Good Week, Talk Shows, and Short Thoughts
by Barry Bauer
I had a good week. My desktop is up and running, my camera still works, and the food around here is still pretty damn good.
I have two credit cards and received a new one last year to replace the one that expired right in the middle of Betty’s health problems. I put it someplace but being an old fart I forgot where. I just got a renewal of my anti-virus program on my laptop which automatically bills that credit card – the one I can’t find. I decided I’d better look for it because I hadn’t even called the phone number on the back that automatically renews it and lets them know I got the card.
I have a filing system – it’s called piles of stuff. I have a couple on my computer desk, down by my feet on both sides, and a long narrow card table which is piled on top and underneath to capacity.
I’ve read about people a lot smarter than I am using the same system so it must be all right.
Anyway, I found the card and it was right under my nose on my computer desk. I have to admit that finding stuff under my nose has gotten more difficult as I get older. I usually depend on Betty to find stuff for me but she wasn’t here when I filed it.
And then there was that other problem. Last year I was using an eye dropper of gas to prime my snow blower so it’d start easier. I’m too old to pull repeatedly the cord on a gas engine that doesn’t want to start. I stuck the eye dropper in the gas tank and squeezed the bulb. That’s when the eye dropper squirted out of my fingers and right into the tank. And that’s where it’s been ever since. I worried about the gasoline dissolving the plastic and rubber eye dropper and gumming up the carburetor. I knew there was a way to get it out without taking the tank off the engine. The right tool is what I needed and that was some kind of tongs, chop sticks, or forceps. Betty found the pair of surgical forceps we acquired years ago and it was on the card table a foot from my left arm. With that I fished the eye dropper out of the gas tank.
That’s two down and who knows how many more to go as I travel down the road.
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I listen to a lot of talk radio. Neal Boortz, Laura Ingraham, Rush Limbaugh, Jeff and John in the morning, a couple of other guys on Red Eye Radio; and although it isn’t considered talk radio, I even listen to Renfro Valley on Sunday mornings. Renfro Valley is just something from my childhood memories. What I’ve learned is that with one hour of a radio show will you get mostly the same old news at the bottom of the hour as the news you get at the top of the hour. Throw into that a lot of commercials and the pauses and if we get a half an hour of talk radio out of the hour we’re lucky.
I have to admit I listen to mostly conservative radio. Until the liberals start making sense to me I’ll start listening to them although I do watch the Chris Matthew show on Sundays. I don’t like liberal Bill Maher and try to avoid him on television because I get so damned mad at him. His theories won’t get a down hill soap box racer started.
If you say Republican to Maher he hates you automatically. I’m just paying him back.
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Short Thoughts:
Some people get to swim downstream and others have to swim upstream. Even though it isn’t fair, that’s life. Get used to it.
I see Oblama’s apologizing again. Why doesn’t he apologize for being in Afghanistan and then get us the hell out of there. We’ll never change thousands of years of history anyway. The question isn’t whether they will learn, the question is when will we.
They talk about Roe vs. Wade and the millions of babies we’ve destroyed, and then they turn around and say we need more immigrants to bring people with skills into this country.
Aren’t unborn babies immigrants?
Until the next time . . .