There is never time in the future in which we will work out our salvation. The challenge is in the moment; the time is always now.
James Baldwin
In a feeble attempt to save what’s left of the earth’s ozone layers every spring and fall we mere mortals fine-tune our time on earth by flipping our clocks back and forth like a NaS single. Man, I sure hope Jesus has a sense of humor... but doesn’t wear a watch. Apparently, not even saving energy was a good enough reason for Americans to toy with time. So, in the fall of 2008, we delayed the seasonally scheduled time change to fire up our deteriorating economy.
Wouldn’t you just love to meet the stimulus scholar who penned the amendment to convince the earth’s Creator to delay Daylight Savings by four weeks, just so we had more time to frequent shopping malls? Now, that’s taking In God We Trust to a whole new level.
Along the shores of the U.S., the cloudy economy has overpowered the warm and fuzzy sentiments that usually greet our spring-forward daylight savings. And, from the porch & patio views on Wall Street, this appears to be the only savings plan in America still in tack. In fairness, I haven’t read the entire Stimulus Package, so I trust there just might be a provision in there to bail out the sun too.
Side Bar: Can a package be (both) a Bill and a Stimulus?
Isn’t that humorously ironic fact the equivalent of Chris and Rihanna recording a HIT on domestic violence?
Hmmm, a stimulus bill??? That's almost as funny as losing a pie-eating contest to Paris Hilton? Or, obtaining video footage of a police officer shooting an unarmed white kid in the back.
Side Bar 2: Did you know that Chris “Ike” Brown and Rihanna "Left Eye" Fenty's single drops next month and a Body Guard II movie deal is pending for Rihanna... further proof that there is no such thing as bad publicity.
Speaking of Barack….
The other day I was in the grocery store and a neatly packaged lady was on line in front of me. She was very cute and built like a seldom traveled Himalayan mountain. In the interest of full disclosure, most Saturdays in any southern grocery store is flooded with such scenic wonders.... However, underscoring the theory of quality vs. quantity is the fact that this sista was donned in a black velour Barack Obama warm-up suit. The mobile mural of President Obama on the back was simply impossible to ignore. This would probably be a good time to mention my NO such thing as bad publicity hypothesis.
As she turned her back to me, I presumed that I was chuckling to myself. But as luck would have it, she (over) heard me and asked, "What's so funny?" Ignoring the obvious retort, I said…, "Ah, nothing!!" Then I said, "So…., I see you are a HUGE Barack fan."
She rejoiced with a thunderous, "Yep, and I would’ve voted twice if I could." I smiled at the Floridian voting irony and thought (this time firmly to myself)…, I would have voted for a different clothing selection. Apparently, my silent thoughts grew increasingly uncomfortable, so she turned to me…., stared for a second, and sharply asked: "Aren’t you a Barack Obama fan?" Not alert enough to phone a friend who actually might be, I shot back… "ah, I’m more of a NY Knick fan... the outcome of their games are far less predicable."
[Had the hoop conversation ensued, I would have admitted Knick games are much less entertaining than her jogging suit]. Lucky for both of us that conversation never materialized — no pun intended.
She (obviously annoyed by my actual response) said, "All you Republicans are all alike." Brilliant observation, I thought, even though I am not actually a member of any political party. Afraid to burst her false assumption I shot back, "How do you know I am not an Independent?" She said, "I don’t care how many people live in your house, Barack is the only real option we black people have."
I thought, hmm, I moved my clock forward, but it’s still going to be a long summer.
As we walked towards our cars in the parking lot, an old school Chevy Impala cruised by playing a really loud (loosely-termed) song that sounded more like a Lil' Wayne auction. At this point, I offered my buggy and suggested she looked both ways before crossing.
She probably thought I meant the street.
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