Drunk In The A.M.

This Is Porter

2011-02-18T15:24:00.002-08:00

This Is Porter

2011-02-18T15:24:00.000-08:00

Get Him To The Greek

2010-12-27T10:38:00.000-08:00

Now this adventure into Hollywoodland will not let you down. This film is centered around a fellow named Aldous Snow. Mr. Snow is a rock star, a drug addict, and mostly a very sad fellow. A failing record mogul, who is wading in a waning music industry, is looking for a huge infusion of cash, with one big outbreak artist. Instead one of his employees Aaron Green, speaks out that a performance by Aldous Snow will be the "Game Changer". Now not to ruin this flick for those who have yet to see this wonderful film, I will just say this, Get Him To The Greek, is now my go to movie when I need to laugh. The nightmare of getting a drug addicted rock star, from London to L.A. is no easy task. Two thumbs up! Light up a Jeffery, and wash it down with a Gin & Tonic.

The Other Guys

2010-12-27T10:14:00.000-08:00

The other day I took a two hour break. During that two hours, I wanted to laugh my balls off. Too bad for me I rented The Other Guys. I do not recommend this movie at all. Try not to get swept in by the funny trailers you may come across. In the trailers, this movie seems to be very slap your knees ha ha funny. Yet it is as funny as having poop running down your legs, while you are being screamed at by your boss. Now I know it was a movie making fun of cop movies, yet when things are overdone, it comes off campy and droll. Why did they add two small cameo rolls, of "David Wallace" & "Gabe" from The Office? Just because you throw in two semi good actors, and a supporting cast of "Other" semi good talent, does not make a movie great. This flick gets two big thumbs down, and a bucket full of vomit in protest.

Ruined Lunch By Foul Mouths

2010-12-11T16:20:00.000-08:00

Saturday is the day I get to spend time with my three year old daughter. Those who listen to my radio gig, know all about that drama. These Saturday's are special to me, and more so for her. Today I, my brother, and my daughter, went to a place named Brain's for lunch. This is a place that my daughter's mother and I would go to eat, while she was pregnant with our little one. So it holds some emotional value to me, as one of my happy place's. Let me say this first off, I am a reformed loud mouth swearer. I had for way too many years a gutter mouth in public. With not one ounce of thought or care who I may of offended. Which after today, I totally get and am embarrassed of my former ways. With that said, lucky for the foul mouth mother fucker, that ruined my daddy daughter lunch today, that I am a reformed non hate filled person. I would of loved, to have smashed this cock sucking foul mouth prick, right in his ugly curse filled mouth with a broken coffee cup.

Maybe because I had spent the last few years living in the wonderful mid-west. Or maybe I have grown up so much since the birth of my daughter, it made my stomach turn, that not only I, my daughter, and my brother, plus the rest of the people eating at Brain's, that had to hear some gutter trash maggot talk like that. I would never have heard language like that in any eatery in the mid-west. If that went on the manager would of thrown the trouble makers out on their foul mouthed asses. Yet here in rudeville California no one said anything. If I was not with my daughter, I would of sounded off on the rude fuckers. Yet since I was with my little lump of love I held my tongue, had our food boxed to go and left. That is one difference between living in a shit hole like San Diego California, and the nice down to earth place like Davenport Iowa. By the way you fucking assholes, who kept saying at the top of your lungs, that you have to go to band practice, I am sure your band sucks monkey taint. Grow up you suck!

Fast Food

2010-12-10T14:12:00.000-08:00

All fast food is mostly evil. It is not healthy for you to consume by any means. We that said, I do consume some of the worst fast food on the planet. Come on I am a fat guy, with bad eating habits, of course I roll to the deep fryer to get a meal or two. Now in reality I only get fast food at most once a week, cause the darn fact is plain and simple, I am getting old, and carrying this load around gets a bit harder every year. If you are going to eat fast food, there is one place I recommend In & Out, simple the freshest, darn tooting the best tasting of any fast food burger joint. Now we all love Mexican food too, so if you have one near by go to a Adalberto's, for a shrimp burrito, or their yummy five beef rolled tacos's. Now to get to what has been bugging me today......

Last night I rented a few movies, I wanted a burger to eat for dinner as I watched a movie. I had not had a Carl's Jr. Western Bacon Cheese Burger in over five years. Sounded like a treat to me. Here is where it all went wrong. First the drive through was packed eight car's deep at ten p.m., so my thought was great the food will be fresh and hot. I get to the order menu, I say yes I would like a number blah with a order of onion rings and a Dr. Pepper. My bad luck was this crew was working tonight.

