We May Have to go with the Onion

My son Rocky sent me a link to a Wall Street Journal article that scoffs at the idea that the raw unpeeled onion is something that will thwart off the flu. The article more or less said it is just folklore; wives tales, or whatever without any scientific proof.

I think, as much as humans scientifically know, the best remedy to prevent the flu is flu shots… plain and simple. Get your shot.

If you can get it. Flu vaccine is not being produced very fast.

Of course to get certain flu shots such as for the Swine Flu you must meet certain criteria: pregnant women; children in a certain age brackets; health workers, such as nurses and doctors, and other certain critical jobs will get their flu shots first… but most importantly, to keep this country going, we must see that those multi-millionaires on Wall Street be the very first to get their flu shots! If they die off, we won’t know what to do for guidance*.

*like who gets the flu shots first and who gets millions dollars bonuses.

Do as I Preach Not As I ...

On this day in history in 1988 televangelist Jimmy Swaggart was scorned by the Assemblies of God after it was made public he was caught with a prostitute.

He was ordered to stay off TV for a year but he was back on the air thumping his bible in three months.

Rules and punishment just don’t apply to the ones that think they are in the Holier than Thou class.

The Glover Mansion postcard

This is the Glover Mansion of Marietta postcard. See all the Glover family members well placed in the photograph?

Below is a picture of the same house that I snapped a year or so ago. As you can plainly see, by comparing both pictures, that the Glover people went back inside

The Art of Empowering

The man walked up to the loading dock. He frowned at the little short man with greasy hands and forearms that was wearing an apron.

The little man with the apron smiled and said, “howdy!” The man did not want to waste his time with this little runt.

Man: Sir, I would like to speak to the person in charge of this establishment.
Man with Apron: Ok. Go around the building, and go in the first door. Ask for Mr. Big Shot.

Man goes as directed and meets Mr. Big Shot.

Man: Mr. Big Shot I would like to speak to you about some modifications your company needs to make to stay up with your competition.
Mr. Big Shot: That is good. I have empowered that sort of thing to my number one man, Mr. One. His office is the first one on the right.

The man knocks on Mr. One’s door.

Mr. One: Can I help you?
Man: Yessir, Mr. Big Shot sent me to discuss with you some modifications that will keep you up with your competitors.
Mr. One: That is nice, but actually, I don’t know much about that kind of stuff, I empowered Mr. Hoot to run things like that. You need to talk to him. He is out in the warehouse, in a little office by the shipping door.

The man finds the cramp little office by the big shipping door and sees Mr. Hoot marking things on a clip board. He tells Mr. Hoot he was there to suggest some modifications. Mr. Hoot nodded, asked him to step out side, so while he talked he could smoke.

When they stepped out and the man started talking about his proposed plans, Mr. Hoot halted him while lightening a cigarette.
Mr. Hoot: Hold it right there, you are talking out of my league when you are talking about that sort of stuff. I empowered Harold to make decisions like that. You will find him back inside through the door by the fire extinguisher.

The Man walks through the door to find he is in an employee’s break room. A few workers are sitting around with their lunch boxes eating and watching TV.

Man: I am looking for Harold.
Man With Apron: I’m Harold, what do you need?



Later that evening Mr. Big Shot, Mr. One, and Mr. Hoot are having drinks at their club.

Mr. Big Shot: Boy, today was rough.
Mr. One: Yes, terrible pressure today.
Mr. Hoot: But we got the problem under hand – that is why we make the big bucks!

The Better Than Thou and Royalty at Dinner

Yesterday evening the President and the First Lady gave a white tie dinner for the Queen and her hubby. It is the first time the Bushes have had a white-tie dinner at the White House.

That must have been very tiring for our President… to have to learn proper dinner etiquette plus royal protocol – the do’s and don’ts of dealing with the royal blood.

I wonder if he resisted himself from saying, “Did I hear a ‘royal flush’”? when the queen returned from the ladies’ room.

It would love to have been a fly on the wall with a tiny little video cameras to record just how many times George put his foot in his mouth. It might have been a bigger fiasco than if the Queen had dinner with the Marx Brothers.

I wonder why the Queen carries around a pocketbook? To carry an I.D.? To prove she is who she says she is? Maybe she has tip money in it. In case of the ladies’ room at the Whitehouse, I am sure an attendant would be there to hand her what she needs and that would call for a tip.

That is one thing I have to admire about George Bush…. As high and mighty as he thinks he is, he keeps the formality of it all down. He is just as clumsy with his verbal blunders as I am – which calls for casual surroundings.

Of course, we keep our white tie dinner affairs to a minimum also.

I just thought of a cartoon: Bush's valet is holding up several ties beside a shirt and tux. Bush thoughtfully says, "I think I'll go with the fauxpas."