Crossing the T

Forever indebted to you...Pelosi, and those who spent before us

This is terribly depressing...that bottom line of unfunded liabilities.    We will be forever indebted to those who spent before us.

The battle lines are drawn...

Like I wrote about suits, Pelosi in her light purple suit and over-sized pearls, feigning femininity, strolling with that ridiculously, permanently strained grin and that enormous gavel. She is a caricature of democracy.  She'd use that gavel on somebody's head if she could, figuratively only I hope, but yet I wonder.  She probably had something like it in her hand as she corrupted her way into the votes.

...the battle lines are drawn...I'm glad to join the fight.

The Demon's passing

It's all up for grabs in the next 12 or so hours. Pelosi and her bribing team, towing Obama's sinking ship...passing one of the worst pieces of legislation.  Ugh. Glad to be volunteering for a healthcare organization Monday evening...the battle is on.

A Presidency unravels before our eyes...and, I can't believe I'm writing it, even the press is on to it.  This has to be one of the more pathetic White House Press Secretary performances in years...

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvxETJGdeX0

Not suited for me...

Who decided suits should define business attire?  I have to wear them everyday in my new job.  I've tried on too many.  They all make me look like a brick. The ones in the shops right now are dreadful.  And I have to buy them. Spring ones. Ugh. I try them on and look in the mirror and it feels like I'm trying to aspire to be "Hillary Clinton all pant suited up" or Pelosi who also dons that all suited up look, but tries a pretty color every now and then. But, as Pelosi reminds us, it's nearly impossible to be truly feminine by hiding behind pastels and pinks, while shoving constitution-bashing, freedom-crushing policies down people's throats, all the while revealing that ever present icy wild-eyed look on her face. Every time we see that wide-eyed stare of hers, it's arguably convincing that she doesn't want to blink for fear that she'll miss someone passing by who she could otherwise bribe.

So this weekend I hit the malls AGAIN to find summer suits that have a bit of fashionable flair but avoid that Congresswoman-gone-bad look, which is all the rage in Pelosi's team at the Capitol.  No wonder AnnTaylor and others have nearly entirely dumped their suit selection. Perhaps women see the supposedly-powerful, but deeply-insecure women in positions of power showing terribly dirty, corrupt leadership and realize, "Oh God, I gotta stay away from THAT look."   

No idea where I'm going...

I ran across this when tossing old files -- not sure why I have it in some old papers. Don't remember who gave it to me, or how it landed there.  It is written by Thomas Merton who I know nothing about, other than he was a Priest. But I like it...

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.  I do see the road ahead of me. I cannot for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.  But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.  And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, thought I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I amy seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils along.

Writing tally for today: Zippo.  Except for a million rewrites at work.  And that's not fiction, although the statistic of a million is. It felt like a million rewrites.  But who follows statistics really? Definitely not Congress or they'd realize they realize they are just about to slam and lie their way into the biggest fib ever written - their 2,700 some pages of destructive fabrication of reality. The biggest fib ever written.  Admittedly that's a fib writing that.  But at least I admit when I exaggerate to the point of conscious lying. That legislation isn't the biggest fib ever.  Because there's always that King of Lies, that guy whose head I'd lop off with my digital camera, whose whole government is a lie, a deadly one. But the central planners of Pelosi, Reid and Obama must make Kimmie J. Il proud; he's smiling right now, thinking, "My it's always nice to finally see my philosophical seeds taking root where and when you need I it the most. Finally those sweet savory seedlings of my Image are in D.C."

barely back....

Criminy, but it's impossible to keep up with everything...Writing is progressing, barely. Barely....I feel like I need to do what those bikers do. Log their mileage. Or get me a drill sergeant to scream in my ear at night and keep that dream alive.