Sometimes

I have a lot to write about, but it's a jumble of thoughts, without complete clarity, and the correct words just don't seem to find their way to the top.

I guess that's best. It's been a week of drastic changes and the changes are dependent on things I have no control over.

I feel there's something profound to be related, but the feelings are just coalescing. This is a little frustrating. Maybe time will lead to something more than a post that makes little sense.

A Little Fun With a Telemarketer

I was at my mother's, when the phone rang. I answered and the woman on the other end asked to speak to my father, who died in 1989. Answering indignantly, I said: "He's dead."

There was a pause, but the telemarketer was not willing to give up. She asked if, by chance, he had a wife she could speak with. I answered: "She's in the hospital."

I waited. Will there be another request to speak to any adult in the house? Nope. She offered a quick apology and hung up.

I was a little disappointed. I was in the mood to really mess with a telemarketer, but they were unwilling to walk into my trap.

Oh well.

Hollywood History

A historian, after uncovering some documents, is reporting that Hollywood was involved with helping Nazi Germany.  Imagine that; Hollywood involved with dangerous political groups. I'm shocked.

Meanwhile, The Blame For Snowden's Leaks is Mysteriously Absent

I'm not seeing much chatter about how Snowden's access to sensitive information is the responsibility of the current administration. Isn't that strange? Maybe not. If the NSA, and this administration are as corrupt as I think, they have enough on just about every member of Congress to keep them quiet.

I don't know about you, but I'm finding the stench from Washington D.C. is as bad as that of a three day old road kill hog.

Paula Deen and Apple Pie

A few years ago, I was shopping at Sam's Club, when I spied a deep dish apple pie. I didn't really pay much attention to the brand, because I was obsessing over how good the pie looked. I'd already tasted the first bite in my mind, so it was only rational to buy the pie, follow the instructions and enjoy.

It was a Paula Deen brand pie. I saw that right after I reached home, since I was in the process of tearing off the wrapper and preparing the pie for consumption. I didn't pay the brand any mind, since it really didn't matter.....if it was good.

That was a damn good pie. It was up there with my grandmother's homemade pie. It was one of those pies you dig into at breakfast with a few slices of bacon for protein. I was impressed and quite happy.

In the few times I've returned to Sam's club, I can't find the pie, so it's probably one of those items that disappears forever. This is the second time this happened. The first time was a enchilada casserole that was addicting. I still have withdrawal symptoms.

So now we find that Paula Deen once said a racially sensitive word. That's terrible. If I happen to find one, will I quit eating her brand of apple pie? Nope, unless I find out she's been cruel to children, or caught robbing a priest, or I get completely irritated at her over embellished accent. To me, there's something less than genuine about her accent. I might be wrong, but I'm following my gut feeling on this one.



Out of curiosity, I went to Walmart's site and typed "Paula Deen" in the search bar. There's tons of products; they've even rolled back the prices on some. 

Since Walmart has officially stopped doing business with Paula Deen, aren't they supposed to pile all that stuff into the middle of the parking lot and burn it?