Well ladies and gentlemen, it’s a beautiful June day here in south Texas. Junior is off at work measuring the collective heights of tourists with disposable income. Juniorette is scrubbing non-stick aluminum with a barnacle scraper right now. Wifey is watching a documentary on Colonel Sanders, the hero of the famed and heavily storied chicken wars.
The Klingons would have written a song about the man.
In the meantime, I sit here ensconced in at least two quality layers of stink, which is just a layer short of a bona fide stench. I did a work-out earlier and haven’t showered yet. I’m trying I figure out if the funk will impact my ability to fat thumb a dispatch to the web.
In general, I have three items to discuss today. Hear me out and then I’ll be on my way.
First of all, all thoughts and prayers go out to the family and friends of Rodney King. I watched a thing on him a year or two ago as he worked to get sober under the care of Dr. Drew. As to what has gone on in his life since then, I really don’t know. Regardless, demons can be a bitch to overcome and just the ones the public knew of about King were pretty nasty. RIP Rodney King.
Number two on the list comes in the sport of baseball. No, that doesn’t mean I’m calling for a curve ball.
Or am I?
Roger Clemens had recently been on trial for charges that he lied to Congress about steroid use. Fortunately, Clemens kept up the good fight and was acquitted today. On a side note, I have a hard time believing he’ll ever be put in the Hall of Fame. There’s nothing like a stigma to kill a mood.
Finally, it would seem that a pretty straight forward law was changed via Executive Order the other day. As I understand it, an individual can take their child into a bank, rob it, and escape. When they get caught, they’ll be prosecuted accordingly. The kicker is that child gets to keep the money which was taken in the theft. At this point with the brilliance behind the authorship of such orders, we should just dispense with the legislative and judicial branches of government and confer omnipotence on the executive branch.
Oh and another thing, Wifey took a plain black baseball cap into the embroidery shop today. I would tell you why, but I’d like to think you already have a pretty good idea of what’s going onto my next piece of headgear.
Off to the showers now. Boom Shanka y’all.
