As my old friend, Ken David now deceased, used to say, today I’m scatter shooting. This means in my case, there are a lot of things I’d like to touch on, but none that I really want to address in depth.

I don’t know about you, but the early candidates who have tossed their hats into the ring for the next presidential election remind me of yesterdays warmed over beans. They seem dull and lifeless with all the juice cooked out, but still capable of producing gas. There is hardly a new face in the crowd, and those that are new, in my opinion, aren’t anything to write home about on either.

Doesn’t it make you wonder where all the men (add women to the list now) who are truly interested in being a public servant have gone? Today, all I see is a bunch of people jockeying for power. I don’t know if it is the idea of having a 747 plane to travel the world in or whether it is the perks that come with being the head honcho-paid full-time servants, someone to open doors, carry your briefcase and hold an umbrella, a helicopter to take you to your plane that is on a par with a luxury yacht and which takes off when YOU arrive, or if it is leaving the office after four or eight years with more money than he/she could possibly have earned in a lifetime? Whatever the draw, you can be assured that all national political offices are virtually off limits to anyone who doesn’t already have money or the means to get money for a political campaign. If you think you are voting for someone like yourself, rid yourself of that foolish notion. I suspect none have had to work as you have, live as you have or struggled to feed and clothe a family. They are the elite, and they are know it.

Servants? I don’t think so.

I’m not going to pick on Hillary, though I am certainly no fan of hers, but I was greatly annoyed when I heard her using a fake Southern accent. It sounded so false that it actually hurt my ears to listen to it played over and over again on the news.

Doesn’t it frost you to hear people, no matter who they are, use a Southern accent when they were not born and raised in the South? It always comes out sounding corny. I just wish people would stop trying to mimic a Southerner.

Why are we all so fascinated with the death of poor Anna Nicole Smith? We must be since media coverage has been wall-to-wall for weeks. I do feel badly about her death and that of her son, but I’m tired of the frantic rush to get the latest tidbit.

It is sad when anyone loses a loved one, but hearing it over and over every day of the week is about like eating burned toast for two weeks. It gets old after a while. I just hope the courts make the best decision for the baby. She is a cute baby, and I feel sad for her.

I know why March is called March Madness now. When someone’s team loses a tight game, they turn into grouches. Any game is just that-a game. Whether it is basketball, baseball or football, it isn’t worth raising your blood pressure over or having a stroke. I wish people became as passionate over things that are truly important as they are over ball games. What a crazy world we live in!!!

Spring has sprung, and even in the mid-West it is warmer. Things are coming up and with the renewing of the plants, my spirit sores as well. Of course, we’re likely to go from 70 degrees to 100 faster than you can go from 0-70 mph in your souped up vehicle. That is one thing about mid-Western temperatures. They can change quickly and without a lot of warning.

However, I’m still happy to see spring and even happier to see lower utility bills.

In case I don’t get another column written in the next week or two, I’ll wish you all a Happy Easter. Remember that Easter is the celebration of the resurrection of Christ.

“May the hen of good fortune lay a giant golden egg in your Easter basket.”