Listening to the Rain
I can not tell you where I stand politically. In general, I say I’m conservative, but it’s a bit like how I say Auburn is my football team of choice-I have no idea what I mean. I do not watch TV I do not read this in the newspapers, and when people begin to discuss why their bitter side is good or bad, my eyes glaze over. However, when news gets to me that my team has won a victory or another, I smile, NOD, raised a fist, saying: "Come on guys!"
I’ll just go ahead and say it, since you are all he thinks anyway. I am what’s wrong with America today. And you are so right. And I’d like to change that aspect of myself, except that every time I sit down to learn something about politics (or football), I am truly overwhelmed by everyone yelling at each other. I become paranoid that the world is about to end and then I go to I Love Lucy.
So, I preface with anything to say that what I am about to complain about has absolutely nothing to do with politics whatsoever. And if so, I could not tell you which side of the barrier it puts me. And if you tell me, my eyes would probably start to glaze over. BUT:
As I sit here this morning (supposed to come prepared to work, but instead of blogging), I’m listening to the rain. The rain is expected to cover the South for the next ten days. And I think What a bummer is that I must take a half day of work today just so I can get on the road (all the rain) and trip to Atlanta (in all this rain) Just for a doctor appointment. Because I am a Georgia fishing. With Georgia Peach insurance. Georgia Peach And my insurance does not cross state lines. And tomorrow, after my visit to the doctor sanctioned insurance, I’m going to turn around (in all that rain) and back to Birmingham. Bada Bing Bada Boom-ma probably an hour appointment costs me 6 hours of driving and a tank of gas.
Am I saying that I want to throw our insurance system as a whole? No, I could not tell you what we’ve been throwing. Am I saying that I want to plan some leftists are throwing our way? No, I could not tell you what they throw, though generally I am technically against him (go team!). No, what I mean is this little facet of my life, this little toddler health coverage, I am familiar with, disturbs me. That’s all I say.
If I want to change this problem, I can very easily. I gotta new car tags, a new license, get a home in Alabama, get new insurance, and, worst of all, give up my status as a Georgia fishing. And let me tell you, Georgia licenses are way prettier than the Alabama licenses.
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