It's All About a Girl Tired of Being Lied to Thing

Dear America,

...feel like "Jules" from the movie St. Elmo's Fire...'just so tired of being lied to.'

what's a girl to do?

just where does a girl turn?

and dare I ask, just how do we save the country without losing our sanity, if not our total self in the process?

real relationships are kinda like that -- we must somehow cling to who we truly are, while at the same time, learn to let go of parts of ourselves...you know...in order to create that more perfect union.

Nobody is perfect [nobody].

Nobody will ever be the all and end all; that 'all' is already within us [in theory].

In my experience, looking outside ourselves to fulfill anything  -- whether it be an emotional void or tangible capital interests or anything else one can dream of  -- usually results in catastrophe for everyone involved.  The key to fulfillment is becoming that which we need, want, desire and aspire to be ourselves; while the attraction of someone who so-called 'completes' us, becomes simply the icing on the cake.

No.
Scratch that.
We should really be the icing, too...

...perhaps... the one we ultimately attract should  be considered more like part of our decoration... like a rosebud, or the swirling scallops found gallivanting around the edges, or the  dreamy layers of chocolate mouse or butter cream only known to those within the circle of our inner sanctuary.

'Jules' kept living her life inside out; always looking for the guy, the drug, the piped-in  imitation cream filling to do whatever it was she couldn't live without...also known as the things she should already be doing [being, creating...] for herself.


As a nation, we need to stop looking to the outside...


Certainly, after the ever-loving sweetness of Herman Cain has gone so wrong -- and so completely burst our bubble -- we hurt; that was a tough one (after all, we were so committed, you know); it is no wonder the most common refrain I keep hearing around me is something like, 'I'm done with politics'.  I mean, my goodness, talk about a blow to the heart and soul.

Everything we saw in him was utter perfection:  the anti-Washington layer, the outside the beltway layer, the businessman layer, the simple man from humble beginnings layer, the man of character who adores his wife of something like 43 years layer (can't exactly remember just how many years, but frankly my dear, I don't give a damn). And anyway, I feel like we all got a handful of cake up our nose with this guy, and not in a good way. 

But us silly Americans easily fall for the wrong guy, now don't we.

we are just that trusting, we are just that believing....I mean, look at how hard we all fell for Obama. And when I say 'we all' I really mean, you all...at least enough of the party of YOU to make him king.

Oh I'm just so tired of being lied to.

But first off: it would behoove all of us to work on all of us, and by that I mean beginning with ourselves.

If this is the best the GOP has to offer [the one who is ultimately becomes "the one" facing the best the Dem's have to offer... and by that I question whatever it is they see in Obama], then it should ring a few bells and whistles; we have work to do [on ourselves!].  Collectively and Individually, we have so much work to do.

That's pretty much all I needed to say today.

But if I had to choose........

The only one left I really trust is Michele Bachmann.  And in my mind she's got a couple things going for her -- one, she is not a man.  And two, she is a woman.

A strong woman.
A woman who already knows who she is already.
A woman who doesn't need anybody else for anything more than what she can already be, do and have for herself.
A lawyer.
A Congresswoman.
A mother of 28 kids and counting.
A wife.
A woman.

A woman who seems to live by a firm faith, from a foundation of sound principles and values; a woman who leads with her character shining from every part of herself. [or so I believe, anyway, outside looking outside...]

I think I love her. With Bachmann, I just might be willing to risk another broken heart.

Make it a Good Day, G

got a little 'tongue tied' on the video for the day -- click on "it's all about a girl tired of being lied to thing' and see for yourself.  Great vibe to play loud and dance with yourself.  happy tuesday...

It's an All Grown Up Thing

Dear America,

obama is in puerto rico right this minute.
interesting.
first time a president has visited in fifty years.
political?   nah

Such is the administration of "transparency" --  we only get some in the areas a see through curtain isn't necessary,  warranted, or in the least bit, should be encouraged -- which covers all kinds of indiscretions, large and small, from the countless days leading as Campaigner-in-Chief and feeding the audience what it wants to hear --  to his minions, like the twitter-twit of an Anthony Wiener...which falls into the TMI category right quick.  boys will be boys.

happy tuesday everybody.  moving on to other things...

so --  last night -- the debate in New Hampshire -- sure did a bang up job solidifying the repeal of a presidency gone wild (and with it: obamacare, the unsanctioned war in Libya, the power of the federal reserve, the overzealous actions of the EPA, the growth of government...to the tune of 35% increase of our debt and the 20% unsustainable growth of our federal bureaucracy just to name the top five on the night).

