Archive for September, 2013

It’s All John McCain’s Fault!

September 12, 2013

I blame this, and by “this” I mean the almost total lack of anything being done by Congressional Republicans other than oppose everything President Obama proposes, on John McCain. That’s right, it’s all his fault. And I’ll tell you why.

If he had chosen anyone else, up to and including a trained chimp, as his running mate in 2008, the so-called Tea Party would have never sprung up. But because McCain chose the woefully inept and semi-literate Sarah Palin, her appearance on the national scene led others of her ilk to believe that they too could and should hold public office.

And because there are a bunch of really uninformed people in this country who think Palin (and others such as Michele Bachmann, Ted Cruz and Allen West just to name a few) are actually smart patriots, we’ve had an infestation in Congress, particularly in the House, of some really, really evilly stupid people supposedly doing the nation’s business.

It’s John McCain’s fault and if he has even a shred of decency left in his soul, one day before he departs this earthly plane, he will apologize to God and the American people for committing the biggest political sin since the days of Nixon and Watergate.

Thanks. I just had to get that off my chest today.


40 Labor Days Ago

September 2, 2013


40. The Big 4-0. That birthday came and went more than a few years ago for me but, once again, that number or a variation of it has special meaning in my life. God willing, I’ll be attending my 40th high school reunion – Samuel F.B. Morse Senior High – in San Diego, California in November and before that, I’ll be attending the Lionel Richie concert at the Hollywood Bowl in October which will be 42 years after I first saw him there as a member of the Commodores when they opened for the “mighty, mighty Jackson Five.”

40 Labor Days ago I was a 17-year “slick-sleeve” (no stripes) Air Force airman in love with a pretty girl named Regina Marie Sims and this was “our song.” I haven’t seen her in years, but I hope she’s happy and doing well.

Let’s Get It On
Written by Ed Townsend and Marvin P. Gaye

I’ve been really tryin’, baby
Tryin’ to hold back these feeling for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Then come on, oh come on

Let’s get it on, oh baby
Lets get it on, let’s love baby
Let’s get it on, sugar
Let’s get it on, woah

We’re all sensitive people
With so much to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be
Let’s say, I love you

There’s nothin’ wrong with me
Lovin’ you, baby love, love
And givin’ yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true, oh baby

Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?
I’m askin’ you baby to get it on with me, ooo ooo
I ain’t gonna worry, I ain’t gonna push
I won’t push you baby

So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin’ round the bush, hey

Let’s get it on, let’s get it on
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Come on baby, let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on baby
This minute, oh yeah let’s get it on
Please, let’s get it on

I know you know what I been dreamin’ of, don’t you baby?
My whole body makes that feelin’ of love, I’m happy
I ain’t gonna worry, no I ain’t gonna push
I won’t push you baby, woo

Come on, come on, come on, come on darling
Stop beatin’ round the bush, hey

Oh, gonna get it on, threatin’ you, baby
I wanna get it on
You don’t have to worry that it’s wrong
If the spirit moves you
Let me groove you good
Let your love come down

Oh, get it on, come on baby
Do you know the meaning?
I’ve been sanctified, hey hey
Girl, you give me good feeling
So good somethin’ like sanctified

Oh dear I, baby
Nothing wrong with love
If you want to love me just let yourself go
Oh baby, let’s get it on