Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Here's to dumb asses.



I used to hate them until I realized God put them on earth to entertain me.

My most recent being the youngster listening in on a friend and myself. We were talking about tipping waitresses at a regular place we eat breakfast. He also mentioned that hairdressers and cab drivers were traditionally tipped.

The kid said, "Cab drivers, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.  "Cops, too. Every time I get arrested I always give the cop $3 if he opens the door and keeps me from hitting my head on the door frame." I made getting busted sound like a weekly occurrence.

My pal looked at me. "Yeah, Three bucks sounds about right. That's what I generally give him if I don't get my head banged."

Hook, line and sinker. I imagine if this kid ever gets arrested he's gonna hand the cop $3 and I'd love to see that show.

One of my favorite dumb asses one time said, "Hey, I hear you sailor guys really party when you get off the boat."

"Yeah," I replied. "The hooker that meets me in the parking lot generally brings me a fifth of Jack, a half-rack of Stella Artois, an 8-ball or two of coke, some reds, six or eight Quaaludes, ten or twelve tooies, five or six hits of acid, a couple of peyote buttons and maybe 10 or twelve joints...oh, yeah. Some meth to keep me from passing out while I drive home. If I do any more than that I need a designated driver."

"Really?" he asked. "You know, I have a friend that can get you into rehab."

"Rehab is for quitters," I replied and walked off leaving him stunned.

Rehab? It would be more like a trip straight to the coroner's. That's enough stuff to kill a number of elephants, much less one skinny old sailorman.

Does it ever occur to anyone that I am regularly tested for drugs and that a DUI will stop my career cold? Does it ever occur to anyone that the Coast Guard checks my criminal record every time I renew my ticket?

I guess not.

Thank you, God for providing me with so many dumb asses and so much entertainment. It seems I seldom fail to go off to sleep laughing.







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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

AN email I got a while back.

Oh My How I Have Changed
I used to think I was just a regular guy, but...
I was born white, which now, whether I like it or not, makes me a racist.

I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today's standards, makes me a fascist.

    I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobic.

I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of big business.

I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel.

I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby.

I am older than 65, which makes me a useless old man.

I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary.

I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.

I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist.

I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual's merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist.

I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland for and by all citizens, which now makes me a militant.

Now, a sick old woman is calling me and my friends a basket of deplorables.

Please help me come to terms with the new me...because I'm just not sure who I am anymore!

I would like to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, new found changes in my life and my thinking!

I just can't imagine or understand what's happened to me so quickly!
Funny...it's all just taken place over the last 7 or 8 years! As if all this crap wasn't enough to deal with.
I'm now afraid to go into either restroom.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

I can be an a$$hole sometimes.

Back when the bathroom issue was in the news I had to go.

I was in a Massachusetts Wally World and went up to the service desk and with a straight face asked which room I should use.

My sarcasm was rewarded with the service counter person telling me to use the one I had been using all along.

Even in liberal hellholes like Massachusetts there are a few people left with common sense.





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Monday, April 24, 2017

I didn't mention it when it happened because I was sidetracked

 but the last of the Grandfather's club grandfathers is no longer with us.

I have to get in touch with the oldest of the grandkids and have a word with him and tell him it's over. It's sad but without at least one of the grandfathers left I would feel uncomfortable hauling the kids around in the bed of the pickup. None of the kids are related to me in any way and in this day and age it's probably pretty inappropriate for me to even consider this.

It's OK, though because all of the kids involved have the memories of our evening trips.

For any of you newer readers, the Grandfather's club started as a four of us older guys were discussing things we did as youngsters. We would sometimes ride through the farm country sultry evenings on the open bed of a pickup. 

Today this is illegal as hell and is considered reckless endangerment of kids.

We discussed this and I offered my pickup. 

The grandads would drive their grandkids up to a rendezvous point. There the kids would pile into the bed of my pickup. One car would take the point and the other would ride tail end as we rode through the countryside at dizzying speeds of maybe twenty five or rarely thirty mph.

We'd drive in the darkness and the kids would enjoy themselves. What was interesting is that as the kids grew up they never seemed to outgrow the trips through Mercer county.

I believe the oldest is about 19 now and he very well may be older than that because I do a lousy job of keeping score of things like that.

After we'd drop the kids off we'd meet at my place for a drink. When the oldest got his driver's license he'd drive the guys home and we'd have a few drinks together.

I think I am going to do something illegal with the oldest grandson when I run into him. I'm going to 'just happen to have' a 16 ounce beer in the reefer and split it with him.

One of the lessons the kids learned is that there is one hell of a difference between a criminal and an outlaw. Giving an 18 year old young man an eight ounce serving of cold beer is definitely an illegal act.

Pounding down several beers with him would be not only illegal but just plain morally wrong. 

Still, giving the kid 2/3s of a normal serving while I have a talk with him would be the act of an outlaw. I see no problem with that. I think in this particular case it would be the right thing to do.

I'll probably wind up just offer him a Coke or cup of joe. I do want to have a talk with him and see how much he has learned about being an outlaw. The most important part of being a good outlaw is being responsible.

I have to say that when we hauled the kids around they followed the rules. They always stayed seated and behaved themselves. The older kids took care of the little ones. I kept the speed down and obeyed the traffic rules.

I suppose from a legal standpoint they kids were endangered, but in reality they were safe. When you look at why the laws against this were enacted in the first place is because people were being irresponsible and ruined it for everyone else.

