Mato mi Pavo is Spanish for "I killed my turkey" and is slang in the Yucatan for "I give up". With the direction our country it taking and the lack of outrage in all quarters, I needed a place to say I DON'T give up.
Here I will share harebrained opinions from my bald head in an effort to keep said head from bursting due to the pressure. Blogging for me is a skill set under development. I hope to find it therapeutic. I hope you find it thought provoking, interesting and above all entertaining.
I ended up in the middle of the pool and it has taken this long to reach the end. It wasn't too bad until a group of water winged little ones splashed by and the water became mysteriously warmer. Haven't these people heard of pool breaks? If a giant squid showed up it would have a feast!
I am almost caught up with work and promise to be more devoted to my commentary on the many goings on in our world both political and social. Chat at you soon.
Broadway star and impresario George M. Cohan once quipped "I don't care what you say about me, as long as you say something about me, and as long as you spell my name right."
The echos from the fireworks are barely silent and the celebrants are still reeling from the biggest of our nations holidays. Not the Fourth of July and our nation's Independence, I refer to the colossal narcissistic star studded send off of Michael Jackson at LA's Staples Center. The bankrupt state of California is still trying to figure out how to pay for this extravaganza that is estimated to have cost the IOU receiving taxpayers $3.5 million. Perhaps they should send some Federal Stimulus dollars. After all, Michael Jackson, unlike most of the projects receiving these funds, is shovel ready. If you are truly concerned, you can send your money here:
Even the Congress of the United States has taken a break from ruining our financial system to debate a resolution honoring the single gloved one. You might think this misuse of government officials' time and energy would piss me off. Actually, the less time they spend on things like Cap and Trade and the more they consider banning the word Midget from television the better.
Really, look at this chart put together by Senator Kit Bond and tell me, "How complicated can it be?"
As we prepare to celebrate the birth of the United States and 233 years of freedom, innovation and prosperity, it is tempting to use this forum to say, "enjoy it while you can". The impending passing of Henry Waxman's "Cap and Trade" (I am on page 328 of 1428 of this travesty) portends to drastically change virtually every aspect of our economy. This legislation will provide fodder for many backyard BBQs. Unfortunately, I am banned from starting political discussions and have had to search for other conversation starters.
A beautiful target for ridicule is the TSA and their incompetent handling of airport security. Perhaps if they spent more time focusing on securing the airport rather than pretending to be the police officers most of them are longing to be I, and many others, might see them as providing the sheerest layer of protection against possible attack. Case in point is the detention and questioning of a man carrying $4700 in cash. First, there is nothing illegal with carrying that much cash and, second, I doubt a would be bomber would feel the need to engender sympathy from those he is terrorizing by raining cash on those witnessing the explosion from terra fimra. Maybe the cash was to be meant as a lure to bring people under the plane to be squashed under plummeting pieces of airplane fuselage while they stuff their pockets with Benjamins.
The newly elected Congressman from Utah's Third District recently forwarded a bill to ban the use of the full body Xray machines that provide not too subtle views of a passenger's "junk" to anyone viewing the screen. Good for him.
Some passengers seem to be ahead of the curve of increased security violations. A US Airways passenger set the bar rather high by completely stripping mid-flight. I recall a few years ago an attempt to run completely nude flights on the East Coast of the United States. These nudist sortes were destined for nudist resorts in Florida. Mr. Wright, the textile challenged flier, must have been on a connection from one of these. Either that or he was simply tired of emptying his pocekts and removing his shoes.
One final possibility is that Mr. Wright works for Air New Zealand. This carrier is taking their new "we've got nothing to hide" slogan very seriously. I've long wanted to visit the land of Kiwis and Orchs and ads like this only strengthen that desire.
I am a left-handed, right-leaning, foul-mouthed, fair-scented biped living in beautiful Salt Lake City, UT with my lovely wife and a slew of four footed creatures. This blog is my way of sharing all the crap I yell at the TV and radio with anyone who cares to read it.
