Budget Woes, 911 and Drugs

Usually, public radio, or even certain programs on PBS drive me crazy.  NPR for instance - the firing of Juan Williams, a liberal democrat drove me out of my mind.  Remembering that I am a conservative Republican, I may not have agreed with Juan Williams on most topics, but I believed and still believe him to be a fair and honest reporter. I also believe in Free Speech, whether uttered responsibly or not.  Hell, you have to start thinking that for FOX News; the "bad guys" against main stream media, to back Juan when he was dismissed from NPR, that there is indeed validity to my assertion of Mr. Williams' level of professionalism.

So, a routine Saturday evening found me watching a program on PBS about the history of the state park system in my native California.  I am of the belief that you can value the state park system and still be a Republican. Nothing can bring me more clarity then walking on a shaded trail, listening to silence. The sights, sounds and smells of a park can almost completely quell my anxieties.

Anyways, the state park budget woes.  The message, if you will, of this PBS program was chatting up one side and down the other of what I can only refer to as "confusion" of the masses.  PBS had different experts lamenting as to the budget woes in California.  Their argument was that more state parks and trails are falling to the wayside and being closed due to a budgetary crisis in the state.   While I can certainly appreciate their devotion to the preservation of California's beauty and the state parks, I'm also realistic that first and foremost, job preservation takes precedence over fig trees and forest space.

I'm not a cold hearted bitch.  I'm just speaking plainly about where the priorities of our nation needs to be; even where our states need to be.  In my opinion, jobs that create safety i.e. police, ems and fire need to be taken care of over state parks.  I love animals, and little furry creatures that run through state parks across our nation.  But what if we, as a nation, decided to pour money into land rather than paying our public safety servants a wage they so richly deserve?  Who cares if the spotted owl is endangered, when drug cartels own the streets, threaten our safety and there is no one to protect us?

I saw the movie, "End of Watch" over the weekend.  It's a very intense film.  If you can hear past the coarse language, and the displays of violence, there are many lessons to be learned from the movie.  Having lived in the Los Angeles suburbs growing up, we simply did not know about the gangs.  That was somewhere else; it was someone else's problem.  I knew that if I were to be on Parthenia Avenue, near Corbin Street, I was going to see a ghetto type neighborhood.  That was 40 years ago, and the gang infestation of Los Angeles continues.

Often times I ponder as to whether or not people living in the 'burbs realize just how hard core south central L.A. is, or what the drug cartels are doing to the City of Angels.  Our borders are simply not being protected enough.  I wonder if our President stops to think, between his rounds of golf, visits to The View, his jiggy fun time with celebrities,  the hard core cartels are making their way over our borders, filling our kids with drugs, and also putting our public servants at risk.

The POTUS is really just the white junk that comes out of a really big zit when you try to squeeze it. The meat of the pimple is the local politicians on the state levels.  Does Mayor Villaraigosa pay any attention to the LAPD, LA City Fire and/or EMS?  What about Moonbeam Jerry Brown?  Does he bring into consideration that cops are dying on the streets fighting against criminals that have body piercing ammo, being fired from weapons bought with illegal drug monies?  
 
Why do we hesitate to deport those who are in this country illegally?  How is it that Border Agent Terry was shot and killed with weapons that came from this country to fight the border wars?  Why is Eric Holder not being held responsible?  Shouldn't we, as voters, expect the people we vote into office to be held at a higher standard rather than keeping those same corrupt or inept politicians in office?

The argument being made on the program I watched via PBS lamented as to what will happen if California doesn't fight to preserve the state parks.  I think the state is on the verge of bankruptcy, and first and foremost, they need to be worrying about border control, protection of the private citizens and hefty raises for those men and women who so bravely walk out their front doors every day, to fight the good fight by protecting us.  What good is a spotted owl to a drug cartel?

Estrogen & The Middle East

So, as the title of my blog page actually is Musings from Menopause, I suppose I will preface this latest blog entry under the guise of actually being menopausal, and now without the use of my beloved Estrogen any longer.

