I'm baaaaaack!!!!!!!!

Fathom the hypocrisy of a government that forces it's citizens to purchase government run health insurance, but their elected officials exempt themselves from that requirement.

Compound that with the fact that citizens are required to purchase this insurance and to subsidize free health care for non citizens who are in the country illegally.

In addition, these same non citizens who pay no taxes are not being required to prove citizenship to receive benefits paid for by the tax paying citizens. And the exempt elected officials who are giving free benefits to the non citizens on the backs of the law abiding citizens are currently fighting to give those same non citizens the right to vote.

Look back at the draft card burning, pot smoking, constantly protesting flower children from the sixties, and you will see that those same hippies are currently running the country.

The inmates have taken over the Asylum. We need grownups in charge again. Unfortunately, the character traits that get people elected these days are the same traits that should disqualify them from holding any public office.

Aaaaaack.

 

Did I mention I'm bored????

Actually, the ability to be bored is an important life skill. There are many times one has to be able to wait patiently without being entertained while maintaining alertness and a positive attitude.

This just isn't one of them. I'm going Street Rat Crazy (capitalization intentional).

I think that might be the name of my band, whenever I get around to starting it--Street Rat Crazy. Good name for a band. Or at least a song.

Other possibilities:

Goat Cheese Pizza

Chickenfist

Phredd the Sacrificial Goat

Football Zombie

Screaming Flea

Aluminum Bra

Rabid Dolphin

The Barbersharks

Hairy Eyeball

Humparoo

Zipperpottamus

Supersonic Snail

Battle Kitty

Flaming Baseball

The Barbarian Rabbis

Berserker Bunnies

 

Baseball would be more entertaining if everybody carried a bat the whole time.

 

Hotel tonight.

 

At hotel. Watching The Simpsons. Played with someone else's dog for a couple minutes in the parking lot while they unloaded the car. They think I did them a favor, but the favor was for me. I get a little bit of my soul back every time I can have a little fun with a dog. Ain't no medicine better for a weary soul than a happy cuddle junkie of a dog. It's even better when he's clean. This was a Malamute with piercing blue eyes who weighed about eight hundred pounds and thought he belonged inside my shirt with me. Much wrestling, giggles, one badly placed paw (I may be sterile now), belly rubs, doggy kisses, and now I'm gonna grab a shower.

His name is Godzilla. Sorry, no pics (didn't have my phone).

He's enough to make me want to lease a truck. (If I can't keep my Blue Cross insurance I'm not bothering with a lease though)

 

Scuttlebutt is that when Gordon unveils their new lease plan in January there will be a way for drivers to keep the corporate insurance. If this is true I will be leasing a truck.

Then again, it was a trucker who told me that, and we're truckers. Everything we say is BS.

 

Meh. I got a little more quality time with Godzilla so nothing is bugging me right now. He's really cool.

His daddy told me he isn't a Malamute so Captain Correction is, well, correct. Large black and white cuddle monsters aren't my area of expertise so I stand corrected.

He recognized me and brought me his tug rope. He's really strong.

He tried to follow me to my room. His daddy thought it was funny. The Hot Chick didn't. Especially when he went vertical and put his 76 pounds on her belly while she was lying in bed.

The doggie romance is over. And the Hot Chick has sore abs.