I took a drive at sunset and listened to George Jones.  Driving without any serious purpose is something I rarely do but after running on adrenalin all day Saturday I needed to relax.  Ballads by George Jones relax me.  I popped in the CD and watched the pink sky slip into history.  It strikes me many would view me as out of touch.  I waste gasoline, I listen to old George Jones songs and I listen to CDs.  My generation was the last listening to records and now I hang on to a technology made obsolete in less than two decades.  The day will soon come when you can think about what you want to hear and the implants in your skull will respond.  It’s a bit like being nuts but you’ll still be required to pay for the download. 

My analog TV is on in the background.  The Packers still wear green and gold, Brian Urlacher hits like Butkus and tomorrow Buffalo will lose in New England.  The seams which stitch together a life remain the same.  I just get older.  My neighbor, Denise, died this past week.  Sweet lady with a quick wit.  Paramedics paid her a visit one morning and then all was quiet.  For two days no one heard from her and then it was realized she was gone.  I spent some time talking with her son today and realized it was four years ago this weekend my mother passed away in her sleep.  Mom came into a world mauled by depression and not yet by global war.  Bob Hope was on the radio and most people had never heard of television.  She grew up happy in Black Creek, New York, population one hundred fifty.  Life is finite and it isn’t the toys which make us whole. 

As I quickly approach my own half century mark I grow older and grayer but also better at spotting political “spin”.  Today I happened upon a column by the New York Times writer, Maureen Dowd, no stranger to old age and lost hopes.  Dowd is apparently auditioning for a job currently held by Linda Douglas, formerly of ABC News, now a White House propagandist.  It’s no secret the Obama agenda is floundering, therefore according to Dowd, it’s because opponents are racists.  She cites South Carolina Representative Joe Wilson.  Last week Wilson pinged the national sonar during an Obama sales pitch.  Wilson was vilified by the left because its members claim he doesn’t respect the office of President.  On the other hand, if you’re like Dowd there isn’t any need to respect the office of any member of the House of Representatives.  Dowd reasons Wilson is from South Carolina.  Fort Sumter was in South Carolina.  Secessionists fired upon Fort Sumter.  Secessionists were from the south.  There were slaves in the south.  Slaves were the color of Obama.  Wilson is therefore a racist.

Meanwhile, David Broder writes in The Washington Post our President may not be completely upfront about the cost of a new national health care system.  Broder isn’t a racist because he works at a large liberal paper.  He also called the President a liar and didn’t actually use the word liar.  Is that like saying bondage is different because it isn’t spelled slavery? 

Wilson, meanwhile, may be “Censured” by Nancy Pelosi.  A friend told me today it will still allow Wilson to keep his job and pay.  A spanking would be worse.  From what I understand about Pelosi as a young woman in Baltimore, she liked a good paddling. 

Driving down the back road tonight listening to George Jones I was reminded of being young and simpler times.  Then the sun set and it was dark.  In the blackness of night I drove home.  Oops, I said blackness, time to discredit any logical political argument I might make. 

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