I don't like liars...

...and I definitely don’t want one as my president. Let me clarify a few things before giving the link to this article. Yes, I am ready for a woman president. Yes, I am ready for an African-American president. However, I don’t think either Obama or Hillary are anywhere near ready for office. Both of them talk about CHANGE...well, great. But changing up the gender or race of the president doesn’t equate making good changes in the government. I’m watching so many people jump on the bandwagon for these two candidates and it scares me. What have either of these candidates done while in the Senate? Name ONE big piece of legislation (CHANGE!) that either one of these pushed through. Hard to do, isn’t it?

John McCain doesn’t really do it for me either. I don’t even know if he’s the "lesser evil." Am I allowed to write in myself for president?

But yeah. Check this out - in summary, Hillary worked on the Watergate investigation and when it was over, was fired from staff with the distinction of being only one of three refusals for a letter of recommendation from the head of the committee. He said he wouldn’t give her a letter because she was a liar who hid files detailing a case precedent and THEN lied under oath about where the files were and about the authenticity of a legal brief she authored.

http://www.northstarwriters.com/dc163.htm

No wonder she stuck by her man ("I didn’t have sexual relations with that woman" - does that ring a bell?). Liars of a feather stick together.

10 vs. 10,000

In light of his newborn twins receiving a potentially fatal overdose of Heparin (a blood thinner), Dennis Quaid and his wife have decided to sue the manufacturers of the medicine. Apparently, the labels are too similar to tell the doses apart.



Call me crazy, but even with the 10cc bottle slightly blurred, I'd be able to tell the difference between the two bottles. Unless the manufacturer put the wrong dose in the bottle (put a 10,000cc dose in a 10cc bottle), this mistake could've been easily prevented.

Is anyone else wondering why Dennis Quaid isn't suing the hell out of the hospital for hiring nurses that are too stupid to read?

I know there's a nursing shortage and that nurses are overworked as it is. However, when it comes to life-saving medicine, you don't blindly hook up the IV. You check the lable and double check it if it's wrong. But of course, it's never really anyone's fault, is it?

We's Fixin to Pray, Ya'll!

For those of you who haven't heard, Georgia's not doing so well on the water front. We've been in a drought for months now, and I'm dreading the day when the water commission says, "we're going to ration water usage. We'll turn it on for x amount of hours in the morning and x amount of hours in the evening."

I shouldn't be worrying about water rations, though - 'cause sweet Baby Jesus, we're gonna PRAY FOR RAIN, ya'll! And the Heavens above are gonna shower us all with plentiful rain!

Can you believe this? http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/stories/2007/11/07/droughtpray_1108.html
Yes, it's true. Govenor Sonny Perdue has called a PRAYER SERVICE to pray for rain.

Whatever happened to the separation of church and state? I was raised Catholic, and I don't have a problem with anyone who wants to pray, but seriously - did prayer stop and cure the destruction of Hurricane Katrina or the Tsunami? Did it stop all the earthquakes on the west coast and tornadoes and floods in the midwest? Let's not forget that mixing religion with politics never, ever works out favorably.

Let's think about this. What about shutting down carwashes that don't recycle water and giving the owners monetary compensation? What about monitoring water usage and warning/fining those who use more than an allotted amount? What about, as I mentioned before, rationing water use? Hell, even Cobb County's idea of not serving restaurant customers water unless requested is a more logical step than holding a prayer service.

If I didn't know I was living in the Bible Belt before today, this definitely put the nail in the coffin. Let me buy my alcohol on Sundays, and I'll be happy to give you my tax dollars, but not to think up idiot solutions like holding a prayer service.

An Open Letter

Dear Guy Behind Me at the Stoplight in the (Ugly) Mercedes,

Hi! Hope you're having a great morning - it's nice to wake up on Friday and realize that it's officially the weekend. I'm always in such a good mood on Friday mornings, and today was no exception. I had in a Journey CD and was cranking "Separate Ways," and was getting to work in record time.

I'm sorry that you felt frustrated behind me in the left hand turn lane on Windy Hill. I know the light was green, but when there's oncoming traffic who also has a green light, and there's a steady stream of cars, I'm not able to make that turn without getting t-boned. You're really good at honking your horn! It was SO good, it was almost musical! I wanted to join in on your horn-honking chorus, but I was too busy waiting for a break in the stream of cars so I could turn left. I didn't mean to hold you up, friend! I just didn't want to cause an accident and keep even more people from getting to work on time.

