Eight Feet Deep

Well, the 2008 elections are just about all over but the counting, or countin’, if you drop your ‘gs’ like Sarah Palin. It has been an interesting election, if not downright bizarre. I just hope all goes smoothly tonight and we can maintain that noble tradition in our country of having a non-violent transfer of power. If we can, and I’m thinking we can (or “Yes we can” if you are an Obama fan), then we’ve got ourselves a pretty good republic here.

Here we are (me) sitting in a place called Java Jack’s drinking iced tea.

Nonetheless, I am killing time while I wait for a clean hotel room to check into. I am just a block or so down busy North Street in Nacogdoches, Texas, from my alma mater, Stephen F. Austin State University. It is the college I affectionately know as “Steve.” Wouldn’t it be a lot easier — when asked where I graduated from college — to say “Steve?”

This Java Jack’s place is a particularly strange looking coffee house. It’s a two-story building with the top being, I suppose you could say geodesic-style. Beats me. For the life of me I can’t remember what was here in the old days, the early 80s, when I went to school here. I think there were some apartments here. I think my friend Bruce lived here once, although in an apartment and not the present shrine to Bucky Fuller. It is amazing one can live somewhere for a long period of time and not remember some of the details about the area in which he or she lived. Well, maybe it isn’t amazing. Perhaps it is just the effects of aging.

Speaking of aging, I read an interesting article today on Slate by its political writer John Dickerson. Actually, it was on yesterday’s Slate but I read it today and the reason I spoke of aging is that I was about to make a reference to John McCain but thought better of it. I guess that really blew up in my face.

Dickerson made the point that if Obama lost the election, it would result in a disaster for the media, pundits and pollsters, mainly because all have predicted Obama will win. I think he has a point although the media will get blamed if McCain loses or wins. The media, the “drive-by media” as Rush Limburger calls them, are the convenient house dogs. They are like the dog in one’s house who is to blame for everything. “The dog ate my homework.” “The dog farted.” “The dog crapped on the floor.” Well, on the last one that might be deserved.

But if McCain loses this election it will most certainly not be the media’s fault nor the metaphorical canine. It will be the fault of John McCain and, to a some extent, George Bush.

At this point in time I just want the election to be decided. I hate the thought that we might have to go through an ordeal such as in the 2000 election. Even worse would be if the election had to be solved in the House of Representative. What a nightmare that would be. We can’t trust most of Congress to legislate much less pick our executive branch. Well, I could go on but all I have to say is get out and vote. Vote early. Vote often.

It’s mid-afternoon. I just checked out James Lee Burke‘s latest novel “Swan Peak.” So now I have bigger fish to fry than solving the world’s problems here on, as our prez famously said, “The Internets.” Have a great weekend!

It now appears Joe the Plumber will not be doing a country music album as earlier reported. The unlicensed plumber a.k.a. Samuel Joseph Wurzelbacher told Fox News:

“I love country music, and I mean it’s pretty much what I listen to from sun-up to sundown. But as far as me being a country music star, I don’t know. I don’t think people are that deaf-tone out there.”

Ha. Ha. Joe makes a funny.

Meanwhile, EFD has discovered the REAL Joe the Plumber. His name is Joe L. Francis of Amarillo, Texas, according to the Texas State Board of Plumbing Examiner’s database. EFD knows this because of EFD’s superior data searching skills plus the fact that, unlike the unlicensed Joe the Plumber, the REAL Joe the Plumber HAS a plumbing license with his license number tastefully on his Web site. However, it seems the REAL Joe the Plumber is selling T-shirts and signs which feed the craze and almost cult-like following of the other Joe the Plumber. Oh well, I guess Joes have to help out their fellow Joes.

The REAL Joe the Plumber also is, according to his Website, “The Friendliest Plumber in Town.” That claim makes EFD wonder if the other 808 plumbers in Amarillo — that figure courtesy once again of the plumbing examiner’s database — are not friendly or have varying degrees of friendliness or unfriendliness?

One thing EFD does concede, if you’ve got a bathroom covered in s**t from a backed-up sewer line, the most important qualification for a plumber who can solve the problem is a big smile and convivial disposition.

“Honey, the plumber didn’t fix the problem. The sewer is still stopped up.”

“Yeah, but that was ONE friendly plumber.”

But wait. Don’t go yet. Because EFD is offering you not just ONE REAL Joe the Plumber but TWO REAL Joe the Plumbers.

REAL Joe the Plumber No. 2 is Joe Lara, who serves beautiful Ventura County, California. REAL Joe No. 2 notes on his Website that he has been quite in demand since the emergence of Faux Joe. This Joe also is licensed and although he makes no claims as to friendliness, he does purport to be “The Plumber’s Plumber,” meaning when one plumber needs another plumber for a problem he can’t fix himself he will call on Joe. Now this is just speculation, but EFD would be willing to venture that REAL Joe the Plumber No. 2 will also fix plumbing problems for people who aren’t plumbers.

Music executives are talking to Joe the Plumber about a record deal.

Sources close to Nashville say recording companies are also considering similar contracts for Jim the Port-a-Potty Guy, Alfonse the Pasta Delivery Dude, Ping the Laundry Manager, Patel the Motel Owner, Jose the Power Washer, Juan the Roofer, Abe the Haberdasher, Shermika the Street Walking Chick, Click-lik-clik the Kalahari Bushman taxi driver, Natasha Hadenov the Russian waitress …