Thursday, December 10, 2015

I’m pissed.

I’m pissed the Republican candidates and Senators, and Congressmen, and the RNC can stand up and say Trump will not be a candidate for President. They are telling us that they are selecting the Presidential Candidate FOR us, whether it is the one we want or not.

I’m pissed that all the “in the know” republicans and democrats in office are telling us that we are afraid.

I’m pissed that the Congress is telling us what we want.

I’m pissed that Senators and Congress persons will stand in front of a reporter and tell that reporter that very little Congress does (its work) is Constitutional.

I’m pissed that that reporter made very little of the remark and accepted it.

I’m pissed that the Congress man would not protest the un-Constitutional actions in the strongest terms, because he was a minority and wanted to retain his position as a Democrat Senator.

I’m pissed that Congress persons stand up and publicly state the “public” thinks . . . , and we let them get away with it with passivity.

I’m pissed that the superior attitude is accepted by our school students.

I’m pissed that one segment of the political spectrum can say the same thing in different words that Trump did and they all gang up on him.

I’m pissed that the blacks see only one color. I can try to understand that point of view, I suppose,, but I’m pissed at the idea their view can be expressed on a lying premise springing from a single incident that was a warranted action.

I’m pissed that I had to live through the Flower Power Revolution with the sorry ass children dodging the draft and now wanting the Veterans Administration care for their ills.

I’m pissed that Johnson and his cohorts raided the Social Security system to pay for a war that shouldn’t have been.

I’m pissed that ball-less administrators allow University’s to suffer impositions without penalties of losing scholarships.

Thank you for reading. I feel better.

But, I’m still pissed. Just more calm about it.


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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