Hey there, Internet!
Hi Dead Space,
What's been goin' on? A veteran blogger all of 15 minutes, I figured I'd check in with you. You sure are intimidating.
So, hey, I suppose it was only a matter of time really, before you sucked me in and convinced me that I too needed a virtual soapbox. Lurking for quite some time on various blogs - some by old friends and some that I found by pure happenstance - I resisted your call. But, in the end, you, empty void, proved mighty.
So, what now? I guess I need a platform or some cool cause or something. I suppose something might come out in time should I keep this up, but likely I'll just spout off on the mad crazy - but full of promise - world we live in.
The news of the day when my blog sprung forth is this: Our president takes the blame for the epic tragedy that was Katrina, the Hurricane - which occurred more than two weeks ago and they're still finding bodies. Many have died. Many of them didn't have to. Facts of the tragedy are facts. So, George W. says, more or less, "my bad!" - as if that makes a difference.
Don't get me wrong, Dubya is a nice guy. I know this for a fact. Or, at least he was 13 years ago, when a previous career thrust me into several chats with him in a desolate Texas town I once lived in. If he was still a drinker then, knocking back a High Life or three with him would have been a hoot. Instead, we just talked it up at the local Lions Club meetings or Rotary or wherever we were that I'm currently forgetting.
All I can really say about the man now is that he has yanked the Republican right out of me - and, frankly, that was no easy feat. No hardcore liberal either, I'm somewhere in the middle. These days, I surprisingly find myself leaning left. When I knew Bush, he didn't strike me as presidential material. Today, I think it's clear - and has been for a few years - that he's in over his head. I see a lost puppy dog look, a deer in the headlights glaze. The smoke-and-mirrors act couldn't last much longer.
So he apologies on behalf of the federal government and my question is, why? What's the point? Who cares, old buddy? You're the president - second termer - you ain't runnin' again. And, by the way, did you not turn on the presidential television set when the hurricane and flooding unfolded? You didn't realize what was going on in New Orleans? Our nation's leader shouldn't be the last person in America to know about an American catastrophe. That's beyond sad.
Bottom line: Bush's war has weakened us as a nation and bankrupt our government.
Well, I'll be danged, Dead Space, you sure are a crafty one. I didn't know I had a little grandstanding in me tonight. Don't worry, I won't moan about politics too much. I've met too many to care about there b.s. I'm more of a pop culture whore, or a sports guy or sometimes just an SOB who needs to wax poetic about shit you don't care about
Well, anyway, DS, I think I'll turn in for the night. It's been nice getting to know you. Maybe I'll see you around. Take care.
What's been goin' on? A veteran blogger all of 15 minutes, I figured I'd check in with you. You sure are intimidating.
So, hey, I suppose it was only a matter of time really, before you sucked me in and convinced me that I too needed a virtual soapbox. Lurking for quite some time on various blogs - some by old friends and some that I found by pure happenstance - I resisted your call. But, in the end, you, empty void, proved mighty.
So, what now? I guess I need a platform or some cool cause or something. I suppose something might come out in time should I keep this up, but likely I'll just spout off on the mad crazy - but full of promise - world we live in.
The news of the day when my blog sprung forth is this: Our president takes the blame for the epic tragedy that was Katrina, the Hurricane - which occurred more than two weeks ago and they're still finding bodies. Many have died. Many of them didn't have to. Facts of the tragedy are facts. So, George W. says, more or less, "my bad!" - as if that makes a difference.
Don't get me wrong, Dubya is a nice guy. I know this for a fact. Or, at least he was 13 years ago, when a previous career thrust me into several chats with him in a desolate Texas town I once lived in. If he was still a drinker then, knocking back a High Life or three with him would have been a hoot. Instead, we just talked it up at the local Lions Club meetings or Rotary or wherever we were that I'm currently forgetting.
All I can really say about the man now is that he has yanked the Republican right out of me - and, frankly, that was no easy feat. No hardcore liberal either, I'm somewhere in the middle. These days, I surprisingly find myself leaning left. When I knew Bush, he didn't strike me as presidential material. Today, I think it's clear - and has been for a few years - that he's in over his head. I see a lost puppy dog look, a deer in the headlights glaze. The smoke-and-mirrors act couldn't last much longer.
So he apologies on behalf of the federal government and my question is, why? What's the point? Who cares, old buddy? You're the president - second termer - you ain't runnin' again. And, by the way, did you not turn on the presidential television set when the hurricane and flooding unfolded? You didn't realize what was going on in New Orleans? Our nation's leader shouldn't be the last person in America to know about an American catastrophe. That's beyond sad.
Bottom line: Bush's war has weakened us as a nation and bankrupt our government.
Well, I'll be danged, Dead Space, you sure are a crafty one. I didn't know I had a little grandstanding in me tonight. Don't worry, I won't moan about politics too much. I've met too many to care about there b.s. I'm more of a pop culture whore, or a sports guy or sometimes just an SOB who needs to wax poetic about shit you don't care about
Well, anyway, DS, I think I'll turn in for the night. It's been nice getting to know you. Maybe I'll see you around. Take care.
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