Mariachi's or Drums?


Okay, so I found a new place – got all moved in and even found a free desk and bed. Good start right? The room is nice – painted a very restive green and I have some nice french doors that open out onto the backyard. Room mates are a’plenty but pretty nice, especially the landlady for whom I am quickly growing a soft-spot.

However…one of my roomies is a drummer. Nope, that little detail was not disclosed to me before I moved in. Ooops. Okay, so we had a heart to heart and he said he’d let me know ahead of time and that he only plays once a week. Well, small fib there since he’s played four times in the 9 days I’ve lived here. And ah, no dude, that garage is not sound proof.

On the other hand, the new neighbors (apparently they just moved in ahead of me) like parties. Lots of parties. Every night parties. Afternoon pool and rap music parties. Basketball, shooting hoops parties. I’m not sure if any of them sleep or if they sleep in shifts or????

Last night was mother’s day – and apparently that too was reason for a party. A BIG party. A LOUD party. Even my landlady called the police three times. None of us slept. The last time I noticed the clock it was past 3:30 this morning. Yawn. Wobbly legs and the mind is really in no shape to be operating without a license either – but you can’t really not do what you have to just because you are sleep deprived right?

This afternoon, early, they started again. It seems they needed a clean up, pool party – I lost it. I stood in the open french doors and screamed my head off. Me, miss mellow-yellow. “Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Ah, yeah?”
“Turn it down! You guys kept us all up til three in the morning….”
“Ah, it was Mother’s Day”
“Are you laughing at me????%^&$%^&&**!!!!”

And so it went. Well, maybe I scared them just a little. I mean who knows what the crazy neighbor lady might do if they chance turning the volume up,eh? On the other hand, I may get a visit from some burly mafia types this evening.

Bottom line….I guess my life is going to be pretty noisy for a while. Dang. Anyone know of any good anger management classes? Seriously…

I Want to Pay More Taxes? Seriously?


Looks like our illustrious former Secretary of State is up to it again. In a speech made the other day he said:

“The Republican Party is in deep trouble,” Powell told corporate security executives at a conference in Washington sponsored by Fortify Software Inc. The party must realize that the country has changed, he said. “Americans do want to pay taxes for services,” he said. “Americans are looking for more government in their life, not less.”

So, not only do I want to pay taxes but I also want more government in my life? Like the fact that the government is but a hair from owning the auto industry, the banking industry, the mortgage industry and the healthcare industry isn’t enough for me – I want more? Are you kidding?

Mr Powell, I do in fact, have great admiration for your service to this country. You have given many years of your life in honorable service and I truly respect that. But somewhere down the line you fell off the proverbial turnip truck and that thunk on your head caused a serious personality disorder. You call yourself a Republican, which is supposed to mean you are a conservative of one sort or another. But I have to tell you my friend, you make John McCain look like a far right maniac in comparison. You endorsed Obamalama for president, dude. Obama, the guy who wants to completely socialize this country, wipe out capitalism and make us part of the European coalition. Are you getting this?

I have to say that I’m disappointed. That you would not only throw your party under the bus but the rest of the country as well, while you’re at it. I dare you to go up to any 20 people on the street at random and ask them if they want to pay more taxes. Ask them if they want more government in their lives. I dare you. You won’t get much agreement, believe me. Unless of course you do the survey at a liberal D.C. cocktail party, what the average American is going to tell you is that we are sick to death of government and politicians. That we are sick to death of bailing out the big dudes (read: large campaign contributors) instead of throwing their asses in jail. Sick to death of the special treatment for some and the shoddy treatment of most.

For cripes sake I can’t even go to my local DMV without it ruining my day. You think I want more of that crap on a larger scale and that I want to pay for it? Dude, what are you smoking?

Face it, Mr. Powell, you are no Republican and no conservative. You are an egotist who can’t stand being ignored – a man who has no clear view on anything, as changeable as the sea and willing to jump ship whenever the other ship looks better. What you stand for, I couldn’t say – clearly, you have mastered the ability to talk out of both sides of your mouth as you keep a straight face and there is no way to decypher what you are truly thinking and/or believing.

You want to know what Americans want? They want to be left the hell alone. They want their right to the pursuit of happiness without having to answer to some government bureaucrat and pay for some damn permit to barbecue on Saturday night. They want to go to the mall without being spied on. They want to go through the airport without having to take off their shoes or explain the amount of shampoo they are bringing with them, they want to be able to say hello and good bye at the gate. They want terrorists to be treated as such, not given amnesty and food stamps. They want companies who screw up to pay the piper, fix their mess or go the hell out of business. They want their doctors to decide on their course of treatment not Betsy in the government wellness department. They want to be able to create businesses and wealth without having to give 75% of it to you jokers. They want public servants to be public servants, not kings, queens and princes.

Personally, and I say this with all due respect, I really want you to shut the hell up.