We may lose and we may win, though we will never be here again

I’m sure we’ve all gotten one or two of these recently. Like it matters any more. Everybody is out of the pool except for a couple of candidates and it’s not even Super Tuesday. One of the things that has always pissed me off was the first Presidential election I was able to vote in. It was November, 1980 and I was planning on voting when I got home from work. As I was driving to the poll, they announced that Jimmy Carter had seceded to Reagan. The California polls were still open, it was my first Presidential election and I didn’t matter. So I voted for John Anderson. He got 7% of the popular vote. I could have cared less about the guy, it was my way of saying, yeah I do matter dammit. So six days out from when I get to vote, they’re dropping like flies. Edwards and Guiliani dropped out yesterday, Fred Thompson a couple of days ago, (although I’m not sure he counts, he didn’t seem that invested in the process) Kucinich last week, it’s basically a two horse race on the Democrat side and just a matter of time until Huckabee and Paul go away on the Republican side. Now we’re back to picking the ones that are least offensive. I’m sad that these others have dropped out. I’m aggravated at the media for not giving everyone equal air time at these debates. And I was really hoping for a food fight. I think I’m voting for Mike Gravel, just because I’m pissed off.

I’m really sick and tired of the media trying to tell us what to do and how to feel. I think it reached critical mass for me after 9/11. At the time I worked for Morgan Stanley. Their headquarters was located in the World Trade Center and I had worked there during the month of May, 2001. Here they are telling their audience in the banners “Time to Mourn”, then “Time to Heal”. Really? Five days later you’re going to tell a wife and mother in New Jersey that it’s time to get over the loss of her husband in the worst terrorist attack in the history of this country? Really? She has seen her husband’s office building burn and implode ad nauseum on a 24 hour loop for the last three days, but now it’s time to heal? That did it for me with the media. You can report it, but don’t tell me how to feel. And now they’re driving the Presidential Election and that pisses me off.

Now for some bon mots and cheap shots.

From the comments drawer, this little gem showed up and might be missed by some of our gentle readers, sooooo, as a public service, because that’s how we roll, reprinted here …

1. Patty Hauptman is in for a huge surprise. A top San Francisco law firm has taken, on a contingency basis !! the case of a senior manager of Alliance and after review of contracts , etc is very confident of their ability pursue not only Mercury, their insurance carriers and the Hauptmans personally. Buckle your seat belts this is going to get interestingComment by jensen — January 31, 2008 @ 11:35 am

I’m getting me some buttered popcorn for that! And from the Wine Dog’s inbox:

…wanted to let you know that I SO value your level of experience! I’ve
been involved in the same conversation about outsourcing for Escrow
Officers, of which I feel the same way! Great, good for me, I’ll be bustin’
tail…no one in the shoot to be trained and just where will it all go like
when for instance…I RETIRE?! Leave…croak? Sheesh!!! And seriously, this
was the Presidents response, “what do you care you’d be retired we’ll figure
something out by then” Just where and how do the title companies convince
themselves the consumer would be better served? Incredible!*

Aw shucks!

And about that little devil dog of mine…

I’ve got a woodpile in the back yard. In that woodpile, on account of the fact that the weather has been so crappy, a family of rodents has taken up residence. Rita wants desperately to, I don’t know, probably devour the rodents. So when put out she zeros in on and climbs all around the wood pile.


And forgets to do what she is out there to do in the first place. Tonight I will have to unstack the woodpile and dismantle the mouse house just so I can get my dog to crap in the back yard. It’s really going to suck to be me tonight. She’s also going to the vet for her first trip with me. She won’t let me pick her up to weigh her. The first time I got away with it and she weighed 49 pounds. The second time, she tore my shirt off of me and never got weighed. The third time, I did it very gently and she was fine until she was airborne. Then she thrashed like a alligator in the everglades trying to escape a alligator wrestler. I set her down as quickly and gently as I could, but my arms and stomach, which were uncovered because I didn’t want her to tear another shirt off of me, were thrashed. And never got weighed. So I give up. I’m paying to see the vet so I can have her weighed on their scales and then take her back to check her weight weekly with a clear conscience.

And finally

File this under “Things are rough all over”.