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It's "gripe till you wipe" time
(April 2, 2009) -- The headlines in the newspapers are depressing (more bailout money being wasted, plant closings, job reductions, bad economic outlook, etal.); the Charlotte television stations give us the local bad news (usually murder and mayhem); and the network and cable news continue a fear-mongering campaign that sends chills up and down my spine like a rollerecoaster gone berserk.
What to do. What to do.
Well, it is April. Tax time worries most likely top most lists. I pay my taxes faithfully and I realize that my miniscule tax payment (small in the overall picture but gigantic to me) is only .000000000001% of the national revenues our government hauls in, but it still galls me that my itsy bitsy percentage is going to those callous buttholes receiving millions of dollars in bonuses and/or bailout monies to lead their extravagent lifestyles. The old saying that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer seems ever so true in this day and time.
So, did you guess that this is a "gripe till you wipe" elbertreble blog?
Well, it is April. So here are my gripes:
Damn the CBS programming genius who came up with Sweet Sixteen games in the NCAA tournament that began at 9:57 p.m. (or 10:10 as a couple of seven o'clock games ran longer than anticipated). When a game ends after midnight, you might as well stay up and watch the late, late shows.
Damn the CBS Sports geniuses who ousted the venerable Billy Packer and replaced him with Clark Kellogg as the chief analyst during the NCAA's March Madness. Packer, though controversial at times, knew his basketball. Kellogg does not, and tries to make up for his shortcomings by dreaming up unintelligable phraseology that no one understands -- not even his play-by-play partner, Jim Nantz. Billy, we miss you man!
Where's my damn stimulus package dollars? I could use a million or so right now.
What can we do with people who place empty containers back in the refrigerator? Or an ice tray with two cubes back in the freezer? Maybe they'd like to spend some time on ice, eh? Oh, wait ... that's me. Never mind!
Why, oh why does Hollywood producers and directors continue to embellish their movies with the "F" word? The wife and I were watching "Rachael Getting Married" recently. We wanted to see the darling Anne Hathaway in a more serious role. Well, in the opening scene some rehab resident had to shout "gimme my effing lighter back" and "eff you" to Kym (Anne's character, who was in rehab, too). That ought to look good on the actor's resume when casting agents look at the film clip to consider him for another role. I have no idea what the actor's name is. He was lost in the scrolling "Cast of Characters" at the end of the flick. And, shame on our darling Anne, who uttered a few "F" words herself. Somehow, that turned me off and I can say that the dysfunctional movie was not so great (as previously thought).
It's time for our Wadesboro Town Council to request that the N.C. Department of Transportation add some left turn signal lights on our city streets -- especially going north and heading south on Greene Street at U.S. 74-52; and going north and heading south on Washington Street at U.S. 74.52. And, why does that damn Domino's Pizza semi have to park in the right-hand lane to make deliveries? There is a side parking lot with an outlet to Washington Street in case someone doesn't understand the situation.
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