Because I Like Ice Cream Better

I once heard a story about a dad who had to do errands downtown and took his eight year old daughter with him. The dad had been under a great deal of stress and as they were on their way home he glanced in the rear view mirror. His daughter had a huge smile on her face. Her dad asked her what she was thinking about and she responded with, "Ice cream."

Isn't that just like a child to have those thoughts? This Sunday morning I've been giving this particular story a great deal of thought. I wonder if a man on the street interviewer asked people what they felt about the past two years. Would some of them respond with, "It's been the best two years of my life." Do me a favor. If you can find just one let me know, excluding, of course, those who survived serious injury or death.

I'll be honest with you. Beginning in March of 2020 and up to today I have never experienced a period of time so horrid as what I've been through mentally: Covid, negative news stories, Ukraine, Joe Biden, a so-called insurrection, our southern border allowing organized gangs to come across freely, drug deaths and sexual monsters selling kids, inflation worse than anything I've witness and the beat goes on.

The Queen and I were chatting over coffee this morning and I'd finished reading one of those articles that made my arm hairs stand on end. It doesn't matter the contest of the story but it was flat out nauseating. And then I told myself, "Enough of this." And I said to Her Majesty, "I'm not going to watch the news, not even Fox. I'm not going to read news stories. All they do is make me want to kick the livin' poopy-doo out of women, children and flaming Democrats. I've noticed in the past six months my temper sometimes gets out of control. I'll go to confession thinking this'll calm me down and I'll walk out of the church and a bird will drop a bomb on my head. And the negativity starts all over again.

I promise not to insert political stories in this blog. It's going to be more difficult than I know because everything that goes on in this world is political. Example;at last week's State of the Union Joe Biden talked about how horrid it is to have to bring flag covered caskets home from a conflict. Did he mention the boys and girls who died in Afghanistan? No, of course not. He talked about his son, Beau, who died of brain cancer and never served in a war--- period. This is called gaining sympathy for yourself and your agenda. 

 As a movie actor once said in a film, "I'm damn mad and I'm not going to take it anymore." Well, I'll not take it, either. I'm not going to watch what will cause me to drive my car into the Columbus Dispatch building. I quit.

Oh, as for ice cream. My favorite is double chocolate fudge ripple cookie dough. Thank you.