That, along with casting a brand new light of things of little or no importance, bearing insight on the likes and dislikes for fascinating, yet petty points of interest.  For instance, Cain prefers "deep dish" over thin -- and Bachmann (in the only moment of the debate when she sounded indecisive), when she could not make up her mind between Elvis Presley or Johnny Cash.  [G note: going with a 'little less conversation' over 'walking the line' without even skipping a beat.]

Taking the lead from last night's moderator, CNN's John King, if we go the route of "this or that" or pass or fail, allow me to break things down in a jiffy:

Gingrich gave it a go to redeem himself (pass);

Pawlenty gave a fighting spirit to shake his 'vanilla-ness' (pass);

Cain gave it grandpa love with his folksy werther's appeal (pass);

Paul gave it a big throw down on the Fed, the Federal Reserve, and nearly every federal facet run amuck known to man, sometimes without taking a breath (pass);

Santorum gave it the college try against the oppressor flashing his young guns all around (pass);

Romney gave it full throttle politician (pass); and

Bachmann gave it her good girl goes to washington -- with all of her 28 kids -- and brings home the bacon and fries it up in the pan and still finding time to look damn good,  making it all look so easy breezy beautiful cover girl (pass).  [yes, go right ahead, and count all the decades we touched upon there]

They all passed, and some with flying colors.

The common refrain was making Obama a one term president; and even, just Today, the president remarked on just that:  From the Today Show with Ann Curry, he said, "Michelle and the kids are wonderful in that if I said, 'You know, guys, I want to do something different,' they'd be fine. They're not invested in daddy being president or my husband being president. But they do believe in what we're doing,"  Fine by me.  For more, go here.

All in all, any one of these guys (and doll) would be totally worthy of the office of the presidency -- not to say, that we, the people, do not have personal preferences already lining up.  We do.  But isn't it wonderful that the gang of seven last night are shades of what is to come.

And more than that, I am pleased to see that, more often than not, the diversity within the party is something of both mystery and majesty in motion; conservatives, especially, are not all cut from the same cloth -- we do not agree, hands down, on all things.  And what a joy it is to witness; there are all kinds of possibilities even when following along in ideology and standing side by side on stage; albeit somewhat predictable in part, it was a lively debate on ideas even within a single political thread.

Unlike the narrow minded pattern leading from the Left -- who seem to run on riot, rage, agenda and chaos -- the right is not led by the Union label, manufacturing divisiveness to create the fabric of social change, all the while usurping the powers of the people and this republic's Constitution.  The Right welcomes the opportunity for debate on the merits, in hopes of weaving the best solution, on all fronts from head to toe.

We have only just begun the political process of electing the next president of the United States.  But if all goes right, it will be someone brand new.  We don't have all the answers yet; all that has yet to be revealed.

And, as such, the anticipation alone might just get the best of us.  kinda of like waiting for a birthday or something.  America is experiencing a deep-seated need for change, only different; for it is all about the fundamental return to the finer details of what it means to keep our REPUBLIC safe and sound.

The thing is, we might be growing up.

And much like the benefits and challenges of growing a year older, we are wiser and fully aware of the set of new responsibilities that come along with reaching a new age -- and, at the same time, we are filled with excitement for all the brand new things that we can do now that we are, you know,  a year older and wiser.

We know what to do with the brand new bike; for we know what we did with the last one -- the one left out in the rain for days on end, the same one we have habitually thrown to the side of the house without a care of either scratch or knocking off the bell.  We know what we did last summer, and the summer before that, and the one before that. 

All we could ever want now is another chance from the folks to trust us, for this time would be different -- even though, deep down we know,  we hardly deserve it (we just would never be caught dead admitting it).  Strangely, something seems to be happening within us -- that, along with our voices squeaking -- we have reached a pivotal time in our lives all together; and, in a remarkable turn of the seasons, we get it now; we know, that if we got a chance to do it all again,  we would cherish that bike in every way.

