Tuesday, June 19, 2007

traffic report




trafficreportseveryhalfhour
I don’t have anything to say, but I am going to use fancy technology to say it.
The fretting about technology goes way back. Homer is quoted as saying, “when we begin to write, we will lose our ability to remember”
It is like the time I pulled up to a red light, and looked at the car next to me. There were four people in it, and each was talking on a cell phone. Whatever happened to talking to the people that you are with?
Or maybe it is a communication thing. Recently, I have been having conversations with G-d when I am at a red light next to the Big Chicken. The other day, I turned down the radio traffic report as I slowed to the stop.
“Hey G-d, wassup?”
““Don’t worry about me, listen to the traffic report”




twoeightyfivealllanesblockedsouthbound
7:36:26 PM
Sometimes the last steps are the steepest.
There was one fed x label left to print when the computer had an attitude problem. Instead of being done at 515, I left at 600. Then, the roads were backed up, and my half hour commute took an hour.
But I got home.
There was one comment on the radio today that stuck. A talker was discussing the situation in Iraq. We have gone there and liberated them from Saddam. Why don't
they show more progress in setting up a democratic government ?
His answer:
" That is like cutting a man's legs off below the knees, and saying, hey I gave you some new sneakers, why can't you run faster?"
America has created a mess in Babylon. But you know that. If we leave there is carnage. If we stay there is carnage. Some are saying that now we will need 40k troops in there for the next fifteen years.
The situation in Gaza is similar. The people there were the subject of a brutal occupation by Israel. The fact that this is only marginally better than the way they were treated when governed by Egypt is irrelevant to the rabble rousers. Ditto the exploitation of the Palestineans by the Arab nations.
So Israel decides to pull out, after doing little to prepare these people to govern themselves. There is an election between Al Fatah ( the Yassir Arafat organization) and Hamas. The people of Gaza are tired of the corruption of Al Fatah, and they choose Hamas. Why is anyone surprised?
We gave you some new sneakers, why can't you run faster?
Spell check suggestions for this feature:
fatah- faith fatal
Yassir- easier, sassier, gasser, passer
Arafat- Aright, abaft, afar, craft, draft graft, kraft
hamas- hammers, hams, whams, hermosa, harass



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Thursday, April 05, 2007

easter thursday




sameaseveryday The traffic on hwy 41 is always bad, but today worse than usual. I was headed to a surveying company with a load of supplies, which I would need to get a check for. This is one of the last offices where people smoke inside, and it makes one realize what a wonderful thing smoking outside is.
Anyone who says they left has never accomplished anything should ponder this... just a few years ago; tobacco users (a.k.a. druggies with special privileges) smoked their nasty stogies anywhere they wanted. That is not acceptable today, and going outside to puff is the norm.



usetwobouldersthistime Easter is about the renewal of the earth, the life that comes out of death every year this time.
Somehow, this got blown up into the mess we have today. I find myself grateful when the season is over, and we can go back to our normal lives. The good news is, Easter is not a commercial bonanza...yet... so it is mercifully brief.
During my seven year sentence of working with the professional jesus worshipper, he always seemed to have a temper fit around Easter time. Once, he took good friday off, and came into the shop and had a temper tantrum on a vacation day.
And we are having a cold snap in Georgia. If only the temperatures stay above freezing and spare the plants in my garden. Next year I might learn not to plant so early.
The above is a comment is recycled fromGratefulBear.


sheetmetalpoultry At a traffic light beside the Big Chicken, I decide to have a talk with G-d.

I: G-d, why does Jesus hate me?

G-d: I don't know.





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