Sign in Betty's kitchen "Once I had ten theories on raising children, Now I have ten children and no theories."
The pissed of pampered class of progressive is just as bad as the right wing nuts. They both want to make sure that Obama fails. Then they sit on their oh so self righteous asses and feel smug. They do love smug. And snark.
But little girls, it is so much more dangerous than you think. When I was a kid, some white girl got pregnant and they grabbed the first black boy" they found and tied him to the back of a train and poured gasoline on him. He lit up the sky for miles. When I was a teenager, we had tanks in the streets because cops shot a black soldier for being black. Later riot cops stormed a shop on Sunset Blvd in riot gear (there was no riot) and beat a couple of guys bloody as they dragged them through the streets.
There are plenty of local elections. Mayor, state rep, state senate, US Representative or Governor, Senate. I didn't like Jimmy Carter, but I really hated Reagan (he was the Gov who ordered the riot troops) But you are more like Bush - my way or the highway - with us 'er again us. No room for democracy amid the Progressives. No allowance for differing views amid the Liberals.
Mark my words, when we invade Iran and they dismantle the New Deal and you're panhandling for a living - then will you just stop the damn whining? Life is not fair, you don't get what you deserve, some people have all the luck and the rich just keep getting richer. There is no Utopia. Grow up. You're not standing on principle - you're just a poor loser.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The healing power of Cheesburgers
During the crazy of last month's move - I was madly dashing around packing when I whizzed through the hallway and managed to wrap the plug for the battery around the hinge for the closet door while wrapping the O2 tubing around the axle. I pulled the wiring from the joystick and the chair would not move. Trapped in the chair, unable to breathe, exhausted and scared...
Luckily I had my phone in my pocket. I called my friend David Murphy. He arrived along with a friend my son sent over. They extracted me from the chair and I called the chair fixer people. Before it was over I broke down sobbing "I can't do this!" David jumped up and said, "YOU need a cheeseburger from Dick's Drive In!!"
Anyway - the chair has a new joystick and I have a new appreciation for a great friend. And the healing power of cheeseburgers.
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