To Live and Fry in LA

Well, it’s that time of year again. Nothing invokes the spirit of the holiday season in me like the sound and smell of searing animal flesh as it is being submerged into boiling oil. Aside from the obvious food appeal that Thanksgiving holds for me, I do have a lot to be thankful for this year, both on a personal and general level.

I’m thankful that Bobby Jindal finally got elected as governor. Hopefully immediately after he is sworn in, he will start the cleaning process at the legislature. There are quite a number of turkeys there that should be pardoned by him and set free. I’m thankful that Kathleen Blanco is gone. I think she will now take a job with FEMA as the first ever female czar of confusion. I’m mostly thankful that the elections are finally over. The negative ads and mudslinging had gotten pretty ridiculous. They seem to get worse every year. I’m waiting for someone to finally just let loose and instead of making accusations, just come onto my television and say, “My opponent is a bastard, a lying piece of scum that walks the earth without a purpose, wreaking havoc in the lives of innocent people. He will burn down your house, pee on your plants and rape your pets, do not vote for him.”

I’m thankful that Les Miles knows how to coach football even though at times he appears to be channeling Kenny Rogers a bit too much. I’m thankful that LSU is the team that represents my part of the country, especially since my officially licensed Saints paper bag has started moving toward the front of my closet again. I’m thankful that the BCS computer up at NORAD is finally working, and that LSU is ranked where they should be. Let’s just hope that it doesn’t go crazy before the end of the season and try to play tic-tac-toe against itself. (Obscure movie reference there, sorry)

On a personal level, I am truly thankful for lots of things this year; my family, friends, and a job that finally seems to be normal. The only problem is that if my job is going well, and the state gets on the right track now, I won’t have anything to write about.