Saturday, April 25, 2009

Talking Heads

The more i watch and listen to the so-called "national networks," the more I appreciate the BBC.

The big boys, MSNBC, CNN, FOX are becoming increasingly obnoxious and stupid. It is comical to watch how they work so hard to create a story where none exists! They have to produce "news" 24/7, and they are desperate.

I can forsee the day when the following scenario will occur:

Headline--President Obama sneezes while chatting with the Second Secretary of the Embassy of Gabon.

Immediately each of the lame-stream media will assemble panels of pundits (or so-called experts- an "ex" is a has-been, and a "spurt" is a drip under pressure) to microscopically examine whether this constitutes a major change in our strategic strategy vis-a-vis sub-saharan Africa.

You think this is far-fetched? Listen and watch. These idiots are doing things almost as stupid already.

Sunday, April 12, 2009


(My apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary as I struggled, weak and weary,
Over a changed Form 1040 I had never seen before.

Back and forth I did the sums, looking for deduction crumbs,
Hoping, ever hoping that I’d find a way to score.

But, alas, twas not my lot to escape an awful blot
Upon my worldly fortune, Uncle Sam keeps wanting more.

My mind grows dim with sorrow; the due date is tomorrow,
And I must find the answer else I’ll end up very poor.

Can I claim those gambling debts resulting from my stupid bets?
And should I try to itemize my bar bill from the club?
What about my one contribution, will it not bring absolution?
Surely I can claim deduction for the new pants that I tore.

Alas tis midnight past, and the time is flying fast, and I must find an answer to the question: How much more?

You may think my answer funny: I’ll just send them all my money,
And request that they return to me all that not spent before.

It is now six months gone by, and as yet there’s no reply,
Could it be that Uncle Sam will give me no succor?

Then the Raven came rapping, rapping
The Raven came rapping, tapping at my window door.

Oh to be so doubly blessed, a messenger from the IRS!
Surely he has come to tell me that my problems are no more.

And I said “Oh bird austere, do you bring me news of cheer?
If you brought to me a refund, then together we will soar.

I am down to bread and beans, for I do not have the means
To buy a decent meal. Tell me, Raven
Am I affluent, as I was in days of yore?

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore!”

Al Manning- The Resident Curmudgeon