What can I say? I’m tired, my elbow aches from my exam the other day (the quack says the inflammation is running its course), and it’s not just miserably hot outside but humid as well. Just a few items to end this busy and hectic week before I spend the weekend digging up my watering system to find the source of yet another leak. Lemme tell you, being a homeowner is not all it’s cracked up to be.
If you read one column today you have to read it is this one by Victor David Hanson. He’s a great writer, and the similarities he finds with our present culture and the Roman work The Satyricon are spot on. All I can say is, I’m glad I’m the age I am – the young people of today haven’t a clue as to what’s in store for them. Anyone who thinks we’re not just another Rome is fooling themselves. I just hope I’m dead by the time the barbarians crash the gate.
This story tells you just how clueless and misguided the young people of today are. Not happy with the wage you’re getting at McDonalds or Burger King? Hit the bricks and find another, better paying job, for God’s sake. This idea that minimum wage ought to support families and stuff is sheer madness. Don’t these clowns understand that their jobs require no special skills, that if the minimum wage were to go to $15 half the people in fast food restaurants would find themselves unemployed, and that there are plenty of other workers (not white or African-American) who would gladly take their jobs at the wage presently offered. But this is Barack Obama’s America for you – everyone thinks their oh-so-special and worth a government handout.
Wonder how many of my fellow Goodboys are heading to this weekend’s Deutsche Bank Classic. I’d certainly pay to watch the threesome of Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, and Adam Scott play together. It ought to make for great theater.
You can see more pictures of the dust storm we got the other night here. We’re supposed to be getting rain on Friday and Saturday, but here in the East Valley I’m guessing it’s gonna be another disappointment.
Ever want to hear what Help Me, Rhonda sounded in the early ’70s when The Beach Boys knew how to rock hard? Here you go, it’s from their Made In California compilation, and this version features Dennis Wilson, not Alan Jardine handling the lead vocals. I think it sounds awesome. Dennis was such a special talent.
Aside to Jana: don’t buy this, I’ll take care of you with some stuff no one has. Trust me. 🙂
