Morning starts too early in the day.
What I’m listening to now: Amazing Grace by Laura Love from her album Octaroon. (Stick with it, it has a great payoff)
Here’s the quote I mentioned last night on Conflucians Say:
"Should any political party attempt to abolish social security, unemployment insurance, and eliminate labor laws and farm programs, you would not hear of that party again in our political history. There is a tiny splinter group, of course, that believes that you can do these things. Among them are a few Texas oil millionaires, and an occasional politician or businessman from other areas. Their number is negligible and they are stupid."
President Dwight D. Eisenhower, l952-----
The Catfood Commission is going to eliminate Social Security. It can’t hold together if recipients are split into full bennies versus skimpy to nonexistent bennies. By the way, there are many jobs (including mine) that require deft hand-eye coordination. Workers 70 years old are going to have a hard time doing them. That is IF they are lucky enough to still have a job by then.
Edgeoforever has a round up of the headlines on Obama’s “Are you going to take your dishes and go home?” speech.
Um, Yeah. He kind of reminds me of that asshole boyfriend we’ve all had. They do something clueless and self-centered and then are bewildered when you get pissed off about it. “Whuh?! What are mad about? You must be on the rag.”
Get a clue, Jane, Markos, Glenn. He is trying to feminize you. He wants to make you look weak. He’s portraying you as whiners. Daring you to leave. Are you going to put up with that? Or are you going to pick up a shred of dignity and let him deal with the rent money?
If 2008 is any indication, you’ll cave to the pressure and he’ll take it as a sign that he can do whatever the f$^* he wants andyou’ll come crawling back.
Oh, my man, I love him so
He’ll never know
All my life is just despair
But I don’t care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright all right
What’s the difference if I say
I’ll go away
When I know I’ll come back on my knees someday
For whatever my man is
I am his
Pack up his $%^@, wait til he goes out and change the locks. He’s not going to change.
Some people never learn.
The rest of us holdouts don’t do dishes anyway and we’re just going to keep on singing:
Here’s a little ditty Brook brought back from her trip to France this summer where she learned all about French pop music. It’s so damn catchy. :