I'm guessing you must have been in a hurry, because even though I had to turn on the yellow light because I was in the middle of the intersection, you turned as well (when the light turned red) and zoomed past me! I know it was rude to throw up my middle finger at you, but to my credit, I did wait until you were ahead of me in the other lane. I'm sorry, it's just that your incessant horn-honking hurt my ears. Besides, your 65mph in a 35mph zone just wasn't safe.

And so, I'd just like to pass on a friendly closing - if you EVER swerve into my lane and slam on your breaks right in front of me again, and then creep along at 5mph for ten seconds just to piss me off, I will have no problems calling the cops on you and your ugly car that you can't afford. How stupid are you? I thought you were in a hurry, and you just wasted MY time and yours. Although I didn't mind, because I was getting to work on time. Idiot. At least my finger doesn't almost cause an accident.

I hope you have a great weekend, new friend! Don't worry - your wife isn't screwing around on you because she doesn't love you. It's just because you have a small penis.

Hugs and Kisses!
Jen

I Just Wanted to See Slash...

Last night I went to the Alice in Chains/Velvet Revolver concert here in Atlanta. For those of you who don't know, Velvet Revolver is basically a hard rock supergroup made up of Scott Weiland (ex-Stone Temple Pilots frontman) and Guns'n'Roses (without fat Axl Rose). While Alice in Chains is great and all, I was there mostly for the Scott Weiland and Slash sightings.

So I'm sitting there, drinking a beer, rocking out, when Alice in Chains gears up for the last song in the set. All night, the big screens have been rotating different lasers and graphics, but during this last song, the screens became this anti-Bush/anti-war tirade. "Bush lied, thousands died" and "NO WAR" kept popping up, and it made me want to throw my beer at the screens.

It pisses me off that I paid for a ticket to hear music and I was subjected to an impromptu political rally. I rarely talk about politics for one reason: it starts an argument every single time. I vote when I'm supposed to, believe what I want to believe, and I don't force my beliefs down anyone's throat. We elected a leader for our country, and while I don't agree with everything he's done, I feel as an American that I should stand behind the concept of the UNITED States and support my country. He'll be out of office in a year, and we'll get to elect someone new.

Get crazy and divided during election time. Be passionate about a platform then. But once that person is elected, then dammit, stand behind him (...or her) in a show of solidarity for the U.S., not necessarily for the president.

If the Foo Fighters pull out any political B.S. tonight, I will dump my drink on Dave Grohl's head.

Some Odd Change

I'm sure you've all seen the commercials for Visa debit cards where everyone in line is cheerfully swiping debit cards at the cash register, and of course everyone is cheerful because using debit cards are what's making the line move so fast. Then comes the enemy - the one dreaded person in line who uses cash to pay. The line stalls, the chirpy music stops, and everyone glares at the clueless customer.

I am the most impatient person in the world, so I'm all for convenience. However, I also know that the Subway I frequent on my lunch hour has a slow card reader. It's one of the little ones where the cashier has to swipe and the customer has a teeny PIN pad just big enough for the numbers. It takes forever because the cashier prints out one copy for the store first, then a copy for the customer.

I decided I was going to be smart today and use the cash I, for once, had in my purse. I get to the register, politely say I had a Subway club, and yes, I would like the combo. The cashier announces that the price is $6.99, so I pull out six dollars, three quarters, two dimes and a nickel. $7.00. I hand it to the cashier.

The cashier accepted the money, stared at the change in his hand, looked quizzically at me, and then back down at his hand. I felt the happy music around me stop and the woman who ordered the tuna sub (double the mayo, double the cheese) behind me begin to tap her foot. Here stood before me a 40-YEAR-OLD-MAN who didn't know how to count change. I had completely baffled him! As I opened my mouth to explain exactly what he had in his hand, his light bulb went off and he slowly counted the change into the register and handed me a penny back.

Sure, it's great to move people through line as fast as possible, but watching a man take more time to count $7.00 in change than it would have to run a card through a machine was brutal. If a 40 year old couldn't do it, I seriously wonder about the kids who are going through elementary school math classes in the age of plastic. Math has never been a strong point of mine, but I'm glad that I can at least count change.

By the way, isn't "counting change" one of the very few requirements for working in a restaurant...?

Tabloid Fodder

Here's an embarrassing moment: electing to drive your boss and office guests to a business lunch meeting, and having to explain the several tabloid magazines that are on the backseat screaming headlines such as "BRITNEY'S NEW LOVER IS A WOMAN!"

"Uh...well...um...all the reading I do for my, uh, graduate classes is really draining, and, uh, sometimes I just need some, uh, mindless reading..."