The curtain is about to descend on another year. The fat lady is about to sing. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about 2013 and here are a few of my closing thoughts.
The award for the Liar of the Year goes to non-other than President Barack Obama. Not only did he tell that same lie, “If you like your plan you can keep your plan, period!” more than 30 times, he attempted to cover it with an even bigger lie, “You can keep your plan if it hasn’t changed since the law passed.” No way. Of the many dozen videotapes with him saying “period,” there is not one with him saying “if.” Why? Because he never said “if.”
His nuchshleppers got very busy saying that is what he meant to say. T
he Liar-in-Chief spews balderdash, and his followers swear to it.
By the way, by lying, the same Liar-in-Chief, is also the “Insurance Salesman of the Year.”
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And the apology of the year didn’t come from the White House. My personal favorite of 2013, “Sorry! We apologize for our continuing contribution to the Global Warming Problem,” came from a store named the Adult Video Warehouse.
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The buzzword of the year is “bullying.” Oh, yes. That word and the activity has been with us for as far back as I can remember, and it has always been thought of being used to describe children. I vividly recall the bullying, way back, in Junior High 149. But now it’s being used for adults.
The most offensive performance of the year was by Miley Cyrus. I’m not a prude, but MTV’s Best Artist of 2013 did go a bit too far.
The most notable death this year was the passing of James Gandolfini of “Sopranos” fame. Not handsome, not a terrific singer or dancer, not a hunk with a sensational body, just one helluva great actor who was able to convince us to root for the bad guy.
The jackass of 2013, of course, was Carlos Danger.
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My favorite people of the year are you, my readers. I want to close by saying “Thank you. Without you, I’m not here.”
And to those of you who took the time to write to me, another great big “Thank you” even if you were among those who disagreed with my opinions. There is one reader who takes the time to compose mean-spirited notes, and he does it under several different names. He denies it, but I don’t care. He provides us with some very interesting reading. Some day we will meet and I will tell him all about the woman who came up with the “mean-spirited” phrase, and how it cost him a big time position in the political arena. In spite of his maliciousness I am StanGershb