It’s Thursday, July 30, 2009 and it seems that threats and posturing is the way to go. There were a couple of guys here first thing this morning to work on the AC in my office and viola! There is now cool air coming out of my vent. Now, if I don’t get a reserved parking space, right out front…
So it looks like support might, just maybe, be slipping for President Obama’s vision hallucination for America’s health care. See! The more people that read this thing, the more people going “Huh? What the hey IS this?” Even Instain Caveman is confused!
Now, I personally think that opinion polls are about as useful in measuring public opinion as tea leaves, but they are pretty useful in forming or directing public opinion. That’s why I’m surprised to find a number of polls (even one on the Obama Network – msnbc) are being released that show a decline in support for the president’s health care plan. I gottah wonder, who did President Obama just recently piss off? It wasn’t that long ago that if you wanted to see/hear ANY criticism of the president, you had to go to Fox. Now even his network cheerleading team is publishing less than hip-hip-hooray.
In other news, a quick drive-by of the local help-wanted boards shows some slim pickings. I guess the first thing I gottah finger out is what the heck I want to do for a living. It goes without saying that it’s gottah pay at least what I’m getting now and it damn sure can’t involve dealing with people who have less intelligence than yellow squash.
But I’m looking at the non-tech jobs and pret’near everything listed makes me say “Whew! I’m glad I don’t do THAT for a living.” There’s GOT to be something that a guy with a bachelor degree in computer science and 15 years of “computer stuff” can do for a living that pays well and does not involve computers or the people that use them.
In other news, tonight is the much touted “beer summit” at the White House. The President will be sharing brewskis with Professor Gates and Sergeant Crowley, the cop who busted him for being an asshat. Now, I’ve long held that a number of our problems today can probably be solved if the participants would just sit down and imbibe (just a little) together. We’d of course need to stop short of drunkenness, because drunks trying to solve a problem is a sure-fire way to make things 100 times worse.
The trouble is with the President’s beer selection – Bud Lite. Come on, Mister President, girl beer? Don’t get me wrong, I drank Bud Lite before. Before I got a job. Would it have killed you to drink a real beer? Believe me when I say that if Al Qaeda saw you drinking a Miller High Life, they’d think twice about continuing their bullshit. With a Bud Lite, you’re all but inviting them to hold a parade in Washington, DC.
At the very least, the President would be seen as large and in charge, at least of this particular summit if he has a cold Miller in his mitt. I mean who is gonna take seriously anybody drinking a Bud Lite? Hopefully, Gates and Crowley won’t beat up the President and take his wallet.
Bud Lite? Just how far are we willing to fall?
In other news, Tyler has not yet defined his plan where Morgan is concerned. It may be necessary to have a sit-down to work out a schedule (when they start dating in earnest, when they start going steady, when the engagement, etc) in order to make things happen in due course. I will be happy to sketch out a basic timeline, subject to good faith negotiations. That or a sack full of rocks.
Gavin on the other hand, has not even stated (or had imposed upon him) his intentions where Jennifer is concerned. It may be a simple matter of having a strong sense of self preservation in that I am the kind of guy who would poke someone into a sack of rocks and heave them into the river. But only if I’m really pissed off. It’s more likely that I would just hit him with a sack of rocks and make him jump in the river on his own accord. I gottah be pretty far up the Josey to actually put someone IN a sack of rocks.
So, we have two fellows with designs on daughters of mine whose plans and intentions are unknown to this father. Like Socrates once said: “Beware of that Rich guy. He’ll put you in a sack of rocks and throw you in the river.”
