Archive for February, 2010

Now, I’m offended!

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

A writer to the “letter to the editor,” was offended by a story written by Susan Thacker ( Tribune Journalist). Now, from what I can tell, she was exercising American right to free speech and doing her job as a correspondent. Beautiful thing about America is the right to get some of the story wrong or get all of it wrong or get some of it right or none of it right and not be arrested.

She wrote her story and the group took offense and wrote a letter to the editor. They claimed she had no right to label a local, right-wing fringe group a “Right-wing fringe group!” Lord forbid! “Right fringe group! How dare she!” Right-wing would have been offensive enough, but the word “Fringe” got in there somehow. No one wants to be the “fringe” of anything! How offensive! They wrote to the Tribune demanding an apology!

They claim to be a loosely bound group of citizens, who believe in a core set of values and principles. They believe America is good! They work to be honest every day. They believe that families are sacred. They believe in life, liberty and happiness. They believe that no one is above the law. They believe that elected representatives should listen to their beck and call. They believe in personal responsibility, thrift, humility, hope, reverence, charity, sincerity, humility, hope, moderation, courage and gratitude and they also claim to believe in free speech! Wow! That sounds just like me… Well… Sort of… I don’t go to church all that often, but I do believe in God, if that helps!

Well, I was offended that I wasn’t included as a proud American citizen. I don’t really believe in the 9/12 group, because they claim to be the day after 9/11. That means they believe in the past. “The finished and gone.” I believe in today , because the “America” I grew up in, has always looked forward… And so, now I demand my apology!

Here’s how the situation stands; the 9/12 group demands an apology from Susan Thacker for exercising her right as a journalist and citizen of this free, strong, wonderful country. And now, I demand an apology from the 9/12 group for exercising their right to free speech by writing a Letter to the Editor, thus offending me.

I’m sure, by now, I have offended someone by my letter to the editor, and I’m sure they’ll write in demanding an apology from me and this whole thing will just go on and on as things like this have a habit of doing. It’ll be just like in church when the priest instructs everyone to say “Hi” to the person on the right (or left) I don’t want to offend anyone here. There will be this wave of “Hi’s and hugs” rippling across the sanctuary… then eventually it all dies down.

Look! Just like when good Ole Rodney King said, “Why can’t we all just get along!” Why don’t we just do what he says and get along. If it makes the 9/12 folks feel any better, they can write in a letter to the paper and call me a “Right Wing Fringe Individual” and I promise to take it like a man. Believe me (and I’m sure many a folk in this town has thought of me in worse terms) I’m glad to be included in the “Fringe of anything,” because being “the fringe” is better than being completely ignored or worse, given the “Silent treatment!”

Work out

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

I just recovered from a three day workout at Diane’s Diner. I worked on Sat, Sunday and Monday… “Boo Hoo!” I can hear you now! Well if you think you could do that job the way I do that job, you should come down for a week and I’ll let you try it.

It seem like when ever I go to the Diner for some reason when I’m off work… the dish washer is sitting down out front. Well… Its my own fault. I have no one to blame, but myself, but I’m up going all the time. When I don’t have dishes to wash, I’m mopping the floor or busing tables or dumping the garbage or something. That’s why I get so damned tired.

I go home all worn out and then last monday I had to go to my aerobic excercise class and the wore me out even more.

Today, I go in at 10:00. I’m rested and ready to go, but I have aerobic’s again this evening and I’m gonna get beat up again. …. Oh did I tell you that I plan on living to ninety-plus without medication of any sorts.

Do you know what I did?

Monday, February 1st, 2010

I was so upset with the lack of proper civility in the congrational chamber when the president gave his “State of the Union” speech that I thought the “State of the Union” was in such a poor state being run by a group of adolesent adults (I’m not even sure I should refer to them as adults) that I wrote e-mails to all our state representatives and senators and told them so. I know they won’t reply, but I don’t care any more.

Then there is the matter of Colored pencils. I hadn’t even thought of the possiblilties of colored pencils until my lovely pen pal from Bedford England, Hannah Johnson sent me a nice pack. I always used them like crayons and that wasn’t much fun for a nut like myself. Well… I got to screwing around and I discovered the hidden possiblities in those wonderful things. I guess If you’ve been looking at this blog, you can see the changes. I even went into my bed room and pulled the box out that I had full of marker pens and tossed the whole lot of them into the trash. Colored pencils and sharpie pens rule! Well… I guess fountain pens also rule! Well… I hope some time in the near future…. (Like maybe tomorrow) the members of our congress grow up and start doing the job they have been sent to Washington to do. Please… None of you hold your breath too long!

How many of you….

Monday, February 1st, 2010

How many of you have driven five miles and don’t remember driving five miles, simply because you were thinking or something else more important than concentrating on driving? Well, I have. I do that all the time. Then how many of you been witness to the young couple actually starting on their forty year trip of coming old. They were sitting next to me at a table talking about shacking up and then starting on buying stuff they really didn’t need. (most likely using credit cards) I could see the trap waiting and there was nothing I could do to warn them. Then, how many of you get to go to work at ten A.M. tomorrow and get off at 4 P.M.? I do and I love that. There is no better job than to be a dishwasher.

Feast on these latest drawings.