I wrote this a while back, when she was still very much in it. But don't count her out. She did only suspend her campaign, not close it, remember?
When it comes to the Clinton's, I don't think anything can be ruled out. Can you say "Vince Foster?"
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I wonder what’s been going through the mind of Senator Hilary Clinton these past few weeks. Maybe something like this:
My eyes open to the promise of the new day.
My gaze takes me around the room. Magically hovering in the corner is my luminescent lime-green pants suit.
I spring from my bed, don the outfit, and slick back my hair.
I am ready for action.
For I am SuperHil.
Today is the day. Another battle against the forces of the Evil ObamaNation looms beyond the dawn. Will I be able to summon the strength for yet another confrontation? Will my powers allow me to find the words to counter the constant challenge of a foe that steals from my own arsenal of weapons named "Change" and "Hope"? And, more importantly, will my stomach ever stop churning from the assault of whiskey shots, draft beer and yet another chicken dinner?
At the end of the day, will I be the one still left standing?
Of course, I will. I have faced far greater than this. Why, I have been betrayed by one whom I deeply trusted those several years back, and raised myself up from the depths of that debacle to become the first of my kind to have come so far in this quest for the House of White.
For, after all, I AM SuperHil.
But lately, it seems to be all coming apart. Bitter? Me? You bet I’m bitter. This was to have been my moment, my time to shine in the spotlight, my "coronation", to become the Head of the Realm. My cunning opponent has countered my powers, one by one. My legions of generals have abandoned me, also one by one, to cross over to "The Other Side".
But even as I fear the end is near, I persevere.
I feel stronger now, dressed in my shimmering outfit.
Let them sling their arrows. Let them launch their verbal assaults. Let them leave me, one by one. I can handle the fire. Why, I trounced "The Intern". I conquered the rushing surges of Whitewater. I dodged bullets in a foreign land.
Why, I have even shot at a duck.
Nothing can stop me.
For I am SuperHil.
But, alas, despite my continued victories on key fronts, the battle has finally ended. My followers were dwindling even as the numbers turned against me. My most trusted warriors were calling for me to end the struggle. The ObamaNation has claimed its victory. Don’t you think I can see that? But still I fight on, with my pure white pearl necklace shining against the fury of the fight.
Still, it is over.
But, is it, really?
As I retreat in solitude to my quarters, I shed the pants-suit, and pull the coverlet to my chin. I close my eyes, and dream. This quest that had began over a decade ago has ended, and badly. It is time to rest. Time to regroup. To reevaluate. But in my mind, it is not time for surrender.
In my mind, I see a chance for renewal.
This current foe may falter and fail. He is new to this game. Not like me, a seasoned warrior. And when he does, I will be there. They will seek me out to carry the banner, to save them from ruin. Yes, to save them. As it was supposed to be all along.
And I will graciously forgive them all as I pick up the shield and lead them to the triumph we deserve.
I deserve.
For I am SuperHil.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
LAZY DAYS OF SUMMER..NOT!
We just hosted the Goonies, two of the eight grandkids who reside in the good old Lou. They are a great pair, full of vim and vinegar. So the summer has not been lazy, at least the last few days.
The week is starting out slow, however, soon to rise to a crescendo, as we go to Cali to help three of the others move back home...finally. Mom and Dad are driving back, and we are braving the friendly skys with three kids under 6 years old. Guardian Angels, it's hammer-time!
Me, Jill and Joanie, and the three beautiful girlies.
Should be interesting.
TTFN.
The week is starting out slow, however, soon to rise to a crescendo, as we go to Cali to help three of the others move back home...finally. Mom and Dad are driving back, and we are braving the friendly skys with three kids under 6 years old. Guardian Angels, it's hammer-time!
Me, Jill and Joanie, and the three beautiful girlies.
Should be interesting.
TTFN.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
New to EzineArticles.com
I have had an article about golf picked up by EzineArticles.com. Go to that web site and click on Recreation and Sports, then click on Golf, scroll down a few and there you have it.
Now, if you will excuse me, I must head to the driving range to work on my slice.
See Ya.. T.
Now, if you will excuse me, I must head to the driving range to work on my slice.
See Ya.. T.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
THE FOURTH
Have to start out with a lame joke here.
