There are days I feel paralyzed. Today is one of those days. I have spent large portions of my life waiting. Waiting for peace, waiting for contentment, waiting for, "ahh, done and done, everything is perfect". It is with a great deal of disappointment that I realize that moment will never come.
"You are so negative", I hear many of you thinking. I don't see it that way. I am a realist. I am tired of expecting contentment only to find hell. I spent my youth waiting to be an adult. It looked so easy. It seemed the perfect age - all grown up. Make your own decisions, get up when you want, go to bed when you want, work where you want, make some money and do what you want when you want. Never happens. The only people who live like that are imaginary. Or retired rock stars.
There is no such thing as living life for yourself. There is no such thing as getting everything you want. There is only working hard to get close. Then waiting for the rug to be yanked out from under you.
We've all had those moments. Life is good and in a flash it is not. That moment that changes your reality. That moment you always measure by. The moment that makes life drag on forever. One hour of hell is fifty time longer than one hour of fun. Why?
Why does horror grind to painful, slow motion agony and joy is over before you know it? Because life is a bitch. That is the best explanation I can figure. Good news is lightning fast and bad news is slow, echoing disbelief that never ends.
My life seems full of those moments. The very happy ones are fuzzy at best. The horrid are etched like leaded crystal. You have cancer. You cannot ever have children. There is no money. I don't want to be married to you anymore. We found his body. There is no cure. It will be a long, painful journey. Make all the decisions, their lives depend on it.
The last few years have been intensely difficult for my family. My parents decline into dementia turned our lives upside down. Mom is all but gone while dad is still there but no one I recognize as my father. I am consumed by guilt over their condition. No reason to feel guilty but it comes with the territory. There is nothing as helpless as the knowledge that your parents are the living dead. The people that raised you are gone yet people with their bodies live on.
There is no escape. Time to take pleasure in the little things, The sun shining through the autumn leaves. A cardinal at the bird feeder. A song in my head that I love. A laugh. Nothing is more hopeful than a laugh.
It's the holiday season. Friends and family gathering to share their happiness and joy. Thanksgiving is also my mother's 85th birthday. While you are with your kids and grand kids I will be watching someone feed my mom and explaining to my dad why I haven't seen him in a while. "Been dismantling your life, dad. Been deciding what's is important enough to keep and what is just trash. Been trying to figure out how to make your money last so you don't have to live in a horrid place. Been praying for mother to die so she will have her dignity back. Been trying to remember what it was like before you became my children and wondering how much longer we will all be in this hell."
Forgive me in advance if I show little sympathy for how difficult and hectic your holidays are. The grand kids were difficult? That's too bad. Mom was a bitch? That sucks for you. Mother-in-law brought that horrible salad? That does just ruin everything.
Enjoy your holidays. Try and capture the moments of joy and hold them close to your heart. Hug your parents a little harder. Appreciate even the moments of difficulty. I wish I had appreciated the joyous moments in my life more. As it is now all I see is the tunnel, the light isn't even shinning yet.
If you have joy to share, please call me. Make me laugh, it is the best gift. If you need to whine, I won't be available this year.
LBB
Friday, November 18, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
PLEASE DO NOT LOOK THE OTHER WAY
The scandal at Penn State did not shock me. It made me sick and appalled me to my core but it did not shock me. How sad is that? I have become so jaded by society as we know it that no level of depravity makes me go, "OH MY GOD", anymore. I just become more disgusted that we live in this world.
The culture of football is all about, "Coach". Coach is God. Coach is more important and pulls more weight that any other human in a players life. They start 'em out young to revere Coach. That is a lot of power over young men and young boys. Much like in the Catholic Church. "Father" is the man in the perish. Father is the representation of God on earth. You do what Father says.
The Boy Scouts of America have had similar issues but not to the degree as the Penn State and Catholic Church scandals because scout leaders aren't presented as some sort of God. They are usually men or women with their own children involved in scouting. This arrangement seems to be healthier than an all men, the leader is God kind of scenario. I would imagine that some where in scouting there is information about being abused and how to get help and now to help someone else.
