I was thinking the other day…some would call it napping.

Others are thinking, too, and I would like to share one person’s thoughts with you, but first, I would like to say…My name is Lee Bonorden, and I did not approve this message:

What if John McCain were a former president of the Harvard Law Review?

What if Barack Obama finished fifth from the bottom of his graduating class?

What if McCain were still married to the first woman he said “I do” to?

What if Obama were the candidate who left his first wife after she no longer measured up to his standards?

What if Michelle Obama were a wife who not only became addicted to pain killers, but acquired them illegally through her charitable organization?

What if Cindy McCain graduated from Harvard?

What if Obama were a member of the Keating 5?

What if McCain were a charismatic, eloquent speaker?

I can’t take credit for this, but it does make a point.

If these questions reflected reality, do you really believe the election numbers would be as close as they are?

This is what racism does. It covers up, rationalizes and minimizes positive qualities in one candidate and emphasizes negative qualities in another when there is a color difference.

The citizen, who speaks his mind, also said with America facing historic debt, two wars, stumbling health care, a weakened dollar, all-time high prison population, mortgage crises, bank foreclosures, etc. the choice for president is clear.

Educational Background:

Obama: Columbia University — bachelor of arts in political science with a specialization in international relations.

Harvard — Juris Doctor, Magna Cum Laude

Biden: University of Delaware — bachelor of arts in history and bachelor of arts in political science

Syracuse University College of Law — Juris Doctor

Versus

McCain: United States Naval Academy — Class rank: 894 of 899

Palin: Hawaii Pacific University — one semester; North Idaho College — two semesters — general study; University of Idaho — two semesters — journalism; Matanuska-Susitna College — one semester; University of Idaho — three semesters — bachelor of arts in journalism

“Now, which team are you going to hire ?” asks an inquiring mind.

It’s at times like this when I could sure use a blonde joke, but I have none today.

Crime fighting takes a team, so here’s my part today. It comes from yet another victim of an unsolved burglary:

Notice to the “midnight shopper” that helped themselves to the scrap that was in trailers in back of my shop!

You must have done some real searching! This is stuff my 8-year-old son and I worked on to put the earnings toward his education.

What you plan to do with the electric chain hoist that was in a storage unit is a question.

The chrome semi tractor bumpers cut in 3-foot sections, the half fenders and the muffler guards and the semi fuel tank have been reported to not only the Austin Police Department, but to all of the salvage yards within a 50-mile radius as well.

It would make my 8-year-old happy to have it returned; no questions asked.

We hope you can look yourself in the mirror.

The stuff taken was from our shop, a semi garage, south of The Old Mill. It was located in back of the shop; not seen from the road nor from the front of the shop.

Got any tips? Call Barb Langan 433-2333.

No jokes today, but there is a story that should get your attention:

Two radical Arab terrorists boarded a flight out of London.

One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat.

Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat.

After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, “I need to get up and get a Coke.”

“Don’t get up,” said the Marine, “I’m in the aisle seat. I’ll get it for you.”

As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marine’s shoe and spat in it.

When the Marine returned with the Coke, the other Arab said, “That looks good, I’d really like one, too.”

Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch i t.

While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marine’s other shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed theflight.

As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. “Why does it have to be this way?” he asked. “How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes and…Cokes?”