Thursday, May 31, 2012

Be Happy … Don’t Worry

 

Dear Reader:

I had planned to do a Blog on this subject to set-out the many reasons why things are not as bad as they appear.  But then ..

The video killing / dismemberment occurred in all its gruesome detail.

Hard to be optimistic in the face of that.

Ergo – my Blog is postponed until further notice.

I do though want to do one concerning the Roman Catholic Separate School System since I am convinced its days are numbered should our (Ontario’s) distinguished Premier retain power.

Look for this next…

KDG

 

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

HAPPY MEALS ARE NOT WHAT THEY …

 

Used to be.

Not that they were ever anything to rave about.

Each week, I take my two grand kids to McDonald’s for dinner and have been doing so for some time.  Everytime, my grandson Patrick orders a Happy Meal because he is still of an age where he likes to get the toy of the week lodged inside the the Happy Meal Box.  Something like Cracker Jacks used to do for you older folks, like me.

Anyway, it works for McDonald’s because it certainly is not due to the quality of the food inside the box.  A meagre looking hamburger, along with a small folder of fries and a shot glass size paper cup for a soda.  Plus the toy of course.

But this week things had noticeably changed.  At least they did when we finally sat down at one of their most uncomfortable tables.

Patrick had ordered his Happy Meal as per usual and on opening the box, immediately complained that his fry order was greatly reduced in size.  His sister Kristen suggested that he must be mistaken but then she and I looked inside his box and saw at the bottom some 5 to 6 lonely fries.  That was it – his total fry order.  In place of the missing 20 or so fries was a tiny little container of yogurt which could be totally consumed by one small spoonful – two at the most.

McDonalds, you can see, has got up with political correctness – healthy is in.  So now in place of lousy food, you get even lousier but a little more healthy food.

Patrick looked dejected, as well he might, until I promised him that I would include dessert with the evening’s fine dining. 

So much for eating healthier. Maybe McDonald’s took this into consideration when it adopted its apparent healthier approach.  Sly devils.

But it will do them no good.

I forget what Kristen ordered but I ordered the chicken mcnuggetts which tasted like dry sawdust and just as tough to eat.  Where do they get this stuff?

Well at least Patrick got his toy; but let me add, he is so attached to them that he customarily leaves them behind in my car.

I have the feeling that our days of McDonald’s eating are over.

Hurrah.

As I see it …

‘K.D. Galagher’