I'm sitting in a hotel room and have a few minutes to kill before I have to run out and meet some friends for an early dinner, so thought I would do a "quickie" post. I watched this interview the other night, but figured I could find it on the Internet if I wanted to watch it again. I thought President Obama did a good job. He is articulate, intelligent, and forthright. In short, he is all the things...and then some...that George Bush was not.
He is one of the few politicians I can watch and listen to for an extended period of time without making me want to wretch, so that says something in and of itself. Except for the small gaff about the Special Olympics, which the press...in oh so typical fashion...chose to focus on instead of the "heart" of his comments, it was a clean interview.
President Obama has been in office...like what...61 days. G.W. and his cronies and a host of other greedy bastards had 2,920 days to bring the "global" economy to this "pit of despair." We're not going to emerge from this economic meltdown overnight, but emerge from it we shall...that's what we do. But the President and his team are going to probably need a little more that 60 days or so to bring it about. Wonder what the naysayers will "say" then?
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
Politics...Not My Cup Of Tea
I am quite certain that Music Wench will do a much more complete, thorough and entertaining job at analyzing the idiocy that is Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich when her schedule slows down, and she has time to blog again. Until then, I just have to rant a bit. I simply must ask...what was the man thinking? Well, obviously, he wasn't. Evidently, the man has completely lost his mind, in fact.
I mean, nowadays, when a person lives his life in the public eye...as most certainly the governor of a state does...one should be a little more cautious as to the breadth and depth of the corrupt activities in which one engages. That's all I'm sayin'. So, why...WHY...I ask you did this moron believe he could try to SELL Barack Obama's vacated Senate seat to the highest bidder and it NOT garner the attention of...oh, I don't know...the FBI? Idiot.
I guess his wife is just as bad. One article I read depicted her, Illinois First Lady Patricia Blagojevich, as a modern-day Lady Macbeth who plotted against her husband's "perceived" enemies and backed his corrupt schemes. Well, why wouldn't she? After all, he was trying to snag a high paying position for her, too. Don't they sound like a fun couple? Let's invite them over for tea.
And the thing is...he's a Democrat. It just goes to show you that... when it comes to politics... "stupidity" is not "exclusive" to the Republican Party. Nope...idiocy is one quality that is truly bipartisan.
But the icing on the cake came this morning when I found the following headline in a Yahoo News teaser: "Joe The Plumber: Appalled By McCain Bailout Support." Intrigued, I clicked on the link and read the article. Basically, he didn't agree with McCain's reasons for bailing out Wall Street...was angered, in fact. Aw, gee, that honeymoon ended rather quickly, didn't it?
Anyway, I guess their "falling out" occurred near the end of the campaign, so Sam (that's Joe's real name...Sam Wurzelbacher) also hit the campaign trail with Sarah Palin. He had only praise for her, calling Palin the "real deal." He was quoted as saying, "It disgusts me on how often they try to bash her just for her sincerity. She really wants to work for America."
But the surprising thing I learned from this article was that "Joe" has evidently written a book about his experiences stumping around the country with McCain and Palin. Who knew the man could read, let alone write? And it's due out this month. (Gee, do I have time to add it to my list to Santa?) I can hardly wait to see what awe-inspiring, thought provoking...dare I say..."profound" words of wisdom good ol' Joe has to share with the rest of us "common folk."
You know, I have been wondering what sort of material George W. would be looking for when gets around to planning his "Presidential Library." Unfortunately, I think I've found it.
I mean, nowadays, when a person lives his life in the public eye...as most certainly the governor of a state does...one should be a little more cautious as to the breadth and depth of the corrupt activities in which one engages. That's all I'm sayin'. So, why...WHY...I ask you did this moron believe he could try to SELL Barack Obama's vacated Senate seat to the highest bidder and it NOT garner the attention of...oh, I don't know...the FBI? Idiot.
I guess his wife is just as bad. One article I read depicted her, Illinois First Lady Patricia Blagojevich, as a modern-day Lady Macbeth who plotted against her husband's "perceived" enemies and backed his corrupt schemes. Well, why wouldn't she? After all, he was trying to snag a high paying position for her, too. Don't they sound like a fun couple? Let's invite them over for tea.
And the thing is...he's a Democrat. It just goes to show you that... when it comes to politics... "stupidity" is not "exclusive" to the Republican Party. Nope...idiocy is one quality that is truly bipartisan.
But the icing on the cake came this morning when I found the following headline in a Yahoo News teaser: "Joe The Plumber: Appalled By McCain Bailout Support." Intrigued, I clicked on the link and read the article. Basically, he didn't agree with McCain's reasons for bailing out Wall Street...was angered, in fact. Aw, gee, that honeymoon ended rather quickly, didn't it?
Anyway, I guess their "falling out" occurred near the end of the campaign, so Sam (that's Joe's real name...Sam Wurzelbacher) also hit the campaign trail with Sarah Palin. He had only praise for her, calling Palin the "real deal." He was quoted as saying, "It disgusts me on how often they try to bash her just for her sincerity. She really wants to work for America."
