Just a theory

Okay, call me a conspiracy nut. With gas over four bucks a gallon in several states (including parts of Michigan), I'm wondering if maybe OPEC isn't deliberately raising the cost of a barrel of crude in an effort to make the U.S. get out of the Middle East. None of the countries in the oil-producing Middle East want us there (gee, can't imagine why not--we've done so much GOOD! she said ironically). Maybe the Saudis pretend to befriend the Bushes but most of the 9/11 terrorists were Saudi. The more it costs to fuel our jets, tanks, Jeeps, etc., the more we pay for that damned war. And the more Americans pay for gas at home, the less likely we are to want to continue to pay that war bill. (Some of us didn't want to pay it in the first place.)

I'm a supporter of alternative energy development, but not necessarily of nuclear development, whether "nuclear" is pronounced correctly or as "nuke-you-ler" as our war-monger-in-chief says it.

Speaking of pronunciation, I'm not the world's best at pronouncing words correctly, but if I remember my speech class in 1970 correctly, much emphasis was given to correct pronunciation. So why am I hearing such gosh-awful misspeaks on tv? Yesterday one of the local yokels was describing a fight between two gangs, and he pronounced "skirmish" as "squirmish." No kidding. I do like the newly coined word "squirmish," but to me, it's how I feel waiting for bad news from the doctor's office. Or how my son with ADD used to act when it was time for bed.

As an astute reader can see, my mind is bipping and bopping around like a pin-ball machine, not resting on any one topic. Maybe it's the sinus issues. This spring, as longed-for as it was, is really doing a number on my allergies. Like a drunk on the highway, my mind is wandering from lane to lane without using its turning indicator.

Look out, world, here I go again. New topic. My husband's newly beardless state is being greeted with total silence from his colleagues, friends, and students. Just goes to show that people don't really look at other people. It's rude, for one thing, to stare and make personal comments (or at least it should be rude!), but you'd think someone would have said something.

There's no cute and handy way to close up such a distracted post, other than to recall a t-shirt I saw recently about ADD. The wearer of the t-shirt is saying to the world, "They tell me I have ADD, but... Oh, look! A bunny rabbit!" S.