I didn’t add cigarettes, since technically one does not consume them. But maybe I should have.
I think sixteen beers ought to do it- on a weeknight, anyway.
Granted, the FDA food recommendations have come a long way from the “four food groups” that we grew up with. That “Food Pyramid” thing was just about impossible to fathom. Now they’re telling people to visualize their plate. Perhaps just telling people to save half of what’s on their plate for tomorrow would be much more effective.
For a minute I mistook Janet Napolitano for Henry Kissinger, until I remembered Henry’s a Republican, and he wears glasses.
I have to say I happened upon the Sad Hill site and I am finding it most entertaining, though in a sort of sad way. I know lampooning the government is as old as the Republic itself (and remember, kids, as my 8th grade history teacher drilled into our heads: “Our country is NOT a democracy, it is a representative republic.”) I admit my distinct right wing bias, and I also admit that I lampoon the loony left whenever I get a chance.
At least the hand dryer at Target isn’t blowing hot air AND lying.
Wherever Miss (never “Ms.”) Barker is, (I hope she is still in the realm of the living, though I know she has long since retired from teaching) I would love to thank her for her contribution to my love of history and for encouraging people to engage in critical thinking. She is the one who told us the Soviet Union would fall before 1990…in 1981. She also let us know the Soviets were not the real Nemesis of the World, as they could not sustain themselves economically and they would implode from within. The distinction of being the real world villains would belong to the Middle East and radical Islam- back when all we saw of radical Islam was a few nut jobs in Iran. The sad thing is- unless something starts going right for a change- I would be afraid to hear her predictions for ten years from today.
It’s too bad that students of history like Miss Barker aren’t the ones deciding foreign policy. Unfortunately we have a president who instead of standing up to terror and injustice abroad, he hides behind Hillary Clinton’s pantsuit and refuses to take the blame for a criminal lapse in security even in our own embassy! Unlike Reagan, who stood up to the failure of communism, pleading, “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!,” Obama hangs out with Letterman, Beyoncé and Jay-Z, smiling for the cameras and schmoozing with the “stars” instead of making time to speak with the prime minister of Israel. I understand Netanyahu is probably not nearly as “fun” as the Hollywood nut crowd, and he’s not as likely to contribute to B.O.’s campaign as is the Muslim Brotherhood or Hamas, but Israel is our only real friend in the Middle East. Obama seems to like screwing that up.
On a more pleasant, non political note (for those who might like it when I write funny stuff, but wonder why I am so into conservative politics) I came across some artwork that reminded me of my childhood:
I’m glad I generally got along with my Dad.
Of course I found this assignment intriguing, so I had to answer these for myself:
As I said, Dad and I usually got along. I deserved the air hammer- but luckily, he missed.
The only thing I can recall that Dad did that really was unfair/out of line with me was to force me to be in my oldest sister’s wedding. First of all she doesn’t like me in the first place, and the feeling is quite mutual. This was the sadistic harpie who beat the living hell out of me almost daily for years. That didn’t completely stop until I sent her to the hospital to get stitches in her mouth because she took my car without permission. Why she wanted me in her wedding was entirely beyond me. I was also going through a divorce at the time and had next to no money. I know she was the Bridezilla from hell and I think Dad got tired of her whining about me trying to graciously decline being in her wedding. I don’t know why she cared, other to deliver one sadistic last laugh at me. She has scads of more attractive and far wealthier friends who would have been glad to take my place. At least I have the hollow glee of being the fugliest thing in her pictures.
It’s pretty heartless to expect someone to be in your wedding who a.) doesn’t like you to begin with, b.) is going through a divorce, and c.) can’t afford to waste money on a road trip she doesn’t have time to take and on a fugly dress she’ll only wear once. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- the cruelest thing a woman can do to her unfortunate friends, or even more unfortunate relatives, is to ask her to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. Trust me. I wish Dad would have defended me on that one, but otherwise I can’t complain. I got pretty lucky in that particular lottery.