Why be Normal?

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I can’t help it.  I’m not deeply into politics, but with the onslaught of Rush Limbaugh on television voicing his racist, homophobic opinions I can’t help but add my two cents in.   I understand that Mr. Limbaugh will have no interest in me, a tiny little blogger, but if he can state that he wants the president to fail, I can state that he is a jerk for saying it.

Rush Unleashed, Mr. “I was addicted to pain killers and have been divorced three times”, is having a special on television Tuesday night.  Why do some people cling to the opinion of a man who can’t even get his own personal life under control?

When asked the question:  Is there anything positive you can think to say of Barack Obama, Mr. Limbaugh pauses dramatically and then states, “he reads a teleprompter well and has a good voice.”

This from a man who staunchly supported President Bush, and well, we don’t even need to discuss his shortcomings here.

 Mr. Rush Limbaugh proudly announced that he wants President Obama to fail and claims that this statement is not unpatriotic.  He stated that he wants President Obama’s initiatives to fail because if they succeed, the United States will be in worse shape than it is now.

How does a public figure get away with such irresponsible and wide sweeping statements?  Doesn’t Mr. Limbaugh understand that as an upper echelon member of the Republican Party he only degrades the party as a whole? 

Let President Obama do his job and critique it,  that is patriotic.   Hoping the President of the United States fails, regardless of your political affiliations, is unpatriotic no matter how you look at it.

 I was driving around looking at fall foliage the other day and came upon this street sign.  For the first time in over a month or so, this made me think of blogging and I had to snap a picture of Trouble Street.

I love the fall and the foliage here in Massachusetts is just breathtaking.  I take pictures of the fall foliage, but it is very difficult to capture the true beauty of New England in the fall with a camera. 

In pictures, you can’t smell the fall in the air.  The smell that says it is no longer summer, that leaves are changing colors and the snow is soon to fall.  You can’t hear the crinkle of the leaves as you walk through a pile or the sound of people endlessly raking their yards in a fight against nature.

What does this have to do with Trouble Street?

Since I have been spending so much time outside enjoying the fall I have let my blog sit neglected, waiting for a random post, anything to keep the love alive.  Here I am blog, it might only be a brief visit, but I worked hard over the past year to build you into the pile of muckety muck that you are and I haven’t forgotten you.

What I found funny and the posts I began with aren’t as interesting to me anymore.  I think I am changing as a blogger, and although my google page rank will take yet another hit for being a clustered mess of unrelated material, I will slog on and focus on better writing.

It’s fall.  The time to batten down the hatches, grab a few breaths of fresh air and hunker down for some serious hibernation.