I seems that as Jesus was outside the tomb of his good friend, He uttered in loud voice...
LAZARUS....COME FORTH..... and three guys came out before he did.
Duh. TOLD you it was lame.
Anyway.... our FOURTH of July was a great one. Little Joey's birthday (he's 28 now...my how time flies) was celebrated in grand fashion by swimming in the blow-up-pool, fireworks on the driveway, very unhealthy but lip-smackin' pork products indigenous to St. Louis, crazed grandkids laughing and pushing and shoving and eating red-white-and-blue popsicles and hugging and causing beautiful mayhem, a sweet local community parade and our very own 40 foot parade in front of our house with decorated bikes and strollers, some adult beverages (Okay, a lot of adult beverages: see "crazed grandkids", above), and unseasonably awesome weather for a river valley community just out of the throes of a nasty flood season.
See the pic of 5 out of 8 of the aforementioned grands.... three are in a holding pattern on the Left Coast, with an anticipated arrival of late summer.
So we cross over into the downslide of my Summer of Great Content, as there is less than a month before I head again into the Sweatshoppes at Cross Keys (this is only remotely funny if you know that there is a shopping center called the Shoppes at Cross Keys and my middle school of employ is called Cross Keys.... hmmm).
Still, who am I to complain about having a job that lets out at 3:15 and allows for 14 weeks paid vacation.....
Gotta go... it's nappy time soon, and I'm playing golf this afternoon.....
Oh well, someone has to do it.
I seems that as Jesus was outside the tomb of his good friend, He uttered in loud voice...
LAZARUS....COME FORTH..... and three guys came out before he did.
Duh. TOLD you it was lame.
Anyway.... our FOURTH of July was a great one. Little Joey's birthday (he's 28 now...my how time flies) was celebrated in grand fashion by swimming in the blow-up-pool, fireworks on the driveway, very unhealthy but lip-smackin' pork products indigenous to St. Louis, crazed grandkids laughing and pushing and shoving and eating red-white-and-blue popsicles and hugging and causing beautiful mayhem, a sweet local community parade and our very own 40 foot parade in front of our house with decorated bikes and strollers, some adult beverages (Okay, a lot of adult beverages: see "crazed grandkids", above), and unseasonably awesome weather for a river valley community just out of the throes of a nasty flood season.
See the pic of 5 out of 8 of the aforementioned grands.... three are in a holding pattern on the Left Coast, with an anticipated arrival of late summer.
So we cross over into the downslide of my Summer of Great Content, as there is less than a month before I head again into the Sweatshoppes at Cross Keys (this is only remotely funny if you know that there is a shopping center called the Shoppes at Cross Keys and my middle school of employ is called Cross Keys.... hmmm).
Still, who am I to complain about having a job that lets out at 3:15 and allows for 14 weeks paid vacation.....
Gotta go... it's nappy time soon, and I'm playing golf this afternoon.....
Oh well, someone has to do it.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
The Colors
How do you like the new colors? They are in honor of the Aston Villa Football Club of England Premier League. When I was a young man able to run, I played soccer for an amatuer team sponsored by Town and Country Ford in Clayton. We replicated the maroon and light blue colors of AVFC for our uniforms, down to the striped socks.
We weren't a great team, but we looked awesome. Probably the coolest uniforms ever made in the history of the game.
We weren't a great team, but we looked awesome. Probably the coolest uniforms ever made in the history of the game.
Friday, June 27, 2008
New and Improved for 2008
Hey, it looks like Blogger has done some cool changes to enable techno-impaired guys like me to soup up their sites, so I am hard at it. I will be adding pictures and ads and links as the days go on.
One of the reasons for getting back to this is that I have finished a novel (see Preview of Coming Attractions), and am getting it edited. I have been shopping it around to about 5o agents and publishers to no avail. So a company that does Print on Demand is next on the block. All the conventional wisdom says it is important to get the book out there, and this is one way to do it in a non-traditional manner.
As soon as I do the changes from the edit, I am submitting to the POD.
Should be interesting.
The book is called "You're Never Too Old For Space Camp".
Here is a sample from the first chapter.
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ONE
“Why’d they have to pick yellow?”