So the guy talking says, you want fries with that. I say no onion rings. WHAT...onion rings...LARGE? ....yes large would be perfect. Now I am always extra nice to those making or serving my food. Since I do not want spit or floor sweepings in my grub. Yet I knew my food was going to fucked from jump street. As I get to the window to pay and get said grub. Forrest Gump's less smarter gay cousin is working the window. I pay the 8 bucks and change for food I knew was fucked. This location of Carl's Jr. is on El Cajon BVLD in San Diego, you can refer to my yelp review to get exact location. Do not go there! I did not get onion rings, or anything that looked like onion rings. Instead I got a large box of soggy fries, that my fat ass dog did not even want to eat. My soda pop, was without syrup, since it was a large soda water. I can not bitch about the burger. This is way fast food sucks, before you say you should of complained right then and there, re read my fear of getting non-clean food. I would rather write bad reviews and blogs.

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When Your Bar Lowers Or Goes Higher

2010-12-09T14:31:00.000-08:00

I do think we all have times in our lives that we decide, to either raise or lower the bar. Now I must say I am not talking about a watering hole. The bar of life, that goes up when we are doing well, or lowers when we are not doing well. I think now at this time I am willing to lower my bar. It has been lowered by events, where I am trying to do the right thing. Why is it when you do right things tend to go wrong. Why is it when you do wrong things go splendidly wonderful. This time I am thinking of lowering the bar when it comes to women. I know you are thinking really dude, when was that bar ever high. No matter what you may think of my former loves, to me I loved them all completely. Those of you who do not listen to my radio show may not get my references. I have been wondering that, since I have loved what I thought were nice women, who ended up stabbing me in the face, that maybe I should find a woman that lives in a garbage can. She can have a bad attitude, she can be mean, she can be abusive to me, and she can say the most horrid things to me. It would be a step up from my last relationship. Now I have done my over six months of not dating, pursuing women, or pining for the one that hurt me so. I think you most spend at least six months scrubbing the last one from your soul as much as you can. Which is very difficult when you had a child with that person. When I look at my daughter I see myself, I see all that is good in me, I think it would be harder if I say her mother in her. I know that we always find our next love when we are not looking for that person. I sit at times wondering who that will be. I hope is a woman that will be happy with the person I am, and not the person they think I should be. I have only met a few couples who love each other dearly, and in this day in age that seems priceless, I hope that I can join the ranks of those few one day. If not then I know I can be very happy as a crabby old bastard, that can continue to give the world the middle finger. So here to lowering the bar, until I find that special lady to raise it with.

Tis The Season!

2010-12-02T20:44:00.000-08:00

Dancer Prancer & the elf sweat shop employer himself, work so hard to get your hard earned dollars. I will not sit here and write drivel, about how we should think of Jesus instead of gifts and some fat bastard in a red suit. I will not talk about candy canes, eggnog, or stockings filled with junk. I will say this about my own life. I love seeing Christmas through the eyes of my three year old daughter. I do try to teach her that it is not about the gifts you receive, that it should be all about the birth of our savior. A day to remember that in the end he not only gave his life for us, that it should be a day to give thanks to those we love, and to give to others more than we receive. Once again I am diverting from what I want to write about. Christmas time for me over the last thirty some years, can be boiled down to one image.

Every year certain T.V. networks run A Christmas Story 24/7. Which is just fine by me, I love sitting down to watch this movie at least once every year. It truly says to me it is time to think about Christmas's that have gone by, and those who were in my life at those times. This movie presents a Christmas in a time I was not born into. A time when things seemed a bit different. Not the hustle and bustle that we now know. Where a day of shopping at a Walmart, can lead to your stampeding death. Where most people have forgot that, this time of year we should be treating each other differently then we normally do. With kindness, love and mostly respect. Instead of the insane drive to get the best toys for our children. To buy the love of our better halves. To claw, punch, kick, and shove those out of the way of what we want. I refuse to do any of those things. I do not have to buy the love of those I care about with gifts. My daughter and nephews get the gifts, while us adult family members, sit around spending time with each other. Watching our children enjoying the Christmas, us adults had grown to hate as a chore. As we grew older we grew apart, now that we have our own children, it has drawn us all back together. As I sit here writing this, listening to Ralph's little brother eating mashed potatoes like a little piggy, I can not wait for that moment on Christmas day, after the kids are sleeping, my brothers and my sister will all gravitate to each other, and laugh and enjoy each others company. That is always the best part of Christmas for me.

