My Mentos are on fire.

Mi Mente Enferma. That's how My Sick Mind is translated into Spanish. I had a reader today from Columbia, South America and the link translated the blog to Spanish, via the smart folks at Google. I had no idea. To see your blog translated, click on your Buddy link on the right of the Spanish page. Click here to see Mi Mente Enferma (Lo que está en mi cabeza, derrama sobre el monitor del ordenador).

The girls are playing golf this weekend at Superstition Mountain, Arizona; outside of Phoenix. Take a minute and wander over to the Golf Channel for the coverage. If only to see the beautiful course and the background. I think I know where next year's vacation is going.

The NCAA tournament is back this weekend, where the cream should rise and Cinderella will find that the shoe doesn't fit. By Sunday, we'll be down to the so-called "Final Four" which, although it does contain four teams, it is by no means final. There will still be two games left.

Speaking of final, we're winding down (I hope) to the end of the Democrat primary process and should soon (I hope) figure out whom is going to represent the party in the November election. It's getting ugly. John McCain has trotted out the "L" word in response to Barack Obama's plan for our economy if (when) he is elected.

He called him a "liberal" and made a generalization about liberal politics and how they always lean on the people, meanwhile Obama's plan included continuing the stimulus plan, so what's McCain talking about? When he finds out, he'll let us all in on it, I'm sure.

What I fear is that the masses of asses will be either (a) lured in by McCain's name-calling and catch-phrase spouting rhetoric and/or (b) afraid of voting for a man of color because they are afraid of the unknown.

It reminds me of a conversation my mother and I had a while ago. The house next door to hers was being sold for the um-teenth time, and each time previous, it was sold to people who were kind of smarmy or had some police action in their background. It needs to be stated that they were all Caucasian (white):

Mom: I hope they don't sell it to any black people.

Me: Why? The only problems you've had have been with white people.

Mom: Yeah.

That's why I didn't have any issues with Obama's comments about his mother and her built-in fears of black people. He was right. People of her (and my mother's) generation have a pre-installed issue with people who are "different". They're good people, but they have a 1930s mentality that is inbred, and as such, a difficult issue to overcome. I should say that mom supports Barack Obama too, so I know her heart is in the right place.

Big media and 24-hour news programs need controversy to build an audience, and Obama's comments were fodder for programming. It didn't help that he made that comment on our own WIP radio here in Philadelphia. Perhaps we got a bigger dose than the rest of the country? I heard it live and didn't think anything of it. Thankfully, they died a quick death and we've moved onto other things, like the problems the country is facing, which is the real issue.

That being said, I hope we (the Americans) don't settle for the same-old-same-old and vote for another name-calling, rhetoric-spouting Republican to run our country for 4 years. Enough, already.

The only problems we've had have come from rhetoric-spouting Republicans.

Yeah.