Musings From The Edge
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Mr. and Mrs. Anders had been up for several hours preparing for their trip. She was making sure she had several nice dresses to wear and getting James’ white shirts ironed so he would look very professional at the meetings. With great care she was packing everything in their new luggage the they had purchased from Sears to be sure that their clothes would not be all wrinkled with they arrived. Sarah Anders had packed the last items and said, “James, I’m gonna let you get these things down to the car while I go down and fix breakfast for the kids before we go.” James just gave her a funny look and said, “I’ll have to take off my new sport coat.” “Well take it off then, the bags have to get to the car some how and I can’t fix breakfast and get the bags,” She said. James took off his brand new sport coat he bought at Sears also and began wrestling the suitcase down the stairs.
Sarah was in the kitchen scrambling eggs and making toast for the kids breakfast when her teenage daughter came in and said, “Hi Mom, breakfast ready?” “Almost,” said Sarah. Becky, her daughter, said, “Mom what is this meeting about again and why is so important that daddy had to take off work to go?” “Well, honey it is not exactly a meeting, its a convention.” “What kind of convention?” said James, Jr. who had just came into the room. Sarah smiled a big smile and said, “it is political convention. We are meeting with a bunch of folks like us who are going to send a message to those idiots in Washington that we are tired of what they are doing with our money.” “Oh,” muttered Becky between bites of egg, “you mean like the Democrats and Republicans, that kind of convention?” Sarah snapped her head around so hard she almost lost her glasses,”No Ma’am, we ain’t nothing like either of them. we are all free thinkers and have different opinions. But we all know one thing, we want the government to stop wasting our money on all of those darned entitlement things, and we want the government to be smaller and stop meddling in everybody’s business.” “Wow! Mom, I didn’t know you knew so much about politics and government and stuff,” said James Jr. James Sr had walked back into the room and said, “I didn’t either til she started explaining all to me and telling about the Tea Baggers Convention. Then I thought, by God it is about time someone listen to my voice too.” “About what dad?” asked Becky. “About all these damned giveaway programs we got going on, you know food stamps, and that government healthcare program.”
Sarah finished up in the kitchen and gave the kids the instructions for while they were gone. “Now you know, no wild parties or anything like that.” both nodded in agreement. “Oh, and by the way, be sure to go by the nursing home this afternoon. They were supposed to get the final paper work on your grandmother’s Medicaid and Medicare coverage for her nursing home cost and the medical bills for her surgery.” “Yes ma’am,” said Becky. “And James, you check the mail this afternoon for my unemployment check for when I was laid off when the mill shut down two months ago and be sure to deposit it.” “Oh and one other thing”, said James Sr., in there by the phone there’s a name of a man and a number for the county street department that I been trying get to come out here and repave this damned street. Would you call him and remind him of that for me James?” “Sure Dad.”
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@Lazer,
here’s hoping my friend. (raises an imaginary V8)
-SJ
LOL Lazer!!
SJ I am really not sure but hopefully someday one of the hypocritical idiots is going to slap himself in the head and say, “damn, I could have had a V-8.” and we will all say, “Here’s your sign.”
@Lazer,
I recently remarked that I wished you wrote more often (because your stuff’s that good) and here’s a another great one Lazer, cheers.
One thing you’ve hit on in here that nobody around the world seems to understand about us (and that we often don’t understand about ourselves ) is that many Americans have an incredible ability to live with irony. -Not to appreciate or even perceive irony at times, but to live with it as if its contradictions were just nuances and not direct caustic opposites.
This has allowed us to get far, it’s allowed things like Baseball leading the charge against racial segregation ahead of our own government (the former eventually embarrassing the later in action), and our putting people on the moon before the ratification of the ERA, or passing of Healthcare Reform.
How long can we live with irony, moving around it, sitting next to it on the bus, across the lunch counter from it before it undermines everything?
At some point more of us have to snap out of it and just say:
“Hey, this is crazy.”
-SJ
Beach Bum: I saw a lot of those.
Great story. Truth is stranger than . . .
Along those same lines some old chick at a Townhall meeting months ago had a sign saying not to socialize her Medicare.
Lol Bee!!
That was cool – ’bout sums it all up, too. Bunch of whining ninnies who don’t even have sense enough to know what to whine about.
Folks, I agree that if these folks weren’t so damned dangerous these whiners would would have me belly laughing all over the place. The problem is that they are taking themselves serious, but they don’t know about what.
For real. ’nuff said. 🙂
Nice one Bill! and Holte,”proud of their ignorance” sums it up. It’d be sad if it wasn’t so counter-productive as well as dangerous.
Well said Holte!
Don’t you just love the smell of hypocrisy in the morning. Those poor tea-bagger folks don’t get it and what’s more they are proud of their ignorance. The cynicism of the organizers and the people who do get it, but prefer to incite, while making a few bucks, is the most sickening aspect.
I think the fact they really don’t understand they are hypocrites is the worst of it SJ
Holte if ignorance is bliss these “baggers” are truly on cloud 9.
Perfect!!