...continued from yesterday...Okay, where was I? Oh, I know, I was ranting about all the idiots in the general population, i.e., the American Academy of Pediatrics, who offer ridiculous suggestions about the responsibilities of the public school educators!! As I pointed out yesterday, the pediatricians' organization wishes for schools to not suspend bad-behaving students but calls upon the teachers to maintain classroom-discipline without consequences for bad behavior, teach academics at a level of competency that will meet testing standards and during this joyous (underfunded) journey, teach youngsters 'good manners,' which will qualify as civil behavior!
Across the great State of Illinois, public school districts are held to standards of certification and competency while the State owes these school districts millions of dollars. I have children and grandchildren who teach in public schools from Chicago-to-the Metro-East. Everyone of them and most of their colleagues spend their own monies to subsidize lacking monies for classroom supplies. The State of Illinois squandered two wonderful opportunities to sufficiently fund education dropping the ball through miss-management of toll-way revenues and lottery revenues.
Add to this shameful and disgraceful government the fact that while the Teachers' Retirement Fund has long been one of the most consistent (recipients) of employee contributions they have seen those monies applied to other government projects and now today's teachers must pay a larger percent of salary to the pension fund to support those who are 'in retirement;' won't you follow THAT plan to a logical conclusion!!
Let me offer another take or possibility about our 'civility.' I believe that America has re-defined civility. Rather than give you a definition, I suggest the following: Watch a couple of episodes of the television series, "Cougar Town." Perhaps you will see the episode regarding what name to give a man's penis or as they state, "His Johnson." Perhaps if you view a week's worth of Fox News or MSNBC you can put your mind around our country's 'civil' discourse transformation to our current state of 'haters.' Did you watch the movie industry's Academy Awards; the host, Seth MacFarlane made the following comment, "The only one ever to get into Lincoln's head was John Wilkes Booth." That garbage-statement is not funny and certainly not civil! Oh, you think that I overstate or exaggerate? If that is your take then some entertainer or comedian will get one helluva belly laugh making light of Pearl Harbour or the 911-Attack; just a matter of a tad bit more erosion of the foundation for Better Values.
Come on teachers...Do your job...and while you attempt beware of the uphill battle because parents and government are not doing their jobs!
When I was teenager, my Father placed parameters on 'civility' as I left the house of an evening. He would simply remind me, "Hey boy, don't let your mouth over-load your ass while on the streets and be home before midnight because you don't want me to come looking for you!"
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Some are Clueless!
It was a sixty-second television commercial and actors were performing a skit, which was obviously laced with polite conversational exchanges and elements strongly suggesting good manners. At the conclusion of the bit an acknowledgement came across the T. V. screen: "Civility--Pass it on!" Sponsored by the 'Foundation For Better Values.' I immediately recalled my own youth civility sponsorship for 'better value-manners.' That was my Father who would say such things as, "Hey boy, I'm going to say this just once so pay attention;" or "Boy, straighten up and fly right." Oh, there was that one time, I was sixteen and filled with self-centered importance due to a driver's license and some sport success. I sassed and disrespected my Mother at the supper table, tossed my fork down and left the kitchen. Dad followed me to my bedroom and gave me a backhand across my mouth and told me to go immediately back to the table and apologize to Mom and finish every damn bit of food on the plate." That was one helluva Foundation for Better Values...trouble is we stopped standing and building on that parenting 'foundation!'
Does this societal-parenting scenario sound familiar? A woman gives birth and because of economic woes, she returns to work ASAP...thus the child goes from womb-to-room (Day Care) and potluck nurturing begins. Let's have the teachers give that 'foundation for better values.' Let's put the kid into every activity imaginable and at the end of every season or program we'll give the child a trophy, blow smoke up parent and child's posterior. This will do nothing for the child's foundation values and manners but instead will likely make the youngster think he is special and entitled.
