Angry Republican

My Take on DaVinci

2006-05-23T07:34:00.000-04:00

Well it would appear that my friend Raul and I disagree on the Da Vinci Code, so here's my two cents. First off, I don't know what Dan Brown's take on religion is, but here is a quote he gave in an interview when asked about religion: '"We now turn to God for only a handful of questions that science has not yet been able to understand. We still have religion based on ‘proof from incredulity’ (it must be so because there is no other explanation). We still believe in a God of the gaps." That is a scary thought... that man has become so arrogant to believe that he can take care of things and that God is just filler when we can't figure something out. That arrogance is what lead to the fall of Sodom and Gomorrha.

His work also shows where his faith (or lack thereof) stands... using proper names and times and places for a "fiction" work that sure seems to enjoy poking at something Christians hold sacred, that Christ was God, came to earth as a mortal man, FREE FROM SIN, died, and rose on the third day. You may ask how he implies this? First off, the assumption that Christ was married and had a child with Mary Magdalene. Christians believe Christ was born of a virgin, basically that sex was not required to conceive him. Why is this important? Because he was formed differently than humans were. So Christ would have a son through the old fashioned way? Why? Secondly, Brown hints at the fact that Christ was a mere mortal, thus going against what Christians believe. If Christ was "just a man" then Christians around the world believe a lie and thus have no faith to hold to.

In my opinion, Brown uses the word fiction as a cop-out because he doesn't have the guts to say this is what he believes. Of course, the story has activities that have not happened, thus making it fiction, but his ideas are in his mind true. This way when people attack the work he can say "hey, it's just a harmless work of fiction". Just fun. Well, if that's the case, then why are so many people being mislead into looking at his lies? What it does, in a subtle or not so subtle way, depending on how you handle it, undermines everything the Christian faith is based on. Satan is a sharp character. He's not going to come up with ways to just come out and say "Christ was false, it's all lies, don't believe it". Instead, he is going to package something as harmless so that questions of the faith will slowly leak into people's minds. It's not the people who are Christians that he is going after in this work, moreso the ones who are questioning it, or who are on the fence. That is what is scary. Quite possibly Brown's work to point out humanities failures as a reason to avoid the church and Christianity will deter certain people from ever finding the faith. Every soul counts, and I have no doubt this is happening.

Let's use an example... let's say someone wrote a story about you. And the story was that you were a good person at work, but when you went home you were secretly an alcoholic who liked to drink till you passed out every night. The story was sold to millions of people, but when you called the person out on it, they just said "hey, it's fiction". If that happened that person would e sued for slander. This is the same thing, but God is not going to call slander. He'll take care of it sooner or later.

I don't think it is wrong for people who bought the book or watched the movie, but I certainly won't give a penny to such a blasphemous work. I won't boycott Tom Hanks or Ron Howard or anyone involved, but I find the whole idea very disturbing. I don't mind when people theorize on the history of works of the Bible, etc., but when people use every way possible to discredit or chip away at my faith, it really bothers me.

So in closing, I hope that Christians can use this work to their advantage. Turn what can be a tool of Satan and use it against him. When it opens the door to a discussion with someone, Christians need to speak the truth about Christ... that He came to earth to die and rise again, defeating the grave and saving us from our sins. I urge Christians to be careful with this work. Again, the failures of man throughout the ages (the Crusades, etc.) does not deem what Christ did as untrue or worthless. Man screws up all the time, but God is perfect and just.

Ode to Lucky

2006-05-13T13:44:00.000-04:00

Well, today was one of the hardest days of our lives. I had to take our cat, Lucky, to the vet to peacefully put him to sleep forever. It was very tough. Basically, we have been living with baby gates and keeping him away from the dog due to the fact the cat could be very aggressive, and sometimes would like to pee outside of the litter box. He has been known to pee on our bed, just wherever he felt like going if he was mad about something. The vet sat with me and we discussed his behavior, and she felt as well that it was in the best interest of everyone including the cat to put him to sleep. I struggled with the whole thing because I kept trying to find other solutions. We asked friends, family, neighbors and coworkers if they knew anyone who would be willing to take Lucky in. It seemed many directions we turned, people were just rude and tried to judge us. Nevermind the fact we had to keep doors to other rooms closed so he couldn't go back in there and pee too. We discussed Prozac but were told that the side effects could be really bad. Basically there was no where left to go but with this decision. The doctor and staff were great about it, and made me a lot more at peace. I had this feeling of guilt that I was being mean, but in reality it's ridiculous to let an animal control your household. We took care of this cat, who was in all senses a stray, for 10 years, and it has just been too long living like this. Some other life changes have forced us to go this route. He went peacefully and I was petting him as he breated his last. He had no idea what happened as he was already sleeping when they made the injection. I'm glad I stayed with him, and relieved it is over. It is weird though. The house seems so quiet, even though he never made any noise in the house. I'm very sad that he is gone, but happy that he no longer has to hobble on 3 legs, and that he is in a better place. Fare thee well, Mr. Kitty. You are loved and missed.

Boycott Mexicans!

2006-05-01T20:36:00.000-04:00

That's it! I'm so tired of all these people complaining that they don't have enough in this country. What a deal. Come here free, work under the table, don't pay taxes, get food stamps for your kids, and send all your money back to your po' butt country so that your government can get 80% of it. Then whine that you want equal rights, even though you are not legally here. I love the comments that people make "these people do the jobs that american's won't do. Or, "they are just hard-working people". Well, heck-fire, so is the child molester who lives down the street from each of us. "He's such a hard worker, so what if he is hopped up on crack and meth, and likes little boys". Really people. A crime is a crime. I made sure to read the local papers here to see which places would be closing today in support. Basically every Mexican restaurant in town closed down, except for Taco Hell. I'll never have another refried bean unless it's cooked in my house. Granted, the can I bought those beans in was likely once one of these immies restrooms, but at least I can remain ignorant about that. I hope all these fools get fired and end up having to go home to get a place to live. They try to say it's immies of all countries, but I bet money that 95% of them are Mexicans. They have never had a problem jumping the fence and swimming the river to get here. Uggh.

Other than that, everything is fine. Just hanging and working in Daytona for the week. It's 70 miles one way, but there is no traffic and the office is much better than my normal one. Nice change of pace. Well, off to watch 24. Fight the power, and no more Mexican food. Gringos, unite!

