Just checking this blog out today to see how it will operate when, and if, I get to Guatemala for my Peace Corps Training in three more days. At the moment I'm stricken with the "willies" about the whole thing and wondering if this isn't the grand-daddy of all: "This sounded like a good idea at the time" ideas. A few weeks should tell.
Cuernavaca, Mexico (CM)
Considering that the U.S. has given away its manufacturing base we're not left with much to export that anyone wants. We have though one thing that we may have overlooked. While we have given away the store by way of shoddy services and goods, we have masked these shortcomings quite well with our perkiness. We are, excepting myself and a few others, a perennial happy people .... we no longer have problems we have challenges. Crap service and tortuous customer service has been met with the ubiquitous "Have a nice --great -- terrific day". (the gradient is in inverse proportion to the agony the company or person you have just dealt with has put you through). To take anyone to task on these things today labels you as a "negative" person. Therefore, I suggest we export this American cheerfulness. We should start with Iraq ..... a real chance for the Republicans to show their stuff. We need them to fill the streets with happy face posters and balloons for the kids. So a few of the kids are shot or beheaded for collaborating with us by the insurgents, that's part of the challenge as Paul Wolfowitz would tell us. Also, we need to tell them to stop praying to Allah and get with the Christian message of being born again. They need to know that they will be "left behind" when Jesus returns if they don't drink the cool aid from our chalice today.
Well Johnny boy here it is. Mr. Cranky writes his daily shit for all the world to see; another dubious electronic communications venue of which I am sure you to will, at some point, avail yourself of. Which as the diva of good taste Martha Stuart says: "Is a good thing" because it is, unlike the cell phone, quiet, thus we are spared listening to you loudly forewarn your overweight significant other, while on the train, through the transparent ruse of telling them your on the way home and asking "what's for dinner?" thereby alerting them to get other guy -- as if you care; just not tonight -- out of the house.