I wondered this to myself as the school buses rolled into the lot. A black girl with blue eye shadow and pink fingernails over by the door glanced at me with an absent look, and then went back to checking her cell phone. Over by the benches, three would-be studs were crowding around a lass who was obviously what one could call an early-bloomer. She was drinking up the attention, until one of the guys accidentally broke wind---and loudly, at that. With a roll of her eyes, and an “Oh…My….Gawd”, she spun off, in search of girlfriends to hug and squeal with. As for the three young men, they collapsed into puddles of laughter, beating each other on the back with calls of “What a dork!” and “You loser!” and other less printable epithets.
Ah, yes, it was that time-honored moment, the exact end of summer, the beginning of who knows what will happen. It was the first day of school at Cedar Grove Middle School.
“So, Joe. I can see that you haven’t gotten any brains over the summer,” said a voice to my right.
It was Eddie Railey.
Eddie and I had gotten to Cedar Grove within a few years of each other. We had played in a softball league together before that, and I told him about the job opening up in Social Studies. It was hard to believe that was over 15 years ago.
We no longer play softball, by the way.
“Mr. Railey, Sir….Hey, I guess we both are dummies, since you’re standing here, too.”
It was standard practice for teachers to complain about how fast the first day of school comes, even though most of us still felt that tingle of coming attractions that we felt as kids. But whereas it used to be, ”Who will be in my class? or “Will that pretty red-haired girl sit next to me?” now it’s “Will I be able to do this for yet another year?”
Eddie smiled. “How was your summer? Overall, I mean.”
“Good enough. Got a lot done around the house, to Julies’ delight. Played a ton of golf, some with you, if you recall. Drank some beer, also with you. All in all, successful,” I said, as row upon row of long yellow vehicles fouled the curbside with their diesel exhaust.
“Lucky you. Three weeks ago, I had to go down to Texas to help my mom and dad move into an assisted living place. Pretty nice place, but they hated to leave their house. Then when I’d been home for a week I got a call in the middle of the night that dad died. Just sitting in his recliner one afternoon, watching The Price is Right. Mom thought he was nodding off like he did all the time. An hour later, she went to wake him to see what he wants for dinner, and that was that.” Railey choked up a bit, turned his head. “A peaceful way to go, I guess.”
“Oh man, why didn’t you call me? I had no idea.”
“Nobody did.” Eddie shrugged. “That’s okay. Besides, it was in Texas, and they wanted to be buried there. They’d been there almost 20 years. The funeral was small, since most of their friends were dead anyway. Dad had one brother, but he passed away a couple of years ago.”
“Mom is here with us, till we can get things squared away.”Over by the door, Miss Pink Fingernails was howling. “Go ahead and bring it then.
One of the reasons for getting back to this is that I have finished a novel (see Preview of Coming Attractions), and am getting it edited. I have been shopping it around to about 5o agents and publishers to no avail. So a company that does Print on Demand is next on the block. All the conventional wisdom says it is important to get the book out there, and this is one way to do it in a non-traditional manner.
As soon as I do the changes from the edit, I am submitting to the POD.
Should be interesting.
The book is called "You're Never Too Old For Space Camp".
Here is a sample from the first chapter.
_____________
ONE
“Why’d they have to pick yellow?”
I wondered this to myself as the school buses rolled into the lot. A black girl with blue eye shadow and pink fingernails over by the door glanced at me with an absent look, and then went back to checking her cell phone. Over by the benches, three would-be studs were crowding around a lass who was obviously what one could call an early-bloomer. She was drinking up the attention, until one of the guys accidentally broke wind---and loudly, at that. With a roll of her eyes, and an “Oh…My….Gawd”, she spun off, in search of girlfriends to hug and squeal with. As for the three young men, they collapsed into puddles of laughter, beating each other on the back with calls of “What a dork!” and “You loser!” and other less printable epithets.
Ah, yes, it was that time-honored moment, the exact end of summer, the beginning of who knows what will happen. It was the first day of school at Cedar Grove Middle School.
“So, Joe. I can see that you haven’t gotten any brains over the summer,” said a voice to my right.
It was Eddie Railey.
Eddie and I had gotten to Cedar Grove within a few years of each other. We had played in a softball league together before that, and I told him about the job opening up in Social Studies. It was hard to believe that was over 15 years ago.
