CRITICAL

I have been away from my blog for a time. I missed commenting. Then I sat back and started to read the garbage I have been sending out. No wonder no one answers or blogs back (if commenting back is what you do.)
I had to attend a county meeting this afternoon and as quick and pointless as it was I was glad I went. It is the county process at work. Then I began to examine that process.
Why do we need this committee? My group oversees the operation of the county nursing home and 100 patients called clients. I don't know how the hell you get called a client, they aren't buying or selling anything. They are just trying to stay alive.
It is never fun for me to see some old-timer sitting in a large chair with a sheet tied around his/her chest so they don't fall out on the floor. Tragic to reach that stage in life. Amazing isn't it? We pretty much go out of life, unless there is an early exit, they way we come in. No hair or teeth and we can't walk. That really sucks huh?
Many of us spend time in our lives doing for others. We volunteer, run for politics and unsundry other things. We are right too. Just listen to some of the political  conversations we have. Hell we have the worlds problems all solved without ever leaving the neighborhood. Why in the hell don't the big decision makers listen to us? Why are we not invited to the state capitals, the white house, before congress, Wherever? Crap, I'm right most of the time. All you have to do is ask me. Besides I get to make my decisions right after I found out what the answers really are and what goes best or sounds and looks best. Isn't that what a politician does best?
I have a best friend. No kidding. Guys like him don't come along a often in your life. You need to get old to find that out.
Anyway my friend is very intelligent, witty and wise. But not as wise as I. He makes a lot of noise in his field, has written a boat load of books and is very well known in the literary circles as well as on many of the worlds stages. But you see he has remained my friend because he isn't upset with me because I don't agree with a number of his positions on things. He allows me that but he doesn't keep coming at me nor me at him. I haven't changed his mind and he hasn't changed mine but I have learned one thing. I can be like a bull in a china closet but now I have learned not to open my mouth for fear something will break. It seems to work.
My wife has some hams and eggs frying up for me so I have to cut this short. But just so you know. No more candy-ass comments in my blogs. If my pal thinks I'm a redneck then I must be and I will write what I feel and not what you, or anyone might be comfortable reading. In the remaining time we have we will have fun, not take ourselves too seriously and enjoy. Stay tuned to this blog and I'll take you along for the ride.