The Week In Review...

I'm thinking that I'll start posting a "week in review" sort of thing each week, if for no other reason than to continue to pump out unreadable crap. I stopped writing in my journal with the idea that this would become my outlet. So I reckon that I'd better at least make an attempt to utilize this here outlet, as it were.

So the week in review for the week of April 13th through April 20th, 2008...

Sam passed away this week. He died the day after taxes were due, April 16th, 2008. He spleen ruptured and the vet put him down. My father and I were in the room with him when he passed. It was heart breaking and the image of little Sammy lying on the vet's exam room floor will forever be burned in my memory. But it is necessary that the pet's owner be there when the pet is dying. You should be the last thing that your pet sees, if possible. We owe it to our pets. Its the least we can do for their unconditional love and support. And now Sammy will sit up on the shelf with the Sharpies and with ole Sleepy Ray Floyd.

The presidential campaign roared on this week. We were bombarded with the despicable messages of the liberal candidates, both shouting about how they were the best one for the job. And we were forced to listen to the mindless masses spewing their opinions on which one would better lead the country out of the toilet. What these idiots don't realize is that neither candidate gives a single damn about them or their views. Hillary in particular is a heartless bitch, not unlike Satan himself. And ole Barrack hasn't been in the public eye long enough for those of us paying attention to be able to cite examples of his heartlessness. Just give him time. And all the idiot first-time voters on our college campuses are throwing away their votes on the liberal candidates with the naive belief that said candidates care about them. It would be laughable if it wasn't so damn unfortunate.

Those of us with a brain and some battle scars know without a shadow that the two liberal candidates will not make a bit of difference. They will blunder and botch the job just like any conservative will. The whole institution is designed to produce failures and in-fighting. No one will be able to bring about change. And its pretty damn stupid to think differently.

What I can't wait to see is who the idiot liberals will blame as soon as one of their blessed candidates gets the white house and does nothing. What's going to happen when a democrat fails as completely as our current president? Who's moveon.org going to go after once W. is gone and the country is being run by heartless democrats?

It's been a slow, bad week when politics is a discussion topic. I'll end it right here and say that I hope this coming week is better than the last. Couldn't be much worse. So let's see what happens..............................

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