Worky worky

2006-04-29T17:18:00.000-04:00

So, I got a repreive from going to Hispanorlandola. I made a little comment to the powers that be about being married and that traveling is why I left NASCAR. So they got me an assignment in Daytona so I can commute each day. Much better. Although I got a couple smartass comments about it. Nevermind that they are married, they just have moved up enough that no one can tell them what to do when it comes to their personal time. Bunch of bums. I'll take it though. I hate living out of a hotel, especially in Orlando.

Not much else at this time. I usually have a good story but can't think of any at the moment. I guess I could expose everyone to a new vocab word. It is "poop squirt". Used in a sentence "My dog poop squirted on the couch". Spelled p-o-o-p s-q-u-i-r-t-. Basically, my dog will sometimes break wind, but there is a little "rain" in the wind if you will. He'll poot, turn and sniff, then run away, leaving a foul jet trail behind him. He is not allowed to sit in our lap anymore, or on the couch, unless he has a towel or blanket underneath his rear. He's a cool dog, but that is pretty gross.

You know, if I hear Dale Earnhardt's one more time I'm going to puke. You would think it was Easter and he rose on the 3rd day. Maybe that's why his number was 3! It's a sign! Oh my gosh. Seriously folks... NASCAR fans are a bit too involved. It's sad the guy is dead, but people die every day. He's no more important than the homeless person who just passed away. Good grief. Well, off I go.

The prodigal son has returned

2006-04-27T20:45:00.000-04:00

I guess I haven't written in a long time, since Moates' link for my site is entitled something along the lines of lost blogger. Well, I have returned. Things have been crazy here. I was about ready to quit my job once I found something else, but it appears they might have something for me there after all. It seems they are working on some branches that might still be in a decent distance from the house.

Our high school reunion is coming up in June. 10 years is unreal to think about. Sometimes I can't believe how much has happened in that period of time. I certainly would not have imagined things going like this 10 years ago, in a good way. I feel so blessed to have what I do, and it seems it gets better as it goes. I wanted to go to the reunion, but we decided to go to a family deal out in San Diego instead. It will be my grandfather's 80th birthday, so it will be a good time.

One of the guys I work with is realy funny. He was working with a customer today who was about 45, and talks about all the women he is seeing. Then each woman he mentions apparently either has DUI or likes smoking on the old crack pipe. So my coworked says "do you have a point system, where DUI counts as 1 point, and aggravated assault counts as 2, and whoever gets the most points is your favorite woman?" It was hysterical. This guy is cool so my coworker could get away with making comments like that.

I wish I could come up with good stories like Moates does. Although, I do like keeping altercations to a minimum. Moates, you need to stay off the 'roids son! Not to say I don't have a temper. I have lit a few folks on fire by my words, but I try to save up for just the right person.

Well, I am going to go hang with my wife. I might actually get back to blogging a bit. I have to go to Orlando all next week to work so I'll have more time to kill just sitting in the hotel. Later!

Almost completely lucky...

2005-10-29T21:16:00.000-04:00

Well, my wife and I went to the Georgia/Florida game today. We got there about 1230 and just walked around with a sign that showed we were looking for tickets. I talked to about 8-10 people who were trying to make about 5-6 times what the tickets were actually sold for originally. I smarted off to a couple, including an old Georgia Alum who I told he wasn't a real fan for doing that. Finally about 30 minutes before kickoff a guy came up and made sure we weren't going to resell. I convinced him of such, and he sold us the tickets for face value! Without looking at the tix we just walked in, then realized that we were 2nd row from the field, just inside the endzone on the side. Unfortunately, the Dawgs played like crap for most of the game, but we did get to see Joe TIII catch a TD right in front of us. That was so sweet, I blew out a few vocal cords and jumped up and down in circles for a few. The damn Gators pulled yet another one out of their butt, and we had to leave sad again. Although, it was worth it to end up that close to the field. UGA and the cheer team were right in front of us, and we were one section away from the band and student sections. Definitely the coolest seats I have ever had at a game. I must say, sitting that close is overrated though. We had no idea what happened on most of the plays. Then as we left with about 1 minute to go, some idiot Dawg pretend fan started yelling at all of the Dawg fans saying we were pathetic for leaving early. I popped back and said "no, pathetic is letting your QB only pass one in every 7 plays, that's pathetic." Retarded when your own fans are bigger idiots than the team that you hate so much. It was a lot of fun, but I have no voice and am now beat. Of course, once a quarter one of my Gator buddies kept text messaging me about the game. He is on friend probation for a week, meaning if he ticks me off once more this week that I will banish him from the land of Jefe forever. Stupid Gators.

Not much else going on. We are going to the airshow next weekend at the beach. It's usually a good show, with the Blue Angels finishing off the show. Work sucks, but I'm pretty sure it's supposed to. At least I only work 3 days this coming week. My wife is the coolest, since she was willing to walk around for 3 hours looking for tickets, and sit through that game just b/c she knew I wanted to go. I'm so lucky.

Well, crap

2005-09-30T07:21:00.000-04:00

As my bud moatesgarage stated, my last post was a bit too soon. Those stupid Vols came back and beat LSU the other night. At least the LSU students were able to hit the bus with some beer bottles on their way out. That's okay. Maybe they'll be cocky going into their game with the Dawgs in just over a week.

The week is nearly over. Thank goodness. I hate month ends at work. Trying to collect all these people who don't pay their bills on time, and make sure we get their money in before the cash drawer closes.

For a funny Scooby story... Scooby is our 8-month old pug. He's quite a goofball. Recently we trained him not to go into our bedroom as that is where the great Satan, better known as our cat Lucky, sleeps. So at night we baby-gate Scooby inside the kitchen for his protection. Apparently I forgot to secure one of the gates. Moments after we laid down we saw our cat looking intently out the bedroom door. After a couple of moments he pounced off the bed and incessant hissing ensued, with the cat chasing the dog around the living room. My wife said just before the evil one jumped off the bed that she saw Scooby sitting right outside our bedroom door looking in. What a zoo.

Well, best get going to start the day. Have a good weekend!

Rocky Top... You'll Always Be...