Recently, the American Academy Of Pediatrics released a statement opposing school philosophies of zero-tolerance, which issue suspensions. These medicine-men (women) believe that such suspensions hurt the disruptive non-compliant social misfit. Begging to differ, I contend that the misbehaving student screws up the learning environment for the 'do-right' kid and that's bull crap! You heard me correctly, these well-educated physicians state: "Teachers, along with their responsibility for academic progress are also responsible for teaching children to behave appropriately." The following is a true story, I witnessed it: The East St. Louis high school football coach (1954) said to my Father, "Mr. Roustio, if you convince your boy to spend less time playing basketball and have him come out for my football team, I'll make a man out of him." My Dad looked the coach dead-ass in the eyes and responded, "Let me tell you some thing. You coach your football team and I'll take care of seeing that my boy becomes a man!" Footnote: My Father did not stutter speaking the words! The sixty thousand plus pediatricians who belong to the American Academy for Pediatrics need to pull their heads out of their collective asses and get a clue. Our teachers no longer can use any form of physical punishment, the parents raise hell with local school officials if their kid has too much home work or the coach yells and their kid...and now this organization wishes the teachers to do the parental job of teaching 'civil behavior, good manners and accountability!!
Let me conclude with this opinion. I believe there are many good factors about pre-school and early educational learning opportunities. I believe that school teachers have plenty on their plate meeting academic standards and goals. I believe school teachers are pitifully compensated in America where our government leadership gives 'lip service' to education. I believe that our country-folks have little empathy for supporting education. I surely believe that our nation needs to focus on educating mom and dad because my parents generation is gone and their blueprint for parenting was rejected as my generation attempted to 'pass it on!' TO BE CONTINUED---
Does this societal-parenting scenario sound familiar? A woman gives birth and because of economic woes, she returns to work ASAP...thus the child goes from womb-to-room (Day Care) and potluck nurturing begins. Let's have the teachers give that 'foundation for better values.' Let's put the kid into every activity imaginable and at the end of every season or program we'll give the child a trophy, blow smoke up parent and child's posterior. This will do nothing for the child's foundation values and manners but instead will likely make the youngster think he is special and entitled.
Recently, the American Academy Of Pediatrics released a statement opposing school philosophies of zero-tolerance, which issue suspensions. These medicine-men (women) believe that such suspensions hurt the disruptive non-compliant social misfit. Begging to differ, I contend that the misbehaving student screws up the learning environment for the 'do-right' kid and that's bull crap! You heard me correctly, these well-educated physicians state: "Teachers, along with their responsibility for academic progress are also responsible for teaching children to behave appropriately." The following is a true story, I witnessed it: The East St. Louis high school football coach (1954) said to my Father, "Mr. Roustio, if you convince your boy to spend less time playing basketball and have him come out for my football team, I'll make a man out of him." My Dad looked the coach dead-ass in the eyes and responded, "Let me tell you some thing. You coach your football team and I'll take care of seeing that my boy becomes a man!" Footnote: My Father did not stutter speaking the words! The sixty thousand plus pediatricians who belong to the American Academy for Pediatrics need to pull their heads out of their collective asses and get a clue. Our teachers no longer can use any form of physical punishment, the parents raise hell with local school officials if their kid has too much home work or the coach yells and their kid...and now this organization wishes the teachers to do the parental job of teaching 'civil behavior, good manners and accountability!!
Let me conclude with this opinion. I believe there are many good factors about pre-school and early educational learning opportunities. I believe that school teachers have plenty on their plate meeting academic standards and goals. I believe school teachers are pitifully compensated in America where our government leadership gives 'lip service' to education. I believe that our country-folks have little empathy for supporting education. I surely believe that our nation needs to focus on educating mom and dad because my parents generation is gone and their blueprint for parenting was rejected as my generation attempted to 'pass it on!' TO BE CONTINUED---
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Play Ball !
It happens every spring; pitchers and catchers report to southern training sites and soon after, your favorite Major League Baseball team heads North to begin that annual quest for best. I confess, my first love has always been baseball. Even though I coached basketball for thirty-nine years it is baseball that I find most fascinating with its multi-intricate strategies. The reason for choosing basketball to 'coach' was driven by the higher pay-scale and the fit of my controlling personality to 'mold' players into sharing teammates, which is not a must in the sport of baseball.
