Apparently, I'm losing my mind. Not the part that reminds me to get up every morning and go to work of course, but just the "rational thinking" part. If I'd been Given a choice in the matter, I'd sooner have it the other way around. I'm not really sure just when I started "losing it", but I suspect it was probably in the sixth grade under the influence of our teacher Bob Maydew, who was, at that time, widely known throughout the scholastic system for his "You can paint the barn any color you like, as long as it's red" joke. Now I'm not insinuating in any way that Bob Maydew is responsible for my current situation, because Bob was a fine teacher and a highly respected man. All I'm saying is that he might have done some sort of damage to my "train of thought" that would only show up years later, say at age 49. In any case, I've decided that I have some sort of severe "brain-damage" that would probably require immediate medical attention should I actually ask my doctor, whatever his or her name is. My reasoning for this "self-diagnosis" is that not only am I not thinking "rationally" lately, but I also seem to have some sort of "memory-loss", which seems very strange for a man who can still remember the EXACT look on my friend David Devine's face when we tore the door clean off of his car back in our teenage years, or even the time that me and my friend "Jim-Bob" Allen almost wrecked the city of Lebanon's loader tractor when we were patching asphalt and Lori Merritt walked by in a pair of yellow shorts, sandals, and a multi-colored, vertical-striped, sleeveless shirt. Understand that by no means am I trying to single these friends out, it's just that Dave and Jim-Bob (R.I.P. Friend), were my usual "buddies", and Lori was a very pretty girl. What I DON'T remember is the exact date that me and my family moved out of the United States of America, and into some obviously "third-world" country with very little "clout" among the other nations. It puzzles me, on account of I don't like to fly, don't remember taking a cruise ship anywhere, and the odometer on my pickup truck seems to show that I've only driven locally for quite some time now. I even have neighbors who are far too old and frail to take long trips, yet they are right here with me in whatever country this is. Maybe we're in Great Britain, cause I've heard that the people there don't have any "rights" or money, and we don't seem to either. Heck! I've seen footage from London showing the police just standing around and watching as "unarmed" civilians' businesses were burned to the ground by "protesters". That alone should prove that "gun control" is a GOOD thing, in as much as no harm was done to any of the culprits! Shucks! Just the other day there was a group of cult members from "westboro" (thank you Barbara Ball, it will be a cult, not a Church, from now on when I write), who had the nerve to "protest" a military funeral in a military town! Luckily, the very police force that receives their wages and compensation from the taxpayers of Hays Kansas were on hand to "serve and protect", like it says on their patrol cars, and no harm came to these freaks either, leaving them free to stir up even more feelings of discontent in the future. If this isn't enough, we now have "flash-mobs", which is a popular event in some of the larger cities wherein regular citizens and business owners are invited to watch criminals steal from them while the police sit idly by. If YOU are a business owner or just a "plain old" citizen, and you feel that not enough of your money or possessions are being stolen from you, or maybe you feel that you're just getting way too much respect from your fellow citizens, the liberal Democrats have set up a "toll-free" (paid for by taxpayers everywhere) telephone number with which you can call and have a flash mob rob you, but only during hours that "American Idol" is not on! Wow! I guess I'm droning on and on again, and probably even to the point that I don't even remember what the subject of today's blog is about. Wait a minute! It was something about losing my mind. Or maybe my memory. Whatever. All I know is that sometimes things get broken, and if it's a "little" thing like a watch, television remote, or an exercise wheel in your gerbil cage it can sometimes be "fixed" by only one person. If something "bigger" gets broken, it may take a whole "batch" of people to fix it. Preferably a batch that doesn't spend their days drinking jello shots out of each others belly buttons and waiting in lines for their welfare checks.
Have a great week Friends! And know that when I started this blog my intentions were good. It's just that sometimes I think either too much or too little about what I write. Remember, I'm just a construction worker. God Bless!
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