Some Thoughts From My Porch

I have now completed my yearly duties with the IRS and have just returned home from a short vacation with my family at Galveston. My plan was to jump head-first into my blogging and offer my opinion on any number of things. But when all you see in the news and read in the papers are subjects that make you want to gouge out your eyeballs and puncture your own eardrums, it becomes a laborious effort instead of an enjoyable interlude between the chapters of my novel.

The revelation that Planned Parenthood apparently sold fetal tissue for profit held the media captive for a day or two. Maybe if we correctly identified the phrase “fetal tissue” as the body parts of murdered babies, the ghoulish nature of that organization might be more understandable than the whimsical moniker of “planned parenthood.” It would be a damning unmasking of a sick society that the killing of a lion could supplant the murder of innocent children in the national monologue, except that this was to be expected. Nancy Pelosi, that stalwart of faux righteous liberal indignation, was already moving to investigate the makers of the video that caught the Planned Parenthood purveyor of body parts as she planned her purchase of a car.

I notice that Donald Trump is rising in the polls and I am not surprised. Even the guy who straps a rocket to his butt and hurtles himself on a motorcycle across the Grand Canyon draws large crowds. Some onlookers hope he reaches the opposite rim while others morbidly wonder how big a splash he will make when the rocket engine quits mid-leap. I have mixed emotions on Trump. I think he is an egomaniacal buffoon with unruly hair, much like Obama, sans hair. I do enjoy his tirades against the Republican establishment (Jeb Bush, Inc.) and of course against Hillary. But then I believe that we should make life miserable for all of our politicians, regardless of party affiliation. At this point I should note that I would vote for a dead ferret before I would pull the handle for Hillary. A dead ferret can always be trusted to do what it is supposed to do. I secretly hope Joe Biden jumps into the fray. That man’s teeth enter the room before he does, and besides, watching Biden work a room in front of cameras and microphones is better comedy than Jimmy Kimmel. And for those who fancy that genre, when Biden is within handshake distance of women, you never know when a shoulder-groping back-rubbing moment will come up.  He’s kind of a “Bill Clinton-lite,” but with a killer tan and teeth.