Life is not a bowl of cherries!
Who ever came up with that one did not have their eye on the ball. Life is preferred over non-life. Life is wrought with indecision and spectacle. Life is a b…. but I regress. Life is many things, but hardly a bowl of cherries.
Peachy Keen seems to be the only one of us to have remained active in this world of blog. I fear that my own rambling had become monotonous and introspective. Too much old days, not enough now. Now I notice that it has been more than a month since my last missive. Today I shall ramble on.
Fogged Occurrence has been trying to pick a fight with anyone on Facebook. Nothing devisive, just looking for someone willing to go “OH YEAH?” and take a swing. Most recently naming names and politicizing those who “misinform”. Like there is anyone on either side that is giving out good information. Just today I see where our beloved Richard Shelby has been demonized by the press for holding up federal appointments until he can make sure we are going to get our share of the pork barrel barrel. What’s wrong with that? Surely, no northern democrat can object to holding the congress at bay when you are holding the shotgun. (can anyone say Barney Frank or Ted Kennedy?) My boy, it’s the way things are done around here! Where ya been boy? Calm down. I say, calm down and have another beer! Everyone will go on to something else tomorrow. Be quiet and this will all go away. Someone else will do something dumber tomorrow and no one will ever mention this again. That’s how its done, boy!
I don’t like talking politics. I don’t like politicians. No one seems to have the ability to step out and do what’s right without worrying that they will get beat down by the others because no one else will play fair.
I think I will ramble on later on another subject. This one has me bummed out.
UncleWesty over and out.