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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

You Can't Spell Trump Without Rump

As the presidential election marathon begins one must marvel at the current front runner, Donald Trump.  The thought of him as the leader of the GOP pack has been rattling around my head.




I think I have figured out an answer.  Trump is doing a very American thing, saying what ever the hell  he wants.  In our ever so politically correct world, Trump has removed all filters.  Assuming he had  some to begin with.

Do not get me wrong.  I  do not,  I repeat, I DO NOT support Trump.

I do support how he is speaking for himself.  Being a  billionaire means nobody owns Trump.  Until his net worth begins to slide he will continue to speak freely.

I think America is yearning for honesty and straight talk.  Even if it is coming from a nut job like Trump.

As of this post, there are 17 GOP candidates for president.  That's a lot of division.  Here's a graph  showing the breakdown.

A former almost front runner was Dr. Ben Carson.  He seems like  he'll speak freely at times too.   He has a good safety net to catch him, a medical career, so he'll be Ok if he fails.

The rest of the pack don't really stray to far away from the GOP teat because they are owned by the pack.  

Those  who run the shows know how to sell their products.  But, after you filter away all the slag you're left with 16 very similar candidates.  

Eventually, their will only be a few left for people to choose from.  History tells us it will be the ones that don't go out too far out on the limb.

Voters want straight talk.  Not canned speeches.  Let's take away something positive from Trump's campaign.  

All presidential candidates, please tell us what YOU think.  What do YOU plan on doing as President of these United States.  People are begging for honesty.  They'll take it from anyone, even, GULP, Donald Trump. 

Sunday, June 07, 2015

Birthday Wishes and Dreams Come True

I don't know what happened to me.  

June 5th, 1975, I was a 9 year old kid playing with Johnny West cowboy "action figures".  I was happy as could be.  I went to bed excited because the next day was my 10th birthday.

June 6th, 2015.  I woke up and somehow 40 years had gone by.  I was in a different bed and a different house.  My Dad, my brother, all my Grandparents and most of my aunts and uncles were no longer living.

I have a wife and an 11 year old son a pet dog.

But, how did this happen?  

The only explanation I can think of is I must have made a wish on my 10th birthday.  I must have wished for a happy life.  A life full of great friends and family.  A life where those who got sick didn't suffer and would go to heaven.  A life that I could look back on when I turn 50 and say,

"Thank you God for making my life feel like a dream come true."

To all that read this thank you for making my life.