The next year of so will be filled with more promises than a new groom.  We will be regaled with what can be done for us by the candidate and his/her party.  As all of us are aware, most of those promises do not ever come to fruition.

Our first announced candidate, Ted Cruz , is the darling of the Tea Party and has attained a following of people who think he is the answer to all our prayers.  He is a glib talker, even if he talks in a sing-song tone that reminds me of a religious counselor.  He was recently interviewed and asked why he was signing up for Obama care benefits.  His response was that he was going to follow the letter of the law.  interviewer haven’t you stated that you would repeal that law if you were elected?  If so, how can you now seek its benefits?  I believe in the letter of the law.  This is no answer.  This is a politician’s attempt at avoiding being caught in a situation that makes him/her look bad.  If he wants my vote he simply has to answer such questions in a simple straight forward manner.  No mealy mouthed political diatribe, just a clear concise answer.  Follow the letter of the law?  President must be natural-born citizen of USA.  Not a Canadian who has denounced his Canadian citizenship. I think we better get this problem ironed out before he gets too far into a campaign.  Is he even eligible?

Hillary.  A liar in the first degree.  I just can’t say enough things about her that would make me even consider her for president ? None of my reasons have anything to do with her being a woman.

I had promised myself that I would not use my blog for political spew.  I guess I couldn’t keep that promise.  I will now try to keep it at a minimum.

I am asking each of my readers to simply do some intelligent investigation about who we have running.  We have had a glib talking snake oil salesman for a president for the last two terms.  He was under-qualified for the position, possibly didn’t qualify to be president , and yet he got elected my the masses who thought they were on the road to glory.  Taking from me to give to you is not a concept I think the government ought to promote.  If I want you to have something that I have earned then I will simply give it to you out of the goodness of my heart.  All of us should live under that premise.  Give unto others, not be forced to do it.

Gary

I just watched a piece of news while having my dinner and was absolutely amazed at the stupidity of homo sapiens.  The news item concerned the possibility of Donald Trump running for president.  He was traveling thru New Hampshiere and one woman advised she would vote for him because he is so handsome.  I almost puked.  Have we gotten to the point that we judge our leaders as to whether they are handsome or beautiful.  Where in all that is holy are we going from here.  So far, we have Hillary and the Donald.  We have a woman who is so in lust with power that she would allow her husband to slander and embarrass her, their daughter, and our nation and not throw his happy ass down a flight of stairs.  To vote for Donald one might as well vote for Happy the Clown.

WE wonder why our nation is no longer respected around the world.  You dont have to think very hard to find the answer.  Just look who we elect as our leaders.

Jesus, take me now, pleae, before the Howdy Doody show comes back to television.

Chuy the disenfranchised.

I bought a new car yesterday.  This will now give me something to do for the rest of my driving days: I am referring to the reading and study of the owner’s manual.

My first car had a minimum of buttons on the dash.  I can recall a knob that engaged the overdrive feature, 2 knobs and about 5 buttons on the radio, and a light switch.  The high beam light switch was on the floor on the left side of the drivers area, where it should still be, and the horn was honked by a big round silver circle that was located on the steering column.  Basic, but effective.  My first car did not have the following features:  heated steering wheel ( if it is that cold, I am going to be home ), heated seats ( makes my butt sweat), DVD player ( I can’t watch cause it is in back seat) , warning system to prevent getting too close to car in front or rear of you (if I can’t see the cars I need to stay at home anyway), a video display that tells me how much air is in each tire (how do they do that?), a voice that comes on and tells me there is a flash flood warning in the area (Oh, that’s what that wall of water is that is coming down the gully off to the right) and a map that tells me where I am at and where I am going.  That little feature could come in handy when  dementia sets in.  I am not sure I need or really care to know what my average fuel consumption is on hilly terrain ( I can look at the gauge and see how far from empty I seem to be).  The one feature I am really glad did not exist when I was in my formative years is that “Northstar” thingy.  That damned thing is spooky as a haunted house.  Can you imagine being parked out at that second little road past the “circle” at the Pecos airport and have a thought about their being someone ( a real person, who can talk) who knows exactly where you are.  Not only does that lady know where you are, she can send you a map about how to get back to your date’s house.  Please go 100′, turn right at the mesquite bush, proceed 1/2 mile down the dirt road, etc, etc, etc.  Had that been available would the voice have felt compelled to call your date’s parents and tell them where you had taken their daughter?  I shudder to think of the possibilities.

It does have a stereo system.  A good one.  With 13 speakers placed strategically around the interior of the car.  I remember installing a second speaker in my first car.  I was high cotton.  I think I will crank up the bass while I drive today, wear some dark glasses and tie a dew rag around my head.  When the gangs start chasing me for getting on their turf, I will just call that lady at Northstar and get the map to the police station.

