I’m gonna drool
‘Till I go to school.
Then, I’m gonna drool
Some more.
I’m gonna drool
Sitting on my stool,
‘Till there’s puddles
On the floor.
Drool cleans the dirt
On my Grandpa’s shirt.
But it leaves a mess
On Grandma’s dress.
So, I’m gonna drool
‘Till I go to school,
‘Cause while droolin’
I’m the best.
It’s Thanksgiving,
And I’m so blue.
I wanted that drumstick,
Mom gave it to you.
I’m chewing on turkey,
It’s dry to the bone.
I need some more gravy,
Or I’m going home.
I’m having my dessert,
Some great pecan pie.
It makes up for the green beans.
The onions made me cry.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
I think that the major problem with our country is not people actively trying to keep other people from voting, it’s that we keep putting idiots in charge of the basic mechanics.
Texas has a Voter ID law now. Finally. Yes, I think it is a reasonable requirement. If you have to show ID before you meet the President, why shouldn’t you have to show ID before you vote for one?
There are seven – seven – types of ID that are acceptable for proving your identity to vote in Texas.
I looked at these, and I’ve got two of them, which means I’m not eligible for a Voter ID card and I don’t need a Personal ID card, and to me, the most stringent was a US Passport – you needed a certified birth certificate to get it and it was from the federal government.
So, I took my passport to the polling place this morning. The poll worker said “We can’t take passports for identification.” WTF? It has a photo. It has my name. It’s a government document. My name on it matches the voter rolls. IT’S ON THE LIST.
I’m a Libertarian, so instead of starting a major scene (though I thought about it) or protesting outside the polls or busing in illegal voters from other States or countries to actually suppress my vote, I just said, “It’s first on the list” (politely leaving out “you dumbass”), and sighed, and gave him my drivers license. Always have multiple forms of ID when you need an ID. Prepare ahead. You will find stupid people whenever there is a governmental entity involved.
So, now we have a young, very confused-looking black male telling an old white guy that he can’t take his valid ID and let him vote – WHEN IT’S ON THE LIST – would seem to me the exact opposite of what was supposed to be happening at the polls, according to the doomsayers. Maybe the Democrats don’t want old white guys who can afford to travel internationally to be able to vote.
He took my drivers license. I voted. It’s over. I reported it to the Texas Secretary of State. (No reply yet.)
However, as long as our elections are run by dumbshits who don’t know their own rules, we are going to have election problems.
Never look for viciousness when ignorance is the most likely explanation.
Millions sleep with our C-PAPs,
To avoid a slow death by snore.
This is not nearly as tragic,
As fresh doggie poop on your floor.
Our families came through the Depression,
When life could seem very hard.
This is not nearly as tragic,
As a lizard coming in from the yard.
Your ancestors were at Vesuvius,
Some perished, covered in soot.
This is not nearly as tragic,
As fresh doggie pee on your foot.
Today, we had some crises.
Let’s all take a deep breath.
Pee, lizards and poop won’t kill you,
Stop crying and plotting their death.
When you’re sitting in the dark,
The disbelievers head for the door.
The faithful wait with their lighters.
Some time soon, comes the Oncor.
Food?
AIDS.
Medicine?
West NIle Virus.
Money?
Ebola.
I hope we don’t get Africa
In the gift exchange again.
Sometimes you’re soft,
Sometimes you’re tough.
You’re always doing your best,
Sometimes, that’s just not enough.
Your parents will love you,
They’ll try to make you a man.
Sometimes, they just scar you,
By doing the best that they can.
Sometimes, you’re happy,
Sometimes, you’re hurt.
Just keep trying to reach higher,
Sometimes, you’ll rise from the dirt.
Your friends will support you,
They all stand by your side.
Sometimes, you’re alone,
Since they’ve decided to hide.
Sometimes, you’re working,
Sometimes, you’ll play.
Just do what you believe in,
Sometimes, it will finally pay.
Heard about a poet.
English chap, I’m told.
Left messages in poems.
Protected in simple code.
Many failed to find them.
Years went by until he passed.
Why no one ever saw them.
I never thought to ask.
First, I thought “Too clever”.
Everyone missed the clues.
Perhaps, nobody listened.
Only husbands have the blues.
I’m sure someday they’ll find him.
Somewhere in the fields.
Only time will tell, I guess.
Never drop your shields.
Even when you think it’s safe,
Don’t ever be too sure.
Many men have gone before.
Ever thinking they’re secure.
Katie
You have a big ol’ belly,
And you’re kinda smelly.
You remind me of Mom.
Murphy
You seem kinda bitchy,
And you’re always itchy.
You remind me of Mom.
Rocky
You’re a wee bit lazy,
And you’re kinda crazy.
You remind me of Mom.
Ripley
You’re always nappin’,
And your gums are flappin’.
You remind me of Mom.
You know where this is leading,
I’m lying here bleeding.
Just for singing this song.
(Don’t ever sing silly songs to your dogs. It can get you killed. Apparently.)
Mom hates my barking,
Even when morning is here.
So, I guess I’ll wake up Daddy,
Just put my tongue inside his ear.
Watching all my brothers
On an early morning stroll.
Hit them just bellow the ribcage,
And you can watch them roll.
Mom and Dad are out,
I’m now the Patrol Guy.
Nothing looks suspicious,
But these Kleenex have to die.
Daddy’s on a conference call,
Mommy reading her iPad.
I really need to visit the yard,
So I guess I’ll go get Dad.
Daddy rubbed my belly,
Mommy scratched my head.
The lights are turning out.
It’s time to go to bed.
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