There is a grandson from each of our three children's families embracing the baseball sport at various stages. The Howell family (daughter Pam and husband Tim) find their sophomore son Caleb playing right field and leading off for Eastern Illinois University. Connor O'Keefe, Barrington high school freshman, begins official baseball try outs this week, which means daughter Dawn and her husband, Shawn will anxiously await to see if the lefty pitcher makes the team. Finally, the Granite City Roustios, (son Steve and Kathy) engage in that laundry list of activities to raise the incredible amount of monies to support that elite travel baseball team on which, their fourteen year-old son, Jamie will play this spring and summer.
I recall playing my baseball at each of those levels but perhaps with less fan fare and far less financial burden. I note that the off-season preparation for today's baseball hopeful is much more organized and elaborate compared to my personal experience. Although, I did travel to Southern States with my Illinois State University baseball team each spring, I never did prepare all winter long in formal practices because I was also playing basketball. As a youngster, I played youth Little League baseball and high school baseball but I never attended private lessons; not the case with the grandsons. The bulk of my preparation was summer months and endless hours spent playing sandlot baseball or some 'lead-up' game that complimented baseball skill development. Let me explain. If I was not involved in a sandlot baseball game, I was tossing a tennis ball against steps and fielding the rapid ball-return thus developing quick eye-hand coordination. I played endless hours of 'pepper-games. and I was always playing catch with a neighborhood friend, Indian ball with several friends or 'three flies-in' at dusk.
I cannot remember the last time that I drove by an empty sandlot to see boys playing baseball. It seems long ago that I have heard the noise of a wooden bat dropping on a street pavement in our neighborhood. Regardless of the changing preparation methods, I think players today are just as skilled if not more skilled than those of my generation; however, I do have reservations about the modern players' mental toughness and leadership skills; I perceive a 'softness.'
It appears that my wife and I will be heading to the Metro-East area, Chicago and Charleston to see the grandsons on their respective fields' of dreams...hey, great way to spend a summer afternoon; 'Take me out to the ball game!'
There is a grandson from each of our three children's families embracing the baseball sport at various stages. The Howell family (daughter Pam and husband Tim) find their sophomore son Caleb playing right field and leading off for Eastern Illinois University. Connor O'Keefe, Barrington high school freshman, begins official baseball try outs this week, which means daughter Dawn and her husband, Shawn will anxiously await to see if the lefty pitcher makes the team. Finally, the Granite City Roustios, (son Steve and Kathy) engage in that laundry list of activities to raise the incredible amount of monies to support that elite travel baseball team on which, their fourteen year-old son, Jamie will play this spring and summer.
I recall playing my baseball at each of those levels but perhaps with less fan fare and far less financial burden. I note that the off-season preparation for today's baseball hopeful is much more organized and elaborate compared to my personal experience. Although, I did travel to Southern States with my Illinois State University baseball team each spring, I never did prepare all winter long in formal practices because I was also playing basketball. As a youngster, I played youth Little League baseball and high school baseball but I never attended private lessons; not the case with the grandsons. The bulk of my preparation was summer months and endless hours spent playing sandlot baseball or some 'lead-up' game that complimented baseball skill development. Let me explain. If I was not involved in a sandlot baseball game, I was tossing a tennis ball against steps and fielding the rapid ball-return thus developing quick eye-hand coordination. I played endless hours of 'pepper-games. and I was always playing catch with a neighborhood friend, Indian ball with several friends or 'three flies-in' at dusk.
I cannot remember the last time that I drove by an empty sandlot to see boys playing baseball. It seems long ago that I have heard the noise of a wooden bat dropping on a street pavement in our neighborhood. Regardless of the changing preparation methods, I think players today are just as skilled if not more skilled than those of my generation; however, I do have reservations about the modern players' mental toughness and leadership skills; I perceive a 'softness.'
It appears that my wife and I will be heading to the Metro-East area, Chicago and Charleston to see the grandsons on their respective fields' of dreams...hey, great way to spend a summer afternoon; 'Take me out to the ball game!'
