More Random Thoughts

I have all these random thoughts bouncing around in my head and I think the best thing to do is to get them out here on the table, so to speak, so I can get back to worrying about the really important things in life. I believe, and I have no expert backing on this, but I believe that having too many random thoughts in one's head is what turns a person into a serial killer. And, I would hate to start down that road this late in life.
Speaking of murder, I think that if I was planning to murder someone, I'd spend a year watching all the CSI shows. Now, don't be alarmed. I really don't think I'd ever kill someone deliberately. But, from watching CSI, I have learned lots of things not to do if I ever would try my hand at it.
For instance, you might think that if you, let's say in the heat of the moment, murdered a friend or a mate, and their blood splattered all over the room, that the best thing to do is to get the bleach out and wash the blood away. It makes sense to me. But, evidently those crime scene people can tell if you've used bleach. Seems that it shows up under some sort of light. And, since policemen probably watch CSI, the first thing they're going to suspect when they find bleach is that you've murdered someone. I'm so paranoid, I've stopped bleaching my underwear.
If I was some sort of clever, but diabolical inventor, I'd invent a cleanser to clean away the stuff in bleach that shows up under the light. That way murderers could run out and buy some of that stuff after they cleaned away the blood with bleach. Since I'm not very scientific, there's little chance I'll ever get around to inventing that, so, if you're the clever, but diabolical sort, be my guest.
Anyway, most of the thoughts in my head do not pertain to murder. They deal with more mundane things. For instance, what do you think about the city council (Richmond) trying to get rid of panhandlers in some parts of town? Why just some parts? You know, if I lived in a part of town where they allowed panhandlers, I'd be rather jealous of the people that lived in no-panhandling sections. I might even want to murder someone. No, no, I didn't mean that. It was the CSI speaking.
But, I would be jealous. I think what the city ought to do is take a section that no one really liked. Maybe, they could rent Cloverleaf Mall from Chesterfield. Anyway, they could take that section and make it a panhandler paradise. Cloverleaf Mall would be great. There's plenty of room for the panhandlers to sit or stand if they were the industrious type. And there's also plenty of room for the bleeding hearts to drive around and hand out money.
Evidently, there are still a good number of people who really believe that when the drop a dollar in a panhandler's cup, he or she (the panhandler, that is) is going to run right out and buy a double cheeseburger from McDonald's. Yeah, right...only if the cheese is of the port wine variety. I hate it when I'm waiting at a stoplight and a panhandler goes to the car in front of me and that idiot gives him something. It makes me look so bad in the eyes of the panhandler.
I used to not to look at them, but I read somewhere that panhandlers have little respect for people too cowardly to look them in the eye. So, now I look at them and say, "No." But, I can tell they still don't have much respect for me. And, if there's one thing I want to do, it's look good to panhandlers.
Something else that has me wondering is just how thirsty Americans have become. Have you been in a WaWa or a Sheetz lately? About 75% of the store is devoted to fountain drinks. I just wish I were thirsty when I go in. They have all kinds of sodas, teas, coffees, lattes, shakes. Of course, most of the drinks have sugar, and as a diabetic, I have to stay away from all that. Where were all those drinks when I was a young diabetic-in-training?
Speaking of diabetes, here's another thing clogging up my brain. I heard this TV commercial that started out, "Great news for diabetics." Well, they had my attention. Had a cure been found? Could I go eat a cake without passing out? I was giddy with excitement.
Turns out the news wasn't all that good. It was a commercial for one of those blood sugar testers. It's the least painful tester on the market, or so they say. Hey, when the best thing you can say about something is that it doesn't hurt as much as other things, I say just shut up. Telling a diabetic that a new tester is good news is tantamount to telling a crippled guy that you have great news for him and then when you have him so excited, you open a box and show him a brand new shiny pair of crutches. Hip hip horray! New crutches might be nice, but don't say you have good news, just give 'em to me.
How can people be so cruel? I think something should be done to stop those people. And, if you want to be the one to stop them, I'll bring the bleach.