My Uncle and the Glass Boot

My dear Uncle loved his boot. He found it one morning while riding out in the desert between what is now Kingman, AZ and Flagstaff, AZ. He was riding his best horse, Roly Poly, up Hardmans bluff when he saw a boot upright with the bones of a lower leg sticking up out of the boot.
He pulled the bones out from the boot and buried them at the top of the bluff. Being a devout Catholic and a true follower of the teachings of Cathol he said a short prayer. He erected a small cross with the words, "One mans leg," carved into the horizontal board. My uncle liked to drink beer and used this glass boot for that purpose. But...

...there was a problem. The man who's lower leg my uncle found was still alive and Jewish. My uncle immediatley developed a taste for finer beers and wines. He also became quite a dancer.
One morning he was cooking scrambled eggs and humming hava nagila. I miss him. We buried him at dusk per his request.

One day an old man, the man who's leg was buried by my uncle, came back for the glass boot. I told him to go to hell and he limped away. I thought I heard him crying a little as he limped away so I turned on the lawn sprinklers.

J.

McCain? Why not?

Why not? What's the alternative? Obama or Clinton. A giant douche or a wicked witch. A smooth talking socialist who causes young men and women to ejaculate with the celerity of the devil himself or a broom riding Lilith eating babies and enforcing bureaucracy with a tiered system of fines.

The question is, and ask it loud and proud, What the fuck?

Twenty years ago if you were to ask the common man or woman on the street, "Would you like to vote for a socialist?" He or she would say, "Get outta my face, pinko!" Now they say, "Yeah coz da 'conomy be bad an' da evil corporation be killin' da common man. We need to tax dem 'till the common man be equal. I want munny." Settle down Beavis. What Beavis will fail to connect is that he is employed by an evil corporation, buys his goods from an evil corporation that coordinated those goods to be available at a lower price in his region, the taxes will be passed down to the buyer as the evil corporation packs its shit and moves to a country that will embrace the evil corporation's innovativeness, commerce, and need of a workforce, and when the evil corporations abandon the United States the common man will be forced to get off his ass and work. The common man will have to sweat, bleed, work weekends, and stress in order to lift himself and his family above the squaller that will follow the fall of the American Dream.

During the Great Depression, a man fought my great-grandfather for a jar of peanut butter. Following Hurricane Charlie, I man tried to start a fight with me for the last two-pack of unsalted butter (I let him have it; he had a child and probably needed it more than me).

Squaller will turn us into savages. During the Great Depression the Ku Klux Klan hit its peak membership and maintained high numbers for years, attracting such sycophantic scrubs as Senator Byrd of Virginia and the late Strom Thurman (both later disavowed the Klan but they are master politicians so the hell with them).

Love,

J.