My fury about Penn State is that someone witnessed an act of forced sodomy. They told the Coach. That kind of thinking is so skewed. First you help the victim, then you hold the son of a bitch perp until the police arrest him. Period. TELL COACH? Why? It shouldn't even be an option.
In the Catholic Church their mission was to cover up the fact that with a certain degree of frequency Priests liked fucking little boys and/or girls. What to do? Call the Monsignor, the Bishop, a Cardinal, the Pope? Cure the Priest at a retreat for Priests who have gone astray and move him around so he can ruin more lives? NO, call the police. They are criminals. God can't fix that.
When I was a young teenager one of my best friends was a great diver. He took lessons in Arlington at the college there. His younger brother, a swimmer, had lessons at the same pool. Their sister and I would go to their practice, she to drive and me to hang out. Their dad always warned us about one of the coaches. "He's a perv. He likes little kids...stay away from him". We did. Several years ago the coach we were warned about was arrested. That gave him decades to abuse kids. Why didn't someone call the police on this person? It was obviously well known they guy was a creep and yet no one considered his future victims.
There seemed to be a culture of, "don't tell, it will ruin the abusers life". This seemed especially true if the pedophile liked boys. Boys don't cry. Boys take it like a man. Boys get over it.
No, they don't. No one gets over being abused. Male, female, young or old. Abuse at the hands of a stranger or some one you trust is damaging in ways that go way beyond the physical pain. The emotional scars rarely heal.
When pedophiles end up in prison rumor has it that they are the target of many rapes. This reality is fodder for comedians. Prison rape isn't funny. Rape isn't funny. Rape isn't sexy. Rape is not about sex. Rape is about power and control. Never is it funny. Much like, "she stabbed him in the eyes 500 times and sliced his penis into 4 equal sections after he raped her", isn't funny.
So, here are a few rules. No human should ever be so revered for anything that their actions are covered up to protect their abuse. Abuse of children should be so vilified that every human would stop some one in the act. If a coach, priest, minister, teacher, any human with power in your child's life wants to spend the night with them the answer is NO. HELL NO. Be a volunteer in your children's activities and get to know and observe the people in their lives.
I recently saw Darrell Hammond of SNL fame in an interview. He was horribly abused by his mother as a child. He has been tormented by demons since his abuse. They removed him from the offices of SNL in a straight jacket. He stopped me with one sentence, "monsters don't have witnesses". These people are clever and so dangerous you have to look for them. They will not often reveal themselves.
We all have to be advocates for the innocent. I am not saying there should be a witch hunt but I am saying don't be fooled. Monsters are so smooth on the outside. They hide their evil so well or are devious enough to surround themselves with people who turn a blind eye. That multiplies the horror of the victims. That is being victimized twice. Can you imagine how trapped you would feel? How worthless you would feel to be abused and ignored?
Children should know the kindness of strangers - not the indifference.
Please don't look the other way,
Lillybell Blues
The culture of football is all about, "Coach". Coach is God. Coach is more important and pulls more weight that any other human in a players life. They start 'em out young to revere Coach. That is a lot of power over young men and young boys. Much like in the Catholic Church. "Father" is the man in the perish. Father is the representation of God on earth. You do what Father says.
The Boy Scouts of America have had similar issues but not to the degree as the Penn State and Catholic Church scandals because scout leaders aren't presented as some sort of God. They are usually men or women with their own children involved in scouting. This arrangement seems to be healthier than an all men, the leader is God kind of scenario. I would imagine that some where in scouting there is information about being abused and how to get help and now to help someone else.
My fury about Penn State is that someone witnessed an act of forced sodomy. They told the Coach. That kind of thinking is so skewed. First you help the victim, then you hold the son of a bitch perp until the police arrest him. Period. TELL COACH? Why? It shouldn't even be an option.
In the Catholic Church their mission was to cover up the fact that with a certain degree of frequency Priests liked fucking little boys and/or girls. What to do? Call the Monsignor, the Bishop, a Cardinal, the Pope? Cure the Priest at a retreat for Priests who have gone astray and move him around so he can ruin more lives? NO, call the police. They are criminals. God can't fix that.
When I was a young teenager one of my best friends was a great diver. He took lessons in Arlington at the college there. His younger brother, a swimmer, had lessons at the same pool. Their sister and I would go to their practice, she to drive and me to hang out. Their dad always warned us about one of the coaches. "He's a perv. He likes little kids...stay away from him". We did. Several years ago the coach we were warned about was arrested. That gave him decades to abuse kids. Why didn't someone call the police on this person? It was obviously well known they guy was a creep and yet no one considered his future victims.
There seemed to be a culture of, "don't tell, it will ruin the abusers life". This seemed especially true if the pedophile liked boys. Boys don't cry. Boys take it like a man. Boys get over it.
No, they don't. No one gets over being abused. Male, female, young or old. Abuse at the hands of a stranger or some one you trust is damaging in ways that go way beyond the physical pain. The emotional scars rarely heal.
When pedophiles end up in prison rumor has it that they are the target of many rapes. This reality is fodder for comedians. Prison rape isn't funny. Rape isn't funny. Rape isn't sexy. Rape is not about sex. Rape is about power and control. Never is it funny. Much like, "she stabbed him in the eyes 500 times and sliced his penis into 4 equal sections after he raped her", isn't funny.
So, here are a few rules. No human should ever be so revered for anything that their actions are covered up to protect their abuse. Abuse of children should be so vilified that every human would stop some one in the act. If a coach, priest, minister, teacher, any human with power in your child's life wants to spend the night with them the answer is NO. HELL NO. Be a volunteer in your children's activities and get to know and observe the people in their lives.
I recently saw Darrell Hammond of SNL fame in an interview. He was horribly abused by his mother as a child. He has been tormented by demons since his abuse. They removed him from the offices of SNL in a straight jacket. He stopped me with one sentence, "monsters don't have witnesses". These people are clever and so dangerous you have to look for them. They will not often reveal themselves.
We all have to be advocates for the innocent. I am not saying there should be a witch hunt but I am saying don't be fooled. Monsters are so smooth on the outside. They hide their evil so well or are devious enough to surround themselves with people who turn a blind eye. That multiplies the horror of the victims. That is being victimized twice. Can you imagine how trapped you would feel? How worthless you would feel to be abused and ignored?
Children should know the kindness of strangers - not the indifference.
Please don't look the other way,
Lillybell Blues
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
IS THIS ALL THERE IS?
The days I spend at my parents house I wonder, "what on earth were they thinking?" Apparently my parents suffered a real fear of running out of paper bags and aluminum pans. The kind that Sara Lee coffee cakes come in. If these two items were of monetary value I would be rich beyond Bill Gate's dreams.
I am the only in-town child of an only child. My mom had no siblings and tons of "family heirlooms". My dad is one of 7 children of parents who had food and dirt. My parents lived in their house from 1963 until the end of 2010. In these decades they inherited my mom's "heirlooms" and my grandfather's Hamilton Beach milkshake maker from Murph's Bar and Grill and an Olympia Beer sign from the same establishment. My mother inherited everything from her parents and many things from both grandparents. YAY.
I have found enough hand stitched linens and quilts to need a cedar lined house. I have ALL the family photos. There are portraits of people I have never seen or met. Some of these photos were damaged in a flood in 1939.
My mother's mink stole makes a total of three furs I will have in my closet that will never be worn. They go with the sable hat that will never be worn.
Mainly though my parents kept odd things. Aside from the paper bags and aluminum pans there are Kleenex in every pocket, every drawer, every purse and at one point covered all the table tops. I found boxes of Kotex pads. My mom is 84. She had a hysterectomy when I was in 9th grade. I found a phone book circa 1963 from Owensboro, Kentucky. The phone book wasn't in the back of a closet but in a drawer with approximately 100 Kleenex, used of course.
My dad's office is a treasure drove of things from his life. Presentations on wing structure and flutter tolerance. Letters from Generals thanking him for his help on certain projects. Confidential photos from the 1960s of missile testing. Information about a MIG that was ferried to an Air Force base in the 1970s by a pilot who wanted to defect. Dad and his team took the plane apart to get secrets. I knew none of this. He was just a man with a slide rule and the ability to fix anything.
My parents apparently belonged to the book of the month club in the 1940s. They have hundreds of books. "Look through those, we found money stashed in my parent's books", is the advice many people have given me. My parents stashed Kleenex, book marks and old letters from people I don't know in their books.
