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The Last Word

"In lecturing us about blowing our money, The Great Ozbama displays breathtaking gall. Given that he is blowing trillions of our money, not his, and burying us in debt as no president in history, silence on the subject would seem more reasonable. To be nit-picky about it, since he is in citing trips to Vegas as particularly objectionable, I hold in my casino chip-calloused fingers a list procured from CanadaFreePress.com of Mrs. Obama's staff and their salaries. She reportedly has a staff of 22 assistants. Yes, I said twenty-two. (Previous First Ladies' dedicated staffs were in the single digits). Michelle's little army includes a Chief of Staff costing $172,000 a year; a Deputy Chief of Staff at $90,000; a Director of Policy and Projects at $140,000; a Director of Communications at $102,000; a Deputy Director of Scheduling at $62,000; two Social Secretaries -- mysteriously, one at $65,000, one at $64,000; an Associate Director of Correspondence at $45,000, an Assistant to the Social Secretary at $36,000, and more, in total consuming $6.3-million annually thus $25-million during her 4-year term. Not to mention a make-up artist and hair stylist. I have one assistant. Answer my own correspondence. Keep my own calendar. ... Mr. President, sir, if you are going to lecture me about blowing my money in Vegas or turning down my thermostat or inflating my tires, do you think you could reign in your wife's blowing of my money just a teeny bit?" --columnist Dan Kennedy

PBS Poll Go Vote

I'm getting my Certified Welding Inspector papers.
The class is a bear so blogging has been light, but my good friend Bev Perlson from Band of Mothers sent this out, and it's important.

PBS is running a poll.

Go vote.

Yep, Thats Right I'm Going

You will notice a new graphic to the left. Thats right, I'll be there.
The construction gods have smiled upon me and graced me with the opportunity to not only attend the Expo, but also make it three in a row for the Milblog Conference.

Of course, with all good things comes the pay back. The construction gods are harsh and demanding. If I could find a virgin, it would be easy. Unfortunately, none have stepped forward, so I am forced to be in Cibola for the entire week prior to the conference, attending a grueling seminar culminating with a 9 hour exam on Saturday the 2oth, which, if I pass, will insure my future in the field of building construction technology and making life miserable for contractors. It will insure my continued success in obtaining raises as my firm increases my bill time rate.
Is this a great country or what?

I'll be live-blogging beginning some time on Saturday the 20th of September, depending on how long it takes me to ace the exam. Of course there is the requisite pre-milblog conference cocktail party on Friday night where some of the finest milbloggers in the known universe get together and tell each other the most extraordinary tales while consuming large amounts of golden liquids.
That part will remain a secret.
It is Cibola after all.
What happens in Cibola, stays in Cibola.