Cut the crap already - you guys are all liars!

Wow, people are shocked on both sides of the aisle about South Carolina Congressman Joe Wilson calling the President a liar during the President's speech last night. Too bad that afterwards Congressman Wilson apologized for his behavior saying that his emotions got away from him. Why apologize when you felt so strongly about it Joe? Come on now - you are a big boy - stand behind your original words. I'm really getting tired with people ringing the bell and then try to pretend it didn't happen or that they didn't mean it. Either learn to control yourself or stand up and defend your actions - don't wimp out.

Besides, it's not like lying politicians is something new to any of us - it's all part of the game is it not? They ALL lie because they can't realistically keep their promises and expect to maintain good relations with their campaign contributors and the general public. The struggle continues but let's at least recognize it for what it is.

I would much rather have seen Congressman Wilson having a, "Howard Beale" moment after the speech  saying something like,"Yes the President is a liar. Not only that, I'm a liar as well, and this whole damn chamber is full of liars! America needs to realize that their representatives will lie to get any extra favor or shekel! That's how we roll America - love it or leave it!" Yeah, I would have much rather had the media outlets talking about that than any possible fallout from his outburst. 

Besides, if we are to be distracted from any real debate on the issues - the least they can do is make it interesting. Maybe a UFC sanctioned match pitting some leading Democrats against their Republican rivals would fit the bill? Now that would be entertaining!

I want healthcare too...

I'm complaining  tonight because my idiot employer does not supply healthcare for me. Additionally, I'm not paid well enough to get the care on my own. I get paid in food, room and board and am dreadfully afraid to ever get sick. Unlike you humans, we pets get gassed when our ailments are more serious than just a regular office visit. Needless to say, I've been experiencing great stress over this.

Even when I get a chance to go to the vet - I don't ever get the chance to choose my doctor - I'm taken to whoever is closest or open. At this point in my life, I wouldn't mind a bureaucrat making some decisions around here because my owner is a complete moron! Maybe if he had purchased pet insurance for me back when I was younger I wouldn't have to hear now about how expensive it can be. Of course it is expensive when your older  thats when most people start to get sick. The key is to get your policy when you are young. If there is reform - I want in! Ok, have a good night folks!

Let's talk about Immortality...

Relax, this is not a discussion of how people achieve immortality from the biblical sense - I'm talking about how we are remembered here on earth after we are gone. I caught the big idiot owner looking at some of the old photos of his grandfather - who passed on some 25 years ago. The photos were from when he was in his twenties - back in the 1920's. This got me wondering - this man lived  a pretty long life but what is around today that proves he was here? A few children, grandchildren, some old pictures, and a gravestone - not much for eighty-some years of life. The bulk of his possessions were scattered to the world after his passing - some to relatives and friends - some to the landfill. If you asked around the town - where he spent his eighty some years - if anyone remembered him you might find and old timer or two who might. Otherwise his entire existence is just about lost to the world. Another twenty years should just about do it.

Some people care about these things - others not so much, and still others have never even thought about it for one reason or another. Since I am close to eleven or 77 in dog years - I'm just beginning to wonder about how the world  will remember me? First of all, I have no offspring because the doofus and family decided to give me the Bob Barker treatment so my family lineage stops here. Thankfully there are a few pictures of me out there but I don't think they will have quite the longevity of the old grandfather's pictures. Let's face it  - why would my idiot's grandchildren care about a dog that died twenty years before they were born? No, I'm resigned to the fate of slipping into oblivion - where the world will never even know that I existed. The one wild card is this blog and how long it may last out there in cyberspace. The internet is still too new to tell but I guess it may be catalogued somewhere out there and stumbled upon now and again but I won't be around to find out. 

I guess I could take my remaining days and try to do something great to put myself in the history books? But then again I don't really have the desire  - too much work. I guess I'll just spend the rest of my days rolling in the sun enjoying myself. Remember what Ferris said, "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." So enjoy this while you can and to hell with being remembered! Viva oblivion!

So it's Tuesday and the holiday is over... so what!

I refuse to be bullied today. I tell you - it's the same thing every time after every holiday. "Ok, it's back to work people - let's go  - you should all be rested!" Well I'm not rested - not even close. I've been playing the past few days and enjoying my extended weekend - I'm not in the mood to make up for the holiday by combining that day's missed work into today or any of the rest of the week for that matter. What's the use of having the holiday if I'm going to made sorry that I had off in the first place? No, I'm sorry boss  but you are the one who needs to adjust YOUR thinking. Even in our tight economy  - working your employees to death because you feel you have the advantage is bad form. And my owner can shove it if he feels I need to do double security patrols today! I'm going to go and read  the paper,  enjoy my coffee, and ease my way into the day. Have a great day folks!

Just phoning it in...

Ah yes, the Friday before a holiday. Is it really that important to show up on a Friday before a holiday? What is really going on anyway? Nothing - is the answer - absolutely - unequivocally nada, zip, zero, nilch. Ironically, the hardest work is actually coming from people trying to give the impression that they are indeed working. It would be better for them just to do their regular work load rather than subject themselves to the stress of their slothful ways  but that is the nature of humanity. As for us in the animal kingdom - we just do what we do. I see a lousy squirrel and I chase the damn thing no matter who is watching. That's how we roll. Have a great day - and get something done damn it!

Let's talk about beer...

Considering myself one of the great booze hounds of the world - I offer my loving ode to iced cold beer. One of my particular favorites is from the New Belgium Brewery in Fort Collins, Colorado called Fat Tire Amber Ale. The brewery's owner developed this Belgian style beer during his bike trip around Europe as he investigated the beer making process. This trip produced the name of what would become the flagship beer of the brewery - Fat Tire. Thank God for that odyssey because the resulting beer is absolutely astounding. Rich in both color and taste, once consumed - one will never look at the lighter American pilsners in the same way again - and I love pilsners. I learned of Fat Tire from my big idiot owner a few years ago when he brought a six pack home for his own personal enjoyment. It was probably one of the best things the Neandertal has ever done. I write this tonight from the back patio lounge - tipping back a few Fat Tires and listening to old Bon Jovi cds. Why? Because I can - that's why! Besides -it makes me happy so back off. 

So what kinds of beer do you guys live for and what is your preferred way of enjoying it?

I've been thinking...

So how many of you out there are doing what you wanted or dreamed of doing? I never thought that security was the best option for me but being that I'm a dog- my options were limited. I've stated before that I would love to be a travel writer - crossing the globe, trying new foods and meeting new people. Unfortunately - that dream doesn't appear very likely since I'm pushing eleven and life is kind of winding down. I guess I shouldn't complain - it could have been worse. I could have been an anal thermometer cleaner - no offense to you anal thermometer cleaners out there. I know the big doofus isn't exactly where he wanted to be at this time in his life. Not sure what he wanted but he does have the physique of an Elvis impersonator.  Have a great night folks!