Friday, March 31, 2006

Whatever Will I Do?

For a moment, let me sound like a clandestine Democrat caller to a right-wing talk radio station:

I am a Republican sired by Republicans. My parents wanted to donate extra to Reagan's first presidential campaign, so they signed me up as an infant and donated another $1000. I have always voted party line, I have listened to right-wing talk radio (Rush, Hannity, Glenn Beck, Michael Medved, Dennis Prager, Hugh Hewitt, Mark Larson, and a couple others here and there) throughout my adult married life.

We are now at a crossroads. Crazies in the Middle East want to kill us, and are sending some of their mates across our Southern border to infiltrate us. Crazies from Latin America are here in my beautiful country and want to slice off some of it for themselves. The solution to a lot of these problems would be to secure our country, insulate it. And we don't have the political will to build a wall? It's more necessary than the Great Wall ever was, and at an easy cost to bear.

My Republican party wants to ignore the will of its people to squeeze out extra donation dollars. And they appear to be afraid of repurcussions from the separatist sect of our Latino population (Yes, separatist. From La Voz de Aztlan to the crazies flying the Mexican flag around our country, they're separatists). Well, I must discern which course of action will make them more afraid of me as a voter, than anything a separatist Latino could do.

Do I leave the Republican party? Do I stay in it and scream? Stayin in it and sending money to them only led them down a road to where they are now. I can't imagine rewarding them for what they're doing now.

Give me my country back, or give me a new politcal party. At a minimum, I will be de-registering as a Republican if they don't fix this problem post-haste.

Thus has Punctilious written.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

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So airlines (yes it's been awhile) want to charge extra for the "comfort of aisle seats? Ever had your elbow hit by the cart a dozen times during a flight as the stewardess passes by? Or have someone trip onto you when the plane shifts slightly during flight as they stumble half-drunken, half-sleepily into your arms? All 300 pounds of them? Brilliant idea. How about increasing service, making the ride more pleasurable? That would be worth paying for.