Thoughts of a tired man in a busy airport

While sitting in the Atlanta airport waiting for a plane home, i picked up the local paper and read an interesting tidbit on the Stimulus package.
The IRS is mailing us all letters telling us about how much money will we be receiving this year. 130 million households. 32 cents a letter. = $42 million. Silly Bush.

here's a good quote.
"There are countless better uses for $42 Million than a self-congratulatory mailer that gives the president a pat on the back for an idea that wasn't even his," - Sen. Charles Schumer.

All that is to say. I think i'm over the political talks, and here's why.
I'm not a huge fan of arguing. Now this may come as a surprise, but it's true. I think that among friends, its better to have positive community rather than arguing about shit that isnt that big of a deal. "Not that big of a deal!?" Well, maybe thats not the right term, but if you look at what arguing really is, its people who are trying to prove their point, and/or want the other person to change their mind about something.
I'm not really talking about our small community specifically. We dont really argue. We bitch about stuff. I like that.
I guess I'm just talking about the principle of it in general. Nothing really specific.

So there's that.

I went for a long time liking airports.
then i starting hating them. tons.
but sitting here today, i think i am starting to see what i originally liked about traveling. Sort of, not really at all actually.
The more i think about it, the more its really more of a mobile Wal-Mart. For every clean and well kempt person, there is an army of the opposite. Now, you dont see the traditional Mickey Mouse (i just used the Mickey Mouse club song in my head to spell out Mickey.) shirt from 1989 and stretchy pants with the best BK shoes in airports like you do in Wal-Mart. Maybe what makes it so much more tolerable in airports is that i dont see what these people are eating to sustain the life they live. The worst ever is watching some people go through the check out line at the ole' Supercenter, and then you realize why they live like they do.

jeez. i need to quit. Not enough sleep and strange airport smells and people make B. McCoy say things that arent nice about Our Lord's people.

i could probably start up another topic,(i have time) but i dont want to drain myself dry of blog things.
cheer's mates.