It doesn’t matter what you call it
You know all of these annoying hyperlinks in all of my posts? It’s to keep myself honest.
Won’t tell you that the smartest man in the US’s was a Long Island bouncer or that what you think of as cinnamon is probably something called cassia unless I can prove it to you.
Recently told a young guy that the Republican Party was founded for the main purpose of stopping slavery and that Abe Lincoln the first Republican. He didn’t believe me.
Grew up in quiet appreciation of Reagan saving the world and Giuliani saving my hide.
But George W. Bush’s speechwriter David Frum noted that the Republican party went horribly wrong when they took the track of convincing people that the Democratic Party was looking to kill babies and grandmothers. They got the very dregs of the party.
Do you know why people become a genre of a person? The liberal flower power girl, the bow-tie wearing conservative? Cause it makes hard decisions easy. Simply parrot what the person to the right (or left) of you is saying and say it with enough umbrage that no one will question you.
Answering with reasoned thought seems to not be in vogue any more. Politics has chosen to let people who respond as children – with anger, hatred, and ranting – set the scene for discourse. And if I say anything, I’m not a true Republican.
It appears Nixon wasn’t a true Republican either, as it was his plan Obama passed. Nor is Yale educated Frum. Nor is conservative Harvard educated speechwriter, Ben Stein.
If Sarah Palin represents the best of what we can offer, take my business elsewhere, thank you.
One more stupid fact: what we call cream cheese is actually the screw up of an old French cheese called Neufchâtel. But what we call light cream cheese is actually Neufchâtel.
My point’s essentially the same point as the last entry: that I don’t care what you call it. Things are what they are.
Location: 5AM, awake in bed
Mood: annoyed
Music: love me or hate me, it’s still an obsession
4 replies on “Neufchâtel”
i like this post. 🙂 thanks!
and go big red!!!! for the valiant effort and the sweet 16!
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