But the surprising thing I learned from this article was that "Joe" has evidently written a book about his experiences stumping around the country with McCain and Palin. Who knew the man could read, let alone write? And it's due out this month. (Gee, do I have time to add it to my list to Santa?) I can hardly wait to see what awe-inspiring, thought provoking...dare I say..."profound" words of wisdom good ol' Joe has to share with the rest of us "common folk."
You know, I have been wondering what sort of material George W. would be looking for when gets around to planning his "Presidential Library." Unfortunately, I think I've found it.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
My Dermatologist Is A Republican
Okay, so maybe that is not the “sexiest” of titles, but it was the best I could come up with on this cold, dreary day in Cincinnati, Ohio. This is one of those stories I didn’t take the time to recount when it actually happened, but it has been “nagging” at me, so I’m thinking there’s no time like the present. Besides, once I get this out of the way, I can get back to “playing” with Bobby, so I’ve got some incentive here.
Anyway, back in August, I made a trip to the dermatologist to have a “questionable” mole removed. While I was there, I went ahead and made an appointment to go back to have several more moles, bumps, and skin tags removed from my face, neck, chest and back in mid-October.
At the time of the initial office visit, Dr. Greenwald gave me a prescription for a numbing cream that I was instructed to apply to all the moles I wanted removed one hour before the scheduled appointment. The prescription also included some rather…I thought…peculiar directions. You see, after applying the ointment, I was to wrap the areas in Saran Wrap. Oh, goody. Not only did I have to become a contortionist to spread on this unctuous salve, but then I was expected to wrap myself up like some ginormous mutant deli sandwich and ride through the streets of Cincinnati to boot.
Sigh…I hate my life.
But as luck would have it, Dr. Greenwald graciously informed me that I could come in an hour before the scheduled surgery, bring all the stuff with me, and one of her staff would assist me. So, come the day of the appointment, I gathered up the goo and the wrap and trundled off to the doctor.
True to her word, I sat in the waiting room for no more than five minutes before a very nice woman summoned me back to one of the exam rooms. Her name was Debbie, and she chatted away as she very solicitously applied dollops of the numbing cream to various parts of my body with an extra long Q-tip. Every now and then, she would pause and take a step back and look at me. This maneuver prompted me to comment that she reminded me of an artist admiring her handiwork, and I was like this big ol’ three dimensional canvass.
Talk about your abstract art. Luckily, I won’t be hanging in a gallery near you anytime soon, or like…ever.
After Debbie finished dabbing on the "Spackle," she dutifully applied the Saran Wrap and then left to attend to other patients. So, there I sat, alone in the exam room with only my thoughts to keep me company. It is times such as these that one’s rambling thoughts are given to much speculation. I mean, it is 2008 after all. We’re supposed to be one of the most medically advanced countries in the world, and this is the best we can come up with as a means to deaden the pain of a minor surgical procedure? I’m thinking we can do better.
Anyway, eventually Debbie came back to interrupt my pensive ruminations and escort me to the exam room where the surgery would be performed. By this time, I was growing weary with all the waiting and was ready to get this show on the road, so I was relieved when Dr. Greenwald entered the room a few minutes later.
Just like the last time, she was friendly and chatty. Like I said before, I think she tries to carry on a conversation to keep the patient’s mind off what is being done to them. The last time, she numbed both areas with a needle, but since I had so many “blemishes” to be removed this visit, she opted to go with “ye old” freezing method. She had a canister of liquid nitrogen with which she proceeded to “spray” me.
Forget the canvass I mentioned earlier, now I was feeling rather more like the side of a house being spray painted. And I gotta tell ya…the numbing cream…didn’t numb so much. It did okay, I guess, to the areas where it had been applied. But the “spray” had a tendency to wander beyond the intended area, and it stung like heck...like hundreds of little bee stings nailing you at the same time. About two minutes into this process, I was wishing I had just left well enough alone.
But you know, as "they" say: in for a penny in for a pound. I sucked it up…determined to persevere. About this time, Dr. Greenwald had moved around to my back, and she was working on a rather large mole that would have to be burned off rather than frozen. So, as she sticks me with the needle, she asks me if I had watched the “debate” the previous evening. (She was referring to the final debate between Obama and McCain.)
Now, as I have mentioned before, I hate politics. Let me say that again lest you do not fully comprehend the intensity of my sentiment. I HATE POLITICS! I seldom discuss them with people who share my political beliefs…let alone with virtual strangers. No good can come of it, I tell ya. And I almost never, ever watch debates. I hate those, too.
So, when Dr. Greenwald asked me if I had watched the debate, I told her, “No.” I went on to explain that I hate debates, that I already knew who I was voting for, therefore, I thought I would spare myself the agony of watching. Then, out of the blue, Dr. Greenwald offered this totally unsolicited declaration, “Well, I certainly hope you’re not voting for Obama.”
Awkward silence on my part.
Then Dr. Greenwald added, “I really think he will ruin our country if he’s elected president.”
Okay, this is when a part of me wanted to come back with a well thought out, concise yet totally pertinent and snappy one-liner as to the present state of our country that has been pretty much laid to waist by the present REPUBLICAN administration, but cooler heads prevailed. Instead, I opted to employ a simple stratagem that has served me well my whole life and has gotten me through so many uncomfortable situations…humor.
