Apocalyptic Sunday

Well there's nothing like a Sunday at 6:00 A.M. to give one that apocalyptic feeling.
No sound on the street, just the occasional cat which survived of course. Each one
looking warily at you.
The cars are all parked with the fresh dew of the day on them. Although the odd one
is running. Which happens to be a cop car,you can always count on that, so you pull your cap down a bit, and avoid eye contact.
Fortunately, the twin bastions of modern society are alive and well. The coffee shop where primal needs are met.And the variety store where you can check last nights Lottery tickets, and then buy smokes to console yourself.
The conglomerates own and run these with the displaced of society, so the workforce is
endless.
Inside the coffee shop the regulars are there, each in their chosen spot.
Of course drinking coffee is secondary to all else. The news of the day past is being read,
or some literary masterpiece is being created by all the endless gibberish written down.
I stay just my alloted time, so as not to affect the balance of nature.

Review:No he can't by Kevin McCullough

More than just a play on words. This book clearly,thoughtfully and provocatively challenges the public's perception of Barack Obama.
This book is a must read for anyone considering giving him a second term.
If what is written is true, then the public voted for a person with a carefully crafted image, who promised yet did not deliver. Instead his actions have been self serving, much to the detriment of America's recovery.
Barack Obama has assumed a paternalistic attitude,rather than taking,let alone seeking the
counsel of others.
Israel,Iran,Iraq and Afghanistan have also been the recipients of his ignorance.
The author states"in not vetting the man who would be our President more carefully, we failed ourselves".
This election, the public will have no such excuse.
Thanks to the good folks at Thomas Nelson for providing this book free of charge, for review.

Two Blogs

Discovered I had another one entitled: Take Job(The bible dude) and Shove it (from 1996). Unfortunately it too has seen few entries (even less than this one!).
My apologies to my one follower. Perhaps I wasn't cut out to be a blogger afterall.
Speaking of cut, I realise why one would choose to "cut" themselves. (No I do not advocate doing so). I believe it to be their way of self expression. They are so lost in themselves and can't verbalize what they are feeling, so they slice themselves. It releases a part of them in the form of
blood. Kind of extreme, but it gets the message out.
What a sad commentary on society when people are reduced into doing so.
Thank God for those around you that love you, support you and encourage you.
One may never know how much they are blessed until they read this.