"Some gotta win.....

some gotta lose, goodtime Charlie’s got the blues....”

Y’just gotta love politics......’n teevee....they go t'gether like a horse 'n carriage...if we hadn't had pols before teevee...what a tho't? Darn near blasphemous...sort'a like God 'n man...if God hadn't invented man, man would'a invented God...the old chicken'n egg syndrome.....
Still, I love television...can't h elp it, it's the most fascinating thing in the world....Heck, it gives us the world at our fingertips...well, television and the internet.....Y’gotta love a medium that pays people a lot of money to sit around ‘n say things like, “If Sarah Palin is good, she’ll help McCain win but, if she’s bad, she’ll take him down the tubes.”
“Well, no kidding (s##t) Dick Tracy.”
And talking about making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear....
did’ja hear the one about the poor little black boy that grew up t’be God...(oops)...President of the most powerful country in the history of the world....(How egotistical is that).....There have been a lot of countries that have been the most powerful country in the history of the world....just t’ name a few: Mongolia, China, Persia, Greece, Italy, Spain, France, England, Russia....’n so forth ‘n so on, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.....
Talk about being a day late ‘n a dollar short.....I think I’ve always been a lot more out’a step than that...Even those times when I tho’t I was ahead of the curve, I really wasn’t...I don’t think I’m alone in this regard....I think most of us.....most people really, are reactive....that is, we go pretty much about our own business until something happens and then...we react. And the movers ‘n shakers of the world, the elite few, consider the rest of us t’be hicks ‘n rednecks, what the old Romans referred to as ‘The Circus’.....Politics haven’t changed since Roman times, the politicos are still ‘playing to the crowd’....promising bread and circuses to the paying class....Oh yeah, the working class is always the ‘paying’ class....Obama c’n promise to ‘soak the rich to give to the poor’....but it ain’t gonna happen...it never does....because it’s impossible. The wealthy don’t get and stay wealthy by allowing politicians to control the wealth...the wealthy control the politicians and the politicians play the people.....”The world will stay the same, you’ll never change it as long as the stars shine above.....”
On that proverbial other hand that I count on so much, Shakespeare said, “When ignorance is bliss, t’is folly to be wise.”.....If you go thru life believing in politicians, I have invented a perpetual motion machine that will solve all our energy problems...all I need is a few shrewd investors.....

Obamalot......

“In short, there’s simply not a more congenial spot for happily-ever-aftering.......”

Obama’s ‘Land of Oz’.....a fantasy wonderland......carved from whole cloth and offered up to the American public in living color complete with Greek columns and American as apple pie fireworks...I gotta say, I felt like I wuz bein’ run over by the Obama juggernaut.....but, as they used to say about Hollywood...look behind the phony tinsel and glitter to find the real tinsel and glitter.... Barack Obama may be the Jay Gatsby of modern politics, an affirmative action candidate whose lack of experience doesn’t seem to matter to his suppporters.... (he’s black...it’s an historic first)...he’s the ‘candidate of change’ and the electorate seems ready to leap from the frying pan into the fire.
And there ain’t no doubt that Denver wuz a high point in the 18 month campaign to annoint Barack Obama... Invesco stadium wuz packed to the gills with 70 to 80 thousand screaming spectators...could’a been the Super Bowl or sumthin’ minus the jugs of wine ‘n loaves of bread....
But, there wuz one small problem......an insignificant one, according to the Obamians...really no more than a flea bite...that old fart, McCain, named a nobody from nowhere, Alaska, t’be his running mate...
“Birds flyin’ high, you know how I feel....
....it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life.....”
....And this nobody from nowhere stole the show....like oil on troubled water, Sarah Palin calmed the multitude ‘n reversed the tide...the small town beauty queen who grew up to become mayor of Masilla, Alaska (Where?)...
a real-life Northern Exposure where she grew up, a high school beauty queen, a ‘Chris in the morning’ DJ, a commercial fisherman (fisherperson ?) a mother of five whose story sounds like sumthin’ out of Disney.....
The Obama camp immediately jumped on her lack of experience (Is it racist to wonder if that’s a case of the pot calling the kettle black?)....
At any rate, she stole the thunder of the Chosen One and gave a new lease on life to the Republican party...

