Ya know, it is evident the American people (including myself) don’t know who in the hell to vote for. Case-in-point, look what we have running for office for the second most coveted, respected and responsible position in our country, motherhood being the highest profession one could hold!
Surely the parties could have picked better choices. Yes, I am riding that horse again! Are Obama, Clinton and McCain the best the county has to offer? Or, are the good leaders afraid to venture into the political arena? What gives? America wake up…and smell the septic tank because it is overflowing into our front yards, and the grass isn’t greener!
If we have this much bickering before these demi-gods (Democrats) get into office, what in the world will it be like when they are sitting in JKF’s chair? If the Repubs get in, (personally, you’re great McCain), but who will actually run the country? Can McCain even use a Blackberry? Please, I am not age discriminating, but seventy-two? Our world spins years away in minutes, due to technology and its hard for the fifty-year olds to keep up the pace of constant change, but a senior citizen? Our world is warping, into what, I don’t know, but youth will need to lead.
And, if these people are already running out of MONEY, how in the hell are they going to budget the finances of our country, when they can’t keep themselves in check? Get a loan from China? Pray tell, how? So, now we have bickering, fighting and can’t balance a freaken check book. Sounds like a bad marriage to me.
Here is the BIGGEST PROBLEM…and no one explains this. Remember, I just said they are over budget in their campaigns? Okay, all these NEW THINGS THEY WANT TO GIVE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE,who is going to pay for this? Where are these billions and billions of dollars going to come from? Is the government going to invest in sub-prime mortgage backed securities? And, where is all this money we plan on handing over to creditworth-less homeowners, who don’t pay their bills, and mind you, some have fallen into a hole and can’t get out, but where is this cash going to come from? A loan from China?
Okay, YOU WORKING, BILL PAYING PEOPLE, GET OUT YOUR CHECKBOOK AND EMPTY YOUR SAVINGS ACCOUNT, BECAUSE THE MONEY HAS TO COME FROM SOMEONE. AND, IT WILL NOT BE BILL, HILLARY, BARRACK, BUSH ,OR JOHN, THEY HAVE TAX LOOP HOLES.
We all want to live in fantasyland, where everything is free, and no one wants for nothing, but life is not paradise. Our government is involved in too much, stretched too thin, and it is going to BE RIPPED APART AT THE SEAMS LIKE A CHEAP SUIT! We will need to borrow money from CHINA…trust me it’s coming!!!!!!!!
All I hear is billions and zillions of dollars, and my little mind, that is use to running my little house, is wondering where is all this dough coming from? Then, I look at my paycheck, and see where it is coming from. It won’t be long and the tax-paying people will be on welfare, then who will pay?
AND, OUR MILITARY DECIDED TO GET THEIR NEW AIRCRAFT FROM EUROPE…NOT FROM AN AMERICAN COMPANY. THAT WAS ON THE NEWS….AND THEN IT VANISHED. Sort of like the time the news reported that the booze companies gave more to the campaigns then the tobacco companies. Anyone ever check out the cost of alcholism versus smoking? If a real indepth study was done, alcholism has more of a cost impact on society than smoking. But, the booze companies contribute more money to government. Back to the original thought…bad enough, we have all these foreign imports (they took our American jobs) with no IMPORT taxes coming into the country and then we contract our American planes to be made in Europe. Such a deal!
I wish I had a button to stop everyone in their tracks, put a pot of coffee on and say, hey look, something has to give here. Can’t you see, we have a bigger problem? Maybe we have too many elected officials. Let’s start laying some of them off. Give them the pink slip (some of them are wearing them) and let them sign up for unemployment benefits. Actyally, that is how it is all going to end up. America is going to be UNEMPLOYED AND owned by China. Then all our kids can be labeled, made in China. Made in America, is history. A sad history.
Hey, I’m an old lady…allow me to ramble! You are in the write spot, Barbara Case Speers
Please wake me up from a dead sleep or turn me over from a dead sleep because this Presidential campaign is getting (is) very boring! Even the politician and prostitute buzz ain’t doing it for me. BORING!
It’s to the point, that we have a family tree website, complete with pictures for Obama, proving (I guess) his heritage and religion. So, if you are Muslim, you can’t run for President? Can only WASP’s run for President? Our country has more issues than whether or not Obama is Muslim, Christian or black. Is Hillary behind this? Bill? The media?
Then, Obama’s Pastor. So, (alert this is an example) if Obama’s Pastor believed in UFO’s and believed he was beamed up, does that mean Obama believes that? I go to church (yes, sometimes, as long as it’s not fat day) and I don’t believe every word the preacher, priest, reverend or pastor says. Hey, its all in interpretation, and trust me, I have studied with the best of them! So, what’s up with this? Is the media going to find the tape to prove that Obama was attending church services when the Pastor pulled the whitey card or said America bites?
Next, Hillary. Tisk Tisk. She has an idiot woman, initials (Geraldine Ferraro) who is still steaming (bitching) about the election a zillion years ago and she pulls the gender card for Hillary. That wasn’t bad enough, she picks another card from the deck with Obama’s face on it. GF, you need to grow up and move on. You are still in the sixties. We have cell phones now.
Yes, you did great things to liberate women. Before women’s lib, women could stay home with the kids and take care of the home. But now, we are expected to work (almost equal pay), and still take care of the kids and home. And, our kids get to come home to an empty house. Nice going women’s lib. (they really did help women…ie Hillary)
Seriously, I was around when women burned their bras, but the bra burning days are over. I didn’t burn the one I wore. I wouldn’t be caught dead without a bra. I burned the extra one I brought. GF, what were you thinking with those remarks? What were you smoking? You blew it, girl!