The Criminal In Me

2010-12-01T18:08:00.000-08:00

Now I try and follow the rules that are imposed on all of us in this world. I try not to speed, use my blinkers, do not litter, do not steal, cheat, or murder people. Yet there is one law I hate most of all. This law is a law I love to break. Have been caught by other's breaking this law, where they fill justified to chew your ass out for. This law is undignified, yet I understand the reason for it. I try to not break this law in the light of day. It is mostly a law you can break in the still of the night. When there are not many people out and a bought. When shades are drawn tight to keep people from looking into your home.

Now if I can get away with out picking up steaming piles of my dogs poop, you bet your ass I will break this law. If I can get my dog to poop by a car door, you bet I will let the poop fly there. We all have defects about us, my hated for feeling warm poop in a bag is one of them. In the mornings you can bet my dog will poop, while I am chatting with some good looking lady. It does not say cool to stand there picking up a steamy pile of poop. We all pretend that it did not happen, continue with the conversation, while we are both thinking about the bag of dog poop I am holding. Nothing you can do about it. I get much pleasure when the street lights come on, darkness replaces light, and I know I can get away without picking up poop. Or on those nights that I can strategically, arrange for a poop by your car door. Sorry for those that get poop in the treads of your shoes, it is just the JERK in me. I also imagine the reverse world out their where my dog walks me and has to pick up my poop.

Julian Assange

2010-11-26T19:16:00.000-08:00

So with a new round of Wiki Leak's about to hit the web. Our nation's leader's are falling over themselves, to go to other nation state's to say hey we talk shit about you. I do not want this to be about what an asshole this guy is, for proving what assholes our leader's can be. Or that yes when America is at war, we do thing's to get the job some what done. I just want you to look at his picture and try and tell me he does not belong in a Harry Potter movie. He could play Draco Malfoy's creepy uncle, that spent many year's sneaking into his room late at night. No wonder way Malfoy is such a creepy little bastard. Julian has Lucius Malfoy's same ugly hair, the same creepy molester gait, and they go to the same tailor. I can image him saying in a creepy like voice, ssssshhhhhh Draco this will be our little secret, if you tell anyone I will kill your mother and father. I hope that it is not just me who sees this in this WIKI LEAK ASSHOLE. Mr. Assange if your WIKI LEAKS run drys up, give J.K. Rowling a call to see if she can hook you up with Lord Voldermort.

Rewarding Bad Behavior

2010-11-26T09:19:00.000-08:00

Let me start out by saying this. When your nation can not produce enough energy to maintain lights at night, you have no reason to be building nuclear weapons. You have no reason to be the aggressor. You are a nation that should be dismantling your military. You should be asking for help instead of brandishing your swords of war. It is sad that this sad sack of a nation can not feed their people, yet can produce materials for nukes. While their neighbors to the south can light their part of the country, can produce food for their populace, and can be in good standing with the rest of the world.

This great leader is not so great. He is the school bully, that tries to pick on the weak kids, not knowing the weak kid is not weak at all. He is blinded by stupidity, yet is it really his fault? When the Great Tardido lashes out at the world, does the world lash back to teach him that his behavior is wrong? Or do those super smart U.N. people point a finger at him and say bad Kim Il Dumb, they rub his nose in the piddle that he did in the carpet. Talking hard without action does not work with this Not So Great Leader. Sanctions do not work with guy. Sanctions have only hurt the people of North Korea, who already have nothing. If China will not deal with their out of control Kim Il Dumb, then we as America need to send him a Christmas gift early. One that is fired out of a sniper rifle and is wrapped in lead. Then we need to send the same gifts to his family. Once the leadership is removed, you tell the North Korean Armed Services to stand down or be destroyed. If they choose to fight, we can do this, start air dropping food to the people, with a note saying rise up against your oppressors we stand with you. With the sandwiches and chips that we drop for them, we also drop machine guns and rocket launchers. Let those who have been starved to the brink of death, fight back against those who have kept them down. I do think if we remove the Dung's from power, the military will stand down, since I am sure they would rather have Doritios and Dr. Pepper, then rice and gruel. I hope President Obama will not just talk tough, but punch them in the teeth with some rockets of red glare.

