3 Card Monty

You know the card game you see set up at parties or in cities where people are encouraged to pick the queen after the 3 cards have been shuffled. It’s a play on the old shell game without the shells and the pea.
Well apparently that is what our politicians are playing in Washington these days. They hope their slight of hand technique will distract us from the fact that they fucked up this whole bailout bullshit!
The dumbass democrats including Obama and all of his appointed officials like the treasury shithead are all in way over their heads and are just scrambling to keep the rest of us from realizing it.
This week they are showing their righteous indignation at AIG for giving out 165 million in bonuses when they remain conspicuously quiet about the 93 billion that AIG gave out to other banks some of which are in other countries.
They are also trying very hard; (bless their air filled heads) to keep the debate from turning to why they did not set ground rules for all this money and how this could have happened in such a regulated industry.
Now the congress has stated publicly that they will put a 100 percent tax on those bonuses in order to get them back! Every fucking one of them in congress and the senate should be arrested for abuse of power! First they let this happen because of their incompetence and now they threaten to use the power of their office to threaten and bully private business.
THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!
If laughter is contagious, everyone in Great Britton should be in tears right now because Ole King James is rolling in his grave laughing his ass off!

It's a hard rain that's gonna fall

It’s raining here in northern California and has been for several days. I am a captive in my own home.
I have been sitting here drinking Black and Tans and listening to Jim Croce all day and I’m really starting to feel the doldrums. The only bright spot is I am drinking my beer from a very large Harley Davidson beer stein and every time I take a drink I think of the magnificent Harley Electro Glide I have sitting in my garage and if only for a second it makes me smile.
Today is the first of March, only 24 more days until I am forced to recognize the 8th anniversary of the worst day of my life; the day my son was killed. This time of year is always difficult and always the same. I suppose it will always be this way, I detest it and love it at the same time. I hate that this time of year has such ominous meaning for me but since it does, it helps to be reminded of what I have lost in this life. My son was one of the two things that make my existence here on this planet worthwhile. If not for my son and daughter I could have come and gone from this planet, passing away into the rifts of time without anyone ever knowing that I was here. When I woke this morning and turned on the news I learned that Paul Harvey died today, although he was 90 years old and obviously lived a very long and good life it’s just the cherry on my day reminding of “The Rest of the Story”.