I am trying to get into the habit of writing something
daily. It is tough getting back into a long neglected part of my brain. There is the rust and dust and all the
potholes I have hit along the way. I
think I might even have a rattle in my undercarriage. It has all combined to
create writer’s block.
In a search for
inspiration and a way to lubricate the cogs in my brain, I said to myself I
will write something, for twenty minutes, about whatever pops up first on the
Yahoo home page. I clicked on Yahoo home and prayed for puppies. The first thing
that popped up was not puppies. What
popped up was a picture of Bill Clinton. Bill Clinton, what can I say that has
not been written about Bill Clinton?
I will write about
the thought that the picture inspired in me at the moment I saw it. That should be easy enough and I have never
written about Bill Clinton so it is all new material.
No matter how good
the economy was, I could never vote for Bill Clinton. The reason is simple.
When the man talks, he looks like my husband when my husband lies. Here is an example. Dear
husband what is this charge for six hundred dollars to the sports shop? Dear
wife of mine it must be a mistake. I
will call the store tomorrow and straighten it out. Then, there came the look.
Is she buying it? I think she is. This is the coolest thing in the world.
I
know that he is lying. He knows that he is lying. It is like it is some sort of
game. That is what I think
of when I see Bill Clinton. That is why I could never vote for him for
president.
Not quite twenty
minutes, but close enough. I am done with Bill Clinton.
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