A few years ago I was hit by a train. Honest. It is a matter of pride that I didn't get hurt riding a motorcycle or flying an airplane. It was a lot of fun trying. I walk with a cane. I do well enough in everyday transactions but my previous loquaciousness is not always there. My friends sometimes help by talking for me. Their attempts at train sounds are pretty lame. Now if they just would remember my raves about the right wing sound machine we call corporate media.
I'm political. I am sort of a socialist. To me, liberal, ultra liberal, political correctness, and pc) are appellations of honor, not just the right wing's demonizing buzzwords. I call myself a Democrat out of a misguided sense of duty. I spend my time volunteering for local candidates. Before you think impeachment, ponder president Hastert. Update, it's now speaker Boehner, are you scared yet? Pray for melanoma. Pelosi and Obama are from cities where politics is a blood sport. Why no throats cut yet? I'd rather have brought Hillary along to a knife fight.
I am compelling, cynical, and crazy. I drive a old Mercedes with a deadhead sticker. Get the joke? I only buy cars made in a union shop.