Electorial Precipice

So as we sit on the precipice of what stands to be the most important election of our lifetime. Of an election which stands to affect: our lives, our children's lives, our parents lives, our grand-children's lives, our neighbors gardener who knows a guy who walks with a limps life, and certainly not least to some guy who is or is not a plumber, is or is not running for congress, who works for a plumber, which allows him to plumb, and wants to own his own business eh.......

Its a big deal. First. I think anything is better than what we have. Right now I would vote for a box turtle if I thought it would improve things. Still our country, if you haven't noticed is connected to other countries, and it would nice if maybe some of them....... LIKED US. Maybe its just my issues of low self-esteem, still right now the only people that "dig us" (if even) break every day for tea with "the Queen" and refer to Elton John as "Sir" hmmmmmmm. Does Rush Limbaugh know this. I hate Rush Limbaugh. OK maybe hate is to ........ soft a word. But I digress.

Bottom Line. We have money tied up everywhere. The trail, I believe starts somewhere around that soul-less Harpy "DICK" Cheney. Every time they wheel this demon's carcass to a hospital because of Heart Problems it makes me laugh. If this guy has a heart then I have three ears. This cat strikes me as a Satanical version of The Wizard of Oz. He's Like some cross between the Scare-crow, the tin Man, and the Lion hopped up on Steroids. I'm not even going to address the witch piece. Where was I, oh yeah "Dick" and (Money Trail) ends up in Juan Valdez's Asses Ass. Taking a brief detour through parts of Mainland China, Europe, Central Asia, and Winnipeg.

My point, and I know I have people scratching there heads at this moment, is that we are all connected. Yes, in a Buddhist kind of way. But also in a real money greed, green means go dollars, rubles, franks, euros kind-a-way. So if maybe we vote in an administration that acknowledges the world is not only not flat, but that other countries matter, then maybe, just maybe we can start some dialogue. Dialogue. You know...........talking. Such that maybe we can fix some of the un-adulterated debacle that we find ourselves in.

Tomorrow, we'll discuss caffeine, and maybe put in some shelves. "Good Day Then"