Alright just call me a ass. I don’t care . If you say any thing against someone ‘s hero you must be a a ass in this country.
I just read were they are trying to name a Mississippi River bridge after Stan Musial. I have nothing against Stan. If they wanted to name a ball park after him great. A bridge is stupid. Most likely the only thing this guys knows about bridges. They keep you from getting wet.
I live out side of Jackson, MS. They just spent a couple of million dollars to rename the Jackson airport. Wiley Medgar Evers airport. Oh let me back up. They original spent two million to name it Medgar Evers airport. Someone got their feeling hurt because they didn’t place his first name on it so the changed it again. Most people didn’t even know his first name was Wiley.
As for as I know Mr. Evers knew nothing about flying or like me cared nothing about it. He was local civil rights leader. Because of this a few people felt like he should have a airport named after him. Forget anyone connected to flying.
There are several libraries in Jackson. The main one is named after Eudora Welty. A home girl that became world famous. Most of the others are name after civil rights leaders. None of which were great readers or writers as for as I know.
In my opinion we all pay taxes so in all fairness nothing should be named after any body that hasn’t been dead for at least one hundred years. That way the tax payers aren’t paying for someone’s cousin that gave someone some money or helped them out in life.
Like I started, call me a ass. Still that is how I feel.
Before you even try to read this I would like to make one single request.
Forget the fact that you like or hate Obama. Also, please forget what you think of the congress or the supreme court. This would be a hard thing for me to do. Simply, because I think they all should be thrown out on their ear and new people put in their place. I understand this will not happen in my life time.
With this said I will get into the meat of the subject.
The only two insurances that I know at the moment the government has full control over is disability social security and medicare. Even the lateral is often ran through large companies.
Now think about this not from the point of not liking or liking some elected official.
I believe you will agree that both disability and medicaid-medicare are screwed ups. Medicare and medicaid are two huge black holes that pay out millions in fraudulent claims. Have you ever heard one policy holder talk about how great it is.
How about this. A insurance company with a do-nut hole. You are trying to decide where to eat dog food or pay for your deductibles when you run out of insurance for the year. I can’t help but wonder what someone 19 year old on welfare would do if they got shorted their November and December checks.
Now, how many people have you ever known that didn’t have to hire a lawyer to get their disability started. At least 75% win at their first hearing. Another words this company if in the public sector would be known a s a bad pay company and would soon be out of business.
To quote Nancy Pelosi, “”We just have to pass it to read it.”
What if Blue Cross said, You just got to pay the premium a few months before we tell you what is covered.
It shouldn’t be refereed to as Obama Care. It should be called Government Care. A lot of people might take a closer look
I think it is time we call Christmas, Memas. Lets face the truth. When Old Blue Eyes said I want it my way he was ahead of his time.
Today we both want and demand it our way. When growing up, I made a list of what you wanted for Christmas.
Mama smiled, We’ll see what Santa thinks.” When you walked out the room she threw the list in the trash and got you what she could afford.
When you looked under the tree you forgot about what you ask for and was over joyed with what you received. Today people ask for money or cards where they can get what they want. They call ahead and let you know what they expect for Christmas dinner.
Can you imagine telling your grandmother what you would and wouldn’t eat.
Now take it to the next step. In our city the mayor decided to call the Christmas parade a mid-winter parade. One atheist said he refused to watch anything that had Christ in it.
I wrote the mayor and said I did liked the name and that I actually paid taxes. He somehow found out that I was a W.A.S.P. and didn’t take my request seriously. In case you don’t know what a wasp is. White Anglo-Saxon Protestant.
Then there are governors that say I like the name winter tree better so the rest of you can suck a lemon.
The president the congress and the senate all say me, me, me. Screw all of you tax payers. Don’t bother to tell me one side or the other is right. They are wrong and can’t any of them speak a whole sentence without using me or I.
You can’t get rid of your family but I just can’t understand why we keep reelecting these idiots.
If I don’t write again, have a Merry Christmas. Yes I said it and I mean it. If you don’t like it, don’t except it.
One last thing, are any of you allowing your children to set in the Mid Winter Man’s lap. Even sounds freaky doesn’t it.
I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.
Hi Sweetheart,
I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up theHoliday lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink.
Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later.
Love you
gary _____________________________________ Her response -
Hi Honey, Thank you for that heart-felt apology. I don’t often get an apology from you, and I truly appreciate it.I, too, felt bad about the argument and wanted to apologize. I realize that I can sometimes be a little pushy. I will try to respect your feelings from now on.Thank you for taking the time to hang the holiday lights for me. It really means a lot.In the spirit of giving, I washed your truck for you; and now I am off to the mall.
Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.
Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.
I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.
When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.
I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?
I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.
I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.