Fat

2010-11-24T18:02:00.000-08:00

This past Saturday night I went to see Tronicity play out out the Jumers Casino in Rock Island. The show was good but had a nagging feeling telling me to leave early. For that I am glad I had zero booze that night. As I was making my way home, the car decide to let me know it hates me. Lost power and gauges went bonkos. Engine died out in the middle of nowhere. Make it to the side of the road. I sit there tinkering with it, trying and praying that it will start get me back home. Yeah right! Except for the semi trucks hauling balls down the road there was not much luck at hitch hiking it to a town. Fat guy and having to hoof to a town before it shuts down. What towns do not shut shut down you say. That is what I thought until I moved out in the land of blah. So I man up and start my journey toward the lights off in the distance.

Was not like I did not already have problems, like my lady and daughter moving back to cali, cause mom did not like the mid-west. Not like I am struggling and juggling this thing we call life. So the darn car going to hell on me was icing on the cake. Since I wanted to curl up into the woods, and say F U to all things, I just kept walking, praying to the good Lord to have some motel, bar, or Mac D's still open with a pay phone. Yes since I did not have my cell with me.

I make it to the point of motels, gas stations, and food spots, that are still open thank you sir from above. Here was the thing, to continue to follow the off ramp and go the long way around, or go up hills to climb over a fence. Well climbing a fence is something I have not done since I was a teen. Did not think I would have too much trouble. AAAAHHHH yeah right trying to get my truffle shuffling ass over a fence what a joke. I have never been more ashamed of myself ever in my life till that moment. I could not get my fat ass over the fence. Not only did I ruin my favorite sweater, torn the crap out of my arms and gave myself some good bruises.

So I follow the fence line over mud crusted landscapes. Cool thing is a got a sweet friend to travel with a TICK. So after falling down several times I make it back down to the pavement. Scurry my butt to the motel 6 that was in front of me. No cash on me just bank card and credit cards. Looking like a crazy person, I walk into the motel 6 by the Quad Cities Airport. There was the nicest man working there who called me a cab. I will be going back there just to rent a room and give them some business. The level of kindness was really unexpected. Most people in CA would of been F OFF. So cab shows up, the cab driver was a right winger like myself and we chatted about Obama Care ect. I got home safe, happy, and sound. Just one more hard adventure for those that call me Drunk In The A.m.

On a diet and back to working out. There will never again be a moment in my life where I can not climb or hop over a fence.

Senate Bill 1070

2010-11-24T17:57:00.000-08:00

Racial profiling is the inclusion of racial or ethnic characteristics in determining whether a person is considered likely to commit a particular type of crime or an illegal act or to behave in a "predictable" manner. It is often confused with the more comprehensive offender profiling and has been perceived to be directed most often toward non white individuals. Although this practice has been common for centuries, the practice became particularly controversial toward the end of the 20th century in the United States, as the potential for abuse by law enforcement came to light.

Now here are my thoughts on what is going down in Arizona. With the coming election for Governor in Arizona, the current one was never voted in at all. Jan Brewer was the replacement for Janet Napolitano, who was appointed Secretary of The Department Of Homeland Security. Since Governor Brewer did not have to run a race to become the Governor, she was facing a race to hold onto her job. Now let me set the stage for my thoughts on this. You sit in a position of power, which you would love to stay in, yet since it fell into your lap, you must now fight hard to win the people over so you can maintain your position. How to do this you keep asking yourself. You know your border is unsecured, yet it has always been that way. How can you tackle the thoughts of safety, security, and the common people's thoughts on those issues.

You do know that the people are tired of the problems of illegal immigration, crime that results from drug trafficking, and the constant migration of illegal immigrant's traversing your properties. You need a huge flash point to get people fired up, so you can take advantage of the incident to keep your image in the peoples eyes, as someone who will protect the people.

Robert Krentz 58 Southeast Arizona rancher was murdered. He was murdered in cold blood by suspected illegal Mexican drug traffickers. While Mr. Krentz was checking water lines, on his property, he was in radio contact with his brother. Now the last radio message that his brother had from Mr. Krentz, was a spotty report of "Illegal Alien". So this has no become the "Flash Point" for the politicians.

U.S. Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, D-Ariz., whose Congressional district covers the area, issued a statement saying Krentz's killing is a horrible tragedy that deserves a swift and strong response.

