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Shut Down Washington for a Month, It Might Wipe Out National Debt!

Well, my comments today I am going to try to keep short; I guess you could say I am going to CUT them short to try to help our politicians with the budget cuts. See, the Democrats are trying to cut enough to make the Republicans happy, so they can all work together. I mean literally WORK together. If they don`t get this all worked out by beginning of next week, it may just cause a government shut down… Meaning, these politicians on Capitol Hill would just stop coming to work “cause we ran out of funds.” Let me run that by you all again… Politicians would not work after next week.

Now, I don`t know about you folks, but does anyone here think politicians work anyway and besides, I can`t think of a better way of helping this country than to get politicians out of Washington for a while. As a matter of fact, that might just be the best budget cut of all time; send them all on a LONG fishing trip and let them all know that we are not paying government employees` vacation pay this year; we had to cut that short. Boy, if we did that we`d be able to pay off the national debt in a month. Plus, maybe if we did that it would get everyone out of our President`s hair, and he might be able to get some real work done.

I`m also trying to see if we can see about getting a little extra daylight savings taken off this time around, maybe we could save it and put a little of it on the budget.

The other issue I have with this is… Why would you get a bunch of fat cat politicians, who are mostly rich, to work out what we need right now in the way of a budget. If you want a realistic budget plan, give the job to a single mother, out of work, with kids. THAT`LL be a realistic plan to work off. Having our politicians create this budget plan is like letting the Dem`s and Rep`s take America on a shopping spree, only they shop at the dollar store and all we can afford is the dime store. They just don`t buy the same toilet paper as we do; theirs is softer and each sheet is individually made.

Well, I think I went on a little too long, so you all get an IOU from me.

Your friend

Will Roberts


Like Nothing Else: Ode to WD-40

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Is there a particular smell that you love?  Not necessarily one that transports you to a certain place and time but one that is here and now and….handy.  That’s how it is with me and the sweet, metallic smell of WD-40.  It’s like cinnamon rolls and coffee on the back porch except with a more purposeful air.

Here’s the deal.  Everyone knows there are two essentials for work to get done; duct tape and WD-40.  Every self-respecting garage has them, every mobile work unit from tow trucks to taco trucks has them.  Most pick-ups have them rolling around under the seat.  Maybe not city pick-ups, poor wannabes that never see a dirt road, but real pick-ups.  My question; why is WD-40 so essential?  Why not WC-20 or Fred’s Thread Lube?  The answer may be more sinister than you first imagine.

Duct tape comes from a variety of manufacturers but not many people get emotionally involved with the brand.  But there is no substitute for WD-40, the real deal, the true Bones McCoy.  First, it works great.  Squeaky hinges no more.  Seized threads freed.  Condensation rust melted away.  Other spray lubricants cannot hold their own against WD-40.  You spray twice as much for half the effect.

But there is something else, something in the smell that drives men to choose WD-40 and only WD-40.  I contend there is a secret ingredient, a pheromone designed to make a person desire one thing and one thing only in the spray lube category.  And it works.  While the WD-40 company laughs all the way to the bank, men are turned into helpless pawns of their olfactory senses.  I am no exception and so I offer this ode to my…my precious. Continue reading Like Nothing Else: Ode to WD-40

Deconstructing My Christianized Self, Part 1 (republish: “Best Of”)

Editor’s Note: This was one of our top 20 most read essays in 2010. We’re republishing it as we continue through our “revisiting 2010 the ‘best of’ series of 2010.” Thanks.

Like so many others born and raised in the buckle of the Oklahoma “Bible belt,” I was Christianized from an early age. My father was a pastor, and as a PK (Pastor’s Kid), I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Flannel boards, K-Love, VBS, purity rings, Precept Bible Studies, DC Talk, and potluck lunches – all of this just came with the territory.

Somewhere early on, I absorbed the basic Calvinistic idea that the material world, like the material body, was colonized with eeeeviil. Most importantly, I was hard wired for eeeeviill. Every thought, impulse, feeling, and desire contained latent Dionysian energies roiling within them.

I distinctly remember attending a youth bible conference where the speaker confronted us on masturbation. Gulp. Blanch. Awkward. Stare at the floor. Crickets.

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A Weekly Dose of Life Lessons for Dads of Daughters

excerpted from

by Michael Mitchell

109. Teach her to appreciate a good book. “Children are made readers on the laps of
their parents.“ -Emilie Buchwald
(photo: to kill a mocking bird)

111. Teach her to shoot a gun… even if it’s just a Nerf gun. A girl with the confidence to
fire a weapon can accomplish anything in life.
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Five Rules for Dads Raising Daughters

I’ve been reading a lot of books and blogs lately on fatherhood and raising girls. From what I’ve read, there seems to be at least five common threads (probably more) running through most of the stuff that really speaks to me. Maybe they’re not really rules. Maybe they’re more like tips… tips, hints, suggestions, guidelines, or something like that. Whatever you call them, in no particular order, here are five:

1. Love her mom. Treat her mother with respect, honor, and a big heaping spoonful of public displays of affection. When she grows up, the odds are good she’ll fall in love with someone who treats her much like you treated her mother. Good or bad, that’s just the way it is. I’d prefer good.
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