By WR Jones
Lordy, you must have heard those political ads on TV. Vote NO, vote YES, vote MAYBE. Unless you are so dense light bends around you, you have to notice the propositions are not even outlined. Further they don’t really mention any actual pros or cons, and they never mention any direct benefit to you.
All you hear is some whimpy emotional appeal like “this will help the little guy”, “this will crush the little guy”, “the <teachers> <police> <firefighters> (pick one) need this or they will quit or maybe even die”. Who gives a shit about those people, really? How will this proposition benefit ME? Answer, no way. It is always going to suck money from my pocket.
I don’t need teachers at all anymore so screw them. And where are the police when you need them? Yesterday I watched this teenage girl driving and talking on the phone – I find this so aggravating, I want the police to arrest her for breaking the law. Of course, it is not as aggravating as when the police are ALWAYS there when I break the law.
I’m just afraid if Obama gets elected he will take away my guns so I can’t arrest that girl myself, or at least fire a warning shot across her hood.
If I were king I would have the propositions fully explained on a PBS channel then have the opposing sides present their case. As it stands we get only “prop”aganda from the side with the most money. This seems to work for those rich power interests solely due to the staggering number of stupid people in the world. You people don’t know who you are, do you?
For awhile, on my walk yesterday, I was thinking we should just kill those people who spew bullshit with no content. Then I had an epiphany realizing I might be the head of such group. Hold ‘er there Newt, let’s not be hasty.
Enough politics, Erin M.
I call this painting “The Green Bottle”. Pretty spiffy name, ya think? I’ve always had a way with words. It is amazing how I can, through the written language, connect an image to the cosmos. Well, alright, numnuts, you come up with a better name – and it can’t be white table or pink flowers as I’ve already considered those.
If I don’t get an offer on this painting by 5:00PM Pacific time I’m going to drop this puppy into the woodchipper. Not my woodchipper, of course, the neighbor’s. My yard is a big enough mess already what with the rusted mattress spring, old fridge (the kids love to play in this), and tractor tires. I get a letter practically every day from the association complaining – meddling old biddies.
So PETA, let your conscience be your guide.