Author: Dick

Sometimes you just forget how bad an idea is a drunken woman with any kind of instrument for obnoxiousness — fingernail polish, for instance. Before I could say no my right pinkie was painted a terrifying bright pink. And before I could say: “What the hell did you do that for?” she had moved on to a completely different subject and thus I forgot that fingernail polish has a tendency to stay on one’s finger for awhile. So, I wore a Band Aid on my pinkie today. I still have it on. Yeah, no balls no blue chip. But people don’t want their federal government servants gussied up like one-tenth of a two-dollar whore. A long enough story short: That is why I am in possession in my grocery bag of a bottle of nail polish remover. It is most certainly a good idea and antidote to a bad idea.

There are effectively no good times to listen to the trash that is known as “talk radio.” But if one was to listen to it, these days are perhaps among the best. The right wing which owns talk radio is in enormous funk these days because their man Mitt Romney was losing the Republican nomination to John McCain. Apparently, losing is no more as “lost” is more the operative word since Der Mitt decided to drop out.

The right wing radio reprobates have tried to look brave while they pout over what was not to have ever been. They actually are like spoiled children in that they had this false hope in what seems now to have been so long ago that the conservative GOP would have the “permanent majority” their messiah Karl Rove had hoped to construct.

But a big problem exists within the construct to construct: Nothing lives forever, especially in politics. The rightists should be happy they will have a GOP candidate at all. Who knows? They might not, or at least may not field a candidate for the entire party. A lot can happen between now and the election.

There was one thing I heard Rush Sleazeball say today that is correct. That is the Republicans better not put all their chips on Billary. They have been campaigning against her (them) from the start. But what if the nominee is the Big Black Barack Attack? Hey, that would be a heck of a campaign slogan, or at least part of one. It’s kind of ethnic but what the hell. It’s not like anyone doesn’t know that Obama is — really — an African-American.

How about this: Watch Your White GOP Hiney: Here Comes the Big Black Barrack Attack! Hmm, not really warm and fuzzy is it?

Tonight I am hanging out in a hotel smack dab in Houston’s Texas Medical Center. What a wonderful place to be, he said facetiously. Well, at least if something happens to you some of the world’s best hospitals are nearby. Although, I am not so sure that the hospital where I am going in the morning is one of the world’s, or even Harris County’s, best.

I will be having what is known as a “C & P” exam in the morning. The initials stand for “compensation and pension” and is performed in order to determine whether one’s health situation is connected with one’s military service. In my case, it is to find out whether my continual back and neck problems started while I was in the Navy. That is, indeed, when all such problems began. Whether the Department of Veterans Affairs will agree and decide to “award” me disability compensation is another mystery.

It is all sort of a mystery why I am here to begin with. A couple of weeks ago I got a letter from the VA saying I had a C & P exam scheduled after it was recommended by the VA Regional Office in Houston. Why this has come about, I don’t know. I did apply several years ago for disability compensation but I was never given an exam and I was financially unable at the time to travel back to Waco for a hearing about my claim. In short, I gave up on filing for a disability claim even though my physical problems started during my military service.

So, I shall see how the examination goes. I am not particularly optimistic that the outcome will favor me. That is because I have been lied to and have been jacked around so much by the VA that I have no faith whatsoever in their organization other than their ability to dispense the drugs I need to get by. So why am I here? I don’t know. Call me curious, or whatever, just call me in time for supper.

Tempers are heating up between John McCain and “Catcher’s” Mitt Romney. And although I am not sure what they are arguing about, I also don’t really care.

It is curious that the right-wing noise machine is raising holy jalapenos with McCain. I caught about two seconds of Limbaugh today and, as is usually the case, he is making the tumult over the talking heads and McCain all about Rushbaugh. Limbaugh and Terrell Owens would make a nice couple.

Even if the “liberal” McCain becomes the GOP standard-bearer in the general election I really can’t see the right-wingers going against him. I mean, who are they going to vote for — Obama? The dreaded “H-word?”

Thus I think all the hullabaloo is a scam to get Dems and others who are thinking about voting for the Dem nom lulled into a false sense of security. You know the ploy, they want you to think McCain is a liberal so you won’t feel bad about voting for him because you can’t stand the thought of either Billary or Obama as president, es verdad?

Actually, I like McCain but he and I part ways when it comes to the war in Iraq. His support of the Bush-way is a deal-breaker. And as much as I hate to say it, especially because I am not getting any younger, McCain is a bit on the long-in-the-tooth side.

It’s still looking like I may vote once again for Willie Nelson, not that he’s any spring chicken his ownself …

Last night we witnessed the “Reverse Super Bowl.” A normal Super Bowl features a lame game along with a few funny commercials. This time we got to see a real football game along with predominantly lame commercials.

On another note, I am splitsville with Sprint and their air card service. So my output may be minimal until I find a different service.