i recently had to evict some folks from a property i own and instead of leaving behind any of the back rent, they left behind a large box of these scam letters from prepaid “r” us.

in case you’ve read through the ‘business plan’ and still aren’t convinced its a scam i can assure you by the debt my tenants racked up these letters made them no money and of all the garbage they did move out, these letters were one of the fews things they didn’t think worth while to take…

i recently watched the john pilger documentary “do you remember vietnam”. and as if i needed any additional evidence that the whole iraq premise, war and reconstruction wasn’t complete bullox this would have been enough.

through almost the entire documentary you can replace the country vietnam with iraq and the remainder of the story is the same. the same collection of blue blood, privileged draft dodgers that avoided that war, increased their sin by repeating history without having learned a thing from the past, except maybe that privilege and power are best hoarded and everything else is expendable…

and somehow yet again, we all went along for the ride…

wisdom seems unequal compensation for the infirmities of old age.

why isn’t there a metric calendar?

i get that the earth rotates around the sun every 365.25 days so the months and number of days in a month is never going to work out so good. but surely we could have 100 hours in a day, and 100 minutes in an hour and 100 seconds in a minute.

i’d certainly enjoy 33 1/3 hours of sleep one night…

who could have guessed one of my more astute readers would have noticed the list of salutations was conspicuously missing:

Mr. and Mr.
Mrs. and Mrs.

there is no amount of boredom, caffein or hyper political correctness that can justify this many salutation options on the american heart association’s online pledge form:

Admiral
Ambass. & Mrs.
Ambassador
BGEN
Bishop
Bishop and Mr.
Bishop and Mrs.
Brother
c/o
Cantor
Cantor and Mr.
Cantor and Mrs.
Capt.
Capt. and Mrs.
CDR
Cdr.
Chap.
Chaplain & Mrs.
Cmdr.
CMSGT
Col.
Col. and Mrs.
Commissioner
CWO4
Deacon
Dr.
Dr. & Rev.
Dr. and Dr.
Dr. and Mr.
Dr. and Mrs.
Dr. and Ms.
Dr. and Rev.
Drs.
Elder
Estate of
Father
Fr.
General
H.R.H.
Hon.
Judge
Lt.
Lt. Cmdr.
Lt. Col.
Major
Messrs.
Miss
Monsignor
Mother
Mr.
Mr. and Mrs.
Mr. and Ms.
Mrs.
Ms.
MSG.
Mss.
Prof.
Prof. and Mr.
Prof. and Mrs.
Prof. and Ms.
Rabbi
Rabbi and Mr.
Rabbi and Mrs.
Rep.
Rev.
Rev. and Mr.
Rev. and Mrs.
Rev. Dr.
Rev. Dr. & Mrs.
Rt. Rev.
Rt. Rev. & Mr.
Rt. Rev. & Mrs.
Senator
Senator & Mrs.
Sgt.
Sister
Sr.
The
The Hon.
The Hon. & Mr.
The Hon. & Mrs.
The Rev. Deacon

by their own admission forty-four of the one hundred sitting senators have “written” a book.

they are truly remarkable and generous people to make the time necessary to pen a book while meeting the commitments of public service which they hold so dear.

and given the public record of their amazing achievements, who isn’t clamoring to buy one of their books?

i can hardly wait for the yeah! god bless america! bullshit antics from the collective label pin, flag waving political hypocrites who have plundered the united states for the past seven and a half years.

another fabulous opportunity for them to talk about patriotism without actually demonstrating any…

i keep a stickie open where i capture thoughts they may one day make it on to this list of ideas.

one previous thought was a collection of expressions i particularly enjoy, another more recent entry was from a colleague who got who got an inspirational corporate memo from his less that effective manager that began “please be advised that it has been brought to my attention…”

ironically i pasted this memo under the expression “bat shit crazy”. coincidence, i don’t think so.

apparently there is a word used by inhabitants of the northern hemisphere to describe folks living in australia in new zealand. the word is:

antipodean

can you throw the prefix “anti” in front of a suffix that has no meaning, in this case “podean”. how will i know what to be opposed or against?

i was flipping through a comic book with my four year old son and he asked me:

what’s this bad guy doing?

since i wasn’t reading or narrating the comic book in any way i asked how he knew the guy was a bad guy, he responded:

he’s bald.