choking on bullsh*t...

I have a problem. It's not a big problem per se. In fact, I would consider it a positive quality but others would probably see differently. You see, I have a tendency to shoot off my mouth with highly astute observations without any form of solicitation by others whatsoever. This is usually not a problem. It gives people a fresh perspective on the topic and a good laugh to boot. But sometimes it backfires and I pay. Do I ever pay. Let's look at an example shall we?
NPR. I love NPR. I find the news to be highly informative and more often than not quite entertaining. On Monday afternoon, during All Things Considered, our Crackhead in Power was doing his best to imitate Mr. Magoo and doing a fine job of it I might add. Speaking at a press conference he responded to a reporter's question about whether he had been misinformed when he stated that no one had anticipated the levee breaking in NO:
"No, what I was referring to is this. When that storm came by, a lot of people said we dodged a bullet. When that storm came through at first, people said, whew. There was a sense of relaxation, and that's what I was referring to. And I, myself, thought we had dodged a bullet. You know why? Because I was listening to people, probably over the airways, say, the bullet has been dodged. And that was what I was referring to. "

In my fervor and need to voice my opinion with as much gusto as possible, I did it. I formed the word in my wee little brain and began moving it into my vocal chords at unprecedented speed. But, thankfully, common sense reared its ugly head and shutdown so completely my trachea that my word, a word so appropriate to the way I felt, was diverted down my esophagus in a devastating retreat. This caused such spasms of rejection in my diaphragm that: Yes folks, I choked on bullshit.

Children, especially 6-year olds who love nothing more than to mime their dad, really have no idea the sacrifices their parents make for them.