2005-09-26T21:27:00.000-04:00

Last in the SEC! I hate the UT Vols. I'm convinced that hell is not red like many believe. Hell will be orange everywhere, with touches of white to really annoy the evil ones. Alas, as I jump onto Foxsports.com, I see one of the most pleasing things I have seen all day. The title reads "LSU Throttling Tennessee in home opener". Doesn't get much better than that. Being a Dawg for life, I really hate UT. I grew up in NW Georgia, so I had to listen to the media (on the Tennessee side of the border) always drool over this stupid team. I love the fact that they might have two losses by the end of the night. Granted, Georgia has to play in Knoxville in two weeks, but at least if GA loses, we'll still be ahead of UT in the SEC East. Unfortunately that would mean Florida would have the in-road to the SEC East title, unless GA beats them in Jax later this year. That said, I would take the Gators over the Vols any day, especially since Steve Spurrier is now everyone's whipping boy.

I guess I'm really tired right now. My wife fell asleep and left Dr. Phil on, and I'm too tired to go across the room to change the channel. Besides the fact that Dr. Phil really sucks, he carries bad memories with him. When we were sitting in our dark house after the hurricanes last year, his show was the only non-news related item we could pick up on our TV radio. I'm pretty sure my brain just shut down during those dark nights and I likely sat in a pool of my own slobber, waiting on the joy of driving back to work the next day.

Monday's are Monday's, so I'm thankful to have made it home in one piece. I have officially gotten old. Last night I wanted to stay up and watch a rocket go off at Cape Canaveral last night at 11:40. I tried really hard to stay up, but about 10:30 I was too tired and fell asleep. My will has been overrun by the desire to sleep. Well, off to sleep.

Lazy Eyes

2005-09-22T07:33:00.000-04:00

I've always wondered this, and my questioning arose again as there was a lady next to me in my meeting who had one eye going straight and the other going way out to the right. I was mesmerized wondering which eye truly was the working one. Or, do they both work? If so, does that mean they have amazing vision to the side? Or is their vision not as good? What freaked me out was she was looking towards the instructor, and then the other was looking at our table! How freaky is that? What is really creepy is when the lazy eye comes towards the front like it remembered it needed to look where the other eye was.

Not much else going on. Have to go to a meeting with the division manager and some other folks today, so a little nervous about that. Hopefully it won't be too bad. That's about it. Any insight on the lazy eye thing is appreciated.

Vacation Exit Stage Left

2005-09-12T14:00:00.000-04:00

Well, today is my final day of vacation. I must say it has been a very good one, since it's my first true one-weeker in over 3 years. Hurricane Dennis gave us nasty weather for the first part of it, but we got out of town to have some nice weather up in TN. Today the weather is awesome, and I actually was able to get in the ocean today. It was pretty rough out there, but at least it felt good to be in the water. Then I took my wife to lunch and just waiting to go see the doctor for my eyes again. Been a pretty good day overall.

Now it's back to the grind. I think I forgot how to work, and for that matter, how to get there. I was hoping they would call me and tell me they hate me so much that they would pay me my salary to stay away... guess they don't dislike me enough yet to do that. I'm working on it though!

This Hurricane Katrina stuff is really bunching my britches to say the least. People are saying George Bush is the reason that New Orleans had so many problems, while others blame local and state officials. Here's an idea, maybe the people who live underwater should have expected this! First off, it's an act of God. No one can control things that come out of the Almighty's creation. Of all the natural disasters, I'd take a hurricane over any others. You get at least a couple of days to get out of town. These people chose to stay (except the SMALL percentage that had no means of leaving) and stick it out. For some reason people think they can blow really hard when a hurricane comes and send it away. This is all very sad, and I think a lot of people just need something to blame. Humans struggle when they can't pin the blame on something or someone for their misery. Sometimes, poop happens and we have to live on. Hopefully these people can do the same.

This leads me on to celebs. Harry Connick Jr., and this pains me to say this as my bud Pat will make me eat crow for this, is now my favorite celeb. He has shown a lot of grace and heart to get out and do what he has done to help folks out in that poop water. All the other celebs suck. Can-Ye Sing West sucks worse than the others. This guy is so ticked about who knows what, and takes it out on whitey. Sure racism still exists, but it would seem the racism comes more from blacks than any other race now. Then they hold up idiots like West as heroes, who curse every other word and talk about gangstas and such. The black community should speak up and let the world know that idiots like him don't speak for them (if they don't). They should stop letting people like him and Rev. Jackson use them to push a cause, and start lifting up the good black leaders like T.D. Jakes and others. On that note, I as a whitey will speak up and say that the Dixie Twits and Celine Dion do not speak for me. The Dixie Twits chose to sing some song that had undertones about war during the Hurricane fundraiser, as an obvious continual jab of the US' foreign policy. Then Celine Dion says she feels it is absurd that we can fly troops to "kill others" and "ruin thousands of lives" but we can't take care of our own. Though I agree it was crazy at how long it took help to get into New Orleans, I highly discount the opinion of a singer from Canada about how she feels our country should be run. Entertainers need to realize they are like the little monkeys in cartoons. You know, the ones that are wearing a leash tied to a guy wearing a goofy hat. When someone gives the guy a quarter, the monkey dances for a moment for their entertainment. I wish Hollywood would do the same. Take my quarter, dance like the monkey they are, then shut up and wait for the next quarter to come along. No one cares what they think, just like no one cares what I think. Now, Shut up and dance little monkey!

Well, that's off my chest. Back to work tomorrow, so will drop in soon.

This Week at the Hacienda

2005-08-23T08:15:00.000-04:00

Another week has kicked off, and it's back to the grind. My job is quite stressful. I am training to be a branch manager at a financial institution. I enjoy the work, and dealing with most of our customers is not bad at all. There is so much other stuff though that makes my day rough. They make us do reports out the rear, and then there is the compliance factor that we have to do everything to please the feds. If you have ever wondered the true competancy of our federal government, then join the financial world to learn how retarded they can be. They are trying to protect certain groups of people, and in the process slow down progress and hurt productivity. I would bet 40% of my day goes towards things that were forced upon us by the feds. Nice.

I'm ready for winter. It's been in the upper 90's here the last few weeks, and I'm tired of it. We are pretty much worthless. We were so desperate that we bought a $20 kiddie pool that is 10 ft. long and 6 ft. wide. We're going to make frozen drinks and sit in it this weekend. We would like to have a real people pool, but it's not worth throwing 30k into a house that we might sell in a year. Especially since it won't increase the value much at all. So for now we'll go with the 'neck special and enjoy that. If you aren't in the water this time of year, you might as well be on your couch. It's too hot to get the mail it seems like. Maybe we should move to Alaska!