The Grandfather's club was a lot of fun and served a purpose but all good things come to an end. I hope that the grandkids all had a good time, made some good memories and learned something. If they did I am happy to have been a part of such a criminal organization.



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Sunday, April 23, 2017

President Trump went to Walter Reed and visited some of the wounded service people.



Of course the haters piled on as was to be expected. President Trump could save a group of newly born kittens from drowning and the haters would accuse him of contributing to the overpopulation of cats.

I think he ought to visit a little more often but keep it on the sly and not let anyone know he's doing it. Maybe make an effort to keep it a secret of sorts.

Of course two things will happen.

First word will get out among the GIs. That's a given. It will go through the entire miliary like a dose of salts.

The second thing is the media will discover it and make a big effort to 'catch' him red handed. You can bet your ass some reporter will get someone at Walter Reed to let him or her know when Trump shows. Hell, they can even intentionally leak it.

If they do that you can bet your boots it will be on CNN every time he visits Walter Reed...and probably in a good light.

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

I also found out that President Trump scheduled a rally in PA on the same day the White House Press Corps is having their annual dinner.

Good show!

Now about half of them won't be able to make the dinner because they'll have to go to Harrisburg to cover it.

Trump really is a master troller!




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Saturday, April 22, 2017

I do not think I am going to do a whole lot of traveling to parts of Florida. 

I just saw an ad for a Red Roof Inn that was close to $300/night. Ain't gonna go there!

Hmmm... I always wondered when I see these hideous rates how far one has to drive to find something reasonable. In my experience it depends on a bunch of intangibles. There never has been any rhyme nor reason to it.

Of course, an event in the area does drive the rates up. When the Pope came to Philly there were not too many rooms available and the damned few that were available were insanely high. 

Yet about 25 or 30 minutes away everything was normally priced. It was like a simple 20 minute drive would save you over a hundred bucks.

What I did not understand was that there was no tapering off of things. You went 20-30 minutes away and BAM! You seemed to cross the invisible mark and everything was regular price.  

I am now watching a friend gear up for a long cross country trip. He's planning it out and figures on camping a lot and getting a motel room every few days. It's kind of funny to watch.

"Huh? $275 a night there? Twenty miles away it's $39.95? Change in course!"

I suppose the funny part of it is that I'm pretty much the same way. Maybe even worse.

Actually I AM worse when it comes to the camping part. He's looking for camp grounds. I generally look at the ground I am standing on when I get tired. I'm also not as picky in my choice of motel, either. I'll admit that it is a miracle that I have never wound up at the Bates Motel and been ground up to hamburger or sold into slavery in Arabia or someplace. I have crashed out in some real fleabags.

There are generally three modes of trip planning and they are usually determined by circumstances. If I am traveling with my wife things are a little more upbeat.

If I am traveling with another guy I generally let him set the level of convenience and expense so long as it is reasonable.

If I am traveling alone it is very basic and primal. To me traveling per se is usually only a means to an end. Sometimes the trip is for the trip's sake but usually it is simply to get somewhere.


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Friday, April 21, 2017

I wish I knew what size feet Melania Trump has.



Every time I see her she's looking like a million bucks and being a wonderful FLOTUS. She's always looking wonderful.

I do notice that she is always in heels.

If I knew what size feet she had I'd buy her a pair of flip-flops so she could kick her heels off and rest those tired dogs of hers when nobody is looking. All day in heels must be pretty hard on a woman.




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Thursday, April 20, 2017

When you think about it, my entire life has been spent doing things that are inherently dangerous.


I have been a soldier, a commercial fisherman, a framer and a merchant seaman on tankers for the last twenty-five years. I have also worked at a flying job off and on, too.

The trick has been to find a safe way to do things and not get hurt. Fishing was just plain risky, period. No ands, ifs of buts about it. 

People died like flies out there.

While tankers can be a source of accidents the trick there has been to follow certain safety rules to a T and not be sloppy...EVER.
It really is no wonder I often gravitate toward things that are somewhat risky. 

It looks like things are going to get a bit harder for me to realize my goal in the flying field. I have narrowed things down to what is called Part 103, true ultralights.

I see little if any instruction out there and even fewer places to actually rent a true ultralight bird.

Actually, when you look at the safety record for ultralights they are not that bad. A bad landing is not like a regular plane crash. It's more like a bicycle crash. While you can get hurt in a bicycle crash you can truly get walloped in a bad landing on even a light sport plane.

Forced landings are different, too because with a Part 103 ultralight you have a lot more options. One can actually land safely in decent sized yard or even a suburban street.
Anyway, I am now looking into the Part 103 ultralight field which for me is really a lot more practical. It is a lot less expensive, the speeds are slower and it is a lot more Old School and closer to the ground type flying than general aviation.

General aviation is a money pit to begin with and as I am nearing retirement I can simply not afford to get into a money pit like general aviation. Enter Part 103 which means I can get an entire ultralight airplane for as much as or even less than the motorcycle I was looking at. I am even permitted to do my own repairs.
Still, I have to investigate things a little deeper, though. There are hidden expenses and headaches to deal with.

Where do you store an ultralight?

Of course, some can be broken down and stored in a garage and reassembled in a short time at whatever field one is operating out of.

Still, there are a few aggravation factors to look into. Something like that has to have a certain amount of practicality to it and as retirement becomes closer to being a reality I have to be wary.

