Kevin "Flag" Robinson Doing a fractional right now

Oh no. Who is going to pay for some of our liberal friends here on AR? How will the business owners who supposedly cannot afford health insurance, buy it now? Damn. They may have to buy it like the rest of us. Too bad. Hard work really sucks.

Looks like a serious mop job went on today. Maybe all those Tea Parties were for real?

Hey libs: Call us names, call mommy for help, but READ IT AND WEEP!

I had to go buy some cleaning supplies for my office today. The basics. I went to Home Depot. On the way over there, I realized that one of the things we may need was a new mop. Lately, with the economy in the dumps like it is, the big dollars are not flowing in like they were a few years ago. Our company bottom line is a bit weak so far this year. Maybe a new mop could solve the problem.

Oh, I did not come up with the mop idea on my own. I am simply not that bright. No, no. My President did. Not the Pres of my company, he is not that bright either. The Pres of my country. He wants us all to start mopping. I think we may need to define mopping first.

To our President's way of thinking, mopping means to buy more mops, or something that involves buying. What that amounts to is money. Money comes from somewhere. Even if our President thinks it is simply printed, it still comes from somewhere, or someone in this case. Us.

For all of the people who got excited about the mop comment, make a call to one of those debt reduction places today. Ask them if you can get out of debt by getting more in debt. Go ahead, we'll wait. Make sure and tell them in no uncertain terms that you had nothing to do with getting into the debt. Blame that on whoever you wish. Their answer will still be the same though.

So here we are, the people of this great country, who get to buy new mops. But, a lot of us have a different idea what mopping means. And today, in quite a few states, it is election day. Some may say "Mopping Day".

Lets clean up this mess.

Meb is my hero. Did you see him point to his jersey? Proud of it. No. Damn proud of it. No. He pointed to it more than once to get the crowd going. We were cheering for the man in our house. We already knew how he did, but we could not control our jubiliation. He even crossed himself more than once. The man is a Christian. He was so proud to represent America. It was good to see a person who came here from another country, became an American citizen, and repped for us, instead of some guy from some other country come here, use us, and then go win for his other country.

Meb is the real deal. Comes here and wants to become an American. Sure, he is real good at what he does. But, he wants to do what he is good at for America. He becomes a citizen and does it for us. He is even proud of his country. Hell Yeah!

Do you know any libs that like to tell you how the rest of the world hates us? We all know these types. They listen to some mainstream government controlled media, and they get brainwashed into thinking that everyone, everywhere hates us. Yeah right. These are the same people who like to tell us all how we should work to better our country, mostly by paying huge taxes, that they sure as hell are not going to. The same poets, who frequent coffee houses, and like to explain, while wearing their cardigans and sounding quite intellectual, that all of us NASCAR spectators, are nothing but a bunch of hillbillies. They, the elite, even though we can run circles around them in any kind of brain game, except name that newspaper columnist, simply have no clue. They listen to Pearl Jam and Green Day tell us how bad our country is. How every single person from every country in the world hates us. Victims of the public school system I guess. Maybe they should listen to Brooks and Dunn sing "Only in America".

Who the heck would want to be an American? Meb Keflizighi. I love the guy.

The man sat there in the dark. He knew is was over. He was totally screwed. The phone rang again. Damn! Would it ever stop. Will they ever give up? He knew the answer. He turned on the TV. God! Another one of those get out of debt commercials. That was followed by one from an accident attorney. Neither one of those could help him.

Debt. Talk about slavery. They own my rear end he thought. It used to be so easy. Want something that you can't afford? Just get some credit. When you start having troubles paying for that credit, get some more credit. Back in those days he never thought about slowing down his spending. He figured something would change and he would be OK. He was after all, a smart man. Heck, he thought to himself, a very smart man.

A few months ago, credit had become a problem. He could not get anymore if he begged. Damn jerks. The phone rang again. It was them alright. He owed them money and they would never go away. They used to just send letters once a month. Then once a week. Then the phone calls every other week. Now they were almost every half hour. Leave me alone. It is not my fault!

With no credit to rely on, he simply started writing checks. He did not really care anymore if he had the money. He was past that. He knew that he needed to come clean. Tell the people who were counting on him that they were about to lose everything. Even if they sold everything, they could not pay. No way.

The phone rang again. OK, OK. He answered it. Hello.

President Obama, this is Hu Jintao.

When I was 12 years old, my parents got divorced. To this day I am not exactly sure why. My sister and I ended up living with my mom, while my dad moved away. For some reason, my dad never came around to see us, nor sent us any money. I never saw anyone on his side of the family again. Financially times were pretty rough. I remember eating a lot of macaroni and cheese. I saw my dad once when I was 14. He brought me a birthday present. We talked for a bit and then he had to go. As I recall he was like that when I was younger. Always working and had to go. I never saw my dad again. He did send me a Valentines Day card when I was 17. I never heard from him again. I did not know where he lived.

My mom married a great guy, my stepdad, who became what I would proclaim to be the worlds greatest dad. He took real good care of us and helped us through some tough times. I only hope that I am a good father like him.

A few years ago, my mom got a call from a neighbor that my dads name was in the obituaries. My mom read the obit and found out that he had died about 3 or 4 months ago. Strange. They don't run those things for that long she thought. She called the paper to find out why it was still in there. They told her that someone had paid to keep it running for a few months. My mom asked who it was. The young man said he could not tell her but he could call the person and give them my mom's number. My mom had him do that. Minutes later, my dad's sister called my mom and they had a long conversation. My mom called me.

I called my aunt and have been in contact with her ever since. Over the last few years, she and I have done a lot of catching up. She pretty well filled me in on what I missed over the years. I tried to call her every holiday and sometimes in between. I always meant to go see her. Kept talking about it. When I called last month, my cousin answered. My aunt had a major stroke. She is recovering slowly but will never fully recover. Darn.

Yesterday, in my mailbox, I recieved a package from my cousin. She sent me a little book of pictures of almost everyone in the family. My wife and kids, and I had a great time looking through it. It is really all that I have of that side of my family. It was good for my kids to finally see that my family tree does split.

There were a few pictures of my dad in his last days. He had a bad case of MS and lived his last few years in a nursing home. It was harder than I thought it would be for me to see him, all old and withered. Not how I remembered him. I cried a bit. My wife says that our oldest son looks a lot like my dad. She thinks that I look like my dad's mom. Pictures do tell a lot.

I am making plans to get down there and see my aunt, and my whole new family. I will not miss out again, nor do I want my kids to.