Gramps
Mayor
The first time I met Clint Eastwood he was Rowdy Yates, a cow puncher on a TV show Rawhide and I liked what I saw and became a fan of his. He was much younger then and played the roll of a daring trail rider who took on lots of other tasks to include gun play.
Laste evening I saw an old man who, unlike his role as Dirty Harry who left us withhousehold phrases like "make my day" he was vague and sometimes unsure of his message except to cast doubts about Obama while really offering nothing positive about Romney except expectations.
I like him as an actor and not for his politics, much the same as I did Hanoi Jane who could bring tears to your eyes while playing roles and tears to your eyes for her less than patriotic outbursts.
When my bride and I went to view hisw final performace about a Ford Torino I had to admit it was not nearly as dynamic as the role he played in the Good, Bad & Ugly, but he played an old man on his way out with a certain amount of truth and I knew when the movie ended and the credits were ablaze on the screen that it was, indeed, his final performance and the end came in much the same fashion as most of the roles he played through the years -- someone, in this case him, lying dead on the ground.
I sort of wish he'd have turned down the opportunity to offend lots of fans by stepping into the big time center ring to say little of nothing but to let people know he is politically aligned as many wealthy people with a bank account that takes away most of life's worries.
Page turned.
Now, about those 12 million jobs. Uh! Did he say twelve million like in 12,000,000? Uh! Gee! I am impressed. Uh! I wondeer how he will accomplish such a monumental task, one that sounds almost impossible in an economy such as we have today. Uh! 12,000,000? Not really a vague forecast if you ignore he really doesn't suggest how he will do it but broadcasts that he will do it.
It's important to study the dates of such claims. Many of them will be fulfilled in the year 2016 or 2020. Gosh, if you're out of work in 2012 that's a long wait. It's called wiggle room. Every politician needs wiggle room.
12,000,000 jobs huh? A bold promise based, again, on vague stats.
I'll turn that page, too. It will not happen. Mitt knows it, I know it, any thinking persons knows it.
Moving on I'd say the highlight of the convention might've been Ann afterall. She is a great story teller and she really tried to sell her hubby as an ordinary Joe. But, somehow it was shallow unless you can separate the money from the indivual because some ordinary Joes have lost their only home due to the economic disaster that's befallen us while he still owns several mansions.
Turn the page.
About religion. To each his own. Whatever turns you on or off. I'll try to NOT let religion be a factor. We're supposed to keep it separate from state functions. What I have discovered in my trek through life is that those who claim to be religious oftentimes let their beliefs govern their actions whether it involves personal habits or politics and politics definitely falls in the category of "state". I could never be a Mormon simply because I have taken time to study their beliefs which is also the reason I could never be a devout Catholic. I really don't think the man in the swivel chair of the Oval Office has the clout to push his (or her) religious beliefs onto an entire nation. I do believe, however, those beliefs could be integrated with a passage of legislation in some ways. Let's look at tithing for instance. Yeah. I know. It's sort of like taxing. Oh, well. I won't turn the page of this quite yet but my thumb is poised to flip the leaf if I do encounter even a single suggestion that everybody should believe as a candidate believes regarding the topic.
Vague I think describes Mitt's campaign so far. I have a vague suspicion I will vote for Obama unless he can do better than that. And I will keep my collection of Eastwood DVDs because I loved the characters Eastwood assumed the identity of. Why not? I might need some entertainment to cheer me up if Mitt wins and my Medicare loses. $6400 a year? Where oh where will I find the other $6399 to plunk down in order to stay alive. Oh, I suppose I could just up and die. Hmmmm! Naww-w-w-w-w-w-w. Where in the hell do those clowns get these figures?
Rots of Ruck. It's your call. I'll turn the pages for you.
Gramps
Laste evening I saw an old man who, unlike his role as Dirty Harry who left us withhousehold phrases like "make my day" he was vague and sometimes unsure of his message except to cast doubts about Obama while really offering nothing positive about Romney except expectations.
I like him as an actor and not for his politics, much the same as I did Hanoi Jane who could bring tears to your eyes while playing roles and tears to your eyes for her less than patriotic outbursts.
When my bride and I went to view hisw final performace about a Ford Torino I had to admit it was not nearly as dynamic as the role he played in the Good, Bad & Ugly, but he played an old man on his way out with a certain amount of truth and I knew when the movie ended and the credits were ablaze on the screen that it was, indeed, his final performance and the end came in much the same fashion as most of the roles he played through the years -- someone, in this case him, lying dead on the ground.
I sort of wish he'd have turned down the opportunity to offend lots of fans by stepping into the big time center ring to say little of nothing but to let people know he is politically aligned as many wealthy people with a bank account that takes away most of life's worries.
Page turned.
Now, about those 12 million jobs. Uh! Did he say twelve million like in 12,000,000? Uh! Gee! I am impressed. Uh! I wondeer how he will accomplish such a monumental task, one that sounds almost impossible in an economy such as we have today. Uh! 12,000,000? Not really a vague forecast if you ignore he really doesn't suggest how he will do it but broadcasts that he will do it.
It's important to study the dates of such claims. Many of them will be fulfilled in the year 2016 or 2020. Gosh, if you're out of work in 2012 that's a long wait. It's called wiggle room. Every politician needs wiggle room.
12,000,000 jobs huh? A bold promise based, again, on vague stats.
I'll turn that page, too. It will not happen. Mitt knows it, I know it, any thinking persons knows it.
Moving on I'd say the highlight of the convention might've been Ann afterall. She is a great story teller and she really tried to sell her hubby as an ordinary Joe. But, somehow it was shallow unless you can separate the money from the indivual because some ordinary Joes have lost their only home due to the economic disaster that's befallen us while he still owns several mansions.
Turn the page.
About religion. To each his own. Whatever turns you on or off. I'll try to NOT let religion be a factor. We're supposed to keep it separate from state functions. What I have discovered in my trek through life is that those who claim to be religious oftentimes let their beliefs govern their actions whether it involves personal habits or politics and politics definitely falls in the category of "state". I could never be a Mormon simply because I have taken time to study their beliefs which is also the reason I could never be a devout Catholic. I really don't think the man in the swivel chair of the Oval Office has the clout to push his (or her) religious beliefs onto an entire nation. I do believe, however, those beliefs could be integrated with a passage of legislation in some ways. Let's look at tithing for instance. Yeah. I know. It's sort of like taxing. Oh, well. I won't turn the page of this quite yet but my thumb is poised to flip the leaf if I do encounter even a single suggestion that everybody should believe as a candidate believes regarding the topic.
Vague I think describes Mitt's campaign so far. I have a vague suspicion I will vote for Obama unless he can do better than that. And I will keep my collection of Eastwood DVDs because I loved the characters Eastwood assumed the identity of. Why not? I might need some entertainment to cheer me up if Mitt wins and my Medicare loses. $6400 a year? Where oh where will I find the other $6399 to plunk down in order to stay alive. Oh, I suppose I could just up and die. Hmmmm! Naww-w-w-w-w-w-w. Where in the hell do those clowns get these figures?
Rots of Ruck. It's your call. I'll turn the pages for you.
Gramps
