Where do we stand?

Where do we stand?

Let's see

On one hand Obama is president and I am pleased as a pig in shit

On the other hand

The world has gone mad

I should say simply is mad

That fat bloated despot in North Korea

Pay the fat pig and send him some of our useless

Young drugged out Hollywood starlets

Lindsey loahan or Paris some things like them

That's all that fat boy wants

To sit and watch a movie

And be listened too

He is just misunderstood

Better yet send him Dr Ruth

Is she still alive anyway?

Iran

Don't know what to say

Help

Leave it alone

Ice caps melting

People starving and unemployed

But most of all

The thing

That is getting me most

Is my damn feet

What is it about black people's feet?

I have a theory that we were bred not to have good

Feet

So that we couldn't run

That's a lie

Black folks run like deer

Ok

Then we can run but in time our feet will betray us

And turn us into kunte kinte

I had my first foot operation at the age of 35

I am not sure that I needed it

But it got me out of work for a year

I ran around in my funny shoe

Until I rebroke the foot

Drat

That surgery wasn't working any way

What am I doing here today?

The news has me so disgusted that I don't want to post any thing

I think ill start doing a food blog

Some thing dear to an old guy's heart

Heart attacks

And feet

Lord lord

Let me just lie down prop

My feet up and pretend

That all is ok

In the world

Let's lie ok