It’s All in the Poles

Just one minute ago, according to CBS news, they will vote for the CR. “I believe it is my job to make the best choice for the country, to minimize the harms to the American people,” Schumer said. “Therefore, I will vote to keep the government open, and not shut it down.”

Translation, the poles did not look all that great after all. They would have loved to close it down for a week or so to make the Republicans look bad, but they realized… that would not have turned out well.

So, Where’s the Key?

I will save you the whys and wherefores, but I like to do most of my shopping late, as late as I can.

So, tonight, I sat out on getting mostly groceries. However, I did have some other things in mind, specifically socks for one. I sat out a little after nine this evening. Conveniently, I was able to gather most of my stuff quickly, being as the Walmart was not really that crowded. Well, I did have a few run-ins. I ran into two folks twice on my way to get cat-food. Honest, the woman did run right in front of me.

I told her she had the right idea. “Moving targets are always more difficult to hit.” She gave me a polite smile but I don’t think she liked my humor. Either that or she didn’t like having to dodge my buggy.

At any rate, I soon had almost everything I was after. Knowing it was getting close to closing time, I did something I rarely do. I asked directions. The guy in the Walmart vest, had an expression that I was suspicious of. Reluctantly, he pointed and said, “Right over there.” Then he added, “But they are locked up.”

I looked down at the floor for a while then back up at him. “Please tell me you have the key.”

Suffice it to say, I drove home with a completed shopping list, but for one thing. It was the main thing I was after. Now, forgive me. I will need to wear the same socks two days straight.

One more thing. When I go back tomorrow, I’ll need to make sure to check to see if the man with keys is there before going any further. If I have to wait for them, I promise, I will be going elsewhere.

Be advised, theft does have costs besides the monetary ones.

Also, if you plan on getting socks at Walmart, I suggest you go before 5:00 PM

Little afterthought. Maybe the keeper of the key should be required to post some kind of indication, “The key is in.” I mean, why go in there specially for socks only to find out the keeper of the key is not there.

Will They Ever Get it Right?

The radio advertisement on 600 WREC mistakenly attributes the classic James Bond theme “Diamonds Are Forever” to the film Goldfinger, when in fact, Shirley Bassey performed the title song specifically for the Goldfinger movie.

One would assume that after broadcasting a commercial for more than twelve months, any glaring errors would have been identified and corrected. The persistent presence of such a mistake suggests either a deliberate choice or an oversight that has somehow escaped widespread critique, which seems increasingly improbable given the extended period of exposure.

Then again, perhaps revising the advertisement would cost more than preserving their reputation.

The Order Has Gone Out

The minority leader has spoken. The dems, aka the red commies have been told to vote for the shutdown.

Actually, I’m not all that concerned. All the important things will be paid. It’s kind of the way I would prefer it anyway. It would be nice for it to go on for a month or three, maybe a year or three.

It’s The Premise, Stupid

In the political landscape of 1992, James Carville coined the memorable phrase “It’s the economy, stupid,” which became a pivotal campaign slogan. Inspired by his linguistic prowess, I aspire to craft an equally impactful statement in 2025, though the odds of achieving such widespread recognition may be slim. Nevertheless, hope springs eternal in the realm of memorable catchphrases.

Let me share an illustration I previously used, which remains relevant and insightful. While some time has passed since its initial presentation, the core message continues to resonate. Even if you’ve encountered this example before, a refresher can often reveal new perspectives or nuances that might have been overlooked.

On the cusp of legal adulthood, a 21-year-old embarks on a predictable rite of passage, venturing into a local bar with curiosity and youthful naivety. Eager to explore the newfound freedom of being able to legally consume alcohol, he decides to experience the atmosphere and get drunk, just to see what it’s like.

After several Scotch and sodas, he collapses, and his friend is tasked with escorting him home. A familiar scenario for many, he awakens the next morning, suffering from a pounding headache and overwhelming nausea – the dreaded consequences of excessive drinking.

Now when I heard this story, the teller really drew it out. I’ll save you the repetition. I’ll simply say that he gets drunk again on the following two evenings. However, he decides he does not like the hangover thing. So, each time he changes what he mixes with the soda.

After three days of heavy drinking, he realized the allure of intoxication was overshadowed by the brutal aftermath. Determined to solve this dilemma, he made a decisive choice to remove the source of his morning misery. Ergo, he decided to eliminate the common element.