Not much else going on here. Working on Saturday then we started a new Bible study at church. It's for young marrieds, so hopefully it works out. If not we might just change churches. We want to be more involved, so we'll see. Lord knows I can use all the church time I can get :) I have this temper problem, especially with road rage, and I'm praying that God helps me get rid of that. I have what people call a bit of a complex. If i had been a bigger guy, I would have beaten the dude that nearly took me out last week, so obviously I have some issues with driving. The way people drive around here, though, it's understandable.

Well, it's off to work. I get to deal with some collections jerk who is yanking around my customer, so I'm going to have to lay the smack down on him today. He's been really nasty to one of our clients, and I don't like that, so I'm going to stick up for my peeps and show him who's boss. I don't really care, but it's fun to turn the tables on these nasty people sometimes. Well, have a good one and I'll be back soon.

I'm Baaack.

2005-08-18T07:39:00.000-04:00

Well, after an 8-month hiatus, I have returned. I've been really busy over the last few months, and neglected this blog as if it were a red-headed step-child. The biggest reason for neglect has been our dog, which is a 7-month old pug now. He has a mind of his own to say the least, and is very time-consuming. He's a great dog, but can be quite the terror. On to my venting.

First off, let's talk about Cindy Sheehan. I'm sure her son is rolling in his grave that his mom is such a nut-case. She has now called George W. Bush the biggest terrorist in the world. You could say he makes some questionable decisions (like every other president we have ever had), but I highly doubt his sole purpose in life is to do stupid things. I don't think he said "You know, I want to be known as the worst president ever, so I'm gonna start a war after I let terrorists carry out a large-scale attack on our country. Yeah, that sounds like a winner!" As much as I dislike Bill Clinton, I doubt he did a lot of the moronic things he did with the intent on being a screwup. I think he let his judgment get clouded, and in some ways I think he was just a pervert. I don't any of us would ever know what it would be like to be president and have the power of the world's most powerful military at our disposal. Thank God for football coming up... we need something else to distract us from this crap.

Work is going well, but I sometimes grow tired of dealing with the general public. Most of our clients are pretty cool, but you get these boobs that can ruin your day very easily. I had a guy the other day that was a total tooljob, and then wanted to know our rates. I wasn't even trying to sell him a loan as I didn't want to ever deal with this guy again, and then he proceeds to tell me that he has 80k in borrowing power at his credit union and he was just curious what kind of power he would have with us. I told him to go borrow the money at the credit union then. Does he think I care about his credit? I don't. As long as I meet my quota for the month, I'm doing my job. I've almost met my quota halfway through the month, so I'm gonna be picky when it comes to someone like this.

I think there's something wrong with the job my vet did on my dog's neutering. They may have missed some of the kibbles and bits or something, because lately he takes a pillow off the couch (that is twice his size) and proceeds to "love" it. It really ticks me off. If he were a frog, he'd be a horny toad. He's a cool dog, but sometimes he is a bit over the top.

Well, that's it for now. I'll try to keep this up a little bit better.

At Patrick's Request, here's my quiz!

2005-01-20T07:30:00.001-05:00

Don't normally do these, but to appease :), here you go!

1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Hendersonville, NC

2. YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
Now, my Michael Vick jersey!

3. LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
Rascal Flatts

4. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
6 am

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?
The dishwasher

6. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Guitar

7. FAVORITE COLOR?
Red

8. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?
SUV

9. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE?
Yep, heaven or hell.

10. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?
"Oh the Places You’ll Go" by Dr. Seuss

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Fall

12. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
The power to eliminate work

13. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
No tattoos

14. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Nope, can barely walk and chew gum

15. THE ONE PERSON/PEOPLE FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK
TO.
My grandmother

16. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?
Friday

17. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR/TRUCK?
Nothing, truck bed that only has a few leaves and acorns in it, due to those stupid squirrels.

18. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?
Hamburger

In answer to question #21, proved you wrong Pat!!!

21. WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?

Pat

22. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?
Mum

23. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEAL?
Quesadillas

24. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
12/21

I'm baaaack... and what year are we in?

2004-11-30T06:58:00.001-05:00

Well, after a 6 week hiatus, mainly due to always being gone, I am finally back on the bloginator. Guess I was just waiting for some things to tick me off again ;)

We have this shadow-box fence, and I am convinced it is because the homeowner's association wanted to force everyone to have the type of fence that requires the highest level of maintenance. Basically after learning several expensive lessons, we have learned that you can only hand-paint this darn thing. Basically it's about 35 seven-foot by six-foot wood panels, which equals a ton of paint and elbow-grease. We are basically in the do a little bit at a time phase, and not even halfway done yet. This is after spending nearly the entire day of thanksgiving pressure-washing the last layer of cheap crap we bought from Home Depot last year. You would think that in 2004 we could come up with a better way, or have a homeowner's association smart enough to let us use flat-panel fencing, which would have allowed me to roll it on in 2 hours!!

One of my biggest pet-peeves of late is the nancy-pants who go out and buy a 2004 Mustang GT and take 4 minutes to go from zero to 60. Why bother? Why not just save your money and buy a really nice bike? It never fails when coming up to a red light, and there is one car in each lane, that you have a choice to make. On one side is a 2004 Corvette decked to the nine's, and the other side contains a 1976 "Vanagon", aka hippie-mobile. Naturally you would think to get behind the 'Vette, so you could slingshot out from behind him once the other lane opens up and be on your way to victory (or work). Suddenly, the light turns green, the guy in the 'Vette decides he needs to reach under his seat to pull out his Wayne Newton CD, then forgets he left it at home and wants his Streisand CD instead. All the while, the Vanagon pulls off the line to a whopping 35 mph on his new vegetable-oil running sewing-machine engine with 8 other cars blowing by you right behind him. THEN the 'Vette pulls off and gets up to 40 in a 55. By the time you pull out from behind him, it is 9:30 and you aren't even on the freeway! Good grief.

Anyone else tired of the Christmas music? I sure am. One of the moronic stations in this town has decided to play holiday music all day long. By about noon I am ready to rip that radio off the desk and throw it through the front window. Unfortunately I am the only scrooge in my office, so I have to sit there and take my medicine all day.

Well, off to work. Later!

John Edwards' Hair - a telling story...

