Sarah Palin...the Last Word

Ok. Here's my last word on Sarah Palin...which of course, I deem a quitter due

to leaving her post as governor.

First,

here's why men liked her so much:

In a nutshell, they just want to fuck her...as I've mentioned before, she's the perfect MILF.

But, the real Sarah Palin: Reminds me of Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter V because that is exactly the kind of person she is.

Been a long, long, long time...

I know, for the two people who may actually read this thing, it's been a loooooong time since I posted anything. Even though I was supposed to post something about not seeing Pete in the Searcher's Vault when I was in NJ...and make some funny post about him being old or some such thing....

But I've been extremely busy at work on a new project...a rather large project...and for those who don't work in the real world of corporate America, well, let's just say, a successful project will mean a few feathers in this boy's cap....

Like I give a shit but, hey, whatever makes me more money down the line...am just glad to be working on something I enjoy.

Also, read Malcolm Gladwell's Outliers...his latest...I love all his books and I HIGHLY suggest to anyone--read his books, you will change your view on the world.

I haven't Facebooked much and although I've signed up on Twitter, I still don't see any point to that stuff....udder than that...I know I've got at least one more post in me....

Aspiration...or how I Failed

Conor, my 10 yr old son has declared his future employment...he says he's going to be...the next Billy Mays....

Flower

Swearing

The first thing I'm going to do when I get off the plane in NJ is scream, "Fuck!". Why? Because the thing I miss the most is swearing. It's bad enough you can't swear around the damn kids but people down here in the South are so goddamn polite, if you say "shit" or something they look at you like you're going to fuckin' hell. I mean jesus christ, give me a fuckin' break. It's bad enough I have to deal with the no good son of a bitchin' smug bastard neighbor and his stupid shit, but god forbid I swear at him or something. Then I'm the asshole or something. Hell, I'm just using language, while he's being a complete dick. Fuck'm.

Ah, but back home, every fuckin' other fuckin' word is fuck this and fuck that and I'll feel at home again.......

Beer

As I've mentioned before, I'm more or less a "live and let live" kind of person and only have a tendency towards snobbishness when it comes to: books and beer--don't know enough about wine to consider myself a snob there.

Anyway, I spent the weekend working one of the beer stands at downtown Fort Worth's Art Festival. The event is typically sponsored by Coors beer distribution. The main stage area beer stand sells the normal choices that every other stand has: Coors, Coors Lite, Killian's Red, Mike's Hard Lemonade. But it also sells specialty beers such as Blue Moon, Tecate and others. Then there is one stand that carries Miller Lite--the only stand in the event that does so.

This year I worked the "Miller" stand on the second day. We don't advertise at this booth that there is Miller--we just tell people or they come, sent from other stands looking for Miller specifically.

Now, I don't care for any Coors product, nor Miller products, nor Budweiser products--we did get many queries for Bud as well--I've never understood how anyone can actually stomach Bud--it is THE worst tasting beer I've ever had. At least with Coors, if it's cold enough, you can tolerate it.

Anyway, (here's my snobbishness), I just don't understand America's love affair with crappy beer? Especially when you look at beer history in America before Prohibition. There where many beers and breweries.

But, it was deeply disturbing to hear people be offended at being offered Miller over Coors and vice versa--I mean, a shit sandwich is a shit sandwich--arguing one tastes better because it's on rye bread instead of wheat makes no damn sense. Thank god for the late 80s and 90s when micro-brews where introduced and now the rest of us don't have to suffer having to choose from imports or crap. Now, we can patriotically hold our heads high and drink great American beer.

Ah, if only our international affairs was as good as our micro brews....

Never....ever....judge a book by its you know what....

You've all probably seen this by now, but it is worth posting anyway...as my old friend Lou pointed out....never judge a book....

The Rich Are Scared...

...or something. I've been meaning to post about this, but, as usual, Jon Stewart sums it up much better than I. And while he takes the "loser" angle, I personally think it a propaganda campaign because the rich don't want to be taxed.

It reminds me of Jack London's Iron Heel. But I must say, I can't recall so much fear coming from this sector in a very, very long time. And the right wing is hitting hard using terms like "tyranny".

It is laughable, as Stewart shows it to be. But don't underestimate an oligarchy.

Dysfunctional Families

You know what (I MUST be in a bitchy mood today)--I'm tired of that phrase. What the fuck IS a "functional" family?

Outside of complete disasters of families, those who abuse each other and their kids, aren't the rest of us in the same damn boat--trying to figure it all out, adhering to the "norms" of our current society, trying to raise the kids the way we think they should be (or I should say, as our current society thinks we should)?

Note: I say current because if you do a little research, the way we raise kids today is NOT the way kids have been raised in earlier years--even 40 yrs ago....

Yes, there are certainly better "adjusted" families or perhaps we should say "happier" families? I'm not sure. But I can guarantee this...we don't take into account our genetic makeup enough so we all go around wondering why we are screwed up or why "so and so" screwed us up (usually our parents--well, your kids are going to say the same damn thing as you are about yours).

In the end, we all try to do the best we can. Will we fail? Hell, yes...but on a personal level don't we fail ourselves most of the time? Isn't that what it means to learn and grow? Besides, the affects of our family home life on us are greatly over exaggerated. The affects of our peers on us growing, well, that is a whole different ball game.

For those who already don't have a positive outlook or attitude (or those for whom it comes easy (probably due to genetics))--it maybe a constant battle but every morning when you wake up, you have a choice; to be happy or not.

And that's all that there is in this life.