The Illinois House and The Illinois Senate worked out enough of their differences to pass the bill. What Governor “Quinn the Eskimo” will do is anyone’s guess; the vote margin was enough to override a veto, and the court deadline is June 9.
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Friday, May 31, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
In Illinois, it is House Speaker Mike Madigan who makes things happen, one direction or the other. Click HERE for a lesson on how the political system is supposed to work; nobody walked away with everything; everyone got something. For both sides of the Illinois gun issue(s), it is a far from perfect bill but much better than nothing at all. Suck it up and live with it for now; work the political system down the road to make it better.
Now we wait to see what happens in the Illinois Senate.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Members of “The Real Media” play the “Watergate Card” as they universally fall out of love with The POTUS and scurry from his bed.
If I may compare the collective media to a woman scorned, hell will hath no fury like the pissed off media, at least until The POTUS starts doing some hangdog groveling and sincere ass kissing. The collective media made no effort to hide their pride of playing a major part in creating The Obama Presidency. The message is clear; “We made you, and we will take you down, just like we did Nixon.” From my point of view, members of the collective media are just as soiled; they are demonizing an inflatable-love-doll deity of their own design.
From The Huffington Post “The Day the Obama AdministrationWent All Nixon On Us.”
From Slate “Obama’s War on Journalists.”
Chicago Tribune “Son of Watergate”
Saturday, May 11, 2013
On March 24 I did what I thought would be my last workout on the heavy-bag and barbells. I figured that as a card carrying member of the sixty-plus crowd I was too old for curls and bench-presses and decided that I really did not care if I grew frailer and flabbier than I was. There would be no more pushups or pullups either. Hell, whom was I kidding anyway? Those workouts were nothing but minimal maintenance and I would never again be a lithe, resilient, youngster. Doing chores around the house and some short daily walks around the neighborhood would have to serve as exercise.
Two nights ago, I got the reminder as to WHY I was doing those workouts, and it had nothing to do with overall physical fitness. I had totally forgotten about my trick left shoulder; the last time it acted up was maybe half-dozen years ago during another period of indolence. You see, if my shoulder muscles are not in shape, my left shoulder dislocates on a whim, the result of an injury from many decades ago. The first warning is just a bit of pain and a faint “clunk” when I move it. Then comes the grinding and incessant sharp pain, followed by a dislocation. Popping it into place and keeping it where it belongs is a problem. The only long-term “cure” is to carefully yet diligently recondition the muscles so they hold the ball and socket where they belong; the process takes about 6 – 8 weeks. After that, as long as the muscles are kept in shape the shoulder behaves.
Excruciating pain does motivate me when my vanity fails to do so. Old age is not kind to those without resolve.