Compleat Redneck

Commentary from the boondocks. If it makes any sense, it is just by chance. billyjoebobsbbq@yahoo.com

Friday, November 03, 2006
 
We had frost this morning!

I must move farther South!


Thursday, November 02, 2006
 
BJB says he thinks John Kerry has pretty well ended any possibility he ever had of being President even if there was never much of a chance.

Old BJB says he is right partial to Hillary in the next election. He figures she is the only one mean enough to deal with the problems we are having around the world. Says he wants someone who'll push the button if need be.

Not much going on in local politics that I know of since I didn't get my daily ration of 8X11 glossies in the mail yesterday. I have no idea who is leading in the "I love chillun" sweepstakes.

BJB says he figures chillun would be kind of stringy but not as bad as panda.

I just noticed that BJB is saying more on the blog since I have been doing the typing than when he typed.

There may be a pattern here.


Wednesday, November 01, 2006
 
Three days in a row!

BJB and I were talking about the debates on TV Monday night and for the life of us, we can't understand the idea behind becoming a politician.

BJB says he figures it comes from a traumatic childhood.

That's it!

Childhood leads to politicians!

It's raining here.

Hard!


Tuesday, October 31, 2006
 
BJB says if I am going to get in to philosophy, I need to rename the blog "Cletus" since all the great philosophers are known by one name. You know, Socrates and Plato or was that Pluto?

I don't think the philosophy will be that deep although something may be.

Both of you will note that this is the second post in as many days. Actually, I am a little concerned because there is a possibility that at least people are reading this drivel. Two I could handle, but it's hard to believe that three people would keep coming back.

It is enough to undermine one's faith in their fellow citizens.

Personally, I blame it on the public education system or Bush.

I got another political ad in the mail yesterday. This one told me that the candidate loved children so much that she continued to teach for free after being elected to the state legislature including paying a substitute when she can't be in the classroom.

I think I have more respect for the piano playing judge.


Monday, October 30, 2006
 
Well, as both of you know, we have been on one of them well deserved hiati. Well, maybe not all that deserved but we have been off on one anyway. BJB has given up blogging as he says all the good stuff he had came from me and it seemed better to just cut out the middle man. Can't say I disagree but I did find it much more relaxing to just provide the grist for the mill, or keyboard as the case may be, than to actually sit here and type. Back when ole Billy Joe Bob did the typing, I could rag him about the spelling, poor grammar and general lack of good housekeeping.

Now it is all on my not insubstantial shoulders.

What is it anyway with the religion and politics crowd? I saw a TV ad for some woman running for a judgeship (I think) who seems to think that the main qualifications for being a judge are being a good mother and playing piano in Church. Now, don't get me wrong, those are good things but I'm not sure if I put them at the top of my list of what I want in a judge. BJB just asked me who the ad was for and for the life of me, I don't know. If they don't have a picture of a little piano by her name on the ballot, I'll not have a clue.

I have not really been up on politics this season and the only TV I have watched has been a few episodes of Battlestar Galactica. The producers there seem to think they are deep and incisive with their allusions to current affairs. It is a good show though.

I plan to blog a little more often so be sure to stop by. I believe I'll spend a few posts on philosophy since that has always been an interest of mine. Don't expect anything about shadows on the wall from me. I never did understand that one.

I just threw in that last sentence there so you'll know I ain't a compleat ingnoramous.

No one is perfect.