Francis Albert vs The Moon Sisters

The perfect lubricant for Ol' Blue Eyes pipes

Frank Sinatra, arguably the best singer of the twentieth century, so enjoyed a glass or three of Jack Daniels, the elixir supreme of Lynchburg, Tennessee, that he was buried with a bottle or two. He earned it.  He was a producer, a maker of music, a man who created jobs that kept America's wheels of commerce turning.  And, because he was a fan of their product, the Brown-Forman company which distills "Jack" has decided to honor Frank's memory with a special edition dubbed "Sinatra Select".  

With a suggested retail price of $150 to $170 for a 750 milliliter bottle, ( I forget.  Is that a fifth or the half-gallon jug?  I don't do metric.) it will be among the priciest American  whiskeys.  Genuine, rectified, high class bust-head fit for booze hounds who demand the very best.  This 90 proof liquid orgasm will only be sold at duty free stores in a few major international airports and will be in limited supply at the company's Lynchburg distillery.

Were I still allowed, I'd be first in line.

Good for Frank, and good for Jack Daniels!

In our nation's capital we have just the opposite, a story of NO success, NO productivity,  of clueless takers with no shame and no brains who's only contribution to society is to print and spend money we no longer have.  They are content to leave the bill to our children and grand-children just as long as it gets them re-elected.  Two of the dumbest of these congressional parasites are representatives Donna Edwards of Maryland and Texas representative Eddie Bernice Johnson.  These exasperating dolts have recently proposed the creation of a national historical park on the surface of--are you ready--THE FRIGGING MOON!

On the whole it looks a lot like Nebraska.

Representatives Edwards and Johnson, neither of whom you'll ever run into at the Mensa picnic,  believe that the growing spacefaring of other nations and private corporations means that it's only a matter of time before somebody else lands on the moon.  They are concerned that if we don't protect the "artifacts"(see beer cans) strewn about the various Apollo landing sites that items may be damaged or stolen.  Of course neither of these idiots seems aware of the very real fact that the Department of the Interior, the agency tasked with running our parks,  is having plenty of trouble keeping our earthbound parks open.  People wait up to twenty years for a permit to raft down the Grand Canyon and there are barely enough rangers to shoot tranquilizer darts into Yogi Bear right now.  And these bimbos want to add THE MOON to the mix??!!

What has happened to our country?  How can we elect people like this to ANYTHING?  Have we become so intellectually incurious that we will vote for someone with NO resume who brings nothing more than a good speech to the job?  Oh, wait, we answered that in 2008.

Never mind.  

My advice:  Do like Frank.  Pack a bottle of Sinatra Select in your coffin.  I'm reasonably certain that's what you'll smell on God's breath when you reach the Big Up Yonder. (NO politicians allowed!)

Salute!

See if you can spot Alice Kramden.