So many pigeonholes, so little time.

I can’t figure out who I am speaking for when I speak for myself.

Am I a “senior citizen”? Am I an “angry white man”? Am I a “veteran”? Am I one of the “poor”. Am I a “worker”?

Since I am able to answer “yes” to all of those questions, I get a little confused when the babbling class starts making assumptions

about what I want and the political class starts telling me what I need based on their assessment of what pigeonhole I fit into.

Suffice it to say that, while I plead guilty to being an angry old poor white male veteran in the work force, I am, above all else, an American citizen, and I am deeply saddened by what is happening to my country. I’m sick of watching a gaggle of pampered politicians flitting about our nation’s capital like Dukes and Duchesses and Potentates, explaining to us ignorant slobs in our little pigeonholes how they are planning to “take care of us” by bankrupting the country. Who asked ‘em to do that?

We have a large flock of guys and gals running the show up there in D.C. who have never been poor “feelin’ the pain” of us “po’ folks”. You have a bunch of trust fund babies who never had a real job talking about what the workin’ folks need. I used to think Barack Obama was a one trick pony (give him an hour and a teleprompter and he’ll make a rousing speech about anything). I’ve changed my mind. He’s not even a real pony, he’s a no trick rocking horse.

How did a guy who had accomplished so little get publishing companies to pay him to write not just one, but two books about himself?

I guess old H.L. Mencken was right when he quipped, “Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of of

the American public.”

The big O will be the president at least until January of 2013. Fortunately, however, next year is an election year. If we haven’t all

starved to death, gone to Mexico to find work, or been incinerated by an Iranian or North Korean nuke, we can have a house cleaning in the Congress and put some real people to work for us who will put a leash on Obama and his ridiculous collection of clowns. All it takes is climbing out of our little pigeonholes, shaking off all that hopey-changey pigeon poop and voting like adults.