My name is Buster and I’m an old hound dog. I’m actually internationally known as Buster the Ferrari Basset – the Ferrari part referring to my quickness, especially in mounting a dinner table and clearing its contests despite other diners’ protests. A hound dog must do a what a hound dog must do! You may ask, quite understandably so, just why an old Basset Hound would want to write a blog, especially a political blog. That’s a good question, and I wish I could come up with a good answer, but to tell the truth, its not entirely clear to me either. I suppose that I may be a little smarter than your average hound dog and am given to attempting to reason things out. Goodness knows our tired old world could use a small infusion of reason. Actually, a number of my friends had suggested I throw my hat in
to the ring in aught eight. I might have considered it, but I’d never heard of a hound dog running for President though we’ve certainly had some unusual characters do just that and a few were even successful.
Also, I get really tired of listening to my old pappy complain about the state of the country, the world, and who ever else may be out there. You see, my old pappy was once a bean counter, at a time, as he puts it, when they balanced the books regularly. He doesn’t approve of the way a lot of companies are run now-a-days, not to mention the banks and stock markets.
So, with that sordid backdrop, I thought I’d put my two cents in to the pot, so to speak. Come to think of it, I guess its been a while since two cents meant very much. Well, there are an awful lot of things going on which could benefit from some serious thought, but as Pappy would say, “You must set priorities,” or one could also phrase it, “First things first!”