Weiner? Come On People

I turned on my television set the other day and all I could see all day long was a crotch shot of some mayor from New York state all over every channel. Apparently, this numbskull was trying to send some legislation to the news and accidentally sent a picture of a man's crotch instaed igniting a storm of controversy the likes of which we haven't seen since since FDR or perhaps before. How can anybody be so dumb? It reminds me of that time, Tim that I sent you that roll of film that I thought was full of pictures of Oklahoma bird life but was actually from Dondra's and I's honeymoon in El Paso. You still haven't mailed that back by the way and we're pushing a decade.

As we all know polititians are no strangers to the occasional sex scandal but what makes this case different is that this Weiner character claimed that he didn't send the picture to the news and then said that he did then said that he didn't know if he sent the pictures. Are we supposed to belive this? Maybe the more important question is is do we really want people with such horrible memories governing our people, for the people by the people? I think Weiner should do some memory exercises every day for a month and then the reporters should come back and asks him if he knows if he sent the pictures then. If he still can't remember, impeach him. Get him out!

Also troubling was that a blue bird website was somehow involved and if you couldn't already tell I have the highest respect for birds. They are beasts that are able to fly and they deserve our respect. Nay, COMMAND our respect. The Wright brothers knew this. And you can damn well bet that they never took pictures of there crotches. Except maybe as a gag. I guess what I'm getting at is that we are a society of people that love the strange and bazaar and spectacle of everyday politics and that when you combine photos of crotches, bluebirds, televisions, and Mayors you are bound to drum up some viewership. Call me old fashioned though but I'd much rather see coverage of more meaningful things on the news such as the latest wicker trends than all this saucy trash I can't escape now. If you've never seen a wickerworksman in action you really haven't live.

Karna - The Genesis

This is the staet of a new series. This will not be easy, and in fact will end me up in a rage. Why am I doing this, you may ask, well its cause I got to. Almost no one knows about this:

She met a karate instructor on a Sunday, moved out of our house by Wednesday, they stayed together at a bed & breakfast Friday and Saturday. On the precedeing Thursday said, "geez, he must be some great lay," but neither of them responded to it. I helped carry her things to the truck on Wednesday and I regret helping. When they returned from their getaway on Monday, I was waiting at his apartment to ambush them. They must of anticipated this because the police were there waiting for me. I psoted bond on Tuesday and wrote down a phrase I cannot forget: "KARNA IS NOT TO BE UNDERSTIMATE". I went away on business that Wednesday and had a great time and closed a HUGE merger I'd been workin on for several years and made more money than you can dream of. Still, something in my heart feld wrong.

Karna posted a letter to me and it was waiting at my house when I returned Friday. I waited until Tuesday to open it and tried to read it twice before burning it on that very Wednesday. I phoned her on Thursday and asked for another copy, but she said it didn't exist and that she and Kevin had already began brewing their own beer in the new apartment. This was the greatest affront to me because of my barley malts. She said, oh I gotta go, Kevin's taking me out for a steak dinner. The paramedics woke me hours later.