I'm not happy.
No, that's not it; it's more like annoyed, actually.
It's taken me all darn day just to relax -- having tried multiple times to write. Luckily, somebody rang my bell just in the nick of time -- and suddenly, little ole G was face to face with a more productive option, allowing me to fill the idle frustration over heavy negotiations with a seven year old, who -- over the course of her morning -- came down with a sore throat and tummy troubles.
And only fitting, as she thought her unexpected, yet gladly accepted ...in a 'never let a crisis go to waste', sort of way... set of circumstances would be enough get her out of doing her regularly scheduled duties -- like homework. Not.
Of course, my annoyances could stem from NONE of my picks made it into the playoffs after this weekend. Did you catch that? None. Not Green Bay; not Seahawks; not Texans (just cuz I can't stand the Patriots) and last, but not least, as they are actually my most -- Broncos...and all because they have my Peyton. Incredible loss beginning with the last thirty two seconds in regulation. So coming off all that and moving straight into this:
"What I will not do is to have that negotiation with a gun at the head of the American people; the threat that unless we get our way, unless you gut Medicare or Medicaid or, you know, otherwise slash things that the American people don’t believe should be slashed, that we’re going to threaten to wreck the entire economy. That is not how historically this has been done. That’s not how we’re going to do it this time." President Obama, Monday. Striking hard and often.
And then suddenly everything clicked.
Wrestling with a narcissist, a socialist, a seven year old on the debt ceiling -- pick one or all of the above.
It's about that press conference.
And about that gaffe, about half way through -- "what I will not do is have that negotiation with a gun at the head of the American people." Um...Have you ever heard the expression, "too soon," Mr. President? Unbelievable.
But let's not dwell, shall we...everybody else seems to let you get away with things like that.
What's more important -- who's really talking in terms of "unless we get our way?" Who has already gutted Medicare [by 500 billion!] -- through the terms of Obamacare -- you know, and "otherwise slash things that the American people don't believe should be slashed"? YOU! deux!
His Excellency and Arrogance was overfloweth.
It was a press conference solely for the press -- popularity and propaganda and politics.
I just don't get it anymore (ah who's kidding who...I never really did); I just don't understand how people have the patience to put up with this nonsense, let alone extend such power to one man. And making things all the more intolerable, he's just so full of himself these days -- oh my goodness -- what are the chances he just might pop?
But if you were one of the lucky ones to have missed the press conference, I really hate to be the one to break it to you, because, you must still read the transcript. It's really non-negotiable; not going to take no for an answer.
The thing is -- there is simply way to much for me to pick out and nit pick; perhaps over the next few days I will try, for there are some real beauts.
But for kicks and giggles and migraines and more, go here...it takes you to the N.Y. Times for a nice, clean straightforward copy of all of it. Scratch that, it's simply documentation of a dirty rotten scoundrel pontificating in dirty rotten scoundrel speak. Keep a pack of Tums by your side, just a suggestion.
And that's my update and I'm stickin' to it. It's been a long day and this needs to go to print. It's a deadline thing. hardy har har...me thinks G is a wee bit too easily entertained.
Good Night and sleep tight.
Make Tomorrow a Good Day, G