Of course I gotta post this today.
I'm looking out the sliding patio door as a fresh cup of coffee brews in my Keurig. The cushions on the patio furniture are soaked from the heavy overnight thunderstorm. The sky remains shrouded in various shades of gray.
I hear the coffee maker sputter and spit the last of the coffee into my insulated Yeti as I watch the tree tops buck and sway in the wind. It's going to rain some more.
I sniffle a yawn. For the fifth day in a row I'm up by four. I'm tired. Afternoons have been tough as the numbers on spreadsheets blur and letters on emails dance before my drooping eyelids. I don't know what is going on. Life, I suppose.
I slap the lid on my coffee and trudge up the stairs to my office. The creak of the stairs is the only sound in the house. The wife's gentle snores are too faint to hear through the closed bedroom door.
I plop into my recliner and stare at my desk with the two big computer monitors a few feet away. It is almost time to log on. Sigh. I've been working since I was thirteen. Fifty-one years, no wonder I lack the enthusiasm I once had. I like my job. I'm good at it. Somedays it's hard to get going, especially when I'm tired before I start.
So it goes. No one came here to read my complaints. That said, I have no idea why you thirteen stalwarts come here at all.
Have a great Friday.
Listen to the guitar styling of Eddie Van Halen.
Reportedly, after he went to the studio and recorded his solo, Van Halen rearranged the song adding more guitar than was asked of him, Eddie handed the tape to Jackson and said "Here, I fixed your song."
After listening, Michael left the changes.
Damn, it looked like we were about to achieve world peace e through dance, then Michael got all distracted by monkeys and little kids and weird stuff.
Today is my little girl's birthday. OK, she is not a little girl, but a fine woman and a terrific mother in her own right.
She is still the first baby I ever held in my arms, and a joy.
Happy birthday!
We all know what today represents. Given your current age 9/11 may have a greater or lesser impact on your memory and psyche. I do know this, the attempt to rephrase the deadly terrorists attacks sickens me. 9/11 isn't a reflection of Islamaphobia.
No Muslems were rounded up and put into concentration camps. No Muslims were murdered in the streets. Very little, if any, violence was visited upon Muslim citizens. These are facts.
It is also an undeniable fact that fanatic Muslims are responsible for the deaths of over three thousand Americans and countless since from the debris and fallout of the Twin Towers. Of course not every Muslim is responsible. That said, I can never forgive the Muslims of the Middle East, particularly Gaza, who cheered and celebrated the death of Americans.
And any person who supports the evil brand of terrorist and hateful Islam as practiced in Gaza is a piece of shit human being and gets naught but scorn from me. If you support Hamas then you are dead to me. Those same people who cheered the death of innocent Americans also slaughtered innocent men, women, and children on October seventh. This is evil. This is the same Islam that perpetrated 9/11. This is the same Islam that wants to change America to follow Sharia Law.
If you vote for these people you are a fool. You are ignorant, and you deserve every evil thing that will happen to you. Read the Koran. You either get with the program, accept slavery, or die. Period.
If this is Islamaphobic, so be it.
I remember the shock and sorrow of this date. I, for one, will not tolerate a repetion of this history. I will never forget and I will never forgive.
Clancy defense attorney Kevin Reddington blasted the hold-out juror in a press conference following Friday’s mistrial. He then insulted the children's memories by calling the accused killer a “fantastic, wonderful individual," “so brave, so awesome,” and a "poor thing.”
Do these people have no shame or sense of decency.
She strangled her children. There is no excuse. No defense.
From a comment on my post regarding government spending:
But you go ahead, stay on your liberal plantation
That may be the dumbest comment I have ever received. A smaller, more fiscally conservative government is the antithesis of liberal. This person obviously hasn't read this blog for long.
Criticism of the president in no way makes me a die-hard Democrat.
Someone who automatically jumps in lockstep on every issue , no matter the political party, is not only an ideologue, but certainly lacks the ability to think critically.
It it is people like this commentator that allowed the worse mass murders of the Twentieth Century to happen.
Grow up.
It's hot. It is not because of el Nina or el Nino. The warm weather is not from cow farts nor Yeti belches deep in the Himalayas. Quetzalcoatl is not exacting revenge for Cortes. It is not a divine wind sent from the ghost of King Kamehameha.
It is hot because it is summer. No more, no less.
If you need to place blame, look no further than that big firey ball in the sky called the sun.