I am a Democrat of 45 years' standing, but got a bad vibe off Barack Obama the minute he materialized teeth-first, like the Cheshire Cat, onto the national scene. Would still like to see those academic records, health report, and birth certificate, but that train has left the old station, I fear.
Now we are on a crazed rollercoaster to hell. I can't even move to Belize because I can't sell my upsidedown house. I also help take care of my mother and can't see her birdwatching in the jungle (although I can see myself at the beachfront bar every afternoon).
Who's bitter?
Anyhow, all my friends have deserted me because I am no longer trendy. So even mention the name Bill O'Reilly and those who remain nominally tolerant of me say, "Omigod, Star." (For an example--see comments.)
I don't always agree with the Billster--I think he cuts the president too much slack, for one thing.
But I will say it now, loud and clear, I enjoyed his book A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity.
It's about coming up on the 1950s and 60s. He went to parochial school--I didn't. But there is shared ground there. He talks about playing outside all the time as a kid--"We were always sweaty," he notes. I laughed at that--how clearly I remember those clueless hours. His father was a laconic sort. On the few times he asked his dad for advice, Bill says, his father would rise, walk out of the room, saying over his shoulder, "Can't help ya."
Get it? We have to help ourselves. Maybe you are waiting for Stimmy Timmy to pull up with the government cash, but I am not. In fact, I just got on Medicare after a lifetime of putting into it and fully expect it to be trashed within a year or two.
Drive your friends wild--read A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity or do what I did--get the audio. Bill reads fast. And he brings the funny.
Bill's advice in life? Slug it out. That is what we are all going to do. But let's compare notes, shall we?
Come do the Hopey Copey with me.
