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Ora Shay's
Sure-fire
Headache Remedy
by Ora Shay
Ed. Note: Ms. Shay, our token Republican, agreed to write for us only with the
stipulation that no editorial hands touch her words. Thus we publish this, her twelfth
column (see bottom of page for complete list), exactly as it came in over our email
transom.
Midland, TX. I'm plumb disgusted.
Now, understand, your correspondent is just a simple ol' girl from the middle of the West
Texas desert whose husband happened to hit it big drilling in a couple of sand dunes that
nobody else thought were worth spit which has enabled me to on occasion rub shoulders with
the rich and mighty of the Lone Star State. Don't think because of that that I'm on
first-name terms with any of the team of the best and the brightest that Midland's own
George W. Bush has assembled around him to straighten out this messed up old world,
because I'm not.
But.
I do know Midland, and I know the kind of parenting that goes on
here, and I know the kind of children that kind of parenting produces. Which means for all
practical purposes I know our brave President, and which also means I know what kind of
people he would pick to help him run things.
What gets my goat no end, and why I'm so disgusted, is all this
childish sniping that goes on day in and day out in what passes for the media these days.
I swan.
If you're watching TV in the 21st century, you tune away
from Fox News at your own risk. There's no telling what kind of pagan pablum is
going to assault your American ears on any other channel.
I mean it's no surprise when a Frenchman writes a whole book arguing
that President Bush and his best and brightest advisers knew about the 9-11 attacks before
they happened. What do you expect from a so-called nation that gave the world Coco Chanel
and her ilk who wouldn't know a full-figured West Texas doyenne if she saw one?
But what about these people who apparently are card-carrying
citizens of the United States (at least I assume so because they speak good English with
no accent whatever) who get up in front of the TV cameras and cast endless free-thinking
doubts and aspersions on the domestic and international plans and actions of the
administration? How, I ask you plain and simple, is that different from treason,
my fellow Americans? Didn't we all learn in high school civics class that treason
means giving aid and comfort to our enemies? Miss Purvis at Permian Basin High certainly
brought that lesson home to me and no two ways about it.
But I turn on a non-Fox channel, or I happen to tune in to NPR (now
there's a hotbed of free thinkers for you), or I pick up a New York Times (which for some
reason every 7-Eleven in Midland insists on carrying a stack of every day, put out in full
uncensored view of every child who walks in for a grape Slurpee or Diet Sprite Big Gulp),
and lo and behold there are all these big mouths spouting off about how all the President
wants to do is to make America and the world safe for rich people.
Well, I can tell you, as a not-quite-rich person, that is a pile of
horse you-know-what. What built Midland into the thriving metropolis that it is is
the same thing that built Des Moines and Detroit and Denver into the thriving metropolises
that they are, and that is pure-dee old American get-up-and-go unfettered by a
bunch of socialist know-it-all free-thinkers trying to say you can do this but you can't
do that and when you're finished doing we're gonna take back 75% of your net profits and
distribute it among the ones who are too lazy to have any get-up-and-go.
As I say, I don't know George W. Bush personally (though of course I
know people who know people who know him, and I did go to high school with the third
cousin twice removed of a girl whom he dated in his sophomore year), but I know Midland,
and as a Midland product I know what he's thinking and that is to bring to distant
shores and the benighted inhabitants of distant shores the advantages and opportunities of
what my highly successful oilman husband Deb likes to call "the freest market in the
history of this troubled old planet."
Ulterior motives, like those weirdo journalists are talking about
all the time? No way. People in Midland don't have ulterior motives. They
wouldn't know an ulterior motive if it bit them on the rear end if you'll pardon my
French. Midlanders tell you what they want and they tell you straight out what they're
going to do to get it, and then they go and do just what they told you they were going to
do.
If you want to avoid headaches from now on when you're watching the
news or reading the newspaper, just keep that in mind. Listen to the President's
words and just believe every dadgum word he says, and you'll find your life is a
whole lot simpler, happier, and in the Lord's good time if you've got the spunk to get out
there and work, richer.
END
Ora's Other
Output:
Shay No.1: Thanks a Lot,
Dubya!
Shay No. 2: Just Say No to Tasteless Dubya Jokes
Shay No. 3: Attaboy, 43!
Shay No. 4: Midland's Own Boy George
Shay No 5: Noblesse Oblige in the Permian
Basin
Shay No. 6: Oil Patch Sage
Shay No. 7: Soft Talk
Shay No. 8: Ta-ta, La-la Land!
Shay No. 9: An Open Letter to Saddam Hussein
Shay No. 10: S.A.A.F.J.: A Tale of Henry Kissinger
and My Favorite Fly Swatter
Shay No. 11: Poisoning the Well, Oh My!
Shay No. 12: Pagans Attack Our President
Shay No. 13: Ora Shay's Sure-fire Headache Remedy
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