Butt Edge Edge

[Open letter to Mayor Pete Buttigieg]

Mayor Buttigieg:

If all that is being told about you is true – or even a portion of it – I find you to be a total embarrassment to the citizens of Indiana. I have no idea how those of South Bend ever elected you to be Mayor. Now you want them and millions of others to elect you as President of the United States. This is one sick joke.

You don’t seem to be able to run South Bend. The reported crime rate in South Bend is 60 per one thousand residents – one of the highest crime rates in America. Chicago is reported as 44 per one thousand residents. South Bend gets the prize. And I understand the African-American former police chief is suing the city. You don’t seem to be able to get along with the black community at all – sit at a table and take notes.

Here are a few other “facts” about you that I find offensive, if true:

  1. You are the son of a communist father and mother; like parents, like son or call it socialism
  2. You favor the “Green New Deal”
  3. You want to abolish the Electoral College
  4. You favor packing the Supreme Court
  5. You want to repeal the Trump tax cuts
  6. You favor sanctuary cities and states
  7. You favor quick paths to citizenship for DACA designees & illegal aliens
  8. You favor late term abortions
  9. You favor Draconian 2nd Amendment restrictions

South Bend was ranked as one of the worst places to live in the country in 2018. Nice work.

But I must say that the one that got me the most was your comments about late term abortion. You attempted to use the Bible as justification saying something about life begins with the first breath after being born. And you claim to be a devout Episcopalian. That is total BS.

I am from a family of Episcopalians. My grandmother was an immigrant from England. I, too, am an Episcopalian. You really should be shunned by the church and driven out. The Episcopal Church talks about a three-legged stool: the Bible, Tradition, and Reason. You have attempted to bastardize teachings of your claimed church. Shame on you.

In short, you should pack it up and return to South Bend with your tail between your legs; back to your husband. And stay there.

Age-Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

[Directly from the Internet via my brother]

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first… but then I think,

Since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table and see there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study.

So, I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.

The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye — they need water.

I put the Pepsi on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I’ve bee searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I’ll be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs…. but first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water into the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
The car isn’t washed,
The bills aren’t paid,
There is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter,
The flowers don’t have enough water,
There is still only 1 check in my checkbook,
I cannot find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
And I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day and I’m really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get some help for it, but first I’ll check my email….

DON’T LAUGH — IF THIS ISN’T YOU YET, YOUR DAY IS COMING. I DON’T REMEMBER WHERE I GOT THIS, BUT IF IT WAS YOU, I’M SORRY.