That magic drug kept me sane, even keeled, fair minded and a gentle lady.  Well, now that the estrogen doctor said, "Sorry Annie, a blood clot and pulmonary embolism have now earned you the cessation of estrogen forever":.  My heart sunk and I began to feel a familiar feeling over take my mind and body.

No more calm Annie Mac.  The glove are off.  Some of you might think - "well, given how you pull Obama apart, wing by wing, why should we expect anything different?"  Watch out people...the Irish temper has been heating up since Friday.

We all know what we were doing 11 years ago, when Muslim Terrorists attacked our country.  I don't owe any apologies nor am I afraid to call them what they were and apparently still are:  Muslim Terrorists.  Obama is the Captain of the Ship of Apologies, and he needs his ship to sink before he does any more damage to our country.

Here we are 11, years later.  Has anything changed?  No.  Do Muslim Terrorists still hate us?  Yes.  Does the Koran call for killing of all infidels?  Yes.  Do we have a President with a set (insert your own imaginative phrase here please) __________, to announce to the world that we, as Americans will not stand idly by and watch as our allys', which Jim Carney and others want to debate as to its actual meaning.  Art, war, friend or foe, I don't care...Let's just get the nasty mothers (followed by the expletive that sounds like puckers) and do it right once and for all.  After that, let America attempt to set up some sort of protection for our friends, Israel.

Let's see - Pakistan apparently was unaware the the big bad guy UBL, was hiding out in their country.  The U.S. Navy Seals took care of that piece of shit.  Libya and Egypt both receive monetary aid from our Country, who's credit rating has dropped yet again.  WE give the nutjobs money, they rape our Ambassador Chris Stevens, and then throughout the Middle East, Muslim Terrorists are attacking our marines, and killing them.

At what point will Obama quit fucking around (let's be honest, I couldn't hold my manners any more - blame the estrogen) and declare these atrocities to be acts of war against the United States.  The Rules of Engagement are pretty clear...I'm but a mere civilian, and can't believe we have not taken further pre-emptive movements towards the Muslim Terrorists.

Maybe tomorrow on the View, Whoopi and Joy will get upset and walk off their own show declaring that it wasn't Muslims who attacked us, but simply terrorists.  I'm sure at some point, my doctors are going to need to find a way for me to handle my menopause.  Until then, watch out Muslim Terrorists.  I'm one hell of an angry woman; with no fear of saying what I want.

Mr, President, might I suggest you forget about your campaign stops, and the lying, and for the rest of your dismal presidency, get to the task of giving our military the support they need, have earned and either pull them out of harm's way, or give them permission to blow the mothers out of their little sand holes.  Also, please fix the economy you have managed to make worse in 3 years, and then go back to Chicago or even better, hit Benghazi - They could probably use a community organizer.

Genocide vs. Genocide and the Choice

I can already hear the roar.  It's either going to be coming from my pro-choice pals or the PRO-LIFE pals.  The way I see it, there's only one way to look at this - and it's coming from the PRO-LIFE corner of the boxing match.

Thank GOD that the RNC and DNC rallies are over.  I've seen enough of fools dressed as pink, fuzzy vaginas, and signs proclaiming that the Democrats are Pro Woman, and those terrible Republicans are all about taking away the rights of women.  Last time I checked, I am a Republican, and still have all my God given Constitutional Rights attached to my vote.

Ted Kennedy made an appearance, albeit, posthumously, and exalted the POTUS to near messiah levels.  For a party that spins its wheels pontificating, while dressed  in large screaming pink vagina costumes, that they are the party for protecting women and their rights of vaginas, the only person missing that night was Mary Jo.  Oh, that's right, Ted the do-gooder of women left her in a car underwater. The night would have been complete if they'd put JFK and Bobby up and all their dalliances.  Wait, did I see Marilyn Monroe in the audience?