Of course, all things considered,  it is hardly worth lamenting all the ways we abused the old red schwinn -- not in this age where the misery index loves company; it is just time to move on and begin anew.  Out with the old and in with the new -- even if it is blue. (like everything else these days, "shovel ready was not as shovel ready as to be expected" per obama, hardy har har, meeting with his jobs council just yesterday, but I digress)


We will take what we get and roll with it.
We will take good care of it and never take it for granted again.
We will revel in the new age, a new morning in America -- and thrive --  riding like the wind.
And, we will, never forget. 

happy birthday to me -- and to you -- a new day is about to begin.  Last night reminded me of how much I can hardly wait --  and, who knows, like birthday wish lists past and present, we might change our mind a number of times before the year is done and then some; which, in my experience, is a phenomenon totally expected dealing with the adolescent mind (and don't argue with me, we are, as I scream from the other room and slamming the door behind me).  Roll the eyes here.

In any event, yippy skippy  -- hip hip hooray for miss usa -- she just might turn out alright.  time will tell.and, shedding some light on mama's little secret,  goes a whole lot better with a little wine.  cheers.

and, just maybe it is time for a girl to take the handle bars.

Make it a Good Day, G

Dear America,

the world going a little nuclear... and that is my rhyme and reason of the day.

Overreaction meets ignorance meets blame meets partisan politics meets the perfect storm for total destruction -- even in areas far, far away from the center, for all intents and purposes, of the end of time as we know it.

Here, in so cal, people are popping iodine like its ecstasy on steroids -- my girl comes home from school yesterday and tells me one of her friends is already on the stuff...I'm like, girl, if anyone offers you one, just say no; unless in immediate danger, that stuff can mess you up. But the scariest news on the day, is drugstores can't keep it on the shelves...here.


Insight from the Wall Street Journal:

"Our larger point is less about nuclear power than how we react as a society to inevitable disasters, both natural and man-made. Because a plane crashes, we don't stop flying. Because an oil rig explodes in the Gulf, we don't (or at least we shouldn't) stop drilling for oil. And because the Challenger space shuttle blew up, we didn't stop shuttle flights—though we do seem to have lost much of our national will for further manned space exploration. We should learn from the Japanese nuclear crisis, not let it feed a political panic over nuclear power in general."

I used to leave my office sometimes  making the off hand remark, 'see ya tomorrow, unless I get hit by a bus...'; but the reality is, it's kinda true.  As human beings, nothing is guaranteed -- even life itself; sometimes, things unforeseen and unimaginable happen, with absolutely no rhyme or reason;  the question is, is it acceptable to stop living life entirely when they do?

Do we shut down -- do we begin to live a life sheltered from all that may or may not come to harm us just because it can?

Or, do we live by faith -- making the connections to the greater life that surrounds us and all that remains, with a sense of grace and peace, trusting in our ability to transcend anything that might come our way -- and of course, assist others to do the same? (if you live in Japan, this is how they do it)


Some might think, based on the last few days of growing evidence, we, as a whole or in part, totally overreact; and then, with a look at the last few years...

How about the reaction to Gabrielle Giffords tragedy?

How about the reaction to the Gulf Oil Spill?

How about the reaction to Wisconsin leadership taking control of the fiscal budget?

How about the reaction to Michele Bachmann making an American history gaffe?

How about the reaction to GM -- AIG -- and failing to stand up to the risks of a free market?

How about the reaction -- 865 Billion Dollar reaction -- to unemployment?

How about the reaction to waste and fraud in health care meeting the uninsured, creating more waste and fraud, leaving even more uninsured (disguised by the Affordable Care Law, or simply, Obamacare?

How about the reaction to the nuclear emergency in Japan?

You know, reading some of the responses on Yahoo! to the Bachmann brouhaha is entertaining...besides a slurry of reviews claiming Bachmann (throwing in Palin, too) to be an idiot -- and various other things of ill repute...we had equally as many chiming in with a not so gentle reminder, that one day along the journey during the last presidential campaign, Obama said this:

“Over the last 15 months, we’ve traveled to every corner of the United States. I’ve now been in 57 states? I think one left to go.”

-Barack Obama in a campaign speech, Portland, Oregon, May 2008.

posted by a guy calling himself, "OncealwaysaMarine."

 having also shared this little tidbit just a moment before...

Obama has as much trouble with numbers (and telling the truth) as he has with maps.

