Comment – Opinion. Read all about it! The first 100 days, (1360 days left to go), and I’m already back on my blood pressure meds, heart rate slightly elevated, BS detectors on full alert, slight palpitations – I’m falling apart – not in a negative way of course, but, because I’m excited! Obama has saved the country.
Watching last nights slick performance how could you not be excited? Trillions of dollars spent, (like one of Donald Trumps ex-gold digger wives on a shopping spree), 150,000 new jobs created, (1.2 million lost – but hey who’s counting), not only that, but, we are going to get a national health care program that will cover everyone! This will include illegal aliens, their anchor babies, the off spring of generational welfare deadbeats - but not the President, Congress or the Senate. Those lucky guys, (and gals), have their own great health plan – no waiting in line, the best urgent care emergency services and priority surgical protocol as needed, but hey, I am not jealous – no siree, cause I got my national health care! In fact all the good news last night made me so excited I fell asleep in my recliner and missed the rest of his speech – but no problemo, (I think thats spanglish), cause I got my tivo, uh huh!
I was wondering how Bo the new Rainbow House mutt was doing. How do you think he will be affected by all these changes? Thinking about Bo I am worried though, because when things get tight – off to the pound. – or worse, as I am reminded that the Aztecs, (you know those guys from that exciting culture located south of us, yeah, the ones who cut out hearts and sacrificed young girls and babies – great food though),bread chihuahuas, (or however you spell it – is the phonetic spelling chiwaawaas or chihahas), and kept them around as pets when times were good but also as an alternative food supply when things were bad, ( I guess you could say a dog in every pot).
Enough, enough, enough! I apologize mister President…. things are looking up and to quote that ’great depression’ slogan – happy days are here again, (or was that after prohibition was ended – have to check my Irish American history on that one), or whatever.
Beadreaux
