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Weary Wednesday

ordinarily i would have been celebrating just like everyone else. black, white, pink, yellow, red...whatever...a good president is a good president. but this guy SCARES me.

"We cannot continue to rely only on our military in order to achieve the national security objectives that we've set.

We've got to have a civilian national security force that's just as powerful, just as strong, just as well-funded," he said.

If you were in Germany in wwII you would cringe at the statement that a Civilian national security force should match the military in strength and financing.


"spread the wealth" honestly, yeah some of these fat cats are too rich. there is no reason on god's green earth that donald by god trump should have as much money as he does when others need help. not just here in the trailer parks...EVERYWHERE. but...socialism looks good on paper but is a miserable failure in practice. it leads to genocide, unfair government invasion of privacy, and just general public unrest. besides...think of what happens to paulie peanuts when he tries to take some of vinnie no thumbs' money? he gets a nice pair of cement shoes. the fat cats will not humbly sit around and lick their wounds while one man (albeit a powerful man) tries to give their money to some joe blow who is on permanent disability cause he broke his thumb in 1989. that's just greed. it's not a deadly sin for nothing.

government run healthcare...anyone who has sat at huey p. long for twelve hours in the waiting room with chest pains or in my case two hours in fullblown anaphylactic shock complete with airway closure...knows how well government controlled health care works. the government can't even balance its checkbook, how is it going to manage millions and millions of sick americans.

government run anything...sucks. you get what you PAY for.
and when you don't pay anything in...don't expect a miracle out.

i do not like the state of the country. the finger-fucking george w. bush gave the american people is an atrocity. but radical changes don't happen without bloodshed. that is what scares me. not the fact that he is black...i couldn't care less. not the fact that he promises hope and change...it's a great idea. not the fact he whooped mccain so bad he wish he never been whooped before. i knew any repub. was going to have to change water into wine to get into the white house.

it's the promise of radical change and the history behind what comes with it.

plus i don't like the comment he made about "tell me what to do and i will sell it." to george bush about the bailout. there's that evil smile. for one second, the mask came off. it what was behind it..scared me.

can't you even see where i am coming from instead of just calling me a hater?

i hope you're right. i hope Barry proves me wrong. that would be a great day. and on that day i will take my crow with mild taco sauce and a dr. pepper and toast to change.

This video isn't for everybody.

But it's funny on so many levels. The special kid, the yelling dude, the kid at the end.

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The guilty mother

Ok..I admit...I screwed up last night. I got the times mixed up for the various halloween festivals and events that Bret and I had sceduled for the passed week. We ended up showing up just as the festival was closing last night. Standing there while they turn the lights off in the game rooms while your five year old dressed in a Venom costume cries quietly, isn't the best way a mother can spend Halloween. Luckily some nice people offered to share their candy and I couldn't even look them in the eye to thank them cause I was trying not to cry myself.

I hate disappointing my little boy.
I hate it more than this random toothache I've got going on.
I hate it more than the fruit flies that have invaded my kitchen.
I hate it more than when his dad's family has him and I have nothing to do.
I hate it more than the prospect of Obama being my brand spanking new presidon't of the united states in two days.

So I sit here alone, scouring my blog list for something that will make me laugh...and all I feel is guilt. I know I shouldn't beat myself up over it, but he's only little once. And now that his dad and I have parted ways, I only get to see him 26 weeks out of the year. Maybe even less than that now, if I get this job.

What will I do without little greasy handprints on my windows?
What will I do without morning cuddles?
What will I do when the only thing I have to feel guilty about is sleeping in more than I should?

They say it's not so bad, growing old, letting go of the children....but what if I only have one...and he doesn't give me grandbabies?