Anyway, I am looking into something reasonably priced to do in the early part of my old age so I don't get depressed in my old old age because I missed out on something I could have done while I still could.



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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Curtis LeMay

 once commented that he we had lost the war he would probably be executed as a war criminal. I do believe he was right.

LeMay ordered that thousands of Japanese be  literally baked, fried and broiled with his fire raids. It wasn't done simply to kill people. It was done to destroy the Japanese factories that were spread out in residential areas. 

These days I get really annoyed when people start accusing generals like Eisenhower of being war criminals. What is interesting enough to note is that Ike was pretty compassionate about executing people. He only permitted one convicted deserter to be shot in the entire ETO. His name was Eddie Slovak.

On the other hand, Hitler ordered the execution of thousands and thousands of German soldiers for little reason. Perhaps a comment here or there and it was off to the nearest wall and be handed a blindfold and a cigarette.

I often wonder what the very people that think this way would heve been saying if they had been another GI Joe in Europe or the Pacific. It's pretty easy to be self rightous sitting behind a keyboard seventy years after the fact.

I grew up in the 60s and have been exposed to the activist mentality all my life and the way I see it, it really has nothing to do with human decency. A lot of activists are truly violent people. Many have committed crimes like indiscriminate bombings and arsons.

As for the causes, they really are generally whatever they get fooled into believing, generally they are leftist but not always.

Timothy MacVeigh was a right wing activist and he took down the federal building in Oklahoma City during the Clinton years. While I didn't and still don't advocate it, I sure understand how he felt when he did it.

Still, there is a certain spoiled brat  mentality there and often it is both cruel and cowardly. The ANTIFA people are both cowardly and brutal. I seriously wonder how many would return if someone simply unmasked them and took their photograph. Most of them are just as cruel and cowardly as the Klan. Many are worse.





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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

AN email someone sent me.

Civilization in 2017- this is priceless!!!
·         Our Phones - Wireless  

·         Cooking - Fireless

·         Cars - Keyless 

·         Food - Fatless 

·         Tires -Tubeless 

·         Dress - Sleeveless 

·         Youth -  Jobless 

·         Leaders - Shameless

·         Relationships - Meaningless 

·         Attitudes - Careless 

·         Babies - Fatherless 

·         Feelings -  Heartless 

·         Education - Valueless 

·         Children – Manner-less  

          We are - SPEECHLESS,

          Government - is CLUELESS, 

          Our Politicians - WORTHLESS!  

       And I'm scared - Shitless!




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Monday, April 17, 2017

Inspected by

#17



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Sunday, April 16, 2017

The disease industry.

I saw some kind of crap about how the Nazis had the cure for cancer. I didn't bother reading it other then a few sentences because I'm reasonably sure it's crap.

Yet I wonder if there are not cures for diseases that have been either shelved, shunted aside or out and out ditched because the disease industry knows they will be out of business.

Suppose they could knock the common cold out with one ten cent pill. There are a humongous number of businesses that would lose an awful lot of money. We spend a lot of dough on OTC cold medications. I can easily see where greedy business would hide something beneficial to us to preserve their income.

I wonder how much of this kind of thing really goes on. 



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Saturday, April 15, 2017

I just bought the entire light sport pilot course for under $9

which is a pretty damned good deal. Used books are generally cheap.

I also bought and Old School NOS flight computer for $10 shipped which is also a damned good deal. I'm sticking my toe into getting a light sport pilot license as I have shelved the motorcycle idea.

I do figure that I'll try and at least pass the written as an academic exercise. However, I am going to take a somewhat different tack on this. I intend to learn the materiel and not cheap out with one of those cheater study guides. Flying is serious business and I really ought to learn the materiel.

I do not know how far I really want to take this one. I do know that purchasing a sport plane is about as expensive as a motorcycle but is pretty hard to store. I could have simply kept a bike in the garage behind the Mazda.

There are also a lot more hidden expenses and I figure I ought to be pretty wary as I am getting close to retirement and should be a little more financially conservative. Flying can get awfully expensive awfully fast.

I am going to come up with a plan of sorts and set a goal.

It is going to take very careful research before I decide which way I want to go.

Back in the day a used small plane was actually affordable to the working stiff but Dr. Bob and Lawyer John got into it and pretty much ruined it for the working stiff.

Enter the ultralight which begat the light sport plane.

The light sport plane is little more than an oversized ultralight in many cases and is affordable. 

We'll see how this plan goes. 



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Friday, April 14, 2017

It is hard for me to sympathize with the guy that got beat up on American Airlines.

To begin with I read he was already off of the plane and charged right back in and dug in.

Secondly he physically resisted. He could have saved himself a lot of trouble and grief.

Thirdly while it looks like he got hammered, I seriously wonder how much of it is self-inflicted for the benefit of making it look worse than it is for the benefit of a future lawsuit.

Let's stop and think for a second about fighting with any security/LE/police/military type. It is common knowledge that you are not going to win the physical alteration. If you do win the battle you are going to lose the war. Physically battling against the system is a losing deal any way you slice it. You're gonna lose, Jack.

This clown fought the system physically and guess what? He lost.

Imagine that!

When things get so they are going to be physical against the powers that be it COURTROOM TIME. Sue the bastards, take them to court and you have a chance at winning.

Juries historically really don't like huge corporations so they are usually pretty generous with the settlements.

On the other hand, juries don't like assholes and this guy sure seems to have been one and if the jury thinks that this guy was being a jerk he likely won't get squat.

