Ok, here it comes. . . I've had enough wine to have loose lips (or fingers, anyway). This morning I learned that Austin is now in Baghdad; yeah. @#&$@#$@#)(&!!@##!!! I'm about to unload a "stream of consciousness" on the blogging world." HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN? How did MY ONLY TWO SONS end up in "Vietnam II"????????????????? Turn tail and run? Hell no.
It is absolutely mindboggling that politicians and the MEDIA distort reality to SELL THEMSELVES OR INCREASE THEIR RATINGS. These are peoples' lives they are playing monopoly with! My children's lives, your children's lives. WHY do we always send our children to clean up our messes???? Does that make ANY sense? Gee, there's a problem in the Middle East; may I borrow your children? I'll bring them all back --- but some in wooden boxes; sorry. Hey, I'll throw in a really nice flag for you to put on your mantel; that'll make up for it, right?
There are so many jokes about blowing up Iran, Iraq and all the crazies over there -- I'd like to see Washington, DC dismantled and rebuilt in the spirit in which the United States of American was originally founded. Not a government of lazy workers and two-faced politicians. Again, HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?
Florida recently elected a new governor. The "loser" worked at a law firm where I worked for many years. He was considered an absolute moron but he not only got elected to the State House but to the Congress of the United States of America! He's a nice guy, he's from one of the richest families in Florida, but he's definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed! Is he buy-able? Is that how he got to Washington?
I just downed the rest of the bottle -- I guess in my Fund Raising post I should have added the need for funding my favorite Chardonnay (Kendall Jackson). It was on sale at the local super market chain yesterday so I bought four bottles. That's about $10 a day to drown my fear and sorrows in booze. Let's not even talk about the co-pays on my prescription meds.
I'll most likely delete this post tomorrow when my hung over self arrives at work and checks on my blog and all the ones that I read while my morning reports run. But for now, this is going into cyberspace.
In 2000 I was the mother of a fresh and squeaky clean West Point graduate. I remember standing at the Chapel waiting for my family to pick me up and "drinking in" the feeling of the day. Now I can't even remember what it fells like to have a son at West Point. I used to tell Kris that his going to West Point was the best thing that ever happened to ME -- he'd always say, "Mom, it happened to ME." No, it happened to me. But who cares now. He's in a frickin' war and I've had too much to drink.My apologies to anyone who finds this post offensive. BS!!!!!!! Let's shove a boot in their ASS!