this morning #1133.

this morning, over a baked beans & canadian bacon breakfast, i jotted down a few ideas on the back of an old letter from my congressman. then i leaned back. took a sip of coffee. took in my wisdom with a grin. hot damn. i’m just spitballing here but, if just a one of these scribblings catches hold, my friendly face is going to end up on the tv. i know it. lil’ ol’ me sharing my big ol’ logic with the world. “the voice of the people.” i have to assume that’s what they’ll call me after hearing my theories on how to fix this country. we’re in need of a course correction. guns? less. taxes? more. more than anything, we need to let joes like me to be heard all across the expanse of this land. all hail the working man.