Sunday, May 24, 2015

The rain eased up around seven-thirty or eight o’clock this morning. The creek was running well over bank full, the barr ditches were hustling to handle the influx and the culvert under the road was nine tenths full.

I’m glad I cleaned the creek bottom last fall. Floods were a distinct possibility.

Currently they are preparing the Indy and introducing the drivers. But, as a political junky of a mild sort I had to immerse myself in FOX News this morning and listen to the pundits spout fore knowledge of whatever political.

One wonders, mildly, when the pundits talk of wishy-washy politicos changing their minds on a position and dunning them on “I was for it before I was against it.”, and then start talking about “Swing States”.

So just what is a swing state.

First and foremost it is either a Red State or a Blue State. And who assigns the color to a particular state?

Anyhow, when a Red State or a Blue State votes against its assigned color it becomes Purple.

Indicating a change of mind on a candidate or subject.

Which, if one listens to the pundits, makes that State wishy-washy. Or so one must think.

I keep waiting to be told that from now on I cannot remain registered as a Republican, and can not call myself conservative, but must register with all the TV stations and politicians as a Purple Person and must suffer all the pundits advertisements and spams trying to convince me to vote Red or Blue.

That’s a cheap color for the third party, the Tea Party, to glom onto and use.

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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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