Sarurday morning musings

Saturday morning musings

   

     As they always do on Saturday, today's  Villages daily newspaper ran the weekly column of  that senile, bigoted God-monger, Billy Graham. Today's gem was headlined, "The Bible doesn't forbid organ donation!"   My initial reaction was, "Really?  You mean when the Council of Nicaea met in 325 AD and decided what was really scripture and what wasn't, that someone peered 1700 years into the future and foresaw organ transplants?"  One assumes the logic then was, "Hey, 18 centuries from now a pope might need a kidney?" As an aside, the Bible also doesn't forbid pedophilia (a loophole exploited for centuries by some priests and the Mormon church), Reality TV, Hula hoops,  and Strawberry Twizzlers either, although that last  one should be banned as an insult to real licorice.

        A commercial which aired during the local news, extolling the virtues of some brand (I've forgotten which) of dog food, proudly proclaimed the inclusion of "Naturally sourced Sunflower seeds."  Now we've shared our various homes over the years with numerous sweet pups, from Bart the Wonder Dog to Belle, the world's most exquisite Bassett Hound. Other than being  of the genus Canidae, the only thing they really had in common was that neither ever indicated that they gave a shit about  seeds, sunflower or other. I mean can you imagine the state of the carpet if your dog ate and spit sunflower seeds all day?  Of course these are, as advertised, "Naturally sourced."  One is left to suppose that those artificial sunflower seeds (?) just don't cut it.

          Just briefly:  At what point do we just revoke someone's right to hold  public office for poor judgment, lack of impulse control, and bad taste? Our governor, Rick (Bat-boy) Scott must certainly be the test case. After being berated in a Starbucks by a dissatisfied and , admittedly, vocal and pissed off constituent, this "should be" felon was unable to just let it alone. He apparently took her rebukes so deeply to heart that he felt obligated to reply in a video. If every Floridian who thinks Rick Scott is a stain on the fabric of Florida politics responded in kind, the internet would implode.

        And finally (for today) the most recent sign of the impending red neck, zombie, brain dead apocalypse - the "NASCAR  Duck Commander 500", somewhere in Texas (where the f**k else?). "Stock (as if)" cars, drunken crash junkie voyeurs,  bigoted, bearded, homophobic sponsors.....It just don't get no better'n this, does it, Vern?  Know what I mean?"