I Coulda Had acV8

 

 

 

I’m going to put a link in here of my granddaughter’s show, Boomers to Zoomers. Karrie the Puck and the indomitable Roger Landry do a Sunday show where Karrie asks pertinent questions and Roger gives informative answers in an attempt to bridge a fifty year gap between common sense and modern sense. Can I have an “Amen?”

 

You may not agree totally with it, in fact you most likely will not, but they don’t call me Bill the Butcher because I like brisket. Still,  I feel you need to take notice. People my age are basically on the way out while  those of the generation she represents are on the way in and will eventually carry us to the grave, or the crematorium whichever you can afford. Don’t sweat it. Jesus will know where you are. As a group Baby Boomers are above average but frankly I’m amazed at how we sometimes fall for the same tired old  political tricks that we have fallen for again and again all of our lives. But the sad fact is that a good majority of the time people take to vote is about the same time they take in the checkout line at the grocery store. Don’t lie as you drink that overpriced Starbucks!

 

Rather than examining the record of the candidate we quote over and over again some sound bite. Or vote for skin color, sexuality, or movie career, anything but what is this person capable of if they get the job.  And we get what we pay for, but hey, the Edsel was a pretty car, wasn’t it? Yes,

 

Trump has a mouth. But, he’s from New York where people talk fast and think slow. I’m from Texas and I instinctively distrust Yankees. See how that works? And ya’ll think all Texans are in the KKK. We’re NOT! Well, not ALL of us anyway. Just those damn East Texans!

 

  Inclusive. Now there’s a buzz word. We’re all equal and any little prick can grow up to be president. Sure! Name the last five Apache presidents. Even Harris went from Navajo to negajo  to garner votes. We, that would be you and I inclusively, will not be around to see what happens when the “Z” generation takes complete control, but times are a-changing for us and will certainly change for them. The Great Experiment, in my opinion is a failed experiment. In any laboratory there is always a control group and America is clearly out of control.

 

The Constitution, state borders and the entire Civil War were exercises in futility. The country will eventually be divided into regions with each one cognizant of their own interests. Apples and oranges. Cotton don’t grow well in Beverly Hills and Porta Via is not on Texas Avenue. And just as the Roman Empire dissolved into Europe what you know as America will be a study for little girls in elementary school and you and I will be artifacts in a museum. And for the record Lincoln freed the slaves but at the same time he came up with a way to pay for the war which eventually morphed into the IRS, effectively enslaving all the money and therefore all of us.

 

Your so-called “elections” no longer resemble what the founding fathers envisioned. Your Constitution? Don’t make me laugh. Just walk into a court wearing a pistol, quoting the second amendment. I’ll notify your survivors. Your civil rights? SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!  So run out Tuesday, vote, rub yourself and wear that silly little sticker on your shirt showing that you are a good lemming! Your owners will push a button, and your vote and thousands of others like it will disappear like last month’s rent. But dream on LeRoy. Depending upon your party, race, sexuality and IQ you will vote the way the sound bites told you to. And Wednesday you will begin again until the next time the circus is in town!