Guys like him don't really want to see me on the jury because I try and be fair and impartial and the truth is I don't like jerks trying to take what is not theirs.





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Thursday, April 13, 2017

I think I am going to go through a bunch


of old computers and get rid of them after I destroy the hard drives.

All they are doing is taking up space in a closet. I have not bothered to even fire a couple of them up in years and years.

Thirty caliber gunfire will generally destroy a hard drive.



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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Unit, spousal, one each has offered funds for a license to fly

which is interesting.

I have noticed that when my back was turned the FAA has created two new classes of pilot, recreational and sport.

Both of these are far more affordable than the traditional private pilot's license.

Maybe I'll license for that, who knows. However if I do it is going to be with some fairly simple and maybe even primitive aircraft.

We'll see.




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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

I am wondering what my next project is going to be.

Who knows?

Someone suggested putting a turbocharger into the Miata but I think I will pass on that one.

The little 1600cc engine goes fast enough to get me into trouble now.





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Monday, April 10, 2017

Complainers that should have their names posted publicly

The other day I read where people are complaining about a rifle range that has been in operation for over a century.
There is a simple solution for that.

Everyone that complains gets their name posted on a series of billboards that are erected in the general area. It would serve the purpose of warning people in the area who the local dumbasses and crybabies are.
These are the same people that move next to a major international airport and want it shut down. 


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Sunday, April 9, 2017

An open letter to the president.

The White House

1600 Pennsylvania Ave
Washington DC

Kid,

You oughta grow you a pencil thing moustache. The Errol Flynn/Clark Gable kind because you are now the Swashbuckler in Chief as I see it.

Errol Flynn's got nothing on you. He used to swing across the room on a chandelier with a good lookin' babe over his shoulder and fight eight or so guys off at once.

You, Mr. President, are defending you family which included some very attractive women and a young son. (Donnie and Eric are big boys and can take care of themselves.)

In addition to defending your womenfolk and children you are managing to fight about 60+ percent of Congress at once.

Besides this, you seem to spend an awful lot of your time up to your ass in alligators and still manage to remember you are trying to drain the swamp.

The way I look at it that makes you the biggest swashbuckler this nation has ever produced. 

Grow yourself a pencil thin moustache. You deserve it!

Yours,

Piccolo








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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Someone the other day



made a comment about the people on the History Channel show 'Swamp People'. It wasn't a nice thing to say and it was clear as to where this clown was coming from.
He simply wanted someone to look down on and his comment didn't get the results he expected.
I looked at him and pointed out that those swamp dwellers were a lot more competent than he was.
Those people hunt and fish for a living and take care of themselves in a basic way,” I said to him. “On the other hand the other day you had to call Triple A for a lousy flat tire.”
Yeah, well I...” he started.
You can't even change a flat tire,” I interrupted. “Yet you are mocking people that can feed, clothe, shelter and generally take care of themselves.
Sometimes celebrities make fun of basic people. When they do that they are talking with their mouths full. Not too many big shot celebrities can take care of themselves like the Swamp People can. In fact the celebrities rely on the admiration of the little people to attaainand hold their status.
Back when I was in high school one of my teachers made a comment about how without an education I would wind up shoeing horses all my life.
I shot back that the guy that the horses that lived on MY street did quite well. I pointed out that he had a rather nice place to live and a fairly new car that would start.
It was a reference because the guy was a slob and his yard was trashy and a couple of days earlier several of us had to push his car to get it started.
It got me a detention from him and smirks from a couple of teachers that were my admirers.
Shortly after I licensed about 25 years ago I went back to the family manse for a visit and ran into him. He addressed me by my name. “It's CAPTAIN Piccolo,”
When he asked me if I had gotten into Mass Maritime I prouldly replied, “No. I'm a Hawsepiper.”
He shook his head.

I think he has passed on because I drove by his house a few years after that and it looked well tended for. Someone else probably lived there.


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Friday, April 7, 2017

Someone the other day made a comment about the people on the History Channel show 'Swamp People'.



 It wasn't a nice thing to say and it was clear as to where this clown was coming from.
He simply wanted someone to look down on and his comment didn't get the results he expected.
I looked at him and pointed out that those swamp dwellers were a lot more competent than he was.
“Those people hunt and fish for a living and take care of themselves in a basic way,” I said to him. “On the other hand the other day you had to call Triple A for a lousy flat tire.”
“Yeah, well I...” he started.
“You can't even change a flat tire,” I interrupted. “Yet you are mocking people that can feed, clothe, shelter and generally take care of themselves.
Sometimes celebrities make fun of basic people. When they do that they are talking with their mouths full. Not too many big shot celebrities can take care of themselves like the Swamp People can. In fact the celebrities rely on the admiration of the little people to attaainand hold their status.
Back when I was in high school one of my teachers made a comment about how without an education I would wind up shoeing horses all my life.
I shot back that the guy that the horses that lived on MY street did quite well. I pointed out that he had a rather nice place to live and a car that would start.
It was a reference because the guy was a slob and his yard was trashy and a couple of days earlier several of us had to push his car to get it started.

It got me a detention from him and smirks from a couple of teachers that were my admirers.




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Thursday, April 6, 2017

Call me Captain Hilts.


