We Have the Chain, Where’s the Ball?
Nobody Flashes
When it comes to shoes, I haven’t put on a pair of high heels in over ten years…mostly because I had to wear them all the time. Right now. I’m a tennis shoe woman, and K-Mart does me just fine. BUT…Adidas is going to release a new sports shoe called the JS Roundhouse, and for $350 dollars you can strap those plastic shackles around your ankle and feel confident that no $%&% is going to steal them off your feet, and we all know that for $350, there is going to be a LOT of people who are going to want them. 
When I wore high heels, I ALWAYS looked for the ankle strap.
But not everyone is happy. Here’s a few comments:
“A chain on your ankle ain’t nothing good for nobody,” Sykes (NBA) said “Whether it be the Jews, the Egyptians, whether it be the African-American slaves, whether it be the Filipino slaves, anything with a shackle on your ankle shouldn’t be made fun of, or like it’s a cool thing to have.”
We showed the shoes to customers and workers at the store. Some say they are racist. Others say they’re just ugly. But no one seems to like them.
“You’re either talking about slavery, or maybe being in jail, but either way it’s glorifying something that no one should be proud of,” one customer said.
Nobody Thinks the designer is onto something here…in fact…since I see those boys all the time walking down the street with their pants falling off…I can’t imagine the horrible feeling they are going through..since I know the horrible feeling I am going through just watching them. So! Why not put some chains AROUND your neck, attached them to your belt…then you can wear those pants as low as you want and NEVER be afraid of them falling off!
Buy a pair of Adidas, rap a song about slavery, and make millions.
Nobody is glad to help out. 
Father’s: Endangered Species
Nobody’s Opinion
Wow. What a difference a few years make. All week long the family was discussing where we were going to go on FATHER’S DAY. 
“All the restaurants are going to be packed.” I said. “And the movies…We don’t want to have to miss our movie time because there are too many people at the movies.” I said..again. “I love to watch you guys play golf, but on FATHER’S DAY, the courses are going to be packed.”
You never get old enough to keep thinking America hasn’t changed.
My son kept saying…”Mom…it’s okay, it won’t be a problem.”
I was remembering every single FATHER’S DAY I had ever celebrated with my own dad, the half hour waiting at the restaurants: The crowded movie lines. I was having a brain freeze.
As usual, ‘Dad’ had nothing to say, as if he knew “mom.” It was best to just let mom go on and on…
When we got to the Mexican restaurant…it was a ghost town. Mind you, two years ago this restaurant would have been packed with families. There were more employees than customers. And this wasn’t in my neighborhood, but my son’s, where $400,000 dollar homes are the norm.
Still, I wasn’t convinced we would make it to the show:
“Let’s tell them we want to make a movie.”
“Mom, we have two hours…we’ll make it.”
Well, “Mom” wasn’t so sure. After all, just last night we had made plans to make an 8 o’clock event, and the restaurant we went to, took almost 45 minutes to get our food together. That restaurant wasn’t crowded either. There was no reason we could think of for the long wait, except they wanted us to drink more They wanted to keep people there to make the restaurant look busy on a Saturday night.
We missed the event. 
My son was right. We made the movie, in time…no lines. We walked right up to the ticket counter and found out that the starting time for the moviewas 45 minutes later than their website said.
My son got upset…he lives on his I-PHONE, and in his reality, everything on the net is fact.
“You should update your website.” he told the young ticket taker. You could tell she could have cared less, and why should she? She was working on FATHER’S DAY.
To kill the extra thirty minutes– the guys played video games, just like in the old days…
When we finally got into the theater, the movie had…besides us, three other people. It was the great blockbuster (or so the internet said) Prometheus.
On the way home from the movie, we got to talking about Obama…and the economy. “He won’t be reelected mom. Sure, all the left people will vote for him, but even some of them will look at their bank accounts. The independents will kick him out.”
“Are you going to vote?” I asked my son.
“No, why? It’s a waste of time. “
And that’s the problem. I had no good reason to suggest that he should vote. He seemed so sure that Obama would be kicked out without his vote…and that’s what I was afraid of. If Obama knows he will NOT be reelected, what will he do to stay in office? What war will he start? Is that why he is helping the Muslim Brotherhood? 
Whatever Obama does, mom fears, it will be a lot worse than people not being able to eat at restaurants or go to movies.
I had to realize that FATHER’S DAY was going to be a thing of the past…not only because of the economy, but because good fathers…are disappearing, They have been kicked out of our society by the radical left, whose purpose was to feminize the population in order to get control of the kids.
It’s a fact that more single mothers head the households in America than fathers, and the men are struggling for work. Not the women. They all have high paying jobs as nurses and teachers..they work for the government. They are getting degrees. 
Can it get worse?
You bet. My son is thirty: He desperately wants to have kids of his own. But his job is insecure, and all the women he meets are divorced with kids of their own, and their minds on their own careers. Men…are expendable to them. Many days I’m sure, he feels hopeless about ever finding someone who will just love him for who he is. And it breaks a mother’s heart, that my son might never find out what it’s like to be a dad, and the joy of having kids of his own. He’s having trouble, like millions of others, just trying to keep his house, and stay afloat. I came home last night, more than mad at what the politicans have done to our future, our country, our hopes and dreams, then I have been in a long time. We don’t have to wait for the next generation to suffer, they are suffering now.
And that “Father” in the White House?
Let’s retire him to the golf course forever.
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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