Well, yes I did! I was a little late getting into the house so I missed part of it. My first few moments were spent watching Mitt Romney and the moderator parrying about whether his time was up and should Barack Obama be allowed to make his point. Sorry. I very quickly decided that this was too much chaos for my little mind. Two minutes is 2 minutes any way you look at it. Aren't there rules? Something like you get 2 mnutes and then he gets two minutes and then you each get one miunte for rebuttal. That is what I want to see. Yeah, order out of chaos would have been good. After that is it down hill.
And something else that bugs me is this Mr. Obama and Barack Obama. It is President Obama and Candidate Romney. President. I was taught way back when I was barely big enough to pee hard on the ground, a little thing called "respect." Whether it war President Roosevelt, Harry S. Truman, Richard Nixon, or Clinton, they were always prefaced with "President." I remember mom and dad listening to the radio which was a precursor to television. They would stare intently at that little box and await words from our leader. Vaguely I can remember the one announcement that announced the end of World War II. "The war is over. The allies have prevailed. The world is at peace." It was my president speaking. I had no idea what he looked like at the time, nor if those were his exact word, but he was the leader of this United States, and he was speaking to me.
We have come a long ways to end up on such familiar ground with Barack and Mitt. The respect is gone. They stood before me last night two men, debating or argueing, what ever, and I was saddened that the world has come to this. Not only did I grow up with President Harry Truman and President Dwight Eisenhower, but the principal at Nickerson Elementary School was Mr. Houston. My music teacher was Miss Barkiss. The man next door was Mr. Rienke. That was how it was. Anyone who was our elder was called by something that showed respect. Well, almost everyone. The exceptions were Whittlin' Joe and Johnny Carson over on the highway and Hank Windiate, the old guy up the street. Those guys were characters. So does that mean that the President of our United States and the man opposing him in the election are now relegated to become "characters?"
Now follow my train of thought here for just a moment. Could it be that this is one of the reasons our great country is in the shape it is in? The man who is head of our country today was elected by the people of this fair land. Doesn't he deserve any respect for that? I was in court yesterday and we had to stand up when the judge came in. She was referred to as the Honorable Judge of such and such. Then we could set down. The plaintiff called her "Your Honor." Slap that fellow with contempt if he doesn't. Just goes to show that we know the terms, we just don't use them. I think we need to get back to some of the basics and I rather suspect we should teach our children this little thing called "respect".
So this is my rant for the day. I shall get ready for the next debate between President Obama and Candidate Romney. Maybe Washington has turned our leaders into objects of ridicule and that is sad. I just wonder if we will ever be able to return to any semblance of what was long ago normal?
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And something else that bugs me is this Mr. Obama and Barack Obama. It is President Obama and Candidate Romney. President. I was taught way back when I was barely big enough to pee hard on the ground, a little thing called "respect." Whether it war President Roosevelt, Harry S. Truman, Richard Nixon, or Clinton, they were always prefaced with "President." I remember mom and dad listening to the radio which was a precursor to television. They would stare intently at that little box and await words from our leader. Vaguely I can remember the one announcement that announced the end of World War II. "The war is over. The allies have prevailed. The world is at peace." It was my president speaking. I had no idea what he looked like at the time, nor if those were his exact word, but he was the leader of this United States, and he was speaking to me.
We have come a long ways to end up on such familiar ground with Barack and Mitt. The respect is gone. They stood before me last night two men, debating or argueing, what ever, and I was saddened that the world has come to this. Not only did I grow up with President Harry Truman and President Dwight Eisenhower, but the principal at Nickerson Elementary School was Mr. Houston. My music teacher was Miss Barkiss. The man next door was Mr. Rienke. That was how it was. Anyone who was our elder was called by something that showed respect. Well, almost everyone. The exceptions were Whittlin' Joe and Johnny Carson over on the highway and Hank Windiate, the old guy up the street. Those guys were characters. So does that mean that the President of our United States and the man opposing him in the election are now relegated to become "characters?"
Now follow my train of thought here for just a moment. Could it be that this is one of the reasons our great country is in the shape it is in? The man who is head of our country today was elected by the people of this fair land. Doesn't he deserve any respect for that? I was in court yesterday and we had to stand up when the judge came in. She was referred to as the Honorable Judge of such and such. Then we could set down. The plaintiff called her "Your Honor." Slap that fellow with contempt if he doesn't. Just goes to show that we know the terms, we just don't use them. I think we need to get back to some of the basics and I rather suspect we should teach our children this little thing called "respect".
So this is my rant for the day. I shall get ready for the next debate between President Obama and Candidate Romney. Maybe Washington has turned our leaders into objects of ridicule and that is sad. I just wonder if we will ever be able to return to any semblance of what was long ago normal?
This is the novel I have for sale. Do not be confused by the title. Chapter One simply means this is my first book. There may never be another, or there may be many more. I am very proud of this endeavor and guarantee you will enjoy the book in it's enirety. Lou Mercer