I got signed up for my motorcycle course and was talking about it with a long time biker. He agreed I did the right thing taking the full 5 day course.
Then he asked me how long it had been since I had ridden a bike. To make a point I went straight to the sarcasm department.
"Last time it was a German bike I stole after I busted out of Stalag Luft III back in '44." I said. He chuckled.
A young guy behind me went wide eyed and interrupted. "You broke out of a prisoner of war camp during WW2" He asked, wide eyed.
"Yes," said the old biker. "This is Captain Hilts. He stole a German motorcycle and jumped two barbed wire fences but didn't get through the third."
"It wasn't a souped up Triumph like they used in the movie, either," I added.
The old biker said, "Yeah. He used a 1940 German army BMW and not only that he still had the sidecar attached. Now THAT'S Old School!"
The kid looked at me. "You don't look that old," he said.
"That's because I don't drink cheap booze," I said. "I only drink first class liquor off the top shelf and plenty of it!"
Hook, line and sinker.
The old biker looked at me and shook my hand and with a straight face, said "Good to meet you, Captain Hilts."

Us old guys stick together.




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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Three home invaders

 were shot and killed recently. The woman that was driving the getaway car has been arrested and charged.
What is interesting is that one of the relatives of one of the deceased home invaders is griping that the fight wasn't fair.
The person defending their home used an AR15 type rifle and shot all three invaders stone dead. Now someone is complaining that using a rifle like that meaans it isn't a fair fight.
Generally the person that complains about the fairness of a fight is the sore loser. Truth is there is no such thing as a fair fight outside of the ring. This 'put up your dukes' is a bunch of crap...especially when we are talking about criminal activity.
There is no obligation to fight fair to defend against a home invasion. Any weapon can be used and to be honest, it gladdens my heart to hear that a homeowner has outgunned an invader.
I think I am not alone in wanting to wake up to watch the morning news and hear that some cranky old bat fried a trio of home invaders with a flame thrower or a couple of gallons of napalm.
It would serve as an example to others that home invasion isn't a very good idea.
A few years back in another state there was a case in court where someone was going after a homeowner that defended his home. The prosecuting attorney asked the defendent why he had used a .45 automatic to defend his home.
Much to the amusement of the jury that let the defendant off, he replied that he didn't have a .46. I wish I was on that jury. I would have kaughed myself silly.
Truth is nobody should have to lose a child but the truth is also that it is up to the parents to raise their kids right. Still, as far as the fair fight business goes the term is generally used by the person that loses.
Back when I was in the service I was taught that if you find yourself in anything remotely resembling a fair fight than someone along the line did something wrong.

Personally I think an AR-15 is a pretty good houeshold defense weapon, depending on where one lives.




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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Working on my 'M' endorsement today.

I found a place that will give me the motorcycle course at  time when my work will permit. I'm going to sign up later today after I get back from DMV and get my PA motorcycle learner's permit.

I can't sign up without the permit so I will sign up this afternoon.







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Monday, April 3, 2017

Someone from overseas asked me about the election

I told them it was a case of stupidity on the part of both parties.

I explained that it was a case of Hillary could have beaten any of the potential Republican candidates EXCEPT for Donald Trump.

Any of the potential Democratic candidates EXCEPT Hillary could have beaten Donald Trump.

The Republicans wanted to run one of their party insiders and the rank and file revolted and forced them to run Trump.

What is happening now is the big shot Republican insiders are stymieing Trump as their way of punishing the little guys that supported Trump because they are scared he will upset their apple cart.

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In other news I spoke with he father of a 16 year old daughter that is concerned as she is a bright young lady and doing well in high school. She's thinking about college.

My advice to him was to make damned good and well she has a plan before coughing up a fortune for her education. Of course, he was 100% in agreement.

He apparently is a lot more open minded than most regarding basic vocational education. He gets it.

I have an old classmate that went the vo-tech route back in the 60s and back then most parents really looked down on vo-tech because they believed the only route to success was college.

The interesting part is that when Joe and Connie College were in the junior year at the college of their choice this guy was opening his own business. 

The business has flourished and is still doing well.

What is interesting to note is the business was adjusted over time to meet his needs over his life. When he was raising kids he went gangbusters and did a lot of business. Now that his kids are raised and his house is paid for he has slowed down and enjoys life a lot more. He still makes money but he now picks and chooses which contracts to take.

Many vo-tech graduates go well beyond being tradesmen and become successful businessmen. 

I look around and in my area I see several trucks with the logo of a local plumbing company on it. My guess is the guy that owns the business has never set foot in a college classroom. Same goes for the owner of a local roofing company that owns the trucks I often see.

I see a lot of people out there doing quite well that only had high school or a vo tech education.

Come to think of it, most of the pains in the ass seem to have degrees.









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Sunday, April 2, 2017

I am wondering what is going to happen next

One of the bereaved parents of a dead home invader are griping that the AR-15 the homeowner used to defend his home made the fight unfair.

You don't say! It is not supposed to be fair.

There was once a time when I felt bad for anyone that lost a kid but the time has past. I don't automatically feel that way anymore.

If you lose a child that is killed while he is in the process of committing a violent crime than you have an awful lot to do with it.
You should have been a better parent.

I suppose I'll still feel bad for you but if you run your mouth in public and blame other people and things for you child's demise you will get a damned smart answer from me.




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Saturday, April 1, 2017

It is a new Saturday and the deer are outside

enjoying some fine dining. They are pretty fat for this time of year because the winter was very mild.

Their coats are beginning to turn color from the grey/white/black to the rich tan color of the warmer seasons.

My antennas are out and doing well having survived the winter and it is getting near time for the does to throw their fawns. The cycle continues.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

I grow more and more disgusted with what I see around me.

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Yesterday I noticed a friend using a simple flip phone and I thought about it. I often think of taking a step backwards with things like technology. I am not sure how I feel on this issue but I am considering it.

  




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Friday, March 31, 2017

If you don't take the out I offer you, your ass is mine.


So some salesman found out the other day. I told him I wasn't interested he didn't listen so he was on his own.

He asked me if I was employed or retired and I told him I work three weeks a year in early October selling signs. I told him I sell them for $3 each, shipped, and they cost a buck to make, a buck to ship and a buck apiece for me. I said I generally move between 250,000 to 300,000 of them yearly.

Then he ran with the bait and had to ask.

"What do the signs say?" he asked. 

"A registered sex offender lives here," I replied.

He looked horrified. "Are there that many of them out there?" he asked, appearing quite shocked.

"No," I replied. "My customers are mostly grumpy old men that don't like buying candy for kids on Halloween."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman having a hard time keeping a straight face as she watched the salesman swallow it hook, line and sinker.






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Thursday, March 30, 2017

I was reading the other day and saw where some of the leftists are


arming themselves which is fine. Everyone has a right to self defense.

However these people looked like they were going to go on the offensive which would put the people they want to attack in the position of having to defend themselves.

We are getting closer and closer to a civil war as time passes. It is getting clearer and clearer that the left has no plan for a live and let live policy. They want to force the rest of us to live the  way they think we should.

Not happening.

If things keep going the way they are it is going to be a pretty messy affair and I want no part of it. If I get dragged into this mess I will be exceptionally cruel to make whoever wish they had simply left me alone.

I bear no malice toward anyone but simply reserve the right to be left alone, unharmed and keep my basic rights. 





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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

There is a story about mean old American Airlines

enforcing a rule and angering a special snowflake.

What happened is the Snowflake got a complimentary flight with the stipulation she conform to the dress code set up my American. To put it simply, she got a freebie. All she had to do to qualify is dress accordingly.

Of course she didn't dress accordingly. American refused to let her fly and the Social Justice Warriors are up in arms.

My guess is that as a result of this American will rethink their policy and stop issuing complimentary passes, although I may be wrong.

In short this little snowflake probably made something good go away. Companies often do this. When a freebie starts to cause them grief they simply eliminate it.

Actually what the employees ought to do for the little snowflake is throw a party to show their appreciation for ruining somethng for everyone else. A nice little party involving a GI blanket, boot socks and padlocks.

That is what people who ruin things for everyone else deserve. 



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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

You get what you vote for.



Stupidity on the part of local governments.


Some sanctuary cities are grousing that ICE is giving them undue attention.


Willie Sutton used to rob banks because that's whhere the money is.


It seems to me that ICE is patrolling sanctualy cities because that's where the illegal immigrants are.


I'd bet that if thee cities would give up the criminals in them that they would leave. If the illegals leave it is pretty likely thaat ICE would stop patrolling them becaue it would prove to be as fruitful as robbing a bank that has no money in it.



Of course, the people of those cities have to accept a lot of the responsibility for this because they elected the dumbasses that created this mess.




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Monday, March 27, 2017

The motion is tabled with little likelihood of it going anywhere.

I have sad heartedly decided against getting a Royal Enfield motorcycle.
I an also very grateful for one specific piece of advice a shipmate gave me.
Don't let anyone talk you out of getting a motorcycle, but don't let anyone talk you into it, either,” he said. It is some of the best advice I have ever gotten. It is to be my decision and my decision only.
As it stands now I am not getting a motorcycle of any size. I do reserve the right to rethink this, though. The issue is not 100 discarded, it is on the table with little liklihood of going anywhere.
I am, however going to take a class and get licensed for a motorcycle.

I used to have a motorcycle license years ago but when I changed my license PA would not honor it. I have wanted to get the endorsement for years and now think I will.




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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Yesterday's adventure in getting rid of paint has dragged on.



I still have it and can not seem to figure out how to get rid of it easily or inexpensively.


Mrs Pic says she can get rid of it through our trash service but it is going to wind up being a circus. Apparently they wil have to send out all sortss of special packaging.


It is stuff like this that actually causes a lot of illegal behavior. I know I could have ditched it somewhere and be done with it. I am loathe to do stuff like this for a couple of reasons. First it is wrong. Secondly getting caught would be costly and there is no shortage of little hippis stoolies out there. These stoolies would rat on a person for the same thing they would do if push came to shove.


Thhe system actually causes a lot of illegal behavior because they make things like this difficult. I'd bet that even all but the most die hard earth mama would ditch something like old paint if they were stuck with it.


Along the same lines a woman that was one serious King-Hell animal advocate moved to Florida and woke up to find an alligator on her front porch. Her attitude was "Get rid of it and I don't care how!" There's a lot of that going around when you think about it. Everyone seems to want to tell everyone else how to live. Nobody likes being told how to live, though.


The woman, who was both a tree hugger and gun control advocate pulled out a pistol and shot the hapless animal. After all, it was HER front porch. Had it been someone else's her attitude would likely have been different.


I suppose it would be one thing if the trash companies made it easy and had, for example, a monthly opportunity to get rid of stuff like unused paint.


