Tuesday, January 31, 2012


The ever so unpopular Question Of The Day will be making an occasional appearance. Today's question is a bit winded, but it does need answering.

No matter the ailment or condition, we have a pill or liquid to alleviate the problem. Pills can take off weight or put it on, put you to sleep or keep you awake and alert for hours. A liquid to stop the runs, and a pill to start them. The drug companies can solve any problem as long as it proves profitable.

As the consumption of Stupid Pills increases,not only in the quantity taken, but the amount of people taking them, adding to the profit margins of the giant drug makers, we arrive to the question of the day. Are these startling facts, the reason drug makers are shying away from developing and introducing a Smart Pill, knowing that it would prove to be an unprofitable proposition?

Monday, January 30, 2012

THE 99%

I was going to make this the shortest post possible by describing them with just the use of my favorite word, "MORONS". It would have sufficed for many of us, but for those few that have a hard time understanding that word, I will try to describe them in detail.

We have a group of fools who believe that by waving a few signs around, sleeping outside in the inclement weather and ignoring proper hygiene; they will put fear into the hearts of those villainous 1%.

Integrity and values, something the other side doesn't have, is their biggest down fall. The Democrats and unions saw them as a giant voting block, and the minute they declared themselves neutral: they became a nuisance and the police were called in to practice their baton strokes on their vacuum filled heads

If they had an ounce of intelligence in all of their collective heads, they would have come to this old fool and I would have told them how to put fear into their faint hearts and watch the tears weld up in their eyes as they watched their fortunes shrink. And it could have been done from the comfort of their own homes.

It's called voting with your wallet. The minute people weren't waiting in line for days to get the latest gadget with a new bell or whistle on it. Cut their consumption of Lattes to one a week or none at all. Stopped paying outrages prices for a cocktail just because it had a fancy name in a fancy named restaurant. As soon as the villains realized that the money was staying in your pocket and not flowing into theirs, the 99% would be in the drivers seat, dictating the rules on how the game should be played.

So as long as people continue to dig themselves into deeper debt by buying more of what they don't need, the 1% will grow richer as the 99% grow poorer, and they have no one to blame but themselves.

Sunday, January 29, 2012


Facebook was a fun place to visit until what I call the Lemming mentality swamped most everyone in its wake. It started out innocently with the copy, paste and re-post if you believe in one thing or another. Then the pressure was slowly increased as these post's went from belief into a threat if you dont re-post it.

The herd then attempted to outdo one another with an avalanche of YouTube postings and the straw that broke this camel's back was the rash of Wall Photos that began to appear at an alarming rate. It wasn't enough to post one or two; this was an arms race to see who could post the most. To make matters worse the Lemmings began to share them, as the screen was soon covered with the same lame joke over and over again. There are only three places where these comments belong. 1. Cheap made in China plaques in souvenir shops. 2. On t-shirts. 3. In catalogs that clog your mail box.

Some, oh what the hell, all my posts and comments were weird and lame;but at least I put a little effort into trying to bring a smile on people's faces. It took a while but I finally realized why I lost a majority of my audience on my posts. I made the fatal mistake of having sentences that were longer then four or five words and even worse, more then two sentences strung together. In this texting age, by the time many people get to the third sentence, they have forgotten what was in the first two and have to go back to the beginning. Like a hamster on a wheel, they eventually get bored, and go to a post that doesn't tax their brain.

And how many people have to tell us TGIF? Surprise; I and many others know how to read a calender. We know weekends are short, but they become shorter as we are told how short they are.

There was a handful of fantastic people who knew how to play the game and I thank you. You helped bring a smile to my face. To the rest of you, wake up, get a life, and stop following the crowd over a cliff.