The Republicans' answer to everything is to obstruct legislation, then when it passes they vow to repeal it.
They need to realize that in this country we want problems solved. We don't just want Congress to dink around and get nothing done. And we don't want everything to be obstructed, then repealed. Let's make some progress.
They are not governing. The Republicans we currently suffer are nothing but vandals.
Over a month ago I was writing about the little oak trees that pop up all over on my yard.
I've been mowing them down for well over a month and they keep popping up. It's ridiculous. I'm hoping that at some point they will come to the end of their vitality.
It's really strange. They simply don't give up. You hack them down and they come right back!
You'd seriously think this idiot would be smarter than this. Civilian authority and the military side and all that. What a dope.
I've noticed a shift in my thinking about people.
I recently moved from a small town to a larger town. In the small town, I knew quite a few people, if not by name then at least by their place in the community, tellers, clerks, etc. In the larger town I know virtually no one.
The shift is I'm a lot more suspicious of people the fewer of them I know. I'm starting to blend in as a nameless, faceless person myself.
I've gone from fairly well known to a stranger. And it feels very strange. Not pleasant.
It seems like Watergate happened right about now, around June 17 sometime.
That's one to look up. The third rate burglary.
I was on a bus today, riding along, and I saw a policeman pulled up in a parking lot with his radar gun trained on the traffic in front and behind us.
He looked a little too eager, in my opinion, to catch some poor soul doing something wrong.
So I thought: "You devil, how'd you like it if we did that to you?"
Since I moved a couple months ago, I've had plenty of time to study my new town.
One of my conclusions is that it seems like a town of overachievers. Compared to my old place, where it seemed like everyone was comfortable with whatever level he or she had attained years ago.
This really came screaming home to me today when I was at Dairy Queen. I was sitting there drinking my Moolatte, a frozen coffee flavored drink they have, and I looked over and saw an average guy talking to an average woman. They were both well over 60, I would guess. But they had some important looking legal papers, each with his or her own stack, respectively, and were conferring about technical things, yet not so loudly that I could make out what they were saying (I wasn't trying either.)
That was where I started thinking "a town of overachievers." Because at my old place, this same old couple would be drinking their drink and thinking about nothing. Life would've already passed them by. Something like that.
Then when I was getting ready to leave, in the booth next to them, not in my direct field of vision while I was at my table, there was another guy with some papers, stacked up, and he was examining the stacks, apparently with an eye as to their contents. I didn't examine them myself, but I got the impression that he might be a lawyer, a real estate agent, an editor, or an entrepreneur about to make an important presentation. His papers, stacked as I said, knew where they belonged.
It really hit home with me, this is a town of overachievers. This same guy in my old town would've been sitting at DQ with three kids and no papers. Maybe he's very happy overachieving, but it's too bad he couldn't try his alternate destiny on for size too.
P.S. I like preserving my original messaged, misspelled idea, in this case, "A town of overachievers _ papers at dq maybeeditor"
You want to be a mechanic here? Yeah, you're about the right size. You're hired!"
Original idea sent in with my faulty typing on the phone: "Mechanic? Yeah you r abot riite size_ you r hired"
Since my move, I've kept my dog in my room at night, with the door closed.
Where we lived before, I kept the door open. So the dog would be in the bed with me, then get up in a half hour and leave the room. Before morning, sometime, she would pee on the kitchen floor, or dining area.
But now, originally to keep her from peeing on the kitchen floor in the new place, I keep the bedroom door closed. And she knows the difference. She goes to bed with me and she doesn't get up! She's there all night long!
It's been something like four weeks ... and this dog hasn't gotten out of bed through the night even once. That's some kind of record. Plus it's some kind of habit, and this dog doesn't break habits easily once they're made.
This is one of my really big pet peeves, seeing people smoking outside at a gas station. You want to give them an X-ray of their head to see if there's something in there that's just not computing. After all, isn't what happens when gas and fire meet fairly well known?
A few weeks ago I saw it happening, people smoking about 15 feet from the pump. I went in and complained to the cashier, but he just blew it off. 'They work right over there,' indicating a place inside the gas station, 'and they do that all the time.' OK, I haven't been back to that gas station. Not only that, their receipt printer is permanently broken.
Today I was driving by a BP gas station (a BP!) and someone was on the front step, looking every bit an employee, and she also was smoking. I thought the usual things I think about, like how dense do you really have to be to do this? But in this case I also thought, It's BP, for crying out loud! How stupid are the people who work for this company?
Anyone with any sense would not be smoking with gas pumps right there a few feet away!
This is a sure way to get hot, mow the yard.
I did it tonight and when I got done, I had grass on my arms, and plenty of sweat all over me, including a shirt that I'd sweat through.
I was steamed!
I took a shower over an hour ago, but I'm still a little hot, and sort of uncomfortable.
I waited till about night to do the job, because otherwise I'd be boiling with the sun's heat. It's nice to have the job done, just not that nice doing it.
I have hundreds if not thousands of baby trees coming up in my yard. It's crazy.
This is no way for trees to grow, a few to every inch. If they were allowed to grow up, they'd never make it, since there would be no room for anyone to get big.
So I've been plucking them up, weed whacking them, and, when the time comes, I'll be mowing them.
It's a little sad, since I know we're all trying to save trees. But we can't save every one of the little fellas. Otherwise I wouldn't have any yard, and, like I said, the trees would end up way too thick anyway.
I don't know if people really think I look comfortable in my own skin. I don't, so there's no reason they should think of it.
It's funny, really. Because if anyone should feel comfortable in his own skin, I would think it'd be me. But I sure don't!
Today I was milling around the place where we were about to have breakfast and I was thinking of this. I got up from the waiting bench so someone else would be able to sit, if they wanted. There I was milling around, with nowhere to put my arms. So naturally they're flailing about.
If you cross your arms that makes you looked closed. But if they're just wiggling back and forth, that's a bad look too.
Of course I about tripped over people, with the whole coincidental nature of people turning and trying to walk in the same space.
Finally, while worrying about the parking meter, which I got up to feed, I came back in and my breakfast was hot and steaming, waiting on the table for me. I sat down, the sophisticate at breakfast, and enjoyed it.
We had numerous laughs, which gave me that spontaneous look, no doubt. Then it was time to eat in earnest.
