Tweet This

There's something unsettling about hearing a television commentator, specifically when one of them is commenting on the economy, talk about Twittering. To hear Ali Velshi of CNN say the word, "Tweet," really diminishes his authority on the subject. I'm all for new communication vehicles. But, let's leave the Twittering to Miley Cyrus and the like.

As somewhat of a non sequitur, it kills me that House Republicans are going on about "spending." Suddenly, after blowing through nearly/more than a trillion dollars in budget surplus and creating the biggest government in history, they are concerned about "spending."

I think that they believe their grand plan to dumb down the populace, through a lousy education system and the processed-food-industrial-complex, has surely been successful. Because, they seem to think that we are stupid and have no memory. That we can't make the connection between the eight years of their reign and the current condition of the country - oh, hell, let's just say it - the world. God bless 'em. They've got big ones.

I say eight years, but let's be honest and call it the thirty years since The Gipper took office. God, it's been a long road. And, politics aside, I look at the facts and see that we now live in a country where the divide between rich and poor is greater than ever before, 46 million people don't have health insurance, obesity is rampant, twenty-five percent of kids drop out of high school, people all over the world think we are arrogant and some of them would like to kill us....I could go on. My point is, how have these years served us, The People? Unless you believe that no one has had any control over any of this, then you have to conclude that we have been had. Without lubrication.

I Never Knew

I watched The Pope of Greenwich Village for the first time tonight. Beyond the obvious talents of Rourke and Roberts, I found myself asking why anyone would cast Daryl Hannah in anything. Can you say, "flat?" I don't get it. Never have. Although, I do think we share similar world/political views. Go figure.

Mickey (he spells it like the Mouse) is great, but I think Eric Roberts shows real genius in his portrayal of a pseudo-goomba, considering that he's born in Biloxi, MS. Nice perm. His intensity is...well...intense. He should work more. A few years ago, I heard that he gave up smoking pot after twenty five years. That must have been some habit.

It should be noted that, during the late eighties and early nineties, I went through an "Eric Roberts phase" (my then-roommate worked at a video store and supported my habit); I'm not sure how I missed out on this gem.

It Only Gets Worse

It's only been a few weeks since I mentioned it here, but my Progressive-Insurance-Girl thing has only gotten more vociferous. She just irritates the shit out of me and I'm pretty sure that I have the opposite reaction from what the ad folks intended for viewers - I change the channel and swear to myself that I will never use Progressive Insurance, ever.

Oh, Yes He Did

"You know, you have such a stunningly superficial knowledge of what went on that it's almost embarrassing to listen to you."
These are the words said by former National Security Adviser, Zbigniew Brzezinski, in reference to his host/interviewer, Joe Scarborough (himself, a former U.S Congressman) on MSNBC's Morning Joe.

It had to have been especially uncomfortable for Zbig's daughter, Mika, who plays foil to Scarborough every weekday morning. "But, Dad, I have to work with him."

I love discourse but Joe is a windbag and he bugs me.

Tawk Amongst Yourselves

This morning, I heard someone say the words, "income equality," in reference to the Obama presidency. How DO you spell halleluja?

Discuss.

I Piss Myself Off

It's taken me less than a month of this blogging business to realize that I am not really all that fussy about stuff.
Oh,sure, there are some things that have always rubbed me the wrong way, but after dumping about them, I don't have much ammo. I really have to reach, which takes the sting out of my supposed/alleged gig.
But, have no fear. I will continue to search for and dredge up that which really bugs me. Because, there's only so much Pollyanna any of us can take.

Excuse Me But You're Idling

God dammit. It freaks me out when someone (btw, it's usually a dude) sits in their car and lets the engine run for any length of time. It's especially offensive when the vehicle in question is a diesel.

I always want to approach the culprit, but I don't want to be one of those nutbag women that run around trying to impose their ideals on other folks. I am unable to be anything but blunt and, ask those who know me, I can be abrasive.

I do believe that there is an awareness level that just hasn't yet breached the idiot levee.

Because, how can you explain it otherwise?