselves.
Oh well, it might not happen.
I have hope, even if I might have less change in my pocket soon.
Well this just sucks, because I so wanted to change the world. And off the top of my head, my changes would have included:
1. No long-haul truckers would ever be allowed on the Interstate. In fact, we would do away with them and go back to rail and only short-haul trucking. Driving would then become pleasurable again, not to mention that we would be less dependent on foreign oil.
2. All attractive women with nice hooters would be required to wear low-cut tops and no-bra.
This reminds me of heading down to the Yazoo Brewery and picking-up a half-gallon growler. And I mean that in a good way. Yeah, yeah, I know one is wine and the other beer, but dreams spring from no one particular alcoholic beverage.
Loving wife and I went to see Leatherheads yesterday. It kinda sucked. Not major suckage, but definitely suckage. It’s an HBO kind of movie.
After the movie we went to Macaroni Grill for dinner. The food was great, but the drinks - margaritas - sucked. We noticed this a few months ago when we went there so it must be a training thing instead of just one bad bartender. Next time we go it will be beer for me and wine for her.
Does that ever happen to you? You know, you go to a place and either the food sucks or the drinks or the service or something and you swear you won’t ever go there again but then time goes by and you end up back there remembering your pledge as you suffer through the same thing again? It happens to me quite a bit. One of the hazards of a poor memory I guess.
Anyway, there was a lot of suckage last night.
The bad kind.
Quit thinking dirty thoughts.
Sheesh.
And when you go out do you worry about violence? I rarely do. Maybe it’s because I am armed most of the time, but our city is pretty peaceful and I just don’t think about it. Well, it seems foreigners think we are peaceful too. America that is. At least more peaceful than Britain, anyway. Makes sense to me, although it may be because of more than our guns; it may be because we are just nicer and not as drunk. Or maybe just nicer drunks.
Oh yes, back to the movies. They previewed the upcoming Sex and the City movie and loving wife wants to go see it. Not with me thank goodness, because I am pretty sure it is going to suck (again there’s that suckage). Full disclosure here and with the risk of casting doubt on my manliness, I have seen every episode of the series. Don’t give me that look, it was like a soap opera - you see one or two and you get hooked. I just think too much time has passed, both in terms of the ages of these women and in terms of the trendiness of their lives, for the movie to be worth a damn. It will be a cliche. Anyway, That’s What She Bloggedtalks about some of her favorite Sex and the City episodes in anticipation of the new movie. I hope she won’t be disappointed.
I know this is jumping from subject to subject, but my sons are done with college for the summer, so this is appropriate. It’s how I remember college anyway.
Late last night. My two flights back from New Jersey were just as uneventful and timely as the ones going up there, so I don’t really have any complaints. Northwest did a good job or I got very lucky. Either way, kudos to them for making the trip as painless as air travel can be. It was a very busy week and I am a little tired from the training, which was mostly field work and just a little class time.
I’m too old for this stuff I think.
I know.
I’ve paid very little attention to current events or politics this past week. It was quite nice, actually, but I do feel like I am very behind on my reading. Hillary won a big primary, pretty much insuring that she will take the fight all the way to the convention.
Good.
I can’t wait to watch the fireworks.
Obama continues his chameleon campaign, changing colors and his website links as fast as people can find the anti-semitism terrorist-supporting messages in them. Will the media ever notice? Probably not.
I did catch something on the news about a food shortage. The media is all over it pushing panic, of course. I don’t believe a word of it. Neither should you.
I guess I am now both a Global Warming Denier and a Global Food-Shortage Denier.
Cool.
Did I mention my nice two and a half hour chat with the 23 year old very cute, very sweet, very classy Southern-belle blonde from Louisiana who was on her way to New York City? No? How silly of me. Well, it’s a long story - too long for here - but let’s just say I had a great time and never once opened my book or turned on my portable DVD player. And just so you know, I gave her several opportunities to ignore me and sleep or read or just look out the window, but she declined and just kept on chatting. No doubt in awe of the awesomeness of me.
My lawn is up to my knees. Almost. And it is raining so I won’t get to mow it until it gets even higher. Sigh. It’s also cold here today. What the hell? And they opened out pool while I was gone, too.
Did any of you watch the John Adams series on HBO? I did. Fantastic film-making. I also picked-up a copy of the book** while sitting around the airport. Check both out.
Okay, well, that’s it for the moment. Things to do.
BTW, this is an old picture but it is what I do when I am in training. Like I said, I am too old for this.
I promised one of my beautiful redhead readers that I would post something nice about redheads, so here goes. Trust me when I say this is very nice indeed.
I found this at at Marie’s place. Check her out if you enjoy vintage postcards.
*** As you can see I found a place to post here before breakfast. So check back now and again.
I’m off on a week-long trip early tomorrow so I don’t know if I will be posting again until maybe Friday. I’m not taking my laptop, but the hotel is sure to have a business center so I might find time to pop in there and post. Don’t hold me to it though as I am told we are going to be pretty busy.
Anyway, check back now and again and don’t forget about me. I would hate to lose all three of my readers.
Until then I leave you with this heartfelt message.
2. And speaking of higher education - - I’m a big zombie fan, but let me tell you, if I found out my sons were wasting their time, and my money, on crap like this while in college, they’d be flipping burgers for a living in a heartbeat.
3. They are calling for a draft. The left that is. Since the beginning of the Iraq War is has always been the Democrats calling for a draft. The military doesn’t want one. Nor does the GOP. Why you ask? Because you can’t have a anti-war movement of any consequence unless you are forcing people to fight it. We aren’t. Our guys and gals want to defend their country, and that pisses off those who want to retreat.
I’m not a very good Catholic. It’s not something I am proud of, but at the same time it’s not something that bothers me very much. I guess that even after all these years I am still trying to figure things out in this regard. I can’t explain it any better than that, so for the moment you are just going to have to be satisfied with that explanation. If you care at all, which you probably don’t.
Anyway, while I am not a very good Catholic, I do appreciate and respect those who are. There are some good “Catholic” blogs out there that I read now and again and when I do I always leave them better educated, more enlightened, and very entertained.
The Anchoress is one of those good Catholic blogs written by someone who is a very good Catholic. She’s also a very good writer. Extraordinarily good, really.
I haven’t been reading her long so I missed this wonderful essay about the funeral of John Paul II when she first posted it, but she is so enlightening as to the Catholic faith and so entertaining in the way she tells it, that I thought I would link to it so you could enjoy it too.
Check it out.
UPDATE:
See, this is the kind of bad Catholic I am. This cracks me up.