March 2007, on the anniversary of the Bloody Sunday march in Selma, Alabama, and using his "black Southern dialect" while speaking in a black Selma church, Obama claimed his parents united as a direct result of the civil rights movement:

“There was something stirring across the country because of what happened in Selma, Alabama, because some folks are willing to march across a bridge. So they got together and Barack Obama Jr. was born.”

Obama was born in 1961. The Selma march took place in 1965.

(as a side-note: My kind of Marine)

Yet, do we see the left wing media running stories highlighting gaffes and blunders from the left with equal verve alongside the vicious contempt in response...hardly.  No, those stories just get buried, swept under the rug, drowned out by the intrepid and concerted rescue efforts stirring our immediate attention away, calling to us like a siren and leading us into an even greater disaster totally unaware -- hoodwinked by our own ignorance, negligent of placing all the facts in proper order, and giving way to a general sense and inability to think for ourselves (or the absence of just cutting somebody a little slack, as we all make mistakes).

more from Wall Street Journal:

"The paradox of material and technological progress is that we seem to become more risk-averse the safer it makes us. The more comfortable we become, the less eager we are to take the risks that are the only route to future progress. The irony is that one reason Japan has survived this catastrophic event as well as it has is its great material development and wealth.

Modern civilization is in the daily business of measuring and mitigating risk, but its advance requires that we continue to take risk. It would compound Japan's tragedy if the lesson America learns is that we should pursue the illusory and counterproductive goal of eliminating all risk" 

Just because we spill a little milk from time to time, doesn't mean we should simply stop buying it altogether; that is just stupid, ignorant, irresponsible, and in a word,  lame.

How can we justify making long term security and prosperity risks BY CHOICE simply because of the occurrence of baseless, overreaction stemming from unforeseen circumstances, initiated by an unpredictable, incredible, natural disaster (in Japan's case, make that two) -- and thereby use a crisis to take political policy to a whole 'nother level of idiocy -- as if running government (and indirectly our lives and our world) from a perspective of total fear based legislation and regulation only because...it might happen tomorrow!

Yes, there is nothing wrong being prepared (I was a girl scout); but cutting off all possibility in the face of danger -- isn't that running counter-clockwise to the American way of life itself?

Life, itself, calls upon us to "continue to take risk" every day -- and be smart about it.

When my girl goes off to school every morning, I can't protect her every move; I can't predict whether she will be easily swayed by her peers to do something that may, or may not, hurt or harm her; I can't shelter her and keep her in her room safe and sound, keeping life and all the world around her, away.  If I should ever attempt to control the variables of her life like that, she would not be truly living, would she?

I mean, if the president was really concerned about our health, why not just take away cigarettes completely -- like in the same vein of his many feeble attempts of his administration to control what we eat... including advocating whether restaurants can use salt, and by adding huge taxation to soda and snack foods to curb our appetite through the pocketbook?  Acting as if, some people just can't make good choices on their own, so let's just take away the liberty for all.

SO with an oil disaster, we place a moratorium on new oil drilling -- even if THAT causes greater harm.

SO with the tragedy in Tucson, we place the blame on the gun versus the content of the character of the person who pulls the trigger -- even if THAT never truly solves the problem (and it never will).

Expanding and nurturing a nation honoring responsible citizens, those of good character, is what we need; one that teaches our children to protect each other from harm; one that engineers energy solutions that can withstand attacks by nature (and human nature) to the best of our abilities; one that minimizes risk, but maximizes growth, innovation, and fundamental change, making us all the more smarter and wiser and richer and self-sufficient (and not just in gold, but in Spirit too).

To steal a phrase commonly used by our president, 'it's not that complicated.'  More often than not, good people usually do good things all the way around...going full circle...'paying it forward' so to speak...some might even venture to say, reinforcing the possibility of creating a global force for good everywhere and often (and a GO Navy slogan to boot).  good in, makes a whole lot of good out...

And a nation built upon the content of our character we get -- what a concept, works like a charm (while unfortunately, the adverse is also true); this content of our character, our nation's moral code of honor, just so happens to be one of the many universal truths this country was founded on...somewhere in Lexington, or was it Concord, New Hampshire (lol)...of course, I would be remiss if I did not mention, an idea striving to move forward in free abandon, within the hearts and minds of all 57 states (lol)... albeit struggling to take hold, appearing a wee bit diluted and adulterated in the minds of a few.

what's that saying -- and erring on the side of caution here --  let's not throw the baby out with the bath water okay; and yet -- this administration would have us all believing otherwise, isn't it?  isn't it?  Indeed, if according to precedence meeting up with human nature, meeting up with an agenda, meeting up with fundamental transformation, meeting up with our permission (by our silence) tells us anything at all.

