Time for a little regression back to the good ol’ days of childhood (yet again). See, not only are The Wife and I going through re-modeling madness with our kitchen (No, it’s not done yet!), but we have been doing double duty with child care for the two grandsons while Mom, our daughter, has had to work out of town for three weeks.
What’s cool however, is Branden, the oldest, is quite the budding young artist, and for a nine year old, has very good eye/hand coordination (the ability to draw what one sees). In the above drawing of farting balloons, he did the one on top, and I did the one below, along with some of my usual scribbling. Farting balloons? He’s nine, I’m sixty-five; some things never get old. The rest of the drawings below are his.
Now, only a nine year old would come up with farting balloons. Too much Pokemon I guess. But it got me to thinkin’. With America in the middle of Presidential Election Mania, it sure seems like there’s a lot of candidates out there, blowing all manor of bull-shit out their asses. Kinda like farting balloons.
One of them, and I don’t wanna get too political on this basically psychedelic humour blog (but if he’s elected instead of Obama we’re screwed) has been cutting loose with a shit-load of verbal flatulence. He’s been changing his positions quicker than young lovers in heat. All I can figure is that: a), he’s lying , b) he has Alzheimer’s, c) he has no moral character whatsoever, or d) all of the above. Choose wisely America.