I’m a simple guy. Always have been, and at this point in my life pretty sure I always will be.
The green grass of a well-kept baseball diamond, covered bridges, daughters and grandsons, my best friend and the many good deeds that good newspapers do . . . those are some of my warm and fuzzies.
Conversely, rudeness, things that are unfair, mean-spirited jerks (you know who you are) and the lunacy that is becoming our country give me cause for despair.
Why the sharing? Because every once in a while, you just have to get a few things off your chest. And for the eight or nine of you who read these meanderings from time to time, I beg your indulgence.
Let’s start with Rep. Rashida Tlaib and Rep. Ilhan Omar and their aborted trip to Israel. Look, they have every right to dislike Israel, and frankly, Israel has every right to say to them, hey thanks, but no thanks.
That’s pretty much what happened, but of course when a decision is reached that someone doesn’t agree with, today’s world stops revolving and Katy bar the door ‘cause there’s gonna be some fisticuffs?
Why is that?
Can somebody tell me?
It’s kind of like another member of “the squad,” Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. She can’t seem to let go of her beef with the Electoral College. It’s a “scam” in her words and negatively impacts minorities.
Sorry, Ms. Cortez, but I’m just one guy out here in Indiana who thinks it’s kind of nice that Hoosiers have some say in who wins the Oval Office. Maybe you folks in New York, California, Texas and Florida like popular vote, but for this tax-payer in Indiana that sure doesn’t sound fair either.
Speaking of Texas, they didn’t put Beto O’Rourke (back) in elected office. Why should we?
OK, before the Democrats start gathering up feathers and heating tar, I’d like to respectfully suggest that our president lose his cell phone. I loved the idea that he was going to drain the swamp – although it looks like those waters are still pretty deep to me – but what in the world is presidential about answering every criticism with some New York tough talk? Is it asking so much to at least try to act presidential?
Jumping around, haven’t we heard enough already about Jeffrey Epstein?
Over in sports, sorry Colts fans, just can’t get back on the Andrew Luck bandwagon.
Your calf hurts? Oh, it’s your ankle? Tell that to a guy who owns the small auto repair shop and goes to work every day with a bad back. He either shows up and does the work or he watches the doors and cash register sit dark. Tell the guy or gal who work in a factory your ankle hurts. I guarantee you their ankles hurt, and their knees and wrists and more. They don’t bring home one-tenth of what you do and they work a lot more hours in hell of a lot worse conditions.
But yeah Andrew, you worked hard to get to where you are. Good for you. No one’s saying you didn’t. But now that you’re there, here’s four words the rest of the world lives with and you might try it your own self: Suck it up, buttercup!

Two cents, which is about how much Timmons said his columns are worth, appears periodically on Wednesdays in The Paper. Timmons is the publisher of The Paper and can be contacted at ttimmons@thepaper24-7.com.