OBAMA does Denver.....

or, as Erma Bombeck wroter, “ The grass is always greener over the septic tank”

A most amazing thing happened on Obama’s trek to the White House.....in the middle of the hoopla of the Democratic Convention, in a race for the Presidency that the Democrats can’t lose, after an introductory speech by Michelle Obama, before Hillary talks and before Bill talks and before Barack Obama declares himself as the Really Coolest Grand Poobah of the Twenty-first Century, that creaky old man from Arizona pulled ahead in the polls.....go figure.....
Obama supporters complain about McCain’s little digs, calling them ‘dirty’ politics...Criticism of Obama is “just not what we want to hear as Americans.” On that proverbial other hand that I luv to bring up, Obama supporters, the Champions of the Annointed One, seem to have a difficult time coming up with Obama accomplishments.....lessee, he wuz agin the Iraq war when he wuz runnin’ for Illinois State Senator, a fact that he pretty much kept to himself while seeking support to run for the U.S. Senate.....
According to Joe Biden, “That’s not change, that’s more of the same.”
And Joe should know......he’s grown old in the Senate ‘n if mem’ry serves, nothing ever changes there....y’got your liberal left ‘n your conservative right...it’s like watching a tennis game between ladies who lunch....lobbing back ‘n forth t’see who’s gonna pick up the lunch tab....
go figure...
Now I hear that Vladimir Putin (Vlad the impaler, as O’Reilly calls him) is accusing George Bush of engineering the Georgian/Russian conflict solely to help McCain win the election....That’s kind’a Machiavellian for a man that liberal Democrats call the dumbest President this country has ever had.....now ordinary people might think that you can’t have it both ways but that’s no trick atall for a professional politician who’s used to having his cake and eating it too.....
go figure......
Obama’s performance in Denver was absolutely masterful....He didn’t really say anything that He hasn’t said before.....He didn’t walk on water or part the Red Sea but, He did feed the multitude......hook, line, and sinker....
go figure......

When you're smiling......

“If I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth north and south, if I ever lose my mouth, I won’t have to talk no more....”

Can’t even begin to imagine a Smith what can’t talk no more but all my teeth......ah well, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.....
Long before I was diagnosed as a Diabetic, my dentist told me that I ate too much candy.....I denied it, of course, becuz candy is sumthin’ I never did much of at any time in my life....it wuz hard to come by when I wuz a kid, mostly at holidays ‘n such....even Halloween which is a major candy event in t’days world didn’t bring that much in the way of sweets when I wuz a boy....’Course, the fact that there wuz a war goin’ on and sugar wuz rationed might’a had a little t’do with it.....’n we didn’t get a lot of soda pop (we just called it pop) when we were kids.....not like t’day....
Come to think on it, World War II wuz pretty healthy diet-wise....shortages on sugar, fats, meats etc, left the at home’s eating a lot of veggies ‘n healthy stuff...ah well, I don’t think the kids of that generation felt abused by the lack of candy....
Anyway, my dentist kept tellin’ me to lay off the sweets, ‘n if he’d only known, he could’a told me that I wuz what they call t’day, pre-diabetic....
All that, coupled with poor dental hygiene (I brushed but didn’t floss) and the tendency in my younger days to hit people in their fists with my mouth led to the loss of several teeth...which, sumwhat inevitably led to the loss of more 'n more teeth over the years and sum pricey dental bills....
which brings me to the latest traumatic event in my life that I’d rather not be confessing to....In three weeks, I’m going to have a b’day....it’s only a week ‘tween my b’day and Kellyes b’day, so we’re planning a celebration t’gether ‘n trying to figure out a restaurant acceptable to ev’ryone.....during that same three weeks, I’m prob’ly gonna trade what's left of my old, high mileage teeth for some brand spankin’ new synthetics.....so it prob’ly won’t matter to me where we eat as I might be having a restricted diet anyway........ah well, with any luck atall, I’ll end up with a nicer smile.....

Where did the tooth fairy go.....

