June 17, 2012

Big Soda and in our faces government

I know I must be getting old, I seem to take current events with a shrug and a oh well.  Hazel, the woman I live with, is another matter all together.  She still has some fire that can generate anger when certain things happen that seem stupid to her.  For instance, the latest brouhaha taking place in NYC concerning our right to drink as much sugared soda as we want.  Hazel believes vehemently that we have the right to guzzle it until it gushes out of our ears if we so wish.  I do too actually, but about all I can generate in the way of anger is not much.  I can generate a smile over the stupidity of it all, but not enough to think of marching or picketing the mayors house.  This cover of the New Yorker by Owen Smith is great.  It took me a moment to to get it, but it's great.

June 11, 2012

thinking is sometimes hard

It hurts my head thinking about the health dilemma. If only we could hire someone to think for us and decide what is best for the country. Oh wait, we already do that don't we? It's something called a congress. We voted them in. We picked the best thinkers in the country. Oh jeeze, did we? I certainly don't know what is the right thing to do. But is it conceivable that this finagling with the medicare plan is causing, or has caused all our economic woes? Perhaps the president could just recall all his proposed changes and forget it for a while, and try again another day or year.

June 9, 2012

Garrison Keillor and one of his cat songs

Garrison Keillor has a whole album with cat songs. If you've ever been 'owned' by a cat, you will find the cat that allows you to feed him and let him spend most nights in your house among the songs.

June 8, 2012

I guess we really need a president, but sometimes....

Not meant as a political knock against the president, BUT like most of Washington and New York pols they really don't breath the same air as most of us do. Of course I thought that Obama would have a better feel for the average citizen. Naw he seems to have the same concern for Mr. John Doe as does Mr. Romney of the 250 million dollar net worth.