2004-10-19T20:35:00.000-04:00

In case you haven't seen it yet, there is a ten-minute video showing John Edwards, VP candidate, doing his hair... now it seems telling to me that he spends ten minutes moving that boufant he calls hair over to the side, and at the end of all that "work", nothing has changed at all... this my friends is a sign of things to come. Democrats will spend much time doing the same thing over and over, and still get the same result, nothing changed.

In case you are interested, here is the link:
http://slate.msn.com/id/2108216/slideshow/2108085/entry/2108087/speed/100

I am trying to understand how someone can be that freaking stupid, to think these guys actually make sense. And to NOT roll their eyes when their party spokesman, like Jesse Jackson, cry foul when a police car is blocking a voting parking lot just to go after a pesky armed robber. Maybe Jesse was really ticked that it was another "brotha", and he didn't want to admit it was one of his own.

I just can't wait for it to be over. Of course, you know it will not be over on election night. There will be court filings for weeks to come after that, if they are already starting it now.

Timothy Pays a Visit

2004-10-13T21:20:00.000-04:00

One of my earlier posts mentioned the neon-green freaky-frogs that we have down here in Florida. They are usually pretty small, and harmless, and pretty neat little guys. Anyway, last year when we first moved in we found one hanging out on the outside of our kitchen window every single night. Since the light attracts bugs to the window, the frogs that hang around the window get a bug buffet. For some reason, we chose to name the frog Timothy.

Apparently, Timothy does not understand birth control, as we now have about 6 frogs on different windows around our house. My wife was hanging Halloween decorations the other day at the front door, when she felt something fall on her shoulder. In her horror she noticed that Nuclear Nick, the newest frog on the block, had landed right on her shoulder. Right when he realized he had served his purpose in life, to creep out my wife, he leapt on to his next assignment. I think the humid air is finally getting to me though, as sometimes I go out and pet one of the frogs on the window because he's my favorite. I think I've lost my mind...

We started this 40 days of purpose thing at our church the other day, and joined a small group for it. I must say it is one of the better things so far that I have experienced. We lucked up on a great group of people in our group, and three of the couples are in our neighborhood.

Finally, I am watching the debate. I would much rather be watching one of the ballgames, as frankly there is much less spin in a Pedro Martinez curveball than there is in politics, but I guess it is my American duty or something to watch the debates. President Bush is doing quite well, frankly his best performance of the three so far. The funniest part is how Kerry tried to claim his voting record was incorrectly spoken, yet Bush countered pretty well.

Since I always complain about how people can't explain why they are voting for John Kerry, I will gladly tell you why I am voting for Bush... without saying his opponent's name. Here is why I vote for Bush: Gay marriage is wrong, though we love gays as much as anyone else. Abortion is wrong, though we love those who choose wrongly to carry through with one. Finally, I want my country to stay under God, and Bush in my mind is closer in line with what God has set for this country. That is why I vote for Bush, and I am praying that 50.000001 percent of the people in this country are smart enough to do the same.

Like a Sore Thumb

2004-10-08T22:03:00.000-04:00

Is it just me, or can you look at someone and pretty much figure out within 30 seconds whether they are Republican or Democrat? Every morning on FoxNews they have an ass vs an elephant, and you can pick out the Democrat right away. It's always the pissed-looking, Starbucks drinking schmuck with the inability to look the camera in the eye. It seems most of our friends are Democrats, and they can't look you in the eye. I guess they vote for people who will cuddle to their insecurities and make them feel better about their inadequacies.

I'm backing out of my driveway this morning, which I always do about 5 minutes after the ankle-biter automobile (school bus) runs through picking up all the little turds in my 'hood. And at this same time every morning, our stupid neighbor stands practically right in the middle of the street, next to my driveway, talking to her two butch friends. I got this staredown this morning from the one lesbian-in-training, to the point that she stared me down in my rearview mirror. I'm convinced it's because of my Bush/Cheney sticker. I don't bother waving because really it's not worth the 46 muscles it takes to move my hand side to side, and sure enough, in true Democrat form she looks like a ticked off lesbian. I don't know what her problem is, but last I checked the road was for cars, not for wastes of space to stand around talking about what they'll do now that they have shipped off all their kids to let the county babysit them for the day. I think next time I'll have the truck running when the garage comes up, floor it in reverse and slam on my brakes at the end of my driveway, just to scare the piss out of them.

I guess I'm just ticked because I am watching this damn debate. The very thought that pure evil may very well take over the oval office in January and take us down a road we can never return from. My wife asked why I didn't want to really deal with the debates anymore, and really it's because I have lost faith in the American people. The fact that half of the people in this country are stupid enough to vote for a pacifist weiner who is unwilling to fight terrorists is beyond me. I think Bush will lose, though I pray that I am proven wrong. On the day that Kerry sits up here and talks about gettng rid of OUR nukes, it is announced 5 schools in the U.S, two of which are in the southeast, were found to have been mentioned in casing documents found in Iraq. Basically, they think they are targets for the same things that happened in Russia a few weeks ago. Oh, but Iraq was not a haven for terrorists, despite these docs being found. I think Americans have become totally ignorant towards the true threats, thinking AIDS and global warming are our biggest threats. Those are very important, but clean air and lack of disease do us no good if we are all dead or living in fear.

If Bush loses, I will wait for some fool to say "ha, ha, Bush lost" so that I can say "in 4 years, we'll see if anyone can laugh".

But if you truly want to vote for president, and really want to choose Kerry, then feel free to vote in the new electronic ballots that are now available, and good luck.
http://wearabledissent.com/101/floridaballot.html

Strange dream, but could come true

2004-10-05T20:44:00.000-04:00

If you haven't figured it out yet, I am strange. I think it goes back to the fact that I'm the creative type, so my mind goes down some very strange tangents. Last night I had a dream, in which I came to the realization that the Great Tribulation had begun, and it would only be 3.5 years until things started getting ugly. What is so very odd is that the anti-Christ, who I had learned his identity once the trib started, was none other than Dale Earnhardt Jr. At one point in the dream, I remember thinking that "only the anti-Christ could get away with saying that on live tv and NOT be fined by NASCAR". Strange, yes... but it could happen. Dale Jr. could run a school-bus full of mentally handicapped children off a cliff to a fiery crash, and he would win a lawsuit from the school board to get the yellow paint stripe repaired on his car.

I guess I haven't written lately because there was no hurricane lately. Life seems so normal all of the sudden, with not having to watch the news to find out which direction the next three days worth of wind would be coming from.

