First, if you are running for president you should not know how to make money. You should happily pay your share of taxes and then add a bunch more to the amount owed. This will prove you regretted making any in the first place.

If you have been married before, it is more important to hear what your ex-wife has to say than what you have to say. If you don’t give up when the media says you should. They will compare you to a cock roach in a microwave.

If your biggest accomplishment in life is that, you have delivered thousands of babies. You are an idiot and shouldn’t even be ask questions. After all what do you know about anything?

If you mention you go to church or believe in Christ then you are some kind of religious zealot. Who needs one of them in the white house? After all God, ask the president what to do every day.

A while back if you were a black man, with a blemished past you got a certain amount of grace. Today if you are a black republican man, you are just a stupid pizza delivery boy that tries to molest all the women in town.

Speaking of women, if you are a republican woman, you need to stay home, stay bare footed and take care of all those kids you have. You are too stupid to try to balance a budget. After all just because you can raise a dozen or so kids does not mean you know anything about a budget.

What no one is saying is this.

1. If elected this is how I will change things.

2. This is how long it will take.            

3. This is how much the plan will cost you the taxpayer.

Finally, no one has said, “If I make it through this blood bath, this is how I plan to beat Obama.”

It may no longer be possible for a republican to win against Obama. The winner of this race will already be beat up and cut up more than Obama could ever do himself.

These idiots have all stood around shutting each other in the head. Most likely the last one standing will turn his weapon to his own temple and pull the trigger.

Obama will then say, “I win by default. I am still alive.”

 Sadly, he will be right.

What a sad day, Obama, standing on a pile of republican corpses while being sworn in.

A HUMBLE MAN LEARNS A TOUGH LESSON

It was that way in Vietnam, Korea, World War II as well as World War I.

The people who get all the protection want to spit on the ones doing the protecting.

God bless the men and women that serve this country. If you don’t like how they are doing it. Call them home and go yourself. Other wise set in your recliner with your big fat mouth shut.

Rep. Allen West (R-Fla.), a former Army lieutenant colonel, sends THE WEEKLY STANDARD an email commenting on the Marines’ video, and has given us permission to publish it.

“I have sat back and assessed the incident with the video of our Marines urinating on Taliban corpses. I do not recall any self-righteous indignation when our Delta snipers Shugart and Gordon had their bodies dragged through Mogadishu. Neither do I recall media outrage and condemnation of our Blackwater security contractors being killed, their bodies burned, and hung from a bridge in Fallujah.

“All these over-emotional pundits and armchair quarterbacks need to chill. Does anyone remember the two Soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division who were beheaded and gutted in Iraq?

“The Marines were wrong. Give them a maximum punishment under field grade level Article 15 (non-judicial punishment), place a General Officer level letter of reprimand in their personnel file, and have them in full dress uniform stand before their Battalion, each personally apologize to God, Country, and Corps videotaped and conclude by singing the full US Marine Corps Hymn without a teleprompter.

“As for everyone else, unless you have been shot at by the Taliban, shut your mouth, war is hell.”

Now with that said, I do believe there is a quarter back that he thinks a whole lot of. Go Tebow!!!!

My only prayer concerning any of this is that the Broncos and the Saints don’t land in the Super Bowl. That will surely cause a divorce at my house, perhaps even a murder. I assure you if it looks like both teams are heading toward the Super Bowl, I will hide all guns and sharp instruments around my house before hand.

After all we know down deep that God gotta love Drew the most. If he didn’t I wouldn’t love him so much.

Please don’t read too much into this blog. It just happens I am a victim of a dysfunctional foot ball home.

My wife hates the Saints, and I have loved them for the last 45 years.

Move. Belief it or not, things don’t change much in the rut.

How many people do you know that have spent a life time in a dead-end job wondering why they can’t advance. The answer is simple. You are working a dead-end job. Go find another one.

I am saying this with a life of experience behind me. There have been several times in my life that I have been stuck in a rut. It was normally my wife who said, “Get your ass up and move. It isn’t anything but mud down there.

Yes, I was in a rut but for the most part. Still, it was a comfortable rut. I knew everyone in it and we all shared the same dislikes of the rut. We would sit around for hours complaining about our situation.

I just read a book about a black girl back in the 60s. She was born with a great musical mind. However, the people in colored town, could not care less. They saw it of nothing special. Before she could accomplish her goals she had to move. She kissed butt and worked two jobs. She was willing to do whatever it took to get across the tracks.

People have starved to death for years in West Virginia coal mining country. Guess what they aren’t making any more coal. Either they must move and go to work for McDonald’s in Virginia or keep on asking charities to feed their kids.

Something else about being stuck in a rut. Your friends like you there. This means you must go and find some new ones. Find people who are already doing what you want to do.

Don’t ask your financially distressed friends for money advice. They no less about the subject than you do.

Interested in becoming a cop? Hang around some do-nut shops. You might meet someone willing to give you a hand up.

If you want to be a deep-sea diver Pack up and go to the coast, there is no demand for deep-sea divers in Missouri.

If you say you can’t afford to move you are really saying you like the rut.

Show me a man who is thirsty, and I will show you a man who is soon going to find a way to get water.

It is a new year. Make up your mind. Either lay down in the rut and say I love it here or take my wife’s advice and get off your lazy ass and move over a foot. I promise the ground will be totally different there.

The book I just finished, “KING OF COLOR TOWN” was a very raw story about a girl who refused to look back. I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone. Some people view raw as gross or vulgar. I am that way on most things. Still, I chose to call this book raw.

This morning I awoke to find her standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,

“I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.’

I replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”

And then the fight started……..

My resolution is to bridle my tongue. Sounds simple. The psalms say you can bridle a wild stallion easier and I totally agree.

I have tried before and always fail. Out of nowhere for no reason I find myself saying something that is completely unnecessary. Often it is something hurtful to someone else.

The crazy thing about this is that it always comes back to haunt me. Such a simple thing yet so difficult.

Any of you that pray. Please feel free to mention me and my struggle. If you don’t  a positive thought in my direction would be appreciated.

Jesus said he wanted it all. Well, this is one part I have never been able to give all.

I will stop here and maybe I will go attach a clothes pen to my tongue. It is very strong little muscle though. It most likely want do any good.

PS. Sorry I know a lot of you was hoping I would take spelling lessons.

That in itself has never seemed very important to me. It has taken on a whole new meaning in the last couple of years though. My dad has Alzheimer and his past is slowly closing into a dark hole. Each day the hole seems to grow smaller. I am afraid soon he will no longer remember me.

If you don’t remember yesterday how in the world can you look forward to tomorrow. Perhaps that is one way we are different from the animals.

Any way I have tried my best to get in the Christmas spirit this year. Since Thanksgiving I have done everything I could think of. Then this morning on the way to work I felt it. I smiled and thought only one day late. Maybe that is how my dad feels. He just can’t quiet pull up enough of the past to look forward to the future.

This leaves him stuck in the moment. He neither knows for sure where he has been nor where he is going. My anchor, my rock is dissolving before my eyes.