The Moral Majority
"Former Senator Phil Gramm, a Republican from Texas who was known for his orneriness, once said, "We're the only nation in the world where all our poor people are fat."
Yep, I'd say that just about sums up the attitude of the so called moral majority
in this country. Most of them, just like Phil Gramm, have probably never met any real poor folks. If they had they'd know for damn certain that most
of them are not fat. Of course it wouldn't occurr to these arrogant asses that the reason those who are poor AND overweight might be because they don't have access to things like diet pills, personal trainers, and liposuction. The foods they eat must be cheap which means it's often high in calories as well. Things like rice, potatoes, biscuits, and beans. Then you add in that many of them are depressed because they're unemployed because their jobs have been outsourced to freaking India, and they can't support their families. Of course the wealthy don't understand about depression, and how it sucks away at your soul and your spirit, because what the heck do they have to be depressed about?
How moral is it to look down your nose at those who have less than you? How moral is it to have so little compassion? Everytime I hear someone talk about how this past election was about old fashioned values and morals, I just want to slap the crap out of them. This is why.
A Day of Thanksgiving
It's a day of giving thanks.
I am thankful that I don't live in Iraq, or Afghanistan, or any other country torn and ravaged by war. I am thankful that for now I am still able to express myself in a public forum like the internet. I am thankful for the many friends (and even a few of the foes) that I have met through blogging. I'm thankful for my family. I am thankful for the food we will be enjoying. I'm thankful I have a warm, safe home. I am thankful for Kahlau. I am thankful that if all else fails, Canada is still an option.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING ya'll!
Is It Over Yet
I woke up this morning to the sounds of rain on my rooftop. I love to snuggle under the covers and listen to the rain. In my mind I fancy the idea that the rain will wash the world all fresh and sparkly clean. My first thought was, "Oh boy, is it over yet?" Then the cold reality of daylight hit me square between the eyes. Feeling much like Amy
, I crawled deeper under the covers. She says it so well....
"Between Condi -incompetent liar who gets promoted- Rice receiving a new office, Colin -the only seemingly sane quasi-moderate who still lost my respect for what he had to know was lying to the UN- Powell leaving, the one party rule/legislative dictatorship that we've got going on (who obviously think they're above the law and reproach and will change the law to make it so), and the CIA crap going on with Porter -I swear I'll be bi-partisan until I get there and decree by memo that all must be Bush loyalists or leave/be fired- Goss...I'm already sick of it."
I wonder how long I can stay buried underneath my warm covers? Is there a pill I can take for this?