By – J.C.
Should I decide to further expand on these thoughts of mine maybe I’ll do so here. Then again maybe not. But here goes in the meantime… (photo by Joel Martinez)
Thought…Am I wrong for complaining about the temperature dropping below the 30-degree mark here in Florida while family and friends suffer far worse conditions elsewhere in the United States? Reason…Of course not, what the hell do you think I moved here for? It certainly wasn’t for the free set of Mickey Mouse ears they hand out at the Florida-Georgia border.
Thought…Not saying I condone the type of vigilante justice portrayed in movies such as Boondock Saints, but two recent armed robberies down here at the start of the year resulted in the attackers getting guns turned on them instead. On second thought…I do condone vigilante justice. Watch your backs car-jacking hoodlums.
Thought…Now about funny white folks (which I myself am, just not one of those funny white folks), what is it about common sense that eludes them? Maybe that was too generalized. I’m thinking primarily of the silly Confederate Flag wavers in the NASCAR circuit who think it makes sense to start the season in Daytona then haul their cars to California for the second race of the season before backtracking to Atlanta after a stop in Vegas. Conclusion…Maybe I just can’t help myself from giving rednecks a hard time every now and then. They better hope those gas prices don’t sneak back up on ‘em though.
Thought…What’s the difference between President Obama’s tax cut/refund/check in the mail idea from the two that that criminal George Bush sent out to us while he was in office? It’s like all the rich white guys decided to take a cigarette break from this Monopoly game called Life and don’t want to come back inside to finish playing. The bottom line is…Cut me my damn check already.
Thought…If I ever do get that check I’ll likely head on down to the local brewery here in town. Long gone are the days of smashing 40-ouncers of malt liquor and gathering enough change together for one of those efficient 30-packs of suds. I enjoy sipping on a good brew at this age. You just might too. Find a local brewery in your area and you might be a bit surprised. That is…Unless you grew up preferring Bud Light with your Marlboro Light at the preppy bar you once frequented. Then chances are you probably still have your head stuck too far up your own ass to even care, but whatever.
Thought…Why have I wasted so much time lately watching old NBA All-Star Game reruns on NBATV? I’ve got to get some sleep. Oh damn!!!…The front of the rim just blocked a breakaway Dominique Wilkins’ dunk back in 1991, laying him out horizontal on the hardwood as he promptly landed on his ass. Maybe it’s moments such as this that keeps me tuned in to the circus we’ve come to know as a glorified streetball game. Gotta love it though.
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