Initially, I found the statement amusing, but upon deeper reflection, I recognized it as a poignant critique of political dysfunction. In modern urban landscapes, citizens repeatedly cycle through elected officials, believing each new leader will miraculously resolve complex systemic challenges.

The fundamental issue lies not with individual politicians, but with the shared ideological framework that underpins their collective approach. The prevailing political narrative fails to deliver meaningful solutions, instead creating a cycle of diminishing returns and increasing societal frustration. Each successive political iteration seems to compound the ineffectiveness of its predecessors, resulting in a progressively more dysfunctional system.

As urban centers continue to decline, a pattern emerges reminiscent of an individual’s struggle with addiction: recognizing the problem only when circumstances become dire. The ongoing exodus from major metropolitan areas signals a potential watershed moment for political understanding and urban transformation, challenging the long-established trajectory of population concentration that defined the industrial era.

Ivermectin Trial Please

Now that things have settled a little and Old Joe and his minions are out of office, let’s conduct rigorous, independent clinical trials to evaluate Invective’s potential effectiveness against China virus. A series of well-designed, double-blind, placebo-controlled studies could provide definitive scientific evidence about the drug’s efficacy, helping medical professionals make informed treatment decisions.

One thing is certain. We need to keep the FDA and all its associates far away from those conducting the tests and the test reports. There are at least three reasons for this, if not more. First and foremost, they have a reputation to defend. They would never want the world to know that they purposely let millions die because of their hard-headed self-interested decisions.

Secondly, the pharmaceutical industry faces potential economic challenges if alternative treatments prove effective, as such discoveries could significantly impact existing vaccine development and distribution strategies, potentially disrupting established financial models.

Finally, the goal is to obtain accurate information from the test. The FDA has had a long history of making errors. Accuracy is not exactly their strong suit.

If Ivermectin works, it might mean an end to the COVID-19 virus, given that Ivermectin is a very inexpensive drug. It might do a better job of eliminating the virus than the highly expensive vaccine.

Then, of course, all those big drug companies would have a bunch of vaccines, wondering what to do with them. Then too, they would lose all the money they have been getting from Uncle Sam for years of future research.

Fauci certainly would not like to see a good positive test for Ivermectin. He just might need to build himself a good fallout shelter at the South Pole to feel safe. Actually, he and his cohorts might want to build a small city down there.

Just as a side note, the “Write Assist” provided by my Kindle would not let me call it China virus. It also rewrote the text to make Fauci and his friends looks, well, not as bad. I guess, if that artificial intelligence were on Fauci’s jury, we’d never get a conviction, would we?

One of the Primary Goals of the Dems

Protect the Department of Education and the bureaucracy that goes with it. They protect the unions that provide the virtual wall of protection they provide that protects even the least qualified teachers.

One of the Primary Goals of the “Trumpers.”

Make sure that the kids get the best education possible. This includes those who cannot afford the advantage of PRIVATE SCHOOLS, to which the wealthy dems send their kids. As an aside, send the teachers who can’t or won’t teach to looking for another job, perhaps one where they will be more productive. (perhaps they will have to go back to college to learn how to do something)

It is ABOUT time our children get the education for which our tax dollars are paying for, even if it means failure of public schools. After all, the purpose is to educate the kids, not babysitting.

Two Questions I’d Like the Answers to Before my Death

Who is Ray Epps, and who has been issuing his paychecks for the last 20 years? All those people in or around the Capitol were thrown into various prison cells on the slimmest of evidence for over four years. Not Ray. He will serve 100 hours of community service after waving and encouraging people into the Capitol Building. I am not sure he will serve that. If he does, it will be under the best conditions.

I figure he had a part in the conspiracy or he knows someone who knows someone. I mean there were people who went to prison for being in the vicinity. He stands outside the building and directs traffic, and he was sentenced to a hand slap, which he never receives.

Even now, after the change of administration, he remains in Arizona in that wonderful weather, apparently totally immune to being touched by anyone. And now, who is it that he works for? Does he work at all, or does he draw some kind of FBI paycheck through back channels?

Do you suppose they would give me an hour or three in an interrogation room with Epps, where he would be required to answer my two questions honestly? It is a cover-up that makes anything done by President Nixon or anyone around him look minor. It is far worse than VP Spiro Agnew ever thought about doing.

I THINK NOT!! I will die not knowing, as the rest of us.