Our district manager was in my office for the day today, but it's actually pretty fun. He is very laid-back and funny, and so it made the day a little more bearable. I asked him to search on the company manual for something, and he proceeds to stumble upon our company's policy on Indian Reservations. What's even better, is he stopped his day just to read it! The shock and awe that our company had a policy on this very topic was too much to not look at.

The big VP debates are on tonight. I'll likely make it through 30 minutes before getting bored. All I know is, if John Kerry wins, I am going to cancel satellite and watch the Weebles all day. I don't want any opportunity to know what is going on with the world, and how many bottles of ketchup my paycheck will go to packing so that his witchy wife can line her pockets. In this case, ignorance will truly be bliss.

Just a note to all of you non-Floridians, you should NEVER send hurricane jokes to your Floridian friends unless you have first checked to make sure they are okay. We have friends who moved to Tennessee, who lived down here as recently as 3 months ago. We have gotten several of those "in your face, you live in Florida so you deserve to put up with this BS every week" emails full of jokes. However, they have no idea if our house was leveled or if we are even alive. I have chosen to let then wonder at this point, and will not write anything until they check on us first. Jerkoffs.

Lastly I would like to revel while I can... my Falcons are 4-0 for the first time since 1986, my Dawgs are hopefully on their way to a National Championship and my Braves are about to start the playoffs. I know, they won't make it past round one, but I'll take what I can get :) Well, I'm off to watch the debates. Later!

Froggies and FPL

2004-09-28T07:18:00.000-04:00

Hurricane Jeanne was our weekly installment of Hurricane goodies this past weekend, with the worst of the storm hitting us Sunday and Sunday night. We had our fingers crossed as we still had power as of 4:15, then the wind started to pick up. Right after the Jags scored the winning touchdown on Sunday, everything went dark.

Sunday night was very noisy outside as nearly half our neighborhood spent money on generators, and the wind was howling all night long. Since the storm decided to only ruin the weekend, we were able to drive to work Monday morning. My office did not have power at first, and I saw several accidents as oblivions did not honor the 4-way stop system at all the red lights that were out. Nothing like risking your life to get to your job :)

When we got home, of course we still had no power, so we went out to dinner. After arriving home from dinner, my wife was in the other room when I found a small frog and bug near the slide-glass, on the inside of our house. Now, this was not one of those frogs you caught as a little kid, this was one of those National Geographic centerfold neon things, with pinkish toes. Not sure if it would lash me with his tongue that contained ebola or some odd disease, I kept the flashlight on him to keep him in my sights until my wife could bring me a cup to catch him. After he splatted himself on the wall a few times with his slime, I finally caught him and threw him outside. Then I went to pick up the "bug" on the floor, only to find it was a little froggie turd. Apparently the sight of a figure that is 100 times larger than him with a bright light scared the little poop out of him. I have never seen froggie poo, so this was definitely blog-worthy.

I woke up around what I thought to be 6 a.m. this morning, and as I lay there I heard our answering machine with this eerie voice it lets out every time it resets. I jumped out of bed and did a fist double-pump as I found the power had just come back. It was only 12:30 though, so apparently my internal clock is broken. We were so excited that we laid in bed and watched tv until 2:30 with the a/c and ceiling fan cranked up. Thanks to FPL working so quickly, what we thought would be a hell-week has been saved.

Our Hurricane Experience

2004-09-20T19:14:00.000-04:00

Okay, as promised, I will break down the fun-filled experience that Labor Day Weekend was for us. We were sent home early at 2 pm on the Friday before Labor Day so that we could prepare for Hurricane Frances. I had already picked up some plywood and was waiting to see if it was worth hanging or not.

Our friends had already decided not to come, and honestly I was thinking that it would not be that bad. I understood their decision, but I truly thought they were calling off the trip for nothing. We have had so many close-calls here that ended up flopping that I thought this weekend would be no different.

The storm was supposed to originally get here the Wednesday before, but Frances dragged her fat butt along to a near crawl, just to make sure our weekend was ruined. We got out on Saturday to get some good food, knowing that the next day might be sucky with lots of rain and wind.

The sustained winds on Sunday were around 40-60 mph, with lots of roaring and tons of rain. Around 11:30 a.m. we lost power, and started wondering how long it would be out. So, we sat in our living room and played every stinking board game ever made. Then the night came, and the storm was still going nuts outside.

The best part of this evening was when my wife awakened me to the noise of a strong wind. Now, the radio kept saying "If you hear a freight-train, it might be a tornado so take cover." Unfortunately, everything sounded like a freight-train, except for this horrible noise that was on top of that. We grabbed our three-legged wonder-kitty and locked ourselves in our closet. That was loads of fun in the dark.

On Monday, what was supposed to be a fun-filled day of beach-going and hanging out, turned into a day of playing cards in the garage with the door up (it was 80 in our house at this point). We finally got out to see what had happened around town, with rain still coming down. Our grocery store was out of power, so all perishables had, well, perished. You could only buy canned goods and things were running out fast. The reason for our lack of electricity was discovered, which was an electric pole snapped in half.

Driving around we saw lots of damage, including a billboard that was mangled beyond belief. I ran into a power line at one point with my truck, nearly giving me a heart-attack.

We spent the next 4 days going to work after taking cold showers and sweating our butts off at night. Thursday night we finally got a hotel room since we were about to snap, and Friday, 5 days after losing power, we finally got electricity and our lives back. The only damage sustained was our weak-looking fence leaning about 10 degrees due to the constant winds. It could have been much worse, but I will never complain the next time a hurricane misses us after mass-preparations. Certain things stick in your mind, like the "no skin" agreement, which was signed upon by my wife and myself. We were not to touch each other while in the house, and were to be as far away as possible in bed so as not to induce any extra beads of sweat. I also remember the house having this butt-smell coming from the flooded marshes. Or going to TGI-Friday's and them having only 5 items on the menu due to the lack of deliveries, so I had a hamburger on wheat bread (not buns). Loads of fun, so Pat and Jen, I am so sorry you missed out on the total-fun.

Wasps are not cool.

2004-09-19T17:37:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I have been out for a while due to the lovely Hurricane Frances. We did not have power for 5 days, then when we got it back I found that my laptop charger was busted so I had to wait until I got a new one. I might choose another time to tell about the loads of fun 5 days without air conditioning in 100% humidity and 90-degree weather was, but I will save that for another time.

