So many of you kept wanting us to talk about Sarah Palin. Sorry, but I have tuned her out. If I want to hear an ass talk I can just ask Harold to pass gas. And speaking of gas, several of you asked about the Auto Industry Bailout. At first we thought “How Boring” but then Harold showed me his credit card bill from Exxon and that got us going…

FROM HELEN:

So the oil companies are once again boasting record profits and yet the auto makers are asking for some government cheese. Does anyone else see the irony here? So I’ve got a little trickle down theory of my own. As long as Detroit continues to make cars for the Gas-Capades let the oil companies bail them out. It’s a “robbing Peter to pay Paul” kind of thing except in this case Peter and Paul seem to be riding the short bus… and it’s not to save on gas.

Is anyone else as pissed about all of this as I am? Eight years ago – 8 YEARS AGO – a brilliant politician who was asking for your vote to become President said this: “We can have a next-stage prosperity where you don’t have to build your lives around a fuel source that is distant, uncertain and easily manipulated. We will demand and develop new technologies to free ourselves from gas-tank price-gouging, and we will sell those technologies to the world. We’ll build a new generation of fuel-efficient vehicles — and then make it easy for families to afford them.“ And that politician, Al Gore, received the majority of votes in the nation and then the Supreme Court told the nation to sit down and shut up.

OK. Now I am all worked up again. Republicans – each and every last one of you – need to reach for the nearest gas pump and then promptly stick it so far up your ass that only Sarah Palin’s “Pipeline From Jesus” can find it. How could you do this to us? An idiot. You put an idiot in charge of things and sat by for EIGHT years while the nation and the world fell apart. And if that wasn’t enough, 58 million of you wanted to replace Laurel with Hardy as the next president. Sweet Jesus if I could jump through this computer screen and slap the crap out of 58 million of you I would.

Everyday is precious. EVERYDAY. And we just pissed away 2,920.

Never again.

FROM MARGARET:

Well, now Helen….I do see your point but please leave my Lincoln Town Car out of this. I love my big old town car. It makes me feel safe to have all that metal around me. Just the other day, I took a little ride in my nephew’s half gas half electricity “car”. I promise you I thought I was going to die. Is that really the future? If so, I pass, thank you very much. You can have the Clown car, I’ll keep my Town car. That’s all I have to say about that.

And there you go again about the Republicans. The damage is done, dear. Time to point that shot gun of yours at something new. There is plenty out there to aim at and plenty to pull the trigger over too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as upset about things as you are. My anger, however, is more local than global. Hasn’t that always been the way with us? Right now I am so angry at the manager of our grocery store. He moves things. I have been going down the same aisle for YEARS to get whatever it is that I am running in there to get and now, nothing. Gone. He moved it. And, no, Helen, I’m not just forgetting where things are. He has moved them around. Makes me so gosh darn mad.

Now, I also know what you are thinking, Helen, but this IS important to me. We can’t ALL keep up with the goings-on of our government and all things like that. I’ll leave that to you, dear. But what about the little problems that face most people everyday? I think these should be addressed as well. Even though I think we could probably fill this blog web page with pages and pages, but don’t worry, I won’t. Oh, and one last thing then I’m done. Just so that you all know. Helen can cuss the shine right off a nun’s shoulder. I can’t. Never have. Although I must admit, one of you commenters used the term “Ass Hat” the other day. Made me laugh so. I kind of like it. Not sure how to use it, but I do think there are times when such a term would do nicely. In fact, there is a certain Grocery Manager I have in mind. Thanks for that.

That’s it. I’m done.

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