I used to own this car.  Well, not this particular car, but one just like it.

A 1969 Firebird with a four on the floor.  (That means a four speed transmission where the gear shift was on the floorboard and not the steering column as was many in that day.)   It had an eight cylinder engine and could outrun anything on the road.  Even my ex-husband's 1965 Mustang. 
Gas was as cheap as water back then.  I remember being horrified when it rose to a whopping .60 cents a gallon.  Cars were meant to go fast.  They were meant to be status symbols.
This car meant that you were someone who was young, wild, and free.   You didn't think about the fact that some day you were going to be 50 years old and wondering how you were going to pay the mortgage. 
This was a car that required a certain amount of creativity to allow you to get laid in the back seat. 
Driving a gray KIA like everyone else on the road just doesn't bring out the same feelings.
No wonder America doesn't have any spirit anymore.
I say to GM:  "Don't stop making Pontiacs!   Bring back the Firebird!   Make this country great again.!!!!!" 

In 2004, Osama Bin Laden boasted in a videotape that al-Qaida would "make America bleed profusely to the point of bankruptcy,"

Does anybody but me find this significant in light of the United States current economic conditions?  

There is no such thing as true love.  Human beings are incapable of it.  The only truly real love exists between family members and even that isn't there all the time with everyone. 
Valentine's Day and love are just hoax's perpetrated by Hollywood in order to sell products.

A while back there was an episode of the Simpsons where Bart Simpson caught a three-eyed fish downstream from Mr. Burns nuclear power plant where Bart's father worked.  A reporter took a photo of the fish and much ado occurred.  Mr. Burns went to dinner at the Simpsons' home as a publicity stunt and Marge, served him up the three-eyed fish, which he promptly spit across the room after taking a bite. 

Recently there was has been much ado about peanut butter paste made in plants in Georgia and Texas that have caused salmonella.  What's not funny about this, unlike the Simpsons, who are cartoons,  this is real.  More than 600 people have gotten sicken and nine have died. 

Regular peanut butter that comes in a jar and not made by this company Peanut Corp, is perfectly okay.  We don't want millions of children to starve after school.  Nor do we want Annette Funicello out of a job. The tainted product is a paste used in peanut butter crackers and whatnot.  

Incriminating e-mails sent by the company ceo tells employees to 'ship it out'  talking about the tainted product.  Although in the spirit of honesty, a second test run on the product showed no salmonella.  That's when he sent out the e-mail after complaining how much the tests cost. 

In the present, however, the man has been called to testify before Congress.  When a congressman pulled out a jar of the company's product and asked the ceo if he would eat it, he said no.  I guess he is a little bit smarter than Mr. Burns, but not by a whole lot.  At least Mr. Burns tried to keep up appearances.  Plus, we already know from him being shot, stabbed, frozen, his blood removed and vital organs replaced, that Mr. Burns probably won't ever die.   Not so the ceo of the tainted peanut butter.

What's next?  Attack of the Killer Peanuts? 

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In my job I investigate religious discrimination.  It's not my entire job, but a part of it. 
In that capacity I get a lot of scriptures quoted at me.  Also, being a lesbian, I get a lot of scriptures quoted to me.
Now I've studied the Bible and although I don't claim to be an expert, I have a pretty good knowledge of scriptures. 
I'm doing a complaint where a man is saying that he was discriminated  against because he works in a nursing home and refused to transport female patients because he didn't want to be accused of sexual harrassment.  He said as a Christian the Bible tells him to not put himself in a position where he might not appear to be above reproach.
That's not what the Bible says, it says be above reproach. 
He argued with me.
If you're going to quote scripture to me make sure you know what it says.