"The cold-blooded killing of an Arizona rancher is a sad and sobering reminder of the threats to public safety that exist in our border communities," Giffords said. "It has not yet been determined who committed this atrocity or why, but I know that federal and local authorities are mobilizing every possible resource to locate and apprehend the assailant."

Giffords said if Krentz's killing is connected to drug cartels or smugglers, the federal government must respond appropriately. "All options should be on the table, including sending more Border Patrol agents to the area and deploying the National Guard," Giffords said.

Arizona Attorney General Terry Goddard said government has a clear responsibility to aid law enforcement resources at all levels along the border. "I call on our federal and state governments to work together to bolster the law enforcement resources needed to better protect Arizonans living on the border," Goddard said.

Meanwhile, Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer joined U.S. Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., in calling for federal officials to send more National Guard troops to the Mexican border. "The federal government must do all it can within its power to curb this violence and protect its citizens from criminals coming across the border from Mexico," McCain wrote in a letter to Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano, a former Arizona governor.

U.S. Sens. Jeff Bingaman and Tom Udall of New Mexico, along with Rep. Harry Teague, said Napolitano's agency needs to take more security steps and increase the Border Patrol's presence in the Boot Heel of New Mexico.

Now as I see it Senate Bill 1070, will give the power to police officers to, question people about their immigration status if there is reasonable suspicion the person is in the country illegally. My question is how does a peace officer decide who gets the suspicion. Will they be pulling over white people, or African American people, will they be pulling over Jew's, or Catholics, or will they just pull over people like myself, my friends or my family, who are people of brown skin color? Is this the American way? Will this new law stop the flow of illegal emigration? Will it stop the flow of drugs that come across or border every day? Will it secure our border at all?

Buffalo Clover

2010-11-24T17:53:00.000-08:00

The first time I ever heard the name Buffalo Clover, I thought about a buffalo with a four leaf clover. The first time I heard Buffalo Clover, I thought I had died and went to music heaven. I have not come across a voice that has stuck in my head like Margo's. Haunting to say the least. The best way to describe Margo's voice, is that first cup of perfect coffee in the morning, while you strike up that first smoke of the day. The next cup is just another cup like the next smoke. Yet those first ones in the morning are just absolutely magic. Margo's voice is exactly that moment. Now to say the music is a mixture of joy and a orgasm, would be a total understatement. I will not even try to put a label on the type of music they produce. You will have to do that yourself. Now with most band's of this caliber, there can be a level of arrogance, that is not the case with anyone in Buffalo Clover. Could be the fact that lead singer Margo, and Jeremy Ivey, who plays keyboard, guitar, harmonica, and bass guitar, are a happily married couple.

Matt Gardner complements, Margo's haunting vocal style, with a rich deep twangy sound. Which bodes well with his mastery of his plucking of the banjo. In a age where we are hammered down by horrible hip-hop and dumbed down pop hit's, I find Buffalo Clover to be as unique, as the last sunrise your eyes take in before you die, just purely beautiful. Take the time to experience pure ear hole pleasure. If you here that Buffalo Clover is going to be playing near you DO NOT MISS THEM. With all that said they are extremely down to earth people, with a wonderful out look on life. If you get the chance bend their ear at a gig, they willing talk with those that come out to see the perform.

Giving Thanks

2010-11-23T09:41:00.000-08:00

Once again for many of you this is the time of year to give thanks. Some of us do treat everyday as the day we give thanks. While it is that time to sit with those we love, or pretend to love, or just plain can not stand to be with. We still spend that day of Thanksgiving, giving thanks to all we have in our lives. Some give thanks for their new IPADS, or their new awesome phone, or all the useless garbage that they think is so important. I will give my thanks to those men and women, who will not be with their loved ones. To those that would rather be with the one that annoys them the most. To those who will give thanks to still being able to breath the days fresh air. Those who are not with their family, but are surrounded by their comrades in arms. Those that put their lives on the line, for our nation, for the rest of us to maintain our freedoms. For those that will lose a comrade in arms, who will stay next time them as they slip into the loving arms of God. I give thanks to all those that serve this great nation. To those that have given their lives, since this nation was formed o so long ago. To the men and women who have fallen, who have gave up their safety, their loved ones, to not be sitting on the couch eating pie, while watching the football game. Those who have a great love of their country, to forgo safety, to walk into dangers path, to not sit on the sidelines while others attack our freedoms. I give my thanks to the men and women in our armed forces. May God look after all of you each and everyday. May you come back to your loved ones unharmed. Without you we would not be able to sit on our butts, and stuff turkey down our fat faces. Thank you for all that you do for my freedom. God Bless each and every one of you.

