Silver wings upon their chest

The greatest football team, with a storied history err storied program, whatever that means..."storied program"????? We moved up to #5th. The Spoiled Children, with ONE LOSS, jumped us. The orange non-homophobic tree-hugging hippie freak- Americans that hate merica beat the toothless land theives this weekend.

WE PLAY the fightin Texas Aggies at Kyle Field. I hope its not a good game, but knowing the situation, it will be good enough to just win.

I'm currently in one of those, 'what does it all mean' phases tonight.

Let me list the stuff I want to do before I get too old.

1. I want to hike the Appalacian trail. Appalashun? Appalation...whatever..its that one. I spelled better when I drank.

2. I'd like to play poker in one of those tournaments on television.

I was also thinking about what things are going to be like here in the good ole USA the next few years with all this financial meltdown ripple effect.

I think people are inherently aweful. This whole depression deal will exacerbate things. What happens when our currency is half of its worth now and nobody will sell us oil? How long will it be before we turn on each other? On the upside, I betcha we all lose some weight! Those silly Wall Street muckety mucks...lookin out for obesity!

These are drastic measures folks.

Western governments are moving to socialize their banking and security trading aparatus to "protect" their solvency. That was last week. This new global economy means that when 100 million loans are bad here in the USA, and they were packaged ...wait...wait..lemme put it you this way.

This whole deal revolves around the corruption of FAITH and VALUE. ......no sorry....thats too complicated.

OK...I GOT IT!

This whole deal is like when your 16 and you get a fake ID and you go to a nasty titty bar on Harry Hines Blvd for the first time.

It's $20 to just get in. Beer is 6 bucks for Keystone. The place has only 3 dancers and one is 7 months pregnant. But you dont care right? Cause THIS IS FINALLY a TITTY BAR! Yep, here ya go...heres my money. Sure we'll take the champanette! The night goes on and on with three songs from Winger and ghey ass Bon Jovi. Finally, you realize that not only are you not getting laid, but your also broke and just plain DUPED! Your first instinct is to say, "Damn that was fun! wasn't it?" But really it isn't, and you know it.

Perhaps that was a bad example. Back to faith and value. Until "they" can restore that, no amount of bailout will be suffice.