CHANGE: Is this the new Air Force One?

I realize that a lot of people don't care much for "Dubya" Bush. I also realize that a lot of people don't care much for ANYBODY!

Armchair Quarterbacks always make the touchdowns happen.....they NEVER lose, they NEVER quit, they NEVER faint under pressure and they NEVER throw a game. They ALWAYS win, ALWAYS do it right the first time, ALWAYS do it better than anyone else, and ALWAYS criticize everyone except themselves.

There was a time when America pulled together. There was a time when Americans got where they were going because of hard work, unity and perseverance. But today we sit back in our laziness and demand our rights to be served by our government with "hand-out" programs like welfare, free medical, housing subsidies, and our "rights" to always be rescued from our own ignorance.

It doesn't matter WHO the President is, Americans are not a respector of persons. Whooeee! We don't even respect the OFFICE of the Presidency. What man could leave the White House after 4 t0 8 years of serving as President of the United States WITH dark hair? Why does it turn white? Do you have to ask?

The President gets blamed for all the mistakes the government makes. Rightly so, because he's supposed to be Superman! He is supposed to know all of the answers BEFORE the questions are asked, do EVERYTHING right, and PLEASE EVERYBODY! AND, as we all know, he is the one who makes all the decisions that direct our government. Congress.....uh oh.....now we must have forgotten about the "Congress". What is it they do? I've heard of checks and balances, where one single solitary individual absolutely CANNOT control our government or what we do as a Nation, by himself. That must mean......the majority rule? Wow! What a concept! You wouldn't know it by the whining the minority do!!

Now, to THINK that America is a better place than any other place in the world, staggers the imagination! I have been all around the world and visited dozens of countries. There is no other place that I would rather live than the "Land of the free and Home of the Whiners".

But sometimes.....I wish it could be better.

Reminiscing

Having been raised in the good ‘ol South, back in the 1950’s, things were much simpler and laid back; not so much chaos like we have today with drugs, disrespect and degradation. My first school-house, for example, was a one-room school that taught five or six grades how to do the reading, writing and ‘rithmetic. I was 5 then. I distinctly remember one of the “upper grade classman” reading to me from a kids book about a Little Yellow Taxi” . It had a picture inside the book of a little kid getting into the old Taxi to take a ride. The “upper grade classman”, in his “role model” role, made a “funny” by pointing to the little kid’s butt and making some comment, trying to get me to laugh, I suppose. I don’t know why I remember that particular day, except to think I probably DID think it was funny!

It’s an irony that even today; guys are still pointing to “backsides” and making jokes of it. In some ways we haven’t quite grown up, have we?

Next to the school was a cow pasture that bordered the intersection of two dirt roads. When the summers were hot and dry for too long, a passing car would stir up the dust so much that it would take half an hour to settle it down. The trees growing along these dirt roads would have their leaves coated with so much dust that it hid most of the “green”. The “big boys”, shirtless farmer’s kids in their bib overalls, straw hats, barefoot and bare handed, would gather in that pasture and play baseball. Rarely would any one of them own a leather baseball glove, as these were “poor folks”. It was always funny to me to watch one of the basemen catch a line drive, then juggle the ball into the air for a quick shake of his hand and a quick blow from his mouth to attempt to cool down the “hot catch” before burning it to first or second base for the “out”. All the “cool” guys used to chew on a piece of dry Johnson grass, like a toothpick today. I always imitated them by doing the same things, as I stood back out of the way watching the big boys play ball.

I suppose those days are gone except for the memories. To me they are still “alive”, in my mind. On occasion I relax and drift back in time to replay those old ball games. I can still see the field, the road, the grass, and the overalls; hear the sounds, feel the sun and watch the, now, faceless, players shaking off that “hot catch”.

The good ‘ol days of baseball….nothing like the game you would see today.

When Graphic Artists get bored......

I do find a certain amount of humor in these pictures. Some of the things we take for granted can be "brought to light", unusual though they may be, by looking at them through the eyes of another person, especially a person with strange ideas.......