ON VACATION - BLOGGING WILL BE LIGHT - IF AT ALL
Wisconsin Billboard Advocating the POTUS be Impeached
I admit it... there are many philosophical, governmental, business, and ethical issues on which the POTUS and me would strongly disagree. I would be being less than honest if I claimed I didn't wish the POTUS were a different individual. One whose governing practices and philosophy of government more closely resembled that of Founding Fathers and responsible independent modern conservatives. The reality is however just this. The people of the United States elected this man to the highest office in the land for four years. He has served as POTUS for just over one year and we are seeing Impeach Obama signs on a major highway in Wisconsin. Obviously somebody in Wisconsin certainly does not like this POTUS very much. The unnamed company, presumably a small one, has paid to have the billboard displayed for six months at one thousand dollars a month. I am sure those collecting the six thousand dollars and the sign company are all to happy to collect...
pppppffffffffffffftttttttttt....waz this 'vacation' schtick? Youse probly just in the basement drinking beer and eating crackers and sardines.
ReplyDeleteGosh, how did ya guess? Planned to do that after arriving back home from the beer and sausage fest. :-)
DeleteIs it a VAcation or a STAYcation?
ReplyDelete1/2 and 1/2.
DeleteOr a praycation? Like not, given your stance on religion.;-)
ReplyDeleteI plan to pray to the gods of reason and logic over beer and sausage that republicans, democrats, conservatives, and progressives start looking beyond the absurd.
ReplyDeleteI know, this will happen when the god of lslam and the god of christianity start getting along.
Looking forward to the beer and sardines.
Sardines? Reminds me of this poem by Frank O'Hara:
ReplyDeleteWHY I AM NOT A PAINTER
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
--Frank O'Hara
I like the ones with mustard.
Deleteya, I like dem mustard sardines too, but Shaw, was alla dis Orange stuff?
ReplyDeletesee, I am not a painter, I am not a poet.... I am a jokester
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you going to let me in?