You Know What I Would Do?

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Yesterday afternoon I was in the local grocery store when the man who was washing and arranging the lettuce was talking at the top of his voice about something that Obama was doing about fixing the economy.

"You know what I would do?" the guy asked.

I'm not sure why, but I chuckled. Then I grew sort of proud. Here was a working man, making the decisions for the rest of us while washing the lettuce and presenting it for the public.

I did chuckle, however, because it struck me that not one of us has the answers, and because there is really no point in talking about it.

"Your blog is funnier when you aren't political," one of my buddies said.

Why sure it is...because like the rest of everyone else...I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.

How would I fix the economy?

What the hell do I know? I'm out of a lot less money in a lot shorter time every two weeks. You seriously want me or the green grocer trying to balance the budget? Give me that much money to play with and I'd probably overspend as well. Wanna' give me a loan for a trillion?

I'll try to spend it.

Then there are such heady items as gay marriage and abortion and fighting the people half way across the globe over how we can get the oil or their batteries or their other natural resources.

"You know what I would do?"

I'd look for someone smarter to take control.

Our house budget is in the control of my beautiful wife. If there is a fight brewing, I'm calling my brothers or my cousins. Gay marriage? Hell, not sure who to call there.

I know a few people that like to argue with me across the party lines. It's only fun for me if I can really get them all worked up, which is pretty easy to do.

The green grocer sort of glanced at me as he continued his work and to illuminate his friend.

"You know what I would do if I were Obama?" I asked.

(I'm always ready to budge into a conversation).

"What's that?" he asked.

"I'd quit my job by giving everyone in congress the finger. I'd go on television and announce that it is simply a ridiculous job that just can't be done. Then I'd head out on a nice long vacation."

"Ahh, it ain't that hard," the grocer said. "You know what he should do?"

I listened for another moment, smiled in the right places, grabbed a few jalapenos and escaped.

What the hell do any of us know?

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