Morphing Saturday

I started writing a post about my 2006 summer anthem was (according to Blogthings) and it morphed into a serious woo-woo post so I decided to take it on over to my other blog where it’s probably more appropriate.

And check it (ha! airline joke!):

Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport planned to give 11 boxes of surrendered items to the city’s human services department, which will give the unopened bottles of shampoo, toothpaste and other items to homeless shelters, airport spokeswoman Lexie Van Haren said.

As John on Americablog notes:

They say the products are unopened, but they’re giving them to the homeless in Phoenix. Okay, then how do you know they’re not explosives that you’re handing to the homeless, since you haven’t opened them? Apparently, the airport people, in Phoenix at least, know quite well that the stuff they took off of the passengers in line were not explosives.

I mean, for reals, y’all! This is just bullshit! I am all for reasonable security measures. But John’s got a point. We have such idiots in charge of things. I’m not saying *I* could do better – well, okay, I AM saying that. In fact, I’m quite sure my dog Max could do better than these goofs who cannot think things through to their logical conclusion.

More here: Same thing in Pennsylvania – seems YOU can’t take it on the plane because it might be a bomb, but THEY can sell it on eBay without knowing if it’s a bomb, or they’re sure it’s not a bomb, so then why did they take it in the first place?

I could go on and on and ON ranting about the thugs who have commandeered this country but I shan’t (for now). I will, however, detail the resurfacing of my book addiction. This week alone I’ve ordered over 10 books. Mind, I haven’t even read the ones I’ve gotten through Bookins or the one that just came from Zooba (Conservatives without Conscience by John Dean) or the three I bought at the used bookstore on my way back from Easton. I just pile them up around me and feel smart. Oh, I’ll get around to it sooner or later, I’m sure. (I’ve got at least six more on the way, too!) It’s better than drugs (well, better than buying drugs. I’d have to take a bunch of drugs for a true comparison! hah) but I really need to stop buying things. Is there a twelve step group for people who can’t stop buying books (they don’t read)? Point me in the direction (of Albequerque) <-- obscure Partridge Family reference. I hit an all time low on comments for this past week's Thursday 13. But that's okay (right? right?) because it was fun to write (not fun to LOSE, thankyouverymuch wordpress). Next week, I may go with something more simple. If I'm skimming a bunch of blogs, I am loath to get bogged down in 57 tons of words. So, maybe peeps are bored with my ramblings. We'll see. Maybe I will spotlight some of the cool ladies I've found on my TT travels. Or else write 13 things NOT to do when visiting someone else's blog (for example, comment on their layout in a non-positive way). Maybe I will mix and match. Jeebus Henry, I'm boring my own self with this post. So, I will stop here. For now. :)