Blue Tape

Whew…baack…from the depths of paint cans, rollers and lines of sticky blue tape. Confession. I’m a serial painter. Of walls, wood work, ceilings. After a long session comes the swear to never…. paint… again. Never. Until the dawn of a new day when an evil voice in my head whispers, “gotta paint..gotta paint.” So I paint again. And while thus engaged what happened?

Tiger (really tired of this guy) fessed up…to himself and mom. True love only from a mom.

The Winter Olympics thankfully ended. Gonna miss those rifle shooting skiers, those broom sweeping shuffleboarders, those sweety pie crybaby guy ice dancers, those spandexed dudes flat-backed on tiny rosebud sleds, those personal stories of courage, hard work, lives dedicated to speeding round an ice rink all for the nationalistic glory and fame. Skier Lindsey Vonn is already shilling for alka seltzer cold. Guess she caught one.

The Massa had a massive brain failure. Tickled to near death.

Aw, naked Rahm?

Health Care deformed to the degree that it might actually pass…if Democrats don’t kill it.

What did the Pope know and when did he know it?

Are all those incidents of unintended accelerating cars really unintended? In our “Balloon Boy” culture of notoriety one cannot be but a bit skeptical.

2009…What Were We Thinking?

2009 finally petered out. From a heady optimistic beginning in January with Barack Obama’s inauguration, the year inexorably slogged thru a cautious Spring, a slumbering Summer where Obama virtually slept while Big Pharma and Incredibly Hulking Insurance muscled the likes of Joe Liberman and his Repooblican Justsaynotoanythingobamadoes. By Autumn any chance of real health care reform was on life support with Hulk Insurance denying reform based on a pre-existing condition: retention of their obscene profits. The year drew to an inglorious end with Tiger Woods’ Holiday Parade of Cock Tail Mistresses, a flaccid health care placebo bill and national hysteria over a guy with a bomb in his boxers. And there, throughout the year, was old Dick Cheney, the troll under Sarah Palin’s Bridge To Nowhere, coughing up growly green phlegmballs at America.

Here’s my take on 2009…lyrics only…look to download the complete musical version soon here on this blog.

We took two aleeves
Instead of 80
Of them otha p’s
And asked our doctors… about a lota thangs
Whoa, how that Susan Boyle sang
Dreamin’ a dream
Of an american make-ova
And we didn’t miss Karl Rova
But cheered Obama’s i-naug
Dodged a bite in the HINI
spread by a Hawg.

While Bernie made off
With millionaires’ millions
Millions got bank notices
Nailed to their door
The answer is less not more
Gotta ration your American Dreamin’
For you No Ponzi schemin’
Just sleep with the kids
in your cars
Your lil’ piece of the American Pie
While bankers snore soundly
In their penthouses
Up in the sky
Instead of the Big House behind bars.

We clothed naked bankers with silk-sheeted TARPs
At least Angels welcomed Teddy with sweet singing harps.

Michelle in arms waged no wars
But Hubby kept picking
at MidEast sores
Surgin Bush-like
Purgin the taxpayers
Urging the naysayers to go take a hike
Like that Carolina Govna Luv-a
Don’t cry for Argentina’s poor lil’ dov-a.

Some cashed-in their clunkers
American flatulent
bigassed gassers
got wheels that rolled longer
drove those heavy Chevees
to the levees
Made the Yen even stronger.

Fast food
Filled the dishes
More loaves than fishes
For Mainstreeters
Couldn’t junk their clunks
Just drove their beaters
Mayday for their paydays
Pulled up the straps on their outawork boots
Wallets not fattened just their glutes
While Wall Streeters ate sushi
With big bonuses too cushy.

Tea-bagged Sarah
We sent her a link
With a wink
To the Urban Dictionary
And fact checked her book
Written by the fiction fairy
Gave it the hook
Before it appeared on a Nook
Or a Kindle
Worse than a speech by Bobby Jindal.

Tiger’s wood got him in trouble
His rep’s in rubble
Balloon boy burst
on TV he hurled
Levi Johnston got play-girrled
Nobel Obama bombed
The moon
Droned on the Taliban
Too risky to grow-a-pair 
And push for sixty
Reformed torture not health care
We sang gimme the publik option
Wanna choose my own
Gimme the publik option
Don’t want Big Phama’s lil’ Bone.

Bin Laden and Cheney
still on the loose
Sully’s plane got goosed
Lady GaGa gagged
On Flush Phlegmball’s ranting
Repooblicans still Can’ting.
Michael Phelps got Bonged
You-Lie Joe got gonged.
Joe the Bummer just got dummer
Leiberman’s revenge for being wronged
Tim Geithner Depressing
Carrie PreJean still undressing.

Birthers and Bailouts
Terrorists and Trysts
Cheney’s cursing Barack’s limp wrists
Dreaming of I-told-u-so xmas attack
trollin under Sarah’s Bridge to Nowhere
In 2010 says “I’ll be Back.”

America’s in a Rut

What’s the most insidious, prevalent and devastating health issue facing Americans today? From the amount of advertising, print and broadcast, it appears that the inability of men to rise to the occasion whenever they feel the urge (all the time!), otherwise referred to as ED, is ravaging this upright country like a plague. This apparently affects women too. With doses of viagra and cilalis for their men, women can now sit outside naked in bathtubs and not live in fear that the guy in the next tub will be unable to invite her to his tub for mutual aquatic toe wiggling. Women can also dance and swirl up stairways confident that a man, appropriately and timely dosed, will be able to dance and swirl (fully engorged) up the stairway to heaven with them. Now, with one popular product, men can address this national flaccid contagion by dosing themselves daily, lest they miss the slightest imaginative provocation or opportunity for an outdoor bathtub skinny dipping session. But will the daily dosage be enough? Women need total assurance that what is supposed to happen actually happens. As the nation prepares for a return season of the Hini Flu (H1N1), Americans need to stand up and demand 24-7, hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute solutions to getting this country out of its rut and into the real rut.

Boycott Whole Foods?

Do you have yours? John Mackey, whole foods co-founder & CEO has his. Fcuk the rest of you.. If you don’t have health insurance that’s too bad. ” the last thing our country needs is …a government takeover of our health care system.” In a recent Wall Street Journal op-ed Mackey wrote that “…the Declaration of Independence…& the Constitution (does not) reveal any intrinsic right to health care.” In other words, the declaration of Independence may cite among the “inalienable rights” of man “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”…but if you get sick and cannot afford insurance or were denied because you were previously sick, or even have some form of coverage, then keep pursuing your life, liberty and happiness while forking over those big bucks for the emergency room visit, stay-over in hospital or other emergency care. Get sick and get prepared to go broke. Seems to me the guarantees of life, liberty & pursuit of happiness” might just include having access to affordable health care. The health food grocery czar says no.

Although I do agree with Mackey to a certain extent that everyone is responsible for one’s health..i.e. the lifestyle and nutrition choices we make, try lecturing a working single mom living in a violent Chicago neighborhood, that she should prepare healthier meals for her kids…with Whole Foods? (hey, Mackey also made news recently when he stated that his stores “sell a lot of junk.”)

Is it just human nature, or maybe something just uniquely American in our psyche that causes some of us to resent and begrudge others who want the things we have. By gwad, I got my health insurance. Next thing you know everyone will want what I got. Damn. Especially them deadbeats who don’t even have a job. No, universal health care might not be mentioned per se in our Constitution or the Declaration of Independence as Whole Foods Mackey says, but as long as we deny health care to millions then their life, liberty and happiness will be just a futile pursuit.

If I want organic foods, other grocers offer great varieties…and at lower costs.