I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can’t get it out of my heart!
Sure, I’m a cockeyed optimist because, after all, there’s no place called Fingers Crossed, Arkansas; and, then, because there is this to consider:
When you say a situation or a person is hopeless, you are slamming the door in the face of God.
Not only is it poor manners to slam a door, much less slam a door in anyone’s face, you just don’t ever slam doors in God’s face – although:
I hear the human race
Is fallin’ on its face
And hasn’t very far to go…
It is with the door of SLABBED open that I’m stuck like a dope with a thing called hope that those in positions of power and responsibility – Chaney, those who serve on the Southern District Court, our Supremes, and the Fifth; Secretary Napolitano, the President, Members of Congress, the media and all others – will conduct a full inquiry of all Katrina insurance-related issues and offer balanced decisions.
Sop nailed the current problem in a comment he made of the Allstate Finance Board this morning:
I’ve come to believe the problem isn’t that Northbrook Il has a great number of people of questionable moral character, rather it is human beings being……well human.
On behalf of the SLABBED and with hope that human beings being……well human will show the better side of human, I offer this Irish Blessing:
May those who love us, love us
And those who don’t love us, May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping!