Once we were lovers but somehow things have changed. Now we’re just lonely people tryin’ to forget each other’s names. – These Dreams circa 1970 Jim Croce
Welcome to Drivel Over Coffee. The Drivel rambles through this thing called life, stopping here and there for reflection, an enlightenment, some storytelling, and a touch of humor perhaps. All the while my brain reverberates with the best music in the world – The ‘60’s and early 70’s. Yep – Lost in The Sixties.
Remember the Fallin’
Come in guys and gals. Find a place to sit and make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to a cup of coffee or a beverage of your liking and a snack. Please be patient as I get setup a special start to this week’s blog. Now let’s see where did I put that soap box? Ah, there it is. I will dust it off since I haven’t used it in a while. There we go, plop right behind the mike. Testing, 1 – 2. Can you hear me? Good. I think I am ready to start this week’s blog with a good old-fashioned rant.
Ahem, I know that I have said it before, but I have to say it again, I am sick and tired of the people in our government. The politicians and the bureaucrats- all of them. The past year and half has shown just how unbelievably corrupt it is at all levels. Doesn’t matter what your party affiliation is, makes no matter. Our senators and representatives have literally done NOTHING. They hold committee meetings. They pass little or no legislation. One side blocks all appointments to vacancies to keep the government staggering along. Folks, something must be REALLY wrong when one side is siding with North Korea and MS13. HOW INSANE IS THIS? You have most of these legislators disliking the president and therefore refusing to formulate any laws that would benefit you and me. These pukes don’t have your or my interests in mind. No, they have their own self-interest and their portfolio in mind only. They want to leave office with the biggest bank roll as possible and to hell with the country.
Now take these life long bureaucrats. These people have a job for life. It is virtually impossible to fire these people. They expert unbelievable power in our government. These people are making decisions that affect you and me daily with total disregard to the good of our nation. Again, they too are in it for job security, portfolio building and comfortable retirement. They too do not like an outsider coming in rocking the boat. We have seen reports, emails, investigations, etc. coming forth where it seems that everyone is trying to cover up and hide their dirty deeds. On and on it goes, sleaze uncovered, fingers pointed, bluster, yadda, yadda. Bottom line – who has gone to jail for their criminal misdeeds? NO ONE! A couple have managed to get fired, a few demoted, and a few reprimanded but that’s it. Accountability? No such thing. All the time you and I are paying everyone in DC to play this game of “let’s get to the bottom of this”.
Closing, I am so mad I could spit. Excuse me……… Couldn’t wait, I just did spit. Probably more information than you wanted to know. Thank you for enduring such a lengthy rant just after Memorial Day. Just a second, I will put the soap box away……. There we go. Now, on the lighter side.
Having passed the enlistment physical, Jon was asked by the doctor, “Why do you want to join the Navy, son?” “My father said it’d be a good idea, sir.” he replied “Oh? And what does your father do?” asked the doctor. The recruit responded, “He’s in the Army, sir.”
During the Vietnam war, a Lieutenant asked a Marine why he was falling back during a fierce battle. “Didn’t you hear me say that we’re outnumbered 4 to 1?” The Marine replied, “I got my four Sir.”
In the Navy
“Well,” snarled the tough old Navy Chief to the bewildered Seaman. “I suppose after you get discharged from the Navy, you’ll just be waiting for me to die so you can come and piss on my grave.” “Not me, Chief!” the Seaman replied. “Once I get out of the Navy, I’m never going to stand in line again!”
A Marine and his commanding officer were sitting in the barbershop. They were both just getting finished with their shaves, when the barbers reached for some after-shave to slap on their faces. The marine shouted, “Hey, don’t put that stuff on me! My wife will think I’ve been in a whorehouse!” The commanding officer turned to his barber and said, “Go ahead and put it on. My wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”
A man was being interviewed for a job. “Were you in the service?” asked the interviewer. “Yes, I was a Marine,” responded the applicant. “Did you see any active duty?” “I was in Vietnam for 2 years and I have a partial disability.” “May I ask what happened?” “Well, I had a grenade go off between my legs and I lost both testicles.” “You’re hired. You can start Monday at 10 am.” The somewhat surprised applicant asked, “When does everyone else start? I don’t want any preferential treatment because of my disability.” “Everyone else starts at 7 o’clock, but I should be honest with you,” explained the interviewer. “Nothing gets done before 10 o’clock because we just sit and scratch our balls trying to decide what to do first.”
…….. Well my friends, there you have it as told by yours truly to you’all. Thanks for allowing me back into your day, if only for a brief time. It is always an honor. If I can make at least one-person smile, laugh till they leak, or maybe spit out a drink, my day was not wasted. Until we meet again -TA!”
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