Two Cents Worth
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Maybe I just watch too much TV.
There is just so very much interesting stuff going on right now. The presidential election in the States is beyond riveting. It’s like watching a train wreck – you can’t stand to see but you can’t stop looking. If there isn’t something new to say the past is regurgitated.
The candidates, presumptive or otherwise, seem to be stuck on highly descriptive terms like temperament, judgment, presidential, unqualified and such. These words have been tossed about by both sides for so long none of them mean anything anymore. I figure just to aspire to that position you have to be a bit nuts anyway. Who in their right mind wants to go through all that?
The news media picked up a few key maxims they continue to use over and over again. In reference to some of Trump's earlier, outlandish statements they say he is now, “dialing that back” or “walking that back.” If he gets offensive they say he’s “going in the weeds.” If either candidate repeats something they think scores points, the pundits say they are “doubling down” or “tripling down” on that issue. And just when is Trump going to “pivot?”
Like I have said before, the thought of Trump becoming president is scary and the fact so many others, those voting for him, think like he does is even more scary.
I have also been watching Wimbledon. It’s all been spread out some with all the rain but they are getting all the matches in. Spent a few days with my sister, who is also a tennis fan. When we were out and about doing fun, holiday things during the day we could always come home and catch up in the evening as they replayed the various matches.
A lot of TV ads right now talk about home grown, seasonal fruits and vegetables. I think shopping local is the best. A while back, before our strawberry season was on, I bought a pint of strawberries at the grocery store. Because they looked so good I never thought about where they came from. At home I washed them and proceeded to clean them. The top few were lovely but once you got down into the container, not so much. They were small, some discoloured and some hideously misshapen. Some were so far from strawberry shape to be termed mutant. It was all very weird but I cut them up and poured on the sugar.
Now you know the best part of fresh strawberries is the wondrously sweet syrup created by the sugar. Well, these transmogrified specimens didn’t create any juice whatsoever. They didn’t even melt the sugar and they had no flavour at all. So what is it we are eating?
Went to a local farm and bought some. They were all the same size, the right shape and so sweet and delicious you didn’t even need sugar. I added some anyway just to make the liquid I love so much and in no time the bowl was half full of the most delicious nectar ever.
Commercial are supposed to make us want to buy something. Have you seen the new commercial for crispy chicken? The spokesman, who used to be a gentle, grandfatherly type man, who you knew wouldn’t say anything that wasn’t true. We all love his chicken. The new, and I suppose to those who created him, modern, updated version is an overly tanned, open-shirted, smooth-talking, sleazy, slimy, creepy guy who when he says, “Crispy Chicken,” it sounds like “Hey, little girl do you want some candy?”
I am never going to buy crispy chicken.