 Make it a Good Day, G

play GTV ...just a click on Dear America...let us inspire each other to grow way more good and a whole lot less evil; expand the YES, with a whole lot less no; and BE the change you want the world to be. 

and just in case you missed it, because it is March Madness after all, because the whole world is basically on fire...here's some news on the president's picks on b-ball. 

Dear America,

sweet hallelujah, it's Friday.

before the end of the day, may I recommend a long, hot bubble bath for all of us -- if possible, throw in a few rose petals  -- sip on a glass of chianti -- eat a bar of chocolate -- listen to a little BBKing -- or Sinatra or Sting -- no, make it Toni Braxton or  Tony Bennett...whatever...ya see, I'm so frazzled, I can't even figure out what music I need most.  Point is, just find the melody to move you into another world for just a moment or two, preferably twenty.

the message on this glorious, sunny San Diego day in America is simply, chill; whatever that looks like for you, however the way you must go, just get there, go there, do everything you can in this day to bring yourself to the chill point...today... before the day is through.

We are so incredibly touchy; we are so hopped up on hopping on someone else -- whether it be by character assassination, corporate culture annihilation, social justice justification, or just because they looked at us funny -- we have seemed to have lost our ability to communicate effectively and reasonably and intelligently -- unless you think that looks like beginning with a law suit, slander, incivility or the unthinkable, damaging, visceral and flagrant attack without merit.


POLITICS

Not so amusing to watch, really, is watching someone like Congressman Dennis Kucinich (D - Ohio) sue the company he works for -- seeking damages from a government cafeteria for an olive pit that wreaked havoc in his mouth, to the tune of $150 grand. Hello, this is really suing the American people, all the rest of us.  really?  funny stuff, if it weren't for the prevalence of the common knee-jerk refrain happening all over America today...just sue them falalala lala la....

And gotta love the full page ad -- marking a very public rebuttal -- for all the world to read -- from Taco Bell:

"THANK YOU FOR SUING US." 

it begins.

classic.

Followed up with:

"Here's the truth about our seasoned beef..."

leading us down the path of 

"the claims made against Taco Bell 

and our seasoned beef are absolutely false...

Plain ground beef is boring...

So here are the REAL percentages...

[and] In case your curious, 

here's our not-so-secret recipe."

"we stand behind the quality 

of our seasoned beef 100%

and we are proud to serve it in all our restaurants.  

We take any claims to the contrary 

very seriously 

and plan to take legal action 

against those who have made false claims 

against our seasoned beef."  

Greg Creed

President, Taco Bell

Do you know what was on the other side 
of this full page ad in our local U-T?

A full page ad from Walmart.

Working Together

For San Diego

"At Walmart, we take every opportunity to be a good neighbor

and to invest in long-term solutions to help the communities that we serve.

That is why we are announcing a new effort in the City of San Diego..."

Why do they have to do this, you ask?

Because there has been an uprising against a proposed Walmart Super Store, even in spite of the dismal economic environment here, with unemployment continuing to hang at over 10%; while the unions are a bit tweaked, too, getting their made in china, 'workers of the world unite,' panties all up in a wad...quickly rectifying rules for radicals tactics-- believing if they do this long enough, surely they will just go away.

But Walmart is hardly standing down.  No, it has only fueled their cause -- they are more committed than ever -- and will not falter -- for their intention is on one thing, and one thing only -- to grow their business, building a dozen stores in the San Diego market alone, create approximately "1,400 jobs", paying "competitive wages", encouraging "the use of minority contractors and local suppliers", developing charitable partnerships valued at "$8 million that will work to eradicate hunger, increase workforce development and sustainability."

Two full page ads fighting back with a vengeance for their cause, all the while the American way is being threatened.

ENTERTAINMENT

And by the way, whatever the perceived rift between tea party candidates/constituency and "the right" -- you all better walk back, jack.  Once again, the mainstream media is manufacturing propaganda without a cause; sure, there are plenty of opinions flying left and right about characterizing the Tea Party as simply activists,out to stir up trouble, shake things up, invoking their opinion -- and interfering so,  the audacity really, syndicating a certain Michele Bachmann rebuttal to the president's SOTU address "without permission" no less -- oh my, so  bad. naughty naughty.  

can you feel me now, can you get the sarcasm...if not, then you are missing my drift entirely.

