September 13 - Okay, from now on we have to require that the President of the United States must be told what the fool tarnation is going on. Maybe we could take away his IPod and make him listen to the radio while he rides his bicycle, I dunno, think of something. Quick! He doesn't know diddle squat. I mean, I knew that Michael Brown had resigned before the President of the Whole Entire United States knew. I run a beauty shop, for Pete's sake.
Maybe we could hire a student to come read the newspapers to him. Maybe we could take turns calling him every day to tell him what the heck is going on. Gee wiz, we know he’s not running the country, but it just looks bad that they don’t tell him squat.
Several years ago, when the Astros were in the cellar, I supposed that part of the problem is that you cannot be tough and fearful when you give each other cute little bunny-rabbit names like Bags or Beege. This is just my opinion but I think part of the problem is that when you have people named Brownie, Turd Blossom, and Big O, you cannot expect adult behavior.
And this is just a personal note, but instead of referring to my relatives as "people in that part of the world," there's a nickname for them, too --- Americans, dammit.
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