Then came the night of the never ending speech from every one's favorite uncle, Billy Bubba Clinton.  He's got lousy "taste" in women.  But for Hillary, the rest of them look like something out of a dipsy dumpster, or what a wayward beach goer might find washed up on an empty beach. Others are European beauties with names no one has ever heard of.   He has no idea what a humidor is, and insists that cigars needs a good dipping before being smoked.  He finds women who have little to no self-esteem and then exploits the hell out of them.  I must ask you Bill - what if your daughter was treated in the same way you allegedly treated Ms. Lewinsky, Ms. Flowers, Ms. Stronach, Ms. Gershon, Ms. Karimova, Ms. Robson, Ms. Hurley, Ms. Klum, Ms. Mondale, Ms. Stone, Ms. Duff, Ms. Grucen, Ms. Perdue and  Ms. Browning?  Again, what are the Democrats thinking when they hold Bill up as a savior of the womens' rights movement.  All those in vagina costumes - close your lips.

It's not as though the Republican Party is exempt from this either.  What is it about politicians who seem to think that winning an election is like an open invitation to fuck whatever walks in front of them?  And why on earth are there some women dumb enough to fall into bed with a man who has a (D) or (R) after his name.  If you want to talk about the Rights of Women, let's start with building up the confidence and self esteem of women so that they are not putting themselves on some all you can eat buffet table for wayward politicians.      
So, what's all this got to do with genocide?  It is estimated that over 6 million Jews, Christians, gypsies and homosexuals were exterminated by the madman Adolph Hitler.  No one thought it could happen.  News of such atrocities reached the United States and even our government, initially found this difficult to comprehend.  "Mass graves" "concentration camps"  in a modern day society, never.  Time and time again, history repeats itself, yet we never learn. Obama can't seem to figure out if he's friends with Israel or Iran.  Hint, POTUS, go with Israel.  Take a glance at the Shoah Foundation (click on the link - LOOK, LISTEN AND LEARN)  One of the bravest women I admire is Anne Frank - the young lady who chronicled her life, hidden behind a wall, safe from Nazis, until she was found and died in the camps. Or even Miep Geis, the Dutch woman who saved that very same journal so that the world would be able to know the dreams of Anne. 

Even still, the POTUS wants to make nice with Iran.  Who the hell is he kidding?  The tyrant from Iran denies the Holocaust even took place. Iran's hatred of the United States and Israel.  Are we to believe that if the POTUS is, (GOD & HEAVEN HELP US) re-elected, Iran will become our new best buddy?  Like schoolyard bullies who gang up on Israel?  If so, my bets on Israel wiping Iran right off the map.

Then we come to the crisis of the other modern day genocide.  Abortion.  Argue with me or any pro-lifer all you wish, but it is PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE for a man and woman who copulate, to create anything other than a human being.  Any scientist on this planet can not prove otherwise.  Humans only are capable of creating another human.  We don't make Hostess Cupcakes or Dolly Madison Zingers. Planned Parenthood can sit by and boldly and contumaciously claim that a human being isn't a human being until the first breath is taken and the "fetus" has been completely expelled from the mother, but the simple fact remains, that a baby is a baby at the point of conception.

Since Roe v. Wade became legal in 1973, 50 million abortions have been performed legally.  50 million.   Does this number give you pause?  It makes me want to vomit.   61.8% of that 50 million are performed prior to 9 weeks of gestation.  The statistics are mind numbing.  What if one of those 50 million  had the cure for cancer?  What if one of those 50 million was able to bring about world peace?  50 million.  Let it sink in. [source, Guttmacher Institute]

Furthermore, the Democratic Party opposes any law which would cease the rights of a woman to make the choice to abort her baby. LATE TERM ABORTIONS. Again, read the facts.

