I used to be able to stay up all night attempting to talk women into having sex with me: sometimes it worked; and, sometimes it didn’t. Invariably I fell asleep before anything happened – because I’m a true psychotherapist – and, a good psychotherapist should never become enamored with the sound of his/her voice.
Elsewhere I have probably suggested that as a member of the Junior Lifeguards at Summerstrand Beach in Port Elizabeth, South Africa – I learned the art of “chatting up” the ladies from the Schwartz Brothers – both of whom would start working on a particular lady at about 10:30 in-the-morning, to eventually “score” at one-of-the club barbecues (braais), or, at-one-of-the club dances that very same night. I’ve only seen one fellow move faster – and that was ol’ buddy Marc S – who moved at blinding speed one night at an airport bar and restaurant in Pontiac, Michigan (he hand in this girl’s panties as she sat at the bar in 5-minutes-or-less [and I’m pretty sure that she wasn’t a hooker]
I guess I got onto this particular topic of talking “shit” to women – because I fear that Obama has been basically talking shit to us. The majority of the American voting populous got into bed with Obama – thanks to his powerful rhetoric — but really…what has the guy accomplished?!
He’s had about a-year-and-a-half in office, and, has done nothing! This Gulf catastrophe was absolutely gifted to him to demonstrate some heroics: ye olde “puttin’ your money where your mouth is”! But we’re 55 days into this mess – and it keeps getting messier! My Mother tells me that Fox News (the ‘tea party’ news station) – suggests that if only Obama would rescind some Jone’s Law (which Dubya apparently did during the Katrina debacle) – that any number of foreign ships could come in – and help suck up that oil. She maintains that Obama is too chicken shit to tangle with the unions.
It’s 2010 and the Gulf of Mexico won’t be right for many more years – Hell! Alaska still hasn’t recovered from the Exxon Valdez fiasco – and at Day 57 (I’m cheating on dates again) – the Gulf catastrophe has dumped 14 times more oil into the waters. What is the old adage? If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen? Well, I wish oil companies, like nuclear power plants, or refineries, or mines – would make their systems idiot proof and safe for the folks that have to share this planet with them (can I throw in military activity into this mix?). I guess that at least one inspector of the-rig-that-blew – requested a helicopter to get him off the rig – after warning the-powers-that-were that something bad was going to happen.
And I guess, that when people start talking shit – something bad ALWAYS happens (not that sex should ever be considered bad) – but, yes, even sex can be pretty bad at times. And Obama… this oil cum, this oil ejaculation — is one nasty orgasm that never should have been – and, it all started with somebody talking shit to somebody else – until the shit was piled so high and deep that only one fellow (with his eyes wide open) – escaped the shit flood.
Many folks tell me that my Ph.D. really stands for “Piled Higher and Deeper”; but I wonder if I might not have waited for my marching orders and might have thrown that lever that would have saved the day – instead of thinking that a shit talker really had any other intention but to screw me.
Next week I’ll be communicating out-of-Africa – as I am World Cup bound!