They kept our report cards. Thanks for that. "Acts before thinking" was my biggest challenge. I did, however, "work and play well with others". That's because I wasn't thinking.
My dad kept every tool he ever purchased including ones that are now broken and rusty. He left a hydroponic greenhouse and all the information I need to grow "hot house tomatoes". There's a money maker.
I have found receipts from purchases of clothing in the 1960s. I have found checks noted as "feed for the arc". I have found copies of tax returns addressed to Truman. I found my dad's Navy medical file. He weighed 133 pounds in 1943.
The purpose of this message is: CLEAN OUT YOUR STUFF. Do it now. Don't leave 7,000 microwaveable containers from those frozen dinners. Don't leave every Christmas card you ever received. Don't leave every unfinished project you ever started. You children will thank you. Maybe not thank you but they won't curse you.
Now, what to do with 3,000 bobby pins...
Lillybell Blues
I am the only in-town child of an only child. My mom had no siblings and tons of "family heirlooms". My dad is one of 7 children of parents who had food and dirt. My parents lived in their house from 1963 until the end of 2010. In these decades they inherited my mom's "heirlooms" and my grandfather's Hamilton Beach milkshake maker from Murph's Bar and Grill and an Olympia Beer sign from the same establishment. My mother inherited everything from her parents and many things from both grandparents. YAY.
I have found enough hand stitched linens and quilts to need a cedar lined house. I have ALL the family photos. There are portraits of people I have never seen or met. Some of these photos were damaged in a flood in 1939.
My mother's mink stole makes a total of three furs I will have in my closet that will never be worn. They go with the sable hat that will never be worn.
Mainly though my parents kept odd things. Aside from the paper bags and aluminum pans there are Kleenex in every pocket, every drawer, every purse and at one point covered all the table tops. I found boxes of Kotex pads. My mom is 84. She had a hysterectomy when I was in 9th grade. I found a phone book circa 1963 from Owensboro, Kentucky. The phone book wasn't in the back of a closet but in a drawer with approximately 100 Kleenex, used of course.
My dad's office is a treasure drove of things from his life. Presentations on wing structure and flutter tolerance. Letters from Generals thanking him for his help on certain projects. Confidential photos from the 1960s of missile testing. Information about a MIG that was ferried to an Air Force base in the 1970s by a pilot who wanted to defect. Dad and his team took the plane apart to get secrets. I knew none of this. He was just a man with a slide rule and the ability to fix anything.
My parents apparently belonged to the book of the month club in the 1940s. They have hundreds of books. "Look through those, we found money stashed in my parent's books", is the advice many people have given me. My parents stashed Kleenex, book marks and old letters from people I don't know in their books.
They kept our report cards. Thanks for that. "Acts before thinking" was my biggest challenge. I did, however, "work and play well with others". That's because I wasn't thinking.
My dad kept every tool he ever purchased including ones that are now broken and rusty. He left a hydroponic greenhouse and all the information I need to grow "hot house tomatoes". There's a money maker.
I have found receipts from purchases of clothing in the 1960s. I have found checks noted as "feed for the arc". I have found copies of tax returns addressed to Truman. I found my dad's Navy medical file. He weighed 133 pounds in 1943.
The purpose of this message is: CLEAN OUT YOUR STUFF. Do it now. Don't leave 7,000 microwaveable containers from those frozen dinners. Don't leave every Christmas card you ever received. Don't leave every unfinished project you ever started. You children will thank you. Maybe not thank you but they won't curse you.
Now, what to do with 3,000 bobby pins...
Lillybell Blues
Sunday, November 6, 2011
DEAR HIGHER BEING or ENLIGHTENED INTELLIGENCE
I am a mere mortal confused by life. As I approach the age of 60 at what seems like light speed, I cannot help but wonder....who, who wrote the books of love?
I don't mean romantic love. We all know what that is. It is the hokey pokey of the heart:
You put your best foot forward, you take your best foot out...