I have figured out how to get rid of stuff like old unused brake fluid, transmission fluid and the like. You dump it in with your drain oil and take it to the oil recycling place. I actually have a guy that burns drain oil for heat in the winter. Don't add anti-freeze, paint or anything that will not burn though.


Paint is another category altogether.


The part that makes me wonder is that wee are talking about plain, ordinary latex/water based paint.



As time passes and the list of things that are hard to get rid of grows and the places to get rid of this stuff dwindles it looks like the human race is going to bury itself in its own rubbish.




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Saturday, March 25, 2017

Where do you get rid of paint?


Seems that in this day and age getting rid of simple latex based paint takes a crack team of HAZMAT specialists.  

I think that what I'll do is give it to the neighborhood kids a couple of weeks before Halloween.

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Friday, March 24, 2017

More government wonderfulness (not!)


I just got a shipment in of two dozen Old School 100 watt bulbs which I can use.

Needless to say the tree huggers are going to babble that I am ruining the entire planet but as usual they don't think.

The have two choices. I can either use a single 100 watt bulb as a heater to keep my plumbing from freezing in the winter or I can use a 1300 watt heater. Pick one.

The other use I have for Old School lights is by my reloading bench. My powder scale is magnetically dampened and florescent and LEDs can effect it. Powder scales are nothing to fool with.

Anyway I ought to be good to go for a while.

Between light bulbs and gas cans the government can screw up almost everything it touches. About the only thing they seem to have done right is make the P-38 can opener. 






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Thursday, March 23, 2017

I is home

I is, I is.

Feels good 



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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

There are only two days that a sailor shows any special interest in.


Those are the day you get on and the day you get off.

When you get on you are rarin' to go.

When you get off you are beat all to hell. On top of that you generally have a long ride home.

Alway be a rich businessman unless you can be a sailor. In that case, be a sailor.

I am glad I decided to be a sailor.


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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

One



of the things that irks the hell out of me is people that want to come here that won't take a proper oath of allegience.

If you are not going to support the country then don't even bother coming here.

It is as simple as that.



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Monday, March 20, 2017

One of the things that drives me nuts is

Trying to get something simple from people that claim they will get you an instant quote.

You fill out things and they start asking for too much information.

It takes more time to do this on the computer than it does over the phone and what's worse is they seem to have a few hidden charges.

I always ask for an Out the Door price and usually I get it but not always. If they quote me an out the door price I generally request they email it to me and then I print it up and bring it with me.

If they email me the price it's generally good because they know that I can simply show them a copy of the email. I have only had one person over the years try and squirm his way out of it and I wound up getting him crucified with his sales manager.

Doing business over the internet is a bit more of a pain because you really can't nail a single person down and it takes forever because everyone wants you to join their little club and be a member. This means that for the rest of your life you get pestered with emails.

An example is buying a car. You buy one and then for the next forever the dealer pesters you with wanting to sell you another. 

Why? 

I am not a member of the Car of the Month Club. Mine generally last me for 10 or 15 years. 

Trying to get a quote on a service is ridiculous, too.

It is insane. Say you want a house moved. You just want some idea of what it will cost. You jump through the hops and get your quote and for the next forever you get pestered.

When are you going to move your house again?

I suppose the next time someone comes along and makes an offer I can't refuse over the lot my house is sitting on. They act like it happens all the time.

I won't get into the supermarket and other store card game. Everyplace asks you if you have their card. If I had everyone's cards my wallet would be four feet thick.

"Do you have a card with us?" asks the clerk.

I generally put on my most serious face and reply, "No. I have been through a 12 step re-hab-bill-a-tay-shun program and have been card-free for four years now."

If they are sharp they outright laugh. If not they look at me wondering. 

Whatever. 


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Sunday, March 19, 2017

Earlier today on Facebook

someone posted having to go through the personal effects of a loved one they just lost.

One of my sisters went through my mother's stuff and took care of things and I am eternally grateful. I do believe she and I would have worked well at this but it didn't work out that way.

I suppose it is different for everyone but I look at things a little differently. It's simply all just stuff. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mom was in a rest home when she passed and I guess had a lot of just plain stuff in a storage locker. Before that when she moved out of the family manse my brothers and sisters broke the place up. I took a few small trinkets and that was about it. I took my dad's wings and bars, a couple scrapbooks, a footlocker and that was pretty much about it.

Later when my sister went through the storage locker she sent me a few odds and ends I have looked through but they still reside in the box they came in.

Truth is an awful lot of stuff went straight to the dump.

Earlier today I told a woman simply to get a dumpster, empty the storage locker and unless it is an authentic Ming vase simply get rid of it. A sharp knife cuts cleaner. 

I do not know why people pick up an object and slather all over it and carry on about how someone loved it. They likely didn't love the object, they loved YOU.

The truth is that you can't take anything with you when you go. When you leave behind stuff, that's all you leave behind. Your parents left YOU behind and really, that's about all that matters.

My life was pretty fast moving and I traveled pretty light. I have damned little that I have had since I was a young man other than some pretty good memories. 

I suppose an awful lot of what I own today is still pretty portable.

Still, I have to say that if I had to have cleaned out my mother's effects I would have simply looked at it as simply stuff and simply just gotten rid of most of it.

I suppose I might have had an estate sale first and then put the rest in a dumpster after posting a 'free stuff' alert in Craigslist. If someone else can use it, fine.

Anyway, you know who you are. Your mother left YOU behind and that's all that matters I suppose.

Still, I imagine for you it is going to be difficult so I wish you strength in the times coming.

Yours,

Piccolo 








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Friday, March 17, 2017

I am looking at motorcycles now (posted 0325Z 3/18/17)

 and am wondering which way to go. The model I want seems to hold resale value to the point where if I can get a deal I just as well buy new.

It used to be that a 3 model year old car was running 50% of the new retail value, but not any more. Right now it is crazy and to me lmakes no sense to buy used.

Even back in '90 I bought an '88 pickup for about half price and ran it until the wheels fell off. Not so these days.

I figure there is no point purchasing a 5 or 10 year old bike when I can snag a new one for only a couple of hundred more. It simplyy doesn't make sense to buy used.

On the other hand, a lot of bikes out there listed probably have the asking price a lot higher than the final selling price.

Who knows, I might get a deal on a used bike but I am not going to get one older than about 2010 or 2011 because I do want a more modern bike. I want it to ride and not to tinker with.

We'll see what happens.



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I have been told this is an Irish thing but it really isn't.

I saw a picture of Melania Trump talking to Barron and promptly lifted it and took it to the meme generator.

Good mothers tell their sons to wear clean underwear in case they have an accident and have to go to the hospital.

I posted it on one of the sites of Melania Trump admirers. Most people got a chuckle but there was one (as usual) that took offense.

She tried to bitch me out with a lack of success.

I asked her what tarpaper shack she grew up in because if her mother never told her to wear clean underwear then she didn't come from a very good family. If she gets into an accident and the doctors see she isn't wearing clean underwear the doctors are not going to try very hard to save her.

I got a harrumph out of her and a lot of other people got a pretty good laugh.




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Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Piccolo's Hash Award for All Hype and No Story formerly held by Geraldo Rivera has changed hands.



On April 21, 1986 a special hosted by Geraldo Rivera was aired. For weeks before opening the chamber in Chicago's Lexington Hotel it had been heavily advertised. Al Capone lived there for a few years and there was speculation of finding wealth everything from from huge piles of cash to the bones of former Capone enemies.

When the 'vault' was opened they found nothing but some trash and a couple empty bottles. The whole show was a bust and Geraldo Rivera was left with egg on his face in front of millions of viewers.

The incident is referred to as "Al Capone's vault" and to this day the term is a reference to any hyped up program that fails to produce anything.

The term may very well change and the title of the biggest hyped up story with no results should be bestowed to Rachel Maddow for last night's story on Donald Trump's taxes.

He paid 38 million that year and paid at about a 25% tax rate. President Obama paid a lower rate by a couple of percentage points and Bernie Sanders paid at even a lower rate than that.

From now on the term 'Al Capone's Vault' should be replaced. The term should be 'Donald Trump's Taxes' and attributed to Rachel Maddow.

On the other hand, if it can be proven that someone in Trump's camp schlepped the tax returns to the press there is another award to be issued. Donald Trump will go down in history as the biggest media troll that ever lived.




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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

I have seriously considered getting a motorcycle

 and as usual, I have chosen a different tack.

I am not looking for a heavy cruiser, a cafe racer or a crotch rocket. Nor am I looking at some kind of chopper. I am looking at a simple motorcycle, a dispatch rider's type of bike.

I think if I decide to get a bike I am going to go with a Royal Enfield. It's a rather simple, inexpensive machine and pretty Old School.

Of course, as an old man I am not going to take the damned thing into town. It will only be used for either very local shopping or for trips in rural areas. 

It sounds like a pretty good old man's type of machine. We'll see what happens.



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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

I have read where an increasing number of young men

 have decided to avoid marriage and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

With a 50% divorce rate and the laws stacked against the man it makes sense.




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Monday, March 13, 2017

One of the things they do at the hospital is

cart you to the door in a wheelchair no matter what.

It is stupid and the last time I got busted up they tried to do it to me with a remarkable lack of success.

I had a busted foot and they put me in a walking cast. I knew I had to get used to it so I simply wanted to walk on it to get comfortable with it. Of course they thought that was definitely out of the question. 

Someone approached me with a wheelchair and I politely refused. He insisted. I flat out refused. He said it was a rule and I shot back that I was a f***ing criminal and the rules didn't apply to me.

"But...but...but," he said.

"Bugger off!" I shot back and started to stump off towrds the door.

I suppose it was a funny sight, me stumping down the hall with a frustrated orderly of some sort pushing a wheel chair next to me.

We got a few feet before a Big Nurse type came charging in. She started in on how I was supposed to take the wheelchair because it was a rule.

"Big Nurse, My name is Randall P. McMurphy. I am a desperate criminal and your chicken$hit rules do not aply to me. Now let me walk out that damned door," I shot back.

A security guard hid a smirk. He looked plainly amused. He seemed know how I felt. The nurse looked at him like he was supposed to actually do something. I looked at the cop.

"You can't put me in da joint," I said. "I just got outta da joint!"

The guard laughed outright and looked at th nurse. "Give him a break. The man want's to walk. He's making no trouble.  What's the problem?"

I swear that if some psychiatric doctor had happened by the pair of them would have been sent off to a rubber room somewhere.

Two people in hospital uniforms babbling incoherently at some scruffy looking character in a walking cast walking off with a big look of disgust on his face.

The again, maybe he would have thought all three of us belonged in the booby hatch.

Then again, maybe the psychiarist would have joined the pair of them. Most of them seem to be worse than their patients.



To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY