Small town doesn't have to equal small mind. But if you are a politician you hope it does.

"Well I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Prob'ly die in a small town Oh, those small communities"

~~John Cougar Mellencamp~~

I keep going back to those statements by the "O" man, the ones about folks in small town A-merry-ca. And here is the thing; no matter how hard I try I can't find a problem with what he said. But sadly, as I said in my last post, no matter how much you Obamaholics accuse me of being fickle, and no matter how much you say this little dust up won't hurt the "O" man, it will.

Mrs. Field is from a very small town in Louisiana (population one stop light), and she agrees with the "O" man 110%. She thinks that the folks in her town love god, guns, and every thing red white and blue in between. When I first met Mrs. Field's folks they couldn't get over the fact that I was from Jamaica. They had never met anyone outside of Louisiana let alone the country before. Nothing against my sweet in laws and their neighbors, but folks from small towns just don't see too much outside of their world. Which is why polittricksters tend to take advantage of them so much.

The "O" man was speaking to something that has become so much a part of A--merry-can life and politics that it has become the way we as A-merry-cans see ourselves. It 's the way that the repukes kept on to power for so long: Reach out to the people in small towns. Focus on issues like gays, guns, and god, and keep the electorate divided along racial and class lines. Racial lines when the folks are poor, and class lines when the folks you are trying to reach are rich. Find something to unify your base around like hating the gays and immigrants.---- Like one single gay person ever came to your small town and prevented you from getting your high school diploma, going to college, or learning a skill. Like that job the poor immigrant is doing picking mushrooms or cutting your lawn is keeping food off your family's table. But this is the brilliance of the A-merry-can "three card monty". Fool people into thinking that they all can be rich, and that the only reason that they are not is because of the other guy, and not the elected government officials and their corporate welfare kings.

It's why people like "constructive feedback" (whose comments have become more prevalent on this site, and who probably doesn't employ a single person, in spite of all his capitalist rhetoric--- I employ two by the way) probably has a six figure job, and is giving it all back in taxes and to different entities to keep up with his bougie lifestyle, and thinks he will be Donald Trump one day. He won't. When he dies, ten, twenty, thirty, or forty years from now, his obituary will read just like the millions of A-merry-cans who died before him. No foundations, no large University named after him, no trust fund to set up his great grandchildren for life, and no lasting contribution to society or to mankind. Just another dumb ass selfish A-merry-can who pursued happiness until his miserable life ended.

So "O" man, I hope you survive this latest media frenzy. But good luck. Knowing A-merry-cans like I do, your former pastor, Reverend Wright, better have god on speed dial.

A Not So Happy Day

Today the field is in a real shi**y mood. The East Coast is still feeling like we are in the fu****g ice age, and it has to be minus fifty degrees outside. To top it off, I was totally off my litigating game, and got my ask kicked in court by some ADA fresh out of law school.

So while driving home from work, I find myself filled with negative thoughts, and as a result, some things come to mind that really set me off. To insure that I won't be alone in my misery, I will share them with you:

Tip cups. Why does every freaking store have to have a tip cup? I am so sick of business people depending on my f*****g tips to offset their employees salaries it isn't funny. And have you ever noticed how some of those mother f*****s watch your tip as you drop it in the cup-Dunkin Donuts comes to mind-to make sure you are not stiffing them? Enough already!

Girl Scouts and their fu****g cookies. "Would you like to buy some cookies sir?" No little girl, I just bought cookies from the other little girl scouts camped outside my gas station, my grocery store, and my freaking front door. No I don't want to buy anymore girl scout cookies!

Co-workers who go around collecting for sh** for their kids school. OK you hit me up for $20 last week, can you wait at least another...oh, I don't know, maybe month or so before you hit me up again?

People with fake sh**. Folks, if it ain't real what's the point of wearing it? To fool people into thinking you have a real Louis Vuitton or Coach hand bag? News flash, it ain't working.
Stevie Wonder can see that your stuff is fake, and so can damn near everyone else you come in contact with. Trust me, you are far better off with a real handbag from K-Mart than with some knock off sh** you bought from the vendor on the street.

People who tell everyone via bumper stickers on their cars, that they are Christians, that their child is a straight A student at Main Street Elementary, or that abortion is wrong. Keep that sh** to yourself. The world doesn't need to know that your thoughts are thanks to a sign plastered on your car. Like I need to be looking at a sign that says "Jesus Saves" when I am on my way to deal with the sh** I deal with every day.

Republicans. OK, most republicans...no, fu** it, right about now I hate all those mother f*****s, if only because they voted in the frat boy. So yeah, republicans get under my skin big time! Most are self centered hypocrites who hate blacks,gays, immigrants, and atheist. (Not necessarily in that order) But then, some democrats get under my skin too. They pretend to be so progressive, but are no less ignorant and hypocritical than the republicans they claim to be so different from.

Politicians. They lie, they cheat, they steal, and will do damn near anything to get elected and hold on to power. The only thing worse than a politician in my book, is a republican politician.

I could go on, but I just heard Anna Nicole Smith was found dead in Florida. Now I know I am supposed to say something respectful and profound here but I can't. Sorry, I feel nothing. I am still not sure I understand the American fascination with celebrities and their lives. -and deaths- Here was a woman whose only connection to me was the constant tabloid and gossip rags detailing her life's excesses with various men, and an 89 year old billionaire. I never got her while she was alive, and I sure as hell and not going to pretend I get her now. Sorry if I am being a bit harsh on the former "Trim Spa" spokesperson, she has a five month old, and I feel for the kid. But....

You know what, I better call it a night, I really don't want to say something I might regret at a later time. This has just been a real f****d up day, and I don't want to make it any worse. I am not sure if it's the cold, my job, or the fact that I have an appointment with my accountant tomorrow to do my taxes....that's another thing that sets me off; The damn IRS!