I mean who wrote the books of "LOVE YOUR FELLOW MAN?" All these years, more than half a century, I assumed it was You. I am beginning to think it was mere mortals with great ideas and then other mere mortals said, "the hell with that, it's all about me". You know the books I mean, The Torah, The Bible, The Koran. The Kama Sutra, no....that's wrong.
The great books of great religions, the writings of great philosophers and poets, the testimonials from people who lost their beloved child, spouse, sibling, friend, parent; the words always amount to LOVE while you are alive. Don't be petty. Don't be afraid. Just LOVE before it is too late. Be kind. Be thoughtful. Be generous. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Today we are a society full of hate, greed, false prophets and epic propaganda. Love your fellow man? More like shoot to kill your fellow man. Want to help that stranger? Well....could be a scam to get you close enough to rob, rape, beat, kill you. Want to give money to the beggar on the corner? Well...it would tie up traffic, and besides he looks, you know, dirty. If he cleaned up a little and didn't look so crazy I might. Want to support that charity? Might be one of those, "for every dollar given at least 1% actually helps someone" charities.
Don't like that country? They look threatening? Do they have something you might want? Do you not like their religion? Do you find their culture odd? Start a war. Kill as many as you can. Make the world a better place by eliminating what you hate. Or what you don't understand. They are only humans, we got lots of those.
Don't like that political idea? Make sure everyone knows it's not just against what you believe convince people that it is EVIL. Make them want to kill people for your beliefs. Shoot them or humiliate them or give them enough rope to hang themselves. Then mock them. Kick them when they are down. That's humanity.
Don't like THAT segment of the community? Well, hold them back. Give them less. Don't ever provide them with the same quality of services and opportunities that THE OTHER people have. That would be so, ew, fair. Keep them in their place. It's better for everyone that is like me.
HOW DID WE GET HERE? In Washington our very childish Congress recently spent time, money and effort in affirming that since 1956 we have trusted in God. "In God We Trust", is our motto and we will kick your ass to prove it. Just give us the chance to crush you under our feet you dregs of society. You huddled masses, you tired, you poor, you hungry. You make us sick.
So, Higher Being, Enlightened Intelligence, how did we get so stupid? Where exactly did we go wrong? Or is it that mankind is truly evil and You are but a marketing ploy to get people to go along with whatever far left or far right field notion comes along? Not that I dare feel I should tell You what to do, but in Your place I would smite us over and over and over until we got it correct.
We live in a world where people die by the thousands from hunger, lack of water and diseases that are easily cured and where individuals have billions of dollars. People die in war every day and other people profit from those deaths. People kill each other in the streets over territory. People use other people in degrading and horrible ways for fun and profit.
We have taken the Garden of Eden and turned it into a sick, twisted web of deceit and corruption. Yay humans! We have denigrated our fellow man with willfulness and hate. We have clearly drawn lines and no one better cross them or life could be a living hell.
So, who did write the books of LOVE? And why are they so difficult to interpret? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
How hard could it be?
Lillybell Blues
I don't mean romantic love. We all know what that is. It is the hokey pokey of the heart:
You put your best foot forward, you take your best foot out...
I mean who wrote the books of "LOVE YOUR FELLOW MAN?" All these years, more than half a century, I assumed it was You. I am beginning to think it was mere mortals with great ideas and then other mere mortals said, "the hell with that, it's all about me". You know the books I mean, The Torah, The Bible, The Koran. The Kama Sutra, no....that's wrong.
The great books of great religions, the writings of great philosophers and poets, the testimonials from people who lost their beloved child, spouse, sibling, friend, parent; the words always amount to LOVE while you are alive. Don't be petty. Don't be afraid. Just LOVE before it is too late. Be kind. Be thoughtful. Be generous. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Today we are a society full of hate, greed, false prophets and epic propaganda. Love your fellow man? More like shoot to kill your fellow man. Want to help that stranger? Well....could be a scam to get you close enough to rob, rape, beat, kill you. Want to give money to the beggar on the corner? Well...it would tie up traffic, and besides he looks, you know, dirty. If he cleaned up a little and didn't look so crazy I might. Want to support that charity? Might be one of those, "for every dollar given at least 1% actually helps someone" charities.
