HAVEN'T THE FOGGIEST

Nothing new today.  If you're a faithful reader(s), you might as well spend your time reading another blog or playing CityVille on Facebook.  At least that's what I do when I'm not quite ready to face the day.

I went out at 4:30 AM to retrieve the morning paper.  I looked to the sky and the semi-full moon above.  A star-filled night allowed me to find the few planets and constellations I know.  It's good that some things stay the same for an old guy like me.

How'd I get this old?  I mean I was from the generation that was never going to get old.  When Tevya sang "I don't remember growing older/ when did they?"  I hear him.  And I concur.

Almost laughable what Mr. Obama's response is to the huge debt that he added and added and added and added  to.  "It's about math."  Damn right it is.  And was before you took the country deeper and deeper in debt to redistribute wealth in a socialist scheme.  Now, the rich will pay ( as if they haven't been carrying that burden) in addition to providing the jobs that Mr. Obama can't create.  You know: the ones that aren't quite shovel ready.  As well as contributing to non-profit organizations through tax shelters--I won't call them loopholes.  Yet he wants to close those carefully crafted devices and call them Bush's tax breaks for the wealthy.  Even though they have been in place for decades.

Let's review, class.  Who's in a fog?  Those that look to the skies and think they were created without a maker.  I once heard, that the chances of the creation of the earth without God as the designer would be like a tornado going through a junk yard and producing a Porsch.

Aging is a process.  We don't see it immediately, but maybe we ignore the signs along the way.  A self-induced fog.

Mr.Obama.  Well, I pray his fog will lift.  If not, I pray the fog the voters were in when they elected him will.  To paraphrase a candidate, "Can the United States stand 4 more years of Barack Obama?"
I think not.