Horse Pucky Award of the Week

Well, well, another politician caught doing what the rest of us would be arrested for, but instead, is still "serving" the public. Ha!

Steve Katz, NY state assemblyman, got caught speeding on the NY state thruway. When he was finally stopped by a state trooper, it was discovered Mr. Katz had a bag of "wacky tobacky" in his vehicle. According to the officer who stopped Mr. Katz, the vehicle Katz was driving smelled like burning marijuana fields. To make matters worse, Steve Katz  sits on the Assembly's Alcoholism and Drug Abuse Committee. Our NY tax dollars hard at work! "sneer"

The Horse Pucky Award of the Week goes to Assemblyman Steve Katz for disobeying the very laws he's trying to uphold. Tsk, tsk.

Rhetorical Horse Pucky

If I hear one more negative campaign ad I'll SCREAM! How about some ideas as to how we're going to solve national issues, local problems, and global warfare instead of slamming political opponents?

I have a few ideas of my own:

NO MORE TAXES of any kind on anything. Also included in the "no more taxes of any kind on anything" are no more property assessments that far exceed the true value of our homes.

Think about how much money we'd save as well as money we'd have to spend on goods. The auto industry would perk up, the housing market would be revived, retail businesses would see a profit for a change, and I could put money in the bank instead of pay the government for stuff I don't want, need, or use including all this expensive campaigning.

No local taxes:

1. People can pay to send their children to school. Maybe they'd appreciate it if they had to pay for it.  Kids could work part time to help their parents regardless of child's age. It'd get the little rug rats away from the TV and the computer for awhile and get them some much needed exercise.

2. Individual home owners could hire private contractors to plow our roads and highways, creating more jobs instead of using the local towns and state D.O.T. to do it. You know the state D.O.T. Those guys who make $65/hour standing in the middle of the road holding a sign that reads "SLOW". Do I really need to pay state and local taxes so these guys can get paid to hold up a sign telling me I need to go slow when a three lane road is reduced to one lane? Puhleeeeze! At least have the courtesy to entertain me while I'm waiting for my turn to drive forward. Perhaps a little song and dance while holding the sign would be enjoyable.

National issues:

There wouldn't be any issues if we stopped paying taxes. No more politicians to pay. No more rhetorical horse pucky. No one telling me how much I owe the government on April 15th, no one telling me how to live my life, and no big perks for government officials from big business.

Global warfare:

There would be no warfare. I'd host a national "come-on-over" for dinner day once a month. All the nations would be represented... BYOB and a dish to pass. Think of all the great food and drink we'd enjoy. We could have camel rides, pony rides, and a pinata filled with candy for the kids. Maybe even a belly dancer or two for you gentlemen. I need to work out a location. Maybe somewhere in Adirondack State Park.

No more rhetorical horse pucky! Give me some positive, fun ideas.

Manure Tour

This morning, as I was taking Silver out of the pasture to ride, her pasture mate, Sadie, cleverally snuck around Silver and pushed her way through the gate. Sadie galloped footloose and fancy free for at least 15 minutes. She ran through the barn, out the open door, and jumped over the manure pile kicking horse pucky in every direction. That little horse can jump.

I started thinking, something I try not to do too often, as I'm trying to conserve brain cells in my senior years. Anyway, as I was watching all that horse pucky flying in 100 directions all at once, I thought about the political campaigning going on and the national and local horses asses that run for office.

At least Sadie was having fun, not hurting anyone, and eventually came back to me after her scenic tour of the farm, which didn't cost taxpayers anything.

Think about our politicians. They spend millions on campaigns, then make a career out of bilking the American people with their travel junkets, lavish retirement plans and benefit packages. Doesn't matter if  they do a poor job, a mediocre job, or even a just a good job. They all retire at 100% salary plus full benefits. Who do you think pays for that?

From now on I think I'll start calling the political campaign trail, the manure tour.

There Must Be Something In The Air

There must be something in the air, in New York State, that makes people do stupid, crazy things.

Without sounding too hokey, Congressman Anthony Weiner is a real wiener who can't keep his weenie where it belongs. He's part of a new trend of politicians who seem to think that exposing themselves on their blackberries to unsuspecting females is cute or funny or a turn-on. What a bunch of numb nuts.

First there was our Democratic Party governor, Eliot Spitzer, who, in March of 2008, was patronizing a prostitution service called Emperors Club VIP. Next came Chris Lee, Republican Party U.S. Representative who texted himself half naked to an unknown female on Craigslist. Now we have A. Weiner (how appropriate), who sent pictures of himself in his underwear to various women.

So far we have two New York Democrats, and one Republican who think they're hot stuff. There are probably lots more who haven't  been caught yet.

I think we, as responsible voters, should take our elected politicians' taxpayer-funded blackberries away. Then we need to clean up whatever pollutants are in the air that are making our elected officials act like teenage boys on a bad testosterone trip.

C'mon guys! You're all thinking with the wrong head.

Mother Goose: Humpty Dumpty and Politics

The other day I was rummaging through some boxes in the basement and found my old Mother Goose nursery rhyme book.

After reading a couple of rhymes, my brain started reworking the rhymes into kooky, political flights of fancy. In other words adult ADHD kicked in, and Humpty Dumpty got turned into a political parody of sorts.

If you want to read on, do so at your own risk.

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

but it wasn't profitable for Humpty at all.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a stool

but for Humpty Dumpty that, too, was un-cool.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the fence,

just like our local and federal government.

Now Humpty makes money using fence sitting tactics,

by lobbying, filibustering, and other money-grubbing antics.

I told you to read this at your own risk. I hope you've stopped groaning.