Women who have donned their fuzzy pink vagina Halloween costumes a little too early,  I ask you this:  Of the 50 million abortions performed LEGALLY since 1973, how many of those babies were females?  Were you their in your vagina costumes to support their rights?  Did you protest the late term abortions performed on VIABLE babies? Are we to presume that the Pink Vaginas, sounds like a punk rock group, are only concerned with Womens' Rights when it comes to white, Anglo-Saxon, American women?  I sound harsh; some of you might even hate me right now.  But come on, women, don't be fooled.

We are smart, savvy, intelligent, loving, compassionate human beings capable of creating life.  We can cure disease, we can run for political office, we can vote, we can dry tears, hug children with boo-boos.  We can be authors, mothers, presidents, saints, sinners, Nobel Peace prize winners, such as Aung San Suu Kyi of Burma.  We can sit in the back of the bus and create a movement of civil rights (Thank you Rosa Parks).  We can create art, music, words of wisdom, we can be Grandma Moses..  We can sit on the Supreme Court.

In all the greatness that women can create, sadly the only thing we've been either been unable or unwilling to protect ourselves from the ultimate exploitation of abortion, stealthy hidden behind the word CHOICE. 

The Lady Who Wasn't Proud to be An American

Tonight brought all the pundits out; although some were along the coast of Florida wondering what happened to Issac, while the 9th ward and New Orleans wondered just how much God really disliked them.  Imagine the odds; another hurricane (albeit Cat. 1) almost 7 years to the day.  Odds like that make money makers in Vegas nervous. I personally enjoyed hearing that Samuel L. Jackson felt it unfair that the RNC was spared the Hurricane.  Oh, so sad for you Mr. Jackson.  Such a great talent, such a bitter human being.

Tuesday's speakers brought to center stage the effervescent and dynamic Ann Romney.  Not since The 19th Amendment was ratified, has the power of the women in politics held so much at stake. Granted, there are no women running for the top prize; although Michelle Bachmann could have given some of these men a run for their money.

But, the voters spoke, and Michelle gracefully and with class bowed out of the race on January 4, 2012.  She left the race with dignity.  No murky remarks, or underhanded, sly stabs against her all male opponents.  She rallied the Republicans, Conservatives, Tea Partiers, Independents and undecided together and spoke of the ability to make America GREAT.  I listened to Mrs. Bachmann's speech that morning,  I was not a supporter of her spot for the White House, but anyone with a drop of common sense could hear a well worded, and heartfelt convivial utterance of words.  She garnered my respect on that cold January  morning.

Chastisement has been the main headline of late.  Never has there been such turmoil over women.  Democrats care more;  no, it's Republicans.  At this point, I am sure on only one thing, the only man I know who gives a rat's ass about my well being is my husband.

"The Story So Far: two days ago, the Obama administration – using the fig-leaf/cutout of Super PAC Priorities USA – accused Mitt Romney of being a murderer because a company that Romney used to own closed down a steel mill (several years after Romney left that company) and that meant that the wife of the husband who lost his job at that steel mill (one Joe Soptic) didn’t have any insurance after the wife left her job several years after the layoff and several years after all of that the wife was diagnosed with cancer and then died. As Erick notes in the link above: if that’s an acceptable logic chain that legitimately leads one to a charge of murder, then (to give just one example) this administration murdered US Border Agent Brian Terry and Eric Holder needs to give himself up right now.
But wait! It gets even more convoluted. You see, the Media is balking – absolutely balking - at taking this line of attack seriously, and the Obama administration has already done its best to distance itself from the Priorities USA ad, to the point where Obama for America (OfA) spokesman Stephanie Cutter denied that they had any knowledge of Soptic’s story.
So… who’s that voice at the end of this conference call, Stephanie? Your evil twin?"

Really?  Is this what we come to as we slowly evaporate from being civil?  Now, I know there are dozens of liberals on the other side who will counter this whole statement with some dreadful statement that Romney may have made about some one else, or some Democrat who has dirt of some Republican.

