Super Committee

In Washington they got this new thing they calls a super committee.  It ain't really nothing knew.  They been doin it for decades.  Folks on Capitol Hill gets the bright idea to appoint a few smart fellas to a committee to study a partcular problem.  After they study for a spell, they comes back with a whole passel of solutions.  Then our reprehensible congressmen dutifully debate and discuss,them solutions.  After all the debatin is done, they dissolves the committee, throws the solutions in the trash can and starts all over from scratch.  Happens every time. 



Quotation Corner:  I think Mark Twain was speakin of poiticians when he wrote,  “It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so."

Political Right and Left

I suppose they's a lot of smart folks in Washington.  Most of em got degrees in somethin or other.  Mr Romney, he got a law degree. Mr Cain got a masters in computer science.  Mr Perry own a bachelors degree in animal science.  Mr Obama he too got a law degree.  The sad fact is there ain't one man in three could tell you what schoolin them fellas had.  If you asked most folks, 'bout all they could tell you is one's a mormon, one sold pizza, one's from Texas and one was hatched in Hawaii.

Nowadays politics seem to be more about right or left 'stead of right or wrong.  And if you just plan on votin' for the best man, you can forget it cause he ain't runnin.


Today's words of wisdom: "Always drink upstream from the herd".

Countin Stuff

I hear tell recently they is seven billion people what live on this here earth.  What concern me is who the feller is a counting all them folks.  That sure is a powerful lot of people for anybody to be trying to number 'em.  It seems like nowadays we have to count everything from the number of people walkin' top side to the number of roastin ears in Nebraska.  Course I know its mighty important to know how many barrels of oil they is in Iraq or how many nuclear warheads we has got stored away in some mountain.  Ain't nobody more concerned 'bout those important things than old B.B.  But how come we ain't never heard of nobody countin' things that common folks really care about.  I sure would be curious to know how many barrels of Jack Daniels we got stored away for a rainy day. 

Before I sign off for the day let me pass along this bit of sage advice from a wise old philosopher name of Satchel Paige: "Ain't no man can avoid being born average, but there ain't no man got to be common."

In the Beginning There was B.B.

Old B. B. been around  a long time.  Some folks around Washington used to say I was so old, I must'a been Strom Thurmond's third grade teacher.  Of course that weren't true.  Heck, I never made it much past third grade myself.  And most folks I meet don't have the foggiest notion who Strom Thrurmond was.  So I guess I am older than dirt.  That's okay though.  I'd rather be stomping on the  grass than pushin' up daisies. 

But whatever happened to the good old days when our politicians had flair.  We had great nicknames back in the day.  Remember ol' Silent Cal and Give "em Hell Harry.  If that's too far back, how about Dutch Reagan and Tip O'Neil.  And who was the genius what slapped the handle "Newt" on Speaker of the House Gingrich. 

I guess that's a sign you're a gettin' old; when a man would rather look back than forward.  I seen a lot things happen in my time.  Some good, some bad.  Some funny, some sad.  But its been an interesting life.  Stick around and I'll tell you about it.