What's foolery got to do with it?

Since I probably will not vote for Barack Obama anyway, I suppose I shouldn’t care of all the hoo-hah being made over his relationship with bombastic pastor the Rev. Jeremiah A. Wright Jr. The problem is that I don’t know quite what to make of the whole sordid mess. I mean, I get that Wright is as annoying as gristle between one’s teeth and appears to be relishing the limelight that is getting the only viable black presidential candidate in this nation’s history more and more on a path of self-destruction.

But what I don’t get is what does a presidential candidate or anyone’s relationship with their pastor, priest, preacher, spiritual adviser, and so forth have anything to do with anything other than their own business?

Let’s say for instance Mr. Parishioner goes to the Church of Perpetual Payments. His priest and spiritual guide is Father Sublime. It turns out after an intensive investigation that Father Sublime has been pocketing the tithes that bind not to mention taking a nip or two of the sacramental wine when he is not supposed to. Does that mean Mr. Parishioner is a dirty, thieving wino like his priest?

Well, one might say, it is different when you are a candidate for president. Maybe it is. I don’t know. I guess I am just not that intelligent to figure it all out. Black is black and white is white. But this I know, the good Rev. Wright acts the fool and people sometimes are what they act. At least that is what someone once said.

I never promised I had all the answers or cornered the opinion market. If you want that, chances are you are going to have to pay for it. And, damned if I don’t think it might not be worth the price one might pay. Spends your money, takes your chances.

I love me some sarcasm

My post about Gee Dubya’s talk today on the economic situation was just about finished when it somehow disappeared within a blink of an eye. Therefore, the shortened version is that I was being sarcastic (I hardly ever am)about the president’s ideas to produce more oil and gas. For example, I said that Bush said we should drill in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, something he hardly ever mentions. And he said drilling there could help us produce as much as 27 million gallons of gasoline and diesel a day. And I said even more sarcastically (as I hardly ever am)that the gas might even be produced before most of us die and that at least our hearses might not run out of gas on the trip to the graveyard. Ha. Ha. What a kidder I am. Not to mention being narcissistic.

Oh yeah, I looked at a copy of my VA medical record the other day only to find that I had been diagnosed as having a narcissistic personality disorder. Who in the hell wrote that down, my most recent ex-girlfriend? I mean, can these doctors just write down whatever the duck they want? Just because I think I am the center of the universe shouldn’t give the docs a reason to believe that I, or “me, me, me, me,” as my most recent ex described me, am narcissistic.

Whatever. Perhaps to trip them up, the next time I visit the doctors I will go on about how much I dislike myself and wait to see from the records as if I am written up as having a split personality. Hey, after all it’s only my life and sanity being jacked with.

Feet note: I am in the library and this crazy computer system is not letting me see any of the Blogger tools such as those for linking and spell checking, so if one mispeeling gets by me ples fergoove mi.

Rice? Is all the rice gone yet?

If you read, hear and/or watch the news these days you might get the impression that America is in the midst of a major riceless crisis. Big retailers such as Sam’s Club and Costco have restricted rice sales although those restrictions would hardly affect an American family of four or even an illegal immigrant family of 21 to a household.

It, a supposed shortage of rice is all “rice fluff,” says the article below from Texas AgriLife Extension Service writer Kathleen Phillips:

COLLEGE STATION – Reports about shortages of rice in the United States probably apply only to several imported varieties, and definitely not to the domestic supply of the popular grain.

This week’s news that two large box retailers in the United States were limiting customer purchases of rice was shocking in a nation where food shortages are rare.

Retailers Sam’s Club and Costco reportedly limited bulk sales of some varieties of rice – all of which are imported from other countries – in some stores across the nation, according to the Associated Press.

But the reason behind the limits and the facts about rice supply aren’t in sync, according to Dr. Mark Welch, Texas AgriLife Extension Service agricultural economist.

“Rice markets have been roiled by reports of trade restrictions by large rice exporting countries India, Vietnam, and Brazil and reports of rice rationing in the U.S. by major food retailers Sam’s Club and Costco,” Welch said.

Rice supplies are at relatively low levels, but the surge of panic buying and rapidly escalating prices is not supported by supply and demand fundamentals, he noted.

“Rice is an important staple in the diets of over half of the world’s population. Any price increase on persons with limited economic resources is a hardship,” Welch said. “The recent surge in prices has severe consequences for those who struggle daily for adequate nutrition.”

Welch said per capita consumption of rice has not increased in the last several years. Demand for corn and soybeans is increasing largely due to biofuels and feed use, but wheat and rice demand are basically unchanged.

Welch pointed out these facts about the rice supply:

– People in the U.S. eat about 4 pounds of rice a month. That’s a total of about 10 million hundredweights a month in the nation.

– The U.S. has about 104 million hundredweights in supply right now – a 10-month supply.

– And the new U.S. crop will be harvested beginning in September, only about five months from now, and should replenish supplies.

Down here in Texas Rice Country, people aren’t in much of a panic either. A Beaumont (Texas) Enterprise article today noted that local rice growers are getting calls from folks whom they had not previously heard but otherwise the domestic rice supply seems to be in a pretty good condition.

Still, when you hear the words “food shortages” bandied about it kind of leaves an unease with you of the type one feels when they walk through high weeds after seeing a sign that says: “Watch Out For Rattlesnakes.” With the price of oil and gasoline through the bazoonga (whatever that is) and inflation rearing its ugly head and talks of that dreaded “R” word, recession, one gets paranoid about practically every little thing. Paranoid? I’m not paranoid. Who thinks I am paranoid? Oh my.

With knowledge that the domestic rice situation is stable at least for now maybe we can sit down this evening with a good old bowl of rice and not worry too much that we need to start hording our food supply. Of course, I will be eating a baked potato.

Blues in the oldest town in Tejas

Greetings from the “Oldest Town in Texas.” That would be Nacogdoches, what I call my “second hometown,” since I spent more than 15 years living there in three different lives. Well, one life but three different … whatever. I am in town on business. That is much better than saying I am in town goofing off, which is what I am doing right now although officially I am taking a lunch break.

The past weekend was rather turbulent for me and it appears my attempt at a romantic relationship at age 52 has hit the rocks and left me … whatever. Whatever is kind of the mood I am in today. That is why it was nice driving up here to Nac on a cloudy Monday through the pine forests of East Texas, alone with my thoughts and hearing a few good country songs on the radio. Country music, not always my favorite but sometimes is, owes much of its origins to the blues. That is why country can make you feel better when you are down because your woman cheated on you. Ditto the blues. Don’t ask me how that works. You hear something depressing and it is supposed to make you feel better. I suppose it is because misery loves company, or so goes the saying.

Oh well, I mustn’t tarry too long here in the Nac PL. I got a few places to go before I have my appointments for work. Hope the drive back to Beaumont is just as serene, perhaps a bit happier.