So, tonight I forced myself to stay awake.  Recent back surgery has left me either virtually impossible to stay asleep or impossible to stay awake, and arise before half  the day is gone.  Although I believe things are starting to look up.  The speech from Ann Romney tonight, vs. the speech from Mrs. Michelle Obama some 4 years ago where she arrogantly announced:  " Barack Obama’s wife, Michelle, is under fire for leaving the impression that she hasn’t been proud of her country until now, when Democrats are beginning to rally around her husband’s campaign. Speaking in Milwaukee, Wis., on Monday, she said, “People in this country are ready for change and hungry for a different kind of politics and … for the first time in my adult life I am proud of my country because it feels like hope is finally making a comeback.”  Greeted with rousing applause after making the comment in Milwaukee, Obama delivered an amended version of the speech later that day in Madison, Wis. “For the first time in my adult lifetime, I’m really proud of my country … not just because Barack has done well, but because I think people are hungry for change,” she said. “I have been desperate to see our country moving in that direction and just not feeling so alone in my frustration and disappointment.”
Obama was born in 1964, meaning her adult life began in 1982. Critics quickly seized on the new found national pride.Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,331288,00.html#ixzz24udFcmVh

As for me - Although adopted, I consider myself a legally first generation American citizen.  I am proud of this fact.  I take great pride in announcing that America is my country first and foremost. I am an advocate for the power of the good old American Dream.  It exists!  A long line of military follow my family history.  I am proud of every single member of my family who decided that there was something out there greater then themselves; and they took up arms to defend our nation against the perils of enemies.  When I think of my husband of 20 years, I beam with pride in knowing he defended our country during a time when the middle east was a hot bed of hornets and scorpions, and Muslim Infidels; all who would stop at nothing until they had an American head on a platter and a burned American Flag.

Tonight Mrs. Romney stood before millions and well, "she rocked their socks off".  What I heard was a woman of faith, conviction, honor, integrity, no half ass statements of her contempt for a country, or the first time she became "proud to be an American".  I heard a woman speak eloquently about the years of breast cancer, raising 5 boys, 16 grandchildren, being madly in love with the same man, who brought her home safely from a dance some 42 years earlier.

In the back of  my mind I was reminded of two other great Republican women who displayed dignity under fire.  Mrs. Barbara Bush and Mrs. Laura Bush.  People are either born with class or they are passed over.  All this nonsense that the GOP hates women.  Nonsense.

Getting Older

People, I have been away from my own large screen computer for some time now....getting ready for back surgery, and dog sitting at other people's homes.  Please forgive my last post, which potentially was great in that it pointed out what BOTH SIDES will go to in order to make a political commercial.  Yes, I am very right wing, very conservative, and even more importantly, Catholic.

Actually, I was lucky enough to be raised Catholic... you know the routine.  White little dresses, glove, veils, white shoes, getting the First Holy Communion.  I remember mine clearly in that my Irish Bostonian mother threw a huge party afterwards, and I was sitting with my great aunt, demonstrating how the lady on some tele commercial would ""twing" her crystal goblets together to indicate that they were true crystal.  In my  life, such an innocent action turned into a close call of "Mother Murders Daughter in First Holy Communion Gown".  Not only did I shatter two very expensive long stemmed Waterford goblets, but I managed to soak my little white dress with red wine.  Looking back on it, I remember my mother lunging towards me, but my dear old aunt was there to rescue her favorite niece from sure death.

Perhaps the red stain on the white dress has set the tone for my life as it has managed to go thus far.  It sounds almost exorcism in the making. Shit, I could have been in movies.