Oh, and I am going to spend some time today trying to find the handle that opens the gas tank door and the hood.

Chuy (Henry Ford) Cowan

It is not the dishonesty.  Its not the distasteful life style with Bill.  Its the damned arrogance and her complete disregard for the people who she wants to govern.  People can do alot of things to me and get by with it but to treat me as someone who is unimportant and totally ignorant is just too much.

School was good at ole Pecos Elementary.  The teachers were normally mild mannered and helped with the transition from your home to the big world outside.  There were some who scared the hell out of everybody but they were actually good people.  All of us were terrified of the electric paddle chair that resided in Mr. Kelly’s office but I knew of few people who were actually mortally wounded by the dreaded contraption.  School days were just a series of new learning experiences.  However, I did have my favorite times during the day and feel that I am not alone in these choices.

I liked recess.  I liked it even though I was rarely ever chosen as the captain of any team that made up the sports we played.  Those who were chosen as captains remained the captains of every team for the rest of our schooling in PISD.  That is an unwritten law I guess.  If you are the first captain chosen then you are named for life.  I am okay with that. My ego never required stroking to that extent.  I just like to be on the team.  My favorite game that we played involved two teams at opposite ends of the big playgound.  In opposing corners there was a square marked on the ground and pieces of rubber hose were stored there.  The object of the game was to retrieve a hose from the opponent’s home base without being tackled and captured.  You were home free once you got to the square where the hoses were and I think you got to retrieve a member of your team who had previously been captured.  That game was fairly rough-house and I dont remember the girls getting to play.  However I do remember a couple of the girls who could have been excellent players had they been allowed.

I like lunch hour.  My Roy Rodgers lunch pail was carried religiously and contained gastronomic marvels.  Baloney and cheese sandwiches, a moon pie and a small thermos of hopefully chocolate milk.  No carrot sticks and celery in those days.  Just good ole carbs and sugar.

I remember and liked reading time.  Usually after lunch period our teacher would have us lay our heads down on the desk while she read to us.  I never actually went to sleep as some of my fellow students but remained rivited to the story she was reading.  The best part about this was the book was usually a book that was entertaining instead of being enlightening, such as a text book.  The Hardy Boys books jump to mind.  Nancy Drew, not so much, however, to be fair and politically correct she was the darling of many. I always thought this was a time for the student but determined later in life that the reading time was actually for the teacher.  A time of peace and relative quiet, where possibly she would recover and reorganize.  To wonder maybe why she had chosen this as a career???

Life cycles are funny.  We start life as described above and then we go into a period where we no longer get a recess, a lunch hour as we knew it then, nor a nap/book reading time. We hit the ground running early in the morning and hustle and bustle all day and go home to our home life.  Home life during this period is not a time of playing around the neighborhood but is a time of chores, etc.  Grown up things.  Now I am in the third cycle of life where things have swung back the other way.  I can now take a recess during the middle of the day.  I can sit in a park and dream of the games I played when younger and more full of pep.  I can eat a baloney sandwich and drink chocolate milk if I want and I can actually take a nap in the afternoon if I should so desire and the telephone doesnt ring.  No one reads books to me but if I went down to the book store I could buy or rent an audio book and then I would be in perfect harmony with my days in elementary school.  Oh, and I dont have to worry about Frank Kelly busting my ass with an electric paddle.

Chuy the student

You wont see many political opinions forwarded by me because it is a waste of time.  Fermenting discord messes with my aura and certainly gets my stomach and bowels in an uproar.  Old people should not do things that get their bowels in an uproar.  Tranquility is what we should be after.  Dont get me wrong, I dislike many of the things our government does for us as well as too us, but, we really have no recourse but to just stick it out.  Have you ever written you congressman and gotten a response?  Have you ever seen an instance where something was done in accordance with the people’s’ wishes?  Have you ever been promised something only to see that it is never done?  Well, that is politics.  We have one chance every 4 years to rectify an election error.  After the election we kinda have to sit back and see if we are going to get it stuck to us, in us or accidentally get lucky enough to receive some benefit from the one we elected.  Mostly we end up the stuckees.  We have a couple of years left on the present administration.  Hopefully we can last until we have an opportunity to elect someone else.  It is a cinch our current Prez will not serve again.  The best thing each of us can do is to be as informed as we can be about the people who serve us, and if they do not serve us in a manner that we feel is what we want, then withhold your vote from that person and find another candidate.  Use the time that you spend reading mostly untrue or biased statements to try and learn the real facts.  We will probably have a hard time finding out those facts but we can try.  Make a decision that is an informed decision and then, win or lose, go with the results.

Chuy the non-politician