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 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!