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Almost missed a day
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Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
I did get taken by fake news a while ago but it was pretty slick
because it was supposedly about a Hollywood type.
The story was supposed to be that that idiot Jane Seymour suggested that gun free homes put a red bulb in their porch light. It sounded like something a Hollywood type would suggest.
So let's say they do. Pretend it's not fake news.
Let's go with this scenario. Troop 162 of the Boy scouts is having a committee meeting. The adults behind the scenes are looking at what to do to raise some money to send the kids to a jamboree.
"What do we need? asks Tom.
"Four, maybe five grand," says Pete.
''Ten grand work?" asks Tom.
"Ten grand?! Hell yeah," says Pete.
"No problem! We need a few drivers, a few video cameras and three bottles of cheap whiskey," replies Tom. "We pay a little visit to the uppity liberal east side."
"That's a great idea! But isn't it dangerous? Couldn't someone get shot?" asks Pete.
"No," replies Tom. "None of the houses with red lights own guns and even if they do they won't do anything because if they did they'd get arrested for hunting over bait!"
A couple of nights later:
Lefty the cameraman is hiding in a Ghilly suit in the hedge outside a house with a red bulb in the porch lamp. Tom shows up. It's about 2 am and the bars have just closed. Tom is really sober but has rinsed his mouth with cheap whisky and has spilled some on his shirt. He's a pretty good actor that really belongs in the movies. He's really a plumber that missed his calling.
He stumbles up to the door and beats on it shouting "Open up! I want me a WOMAN!!!"
Some sleepy eyed guy answers the door and demands to know what is going on
"Ain't this a whorehouse?" shouts Tom.
"Get the hell out of here!" snaps the angry father.
'How come ya got a red light in the lamp if this place ain't a whorehouse!"
In his sleepy daze, the homeowners eyes snap open and he looks at the lamp, unscrews it, closes the door and Tom hears him shout, "You moron, Louise! You put a damned red bulb in the door! This ain't no whorehouse! Damn you! It's almost three in the morning and I have to deal with a drunk because of your stupidity!"
The cameraman and leave and mosey on three or four doors down and set up again. Maybe their luck will change.
This house they hit pay dirt. It's a soccer mom with a husband that is out of town on business. She was the sheltered apple of her father's eye and was kept sheltered. After high school she went to college and majored in woman's dance studies, married two weeks after graduation and married the man of her dreams three weeks after graduation to a man that sheltered her.
"Open up," shouts Tom after beating hard on the door for a full fifteen seconds. "It's payday night!"
The hapless woman answers the door with her protective weapon, her cell phone."Who's there" she asks.
"It's Dave and it's payday night," shouts Tom.
"What do you want?" asks the terrified soccer mom.
"This is a whorehouse! Whaddya think I want?" answers Tom.
"I'm calling the police!" answers the terrified mother.
"But this is a whorehouse!" shouts Tom.
Tom hears her calling the police and bolts. He runs past the bushes where the cameraman is hidden and whispers "We got a live one!"
The cameraman scootches down a little deeper int the bush and waits. Tom runs around the house, clears the fence in the backyard and hits the street where Lou picks him up and takes him down to the next red light house. There's another cameraman in the car and they pull the same thing.
Meanwhile, at the soccer mom's house Clancy the cop shows. He's kind of tired and in a lousy mood. He was hoping for a quiet night. He knocks on the door, announces he's the police and the door flies open. He's treated to a babbling incoherent woman that is demanding to know why some nut beat on her door looking for a prostitute. She's a real mess and Clancy really doesn't want to deal with it.
The red light catches his eye. He tells her that the red light in her porch light means the place is a whorehouse.
She snaps and turns on the waterworks and really starts blubbering. "I didn't know!" she sobs. "Jane Seymour said if she wants to announce you live in a gun free house to put a red bulb in your porch light!" She's racking and sobbing. Tear the size of turds are rolling down her face. She's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Clancy unscrews the bulb and tells her to go back to sleep and promises he'll keep and eye out for her. He returns to his car, collects himself and in spite of his anger starts laughing himself silly.
The cameraman has caught it all and when Clancy drives off he pulls out his cell phone and two minutes later is picked yo by a suspicious looking black sedan. He and the driver go looking for another red light. In the car is another actor soaked in cheap whiskey and practicing his lines.
After a few trips everyone meets back at Lou's, they turn in their footage and go home. The next day a one of the guys does a little editing. He has ten different pieces of classic footage and puts them into ten different envelopes. Each one has a note to write the check to Troop 162, Boy Scouts of America and sends them off to 'America's funniest home videos'.
Three weeks later the check for ten grand first place arrives and the scouts got to go to the jamboree.
There alsoo isn't a red light in the entire town to be seen and every one of the houses that were hit is now sporting a decal in the storm door window decreeing that the house is protected by Smith&Wesson.
