time to turn off stress

I can't relate how much stress. My dad has high PSA numbers. He hid a report for a month that detailed a difference in opinion between UM Oncology and a local Oncologist's assessment of aggressive level of his cancer. He has successfully fought off five rounds of that wicked disease. He has but one last series of fatal chemistry to try, but hasn't been given the green light.

In the interim he wants me to be friendly (cordial) to my sociopathic (ish) nephew. I'm not sure which sounds better ... open lead into my skull with a pronounced shotgun bang with low choke, a Bad Taste resounding crunch and splatter of gore and (in Bad Taste pigeon blood) with a nice leap from a high point or execution by lack of will -- stilling the heart.

Mix this with other personal issues that actually look minor now and you have my stress. Loud music in my eardrums ... an empty glass after empty glass. Jesus forgives and that's what I need.

Oh no ...

You got me all wrong. See, I've changed. Now I'm not the President of Russia, I'm merely Palpatine, or I mean the emperor, or the Dark Sith. Putin surprised no one by staying in power. I will no longer be President, but rather I will be able to liquidate the senate. Prime Minister, Emperor Palpatine. Six of one, half dozen of the other.

added value

I would also vote in the Clintons' dirty socks before I would elect Hillary.

Laid down by the underhanded

OK. I voted for McCain, so there. While I normally vote Democratic, this year, I went Republican and am MORE THAN likely to vote McCain in Fall unless he dies. While I don't like the battle twins, I especially don't like Clinton. Therefore ... I was sad to see that Clinton won Indiana. I was surprised that some counties were so happy to get her. I wonder if my theories on Southern Indiana and old Klan White Power structure are unfounded ...

Anyway, I saw Rush Limbaugh was not shy about trying to sway the vote. One: who listens to that fool? Two: I would assume his small flock of dumb sheep likely do what he says. Three: Hey, jerk! What if Clinton gets in, in the Fall?

I hope you feel small if she gets the nomination and gets in as President. That would be a scary, scary, scary thing. Now if Chelsea distinguishes herself as a more ... uh, moral, and less corrupt person, then she might be a good candidate. I would elect the Clintons' cat Socks over any Hillary Clinton or to give Bill any return to power.

So these salt of the Earth politicians never did anything illegal, yet have millions to loan to their own campaign? Wow! The Presidency really does pay! I always thought Presidents earned around a couple hundred thousand a year. That doesn't equal eleven millions dollars in my understanding of math.

her boyfriend melted

Well, I got the grand opportunity to eat with lady friends in town. They had some damn funny things to say. If you believe naively that woman can't be dirty, then here is your wake up call.

Well, one friend mentioned that a friend of her sister's had to return a purchase. The item was a vibrator. What I learned from my other friend was that vibrators are sometimes called BOBs, or Battery Operated Boyfriends. Well, the sad case for this fella was that he melted.

Now, get out your laughing that a vibrator melted -- I cried, and I'll finish the story.

Supposedly there was battery and wiring issue that caused the vibrator to melt while in operation in a drawer or otherwise not "busy" or "visiting". That would have been quite a sadder story had it fried itself during intimacy.