The only damage we had from the storm was our fence. Basically 24+ hours of 40-60 mph winds sustained was enough to lean our fence 10-15 degrees. Finally we repacked one side of the fence to make it resemble a straight line again. I think became inspired to pressure wash one side so that I could put new waterproofer on it. Amazingly in 2004 there still does not exist a product that can apply waterproofing an easy way, so I was applying it by hand using this piece of garbage spongy-like thing with a handle. My wife had just dropped the radio next to me so that I could listen to football while I worked, then she was off to the store. Right before she left I let out a yelp, followed by about 15 curse words of different varieties. All I remember is feeling this God-awful sting on my chin and seeing black wings hanging below like a gimped up goatee. I smacked whatever it was and ran as I cursed.

My wife came around to make sure I had not somehow injured myself to find me stomping towards the house, punching the fence in anger as I grumbled. Somehow I managed to get withing 5 feet of a wasp's nest that had about 15 of those wretches on it, and one felt it was time to fire a warning shot at me. Needless to say I quit painting for the day. Before throwing in the towel, I did make sure to hose one of them and stomp it to oblivion, but I ran out of juice to kill the whole family tree that remained. I had one more run-in before I wrapped up, but swatted him away before he laid in on me. Oddly I guess it worked out best because now it is raining, and had I painted the rest of the fence it would have been for naught. All I know is that thing had to have penetrated chin bone, because it hurts like a you know what.

Bruce Springsteen no more

2004-08-05T09:50:00.000-04:00

So, there is going to be a "grassroots effort" (read Bush Bash 2004) that features music acts whose sole purpose is to oust George Bush. Now, that's a constructive thing to do. Instead of getting on the stump and saying "We think John Kerry is better for this reason", they will say "Don't vote for Bush because he's stupid, etc." That's the epitome of class in my mind. As much as I dislike and disagree with John Kerry, and regardless of the names I call him in my house, I would NEVER attend an event whose sole purpose is to disrespect him should he become President. Anyone who gives up 4 years of their life, including all of it to follow, to lead our country in the best way they know how deserves at least some respect. No matter how much we disagree with them. Do I think John Kerry is in it just for the power? YES. As John Edwards says, "Just ask the men who served with him on that swift boat in Vietnam". Okay, we did, and most of them said the same thing. Now what?
I was furious to learn of this effort by elitist musicians to spread their hatred across the country to get people to vote against Bush. What made me madder is they are coming to the city I live in as part of their "Spread the Hate" message. Needless to say, I'm not going. As a matter of fact, I'm going to take my Springsteen CD, an artist I have loved since being a little boy, and stomp it into little bits. I guess what frustrates me is he's able to get on Nightline and give his message, and my only voice is to sling that CD like a frisbee and never buy one again. Ooh, major impact there. Basically only symbolism, but at least I'm doing what makes feel better. Just hope I don't want to hear "Thunder Road" ever again, which I'll still admit is one of my favs.
So, why do these artists choose to get on the Bush-bashing bandwagon? Because it's cool. And, because it gets them in the news. Let's take a look at the list of performers. Have any of them sold records lately? Bonnie Raitt: Nope. The Boss: Nope. Jackson Browne: Nope. The Dixie Chicks: Heck no! The last one is the dumbest to me... hmm... let me say something that is 100% opposite of the only people that buy my cheesy music. They'll still buy, right? Have you heard from them until now? Nope. Oh wait, but REM is doing a show in Gainesville. Big deal... they couldn't sell out a meat locker to construction workers in the middle of July right now. Been gone too long, so all they have is their dwindling loyal fans. As I was told, though, this is what makes America great. That we have the right to yell back and forth until we're blue in the face. Though we can sling words all day, only two voices truly matter in this world, your money and your vote. And now I know where BOTH of mine are going.

Okay, so I come clean

2004-08-03T18:49:00.000-04:00

I've debated whether or not to release this story, but I have decided that it is too funny not to, regardless of the embarassment it will cause me.
I'm sitting at my desk last week, phone in hand as I wait for the person on other end to answer. After 5 rings I go to hang up the phone, and just as I am about to put it down, I think I hear someone pick up on the other end. As I try to rush the handset back to my ear at full speed, it flies from my fingertips and right into the side of my face. It felt about as good as someone hitting you on the side of the ear with an open palm. My glasses sat sideways across my face, and I sat in awe at what a klutz I can be sometimes :)
I also must confess that I lied on a question I answered in my "personality test" at what will soon be my new job. The question was a True/False statement saying "Stereotypes exist because they are true for the most part". I said false so that the affirmative actionites couldn't throw me in the river, but I think it's absolutely true. Why do you think Jeff Foxworthy is so rich? Because he was just creative at talking about country-folk? Of course not... he's funny because it's true. Same goes for Seinfeld. Stereotypes exist because they often fit a group of people. I try to take the innocent until proven guilty approach when it comes to these though. Once someone in that group wrongs me in the way that their stereotype predicted, I file them away as one more example to prove my theory. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...
They had other questions on this test, the "just to make sure you are not guessing" questions, that said things like "the sky is falling, true or false". I wonder how many people get that wrong?
I will soon have a reverse mohawk in my backyard. It all stems (pun fully intended) from spraying roundup behind our fence this weekend. I had to get on a ladder to spray it over the fence into the weed-filled abyss (read ditch) that is behind our property line. As I'm up there sending millions of 7-foot weeds to their slow death of decay (it takes a week to die), I realize I am hosing down about 15 hornets. So, with the spray still flying wide open, I jump off the ladder, sprayer in hand, and run towards my house, thus leaving a line of round-up spray straight down the middle of my yard. If I knew I wouldn't end up on the news for starting the next Wildfire of 2004, I would just torch my yard and start over.
By the way, check out something called the "Strakalogue" on foxnews.com when you get a chance. Basically one guy's rants, plus a few write-ins of other angry Americans. Long, but fun.

Everyone's against you!

2004-08-02T13:30:00.000-04:00

Some people just want to be antagonists. I partly delve in a certain stock car industry that starts with an N. I used to do it full time, but now I deal with a certain part on the side there. That keeps me from traveling so that I can sleep in my own bed each night. I am covering a race over the weekend on our site, and happen to misword a sentence that implied a certain driver intentionally trying the wreck the leader. Well, that driver's PR rep decided to send an email saying "You've got the be kidding me". Now, I would hope that someone in the business since '99 could have a little more professionalism than that. Furthermore, his driver has wrecked everyone within 10 feet of a steering wheel in the last month, and he's shocked that his driver is IMPLIED into doing something intentionally? I bet this driver wrecks his grandparents when he gets behind them in the grocery store aisle, knocking pops into the Depends on aisle 11, only to cry in an interview with the police afterward that he is being treated unfairly. My simple response was to my colleague that this PR rep could kiss my hind-end. What a jerky.

