Put the blame on Mame......

“Some people claim there’s a woman to blame, but I know, it’s my own damn fault.....”

Talkin’ about the blame game, y’know.....so many of us learn early in life to point the finger at someone else whenever we’ve done something wrong and are apt to get punished in some way....most of us, I gotta believe, grow past that stage and learn to accept responsibility for our own actions....part of the time anyway....
Of course, if you’re successful at putting the blame on someone else, well that’s a horse of another color, ain’t it? And the flip side of blaming your screwups on someone else is to be able to take credit for someone else’s work....And if you’re really, really good at both those things, you’re prob’ly headed for a successful career in politics.....
“Things that you’re liable to read in the bible ain’t necessarily so......”
We tend to thing that politics is something that only people who identify themselves as politicians do....T’ain’t so....everyone plays politics almost from day one, starting with family, progressing in kiddiegarten, grade school ‘n beyond....the better you are at politics, the smoother your life progresses....or so it seems...people who are isolated at an early age, for whatever reason, are severely handicapped by not knowing how to play ‘the game’... T’would be nice, I suppose, to have a natural talent for politics but I expect it’s much like every other endeavor in the world.....the ones with natural talent get the acclaim, (fame, fortune, etc) while the rest of us get what we’re willing to work for on the unproven assumption that sweat makes up for talent.....
“the rich get rich ‘n the poor get poorer...in the meantime, inbetweentime.....ain’t we got fun?.......”
Life is full of unrealized ambitions ‘n that’s most likely a good thing.....can’t y’ just see a world full of middle-aged cowboys.....I can’t even imagine what little girls wanted to grow up and be but there are generations of little boys that wanna be cowboys....or Indians or firemen....not too many of us wanted to grow up to become salesmen or carpet cleaners or bug inspectors or whatever......
‘Course, the world don’t need a ‘hull lotta cowboys ‘n it didn’t pay real well anyhow ‘n in the real world, y’just gotta have money.....a little bit of money anyway...enuff to pay the rent, put food on the table....heck, enuff to buy the table....
As we age, unrealized ambitions fall by the wayside ‘n if you could look back ‘n see them, they’d prob’ly look like the trail left by the wagon trains when they came west, leaving the landscape dotted with all the posessions they merely tho’t they’d need in the life ahead......Life does have a way of sorting out our priorities for us.....
“ain’t got no place to stay but any old place will be okay.”
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