As the smell of burning flesh…my burning flesh…permeated the exam room, I just chuckled and said, “Hey, you’re the one with the blow torch…I’ll vote for whoever you want me to.”
And that was that…potential ugly situation avoided. Perhaps the next time I have to schedule a visit with the good doctor, she will choose a more "neutral" topic to discuss. You know, something like... religion.
Anyway, back in August, I made a trip to the dermatologist to have a “questionable” mole removed. While I was there, I went ahead and made an appointment to go back to have several more moles, bumps, and skin tags removed from my face, neck, chest and back in mid-October.
At the time of the initial office visit, Dr. Greenwald gave me a prescription for a numbing cream that I was instructed to apply to all the moles I wanted removed one hour before the scheduled appointment. The prescription also included some rather…I thought…peculiar directions. You see, after applying the ointment, I was to wrap the areas in Saran Wrap. Oh, goody. Not only did I have to become a contortionist to spread on this unctuous salve, but then I was expected to wrap myself up like some ginormous mutant deli sandwich and ride through the streets of Cincinnati to boot.
Sigh…I hate my life.
But as luck would have it, Dr. Greenwald graciously informed me that I could come in an hour before the scheduled surgery, bring all the stuff with me, and one of her staff would assist me. So, come the day of the appointment, I gathered up the goo and the wrap and trundled off to the doctor.
True to her word, I sat in the waiting room for no more than five minutes before a very nice woman summoned me back to one of the exam rooms. Her name was Debbie, and she chatted away as she very solicitously applied dollops of the numbing cream to various parts of my body with an extra long Q-tip. Every now and then, she would pause and take a step back and look at me. This maneuver prompted me to comment that she reminded me of an artist admiring her handiwork, and I was like this big ol’ three dimensional canvass.
Talk about your abstract art. Luckily, I won’t be hanging in a gallery near you anytime soon, or like…ever.
After Debbie finished dabbing on the "Spackle," she dutifully applied the Saran Wrap and then left to attend to other patients. So, there I sat, alone in the exam room with only my thoughts to keep me company. It is times such as these that one’s rambling thoughts are given to much speculation. I mean, it is 2008 after all. We’re supposed to be one of the most medically advanced countries in the world, and this is the best we can come up with as a means to deaden the pain of a minor surgical procedure? I’m thinking we can do better.
Anyway, eventually Debbie came back to interrupt my pensive ruminations and escort me to the exam room where the surgery would be performed. By this time, I was growing weary with all the waiting and was ready to get this show on the road, so I was relieved when Dr. Greenwald entered the room a few minutes later.
Just like the last time, she was friendly and chatty. Like I said before, I think she tries to carry on a conversation to keep the patient’s mind off what is being done to them. The last time, she numbed both areas with a needle, but since I had so many “blemishes” to be removed this visit, she opted to go with “ye old” freezing method. She had a canister of liquid nitrogen with which she proceeded to “spray” me.
Forget the canvass I mentioned earlier, now I was feeling rather more like the side of a house being spray painted. And I gotta tell ya…the numbing cream…didn’t numb so much. It did okay, I guess, to the areas where it had been applied. But the “spray” had a tendency to wander beyond the intended area, and it stung like heck...like hundreds of little bee stings nailing you at the same time. About two minutes into this process, I was wishing I had just left well enough alone.
But you know, as "they" say: in for a penny in for a pound. I sucked it up…determined to persevere. About this time, Dr. Greenwald had moved around to my back, and she was working on a rather large mole that would have to be burned off rather than frozen. So, as she sticks me with the needle, she asks me if I had watched the “debate” the previous evening. (She was referring to the final debate between Obama and McCain.)
Now, as I have mentioned before, I hate politics. Let me say that again lest you do not fully comprehend the intensity of my sentiment. I HATE POLITICS! I seldom discuss them with people who share my political beliefs…let alone with virtual strangers. No good can come of it, I tell ya. And I almost never, ever watch debates. I hate those, too.
So, when Dr. Greenwald asked me if I had watched the debate, I told her, “No.” I went on to explain that I hate debates, that I already knew who I was voting for, therefore, I thought I would spare myself the agony of watching. Then, out of the blue, Dr. Greenwald offered this totally unsolicited declaration, “Well, I certainly hope you’re not voting for Obama.”
Awkward silence on my part.
Then Dr. Greenwald added, “I really think he will ruin our country if he’s elected president.”
Okay, this is when a part of me wanted to come back with a well thought out, concise yet totally pertinent and snappy one-liner as to the present state of our country that has been pretty much laid to waist by the present REPUBLICAN administration, but cooler heads prevailed. Instead, I opted to employ a simple stratagem that has served me well my whole life and has gotten me through so many uncomfortable situations…humor.
As the smell of burning flesh…my burning flesh…permeated the exam room, I just chuckled and said, “Hey, you’re the one with the blow torch…I’ll vote for whoever you want me to.”
And that was that…potential ugly situation avoided. Perhaps the next time I have to schedule a visit with the good doctor, she will choose a more "neutral" topic to discuss. You know, something like... religion.
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