Gary the monkey

Have you noticed anything strange lately about television? I have. But I couldn't figure out what. It wasn't that there were political commercials on every commercial break. Obama commercial, followed by McCain commercial, followed by local political commercial and then back to the show. It's not that, that's too easy to notice. Then I realized. It's what was NOT on TV that was making me have to think. The pharmaceutical commercials. I am so sick of the political commercials now that I almost hate to say that I can't wait for the drug dealers to be back on TV and a sense of normalcy to be returned. I want to see what the latest drugs are and what they have found they can fix in the past 6 weeks since the political commercials started running non-stop.

I have the utmost respect and sympathy for John McCain's time spent as a POW in Vietnam. I truly do. I would never in my life want to endure what he may have gone through. I don't know the details, just know he was a prisoner. For all I know he could have been treated humanely, or, he could have been treated like a Guantanamo detainee. Regardless, I would never downplay time spent as a prisoner of war.

The year was 2002. It was the winter. I got one of those strange feelings inside, you know that feeling you get once in a while that says "go buy a hamster". Yea, well I woke up with that feeling and decided I should listen to my gut instincts. Perhaps God was relaying a message to me because that hamster would somehow play an integral role in saving my life. Maybe someone would break into my house in the middle of the night, and the hamster would see this thief and begin running its little heart out on the hamster wheel in an effort to signal to me that my life was in danger. A hamster wheel burglar alarm. I could put a sign up in my front yard that says my home is protected by a hamster wheel.