It just seems that to be honest and an open book as I am only gets you in trouble with people. Everyone is offended so easily, and just flies off the handle if you say something they disagree with. Here's a thought, if you don't like what I say, then DON'T LISTEN! There are plenty of self-serving nincompoops out there who will salivate over every opinion you have, and just say "okay, Spike, sure Spike, get 'em Spike" (old Looney Toons skit for those of you cartoonily challenged), but that's not me.

Many people want to knock you down. I guess it's a jealousy thing, that they can't stand to see someone happier than they are. Instead of getting off their rears and just running past you, they want to throw an anchor on your heels so that you stop running.

Then there are all these loonies who think their version of God is telling them to kill everyone who doesn't believe in their extreme muslim views. See, that seems like a flawed idea to me. How do they get more money in the offering plate if they keep killing people off? Not that it should be the reason to recruit new people to your faith, but you'll never grow a church by killing off potential applicants. Oh yeah, they just have about 50 kids, lock their wives (yes, multiple) in a closet afterward and beat their kids over the head with swords until they have them chanting how crappy America is. Terrorism is simply an extreme version of the anchor-on-the-heels folks above. They don't have running water except for their potty bucket, so they want us to live in the same filth they do.

With regards to the above, I find one of the largest challenges in being a Christian is to NOT seek revenge when someone screws you over. We are actually called to pray for our enemies. I think creating nuclear fission in the palm of my hand with a cracker jack box and an ice pick is easier than that. It just shows how amazing Christ is, that when He was hanging bloody on a cross for OUR sins, he simply asked God to forgive the people that had done that to Him, because He said they didn't know what they were doing. So, when you see a Christian and say "why would I want to be a Christian, they are so hypocritical?", the truth is, ALL Christians are hypocrites. Gal 2:16 says "(We) know that a person is not justified by works of the law but through faith in Jesus Christ". That doesn't mean that Christians can go acting nuts, it simply means that Christians are forgiven through admission of sin and accepting Christ as our savior. The acceptance of Christ as our savior does mean that our ways should have changed, but we still make mistakes and slip up. Christians struggle daily with how to live in this world, but not let the world live in us. It is a difficult journey, but my only hope is that I am able to point God out to others and that God will then work on them to understand what He's all about.

Okay, so this post went from one complete end to the other. But, I'm not paid for this (unless someone wants to start paying me for my writer's spew) so I will rant as it comes. Thanks :)

On Hold and other fun

2004-07-30T12:59:00.000-04:00

So, I'm sitting on hold for one of our providers today, and the music keeps looping through just one song. After faintly paying attention, I realize the song that is playing is none other than Richard Marx' "Right Here Waiting for you". Now, either someone is a big Richard Marx fan, or the more likely scenario, they chose this very fitting title to let play while they leave you on hold for an oscene amount of time!!!

Have you ever wanted to run someone off the road? I had a guy this morning try to pass on the shoulder of a two lane road. He was in a Suburban, I in a mere 4-cylinder Ford Ranger. I started to put the block on him, but realized that he would cream me so I moved toward the center line. Sure enough he stays on the shoulder and makes the pass. I was so tempted to cut the wheel right and send this SOB into the trees. Better him than some innocent soul just driving their kiddies back from soccer practice. One can only hope he will remove himself from the gene pool soon, without suffering someone else.

I was lucky enough to work from home today, a perk I will soon give up when I start my new job. It is nice to be able to work all day with your hair still standing up on end, but it gets old quick. The day goes SO much longer, and you get bored much more easily. Of course, it keeps me from having to drive in the traffic I deal with every day, so that is certainly a plus.

Hope you enjoyed watching John Kerry speak last night. I think I must have eaten some bad meat last night, because I thought he did a good job. If he actually meant 1% of what he said, I might just buy it. Unfortunately, as one guy put it, he tried to sound like a centrist when in reality he is a socialist. He has this wonderful plan of taking more taxes from the hardest working Americans (the rich) and giving it to the laziest Americans (the poor). Now many poor people got there due to circumstances out of their control, but there are many more that throw their hands up and quit just because a marble is sharper than they are. Those are the people that irritate me. So, if the Democrats win, just quit your decent paying job and work at McD's, you will end up making more money since everyone else will pay your tax burden for you. Until next time!

Democratic Convention

2004-07-28T08:02:00.000-04:00

Well, I pretty much am convinced that we are all screwed. Much like not being able to look away from a gruesome car crash, I had to watch last night's speech by Teresa Kerry. All I can say is if the Kerry's take the White House, it's time to start getting scared. It's not that I have a problem in disagreeing with what these morons have to say, but it really ticks me off that nearly half of our country believes what people like Michael Moore say is the truth! Between them and the self-righteous Hollywooders, our country is on the verge of hell. I sometimes think our forefathers, and especially those who died for our freedoms, are doing somersaults in their graves right now. Rolling over in their grave wouldn't be enough.

On a different note, I have come to the realization that it is okay for people to come to a complete stop in the middle of the freeway during rush hour. Apparently I missed the memo on this. I had two boobs come to complete stops because they wanted to cut people off to go another direction on the freeway. Mind you that had these oblivions waited in line with the other law-abiding citizens that the two southbound lanes would not have been stop and go. Instead, due to their inconsiderate nature, the rest of us poor souls have to add 15 minutes to our drive. Thankfully for the craphole city I live in I do not drive a tank. Else I would have vaporized about 50 people yesterday.

I have also come to learn that rain causes your cars engine to slow rapidly from 70 down to 50. I was behind a guy in the fastlane yesterday who was barely going the speed limit, and once a drop of rain started to fall he SLAMMED on his brakes. Needless to say I made up some new words for him.

I won't turn this blog into a political thing because I want to enjoy it more, I am just ticked about all the crap slewn on my tv screen last night by these pious idiots. Politicians are such a waste of our money that it just irks me for the day.

I am sure after today that I will have more fun things to say about the wonderful people I encounter on a daily basis. Until then!