Monday, February 25, 2013
Kitchen Smells and other Memories
My Mother was a good cook. I could eat my weight in her roast, carrots, potatoes and gravy. Her Swiss steak with red gravy was outstanding and let me assure you, she could flat-out pie-bake!!
I did not always cheer my Mother's menus, however. When she prepared pigs' feet or liver and onions, I could gag. Later in life, I did develop a taste for the liver dish only to be told by my doctor that liver was not a good healthy choice. It was during those gag meals that I became fascinated with my Father's eating habits. He would gnaw on the limited amount of meat on pigtails / pigs' feet as if it was Memphis-style barbecue baby back ribs. My Father ate any thing and every thing that my Mother put on a plate in front of the man and he appeared to like it all! Never once did I hear my Father complain about a meal. As I observed my Dad's appreciation for any foods, I realized that this was a man who had been hungry a-time-or-two in his life. Perhaps hunger was part of his youth and I am guessing that once or twice in his two-year World War II military stint, my Dad's stomach growled and ached for a home-cooked meal.
Back in our early married years, my wife would occasionally ask if her cooking measured up to Mother's meals. I assured her and others that my wife is an excellent cook, in fact she surpasses Mother with some dishes. However, she never could produce a baked pie like Mother Lucille. When my Mother moved into independent and assisted living quarters for her final nine years, my wife would often take my Mother home-cooked dishes from Decatur-to-Edwardsville; a two-hour trip because she knew how much her mother-in law loved certain meals. Let's be honest, institutional cooking, at best, is institutional cooking.
I must cut this message short. I am headed to the grocery store; my wife wants ingredients to make chicken and 'homemade' dumplings. I have never told my wife that maternal grandmother, Mammy Bennett made the best dumplings and I do not intend to ever broach that subject!
My Father has been gone nearly nineteen years and Mother Lucille passed just two months ago; sure wish I was watching Dad eat a piece of Mom's coconut cream pie...oh, those precious memories, how they linger! I had a personal realization during a conversation last evening with my son. We talked for several minutes and before hanging up, he said, "Dad, I want to ask a serious question, how are you doing since Mamaw's (my Mother's) death?" I spoke honestly saying, "Not good; all those years since my Father's passing, I telephoned my Mother (every day) believing that I was filling a bit of a void for her and making her feel good with conversation. Come to find out, it was I who was the benefactor and I miss those conversations terribly!" At some moment each day, I feel that some thing is left undone; soon I realize why I have that barren emptiness feeling.
I did not always cheer my Mother's menus, however. When she prepared pigs' feet or liver and onions, I could gag. Later in life, I did develop a taste for the liver dish only to be told by my doctor that liver was not a good healthy choice. It was during those gag meals that I became fascinated with my Father's eating habits. He would gnaw on the limited amount of meat on pigtails / pigs' feet as if it was Memphis-style barbecue baby back ribs. My Father ate any thing and every thing that my Mother put on a plate in front of the man and he appeared to like it all! Never once did I hear my Father complain about a meal. As I observed my Dad's appreciation for any foods, I realized that this was a man who had been hungry a-time-or-two in his life. Perhaps hunger was part of his youth and I am guessing that once or twice in his two-year World War II military stint, my Dad's stomach growled and ached for a home-cooked meal.
Back in our early married years, my wife would occasionally ask if her cooking measured up to Mother's meals. I assured her and others that my wife is an excellent cook, in fact she surpasses Mother with some dishes. However, she never could produce a baked pie like Mother Lucille. When my Mother moved into independent and assisted living quarters for her final nine years, my wife would often take my Mother home-cooked dishes from Decatur-to-Edwardsville; a two-hour trip because she knew how much her mother-in law loved certain meals. Let's be honest, institutional cooking, at best, is institutional cooking.
I must cut this message short. I am headed to the grocery store; my wife wants ingredients to make chicken and 'homemade' dumplings. I have never told my wife that maternal grandmother, Mammy Bennett made the best dumplings and I do not intend to ever broach that subject!
