I've been on the road for almost a month now. How has it been? Well, not bad. My first stop along the journey of "Annie Mac needs a job" hit parade, was stopping by southern California and spending a few weeks there. Having been on a few job interviews during my lifetime, the one I had while at Henry Mayo Hospital was quite possibly the most strange. The ER , and people like myself who get some sort of bizarre high from adrenaline, seek out emergency drama with gusto. A severed head, and I am about as happy as a diary cow on a lactose intolerant farm. However, the job interview was not fruitful, and so I had some free time on my hands.
I wonder if I am one of those jobless people that Barry O says are going to be succeeding soon?
My brother, a retired U.S. Navy vet, took me out shooting while I was in southern CA. We set up targets in the desert, exercised our rights, and we bore some arms. Lots of arms. Some 3 weeks later, and my left shoulder is still reminding me of the power of guns. I held the shotgun cleanly and very snug in the crook of my shoulder, just below the AC joint, and between the humerus head and slightly below the clavicle, not to interfere with the first rib. I fired off several rounds, blowing away my imaginary enemy, the orange water cooler with the small water bottle on top. My shoulder is killing me, still. But, it felt good to get out and spend some quality time with my brother and the guns. Siblings can be monumental pains, but nothing says I love you more, than a brother who teaches his sister how to blow holes in bad men who might wish to harm me. It's an afternoon I am not likely to forget anytime soon.
Sadly, as of this writing, I am still without employment. I'm now in Arizona. Apparently California just doesn't need any more conservative Republicans. Phooey on that...California's trouble is that they don't have ENOUGH conservative Republicans. I enjoyed the time with my son, had some fantastic meals, visited friends, saw my pseudo nephew graduate from high school, and even helped out a close friend who was drifting off into la-la land from falling blood sugars. As of this post, she is now back home after breaking her ankle in 3 places, during her diabetic day dream. I am happy I found her, or my friend list would be down to 2.
Jan Brewer, the governor of Arizona, is my kind of gal. She has, in my opinion, an obvious dislike or distrust of the POTUS. I'd venture to say that those feelings are warranted, given that the POTUS has been invoking his executive privileges lately. It's been a hell of a week, with the press conference that Barry O' gave and his intentions to somehow re-write laws, sans that centuries old document, better referred to as the U.S. Constitution, to get around SB 1070. Why bother even holding elections in the future-Barry O' just waves his magic wand and all laws are subject to change?
Here in Arizona as I type, I see the results of immigration that has gone on far too long, illegally that is. Chime into the state's evening news and you will hear about illegal aliens who run rampant throughout the southwest, committing crime. Seems to me, that no President in his right mind (ah ha...Barry has a left brain) would wish to help out illegals with a red carpet invitation to stay awhile.
A great deal has happened this week. I started to think that since I had not blogged in 2 weeks, had I lost my groove. Thankfully, with a 100mg of Tramadol on board for my aching shoulder, my writing juices have started to flow. Actually, it's more for the abundance of news this week.
Old Rodney King (the dude was younger than me) met his fate at the bottom of a pool. Sadness on my part is not quick for him. I believe he was NOT a man for the century nor a "civil rights leader" as dense capped Rev Al Sharpton wants to believe. Mr. King was a criminal. Sorry, but the guy made a mockery of not only the judicial system, but got a couple million laughs from a payout from Los Angeles, and made famous the phrase, "Can't we all just get along"? Civil rights leaders for me are more the likes of Rosa Parks.
Then old fashioned mistress, loose legs Rielle Hunter came out with her smutty tell all book about her dirty business with "Johnny" Edwards. The extra weight I have acquired from my trip thus far will fall off shortly, after seeing Ms. Hunter's interview on 20/20. Jeez lady. Have a little self respect. The guy is a scallywag, and you are nothing more then his mistress. I'm going to run right out and get her book, and maybe even Barry O's book...just to show I still have some audacity. (Sounds of the toilet flushing can be added here for effect)
Barry's teasing of the Dream Act and doing away by modifying SB1070 has also sounded across the media waves. At every step, Barry can be heard running our beloved constitution up and down a cheese grater.
Lets see, what else? Oh Sandusky. As of tonight, the sinister pedophile was found guilty of 45 counts of molestation. In order to pay back all his victims, Sandusky might be better served doing prison soap commercials....filmed in the showers of course. Along those lines, Greece is out of the euro, and this is action is starting to make the other nations quiver with fear of what lays ahead in Europe's troubled economic woes. Take heed America; reelecting Barry will steer us much quicker and closer to the PIGS (Portugal, Ireland, Greece & Spain). Socialism does not work.
I could go on and on tonight, but that Tramadol is starting to lay claim to my brain running without a filter. When that happens, I find myself apologizing the next morning. Oh, perhaps that's something Barry might want to try. I knew there was one more thing on my list of annoyances for the week. Gay rights groups at the White House, on the invitation of Barry, took pictures of a few of themselves giving the bird to beloved Ronald Reagan. Hm mm, maybe that shotgun practice was worth a sore arm.