Have you met my new friend, Helen?
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Margaret and Helen run a blog called Margaret and Helen, and have been best friends for sixty (60) years. Margaret lives in Maine and Helen lives in Texas, and I would imagine that blogging is a lot cheaper than long-distance phone calls. I love it when older people get in on the technology game and keep a journal because it gets boring reading about some emo kid’s sucky parents and how they can’t wait to be on their own AND DO WHAT THEY WANT!
Anyway, Helen is the feisty one and has been blogging about the debates, and the candidates and there is no doubt where her sentiments lie. There have been grumblings about who Helen really is and if she is in fact 82-yeard old. I sincerely hope she is because there aren’t enough older Americans out there willing to speak their mind.
Even if she isn’t, I like what she has to say, like this (emphasis mine):
Well, I thought it was a good debate. My hats off to Bob Shieffer… and my blouse too if he plays his cards right. (Just don’t tell my husband.) But who the hell is Joe the Plumber? Seriously. What the hell was that all about? Joe the Plumber? Joe Six Pack? The new McCain strategy seems to be banking on a lot of guys named Joe with a beer in one hand and a pipe wrench in the other. Is this a political campaign or a dating service for the Palin women?
And while I am talking about Governor Good Hair from the North I just want to say good for Sarah Palin that she has an interest in helping special needs children. They need all of our help and every child should come into this world being wanted and loved. Sarah you have my full support on this matter. It’s just too bad you also have to worry about a special needs Senator for a running mate.
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Folks, I’m tired and I don’t have another fight in me. It’s now or never. So to all of you I say this: Give your money. Give your time. Give your voice. Get up. Get out and do something. Anything. If America takes a chance on Maverick the Clown and his side kick, Clarabell, we will find ourselves so far down the crapper even Joe the Plumber can’t reach us. Get out there and vote!
Thank you for stopping by. I mean it. Really.
I want to be Helen when I grow up.