Well, the nation asked for change, and change they got. Obama told McCain he would observe federal spending limits if McCain did. McCain agreed and kept his word. Obama let the Democrats talk him out of keeping his promise, so he broke it and out-spent McCain about 5:1, assuring his "victory". My Democrat friends are ecstatic, and there is much back-slapping in the hallways. I wonder if I were to go out and rob a convenience store would they be congratulating me on being such a "successful businessman"?
Had Obama won honestly, I'd be tipping my hat to him right now and calling him Mr. President. But he didn't... so all I can do is sigh and ponder why America spent so much money just to put another dishonest black family into government housing....
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Journey of a Thousand Miles
... begins with finding your car keys.
July 4th seems like an appropriate time to launch my own blog. A nation that continues to become more dependent on everything except self-reliance probably could use some help in the Independence department. I guess we call it Independence Day because it's a day pretty much unrelated to the actual signing of the Declaration of Independence. I'll leave it up to the brighter reader to figure out what that statement was all about.
One of my neighbors is putting on a pretty fair fireworks show in his front yard. Completely illegal, of course, but here in Rural, Vermont, we're not overly concerned with the letter of the law. After he's finished, maybe I'll pull out some of my own and fire some counter-battery. War is Hell when you're almost out of Mojito and you can't find your car keys to fetch more.
Happy 4th of July, folks...
July 4th seems like an appropriate time to launch my own blog. A nation that continues to become more dependent on everything except self-reliance probably could use some help in the Independence department. I guess we call it Independence Day because it's a day pretty much unrelated to the actual signing of the Declaration of Independence. I'll leave it up to the brighter reader to figure out what that statement was all about.
One of my neighbors is putting on a pretty fair fireworks show in his front yard. Completely illegal, of course, but here in Rural, Vermont, we're not overly concerned with the letter of the law. After he's finished, maybe I'll pull out some of my own and fire some counter-battery. War is Hell when you're almost out of Mojito and you can't find your car keys to fetch more.
Happy 4th of July, folks...
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