God bless America! By the time the ink dries on this writing, you, we, will have a newly-elected president. I did not say a new president, just newly-elected, as I am not predicting anything. I am so tired of a bunch of stuff, and the ads are at the top of the list! We will all be glad when it is said and done.
We have lamented about the term of four years being too long or too short to complete the business at hand. Compare four years to this: How many eggs can hatch in four years in one barnyard? One pen of sows could produce how many piglets? Cows in one herd produce what number of calves? And one mother could have as many as four children - unless she has twins! Four years is a longtime. Or, on the other hand, it isn’t long if you stay busy. A prison term of four years is an enormous chunk out of a man’s life to that man. But the same length of time to a newly married couple seems like a wisp of smoke in comparison.
I have begged and bartered with the fellers at the coffee emporium this last week to just behave and talk about cattle and trucks. I doubled the offer to pay for the coffee and even throw in a lunch once in a while. They won’t listen or comply with my requests. All I wanted was some relief from the election. Maybe now, well, I can hope!
Clyde and George almost go to fist city at least once a day. George cannot keep his thoughts to himself, nor does he want to. He would rather stir up a storm than eat when he is hungry, and Clyde is happy to oblige him. They fuss over the smallest, most trivial things and one or the other goes away with his feelings bleeding. You’d think the daily scarring would toughen them up or teach a lesson. This democracy is a dangerous thing, but we gotta have it!
My close relative has her candidate picked out and she has been working on the offspring. She encourages them to vote early, voteright and does not skip a beat when informing them of the negative assets of the rival. She is not loud, just uses her deadly right voice. This family knows about that tone and we pay attention. I suppose the offspring will do as instructed; and if they dare to deviate in the booth, they will never tell!
I was dragged, literally, to the poll to vote early. The battery was dead in the hay truck and I got my close relative to pull the truck to town. I parked it by the feed store, a lot closer than dragging it out to the house, and thought we would go right to town to get a new battery. Nope, we went immediatelyto vote and then had to stand in line. Standing in line for early voting is a big deal to me. Folks exercised their right to vote in this election. First day and the place was crowded. Glory be!
It is my opinion, and everyone has one, many will be thrilled and many will weep, but we must remember that our country is in the hands of the Almighty. He puts them in and He takes them out. Ours is not to reason why, just to pay the dang taxes, buy high-dollar hay and die!
Bill is a pen name used by the Gravette author of this weekly column.
Opinion, Pages 6 on 11/14/2012