The weekend is finally here. I do not wish to dwell anymore on the debt ceiling crisis that the pols, particularly the rabid right-wingers, have brought to a head. But even though I do not wish to dwell on this matter that doesn’t mean I am going ostrich (sticking one’s head in the sand) like some folks such as Michelle Bachmann. Of course, Michelle and her hubby have some strange ideas anyway like the ones they use to make money off poor folks who can’t deal with their kids being gay.
I think I would tend to believe folks who know a little about the economy instead of politicians who trade in make believe.
Oh well, at least if I am furloughed because of the obstinacy of the Republican Party I will have plenty of company including Republicans who will go: “What happened? That damned Obama.” Yes, that damned Obama indeed. Sometimes I think that some of the people I encounter in my part-time job are idiots in search of a village. I can only imagine what poor Barack has to endure with people in power who are idiots yet few if any of their underlings have the balls to tell them that they are as stupid as amoebas.
But enough of that. I’m going to play with my computer this weekend. Look at maps. I love maps. Perhaps I will figure a new route around Cape Horn. Oh, well, yes I guess that has been done. I might even read for pleasure. Do you know what that is like? It can be fun. You should try it sometime.
The sky may be falling all around us, but I think I will take a break this weekend from giving a damn about any of it. To quote a fine old song by the Atlanta Rhythm Section:
“Life on the streets is a jungle/A struggle to keep up the pace/I just can’t beat that old dog-eat-dog/The rats keep winning the rat race.
“But I’m not gonna let it bother me tonight/I’m not gonna let it bother me tonight/The world is in an uproar and I see no end in sight/But I’m not gonna let it bother me tonight.”
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