Signs...

So my neighbor was surprised. You think you know a guy after living next door to him but then he goes and does something like put an Obama sign in his yard.

He asked me, "you really voting for Obama?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "I can't. I just don't think this country is ready to have a Muslim as President."

I said, " I don't think he's a Muslim."

He said,"I don't believe that."

If you watched any of the debates you know that some of the charges leveled back and forth were simply best deflected by much better debaters (can I say that word here?) than me. In this case I just mumbled something about how I thought my candidates had a better social justice agenda that seems like it might come closer to ending problems in society with health care, addressing root causes for the need for a law that legalizes abortion, as well as evening out the tax system in favor for the little guy. I could go on, but as I admit, I mumble. I'm just an old peace queer, what do I know.

My neighbor allowed how he was afraid he would be taxed $50,000 if the Democrats got in office. Not a problem for those making less than that these days.

I'm Reading This Week...

It's a thriller.

No spoilers here, get your own copy.

Got a Letter This Morning...

Important stuff. Seems this guy who has his name as the letter head thinks I'm slacking, but still considers me a valued and trusted member of his party.
He says his records indicate that I remain on the sidelines.

I got news for Mr. McCain. I have not been on the sidelines. I have been busy, graduating from college to get back on track after a job layoff. I was busy back in the early 80s, voting against President Reagan as his policies weakened the union I was a member of for 25 years. I was in Austin one time for the Austin against the War march. I know that's not much considering what some sacrifice, but it's the best I could do and it was more respect I felt than any thing else for those the war has made sad. I was in Kilgore that time at a Louie Gohmert lecture when he opened it up for questions and the only way he could respond to my question was that he had been called "the meanest man in Washington" on several occasions. I was also there on a tour of a former President's library, and although I can't agree with all that man did I do see some great things that happened for the people of this country during those years that seemed to have slipped away.

There is some less glamorous stuff, might seem like sideline to you, such as teaching Cub Scouts to fold the flag, helping with adult faith formation and singing in the church choir.

So Mr. McCain, I really don't have the time to help you as you mention in your last paragraph with a contribution of "$100, $50, or even $25" as you suggest and I barely had time to read your P.S at the end where you say "at least $25."

Cleaned out real good...

At least that's what the Doctor who performedmy colonoscopy said today. Funny how just a little bragging on a person like that can make you feel so much better.

Anyway it was no big deal. The cleaning out the night before was not so bad. At the hospital I dressed in a gown and was warned to remove wedding rings and piercings. I rolled to my side and watched a couple of injections go in my IV. Next thing I knew I was sitting in a chair and my wife was there. She said the doctor said there was a lot of twists and turns. I was glad it was interesting for him.

Sometimes people worry they may say stuff when they put you under. You know, embarrassing stuff. Click on the labels below and you will have an idea how it went for me.

Now That You Mention Bigfoot...

I was doing a little yard work and I found this in the yard. It's the scat of a large animal. Not fresh, but I am going to have to start paying more attention around here. Funny that I just mentioned bigfoot in that last post and then I find big poop. Kind of like whenever I mention Dick Cheney on here and then I hear a shotgun blast in the near distance.

Anyway good thing I know how to contact those bigfoot researchers now. Good thing I have some left over Christmas present boxes. I'll pack this stuff up ship it pronto enclosing a note asking if they have ever seen anything like this.

Another busy day. Wish my wife was home to help with this important finding. She thinks I never do squat around here.

Ok, we take a break from New Orleans, more on that later, to report that Lufkin once again gives Nacogdoches a good old fashion whipping in football for the 15th time in a row. Just goes to prove that in Lufkin, we are the good guys. When you even say Nacogdoches it gurgles in your throat like a death rattle.

You can check out a video of the Lufkin Panther Band Drum line in action on our very own youtube channel:
http://www.youtube.com/theolderyouwillget

As I left the game I spotted a young man getting in trouble. He was outside the stadium with doors and trunk of a very nice car all flung open playing loud music to celebrate the Lufkin win. The Nacogdoches Police Department did not like him gloating like this. Rubbing it in I am sure is what they thought and I do mean they as re enforcements were soon to arrive.

Since the officer's attentions were occupied I took a moment to step behind a parked car and empty my bladder of two diet Dr. Peppers I drank during the game and I thought about the state of the world. This law and order thing has just gone too far. There are too many rules. You know, Belichick can't cheat to win at football anymore, they are accusing poor ol O.J. of something he probably did not do again, Scooter Libby just blew a broads cover, that poor man Senator Craig has said he's not gay and now it's down to this young man. Next thing I expect is that some game warden will be shaking Cheney down for a hunting license.

I can understand why anarchy is so popular these days.

Dreaming...

With the nice warm weather and a big lake rodeo planned for the weekend Mr. 100% whether he is right or wrong dreams he is duck hunting.

In the dream me and some unidentifiable folks are on the lake. We have a pretty fast boat, so we are able to cover some ground looking for ducks. It's real important to hunt where the ducks are. Seems that the have that ability to be where you are not. I do not know how many cold mornings I have stood on the bank of a backwater cove only to have the ducks stand on the other side. The next day I would return to stand on that side in the cold dawn, wearing all those layers of clothing that make a quick urination impossible to find that the ducks are standing on the side I stood on yesterday. It's some kind of allegory of life I think.

Any way we arrive at some sort of camping area and decide that this is the place to hunt for some reason. There are duck decoys already in the water, a huge spread of them, and they seem to belong to some Arabic guys. These guys let us take a place near the end of the spread. They are nice (don't tell Cheney I said this) and have better equipment than us. They look cleaner than we are. My children like to point out that I slip in the mud a lot when hunting, but I don't remember doing it in this dream.

Anyway after a bit a couple of ducks fly over. I remember I have my dad's old Model 12 duck gun, a gun I still hunt with today (not TODAY, silly, duck season is closed, but when the time and place are proper) and I point to the ducks. They fly past and when they are gone, I shoot in the air. I hollar to the other guys, "I saw some, I missed."