Dream about the days to come

Must be the season of the witch

ORTC announced yesterday.  And then they ducked.  The shoes thrown from the audience went sailing over their heads.  Ouch.  That’s a lot of scratch.  Still A to Z has the balls to hang on to his core staff and we salute him for that.  Can’t wait for the rest of the announcements.  FNF on Wednesday February 4th and FAF on February 26th.  Dinty Moore steps up to the plate on February 19th.  And NASCAR Teddy?  I guess he’s down at the Gobment office trying to get his COBRA straightened out.

The Rules of Law School

First rule of law school: Don’t sue anybody that doesn’t have any money.  These guys must have missed that day.  Speaking of missing days at Law School, The Constitution.   It’s really not the long of a document.  A lot of stuff is just spelled out in it simply.  Like this:

Before he enter on the Execution of his Office, he shall take the following Oath or Affirmation:

“I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

It’s one sentence.  Roberts could have fit it on the back of a business card or written it on his palm or clipped it to whatever the hell he was holding.  Am I not surprised a Bush appointee couldn’t get the Constitution right?  Are any of us?  And finally, the Second Rule of Law School:  If you can’t tell who the asshole in class is after the first 15 minutes, it’s probably you.  This actually applies to any structured learning situation.  Real Estate classes in particular.


I’m actually heading out on a vacation next week.  I have no idea where I’m going to be, how I’m getting there or what’s going to happen when I get there.  I’m not much of a control freak, but I do like to have a skeletal structure in place.  I don’t have this going on for this trip and it’s a little nerve wracking.  And I haven’t been out of the country since 1979.  Granted they didn’t like us much then either, and I don’t think it matters that much in Mazatlan, it’s just that I think about that sort of thing.  And Sully isn’t flying my plane.  And I’m concerned about getting some parasite or bacteria or weird bug.  And I should probably just calm down and take my golf clubs with me, but I don’t want to lug them.  Jury’s still out on that one.  I did have a dog psychic talk to the Hellhoundz and let them know that even though they’re going to a kennel not to worry, I will be back in six nights.  Yeah, I’m a little tweaked about this trip.  She said Bubba already knew about the trip but that Rita was concerned about being cold at night.  I’ll be sure she has a warm bed.

1-22-bubba Mom, you’re an idiot.  Love, Bubba.

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