Now Megan McCain is entitled to say whatever she wants; these days, she seems to be a publicity monger in her own little way too -- go for it, it's a free country; however, what was it you said about Bachmann, she's "a poor man's Sarah Palin..." 

wow

without commenting on how many things I find wrong with that kind of statement, let me just say, given it is coming from a girl living off of her daddy's name right now, it is pretty funny.

Well, Megan, hate to break it to you, but conventional thinking is so yesterday's politics; that has only led us down a path of progressive policy, middle of the road compromise, taking a real stand for nothing, while spending the people's money on everything, and only arriving at final destination  with nothing to show for it but unsustainable deficits and a mountain of debt in our way. (Newsflash, God love his patriotism,  but your father ranks high in this regard -- or would that be low -- perception is everything you know)

Not to mention the itty bitty detail that... Bachmann was asked by the Tea Party for a response! 

Her webcast was totally unrelated and separate from the official GOP rebuttal, which we have already discussed here on G before, was a pretty brilliant and well articulated response, by the fine gentleman from Wisconsin, Paul Ryan.  

But before the night was through, it was the manipulation of the story, to create a story, via the mainstream media  headlining the lie; the sole perpetrators for creating this make-believe firestorm lies within the left wing media, along with the help of people like you, Megan; everyone is just trying to sell news -- or make news -- or manufacture news (feel free to substitute lies for news at any time)

OBITUARIES

At first glance, this may seem like a contradiction before the end of the sentence is through, but whatever happened to the more, the merrier, here in the good ole US of A?

When did our differences begin to define us louder than our commonalities?

We don't all listen to the same music;

We don't all believe in the same religion;

We don't all wear the same uniform, the same perfume, the same experiences, or the same political ideology on our sleeve.

Piggy-backing on the ad from Taco Bell, how boring would that be?!

We used to celebrate our differences and practice finding our common ground with respect -- even in the middle of staunch political debate.  

Where oh where did that spirit go?  

My best answer is that it has morphed into a society that tells all, bares all, and loses it all on television, in the paper, on the net with no holds barred. We value letting the fur fly right now, even if that makes us look crazy, or go mad, in the process. Nothing is off limits -- while nothing is sacred, either. hell, if my fifteen minutes of fame doesn't make me a millionaire, maybe I'll find someone or something to sue  OR write a book [addressing the walking into fountain girl featured on YouTube, dennis kucinich the menace, and the Taco Bell/Walmart/CorpUSA antagonize-rs, and the It girl in Megan McCain, all in one fell swoop with the ink).

PERSONALS

As evident by the November elections, to make fun of the Bachmann's or the Palin's of this world would be a mistake; for these are two selfless, patriotic, conservative women who are hardly afraid of stepping into the fray.  Moreover, as the polls seem to show over and over and over again, like old news already, they just so happen to speak directly to the best interests of the majority, in this here United States of America; they speak to the plain old simple folk -- the sixty-six percent of us who do not mindlessly follow the left leaning media. Call us a big ground round of ground beef if you must,  it don't matter, having been fully seasoned with the secret recipe -- we are ready to meet our maker or the frying pan, whichever comes first.  

Bring it; cuz this country's got issues, lots of them -- and clearly, we are no longer afraid of talking about them, spilling them all over our bad self, or showing them off in front of millions and millions of people. it might get ugly; the worst of it may not be over.

the good news is, at least we are still speaking to one another, right? 

sorry we didn't make time for world news -- in a nutshell, it's all going to hell in a handbasket...

what's that song, is anybody really listening? does anybody really know what time it is? does anybody really care?   hmmmmm let's hum a little on that thought.

Time to throw on some tunes, I need to be chillin' like villin' like right now.  

what's this... 

oooh yeah, talk to me...

I believe a bath is calling me by name -- which, after long deliberation, will be with extra bubbles, without rose petals, and a three finger shot of whiskey straight up...and listening to whatever Music Choice is playing on the 70's station.  let the good times roll. Bottoms up, ya'll, and I'm not even southern.

Make it a Good Day, G