There's a lot of gnashing of teeth over flags and same sex marriage licenses and quaalude slinging pudding pitchmen these days. There's so much wailing and counter-wailing it's hard to stay focused on just what you're for or against.
You might have been against something until you saw how some other againsters were acting so you decided you must be for because you just aren't as bat-guano crazy as those nuts on cable. Count me as for, for and against. At least that's what I'm thinking right now but my thinking is pretty cloudy. The cacaphony of whining our national chorus has become isn't helping. But that isn't my real issue right now.
My problem at this moment is the summer cold. My ears are ringing, my eyes are watering and my throat feels like a blistered sunburn.
Just as beer is proof there is a god who loves us, the summer cold is proof of something evil that doesn't like us at all. I'm sure it's running a super-pac for Donald Trump as we speak.
I've fought the ill effects with a steady drip of Alka-Seltzer Plus cold formula and hot toddies. So please bear with me as I senslessly try to make sense of stuff that just doesn't make sense.
The news that the Confederate battle flag was coming down at state capital buildings was great. It should never fly over government buildings again. Getting the KKK out of those buildings would be good, too. One step at a time.
But do we really have to pull the Dukes of Hazard off the television? Really? Seems the show would get special dispensation simply for giving the world Daisy Dukes. That's a race-crossing fashion trend popular in the north, south, east and west.
On the other end of the whine meter, we have county clerks who don't want to issue state marriage licenses because they don't believe in it. They claim it is an attack on their religious liberties. There's no greater attack on your religious freedom than people having the freedom to believe something different than you.
What I can't get my head around is when a state sanctioned contract between two people became a religious document. Maybe I need to re-read Leviticus.
Remember the kids who would just take their toys and go home? Looks like most of them are now county clerks in Kentucky.
The heartbreaking news of the week is that the King of the pudding pop, the figurehead of "we're all one big family" values, is actually a hypocritical blow hard who couldn't get laid out of wedlock without a pocket full of roofies.
For years Bill Cosby was the one African guy most ticked off old white guys loved to quote. Here was a man of moral character who told it like it was. Take your ghetto rapping baggy pants wearing hoodie hiding self and act right! The more he told it like it was, the more ticked off old white guys looked the other way as woman after woman told stories of losing track of time when alone with ole doc Huxtable. Hide your daughters, here comes the Cos!
Hypocrites and summer colds are the worst.