Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Hillary’s Hell

Senator Clinton said, “Health Care is a God given right, not a privilege.” I almost choked on my coffee.

A God given right? What the heck was she talking about?

God given rights are the air we breathe, freedom, love…not health care.

What’s next? It’s a God given right for every American to own a house. Every family must have an automobile. Each adult should have a yearly vacation. How about mandatory cable television in every family room. Where would it end?

Well, with someone like Hillary Clinton, it wouldn’t. She wants total control of our paychecks and our lives. She would be worse than communism. She has an inferiority complex, and with power she would be a tyrant. Power would give her a false sense of self-worth. She would believe herself to be above reproach-almost God-like, which would make life for freedom-loving Americans, hell on earth.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Back Off Buddy

I abhor driver’s that ride my bumper. It’s dangerous and illegal. I don’t suffer from road rage; however, if a driver gets on my tail, I soon become infected. My normal response, if I’m not alone in my vehicle, is to swear, complain and drive slower than the speed limit, which will tick off the Bumper Badger and provoke him into honking his horn and flailing his arms. When those tactics don’t get me to press my accelerator, he’ll either back off or become infected with road rage and illegally pass me while honking his horn, mouthing something I can’t hear and offer me some serious sign language. All this is ever so dangerous. But it gives proof to my passengers that the driver is everything I called him. After all, what sane person would pass you on a double yellow line, screaming goodness knows what, while flipping you the bird? The driver’s a menace! Where are the cops when you need them? I don’t, however, dare mention that it's ultimately my fault the other driver was coerced into behaving that way because I dropped to 10 miles per hour in a 35 mile per hour zone--enough to try a Saint’s patience, I’ll admit.

When I’m driving alone and have a Bumper Bully, I’m a bit more assertive. I spike my brakes while looking into my rear-view mirror, so the other driver can see my face and I put my fist up to the mirror, with my thumb facing toward him, while mouthing, “Back off!” Sometimes the Tailgater will oblige (probably because he thinks I’m crazy) and put a safe distance between us. Every once in awhile I’ll get a wacko that will purposely stay on my tail end, so, I’ll hit my brakes a few more times and perform my mirror ritual. He finally realizes I’m not going to stop spiking my brakes and he’s going to end up running into the back of my vehicle. He either backs off or he gets so irate he illegally passes me, with his mouth going a mile a minute and his hand performing sign language. These guys just aren’t creative. But again, this procedure isn’t safe and since I’m always preaching safety, I’m breaking my own rules.

So, how did I eradicate Tailgate Terrorists? Up until recently, I was at a loss and alternated between my Granny Driving and Brake Spiking whenever one of these morons got too close for comfort. However, coming home from downtown the other night, with a Bumper Bully no less, I had an epiphany. Rather than risk something dangerous by inflaming the idiot behind me and have him pass me illegally, or worse, run into my back end, I decided to cautiously act like a drunk driver. How does a sober, in control driver act like a drunk driver? Well, she slowly drives toward the berm of the road, without actually driving onto the berm, then slowly from the berm to the double yellow line, without actually crossing the line and then back to the middle of the road. Looking in my rear-view mirror I saw the Bumper Bully about five car lengths behind me. It worked! He was off my tail end.

If you find yourself a victim of a Tailgate Terrorist, cautiously act like an out of control driver and he’ll back off.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentine’s Day

I’m not expecting a gift for Valentine’s Day. My husband and I made a pact years ago-no cards, flowers, candy, or jewelry. Keep the candy and the calories. Keep the flowers-they die. Keep the jewelry-I have more than I’ll ever wear. So, what would I like? I’m pretty simple. I’d like a back massage. That’s right, a back rub will turn me to putty. What’s great about that, it’s FREE. Now, if Hubby wants to spend money, then dinner at a nice restaurant is always a treat. I enjoy dining out. I love a good meal and great conversation. Hubby can’t go wrong with a back rub or dinner-ever. In short, Valentine’s Day isn’t about gifts; it’s about spending time together. Massage one another, talk with one another; make some popcorn and watch a video while snuggling on the sofa. Point being, you don’t have to spend a dime to show love. And instead of a card, tell each other how you feel with your actions, because they speak way louder than any words Hallmark prints.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Super Tuesday

Well, for many states, Pennsylvania not being one of them, it's Super Tuesday. We don’t have our primary until April. It’s raining here in Pennsylvania, hope that’s not a foreshadow of the election outcome.

I’m voting for Romney, when it’s my turn to vote. I’m a Conservative, if you couldn’t tell by any of my previous posts. I’m a red girl living in a blue state.

Anyway, I’m going to cast a prediction here on this blog. I think Obama will win the Democratic nomination today and I’m HOPING Romney wins the Republican nomination. Although, I’d take McCain over Obama, but I’d take Obama over Hillary. What a mess.

I’d like to wipe the entire slate clean and start over.
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