Let’s pretend that I’m from Missouri. Any city in that state will do. Frankly, I like Joplin. It has a nice ring to the name. It might be that thing I’ve got for Janis Joplin, but whatever. You know, Jefferson City, St. Louis, or even Springfield will do. It really doesn’t matter. Just so long as it’s not Branson. That city is just too busy for the likes of me. Continue reading
It is so comforting to know that the State of the Union address is finally going to be delivered on February 5th. It’s had me worried ever since the Speaker of The House informed the President of the United States that he was not going to be allowed to stand before Congress and deliver the much ballyhooed information that our nation’s leader is bound, by the Constitution, to deliver from time to time. For many, many years now it has been delivered verbally, and I so look forward to this speech each year that I actually lose sleep in the days leading up to the address.
In all fairness, though, this information is supposed to be delivered to the Legislative branch of the government, not the people. It’s a state of the union address. Our Congressmen have no idea what’s going on in this country, so they rely on the President to tell them. That’s a scary thought. Continue reading
This partial government shutdown is now into its fourth week. We have not seen the worst of it. We see, read, and hear the stories about the government employees not working and those that are being forced to–without pay. They will eventually get paid, but in the meanwhile they’re not feeding the economy like they normally would. That’s three quarters of a million paychecks not being cashed. Then, there’s the trickle down affect. Put it all together and you get a problem. When it all finally has a noticeable affect on the economy, then we’ll really hear and see the stories.
I don’t want to talk about the shutdown right now. Well, maybe I do a little bit. Just the little bit that brings sadness to the Moapa Dace. I walked down to say hi this morning and wound up in the front of an inquisition–mine. Those little fellers were a bit upset. They grilled me like I’ve never been grilled. They even forced me to take a video of their demands. I don’t speak Dace (maybe you do), but body language alone says it all: Continue reading