My Father has been gone nearly nineteen years and Mother Lucille passed just two months ago; sure wish I was watching Dad eat a piece of Mom's coconut cream pie...oh, those precious memories, how they linger! I had a personal realization during a conversation last evening with my son. We talked for several minutes and before hanging up, he said, "Dad, I want to ask a serious question, how are you doing since Mamaw's (my Mother's) death?" I spoke honestly saying, "Not good; all those years since my Father's passing, I telephoned my Mother (every day) believing that I was filling a bit of a void for her and making her feel good with conversation. Come to find out, it was I who was the benefactor and I miss those conversations terribly!" At some moment each day, I feel that some thing is left undone; soon I realize why I have that barren emptiness feeling.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Some Things You Gotta Buy
Thank goodness my grandparents are not around to see today's prime time television programs! Back in the mid-fifties, we had 'Leave It To Beaver' today, unsolved who's YOUR daddy is the DNA theme for The Maury Povich Show. 'American Bandstand' (1954) gave us a glimpse of teens dancing and strolling to pop songs. In 2013, I see more than a glimpse of half-naked (scantily dressed) gals rub against male partners on 'Dancing with the Stars' with my wife and grandkids in the same room.
I personally laugh my butt off at the sitcom 'Two and a Half Men' but I can't imagine that it airs at the traditional family television viewing time of seven o'clock! Two & a-Half Men themes completely ignore subtleties or innuendos; it is suggestive soft porn. Today's reality T.V. shows confirms the below average brainpower of the American public. What could possibly be further from reality than a Bachelor dating twelve women and dramatically dismissing them one-by-one until he chooses a chick to whom he proposes, on the final episode, in a conveniently allotted length of time, which coincides with a television series season's end. What snappy-neat timing!
Commercials bring both good news/bad news. The good news lies in the fact that within a thirty-minute television program we now have 12 minutes of commercial advertising, which leaves only 18-minutes needed for goofy plotted one-liners filled with canned laughter programming. We are pestered to consume, consume and then consume more. If we acted on even a small percent of the television ad-pitches, we would be a bunch of obese fat asses with drug addictions; whoops!...come to think, we are fast approaching both markers! Most young people would find it difficult to believe that back in day occupations such as medical doctors and attorneys were far too professionally pristine to stoop to the tawdry elements of 'advertising' as a means to stimulate business! I recently had a family doctor tell me that thirty percent of his prescription writing is the result of patients requesting 'some drug' seen on television.
A couple years ago, I heard a sweet voice pitch on television that suggested that I should contact the Heritage Plan to send money and take care of my own funeral plans-costs. I thought at the time, I won't do that!! I may plan for a vacation and I may pay for and pump my own gas but my kids can take care of the internment of my ass!
Lo' and behold!...Last summer, Gerry and I made our final funeral arrangements and paid for the privilege! Cody & Sons Funeral Home (Jacksonville) gets Mel because they promised to make me 'look good for once 'and Williamson-Airsman-Hires Funeral Home is tabbed by Gerry; she said she wishes only to spread the business in Jacksonville. Both of us will be delivered to Sunset Hill Cemetery (Edwardsville, Illinois) and placed in newly constructed outdoor mausoleum; east side; third row up at Northeast corner 'slip.'
Come visit us in Decatur before we move!
I wonder if some of us can become bit-actors on hit series, 'The Walking Dead?'
I personally laugh my butt off at the sitcom 'Two and a Half Men' but I can't imagine that it airs at the traditional family television viewing time of seven o'clock! Two & a-Half Men themes completely ignore subtleties or innuendos; it is suggestive soft porn. Today's reality T.V. shows confirms the below average brainpower of the American public. What could possibly be further from reality than a Bachelor dating twelve women and dramatically dismissing them one-by-one until he chooses a chick to whom he proposes, on the final episode, in a conveniently allotted length of time, which coincides with a television series season's end. What snappy-neat timing!
Commercials bring both good news/bad news. The good news lies in the fact that within a thirty-minute television program we now have 12 minutes of commercial advertising, which leaves only 18-minutes needed for goofy plotted one-liners filled with canned laughter programming. We are pestered to consume, consume and then consume more. If we acted on even a small percent of the television ad-pitches, we would be a bunch of obese fat asses with drug addictions; whoops!...come to think, we are fast approaching both markers! Most young people would find it difficult to believe that back in day occupations such as medical doctors and attorneys were far too professionally pristine to stoop to the tawdry elements of 'advertising' as a means to stimulate business! I recently had a family doctor tell me that thirty percent of his prescription writing is the result of patients requesting 'some drug' seen on television.
