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In the Throes of Super Tuesday

Every four years, we find ourselves in the throes of Super Tuesday; meaning, we are electing our Commander-and-Chief for the next four years. I realize politics is not the best subject to discuss; however, I choose to trod into this danger zone regardless of the backlash.

We must begin by looking at each candidate. On the one hand, there is candidate number one. While on the other hand, is candidate number two.

I believe our Constitutional Republic is the best this world has to offer. I also feel fortunate to live in the United States of America and will proudly state my position at any time.

I must preface any further discussion by stating, “I despise politics.” I can’t think of many things I despise more than politics. (In the past, I have noted that I live about two hours from downtown D.C. When I travel north on 95, I feel my I.Q. dropping the closer I get to Washington. I rate politicians among the dregs of society right along with ambulance chasing lawyers and motivational speakers.) Even though the political process is abhorrent to me, due to the scandals, kickbacks, money grubbing liars, and all around nasty people we put into office, I encourage you to vote on Tuesday.

I know, I know . . . I need to get off the fence and let my true stance be known.

Have a great week and just think, no more political ads after Tuesday! And after all of this political commotion, “May God bless us, everyone!” (to coin a phrase from Tiny Tim.)

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IQ, IQ, My Kingdom for an IQ

Washington DC

Washington DC (Photo credit: Kathleen Tyler Conklin)

What kind of person are you? Are you an adrenaline junkie, or more of the do-nothing, timid type?  Would you rather jump out of an airplane or ride the merry-go-round at your county carnival?

Me personally–I’m perfectly happy watching people bungee jump while licking on a cone of ice cream.  An exciting day to me is standing on the beach, in the middle of winter, reeling in blue fish, red drum and the like or sitting down in a nice soft chair to write a rousing blog.

For the most part I’m a live and let live kind of guy but for the life of me I can’t understand why a man would pick up a snake by the tail (and not just any snake but one that can inject enough venom in a single bite to kill thirty elephants) and sling it around in front of the camera, all the while talking about the deadly creature as he attempts to avoid being bitten himself.

Another thing that confounds me is mountain climbing, i.e. Mount Everest.  Every short windowed climbing season, international parties sojourn to the base of the tallest mountain in the world hoping to reach the summit.  Each year the mountain claims human lives.  Once you’re up there, if you happen to run into trouble there’s no way you can receive assistance.  If you can’t descend the mountain under your own power you are doomed.  I can only imagine the heartbreak as man after man walk past a fellow climber lying in the snow dying and being unable to help.  Nuff said.

Some folks would call this behavior nuts.  I believe you should be able to do the things that you enjoy without fear of persecution.  All I ask is that you be careful.

Of course, when I bring up the word, “nut,” it always instills an influx of emotion due to the proximity of a place so geographically close as to strike fear in the heart of any sane man.  I reside in Virginia only two short hours from the place that I speak…none other than our nation’s capital, Washington, DC.

How true doth the saying ring, “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”

Now the average mentally challenged person’s IQ would be 75 or below.  It is my belief that the average politician’s IQ is also in the double digits but more like .06.  In fact I heard the other day that the only difference between a politician and a bucket of dirt is the bucket.

Suffice it to say I avoid our nation’s capital like the plaque.  Although on a clear night I can often feel the far reaching stupid hanging in the air.


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