Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Cat Fights and Coffee Beans

Can someone tell me why certain political candidates think it's necessary to engage is such a verbal exchange as we've seen from Hillary I-Can-Wear-The-Pants Clinton and Barrack Vote-For-Me-Because-I'm-Almost-Black Obama? Give me a break! Sometimes I think this nation has gotten a little too caught up in soap operas and reality TV and we've forgotten that choosing a president isn't about who can sling the most mud or dig up the most dirt. The former first lady and Mr. Obama put on quite a show in the debate here in South Carolina. I'm thinking that if John Edwards continues to take the high road, he may come out ahead. What little I saw of the debate reminded me of a cat fight. Y'all know what I'm talking about? One of those tooth and nail, bare the claws and let the fur fly, CAT FIGHT! WOW!

But I'm not letting the Republicans off the hook. Did any of you receive that little promo from John McCain? It was an over-sized post card that basically told me the reason I should vote for him is because he's the only candidate who can beat Hillary. Excuse me? Maybe I haven't learned much in my 46 years of living on this planet and maybe I'm just too old fashioned, but I had this crazy notion that as a concerned citizen, it was my responsibility, nay, my DUTY, to vote for the person who I believed could do a good job. Do you really think I'm going to vote for the R.I.N.O. , aka John McCain, because he thinks he can beat Hillary? Let me go on record here, John McCain and Hillary Clinton are two sides of the same coin. Do some research and I don't mean reading the CNN web site. Well, so much for that soap box, though I may revisit it.

Coffee beans. Have you ever had the fun of grinding them yourself? It was something I'd never done at home. I've had them ground at the store, but, this was different. It's always been obvious that coffee has a strong aroma and too many times, it smells better than it tastes. Thankfully, my better half, that is to say my husband, has fairly gotten me hooked on Pidy. It's pronounced Pity and comes from Haiti. We have missionary friends there and Fred brought us some ground coffee as well as a nice bag of the actual beans. Charles and I ground some last night and WOW! I could fairly feel the particles of fresh coffee tickle my nose. But then, maybe we didn't grind them fine enough...Anyway, if you ever get a chance to sample some coffee from Haiti, try it. It's so smooth; you won't believe it.

So much for the blog today. Thanks for visiting!

Be blessed,
Janice
aka Miz Grits

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is using terminology such as Hillary I-Can-Wear-The-Pants Clinton, Barrack Vote-For-Me-Because-I'm-Almost-Black Obama and R.I.N.O aka John McCain any better than the cat fight of which the candidates are being accused? Is it any more edifying or gracious?

My conscious tells me I must vote for who will do a good job, which means, depending on the candidates, I may not be voting for the first time. I won't choose between the lesser of two evils.