Scribblings

I know all I want to know about Jesus already so please don’t knock on my door or stuff papers into my door meant to tell me about him. I’m thrilled for you that you find this wonderful and exciting. Respect my right to not get all giddy about it and to NOT want to stand in my doorway with three hysterical barking dogs while you ignore my attempt at being polite and continue on about trying to save my soul. I don’t need you to save it. I’m doing just fine by myself.

How about if we banish all political ads from all tv channels except for one created exclusively to run them. Then, anyone with the masochistic desire to see the same thing over and over and over and over again, can go to that channel and watch it till their brains turn to mush and their hair turns gray while the rest of us enjoy political free tv.

I checked my bank account and my tax check has been deposited. I no longer owe the federal government money. I feel better. I hate owing. And next year I’ll have straightened out my social security money in such a way as to go back to my lifelong habit of getting a refund. This year will then be deposited into the same black hole to which I’ve consigned my misbegotten marriage.

If I wasn’t going to vote for Mark Begich before, I am now just to annoy whoever it is (Koch brothers) running those incessant ads that make me want to run screaming from the room. It must be nice to be so rich you can buy the majority of airtime available on any given channel to run half truths and outright lies. Yep, politics continues to be the sleaziest business in town. Sorry Whitekeys. The Fly By Night Club at its sleaziest could not hold a candle to the political sleaze already evident this campaign season.

I have a robin that sits atop my bird feeder every day sunning herself. It is the fattest robin I have ever seen. If it gets any fatter, it will have to take the bus instead of flying to its nest. This momma is fat, happy and ready for the kids to come. The problem is that her girth may make that nest crash to the ground. I will try to get a picture but she is very camera shy. The minute she sees me lurking at the window, she politely poos and then flies off. But I will continue

When I heard that David Letterman was ending his late night show, my heart was broken. I’ve followed him forever and couldn’t even imagine watching anyone else. And then Stephen Colbert was picked for his replacement and my late nights are safe again. Welcome aboard, Stephen. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with late night. I know it will be amazing and another reason to stay up late.

Last night on TV there were four… count them, FOUR… political ads in a row either touting Begich or burning him. Do those people who put the ads on realize just how annoying it is to have it starting so early and be so persistent. At this point, I’d vote for Begich just to annoy all those assholes.  And now it’s on my words with friends ads too. Is there no place left in the world to hide?

Since voting has now become a somewhat useless exercise given that corporations will be able to easily buy whatever politicians they choose, instead of bothering with election day, the corporations will unveil our new leaders in spiffy Superbowl ads. That will get the word out to more Americans than any other method and they can learn something while eating nachos and watching sports. It’s a win-win for everyone. Thanks Supremes!