My Cadence is Politically Charged

Thanks to a Saturday night visit to Five Guys Burgers (extra beef patty included), my hind quarters nagged and nagged at me to do an extra long session on the spin bike today.  Normally to get through even an average length spin workout I need a sufficient supply of all manner of reading material, music, and snackems.  Today?  I had none of those things so I was forced to resort to mid-day TV programming.  Slim pickin's to say the least.  And I should throw in the fact that the remote control has mysteriously disappeared which complicates matters when trying to keep myself entertained for an extended period of time.  What's that you say?  Get off the bike  and change the channel?  Um, have you ever met me?  If there is a break in the workout, even a potty break, I will find something else to do before the toilet is flushed (get hazmat team on that, pronto).  No Joke.  ADD at it's finest.  I needed decent programming and I needed it quick.  The solution?  Bring myself up to date on the latest news headlines via Shepard Smith.  

After the election I swore off CNN, FOX, and Headline News for at least a month (there's a crevasse on the couch exactly the size and shape of my ass that needs some serious recovery time) but today marked the end I guess.  Because my OCD has once again taken over and I'm seriously considering doubling up on my ambien tonight.  Although I'd like to try lunesta at some point.  I hear it's a rather enjoyable experience.  

My first year of college I had time management issues to put it lightly.  Getting to the campus in time to find a parking spot and get to class proved.......arduous (totally a word) at best.  I would start out strong and then be all, butterflies and sunshine (remember how I mentioned ADD).  It kind of became a habit.  So I started parking in the "visitor" spots.  Occasionally even the "teachers only" spots.  I racked up quite the collection of parking tickets.  So many that one day the friendly campus cop gave me a jingle and told me that if I didn't pay them he could arrest me (yes mom, this story is true).  "HOLY BALLS BATMAN" I believe was my exact response.  I called my Dad and asked for money (we're talking hundreds here).  He said "no".  I asked my roommate for  money.  She said "no".  And on it went.  Finally I went over to Bob the cop's office and with my academy award worthy cryfest (I'm good), I convinced him not to throw me in the slammer and that if I could make payments I would pay off my tickets before the semester was over.  To my everlasting relief, he agreed.

The lesson I learned?  First of all that Bob the cop is a total push-over.  Second, that realistically nobody can solve my problems.  It wasn't really a money problem at all.  It was an accountability problem.  I guess someone could have put a band aid on that for me but really I had to heal myself from the inside out.  

The national debt is 10 trillion dollars.  Ten TRILLION dollars!  Wall Street just received 700 billion dollars.  And now the government is actually considering the automotive industry bailout?  Anyone who actually believed that their taxes would go down next year (or even stay the same) was DUPED!  I read an article today that started out with the statement "this week congress will consider whether to cough up billions of dollars to bail out the troubled companies".  I've been going over and over this in my head but I come to the same conclusion every time.  It's complicated I know but it seems to me that you can't pull money out of an account that's already over drawn.  BY TEN TRILLION DOLLARS TO BE EXACT!  Maybe what we need is a nice strong order of "you sleep in the bed you make" with a dose of "if you lie with the dogs, you wake with fleas" for good measure.  But that's just me.

***I'll be avoiding my spin bike altogether tomorrow for the soul purpose of keeping my Neil Cavuto fixation at bay.***