Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my pretty valentines!  How are you? That snowstorm last week gave us a taste of what winter is supposed to feel like around here.  It’s hard for me to believe that as a child I loved to play in the snow.  Today, I despise it.  I enjoy scenic winter views as much as anyone.  My problems arise, however, when I have to deal with the snow and ice personally.  Scenic views won’t slip you up and put you in the hospital.  Black ice will do that in a heartbeat.

Tomorrow is when we celebrate VD.  Valentine’s Day, that is.  Be sure to show that special someone in your life that you love and appreciate him or her.  A gift, a meal, flowers, candy, just some words, whatever, take some time to share your feelings with your loved one.  Big, expensive, fancy gifts are wonderful, but giving of yourself is the best. I ask all of the Irregulars and regulars to be my valentine.

Why don’t friends of Mr. Mayor Dickert have to pay property taxes?  Why are the rest of us forced to financially support Mr. Mayor’s friends?  Failure after failure after failure is piled upon residents’ backs while Mr. Mayor’s friends don’t pay their “fair share.”  Mr. Mayor begs churches for money while his friends don’t pay property taxes.  What is wrong with City Hall?  Why do our “representatives” (aldermen) allow these conditions to continue?

I read about the Pope retiring and my response was, “Good.”  I’m not a Catholic, but I realize that Catholicism is a large and influential religion.  One reason I don’t like Pope Benedict may seem superficial, but he is the leader and face of the Roman Catholic Church.  I don’t like the way he looks.  Mostly, it’s those dark circles under his eyes.  He looks like an emissary from hell.  The other reason I don’t like him is because, as Cardinal Ratzinger, he actively hid and protected pedophile priests. Lots of them.  Maybe he is an emissary from hell.  When the latest round of pedophile priests broke out in Europe, the Pope cried and said that the accusers and critics were hurting the church.  That’s right: it’s the victims’ fault. Someone like that doesn’t deserve to be Pope.  Oh my.

Sorry for so much soapbox this week.  Here’s something a little more lighthearted:

Thank you, my dears, for reading my blog this week.  I always appreciate your comments. You are my raison d’etre.

Don’t have a valentine? madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Don’t eat too much candy tomorrow.  Send it to me, instead.  Tee-hee.  Be careful when you’re walking or driving out there.  I love you all. Valetudinarian!