A couple years ago, I heard a sweet voice pitch on television that suggested that I should contact the Heritage Plan to send money and take care of my own funeral plans-costs. I thought at the time, I won't do that!! I may plan for a vacation and I may pay for and pump my own gas but my kids can take care of the internment of my ass!
Lo' and behold!...Last summer, Gerry and I made our final funeral arrangements and paid for the privilege! Cody & Sons Funeral Home (Jacksonville) gets Mel because they promised to make me 'look good for once 'and Williamson-Airsman-Hires Funeral Home is tabbed by Gerry; she said she wishes only to spread the business in Jacksonville. Both of us will be delivered to Sunset Hill Cemetery (Edwardsville, Illinois) and placed in newly constructed outdoor mausoleum; east side; third row up at Northeast corner 'slip.'
Come visit us in Decatur before we move!
I wonder if some of us can become bit-actors on hit series, 'The Walking Dead?'
Thursday, February 21, 2013
My Riches Are Infinite
As an adolescent growing up in 'Blue Collar' East St. Louis, Illinois, I soon came to understand what the phrase, 'keeping up with the Joneses' meant. My devout Christian grandmother, Mammy Bennett explained using the Commandment: "Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbor's." As a teenager, I was content / even happy to drive the 1950 family Chevy in the year 1956 and wear regular jeans instead of the latest 'cord' pegged-pants. If I could earn $4.00 working all day Saturday at my aunt's grocery store, I was happy as a pig-in-a-sty because I had date money. Thank goodness, I didn't date the Jones girl.
I married well. My wife was never excited about nor driven by material desires. I believe she understood that she married the 'pig' and she would attempt to keep our sty clean and presentable.
Today, I look out my front door and notice one neighbor has a $85,000.00 boat, another has a BMW and three of my close friends leave every winter for Florida dwellings. All of my contemporaries grandchildren seem to drive late model automobiles and are understood to have the latest technology devices. Somewhere along the line that 'covet commandment' lost some volume!
On a personal note, I had my six months med-check with the family doctor yesterday and my medical test reports cause me shame to even briefly 'wish or covet' any thing! I have transitioned through life without those superficial designer tags that are seemingly desired by many as if designating one to a higher status. Today, at this scaffold in my life, I would not have the energy nor inclination to covet any thing other than a continuation of my own good kismet!
I should 'come-clean' with one minor coveting confession; a shady spot in my backyard come this spring after working up a grass-cutting sweat. I can close my eyes, right now and feel the breeze as I sit on my swing with poodle,"Yodie" and eat peanuts I just poured into a bottle of Pepsi.
Whoa, Nellie!
Should I buy Polo brand shirts then I allow Ralph Lauren to define me...as a fool!
I married well. My wife was never excited about nor driven by material desires. I believe she understood that she married the 'pig' and she would attempt to keep our sty clean and presentable.
Today, I look out my front door and notice one neighbor has a $85,000.00 boat, another has a BMW and three of my close friends leave every winter for Florida dwellings. All of my contemporaries grandchildren seem to drive late model automobiles and are understood to have the latest technology devices. Somewhere along the line that 'covet commandment' lost some volume!
On a personal note, I had my six months med-check with the family doctor yesterday and my medical test reports cause me shame to even briefly 'wish or covet' any thing! I have transitioned through life without those superficial designer tags that are seemingly desired by many as if designating one to a higher status. Today, at this scaffold in my life, I would not have the energy nor inclination to covet any thing other than a continuation of my own good kismet!
I should 'come-clean' with one minor coveting confession; a shady spot in my backyard come this spring after working up a grass-cutting sweat. I can close my eyes, right now and feel the breeze as I sit on my swing with poodle,"Yodie" and eat peanuts I just poured into a bottle of Pepsi.
Whoa, Nellie!