My second sacrament was confession.  Weekdays of CCD, and nuns and priests, God Love Them, trying to convince me that I was in the right class, and that "no" since Jesus was a Jew, I could not convert.  Damn.  Well, as classes of confession training, on how you enter the little room, and a little light goes on to let busy bodies behind you in line that you are in there, spilling all your worldly secrets to a priest who is thinking....what can a 8 year old possible say?  Well, they had not met old Annie Mac yet.  I entered that little room, with a bench kneeler and a screen.  I immediately needed to stick my finger in the screen, just to see what it was made of.  That did not fare well with the priest who was probably nipping the sherry...well he would be if he were smart.  I got in there, put a little hole in the screen, and then proceeded to tell the priest that I hated my brothers and sister, wanted to be an only child, thought God was not real.  I asked him what he ate for dinner.  Did he like it?  I asked him what the worst sin was he had ever heard confessed.  By the end of 20 minutes in the confessional, I suspect  they were wanting to be rid of me.  I was instructed through the little screen to recite my learned prayers, and that for penance, I was to tell me siblings that I did not hate them.  Truth be told, if I was in a secret confessional, telling a priest something, then why the need to even mention it to my siblings.

I never did get to confirmation as I rebelled against organized religion at that age, was a hellion, and created some sort of havoc where ever our family went.  I think they have special places for kids like me know.  It's called military school, which I might have actually done quite well at - why?  Structure, but punishment for a reason, not a threat. Of course now, at 48, i recognize the importance of the confirmation, and have been confirmed.  I'm in the club now.

Well, look at this...way overboard on what I actually wanted to say.  The font on my previous post about commercials in in some idiotic ultra small style which I can barely read, bifocals on and off.  Does that mean its time for trifocals? 

Dirty Political commercials

The Dirty Business of Political Commercials

A life long friend of mine and I were discussing tonight, via modern technology referred to as IM FB, topics to blog about.  One of the ideas that ran the gauntlet was about the recent stench emanating from the political ad dealing with a gentleman's wife succumbing to what I believe was breast cancer.  You have my deepest sympathies with regard to that one sir.  It was a commercial that was painting Romney as a murderer.

Now, those words tend to be a bit strong.  No, in fact, they are over the top. Come now, a murderer is someone who walks into a full movie theater dressed in head to to Kevlar, a murderer(s) walks into a school in Columbine and assassinates his classmates as they plead for their lives.  Charlie Manson comes to mind; but old Charlie really holds his own little circle.  

Are we that numb to political commercials, coming from both sides that we are eager enough to call a candidate a murderer?  Moron, idiot, fool, nitwit, benighted, a sham, demoralized, vitiated...these are words I'd feel comfortable settling with.

Add to which indignity the thousands of United States citizens who have in one way or another been effected by the evilest of evils, CANCER?

From Solyndra, VOLT to Bain, to healthcare one way or another, I am almost at the point where I no longer am listening.  I'm a die hard conservative Republican.  I have been one my entire life.  My brother reminds me that I did a wee jig the day LBJ passed away, which threw my liberal Democratic, peanut roasting, Kennedy hanging on the wall next to the Pope, parents into some lecture as to how we do NOT celebrate death of people.  

Unless someone discovers that Mr. Romney has taken a blow torch to our planet, or committed the most heinous of crimes, wearing short shirt sleeves after Labor Day, I'll be casting my vote towards him.  
Some readers will expect this from me; actually all that know me, understand my derision towards all things B. Hussein Obama.  Often times I wonder if it's a personal flaw in him that churns my stomach or if it is just that he is in way over his head.  After some due thought, I'd say both.  I think he lives in a fairyland world, where everything is daisies and wonderful, the sun shines all the time and there are no mischievous little imps around to remind him of the reality that the debt is $15,917,222,316,403.85 , as of right now (@ 2253 8Aug12).  

Now, I started blogging about a year ago.  This idea came to fruition from a co-worker at the time who insisted that I should write my ideas down.  She was a Hilary Clinton supporter.  I guess the notion of writing down rants, raves and what-ifs sounded like a good idea.  When I lost my job, as part of the down sizing scam, this blog became my money maker.  I'm not making millions, and if you do the math on that current debt, my portion of the national debt if $50,000+.  Hello Washington D.C. , I'm a "domestic goddess" otherwise referred to as retired, Suzy homemaker, and my husband's marketing specialist when it comes to promoting his (mollydogimages.com) -  go ahead and click on that word epic to see what hubby captures from nature - epic would be an understatement to my husband's talent from what comes through his camera lens.  So how have I been gifted a $50,000+ debt? 

