The Sunshine Empire

As I was driving through Keystone Heights Florida this evening I passed a Hardees.  I had purchased a large hamburger there the previous week and I had been harboring feelings of guilt and shame ever since.  So I had learned my lesson and was passing by, but the sign out in the front of the restaurant caught my eye.  It was advertising their new country breakfast burrito.  Because don’t we all feel the same way.  Country breakfast, and the word burrito just are synonymous with the vast swatch of the American heartland.  I know I remember when my late grandmother would cook up some country breakfast burritos back on the farm.

I have also come to the conclusion that Ultimate Fighting, or UFC, is the most over hyped product since New Coke.  I listen to the Howard Stern channel on my way to work, and they are constantly talking about UFC as the next Boxing, back when people gave a shit about boxing.  But pulling down a few Newcastles I happen to catch the pay-per-view that was on and I have to say that it was just rank homosexual cuddling.  Men will sometimes watch women’s beach volleyball when they give not one damn about the sport itself.  I can only imagine gay men must be fascinated by this.   I’m not insinuating that all UFC fans are gay, but I can only imagine being gay and appreciating it.  But I know nothing, because I watch CSPAN sometimes for amusement.  I download political commentary to listen to on my I-pod, not Little John.  Ok I have one Little John song and that is it.  OK.