I’m from New York City and we like to talk about things we
hate. For instance… I hate dirty cars, TV commercials, bad happy hour food, speed
bumps, Lou Dobbs, invitations to parties with instructions to bring something,
phony grocery store clerk conversation, tailgaters, neighborhoods that use the
same street name followed by “Lane”, ‘Street”, “Court”, etc, etc. It’s not
uncommon for a conversation between two NYC guys to start with “You know what I
hate?”
Although I’ve been blogging again for about a week, I didn’t
go live on the air until yesterday. I
figured that nobody would know unless I told them, but alas I’ve been
discovered by at least one friend. Now I’m feeling a little shy.
Today’s an important day for me. I’m really looking forward
to the New Hampshire primary results. I’ve never been politically involved. I
used to follow politics about as much as I follow team sports, but I think this
is going to be the most important election of my lifetime, and I really should take it serious.
Maybe it’s because I grew up in the US during the Cold War
when a nuclear attack was so likely that we had atom-bomb drills at school and
our parents were building bomb shelters in the basement, that I’m not really
too intimidated by today’s terrorist. I recently heard that here in the US you have 3,000
times more of a chance of getting killed by your fellow American gun owner,
than you do by a terrorist. So call me crazy, but I’m more afraid of these home-grown all-American idiots and gangsters with assault-rifles than I am of terrorists.
Later,
Steve
Steve
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