We all make mistakes.
It’s part of life.

There’s truth in the saying that people who don’t make mistakes aren’t trying and will never accomplish much besides exist.

But then again…

Once in a while I stumble across something that’s so extraordinary, so annoying, so stupid – I must share it so you can join me in feeling superior to the people involved.

Of course I’m talking about a politician doing something incredibly dumb.

Off we go to Michigan.

State representative Todd Courser is in a whole lot of hot water with an awful lot of people.

According to the Detroit News he was trying to hide an affair he was having with one of his aides.

Yes, this is the lovely couple – each with their own spouse and kids.

Worried that he would eventually get caught he came up with this brilliant idea.

He would send out some bogus, really over-the-top emails that claimed he had sex with a male prostitute.

That way – when the real truth came out it wouldn’t look so bad.

Can you understand the logic behind that?
Me neither.

The guy gets caught because he was trying to get another of his aides to send out those bogus, over-the-top emails.

The aide was taping him because he didn’t want to do it.
The aide gets fired for saying no.

The aide releases the tape.

The stuff is hitting the fan in Michigan.

As we say in the hood – Mr. Courser is toast.

Politicians, as a whole, are interesting people.

One does not get into that line of work unless they have an oversized ego and thrive on public attention.

That’s not to say there aren’t good, decent people in politics that care about doing the people’s business.

But in my many years working in that slime pool – they are few and hard to find.

Which leads us to Donald Trump.

Outside of speaking his mind – which is a bit refreshing – what does this guy bring to the table?

It must be something since a whole lot of people seem to like him.

I can imagine him whispering to Vladimir Putin…

“Don’t mess with me. I’m rich and I’ve eaten guys like you for lunch.”

Maybe that would be a good thing.

All of this, of course, leads to football.

It’s here.

Wives are complaining and guys are happy.

Let us have our few moments of joy.

It tough being grumpy all the time.

Pssst.

Whataya want?

It’s Monday.

You’re a genius.
Please leave.

Aren’t you supposed to do a blog on Monday?

Not today.
Go away.

Okay.

There’s two things that strikes fear in the heart of the wife.

“Look what I bought”

“I’m going to saw some wood”

The first she has sort of learned to live with.

The second gets her all riled up.
The lady doesn’t like sawdust.

That’s strange because she doesn’t mind regular dust.

One cannot saw wood without making sawdust.

They go together.
Sawdust is man-glitter and it makes the garage smell manly-good.

It’s one of those laws of the Universe that keeps us scientists busy.

Men make sawdust.
It’s in our DNA.

Specifically, her complaint is I don’t clean it up.

That’s not true of course.
One can not clean up all the sawdust.

Another law of the Universe is you can never make the sawdust go away.

When sawdust was invented, they designed it so it would disappear into nooks and crannies until you left the area.

Then it would multiply.

Something like rabbits.

In Japan they ferment sawdust and then lie in it waiting for something to happen.
I have no idea what.

Maybe make more sawdust.
Here’s one for the ladies.
I think this is ramen, not sawdust.

That’s okay.
I’m sure the ladies don’t care.

Anyway, when the wife goes into the garage later there’s a little bit of sawdust.

It’s not my fault.
She doesn’t understand.

It may be a plot to stop me from buying more tools that make noise and threaten to cut my fingers off.

Later she asks me to make a planter stand for the back yard.

That would involve making sawdust.

It goes around in circles and I get grumpy.