Yesterday, the United States of America elected a new president and the celebrations have begun. They're celebrating in Chicago, they're celebrating in Los Angeles and they're celebrating in New York. Celebrations are also happening in Kenya, Iran, Russia, Indonesia and throughout the Muslim world. When the race for the presidency began many months ago, I thought that the people of the United States were smart enough to be able to make an intelligent choice among the many mediocre candidates. I was wrong.
Knowing full well that the masses are much like sheep patiently waiting to be sheared, I felt in my heart of hearts, some sense of sanity would prevail. The presidential race became just another American Idol show and the flames were fanned by the media. Yet, you have to be aware of the fact that if the media wants something and properly spins the messages to the public, the public will dutifully follow their lead without question. When the media gets what they want, you can be sure that they're going to benefit from it in one way or another.
The presidential outcome will not affect me in any way. All of my plans and finances are predicated on getting the new set of instructions from the new administration after every election and devise ways to profit from them. I cannot, however, be proud of the fact that we have black president named Barack Hussein Obama, with dubious experience, a dubious background and relatives in parts of the world that hate Americans.
There's an old adage that says, "be careful what you wish for, you may get it." I will hesitantly give the president-elect the benefit of the doubt with the hope that at least 25% of what he promised will come to pass. I have not yet been able to mathematically calculate how 95% of Americans will have their taxes reduced, but then again, I have no idea how Jesus fed the multitudes with a few loaves of bread and a few fish. Since Obama's supporters feel that he is the second coming, I'll just take a wait and see attitude.
Time will surely tell as the democrats can no longer place total blame on the republicans for America's economy and woes. The proverbial basketball is now in the democrat's court.
It's Hump Day and I've got an eerie feeling that happy hour in AREA 51 will be very spirited. It will be interesting to see what the denizens have to say.
This Date In History 1605: Guy Fawkes, a conspirator in the Gunpowder Plot, is arrested while attempting to blow up the Houses of Parliament. 1688: During the Glorious Revolution, William of Orange lands a 40,000-strong army at Torbay, Devon, to claim the British throne from James II. 1854: The Battle of Inkerman, during the Crimean War, sees a significant victory for Britain over Russia.
1991: The body of Robert Maxwell, the notorious media tycoon, is found off the Canary Islands, after disappearing from his luxury yacht in mysterious circumstances. 1940: Franklin D. Roosevelt is elected to an unprecedented third term in office as president of the United States.
Picture Of The Day: The day is not really complete until I get a few last licks in (I never said I was a good loser). Now that the elections are finally over, I can return to watching the normally crummy everyday commerials, which for the most part, just describe their own products and do not resort to calling other like products a piece of crap. To add insult to injury, now every politician in the nation will return to lying, stealing and coniving and embrace all of their competition as bretheren. The Audacity of Hope? No, the audacity of hype and hipocracy.
Birthdays: Eugene Debs, American socialist leader 1855, James Elroy Flecker, poet and dramatist 1884, John Burdon Sanderson Haldane, geneticist 1892, Vivien Leigh, actress most noted for her roles as Scarlett O'Hara, in "Gone With The Wind" and Blanche DuBois in "A Streetcar Named Desire" 1913.
The Hits Just Keep On Coming
Soon after marrying a beautiful blonde, a Texan was busily preparing for the first day of deer hunting season. His new wife started nagging that he had never asked her to go along. After several hours of argument the wife won.
That next morning they drove out to the country, and the wife climbed up in a tree for a better hidden view, about 100 yards from his blind. Just as the hunter reached the blind, he heard a loud bang coming from the wife's position.
As the Texan ran up to her, he saw that she was holding her gun on a man nearby and shouting, "It's my deer! Get away from It!!
The sheepish-looking stranger just nodded slowly and said, "OK, lady..... It's your deer.... Just let me get my saddle off of it!"
Miss Annabell had just returned from her big trip to New York City and was having refreshments on the front porch of her daddy's mansion with her southern belle friends. She tells them the stories of her trip as they stare spellbound.
"You just wouldn't believe what they have there in New York City," says Miss Annabell. "They have men there who kiss other men on the lips." Miss Annabell's friends fan themselves and say, "Oh my! Oh my!" "They call them homosexuals," proclaims Miss Annabell. "Oh my! Oh my," proclaim the girls as they fan themselves.
"They also have women there in New York City who kiss other women on the lips!" "Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls. "What do they call them?" they ask. "They call them lesbians," says Miss Annabell.
"They also have men who kiss women between the legs, there in New York City," sighs Miss Annabell. "Oh my! Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls as the sit on the edge of their chairs and fan themselves even faster. "What do they call them?" they ask in unison.
Miss Annabell leans forward and says in a hush, "Why, when I caught my breath, I called him Precious."
That's it for today, my little southern belles. More on Friday.
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