I am sure some people have died in battle just where we can vote. My hat is off to those people. I have nothing against patriotism.
My granddaddy fought in World War I. My uncle fought in World War II. I was drafted and served between 1969 and 1971. My son-n-law is an Air force guard pilot and has landed in every area of the world that there has been combat for the last six or seven years.
I have yet heard anyone say, “I served my country in order for people to vote.” I think patriotism for the most of us is simply doing what is correct. For me, it was doing what someone else thought was right. I certainly never agreed with the war, still don’t after all these years.
Now, I got that out of my system, I will continue. I have voted every election since turning of age. I have voted with a pencil and a ballot. I have voted on machines where you turned small knobs. I remember voting on a machine once when you were through you pulled a large lever that looked like a slot machine. Like most people I now vote on a computer screen with a Popsicle stick.
Still, throughout all my voting experiences I have only twice voted for someone I thought would do a good job. All the other times I simply voted against someone.
When Ross Perot ran I voted for him because I liked him. I voted for him both times. A wasted vote, you might say. Most likely, still it felt good those two times not to vote for what I considered the least of two evils.
Today I felt these were my choices. Vote for the devil I know or vote for the devil I don’t. It is no one’s business which I voted for.
To me, it would be a slap in the face to all those people who have died that gave me the right to vote. It doesn’t matter that most of them wasn’t even old enough to vote themselves or most likely didn’t care or understood the voting process.
I honor them with my vote because they died doing what they thought was right.
When my children were old enough to vote, I said, ” No votey,no complainy.”
My grandson and I share the same birth month. It is October. Our birthdays are within a couple of weeks of each other. That make me exactly fifty years older than him. He just turned 13. Right, do the math and you see I am 63 and have not updated my profile in a while.
Last night I thought back to when I turned 13. Like the title says 13 sucks.
When I was a kid, this is how life looked to me and most of my friends.
Birth – 5 You are a baby. The world revolves around you. You are happy.
6 – 12 you are a kid and everyday is a new adventure. Some excellent some not so pleasurable. You are happy.
13 you are a blank a negative more about 13 later.
14 When I was 14, you could get your license. A whole new world opened up. You were mobile and could get into all kinds of brand new trouble. You were very happy.
15 you got your first real summer job. It was normally doing something the high-school dropout labor refused to do. However, you had your own money. You were happy.
16 you met the girl of your dreams and fell in love. A month or so later she dumped you and were heart-broken. You day dreamed of killing yourself to get even with her. You could even see your own funeral. There was no hope. You could never forget her.
Two weeks later you met your second true love and forgot the first one’s name. You were happy.
17 you either got serious about school, or you dropped out and joined the service. This was a stupid idea but when you came home on leave, you could take your military ID and buy beer for yourself and your friends. You were happy.
18 you could now legally drink beer. You either started college or you got drafted. If you got drafted you could take your military ID and by hard liquor when on leave for yourself and friends.
If you went to college, you found someone with a fake ID. Either way you were happy.
19 you were standing somewhere. You might be standing in front of a judge deciding were to join the military or go to jail. You might be standing in front a preacher you never met before getting married.
You were doing this for one of the following reasons.
A. You were sure that you were in love.
B. The man standing behind you was going to kill you if you didn’t do right by his daughter.
C. Your girl friend was knocked up.
The one place you weren’t standing was in the room you grew up in. Somewhere between 18 and 19 either you moved out on your own or your daddy changed the locks and didn’t give you a key.
Either way you were happy even if it was for a short time.
Now back to 13. You are too old to get toys for Christmas, and you really don’t appreciate nice clothes.
You are too old to trick or treat, and you are too old to pass out candy. You are too young to roll yards, and you are a year away from driving.
You are old enough to keep the younger kids while your parents go out but too young to stay the weekend by yourself. In short, you are either too old or too young for anything. You are unhappy.
Yahoo was running a clip of a four-year old crying today. It seems as if she was forced to watch one too many presidential commercials and was in some type of emotional break down.
Never let it be said that Yahoo doesn’t keep us up to date with the most important news.
I must say it has been many years since I was four. Still I have known quiet a few over the years. This is the first one I have ever heard of that cried over commercials. I have known some fathers that cursed at commercials and even a mother or two that screamed if a commercial interrupted their day time soap just when things were getting good.
My guess, this child’s mother pinched her and just when she got to crying her daddy took her picture and sent it to Yahoo.
Why would parents do such a thing. Its simple you can make huge bucks from children showing out in public.
Little Honey Boo Boo parents have gotten redneck rich by allowing their child to act like baby monkey.
Perhaps this child’s parent were worrying about how they were going to send her to a high dollar kindergarten. Bam, One pinch, One stupid Yahoo and millions of idiots like me for watching and their problem solved.
