I asked my son how a new can of iced tea tasted. Bad he said, I mean really awful. I tried a can and it was pretty good on a hot day. What do you mean "bad?" this stuff is good. Well, he said, "it is so good you take one little sip, and you just chug down the whole can, and don’t get to enjoy it."
Speaking of a bad taste, a man I know said, "I have been invited to go to a friend’s church, Sunday. What do you think?" Well, I don’t see any thing wrong. Invite him to come to your church, to return the favor. The next week, I talked to my friend. He was spitting mad.
"The preacher spent most of his sermon talking bad about another church across town. He explained the congregation was hell bound, along with their pastor. Then finished by praising a politician that I voted against!" What happened to love your neighbor?
What happened to "we are all one in our love of God?" Man that left a sour taste in my mouth.
Now you see about taste tests, there are all kind. My mother, who had very little formal education, but a lot of good sense had a favorite saying, "a man with one eye and had sense would know not to discuss politics in church or religion in city council meetings!!"
Momma could cook a meal on a wood burning stove that left a full stomach and a good taste afterward. That was because she kept her mind on what she was doing and her priorities straight.
Speaking of a bad taste, or an oily one, the Obamanation handling of the big oil spill worries me. He is talking about suing B P as well as the squeaky attorney general trying them for a criminal action.
My thought is, what happens if he breaks the oil company, and they take bankruptcy?
What happens if they say we can’t go on? What happens if the oil company just hands the job of stopping the oil and cleaning up the spill to the government who has no drilling rigs no cleaning equipment, or at least the bunch of people in Washington who are running our country into the ground have no knowledge of the oil business, maybe we need to call George back! Remember when every one complained that he was an oilman. God knows we need an oil man.
I have often wished it had been legal for him to run for a third term. The fact that the term limits for blaming him for our country’s problems won’t run out for another three years leaves a rotten taste in my mouth!
Well, little bird what do you think? The stuff we are being fed today doesn’t pass the taste test, so what will you do about it? Will you just stand by and believe it or like me, shout and spit? Me too! This is JON’S VU!!!!