Just a quick thought this beautiful Saturday morning…

Do you think that with all of the energy/time/money/etc, etc, etc the Republicans have put into the supposed “scandals” about President Obama something productive might actually have happened in Washington, D. C.?

Just a question…

Inquiries into this, commissions into that, twisting themselves into quadruple-triple-double-axel-handspring-backflips off the high dive trying to get something to stick…trying to tarnish the President’s image…trying to…well, what exactly?

Why is it so God-Almighty-important to paint President Obama as this horrible thing mired in “scandal” after “scandal?”

I don’t get it.

I was just sitting here thinking how productive these people could be if they actually did their jobs (which is to represent the people that elected them in the first place) instead of running around like chickens with their heads cut off (can you just imagine Darrell Issa’s body without it’s head flapping his arms and running in circles…the head laying on the ground squawking “Benghazi…Benghazzzziiii……”…fade to black…).  And good grief, I  am in no way insinuating this should happen…my mind just got carried away for a moment.

I really truly find the Republicans’ attempts to pin something, anything, on President Obama somewhat amusing…ludicrous…infantile.  However, at some point the circus has to pack up the tents, load the animals on the train, give the mustached lady and the strong man a break…and go home!

Sheesh…enough already.  Can’t you guys just let it go?  Your guy (well, your last two guys) lost the election.  I know, I know.  To a…GASP…black man.  But, get over yourselves.  Grow up.  This is not junior high.  This is the real world.

Accept it.  Do your job…do right by the people who asked you to do your job.

And maybe take a humongous CHILL PILL while you’re at it.

Great…now I’ve infused my beautiful, peaceful Saturday morning with junk.

Garbage in, garbage out.  That’s what I get for reading the internet.

We’re off to Steamboat (our second favorite place to hang out…Jackson wins the number one spot..hands down!)…to play in the pool!  If I can talk the munchikin into it, we’ll also go for a run along the river.

Then, we’ve decided to buy some flowers to fill in the spot in front DECIMATED by those cheeky bastards last year.  (See photos below for before and after…you’ll have to be sitting down as the shock may cause a compensatory response altering the flow of blood to the brain…at least it does for me every time I see it.)

So…have a lovely, “scandal”-free day!!!

008 006

(Definitely depressing isn’t it?)  I’m not supposed to put up pictures of the cutie patootie above, so I’ll take this down after a while, but it’s the only one with the flowers I can find.

UPDATE:  I just removed the “before” pictures as the little munchikin was front and center.  Part of the agreement for me to keep “blogging” was no pictures of her.  So there you go.  Suffice it to say, the garden was spectacular last year…not so much this year.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s