Ain't No Senator's Son

Hey look! An opportunity!
Great!
Oh man I should definitely look at this opportunity. Maybe I'll give it a try.
Yes, mister opportunity minister, I would like to sign up for that opportunity. Oh, I'll have to give up any opportunities that may come for a while? Well I don't think there will be many of those, sure, sign me up.
Name on the dotted line. Doot-de-doo I can't wait for my opportunity how exciting.
What's that sign that you're putting up? 'Even better opportunities 1/2 off ' !? Sign me up for that then. Oh, because I signed up for the other one? But -- but I want this one now.
P-p-p-please?
I - no, I understand; that was a very tough contract. I - uh - yeah, I know. I shouldn't have signed up for that if there was something I wanted more.

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I read another blog that express the same thing better. I suppose there is a greater irony at work. Perhaps I will paste it here for you so you can understand better. It isn't that this other blogger is on about the same event as I am, but I believe we agree on the concepts. Perhaps that is the greater irony.

'Why is society so set on the system that everyone knows what they want? I know it's not SUCH a big deal if like, you take 50 minutes to decide on your pizza toppings, and it's not so bad anymore if you don't even know what you want to do for the rest of your life. Here I'm talking about relationships. not just boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, but all kinds. I don't know what I want from a relationship! Some days I'd love for you to listen to me and sympathize, others I want you to tell me to straighten up and stop being such a pussy, and still others I want you to stay the fuck away from me. this sounds totally preposterous I bet, that I would expect someone to deal with a person like that, but why? Why do we have to know what we want?'

Colours changed because I have a red background. Like I said, we aren't talking about the same thing - or at least I would think not, because it would be rather odd if we were - but perhaps in certain organisms, different stimuli can produce similar responses. Perhaps that 'certain' should be a 'similar' but that is neither here nor there.

Fortunate Son

It ain't me. 

I'm not lucky. Nothing ever comes my way. No free rides and then when I try, I get nothing. 

Do you want me to spoil the ending of almost any story?

Dan loses. No matter what.

Do you want to know the moral of all those stories?

Don't be Dan.

Bitching About Bitches Bitching About Bitches

Women on Rachel Ray are bitching about Tiger Woods.
They're all offended about his apology.

One: I don't blame them. It was a shitty apology.

Two: Now they're going on about how he disregarded the women he cheated with and how he made promises to them about marrying them and spending forever with them and a bunch of other moves that are older than the book itself.
"Blah blah (I missed some because they talk so fucking fast) people are going to think they're naive..." that's because they fucking are. The dude is Tiger fucking Woods -- his being married is not a huge fucking secret so you can't even claim ignorance. It's not like they didn't know he was married. They knew he was married and didn't try to stop him. I'm not saying that it's their fault and not his -- it is his fault -- I'm just saying that it takes two to tango.