Ice Road Truckers

2010-10-17T19:03:00.000-07:00

Never really watched this show while the all were trucking on the ice. Spent most of the night watching these crazy ass Americans, hauling on India's crazy ass roads. I am not one to like driving over bridges here in the states. Hate driving on the Coronado Bridge, all the bridges in the Bay Area, some of the huge elevated overpasses in California. Basically I am a huge pussy with heights. I sit here biting my nail's watching these crazy folks driving on road's that would make me have diarrhea in my shorts. When my uncle Gary passed away, my cousin's wanted me to go with them to the Lake Arrowhead area. Which you have to drive up the mountain road's to get to. My cousin lived up there, and was used to driving like a bat out of hell on those roads. By the time we got to the top of where we had to go, I told him to pull over, hopped out of his truck and began puking my guts out. Talk about a pussy I know, but those type of roads scare the crap out of me. Between looking at the the edge of falling and falling and falling to your death, and him driving like a turd bucket, with all the curves in the road, just made me sicker then some fool with bird flu. So I could not even think about what these crazy bastard's must really be feeling, as they travel over 6,000 ft in the Himalayan mountains. Make my stomach churn as I watch the come close to driving of the side of this crazy mountain. Lisa Kelly is a champion to be doing this, those other male drivers are just crazy. Rick Yemm should what being a American is all about, giving in to the hectic traffic and mayhem driving along the city roads in India, being pushed to the brink of anger, he pulled over to get a Woo SAA moment, by the side of the road where a bunch of kids, living with their parents in crappy tents. Rick went back to his truck, grab his jar of candy, to pass out to the kids. Then walked do the road to by watermelons for them and their parents as well. That one moment shows why we Americans KICK ASS no matter where we go. We are good hearted people will to give to those that have less then us. Keep on trucking you crazy bastard's!

Do not buy into the B.S.

2010-10-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

If I was to tell you that I was going to give you one hundred dollars, if you voted for me in this election. Let's say you said ok, I will vote for you, on the condition that you will give me one hundred dollars. Yes I say after you vote for me and I am elected you will get your one hundred dollars. You say that sounds ok, I am not one for politics, yet time's are hard so I will vote for you, so I can get the one hundred dollars. Now here is a better deal, if you go out and get your family and friends to vote for me too, I will make sure you have free health care. Wow you say!!! So I get one hundred dollars for voting for you, if my family and friends vote for you also, they can get free health care? Yes I say "You can count on me"!

So after I win and take office, you keep looking in your mail box for that one hundred dollars. Everyday you go out to see if it has shown up. You keep believing that the check is coming because I said it would. You still believe in me cause you hear me saying that "Free Health Care Is Coming". So instead of getting mad or feeling duped, you keep running to your mailbox everyday to get your one hundred dollars. Everyday your let down....you figure I am very busy and have just not sent it out yet.

You hear from your friend that is into politics, that your best buddy the President, just gave some corporation billions of tax dollars, yet when you get home and check the mailbox for you one hundred dollars.....it is still not there. You can not believe that some huge corporation got their "Check" for having their family and friends to vote for the President, yet you the little guy got nothing. Wait you think we got our free Health Care right?

Well as the months keep going on you never get your one hundred dollars. You are not feeling so good, and decide you need to go use that Free Health Care we all got. You go to the doctors, they ask for you insurance card, you tell them that you have Free Health Care from the President. They look at you and say sir, that does not go into effect for six more years, if it even really happens sir. We still need you to pay us to see the doctor. Since you can not afford to see the doctor, you get back in your car and go home still feeling sick.

So as you sit at home not feeling well, you decide to turn on your tv. NBC has the President on, you decide to pay attention, since that guy owes that one hundred dollars and that "Free Health Care". With the President saying he needs you to vote for his friends....he needs you to beat those evil republicans....he looks right into your soul saying, "I know we have let you down, I know it has been hard, I did not give you that one hundred dollars, I know I said you could get free health care,.....ah um I I I could not find the check book to send you your money, we did pass Health Care reform....it is just going to take a few years for you to use it, plus those evil republicans are holding us all back,......that is why my friend I need your help to help my friends out and to keep them in office......I will give you two hundred dollars if you vote for my friends this time,....We Will Not Let You Down This Time............

Hope & Change Right?