Today I am thankful for cowards and chairs.
I don't understand the whole Clint Eastwood thing. I mean, really, if you're going to do a Gestalt therapy session without a shrink, at least be brave enough put the idiot needing the scolding in the darn chair.
There are some people who would need two chairs; one for Obama and one for Bush.
Me, I'd need a whole heck of a lot of chairs. I'd whine. I'd complain. I'd go after one side for stealing money from the poor and giving it to the rich. Then I'd yell at the other one for the same thing.
Where are they for the poor?
Where are they for the huddled masses?
The tired?
The needy?
Nowhere....
I mean, we give money in the expectation that it will be there for us should we need it...right?
We pay our taxes.
Why do they keep rising while our benefits from them are dropping?
I'll tell you.
Politician are only in it for themselves.
They are Robbin' the Hood to line their own pockets.
I haven't yet picked on our City Council member pushing shanty towns near light rail lines. He's a LEED contractor. Guess who is going to get rich off of that?
That's probably why he tore my friend a new arse by putting words in his mouth. It may cost him his re-election. I don't tolerate liars very well.
They'd do anything for money.
This is why voters are not happy.
Seriously....there are no real differences between Obama and Romney. Both Obama and Romney send job overseas. Both are pro-war. Both won't get rid of abortion or end the debate. Ask yourself, how much money flows to their campaigns because of this passionate argument? If they end it, they'd go broke!!!
I can't tell the difference between them at all. The Republicans will take your social liberties in the name of religion while falsely telling you the founding fathers were Christian (only one was Christian. all the others were Deist.)
The Democrats will steal your personal freedoms and make it hard for you to make a living while promising you that they will care for the poor and keep you healthy. Nope...Nada...No deal. Try to get food stamps. Unless your illegal in this state, you can't get them unless you quit looking for work. Just wait to see the fiasco the health care insurance plan is. It's insurance, not free health care. It is a gift to the insurance industry to force everyone to buy a policy. No where have they actually forced insurers to actually cooperate and pay bills.
Both the Democrats and the Republican work in tandem to ratchet down what little freedom you have left.
It's not right. It's not fair.
They don't work for you.
They work for their political overlords.
That empty chair thing is only for cowards. If you've got balls, do the full chair thing. Look 'em smack in the eyes and tell them that they are stupid morons for messing around with the people.
I need to do that. I need to fill a room full of whiny cry-babies and give them a piece of my mind.
Wait...I already do that, don't I?
It's called running for office and giving speeches.
Oh....
I'm braver than Clint Eastwood.
Oh, that really makes my day!!
Love ya,
S.
P.S. I may need to apologize for the rant. I'm in a lot of pain today.
I was orphaned as a kid and spent a lot of time with Jazz musicians in the scary part of town. I was a tiny white girl. They were big, burly black men with daughters. They looked out for me.
My favorite story involves a man who played sax for a famous 70's dance band. If I tell you who he was, it would betray my identity as it would reveal where I am.
Back in '87, I was just a seventeen year old girl with a beautiful tenor sax. He listened to me play. He spend an entire day giving me pointers. Then, he took me around to his friends and convinced one of them to give me a $400 mouthpiece for $40.
My lesson from him was never to skimp on the equipment. It made all the difference in the world.
He died a couple of years ago. I can't drive through that area without breaking down in tears.
Now, the city council wants to tear the houses and historic buildings where the jazz bands played down, blight it, and give the land to a developer. I'm assuming it is for one of those LEED shanty town scams because it is near a light rail line.
This really hurts me. I met an angel on this earth at a time when I needed one the most. At the very least, his advice got me into a music education program. At most, he taught me that the best way to succeed in life is to simply show up and practice.
I don't want the memories to be demolished by greed.
I vow to do whatever I can to stop this. I hope the council members are sitting down in their chairs when I get ahold of them.