Don't like that country? They look threatening? Do they have something you might want? Do you not like their religion? Do you find their culture odd? Start a war. Kill as many as you can. Make the world a better place by eliminating what you hate. Or what you don't understand. They are only humans, we got lots of those.
Don't like that political idea? Make sure everyone knows it's not just against what you believe convince people that it is EVIL. Make them want to kill people for your beliefs. Shoot them or humiliate them or give them enough rope to hang themselves. Then mock them. Kick them when they are down. That's humanity.
Don't like THAT segment of the community? Well, hold them back. Give them less. Don't ever provide them with the same quality of services and opportunities that THE OTHER people have. That would be so, ew, fair. Keep them in their place. It's better for everyone that is like me.
HOW DID WE GET HERE? In Washington our very childish Congress recently spent time, money and effort in affirming that since 1956 we have trusted in God. "In God We Trust", is our motto and we will kick your ass to prove it. Just give us the chance to crush you under our feet you dregs of society. You huddled masses, you tired, you poor, you hungry. You make us sick.
So, Higher Being, Enlightened Intelligence, how did we get so stupid? Where exactly did we go wrong? Or is it that mankind is truly evil and You are but a marketing ploy to get people to go along with whatever far left or far right field notion comes along? Not that I dare feel I should tell You what to do, but in Your place I would smite us over and over and over until we got it correct.
We live in a world where people die by the thousands from hunger, lack of water and diseases that are easily cured and where individuals have billions of dollars. People die in war every day and other people profit from those deaths. People kill each other in the streets over territory. People use other people in degrading and horrible ways for fun and profit.
We have taken the Garden of Eden and turned it into a sick, twisted web of deceit and corruption. Yay humans! We have denigrated our fellow man with willfulness and hate. We have clearly drawn lines and no one better cross them or life could be a living hell.
So, who did write the books of LOVE? And why are they so difficult to interpret? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
How hard could it be?
Lillybell Blues
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
IN GOD WE TRUST, THE GOP CANDIDATES NOT SO MUCH
I love a great book. A story so well written that you get absorbed in the lives of the characters. The twists in the plot leave you surprised. A book so wonderful that you don't want to reach, "the end".
Election season is like that only I cannot wait to reach "the end". Candidates are so entertaining and they provide those surprise twists and turns. This season we are limited to just GOP candidates out there shaking hands and kissing babies. They have provided twists and turns but still no real interest. Why? They are poorly drawn characters.
Let's begin with Sarah Palin. She is the smartest non-candidate in history. Not only is she not running, she never intended to run. But she kept everyone guessing to keep her celebrity candle glowing. She loved to rally a crowd with her unique take on American History. She followed the actual candidates around in a huge bus. She usurped their media time with her presence. People just had to know what Sarah was thinkin' and sayin' and feelin' about God and guns and freedom.
She made a fool out of herself with her inability to understand that America wasn't a nation in the 1770s. When Paul Revere made his famous ride it had nothing to do with the second amendment as we had nothing to amend. We were British subjects. But that statement was just a nit. From a nit wit. People sent her PAC lots of money to help her decide to run. She took the money and ran right back to Fox News to comment on how, you betcha, Obama has ruined the nation. She and the family got a nice vacation; Sarah got to be on the TeeVee and no one got pregnant.
Then Michelle Bachmann held the attention of the GOP loyalists. She is pretty and apparently empty. If eyes are the window to the soul, hers is missing. She is married to a man who cures gay people. He's not an M.D. for the gay and lesbian community, he saves them from their homosexuality. Awesome. That's what we need in America. Someone to cure the gays so we don't have anymore severe weather. That's a two for one deal right there. A know nothing president to keep us stagnant and a first husband to control the weather through saving the gays. Only in America. Michelle should take a little break from the campaign trail and study some geography. According to Mrs. Bachmann, Libya is now part of the middle east. All Muslims live in the middle east.
Governor Rick Perry. He is my governor. Not that I voted for him but I stand nearly alone in the Blue part of Texas. There are approximately three democrats left in Texas. Perry wouldn't debate any of them. Now we know why. The man can't string together a sentence that makes sense. He flip-flops on the word flip-flop. He could never sing Margaritaville.
Governor Perry, you remember Howard Dean?
