Tuesday, April 21, 2015

I’ve never been certain I like Forrest Knox.

Actually, I don’t KNOW Forrest Knox. He’s a politician. A State Senator. My vote helped, I suppose, in a small way, put him in place. Not knowing Forrest Knox is immaterial to not liking him. Not really. He’s a politician, dislike immediately follows that knowledge.

Now, not liking a person personally you don’t know is difficult, but I work at it.

To add some insult the man has the temerity to write a column the local paper carries. The column outlines the thinking (or rationalization) for the way Forrest Knox votes in the Senate. That an elected person has time to attempt convincing an electorate he has reason to vote as they do is self indulgent, to my mind. If he has that kind of time, he ain’t doing his job otherwise.

Still . . .

He wrote, recently, an article I overlooked due to my inattention. I’m going to take some of his words out of the article – his justification for the way he voted. The paragraph I’m taking did not have many errors (read none), so any mistakes in the partial quote will be mine.

. . .

No longer can welfare recipients use their Vision Cards to purchase their underwear at Victoria’s Secret, or to use their cash assistance for body piercing, tattooing,, spas, massages, manicures, purchases at jewelry stores, video arcades, strip clubs, and even Bail Bond services are prohibited – no more psychics or fortune telling. Caribbean cruises, casinos or horse tracks, not even the movies or swimming pools. You can’t even use Welfare money to go to Worlds of Fun anymore, or to buy alcohol, tobacco products, lottery tickets or tickets to sporting events or concerts. And we’ve limited the amount of daily cash they can obtain from ATM’s.

. . .

He goes on to tell us how he voted, how the entire legislative body voted and, of course, how to contact him in various ways.

I suppose if he keeps working along these lines I can vote for him every once in a while, which is all that matters to him. Well, maybe.

But I don’t have to like him.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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