Monday, March 3, 2008

If I ever again try to connect through

Chicago's ORD airport will someone please, please, please whisper in my ear, "March 2,008." There. I would tell you more but bad travel stories are like bad beat poker stories. Best forgotten as rapidly as possible or you will never play pocket Kings again.

And while it is not possible to drive from LAX to my home in 15 hours, it is also true that my Buick won't do 600 mph. I am sure that if it could, I could.

Oh well, enough whining.

And speaking of whining, Burt Prelutsky has given us the lawyer that represents the folks who are still whining over Katrina.

It seems that of the 489,000 claims that have been filed in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, he is responsible for 60,000 of them! Asked about measuring Katrina’s devastation in terms of dollars and cents, Mr. Becnel replied, “There’s no way on earth you can figure it out. The trauma these people have undergone is unlike anything that has occurred in the history of our country.”


Given that people were willingly living in New Orleans, and given that most have rushed back to The Big Easy, it boggles the mind to think they should complain.

Hey folks! If you live in a place that is below sea level and is known to be in the path of hurricanes, don't be surprised if you get flooded, blown away, drowned or otherwise discomforted. Comes with the territory boys and girl. Now. Quit partying all the time and do some critical thinking.

And while we are at it, can anyone tell me why we gave the victims of the 9/11 attacks millions and millions? Look. Why didn't we just tell the various ME countries to send us a few billion dollars and then split the money up between the victims? That would have put gravy on my potato.

But enough. The coffee has cleared my vision and I go to test The Friendly Road to the home field.




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