Wayward blogger returns
I feel a little sheepish, back to the blog. Not only have I been absent from the cyberuniverse for a couple months, I have taken a few shots at blogging in general. Where‚s the love? Huh?
Meanwhile, the world keeps spinning, so here, without further putzing, is the best in random thinking:
OK, so the election is only a couple weeks away but that huge sucking sound is the modern process. Never do I remember so many people so annoyed with how we choose our leaders. Ricketts/Nelson is a no-brainer, but even the low-key Kleeb campaign, which has been long on intellect and short on nonsense, is getting edgier all the time. That, in my mind, means sympathy votes for Smith. We're tired. Somebody told me today that politics were even dirtier 100 years ago. Maybe. But personal attacks and lies serve no one. For exhibit A, step over to the executive summary of the latest Congress. If you look up "do nothing" in Webster's you‚ll see a team photo of this group.
I was reading some research this week that indicated most of us (42 percent) do not fall into a identifiable group such as conservative, populist, liberal, or libertarian. Perhaps club life is wearing thin on us, too, since assigning someone to a group often means that he or she shares only one thing in common with the other members.
My wife explained two things to me during Saturday's loss to Texas. 1) The players and coaches cannot hear me when I yell at the television and 2) I am going to Hell for my choice in language, especially certain combinations. While she has a point about my vocabulary in those situations (Mea culpa), I'm still not convinced that none of my suggestions get through.
Who We Are, An Ongoing Series: I read where a father of a youth football player in Pennsylvania pulled a gun on a coach after they argued about his kid‚s playing time. The league is for 6 and 7 year olds.