In the end, I am not looking forward to any merriment as to the onslaught of "he said, he said" political ads.  For me it's a matter of cut & dry, simple words from the horse's own mouth.  Does anyone remember this:  The Big Lie .  Go ahead and click on it...It makes for good listening.  There are other fables he has uttered throughout his presidency.  

As I close on this matter, tossing my television out the window for the next few months seems to be the smartest of decisions.  However, I'd miss the return of SouthLAnd, and Chopped. 

The Dirty Business of Political Commercials

A life long friend of mine and I were discussing tonight, via modern technology referred to as IM FB, topics to blog about.  One of the ideas that ran the gauntlet was about the recent stench emanating from the political ad dealing with a gentleman's wife succumbing to what I believe was breast cancer.  You have my deepest sympathies with regard to that one sir.  It was a commercial that was painting Romney as a murderer.

Now, those words tend to be a bit strong.  No, in fact, they are over the top. Come now, a murderer is someone who walks into a full movie theater dressed in head to to Kevlar, a murderer(s) walks into a school in Columbine and assassinates his classmates as they plead for their lives.  Charlie Manson comes to mind; but old Charlie really holds his own little circle.  

Are we that numb to political commercials, coming from both sides that we are eager enough to call a candidate a murderer?  Moron, idiot, fool, nitwit, benighted, a sham, demoralized, vitiated...these are words I'd feel comfortable settling with.

Add to which indignity the thousands of United States citizens who have in one way or another been effected by the evilest of evils, CANCER?

From Solyndra, VOLT to Bain, to healthcare one way or another, I am almost at the point where I no longer am listening.  I'm a die hard conservative Republican.  I have been one my entire life.  My brother reminds me that I did a wee jig the day LBJ passed away, which threw my liberal Democratic, peanut roasting, Kennedy hanging on the wall next to the Pope, parents into some lecture as to how we do NOT celebrate death of people.  

Unless someone discovers that Mr. Romney has taken a blow torch to our planet, or committed the most heinous of crimes, wearing short shirt sleeves after Labor Day, I'll be casting my vote towards him.  
Some readers will expect this from me; actually all that know me, understand my derision towards all things B. Hussein Obama.  Often times I wonder if it's a personal flaw in him that churns my stomach or if it is just that he is in way over his head.  After some due thought, I'd say both.  I think he lives in a fairyland world, where everything is daisies and wonderful, the sun shines all the time and there are no mischievous little imps around to remind him of the reality that the debt is $15,917,222,316,403.85 , as of right now (@ 2253 8Aug12).  

Now, I started blogging about a year ago.  This idea came to fruition from a co-worker at the time who insisted that I should write my ideas down.  She was a Hilary Clinton supporter.  I guess the notion of writing down rants, raves and what-ifs sounded like a good idea.  When I lost my job, as part of the down sizing scam, this blog became my money maker.  I'm not making millions, and if you do the math on that current debt, my portion of the national debt if $50,000+.  Hello Washington D.C. , I'm a "domestic goddess" otherwise referred to as retired, Suzy homemaker, and my husband's marketing specialist when it comes to promoting his (mollydogimages.com) -  go ahead and click on that word epic to see what hubby captures from nature - epic would be an understatement to my husband's talent from what comes through his camera lens.  So how have I been gifted a $50,000+ debt? 

In the end, I am not looking forward to any merriment as to the onslaught of "he said, he said" political ads.  For me it's a matter of cut & dry, simple words from the horse's own mouth.  Does anyone remember this:  The Big Lie .  Go ahead and click on it...It makes for good listening.  There are other fables he has uttered throughout his presidency.  

As I close on this matter, tossing my television out the window for the next few months seems to be the smartest of decisions.  However, I'd miss the return of SouthLAnd, and Chopped.