I don’t recollect.

Repeat it about 1000 times and say it with a southern accent. You know, like one o’ them thar good ol’ boys. Er, no offense to any of my southern friends. Yes, this ol’ Yooper has a few o’ those.

There are a lot of things I do not understand about life and maybe that is why I am not a politician. I do not understand how people can let some friend, an unrelated person, pour money into renovations to their own house or cabin or whatever. And not reimburse the “friend”. And then, later on, not even have a clue about how much was spent or what it was spent on. Now why does this stuff happen? Because the person on the receiving end, the politician, can grease some wheels somewhere for the “friend.” Oh, but they were such *close* “friends”! Roight!

Yes, I am reacting to a news story. It is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. Republican? Democrat? Who cares? They all do this. It’s one of the oldest stories on earth. I do not understand why anyone would want to get into politics. I think holding an elected office would be a horrible job. I don’t think I would *ever* learn how to do it well enough to feel anything but incompetent. What the heck is the attraction?

I know what close friends are. I don’t have a whole lot of friends but the ones I have are close ones. Some of them occupy economic positions a few rungs up or down the ladder from me. Or at least from my perceived position on the ladder. I’m only guessing that though. And I believe you can only sorta guess that kind of stuff. I long ago came to the conclusion that you couldn’t guess this stuff based on size/fanciness of house or vee-hickle(s). I do know that certain occupations are more highly compensated than others and that is how it is and how I guess. When I even think about guessing. I mostly don’t. Because I couldn’t care less.

My friends and I do not talk about our household revenue or lack thereof. We talk about our families and jobs and *volunteer* work and how much things cost and bad customer service or driving or computers (that’s a big one and yes, we are pretty boring) or, well, I dunno. Whatever we have in common. I would never in a billion trillion years ask a friend to give me money to renovate my house. Or even let them sorta tacitly push a nice renovation on me. One that I might not exactly recollect later. Even if I was running for political office. Then again, I guess this a moot point since I never never never never *will* run for political office. I am just not cut out for it.

You guys, is Michigan playing football tomorrow? Who knows? I need to plan my day around the traffic.

3 Responses to “I don’t recollect.”

  1. jane Says:

    Michigan kicks off at 3:30. yes, it’s a home game. plan accordingly!

  2. Jay Says:

    I definately understand football traffic concerns. We live in the “U District”, although on the far side from the stadium, but still close enough to make it tough to leave the neighborhood. UW has a bye this week, so no worries. Beautiful day.

    The ethics thing gets my attention – just because it needs to be carried out everywhere, with everyone. I think that those that have the hustpa (sp?) to run for political office often have an opinion that it won’t happen to them (getting caught) for just about anything they do. It is part of the personality traits that make them consider the run, in my opinion. Otherwise it seems we would not have so many instances reported on all manner of ethical missteps – some more personal than others. I don’t think this is new, I just think it is reported more now. On the other hand, this does not mean that all give into the temptation to stray from the straight and narrow. I also watch especially closely those that loudly put down others – along the lines of, “me thinks he doth protest too much” or some other close quote. (Need my boy to tell me where this is from.)

  3. Pooh Says:

    Chutzpah?? I think is how it is spelled. The quote is probably Shakespeare, but not sure which play.

    Mizzou, (The University of Missouri), had a home football game on the Saturday of the MS150. So we rode the Northern route on Saturday, b/c the Southern route went too close to the football stadium for the police to feel comfortable. We didn’t see the stadium, so I have no idea how close we would have been.