I am a Curmudgeon

Lately I have been trying to convince myself that I was not "political". This past year however, has provided me with so much humor and jaw dropping entertainment that I have to admit that I am, in some ways, political. But not totally.
I am totally a curmudgeon. I am required by the laws of curmudgeondom To cast my weary eyes on the happenings around me and to comment. If I fail to do so I will loose my status as a curmudgeon and my place around around the cyber pot bellied stove. So I will continue.

The American people are about to find out what the Indians found out a couple of centuries ago. Politicians speak with forked tongue.
During the campaign Obama spoke quite eloquently about his support for Israel. Now that he is MR. PRESIDENT, he has spoken about opening up the borders so that a free flow of goods (bullets and rockets) could enter Gaza. He stated that the Israeli's should pull back and stop hostilities. Just goes to show you the difference between campaign rhetoric and what they really feel.
This is nothing new. The political hacks have been doing it for years. If you don't believe me, ask any old air traffic controller what he feels about the "great" Ronald Regan.

Ask any Democrat a tough question and they will respond with "this country is facing the greatest financial crisis since the great depression"

Ask Obama what he plans to do with the prisoners at Gitmo..."this country is facing the greatest financial crisis since the great depression"

Ask why he is naming a tax dodger to head the IRS..."this country is facing the greatest financial crisis since the great depression"

You get my point.

The Republicans all stand around smoking their big stogies and mutter to themselves....this country must be facing the greatest financial crisis since the great depression"

Everyone should go to netflix and order "the Candidate" with Robert Redford. A very good political movie. We are witnessing a remake...Staring Barack Husein Obama as the Candidate.
I'm sure he will settle down and start doing some good things. But right now he is as lost as he can be.

And just in case he is a reader...A bit of advise. Watch out for that Pulosi woman and ban "dirty Harry" Reid from ever setting foot in the White House.

Point to Ponder:

Big 3 Auto execs show up asking for money in their personal Jets and Congress goes Ape...
Rich Democrats fly a total of 600 private jets into DC for the anointment er..Inauguration and there is nary a peep. (I'll bet that was some carbon footprint)

It's Snowing again

As I sit and look out at the snow falling on my front yard I am trying to remember what warm weather was I thinking about when I chose to "retire" in Grand Junction. I say to myself "I'm getting too old for this #@&@."
It wasn't always that way. When I was growing up in southern Utah I loved the snow. Wanted it to snow forever. It would build up and build up until it was about chest high to me. Snow ball fights. Snow forts. And the HILL.
The HILL was on the main road leading up to Panguitch Lake. It would be closed in the winter due to deep snow. Which made it perfect for sledding.
It wasn't all that steep but it was about a mile and a half from top to bottom. You would not believe how many wipe outs you could have in a mile and a half.
Early on in the season when the snow was fresh and deep we would all gather with our Radio Flyer's and such and start the hike to the top of the hill. These days if I had to walk on level dry ground for a mile and a half I would be in intensive care. But the walk to the top of the hill was like a walk in the park to young legs.
Once at the top the flip of the coin to see who would go first. And away we went. Some sitting up like sissy's others laying flat in order to gain the most speed.
About half way down the road turned to the left and dropped into town. There was no danger of ending up in town but the road was usually plowed to that point and created a very sudden stop.
Usually we could only manage a couple of runs because the hike back up the hill was daunting. Sometimes my uncle or someone Else's uncle or brother would show up with a tractor and a long rope and provide a moving sled lift to the top and we could get 4 or 5 runs in. It was great.
Then we would all retire to the Bryce Canyon Cafe for hot chocolate.
Weekends in the winter were just fine.
Weekdays were the pits. We didn't have snow days back then. We were like the Post Office. We always made it to school. The bus drivers knew how to drive in the heavy snow. They were awesome. We hated them.
I remember staying outside in the winter until my ears hurt and my nose froze up. I would stand in front of the coal stove in our kitchen for an hour just to be able to get my frozen gloves off. These days if I walk from my warm car to my semi warm garage and dash into the house, I will stand in front of the heating register for an hour before my brain thaws to the point of coherent conversation.

It's snowing again. Global Warming...where are you when I need you? Damn, I'm getting too old for this #@&@.