Beware the Low-end Guy

Low-end guys can fool you. You think they might be some smelly, flea-bitten, no account scoundrel you can spot a mile away. Well, maybe, maybe not. But a real LOW-END GUY can wear a real pretty suit, fashion a real pretty demeanor, and envelop you in some real pretty sweet-talk...

You know the type - the minister or priest who tells you what you should or shouldn't do, all the while doing some wickedly heinous stuff outside the pulpit, the politician that blathers on about tire pressures and indoor thermostats, but never checks his own, the financial whiz who promises great returns on your hard-earned money, then bilks you for your last red cent. The list goes on and on...

Do yourself a favor. Look for a guy who's had to pull himself up by the bootstraps, who hasn't had anything handed to him, who leads by example, and leans forward in the foxhole, who promises real change, and then delivers it through his own sweat and toil and tears. Look carefully enough, look past the rhetoric, look and think for yourself. Eventually you'll be able to distinguish between the high-end and the low-end guy; and, you'll know it has nothing to do with what they wear and how they speak.

Change We Can Believe In

Yep, real change - Daschle, Panetta, Holder, Geithner! A breath of fresh air! Something like the smell of the Jersey Turnpike on a ripe summer day. Harkens back to the days of Billy and Monica, doesn't it? An idyllic time for sure! And, that sound, that sound that accompanies that smell? Could it be the swooning sheep are beginning to bay? Baaah, Baaah, Baaah!