Winter Doldrums
12/01/14 09:40
Here's hoping the New England Patriots get the stuffing whooped out of them next week in Denver. Here's hoping that the Denver Bronco's will reveal them for the pussies that they are. Here's hoping that Manning will own Brady, the biggest pussy of all. I can't get that visual out of my head from last season where he was taken to the ground after a pass and raised the spiked heels of his shoes so that the fella coming after him might think twice about falling on him. Did I say pussy? Andrew Luck and the Colts couldn't get the job done last night in Foxboro so I'm looking forward to next week's AFC championship game where I'm hoping the Bronco's take them out as the pussies that they are. I can't wait to see little Tommy throwing his tantrums when the calls don't go his way. I can't wait to see Belachick pissing and moaning on the sidelines as his pussies get their little asses kicked up and down the field for a solid 4 quarters of football. I could care less about football but I have a full time passion in seeing that the Patriots are revealed for the patsies that they are. Are we having fun yet?
I was watching some Frontline show last night on television that dealt with certain forms of bacteria and the inability of the health organizations around the world to combat them with existing drugs. Seems those little puppies are particularly virulent and the personal and professional stories of people and organizations on the front lines fighting this problem are profound. Another example I would say, based on the interviews I watched on the show, of the incompetence of the government and the officials working for same to not only understand the scope and severity of the problem but to find ways to prioritize and deal with it. It should come as no surprise that when they went to interview Kathryn Sebellius, the head of the Human Services for the Obama administration, that she was unwilling to face the camera and admit that they have fallen short in their efforts to combat this growing problem. This is the same incompetent boob that had three years and hundreds of millions of dollars to set up a web site for the implementation of Obamacare which failed miserably on day one. An interesting connection is the food that we eat and the antibiotics used in the feed for those animals that we consume. It actually results in the an increased inability on our part to fight off bacteria with standard antibiotics and this is a problem. Maybe it's time to go vegetarian. Bring on the brussel sprouts! Braised to a golden brown and served warm with parmesan cheese...is there any other way?
Lest you think me paranoid, think again. I am the same guy who took his lovely wife to task recently for leaving my coffee press with a little bit of water in it after she cleans it out. What better opportunity to swill just a tad of arsenic into the water with the expectation that over time I will drink just enough to bring me to my knees and leave me on my death bed for the grim reaper to grab when he is good and ready. Who would be the wiser? Despite her assurances that she is doing no such thing, there is no less water in my pot each and every morning and that gives me reason to pause. Nothing that a good splash of water won't fix, me thinks. She will have to back over me in the driveway or something equally nonsensical in order to punch my card because I have her number. I know it's nothing personal. We're the best of friends and more than likely will be until the day one of us dies. I shall have to have my will amended such that the coroner has explicit instructions to perform whatever post-mortem tests are necessary to get to the bottom of my untimely demise. Only then will I be able to pass into eternity with some degree of finality. Maybe I'm asking too much. Maybe I will just leave fate to fate and see where it takes me.
I was watching some Frontline show last night on television that dealt with certain forms of bacteria and the inability of the health organizations around the world to combat them with existing drugs. Seems those little puppies are particularly virulent and the personal and professional stories of people and organizations on the front lines fighting this problem are profound. Another example I would say, based on the interviews I watched on the show, of the incompetence of the government and the officials working for same to not only understand the scope and severity of the problem but to find ways to prioritize and deal with it. It should come as no surprise that when they went to interview Kathryn Sebellius, the head of the Human Services for the Obama administration, that she was unwilling to face the camera and admit that they have fallen short in their efforts to combat this growing problem. This is the same incompetent boob that had three years and hundreds of millions of dollars to set up a web site for the implementation of Obamacare which failed miserably on day one. An interesting connection is the food that we eat and the antibiotics used in the feed for those animals that we consume. It actually results in the an increased inability on our part to fight off bacteria with standard antibiotics and this is a problem. Maybe it's time to go vegetarian. Bring on the brussel sprouts! Braised to a golden brown and served warm with parmesan cheese...is there any other way?
Lest you think me paranoid, think again. I am the same guy who took his lovely wife to task recently for leaving my coffee press with a little bit of water in it after she cleans it out. What better opportunity to swill just a tad of arsenic into the water with the expectation that over time I will drink just enough to bring me to my knees and leave me on my death bed for the grim reaper to grab when he is good and ready. Who would be the wiser? Despite her assurances that she is doing no such thing, there is no less water in my pot each and every morning and that gives me reason to pause. Nothing that a good splash of water won't fix, me thinks. She will have to back over me in the driveway or something equally nonsensical in order to punch my card because I have her number. I know it's nothing personal. We're the best of friends and more than likely will be until the day one of us dies. I shall have to have my will amended such that the coroner has explicit instructions to perform whatever post-mortem tests are necessary to get to the bottom of my untimely demise. Only then will I be able to pass into eternity with some degree of finality. Maybe I'm asking too much. Maybe I will just leave fate to fate and see where it takes me.