by Sandra McCartt
How about we all swear off of politics until 2018. How about we consider that we have a lot to be thankful for in this country. How about we risk it and quit talking about Russia? According to my globe Russia has been there a long time and it is probably going to be there Jan 2, 2018. After all, in light of the fact that every woman who ever got her fanny patted at an office Christmas party has suddenly become the star of some news cast it occurs to me that Russia will have changed less than her fanny for lo these many years. I applaud their memories if nothing else. Most of us can’t remember those Christmas parties from 40 years ago. In fact there were parts of them that we didn’t remember the next day. I only remember the one where some drunk set the Christmas butterflies on the candelabra on fire and one of the local firefighters stepped in and doused the flames with the punch which turned the whole thing into what looked like a giant flambe leaving a sticky residue when the vodka finally flamed out. If it hadn’t been my dining room table I would have left the party and that was early in the evening.
How about we quit sharing every crazy (some fake and some not fake) “Breaking News blurb” on Facebook and how about if somebody does, how about we ignore it instead of refighting the election of 2016.
How about we slow er’ down a little bit on the freeway since All Skates and Demo Derbys are really not part of the holiday season. How about we don’t take up two parking places. How about we figure out that incoming traffic has the right of way and quit sending cars into the curb. How about if we are getting on the freeway we get the hell on and go instead of starting on then hesitating like a widow woman at a Corrigan Dance ( if you don’t know about Corrigan google him). How about we give road rage a holiday. In fact how about we just give rage a holiday in total. Look forward to new rage in the new year , bound to be plenty. Don’t know about your but I am kind of full up on rage for 2017.
How about we quit calling everybody names in print on social media. How about we quit arguing about everything that we don’t know anything about . There must be some crash course in constitutional law someplace that is turning out graduates by the thousands if my social media feed is any indication. How about we pretend there are not two political parties. There may not be by Jan 2 if more women remember the Christmas party so there’s that. We used to refer to those guys as being like dogs chasing cars, if they caught one they wouldn’t know what to do with it. Some of us worked at TV stations so if everybody who was out of line at some point got fired we would have been off the air. Mad Men was not made up , trust me.
How about we give it break for the holidays. How about we have a warm, peaceful season of goodwill for the next 45 days. Who knows we might forget how to end every sentence with three exclamation points , figure out that we don’t have the final solution to healthcare, Medicare, Obamacare and I don’t care. We might be in a better mood to enjoy our kids , our animals and even who knows old Aunt Mable who has been mad at everybody since 1954 and doesn’t remember why.
So , How about have a warm, peaceful Thanksgiving. If Heather from Card Member Services will get her obnoxious self off my phone I might be able to have a quiet one myself. Man I hate that broad. How about it Heather, stop calling me and if you are the one stealing packages off my porch, how about you might end up with some number 10 buckshot in your fanny.
Sandra McCartt is a local businesswoman and owner of Professional Search International, Inc.