Mitt. Mr. Romney. He is so plastic I worry that he might melt during a long hot summer or a press conference. And, as we all know, he is a member of a cult. That means all you LDS members are cult members too. Thank goodness Mormons don't recognize Baptists. Southern Baptist Conference announced recently that most religions are cults. Not theirs. They are in the business of telling other religions what is wrong with them. How thoughtful.
Herman Cain. Talk about the big oops. The, "I did not have sexual harassment with those women", oops. Yeah, you're done. At least Jimmy Carter had the courage to admit he lusted in his heart. You could at least admit to lusting in your loins.
The rest of the field, Santorum, Gingrich, Huntsman, (the only viable candidate in the bunch), either are too boring or benign to cover. They should each get a book deal and/or public speaking engagements from their time on the campaign trail.
Let's face it, unless there is a miracle, the GOP has no chance of unseating Obama. They can vow to make him a one term president all they want. They can rail at the terrible things he has done to the nation but they have no facts. They have nothing but spewage and swagger.We had enough of that during the Bush administration.
You're welcome,
Lillybell Blues
Election season is like that only I cannot wait to reach "the end". Candidates are so entertaining and they provide those surprise twists and turns. This season we are limited to just GOP candidates out there shaking hands and kissing babies. They have provided twists and turns but still no real interest. Why? They are poorly drawn characters.
Let's begin with Sarah Palin. She is the smartest non-candidate in history. Not only is she not running, she never intended to run. But she kept everyone guessing to keep her celebrity candle glowing. She loved to rally a crowd with her unique take on American History. She followed the actual candidates around in a huge bus. She usurped their media time with her presence. People just had to know what Sarah was thinkin' and sayin' and feelin' about God and guns and freedom.
She made a fool out of herself with her inability to understand that America wasn't a nation in the 1770s. When Paul Revere made his famous ride it had nothing to do with the second amendment as we had nothing to amend. We were British subjects. But that statement was just a nit. From a nit wit. People sent her PAC lots of money to help her decide to run. She took the money and ran right back to Fox News to comment on how, you betcha, Obama has ruined the nation. She and the family got a nice vacation; Sarah got to be on the TeeVee and no one got pregnant.
Then Michelle Bachmann held the attention of the GOP loyalists. She is pretty and apparently empty. If eyes are the window to the soul, hers is missing. She is married to a man who cures gay people. He's not an M.D. for the gay and lesbian community, he saves them from their homosexuality. Awesome. That's what we need in America. Someone to cure the gays so we don't have anymore severe weather. That's a two for one deal right there. A know nothing president to keep us stagnant and a first husband to control the weather through saving the gays. Only in America. Michelle should take a little break from the campaign trail and study some geography. According to Mrs. Bachmann, Libya is now part of the middle east. All Muslims live in the middle east.
Governor Rick Perry. He is my governor. Not that I voted for him but I stand nearly alone in the Blue part of Texas. There are approximately three democrats left in Texas. Perry wouldn't debate any of them. Now we know why. The man can't string together a sentence that makes sense. He flip-flops on the word flip-flop. He could never sing Margaritaville.
Governor Perry, you remember Howard Dean?
Mitt. Mr. Romney. He is so plastic I worry that he might melt during a long hot summer or a press conference. And, as we all know, he is a member of a cult. That means all you LDS members are cult members too. Thank goodness Mormons don't recognize Baptists. Southern Baptist Conference announced recently that most religions are cults. Not theirs. They are in the business of telling other religions what is wrong with them. How thoughtful.
Herman Cain. Talk about the big oops. The, "I did not have sexual harassment with those women", oops. Yeah, you're done. At least Jimmy Carter had the courage to admit he lusted in his heart. You could at least admit to lusting in your loins.
The rest of the field, Santorum, Gingrich, Huntsman, (the only viable candidate in the bunch), either are too boring or benign to cover. They should each get a book deal and/or public speaking engagements from their time on the campaign trail.
Let's face it, unless there is a miracle, the GOP has no chance of unseating Obama. They can vow to make him a one term president all they want. They can rail at the terrible things he has done to the nation but they have no facts. They have nothing but spewage and swagger.We had enough of that during the Bush administration.
You're welcome,
Lillybell Blues
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