Virgie Bell's View: Dry Wells

Lately it has seemed my well has run dry. How many times can one refer to Loudmouth Rosie, Hanoi Jane, Goofball Sean Penn … the list goes on and on. You can cover just so much bile about Anna Nicole, Paris and Britney. I mean they saturate the news. First of all, we need to cut to the chase about these news worthies. They are for the very most part, high school drop outs. I don't mean to minimize a certain class of people, because it is what is inside that person at the time in their life and what they do about it to create a life that raises us above such circumstances. De'on, after all, was a high school drop out, only to become a graduate from a fine university, and with honors. This is not about education then, but about moral fiber. What we do with what we are. The fork in the road that determines whether we will be an asset or a liability in regard to our role as a human being in life.

Sometimes a talent used wrong is truly a curse, not only to the talented but to the beholders of this talent. Please let us not be blinded by these entertainers. I guess everyone needs a cause. Something to feel strong about. What is easier to be than against something? Especially a war. Who loves a war? But for me to get on a high horse about being for or against doesn't solve one blasted thing. It is what it is. A war. We are in it and the only way to come out of it is as the winner or the loser. Two choices. Two.

No one wants to lose. Not in anything ... a loser ... no way. My life can never be held up as an example for someone else to follow. I know that fact better than anyone. Doesn't matter what you find out about me. I do know me. My dad used to look at his kids straight in the eye and tell us just like this: “You do as I say not as I do. You got that?” You knew he darn well meant it. It makes me almost want to gag with all this bull about role models. That it has messed up their life because such and such had no role model. You have got to be kidding me. So, okay that takes care of the entertainers. They are generally little more than trash talking. Rich trash but who cares. Oh not 100% trash. But nearly. Rich? Sure. Take Rosie. White trash talking. The viewers of The View. Go figure...I am out to lunch on them. This is where going outside and digging a hole so you can cover it up has more meaning. Like Christmas, anymore the candidates are running to entice the voters.

Now here is real danger. The real danger. The absolute inconvenient truth. I have watched Hillary for years now and only today was I able to realize what bothered me the most about her. Hillary is a hanger-onner. She has hold of Bill’s coattails. If she becomes President, it will be because she is the wife of Bill Clinton. Bill Clinton is a charmer. No doubt about it. But let’s look at the record. All he ever did was fool most of the people most of the time. If you want to be loved by Bill you better be a Babe. Hillary definitely does not qualify. She is nowhere close. Yet she stays with someone that betrayed her to the ultimate. They both had the gall when it all hit the fan to round up poor Chelsea and make her walk between them holding their hands. Hillary looked furious, Bill acted sorrowful and poor Chelsea had to look.—what? Fill in the blanks. In the Clinton’s we have our new rich, our new power. They are the OJ's of politics and there are many such in a world that is so corrupted as politicians. Give me the money honey. That is all there is. I guess what I am trying to say is the fact that Hillary Clinton against war is the same as OJ Simpson against murder. SUPPORT THE TROOPS!