Political BS.

Numbers.

I’m not a big fan of statistics. I usually don’t run around quoting averages and poll results to people because after all, what’s really in a number? I like to think that I’m much more colorful with wording when it comes to dealing with statistics and what not, for example, if six out of 10 people liked salt on their popcorn, I’d say that a majority of people like salt on their popcorn. If I notice that 85 of 100 cars in the carpool lane are hybrids, I’d say “there’s a lot of hybrid cars in the car pool lane.” When we were younger working at the family hardware store, my cousins and I once counted the number of people that picked their nose while waiting for the traffic light up the street. My cousins did a scientific study determining how many people, what time and their sex. I rounded it off to “most”.

CBS came out with a poll this week indicating that Bush Lite’s approval rating is at an all-time low of 34% and Duck and Cover Dick’s approval rating is at 18%. I don’t think it’s fair to taunt the current administration on their approval ratings. After all, it’s apparent that only “a smattering” of the American people approve of the president’s performance and “a few” approve of the veep. Why get all worked up with actual numbers.

So much for that big mandate they were crowing about.

I think the United States is gearing up for some changes. It’s just the start, but there’s a feeling of restless mounting among our citizens. Perhaps big changes here will go hand-in-hand with the civil war brewing in Iraq. Or maybe even the homecoming of our troops.

I could go on about some things, like the fact that there are over 11,000 (“a shitload”) mobile homes sitting in Arkansas intended for Katrina victims, except the for the fact that mobile homes aren’t allowed in flood-prone areas per zoning laws. So they just sit there.

Or how about this Dubai ports agreement thing we have going on.

Hold on tight, it just keeps getting interesting.

Welcome To New York.


They certainly know how to take the zing out of your holidays/Christmas shopping dollar around here, don’t they?

In these parts, tax is applied to anything that can’t be consumed, and only if it hasn’t been prepared. Clothing, underwear, shoes, blankets, hats, gloves, pop, candy, potato chips, hamburgers – all of it taxable in the Empire State.

Heart Like A Wheel.

I downloaded the latest greatest hits album from The Human League on iTunes yesterday. This collection is entitled, “The Very Best of the Human League” and contains all remastered versions of their classics, including the track that never made it to the states in ’01, “All I Ever Wanted”, which by the way is an awesome track.

Anyways, back in 1989 they came out with a song called “Heart Like A Wheel”. It barely made the Top 30, but it was pretty big in the clubs. I find some of the lyrics very interesting.

Sell your soul for a holy war,
Set the captive free.
We make no promises anymore,
But it isn’t fooling me.

Heart like a wheel,
Turning away from anything that’s real.
Heart like a wheel,
Changing in time, beating cold as steel.

You can’t keep the wheels turning anymore,
With anger, blood and fear,
Or make any friends with an M-16,
When you blast your way through here.


Interesting that this track was written when there was a Bush in office.

Movin’ On Up.

While I’m on a political rant today, I stumbled across another gem from the Bush clan on Andymatic’s blog. This one is from Barbara Bush apparently she feels the folks from New Orleans that live in the Astrodome have moved on up to a de-luxe apartment in the sky.

“”What I’m hearing which is sort of
scary is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is
so overwhelmed by the hospitality.

“And so many of the people in the arena here, you
know, were underprivileged anyway, so this–this (she
chuckles slightly) is working very well for them.”

Cold.

She Works Hard For The Money.

I stumbled across this article on many, many, many, many news sites and blogs over the weekend. It’s unfortunate that my immediate response was a shrug of the shoulders and muttering “typical”.

If you don’t feel like clicking the link, here’s the short version. While New Orleans and surrounding area is under several feet of water with thousands of people literally starving, dehydrating and dying in the streets, Condoleeza Rice maintained her vacation schedule and went shoe shopping up Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. One woman approached her and said “Shame on you!” along with other assorted rants. Condy didn’t like the verbal attack, so she had the woman physically removed from the store.

After her exhausting trip up Fifth Avenue, Condy then took in the new Broadway comedy, “Spamalot”. Reports say she was laughed heartily during the show but was booed after the lights came up at the end.

And to think I feel guilty for using internet bandwidth for bitching about my pool being green or feeling cranky this morning when thousands upon thousands of people are starving, suffering or worse in the South. And I don’t even like the South.

Shame on you Condoleeza Rice for showing disinterest in the plight of thousands of human beings in the gulf states.

Shame on you Condoleeza Rice for having a woman physically taken away by security for expressing her opinion. (Perhaps she was a terrorist that encouraged bad fashion or something).

Shame on you Condoleeza Rice for spending $7,000 for a pair of shoes. Note to American people – this woman is paid WAY too much money.

When all is said and done, this administration will go down as the laughing stock of American history.

But fear not because last year the American voters did stop a few gay men and lesbians from getting married in a few states. After all, that’s what was most important. I’m glad we still know where our priorities are.