Ha! Gotcha with that title, huh? My pal Sugar Magnolia posted a funny little political cat-toon on her blog today.....Looks like both of our morning coffees sent us to the keyboard, only mine was prefaced by a stop by Jonco's "Bits and Pieces" site, and a quick glance at a real big boy newspaper, The Houston Chronicle. The common denominator you are screaming "get to the point" about, is stem cells. The article in my paper that caught my eye was one in which it was noted that Rick Perry had injections of stem cells, both in his ailing spine, and intravenously. His spokesperson acknowledged that the treatment was in fact successful in alleviating the Guvner's pain. I suspect that based on the results of the treatment, and the outcome of his death by debate Presidential bid, he'll probably be secretly going back to get two more injections - in his brain and tongue.....
To get Obammy ousted, this could have been a year in which I backslid and voted Republikan, had they trotted out even one horse that wasn't limping (Ron Paul will be on the ticket under the "none of the above" party).
My suggestion? For the short term, buy ammo. For the long term, learn Spanglish and Spanish. You'll likely need the ammo to bribe, barter or shoot your way through Mexico, on your way to your new home in Chile or Paraguay. Thanks for the pic, Jonco.
Born on the bayou where Texas and Louisiana meet on the Gulf Coast. A kid in the '50s, so my heroes were Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, and Buddy Holly and Roy Orbison. Raised in a fishing village, ...Adrift, I grew up on boats and made my money as a kid the way kids in the '50s and '60s did - cutting lawns, throwing a paper and bagging groceries until I was big enough to work on a shrimpboat. Best job I ever had was piloting a ten ton crew boat, worst was probably chopping cotton. I have stood atop Mayan pyramids deep in the Yucatan jungles, and on the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange. I am equally at home at a musical on Broadway, or a honky tonk full of shrimpers and tug boat hands. The best ten years of my life were spent in the '70s in Austin, Texas. The last thirty have been spent in the far western 'burbs of Houston working as a petro gypsy in the engineering business. I have had my share of adventures, several of which I probably shouldn't have survived. I am at age 58, the proud father of twelve and fourteen year old sons, so... Onward through the fog!