We no longer play softball, by the way.
“Mr. Railey, Sir….Hey, I guess we both are dummies, since you’re standing here, too.”
It was standard practice for teachers to complain about how fast the first day of school comes, even though most of us still felt that tingle of coming attractions that we felt as kids. But whereas it used to be, ”Who will be in my class? or “Will that pretty red-haired girl sit next to me?” now it’s “Will I be able to do this for yet another year?”
Eddie smiled. “How was your summer? Overall, I mean.”
“Good enough. Got a lot done around the house, to Julies’ delight. Played a ton of golf, some with you, if you recall. Drank some beer, also with you. All in all, successful,” I said, as row upon row of long yellow vehicles fouled the curbside with their diesel exhaust.
“Lucky you. Three weeks ago, I had to go down to Texas to help my mom and dad move into an assisted living place. Pretty nice place, but they hated to leave their house. Then when I’d been home for a week I got a call in the middle of the night that dad died. Just sitting in his recliner one afternoon, watching The Price is Right. Mom thought he was nodding off like he did all the time. An hour later, she went to wake him to see what he wants for dinner, and that was that.” Railey choked up a bit, turned his head. “A peaceful way to go, I guess.”
“Oh man, why didn’t you call me? I had no idea.”
“Nobody did.” Eddie shrugged. “That’s okay. Besides, it was in Texas, and they wanted to be buried there. They’d been there almost 20 years. The funeral was small, since most of their friends were dead anyway. Dad had one brother, but he passed away a couple of years ago.”
“Mom is here with us, till we can get things squared away.”Over by the door, Miss Pink Fingernails was howling. “Go ahead and bring it then.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
O DAT DANG POLITICS
In the words of the renowned broadcaster of Cardinal, White Sox and Cubs baseball,
Hello again, everybody.
Can't help but feel sad for Barack Obama's mom and grandma. He threw them under the bus, off the train, voted them off the island yesterday, when in his speech that was supposed to cement his position as the candidate with Character, he denigrated his white side of the family to gain favor with "all Americans who want change in this nation", the same nation his lovely wifey Michelle said she hasn't had any pride for in her adult life, the same nation who pretty much made it possible for her to go to PRINCETON AND HARVARD, MADE IT POSSIBLE FOR HER HUSBAND TO SELL MILLIONS OF BUCKS WORTH OF BOOKS, MADE IT POSSIBLE FOR HER DAUGHTERS TO GO TO GOOD SCHOOLS...... all right. I will quit yelling.
Chris Matthews of MSNBC said that yesterdays speech was worthy of Lincoln...well, yeah maybe the Lincoln who was chronically depressed most of his life...and Matthews also said that the speech was "A gift to the country". Well, I agree with him here.
The gift is that Baramo made it easier for Hil and Bil to get their fingers into the pie again, to win the nomination, and that if this happens, then Johnny Mac will wipe her off the face of the map.
Now, good friends....that IS a gift to the country.
see ya.
Hello again, everybody.
Can't help but feel sad for Barack Obama's mom and grandma. He threw them under the bus, off the train, voted them off the island yesterday, when in his speech that was supposed to cement his position as the candidate with Character, he denigrated his white side of the family to gain favor with "all Americans who want change in this nation", the same nation his lovely wifey Michelle said she hasn't had any pride for in her adult life, the same nation who pretty much made it possible for her to go to PRINCETON AND HARVARD, MADE IT POSSIBLE FOR HER HUSBAND TO SELL MILLIONS OF BUCKS WORTH OF BOOKS, MADE IT POSSIBLE FOR HER DAUGHTERS TO GO TO GOOD SCHOOLS...... all right. I will quit yelling.
Chris Matthews of MSNBC said that yesterdays speech was worthy of Lincoln...well, yeah maybe the Lincoln who was chronically depressed most of his life...and Matthews also said that the speech was "A gift to the country". Well, I agree with him here.
The gift is that Baramo made it easier for Hil and Bil to get their fingers into the pie again, to win the nomination, and that if this happens, then Johnny Mac will wipe her off the face of the map.
Now, good friends....that IS a gift to the country.
see ya.
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