Mimi In A Minute #17 ~ Reform This

These things keep me up at night.They give me a headache.I just need sixty seconds of your time to unclog my pencil brain so that I can get some sleep.

Do you mind?

I have a few things to say.

This is Mimi unplugged.
Hide your children.

To the Sudanese male officials who publicly flogged ten women for wearing dark trousers in their dark dark world of insane religion: Public morals are your private sins. You cannot fathom the concept of human rights because you are not human.

This still happens in my world?


Clash For Clunkers? How about Cash For Groceries.

This is my cart last week.

I had to mortgage the house to buy the string beans.
I don't even pump my own gas. And now I have to weigh tomatoes.











Psstt! Have you noticed President Obama is getting grey? Very fast. And this from a man who has the best health care in the world. This troubles me. We are contemporaries. What hope is there for my pencil skirt??! I'll bet he doesn't have to weigh his own produce.

If Doctor Oz can reduce the aging process in humans with a red wine concoction called Reservatrol, surely Obama can bridge the racial divide with a beer.

Pardon the sarcasm.

Reform this: I do not want the government in my health care. Unless they want to take the $1,500+ that disappears from my paycheck each month in taxes and invisible benefits and send me on the mental health vacation I deserve and could have taken had they not taken it in the first place and reinvested me for my own good.

The Marines have banned Twitter and Facebook:


There goes half my decent dating pool.







To Congress: Have you lost your mind?

You just spent $3 billion dollars of my Bermuda Beach Time Health Care Plan to help American people with clunkers buy foreign cars. Buying them a job might have made more sense.

To The Judiciary Committee on the appointment of Judge Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court:

There would have been no need for four days of confirmation hearings and this debate debacle had you assigned her the Michael Jackson custody battle fiasco right off the bat. It was the perfect trial, the perform judicial storm, and the perfect opportunity to judge her character and wisdom.

Why didn't somebody ask me about this??

And finally....I need Cash for Cholera. I would like a government rebate for the foreign tomato I just bought from Dirty Water Parts Unknown that made me sick.

Who will pay my doctor bill?

Oh. Right. The car dealership.

Whew! I feel better.
Thanks for listening.
I think my blogsomnia is cured.
Lights out.