Third party means four more years

Glenn Beck’s a funny guy - funny as in ha, ha and funny as in peculiar. Of late, in addition to advice on how to ride through the coming financial doom, he’s taken to a “nobody is good enough for me” approach to the Republican primary. Well, I shouldn’t say nobody. He’s a Bachmann, Santorum supporter of sorts. I should say he doesn’t support anybody who can actually win the primary.


Yesterday, he about knocked me off my lunch when alluded that he’d support a Ron Paul third party bid before he supported a Romney or Gingrich candidacy. YGBSM. You had better think that through Glenn. A third party run by any credible center right candidate is likely to hand the P-BO another four years.

Beck’s reasoning is that the mainstream Republican candidates are the same as the Demo-Dopes with the exception being the speed at which they’d drive the car over the cliff. Fine I’m with you. How many times has Lex posted the Boehner/Slowest Joe pic to make that very point? However, with time comes a better opportunity to, at some point, apply the breaks. A third party vote will accelerate our course toward destruction and thereby limit future opportunities to apply the breaks or grab the steering wheel.

I will not be at the bottom of the cliff in a smoldering heap proudly stating that I helped accelerate the crash by voting my principles in 2012. Vote your principles in the primary. Then, do the right thing for the country. If you cannot vote “for” the Republican, cast a vote “against” the P-BO. We should have but one principle in the 2012 election; send the P-BO and clueless clan packing. Guess what Glenn? We won’t get there with a third party candidate.

Things that have passed us by
I remember my siblings and me laughing at mom and dad and the shoe box of 8 track tapes they kept handy for drives in their Custom Cruiser with the after market 8 track player bolted up under the ash tray. I recalled this treasured memory when Lex jr hopped into my truck, shut off the CD player and plugged his i-pod into the dash. What the hell I thought, I’m my dad. What else has passed us by? In addition to the bits of stunning insight you get from the lead, as above, I’ll be adding some things that have gone the way of the buggy whip and three pronged pitchfork. Today’s installment:

Prank calls: Who hasn’t had the joy of calling a crazy number and asking, “Is your refrigerator running?” “Well then you better hang up and go catch it!” HILLARIOUS! Or calling the drug store and asking if they had Prince Albert in a can. “Better let him out. He can’t breath.” Or the best, calling your sister’s business pretending to be an out of work, un-bonded, redneck plumber willing to “work around” the bonding issue for a side job or two?

Since the inclusion of caller ID on nearly every phone these days, the joy of the prank call is nearly gone. I suppose I could borrow a buddy’s phone to call the Handy Andy and ask if they install outhouses, “Cuz I need one bad. The toilet here is stopped up bad after taco night, an the wife’s family is comin’ over for the big game. I was just gunna have em use the compost pile out back, but the wife wants sumpin a bit more formal.”

Sadly, it’s taps for the prank call as we knew it.