They talk about talking
For talking is king
Their bread and their butter
And their bling
But talking is useless
So talk about talking
What you do
It’s a Sunday afternoon. The ballgame is on and, for the most part…I’m indifferent. Don’t have a stake, a dog, a horse, or any other idiomic image tied to the outcome. And, though I know some who are feverish fans of one or the other; I am somewhere in the region of … “ho hum.”
Watched a little of the “talkers” this morning. The coming State of the Union address was one topic, and some spoke of the importance of the words; the phrasing, the demeanor, the promises. Again, I find myself in the region of … “ho hum.” Why? Because talk; albeit eloquent, educated, emotional, knowledgeable, Presidential, is, in the end…oh so cheap.
Again. President Obama, he, above all other presidents, ever; is the abortionist's friend. Under his leadership the United States is viewed as weak and indecisive; and our ever increasing IOU’s make us beholden to those who do not have our best interests at heart. And then there's some other stuff I just don't feel like "talking" about.
So, oh talkers; talk away. After all, that is your forte; your fortune. And, since the chief executive is going to visit your living room; analyze on. But, after your critiques have dissipated and dissolved; then we’ll see if there is any substance behind the syllables. Either way, it will give you something...to talk about.