Okay, again, can we stop pulling out the race and gender cards in this campaign and get on to the real business – OUR NATION UNDER CRISIS?
Is the media making up news, just to have news? How many polls and surveys can they have? In other words, the media is making things bigger than what they are, by using the media magnifying glass, creating a feeding frenzy! RATINGS ARE THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL!
Geezes, I have never heard so much talk about nothing! And, it is nothing. The medias are the terroristss…terrorizing our nation with blah, blah static, all day and every day, and every freaken minute of the day. You see and hear the same five stories over and over and over again and a plethora of people giving their two cents on what happened. Talk radio, is squalk radio!
It’s like watching a car accident, and having ten witnesses, two cops, four psychiatrists, three body men who will tell how to repair the cars, eight insurance agents, a black panel and a white panel discussing who was to blame. Then, talk about if for weeks. And, if that doesn’t distort the news. They all talk about each other.
Bottom line, black, white, woman, man, Muslim, Christian, whatever – what are you going to do for the American people? This campaign is Saturday Night Live, on Thursday, starring Hillary and Obama, and the skits are getting old.
Look…you want votes and support? Stop the finger pointing. Tell your campaign people to shut the hell up and start acting like politicians. No not politicians, they lie, but rather LEADERS! Tell us where you stand and what you are going to do, to turn the tide of our nation. If you don’t, we are going to drown in too much media information!
I am tired of the card, “I’m a woman, blah, blah, blah. Or, the race card; I’m black, half-white, maybe three-quarters black, and quarter white, blah, blah. Real voters don’t care. We want solutions to our problems! We don’t need more problems! America doesn’t want to play cards. We want you to suit up and fight the problems that are taking our country down.
Oh My God….Hannity had McCain on for an hour (snooze) and truthfully, I think McCain is going to vote for Hillary…No, Obama….Hint McCain…you want votes, you need to take a stand!
You are in the write spot….Barbara Case Speers
All women have these…..some more, some less…
March 2, 2008
Today is fat-day and I am glad it is almost over! Every woman has a fat-day, even if they are six feet tall, and weigh one hundred pounds! Fat-day is a god-given right day for women to complain. This is a guilt-free day, when we can eat candy bars, while gulping down a double-chocolate mocha latte. We’re fat anyway, so what the hell! But, our lovers better tell us how thin we are, that is, if they want to survive fat-day.
Who cares what we eat, because we can put on our fat-pants, the stretched-out jeans we save in the bottom draw, prepared for this special day. Underneath our fat-pants, are our skinny pants; the ones we wore in tenth grade. They take the fun out of fat-day. That’s why we hide them.
To continue the fat-day celebration, a half-gallon of ice cream, any flavor will hit the spot, and then top the holiday off with a large pizza with at least three toppings. Did I forget the Big Mac with fries we ate for lunch?
There are some drawbacks for fat-day. Fat-day is not a good shopping day, because everything will end up in the shopping cart, mingled with the Oreo’s and Little Debbies. If our partner wants sex, fat-day is a sex-exempt day. We’re fat, and no hanky-panky from this tanky.
As a woman, we also have the right to have bad-hair day. If one hair is out of place, we are pulling out the barrettes, assorted clips and/or scrunchies to make the hairdo look better. If all else fails, we either put it in a ponytail, hide it under a hat or tell everyone how the hairdresser screwed up. Some take out their scissors, and have at it, making it the worst, bad-hair day. Hence, blaming the hairdresser, also.
And then there is PMS day…get out of my way, because I will run you right over! Now, when PMS day is coupled with fat-day and bad-hair day – wow, were a man’s worst nightmare. You better know the signs, or we will cut off your gentials.
If the military could bottle up fat-day, bad-hair day and PMS day, Iraq would no longer be on the map. If we were President, we would be crying while pushing the button, licking a vanilla custard ice cream cone, surfing the sad movies on TV. I am a Democrat (nah, a big fat lie) and Hillary is exempt from all these “bad” days.
Since I discussed the topic of fat-day…what’s up with dieting? There are so many diets, yet we get fatter and fatter. I am not the thin-est person in the world, but I can not tell you how many times a three-hundred pound woman will tell me how to diet. Okay, you know so much about diets, why are you still ….. hmm – fat? Sorry ladies, you go into extreme detail, and all I can do is wonder why it hasn’t worked for you, considering you’re the expert. We all need my friend’s husband. He helps her and his name is Will Power. Her name is Noel Power. Get it…No will power. Say no will- fast, with a Southern accent, and it’s funny.
And, have you ever noticed in a fat persons refrigerator, politically correct word, weight-challenged individual’s refrigerator, is all fat-free and low calorie food? What would they look like if they ate regular food? Would they be fatter?
Here’s some more food for thought…where does all the weight go, when we lose it? Down the septic tank? Evaporate into thin air? Does that mean the earth found it? And, how much can the earth take, from all the weight we lose? Will the earth, collapse under the pressure? Really, is there a fat surface on the earth? I have heard about the ozone. Is there the fatzone? Does the EPA know about that?
Wrapping up…in a blanket by the fireplace, with an empty bowl of popcorn, I shall put my pen down, and pick up the trash around my chair. With a sigh, I made it, but please, let it not be bad-hair day or the dreaded PMS…tomorrow! I have a job interview, with a man…
