The Milkman

The Milkman
My Father delivering Berkeley Farms milk

This is a series of essays on anything I feel like espousing, ranting, or sharing. Some of it is on the quirky things in life, some on our travels, and some is just my opinion on the political world. Enjoy

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Moos and News

May 31, 2011

The Milkman’s Son

By Tracy C. Baker

Moosings #147

 Whatever Happened To The News?

 Does anyone remember when there was real, honest-to-goodness news on what passes for news these days...and, no, I am not talking about a bunch of bimbos in short skirts sitting on a coach spouting GOP talking points and crossing their legs ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I am talking news.

Okay, just spouting off after seeing Sarah Pailin, the queen of Bimbos 24-7 this weekend on the "news" hemming and hawing about running for President while sucking on the tail pipe of a HOG at a biker charity event she wasn't invited to and saying "I love the smell of emissions!" because she thinks that makes her look more Presidential to the nut-job tea baggers when all the while those with even half a brain know she is, ala Donald Trump, trying to improve her Fox news ratings and raise her speaker's fees and promote her upcoming whitewash disguised as a biopic.

In the meantime...

Soldiers are being killed in Afghanistan to keep an Oil Executive in power who goes behind NATOS back trying to keep himself in power by enforcing the same rotten laws as the Taliban did;

The House Repugnicons are determined to let this country go into default so they can climb atop the smoldering heap of what will be left and claim victory while China forecloses sending in their own version of the local Sheriff's office to serve the notice;

The 95% of this country who are not independently wealthy (mostly on the backs of said 95%) and who do not keep all their funds in gold bullion in a private bank vault in Dubai (while keeping the private jets idling on the runways "just in case") will be buying wheelbarrows to carry their cash to the store to buy a loaf of bread only to find there is no bread because the bakery had to close down because the company execs absconded with all the company funds just before the economic crash;

And those who do have jobs are quickly becoming wage slaves and will probably soon owe our souls to the Company store as that will be the only way to buy food anymore.

"Oh, my!" says the gal on the couch at Faux News, "Don't listen to him! Sarah Palin's bus is in the parking lot of the WalMart!  Just look at this!" and then she crosses her legs once again.

Fini
Tracy

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Churning the Butter

May 21, 2011

The Milkman’s Son

By Tracy C. Baker

Mad GOP Disease #146 

 I wrote this ditty back in 1997 – It’s time for an update…

I Think That I Shall Never See…

(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer)

I think that I shall never see
A larger dose of hypocrisy
Than can be found in Ol’ DC
With the Tea Party and the GOP
From Boehner and Bachmann the words do flow
Warning us of budget woe
Yet while they speak of National debt
They all get their share, you bet
From all of their K Street cronies
Their righteousness doth ring phony
For whether GOP or Party Tea
They all shake the money tree

Fini
Tracy

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