Good morning my dear friends. We have a lot of special things going on today, so lets jump in to it. I believe it’s high time we take a hard look at how we vote in this country. After this last election, we are embroiled, yet again, with irregularities, voter fraud, Florida STILL can’t decide who won and recounts are finding SIGNIFICANT differences in what was reported and what the recount is finding. The Electoral College may have had a place in our history, but it certainly doesn’t have a need with today’s technology available. Isn’t the will of the people more indicative from the “popular vote” rather than the electoral college? We also need to come up with some way of insuring that there is one vote for one person, period. I know that we don’t want a national I.D. so what sort of other things could we do to insure that it’s impossible to cheat? Finger prints? National data base, retina scan? I’m SURE there is a way. And we need to find it.
Okay, enough of that for now, let’s laugh for a little bit.
This is a true story. It happened exactly as described.
It was around noon on election day, November 6, 2012. I was sitting in McDonalds. A group of old retired men were enthusiastically talking about the election… saying nothing of note, but with much ignorance and stupidity. I stayed out of it. An employee of McDonalds was clearing a nearby table and quietly said to me, “This has been going on all day… I can’t wait for this election to be over.”
A couple was waiting in line. They were a typical, mid-forties, white, middle class couple. They were listening to the old guys discussing the election and the state of the union in general.
One of the retired guys said something negative about “Obama-Care” and the middle-class white guy in line turned to him suddenly and said, “Oh yeah, well I’ll have you know that if it wasn’t for Obama’s healthcare plan, I wouldn’t have any health insurance right now.”
This silenced the old guys. He continued, appearing to speak to the room in general, “Obama made it possible for me to cut the cost of my insurance by over 80%, so I voted for him again.”
The entire room was silent. Nobody said a word. Before I knew what I was doing, I heard myself addressing him.
“You actually sound like you’re proud of that”, I said.
“You’re damn right I am,” he replied indignantly.
“In other words, you’re proud of the fact that instead of paying for your health insurance yourself, you and Obama have ganged up on ME and have forced me, at the point of a gun, to pay for part of your health insurance. You’re actually PROUD of the fact that you are mooching off of me and all those people working behind the counter in McDonald’s… that you’re part of a gang that is using the power of the government to FORCE us to pay for your healthcare. Instead of feeling ashamed… instead of bowing your head and cowering in front of all the people you are depending on to pay for your healthcare insurance… instead of meekly thanking them for the sacrifices they are being forced to make in order to benefit YOU… instead, you stand there claiming that you’re PROUD! What do you have to be PROUD of? Are you proud of the fact that you’re unable or unwilling to take care of yourself? Are you proud of the fact that you’re stealing part of their wages for your own personal greed? No… shame is what you should feel. Disgrace… embarassment… and gratitude… along with a strong dose of remorse… because YOU can’t or won’t take care of yourself and so you joined a mob of others who can’t or won’t take care of themselves… and together you’ve figured out how to force US to take care of you. Shame on you.”
Nobody said a word. The guy was stunned and his wife stood there mortified. The room was absolutely silent for a moment, then one of the retired guys started clapping… and within a few seconds, he was joined by another… then by someone across the restaurant… and pretty soon it sounded like the entire restaurant was applauding.
I had delivered my little sermon while still seated at my table. I remained seated and looked down at my meal… angry at myself for having lost my temper and butting in rather than minding my own damn business.
Within a minute or so, the room quieted down again and everyone went about their business, pretending nothing had happenned.
Then I heard the guy quietly say to the McDonald’s counter person, “Can I change my order… I’d like that, to-go please.”
What the hell is going on? As you read through this next article, keep in mind that the listing at the bottom includes ALL 50 States!!!
Secession Movement Sweeps All 50 States
I’m really curious to know what all the rest of you think about this. Also, there are several petitions going around that say that anyone who has signed one of the petitions asking to secede should be deported. How does that make you feel? Write to us and let us know. You can make comments to the blog (see the bottom of the issue) or write to us both at email@example.com or to me at firstname.lastname@example.org . Please let us know what you’re thinking.
And even better than all that, it actually comes from the great and all powerful Kim Komando! This is what she has to say about: http://www.jigzone.com/puzzles/
Most fun computer games are action-packed, flashy and challenging. But sometimes, it’s fun to play an old-fashioned game with a new twist.
JigZone is an online jigsaw puzzle site with a new puzzle posted each day. Choose the number of pieces your puzzle will have, and it will time you and compare your time to the national average.
Once you’re done with that one, there are dozens more to choose from. There are several categories including animals, art, sports, nature scenes and travel, just to name a few. You can even add a photo from your personal collection if you become a member of the site!
You can also share completed puzzles with your social networks and embed puzzles in your blog. Or send a puzzle postcard to a friend with your own personal message.
Here’s my new bumper sticker…I put this on the car and the very next day I had a big black X in permanent marker on the front door of my house. Do you think someone noticed something? Should I be worried?
Lethal Leprechaun accidentally overturned his wagonload of corn. The manager of the club nearby heard the noise and yelled over to the green man, “Hey Lethal, don’t worry about that wagon, come in and visit with us. I’ll help you get the wagon up later.”
”That’s mighty nice of you,” Lethal answered, “but I don’t think Impish would like me to.”
”Aww come on, Lethal. We’ve got cold pints and hot girls.” The manager insisted.
”Well, okay,” LL finally agreed, but added, “Impish is really not going to like it.”
After a couple of cold pints and some hot lap dances, Lethal thanked the manager. “I feel a lot better now, but I just know old Impish Dragon is going to be really upset.”
”Don’t be foolish!” the manager said with a smile. “By the way, where is Impish Dragon? It’s not like him to miss a good party.”
”Oh,” said the Leprechaun, “He’s under the wagon.”
I’ve tried, several times in fact, to come up with some light-hearted news events or some other stories that might bring a smile to your faces for this weekend, and you know what?
This is a horrible time in our history right now. The poor people on the east coast will spend weeks, months, possibly years, just trying to return to some sort of normalcy.
Gen Petraeus, the current poster child for scape goats everywhere, is being drug through the mud over an affair when he should be allowed to speak freely over the damn Bengazi bullshit.
Now, on top of all that, 185,000 people across the country are out of work because the Hostess company has been forced to liquidate. I’m not going to get into whether it was the union’s fault or the workers or whoever, but damn it all to hell, we can’t live in a world without Twinkies! We went out at lunch on Friday and grabbed one of the last remaining boxes off the shelves at our local Kroger. Actually, me and a sweet little gray haired old lady both grabbed for it at the same time. All of you know what a chivalrous gentleman I am. I am the epitome of politeness. I helped her back up off the floor when she “accidently” tripped over my tail. (Bitch wasn’t gettin’ MY Twinkies!)
Although we did commemorate them…
I had to do a little bit of photoshopping on the picture in order to hide her tail, wings, and horns. But as Lethal pointed out, even with the red-eye removal tool, her evil red eyes show through if you look close enough. By the way, my little dragonette is the one in the middle. A cheerleader for her elementary school.
Wow! Holy crap and wow! You’ve simply got to read this guys blog. This entry is called: “There I go, offending people again.” http://larrycorreia.wordpress.com/2012/11/11/there-i-go-offending-people-again/ by Larry Correia and he hit the nail on the head dead on! I’m gonna have to check and see if I’ve got any of his books in my library.
Nope, but I guess I’ll put the feelers out and see if I can track some down.