I can finally pare back my verapamil dosage…

So, now it is okay for politicians to go back to using their inside voices, right? It had gotten to the point where I couldn’t even listen to my WCCO morning gang on the way to work any more (although Mike Lynch has always made that somewhat difficult). Many mornings I had to turn off the radio and ride to work in silence in order to escape the obnoxious political ads. My blood pressure medication can only deal with so much.
In order to prevent angry “outside voice” emails from pouring into my inbox in the days to come, I am forced to keep my opinions to myself in this blog. OK, just one little comment… If you believe the polls, then it should amaze everyone how ridiculously scary a candidate can be and still get votes from Americans. I don’t ever want to hear the phrase, “I vote for the best candidate no matter if they are Democrat or Republican.” That is laughable. Damn, there I went and did it…now I will get accusatory Facebook comments after my blog post…
I guess on the bright side, newspapers and radio/TV stations’ coffers should be funded fairly well for the foreseeable future.
I always think that humans of any nationality, race or religion should err on the side of tolerance. That comment shouldn’t be too controversial, right? That is common sense, right? When I’m being queried by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, I want to be proud of my answers.
St. Peter – “So, as you know Mark, all people are God’s people, right?”
Mark – “Right.”
St. Peter – “Tell me, how did you treat Muslims? People who weren’t the same color as you? Gays? Jews?
Mark – “Well, for the most part I felt they have all the rights that I have, but it would depend…”
St. Peter – “Depend on what?”
Mark – “Well, if they are Republicans?”
St. Peter – “Mark!”
Mark – “Hah! Pete, lighten up…I’m kidding! Most Republicans are people too!”
St. Peter – “Hey! Your wife was wrong…you ARE funny! Come on in and have some pizza…”
Well, okay, maybe my meds should actually be dialed BACK a bit.
***
Happy Anniversary to Kathy and me on Wednesday.
Nineteen years ago today, November 2nd, 1991, I was out of town when we were supposed to be married. We ended up getting married on November 3rd after I finally escaped the Johnson Motel in Windom after three days during the Halloween “Blizzard of the Century.” Nearly two decades later, I’m still scared to ask if I was worth the wait…blood pressure issues, you know.