The Texas Department of Highways, through various contractors, is building a toll road, literally, right next door to me. I live kind of in a rural area, and until recently I loved that country feeling.   Now it's all dump trucks, bulldozers and large white pickup trucks with big silver tool boxes on back.    They have razed, hundreds if not thousands of acres of pristine cattle grazing land.  Where have all the cattle gone? Long time passing.
The up side of the toll road construction is that my road used to be filled with potholes.  Yesterday, they lay down a new layer of caliche (a combination of dirt and rocks commonly used on roads right before they pave them.)  At least I'm hoping they will repave the road.  At least that will be one good thing to come out of the toll road.
At the same time they have my road closed off to through traffic.  In order to get home, I have to dodge a couple of barriers and be on the lookout for dump trucks bearing down on me at a speed unsafe for any type of road.   The only other way to get home is to be airlifted in, and I don't think even the Texas government is going to waste that kind of money.   Early this morning I was waiting at the corner for traffic to pass in order for me to pull onto the non-profit highway, and a small Toyota came bearing down on me like it was getting ready to take off.  It turned onto the road that my SMALL truck was occupying and missed scraping the side of my truck by inches.  I assumed he was a construction worker late for work, but I still lamented his unsafe driving on a road he and his co-workers created.  The built a monster and now they can't control it.  A few days after that, while they were working in front of my house, one worker was waving me to move forward while another one twenty feet or so behind him was motioning for me to stop.  I rolled down my window and asked them what they wanted me to do.  After some discussion they finally let me go, and I was late for work.
A few weeks ago they started razing the land.  I was driving along and in the middle of this cold and barren area that used to teem with life, and there in the middle of all of that stood a young coyote.  Of course I am projecting my feelings onto the animal, but it seemed to me to be looking around and wondering what happened to its home. 
The next day the Texas Department of Wildlife monthly magazine came out with a cover story wondering why all of Texas' indigent wildlife was disappearing.
Can you give me a "DUH?!"

Okay,  so I live alone and when I get the urge to rant and rave about something I normally have to call someone.  Which is okay, but most of my friends don't really care about my ranting.  We're going to talk about a couple of things here.  First Obama picks some guy who conveniently 'forgot' to pay more than $34, 000 in income tax in 1995.  I conveniently forgot to pay $329 in 2003 and they've not only tagged me for that amount but also for interest and penalties that doubles the amount I have to pay back.

Secondly,  one of the senators says waterboarding is torture.  Well, duh.  Remember (well if you are age 40 or older.)  the Chinese WATER Torture?   That's why they called it the Chinese Water TORTURE!  Because it was torture!   Waterboarding is the same thing but on a bigger scale.  A rose by any other name...  

There was some speculation if Obama should be elected for a third term.  HE HASN'T EVEN STARTED THE FIRST ONE YET!  We'll be way tired of him at the end of eight years, if he lasts eight. 

Let's see what else can I go on and on about. 
Join me next time for my annual Valentines Day Rant.  
People at my office have actually asked for the day off so they don't have to hear it.

 Back i n 1978 there was a well-known B-movie called Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.  Now I've only seen this movie once, but Return of the Killer Tomatoes back in 1990, I've seen dozens of times.  A whole bushel's worth you might say.  
Return of the Killer Tomatoes was one of my son's favorite movies.  It stared a young George Clooney, and my son's favorite line from it is "Yo Zucchini!"  This is in response to a hysterical tirade by George's friend that goes something like this... "What if there are other fruits and vegetables out there just waiting for their chance!  What if there is killer squash and killer zucchini?"  
But I digress.
Here's my theory.  
The tomatoes also saw the movies.  So now instead of being all obvious and taking over the world by jumping out into the streets and getting a bunch of themselves killed,  they are subtley taking over.  Instead of all of them being slaughtered, they are sending out a few kamikaze tomatoes and taking over a little bit at a time.  Sure some of them  will be sacrificed.  And they WANT tomatoes pulled off the market!
We're not eating them are we?  
They're just sitting in warehouses, gardens, and fruit markets building up their numbers and plotting.  Soon I tell you soon.  
I can't believe no one else has spotted this evil plot.