Should I buy Polo brand shirts then I allow Ralph Lauren to define me...as a fool!
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Coffee With The Boys; Not My Cup Of Tea
Once in awhile, my wife encourages me to hook up with fellas for morning coffee or lunch with 'old' friends. I keep assuring her that whereas she enjoys such gatherings, I have never been big on that kinda social mixer mentality. Don't get me wrong, I like to have conversations with folks and laugh or swap stories; I just don't wish to be routinely committed and predictable beginning each day at the 'coffee shop' with the guys. I suppose a tad bit of maternal grandfather E. V. Bennett's DNA is deep in my soul; Old E. V. didn't cotton much to such assemblies and neither do I.
Actually, I find more enjoyment spending time recording music for friends, writing notes to kids and grandkids and listening to people with opposing views, i. e., Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh. I always learned more from those I viewed as adversaries than advocates. I recall when Barrack Obama came on the national political scene and Rush Limbaugh made fun of Obama's ears. Of course Rush's attention to Obama's ears got him away from ranting giggles about Senator John Kerry's head size.
Keep in focus that Limbaugh is the 'mouthpiece' for the GOP; the party,which pontificates Christian-Family Values! Every Republican candidate embraces Limbaugh's endorsement and ignores his UN-Christian like comments while they talk about their own love for Jesus and Judea-Christian principles. I cannot imagine Jesus poking fun of another's physical appearance.
Perhaps herein lies my unwillingness to 'coffee' with the boys each morning. You expect that such aforementioned topics would commence at morning coffee gatherings. You all have come to 'know' me well enough that it is understood I cannot keep my opinions to myself. Come now, I am going to 'piss-off' many of the Java-drinking-Joeys with my comments. Those fellas don't need me screwing up the start of each day and if I stay away, I'll continue to imagine that all the old-boys 'think' as I.
Let me tell you another negative aspect to these morning-senior-coffee-gatherings. A few years ago, a buddy of mine went to a local coffee shop with a bunch of 'old cronies.' My friend signed some document being passed around, which he thought was a parachute club application. The fool didn't have his eye glasses and when he got back home his wife asked, "What the hell is this 'prostitute club application form' doing on the kitchen table?"
I must stop now. 'Yodie,' our toy poodle just brought his 'squeaky-duck' to me. I shall leave this typing machine and go play duck-keep-away game with my best friend; beats hell out of any coffee clutch moment.
Actually, I find more enjoyment spending time recording music for friends, writing notes to kids and grandkids and listening to people with opposing views, i. e., Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh. I always learned more from those I viewed as adversaries than advocates. I recall when Barrack Obama came on the national political scene and Rush Limbaugh made fun of Obama's ears. Of course Rush's attention to Obama's ears got him away from ranting giggles about Senator John Kerry's head size.
Keep in focus that Limbaugh is the 'mouthpiece' for the GOP; the party,which pontificates Christian-Family Values! Every Republican candidate embraces Limbaugh's endorsement and ignores his UN-Christian like comments while they talk about their own love for Jesus and Judea-Christian principles. I cannot imagine Jesus poking fun of another's physical appearance.
Perhaps herein lies my unwillingness to 'coffee' with the boys each morning. You expect that such aforementioned topics would commence at morning coffee gatherings. You all have come to 'know' me well enough that it is understood I cannot keep my opinions to myself. Come now, I am going to 'piss-off' many of the Java-drinking-Joeys with my comments. Those fellas don't need me screwing up the start of each day and if I stay away, I'll continue to imagine that all the old-boys 'think' as I.
Let me tell you another negative aspect to these morning-senior-coffee-gatherings. A few years ago, a buddy of mine went to a local coffee shop with a bunch of 'old cronies.' My friend signed some document being passed around, which he thought was a parachute club application. The fool didn't have his eye glasses and when he got back home his wife asked, "What the hell is this 'prostitute club application form' doing on the kitchen table?"
I must stop now. 'Yodie,' our toy poodle just brought his 'squeaky-duck' to me. I shall leave this typing machine and go play duck-keep-away game with my best friend; beats hell out of any coffee clutch moment.
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