Slight Detour: Tuesday Tweeties

I want a butler.

I read this in this morning's New York Times newsletter

Britain’s butlers are changing. These days, buttling (yes, that’s a verb) is less about looking after a mansion and polishing silver and more about lifestyle management — akin to a private maître d’, one expert explained.

If a client wants to eat dinner on a mountaintop, it’s the butler’s job to arrange the meal and the helicopter to get it there. And if a client wants donkeys for a Christmas Nativity scene, the butler will wrangle them.

🌄🌄🌄🌄

Maybe colleges could add a new major: buttling.

I was doing some thinking this morning, after reading the umpteenth misdirected political sermon suggesting that Democrats as well as any voters who do not vote the inner party line are evil .

This particular letter also indirectly insinuated that the new folks who've moved to Idaho, along with their chosen saviors, will have to correct the ruination of the state by Democrats.

Say what?

Give me a past election when the majority of political offices, up and down the ladder, were filled by Democrats in Idaho.

When I was growing up a LONG time ago, we did have a Democratic U.S. Representative Gracie Pfost and a U.S. Senator Frank Church. For a while, Democrat Cecil Andrus served a few terms as governor of Idaho.

Even Cecil's governorship was a long time ago, maybe a couple of generations.

Idaho has been, for the most part, governed by Republicans.

So, where are all these Democrats who have ruined this state for the desperate transplants?

I responded to a post on Facebook a while ago that even suggested that the "natives" had ruined the state.

My response about the fact that maybe natives had done just the opposite mysteriously disappeared a few days later.

So, when these letters show up suggesting that someone is going to be the "savior" for all the woes that Democrats and even the natives may have created for our state, my jaw clenches and my hair stands on end.

Well, maybe not so much, but, still, the insinuation that anyone who votes their mind rather than inner-circle political party dogma is evil makes me wonder who's talking about freedom and liberty and all that patriotic stuff that sounds good on political handouts, in letters-to-the-editor, etc.

Sometimes I prefer Miracle Whip over Best Foods mayonnaise. Is that a bad thing to do?

Probably not, and the same goes for candidates.

This most recent letter that I read this morning got me thinking about the Ten Commandments and the U.S. Constitution.

Is there anywhere in either of these time-honored personal and national guidelines that says you must vote a certain party or else you will be sentenced to Hell for your mortal sin?

To those who write this stuff, please come up with something more enticing to convince me that what you say has any merit and that I should drop everything that ever meant anything to me and vote for your chosen candidates---lest I go to Hell.

Okay, that's the Tuesday rant, and I'm so glad that in eight days, at least for a while, here in Idaho our telephones will no longer be ringing with party faithfuls telling us to vote and that all that glossy waste of good trees will quit coming in the mail.

I've already sinned and have voted my mind, so no need to call or fill my mailbox.

Thank you.

On the good news front, flowers are blooming, my taters are poking through the soil, and I've planted all of my garden, 'cept for the cukes.

The best news yet on this Tuesday. Signs, along the road, are saying we'll get dust abatement today.

YAY! Thank you, county workers.

Happy Tuesday.