When it comes down to it, I’d vote for dirt over Obama…but nothing I’ve seen so far is as good as dirt (come to think of it, I like the idea of dirt over Obama).

First, I donated to the Cain campaign. I was excited to be on conference calls with him, I wanted to get campaign headquarters underway in our area. Then, poof. Boy, did I pick the wrong horse.

Now, I’m holding out that someone will put Palin on the ticket for Vice President. At least I could enjoy my little fantasies when she talks, and not worry about what she’s saying.

Let me simply say, this thing already proves to be awesome. It seems to track just about everything. I’ll post a better review later, but I first need to see if this advanced accelerometer properly keeps up with the time-honored activity of ‘getting frisky.’

What if he’d simply admitted it? Would it have mattered to you? If he’d told the truth, I’d have not thought a thing about it. The only thing that keeps me from sending things like that is that nobody would read them.

Folks, if you screw up, admit it. It’s easier that way.

Earl was my dad. A true modern redneck. A hard-working, deer hunting, bass fishing, union member, kick-ass guy. Me, I didn’t turn out the way he’d want. I can’t stand the thought of touching a fish, I hunt deer with a camera, and I work in advertising and public relations.

In his honor, I chose his name for my alter ego. If I become half the man he was, I’ll have accomplished quite a bit.

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