I haven’t written in a long time because, frankly, I thought I would be dead by now.
When you live with a colostomy bag you pretty much wish you were dead all the time, but somehow I’m still here.
And so are Those Damn Kids.
Over the weekend, the little fuckers TP’d my house again. It took Mrs. Aldrich all day Saturday and most of Sunday to get that shit crap out of my trees.
But I’m not writing about Those Damn Kids today, I’m writing about Mitt Romney (speaking of shit crap!).
MITT ROMNEY MUST NOT WIN THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION!
A Romney victory would be bad for me. Bad for Mrs. Aldrich. Bad for Michigan. Bad for the country. And bad for the whole damn world.
He wants to be President not because he wants to help anyone. He wants to be President because it would be the culmination of a career. The top line of a resume he has been filling out his entire life.
I’m not going to get into his shitty politics and things he plans to do to reward all those who helped him get into office. You can hear and read all of that everywhere else.
Frankly, I’m sick of it and wish it were all over.
This is a gut feeling – and I haven’t had many feelings in my gut for a long time (especially with this fucking jello and broth diet I have to be on until I die!).
I absolutely feel things… are… getting… better.
If Mitt Romney is elected, things… will… get… worse.
Life in Michigan has been a goddamned grind since 2000. There were no boom years under Bush – anyone who tells you that is a liar.
And this isn’t a personal attack on Mr. Romney (though it makes me sick that someone who is 65 looks as young as he does). It’s wrong to live an entire life and not put cigarettes and booze in your system.
How could you live through the 1960s and 1970s without cigarettes and booze?
And this isn’t a religious attack – though I don’t have many Mormon friends (they just never hung out in the same bars as I did). As far as I’m concerned, a person can worship whatever and whomever they like. I don’t understand how they believe the Garden of Eden is in western Missouri. I’ve been to western Missouri and I still haven’t got the stink off me. But that’s not for me to judge.
I didn’t even hate his father like many people in this state did when he was Governor for a few years in the 1960s. I had no trouble with him. He kept his hands off the auto industry and that’s all that mattered to most people in this state back then.
I’ve lived 89 years. And, no, I’m not better off than I was four years ago. Four years ago I could still use my ass to take a shit.
Health is everything.
Let me repeat, health is EVERYTHING. Money means NOTHING without your health.
And this country is about to put a man in office that values money over everything else.
EVERYTHING ELSE.
Health be damned.
What does he care? He’s never even had a beer in his life.
He’ll live to 110 without even so much as a cold.
A President like that has no incentive to finding a cure for cancer and only has disdain for those of us weak enough to be sick.
I just saw him this morning passing out McDonald’s french fries and Big Macs to reporters on his plane.
Perhaps it’s some long-term plan to kill off the opposition.
I’ll bet anyone $10,000 that that wasn’t his lunch. (I better not lose this bet, I have $106 in my bank account.)
I’ll speak at you next week…
Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids