So last week my back was bugging me from being hunched over the computer all day every day so I found a chiropractor who, while in his office, started making friendly chit-chat with me. I believe it was my inability to find gainful employment since I moved to Texas in April that prompted him to make some jab [I don’t recall specifically what it was] at Obama. I believe I retorted with a “it’s going to take more than a few months for him to fix all the damage that was done in the last eight years,” which seemed to rub him the wrong way.

After going back and forth and noting that he was starting to look a little riled up after I said “Dubya,” I figured I’d better derail this before he put my bones in strange, painful places, so I said, “I miss Slick Willie. Life was good while he was in office.”

Sending him on a nostalgic little trip down Memory Lane worked like a charm.

Note to self: For strange reasons that I cannot yet explain, these people love ‘Dubya’ so as long as I’m living in Texas, I’d better play nice with them and keep my mouth shut until the ‘Dubya-Trance’ wears off.

But apparently I’m not alone. Click here to read what political commentator and Texas gal Molly Ivins had to say (it’s laugh-out-loud funny). It’s a shame she died in 2007. I would have enjoyed reading her column.