Sleepin’ in......
makes ev’ry day feel like a weekend....at least, for a few moments.....since I find myself currently unemployed having been, what’s the Brit word for it.....made redundant...... I find that I’m staying up later at nite and getting up later in the morn....my two alarum clocks, Rusty & Willie, are adjusting slowly....ev’ry morn they let me sleep a few minutes longer....they’re purty civilized as it applies to dogs....but when they think it’s really time for me to get up and take ‘em out, they let me know in no uncertain terms....to wit: barking whilst jumping back ‘n forth over my supine form and lastly, cold noses in my face pracktically gaurantee that I’ll get up.....
I’ve an app’t this morning to have some dental work done so no swimming....a pot of coffee, a bowl of cheerios and what passes for a morning paper these days......
On my way to the ORAL SURGEON....(God, that’s scary)...
gotta have a tooth ‘n a half removed...t’other half fell prey to a hard peanut...heard a little crack ‘n felt it rollin’ around inside my mouth....I durn near swallowed it..
My dentist with the almost unpronounceable name...I say almost becuz of the way it’s spelled...I myself simply try to recreate the sound his receptionist makes when she answers the phone....anyway, he looks like Christopher Walken ‘n since dentists are scary by profession, he seems to have come right out of central casting....at any rate, he’s a reasonable sort’a guy....
Well, the OS looked like a teenager as did his ass’t...but he did a good job....it didn’t hurt ‘n he didn’t take too long ‘n he didn’t have to patch the hole in the sky ‘cuz it wudn’t there...’n he only took one stitch....could’a been worse....he told me not to swim for a couple days ‘n his ass’t told me not to drive while taking vicodin ‘cuz “it’s against the law.”.....I’ll prob’ly get the V-scrip filled tomorrow ‘cuz it’s nice stuff to have around.....

Ev'ryday miracles......

Y’know, when you stop ‘n think about it, life’s just full of little miracles.....
two little dogs jiggling impatiently beside my bed at 6:30 in the morning while I struggle to wake up.....’n the miracle is that they actually wait until I get ‘em outside t’do their ‘bizness’.....
It’s Monday morning, there’s a cool Delta breeze ‘n the morning paper is on the front porch....it’s on the front porch most mornings ‘n that’s sumthing of a small miracle too....boys (girls too, sumtimes) used t’deliver the paper in the afternoons (remember those canvas bags they used to carry..wudn’t they be great t’carry your groceries in t’day)......’n the miracle then wuz that most people paid their paperboy on time....y’know, my brother, John, still remembers the tip he got from sum temporary customers that turned out t’be bank robbers.....
I wuz readin’ about the Ha-ha-brew the Dems got goin’ in Denver when I lost interest ‘n decided t’check the ‘net nooze’ and found an e-mail from SonDave in Nepal...
don’t hear from SonDave all that often so I call that a small miracle...hope he incl’s a self foto on his blog, hard to imagine him with trim ‘brows.....
I’m a cancer survivor which, for me personally, is not a small miracle ‘n I keep hearing about friends (and friends of friends) that are battling cancer ‘n I find myself praying for people that I don’t know.....it ain’t as hard to talk to people that you don’t know as you might think...(well, y’know, it’s an interior monologue w/out answers)...I tell ‘em stuff like, “Well, my hair came back blond ‘n curly.” And it’s the truth. Sort’a. Hey! You gotta take small miracles the way you see ‘em.....
“Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you ‘n me.”

Rasslin' with God II

What’s God got to do with it?

“Pondering the imponderable is kind’a oxymoronic...”

Humanity’s relationship with God is incomprehensible...
with seemingly no beginning and a great fear of the ending, though no one knows what that ending might be...
We humans get very uncomfortable at not knowing our beginnings.....everything we seem to know here on our Earth has a beginning and an end. Except, not really.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? It’s a great puzzlement for us, and we’ve been seeking the answer since, oh....forever and a day, however long that is....
The depth of our ignorance about the most basic things of our world is mind-boggling; and our vast knowledge, accumulated over centuries, is best described by the old joke.....half-vast.
Recently, it was reported by the national news media that the body of a legendary ‘Bigfoot’ had been found in Georgia by a pair of hunters. It didn’t take very long for it to be exposed as a hoax but, for a few people, for a few moments, primeval hope sprang full-grown to dance around the bonfire of our imaginations.
When I was a boy, some imaginative souls in Merrie Olde England perpetrated a similar hoax by ‘discovering’ the Piltsdown Man. The Piltsdown Man made it into our history books and was taught as fact to a generation before being excised. All despite the fact that the hoax had been exposed within a few weeks.
Orson Welles radio progam, “The War of Worlds” had a believing nation panic stricken for hours and in the sixties, E.T. was admonished to ‘call home’ for months.
Supposedly centuries old pictographs of spaceships and alien figures are paraded before us on a regular basis as some sort of explanation for Stonehenge, etcetera.
All of our civilizations here on Earth have similar stories of a great flood and an ark, and our mythology details similar stories of Atlantis and a fleet of ships saving a civilization from destruction by sailing to distant shores.
It seems that every few generations, humanity faces a cataclysmic event and the phrase, “Now, more than ever, humans need God!”
And, I suppose we do, otherwise we wouldn’t have invented Him. Or Her. Or vice versa. Did God create the chicken to lay the egg?