Dissembling statements

This weekend my nephew graduated from High school.  This occasion caused me to have to spend time with some of my relatives and their friends.  

Here’s some beauts from last night.

“I’m not racist or anything, but the idea of a black president scares me.”-My cousin Melissa

“Mark, we want you to come to Jesus because we worry that you won’t be in heaven with us.”

“Scientists all over the world are quaking in their boots because the Darwinian theory of evolution has been disproved.”

 

 

I kind of miss my old job

Yeah, I know.  Kind of weird isn’t it.  But really, I sort of do.  I never lacked for something to do there.  Whereas, at my current job, I spaz out in front of my computer screen for most of the day, communicating monosyllabically with my coworkers.  Life is very dull right now.  

I guess I should revise that last post

All is not well as far as the surgery went. I guess the doctor decided it was a good idea to leave some of the cancer in there for some reason or another. Of course, the thing I’ve been dreading happened and the cancer has migrated. We don’t know where it has gone, and it’ll be a couple of weeks before she can go back in and find out where it has gone.

So I don’t know where this leaves me.

So, my mom went in for surgery today. All is apparently well, though I haven’t spoken to her yet. I’m still wondering why I had to call them instead of the other way around, but oh well.

A good night

Beating challenger Chris Peden better than 2-1, AP declares Ron Paul the winner for reelection to Congress. Paul faces no Democratic opponent.

Gah

So, my manager popped out a kid over the weekend, which means the girl who opens in the morning is running the show.  Given that she’s a bit incompetent and bitchy, I will have a fun next few weeks.

Pandering from the Rodham campaign

Via CNN we get this gem

“CNN) – Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign is reaching out to blue-collar voters with a new ad that says she can empathize with the travails of the night shift.

“You pour coffee, fix hair, you work the night shift at the local hospital,” says the announcer in the 30-second spot, ‘Night Shift,’ over footage of workers on the job.

“You’re often overworked, underpaid, and sometimes overlooked. But not by everyone. One candidate has put forth an American family agenda to make things easier for everyone who works so hard. ….”

The ad ends with a photo of Clinton working at her desk at night. “She understands. She’s worked the night shift, too.”

Clinton’s campaign has noted a strong showing in Ohio’s March 4 primary is critical to her bid for the Democratic presidential nomination.

So has Clinton worked the night shift? Spokesman Howard Wolfson said Tuesday that “the reference is to her working late at night at her desk.”

I hate to break it to you  Senator Clinton, but sitting at your desk late at night not reading the PATRIOT Act before voting to curtail civil liberties is not comparable to me dealing with crackheads, drunks, and prostitutes at my old convienence store job.

This is the equivalent of Mitt Romney’s claim that his 5 sons working to get him elected was comparable to the service of soldiers serving in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Work blogging, random bus experiences

The really good looking girl who works at the subway right up the street from the bank and who drops in from time to time to make change puts a spring in my step that probably shouldn’t be there.

Yesterday, while on the bus, I had an opportunity to do a good deed by letting a guy use my phone.  That seems to be the primary use of my phone.  Shrug.

Last week, while waiting for the bus after a long day and finishing up some errands downtown, I got to listen to a harangue (I like that term) from a nutter who was waiting for the bus for 45 minutes.  While it was cold out, it wasn’t unbearably so, and I got to hear all about how this was mild relative to places like Chicago, and North Dakota.  I showed my interest in the conversation by not looking at him and staring up at the First National Building.  This drew his ire and I got chewed out about how this was a free country.  I told him that yes, it was, and that included my freedom not to listen.  I don’t think he understood the concept of negative freedom.  HE then called me a supercilious gentleman.  You damn right I am.

Random observations

Barack Obama is going to make a good President. There is nothing comparable to enjoying a beer in the bathtub after a day at work.

The only woman I ever loved

Is in another hemisphere.  Funny how that works.