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The story was supposed to be that that idiot Jane Seymour suggested that gun free homes put a red bulb in their porch light. It sounded like something a Hollywood type would suggest.
So let's say they do. Pretend it's not fake news.
Let's go with this scenario. Troop 162 of the Boy scouts is having a committee meeting. The adults behind the scenes are looking at what to do to raise some money to send the kids to a jamboree.
"What do we need? asks Tom.
"Four, maybe five grand," says Pete.
''Ten grand work?" asks Tom.
"Ten grand?! Hell yeah," says Pete.
"No problem! We need a few drivers, a few video cameras and three bottles of cheap whiskey," replies Tom. "We pay a little visit to the uppity liberal east side."
"That's a great idea! But isn't it dangerous? Couldn't someone get shot?" asks Pete.
"No," replies Tom. "None of the houses with red lights own guns and even if they do they won't do anything because if they did they'd get arrested for hunting over bait!"
A couple of nights later:
Lefty the cameraman is hiding in a Ghilly suit in the hedge outside a house with a red bulb in the porch lamp. Tom shows up. It's about 2 am and the bars have just closed. Tom is really sober but has rinsed his mouth with cheap whisky and has spilled some on his shirt. He's a pretty good actor that really belongs in the movies. He's really a plumber that missed his calling.
He stumbles up to the door and beats on it shouting "Open up! I want me a WOMAN!!!"
Some sleepy eyed guy answers the door and demands to know what is going on
"Ain't this a whorehouse?" shouts Tom.
"Get the hell out of here!" snaps the angry father.
'How come ya got a red light in the lamp if this place ain't a whorehouse!"
In his sleepy daze, the homeowners eyes snap open and he looks at the lamp, unscrews it, closes the door and Tom hears him shout, "You moron, Louise! You put a damned red bulb in the door! This ain't no whorehouse! Damn you! It's almost three in the morning and I have to deal with a drunk because of your stupidity!"
The cameraman and leave and mosey on three or four doors down and set up again. Maybe their luck will change.
This house they hit pay dirt. It's a soccer mom with a husband that is out of town on business. She was the sheltered apple of her father's eye and was kept sheltered. After high school she went to college and majored in woman's dance studies, married two weeks after graduation and married the man of her dreams three weeks after graduation to a man that sheltered her.
"Open up," shouts Tom after beating hard on the door for a full fifteen seconds. "It's payday night!"
The hapless woman answers the door with her protective weapon, her cell phone."Who's there" she asks.
"It's Dave and it's payday night," shouts Tom.
"What do you want?" asks the terrified soccer mom.
"This is a whorehouse! Whaddya think I want?" answers Tom.
"I'm calling the police!" answers the terrified mother.
"But this is a whorehouse!" shouts Tom.
Tom hears her calling the police and bolts. He runs past the bushes where the cameraman is hidden and whispers "We got a live one!"
The cameraman scootches down a little deeper int the bush and waits. Tom runs around the house, clears the fence in the backyard and hits the street where Lou picks him up and takes him down to the next red light house. There's another cameraman in the car and they pull the same thing.
Meanwhile, at the soccer mom's house Clancy the cop shows. He's kind of tired and in a lousy mood. He was hoping for a quiet night. He knocks on the door, announces he's the police and the door flies open. He's treated to a babbling incoherent woman that is demanding to know why some nut beat on her door looking for a prostitute. She's a real mess and Clancy really doesn't want to deal with it.
The red light catches his eye. He tells her that the red light in her porch light means the place is a whorehouse.
She snaps and turns on the waterworks and really starts blubbering. "I didn't know!" she sobs. "Jane Seymour said if she wants to announce you live in a gun free house to put a red bulb in your porch light!" She's racking and sobbing. Tear the size of turds are rolling down her face. She's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Clancy unscrews the bulb and tells her to go back to sleep and promises he'll keep and eye out for her. He returns to his car, collects himself and in spite of his anger starts laughing himself silly.
The cameraman has caught it all and when Clancy drives off he pulls out his cell phone and two minutes later is picked yo by a suspicious looking black sedan. He and the driver go looking for another red light. In the car is another actor soaked in cheap whiskey and practicing his lines.
After a few trips everyone meets back at Lou's, they turn in their footage and go home. The next day a one of the guys does a little editing. He has ten different pieces of classic footage and puts them into ten different envelopes. Each one has a note to write the check to Troop 162, Boy Scouts of America and sends them off to 'America's funniest home videos'.
Three weeks later the check for ten grand first place arrives and the scouts got to go to the jamboree.
There alsoo isn't a red light in the entire town to be seen and every one of the houses that were hit is now sporting a decal in the storm door window decreeing that the house is protected by Smith&Wesson.
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Monday, February 26, 2018
I went into the wayback yesterday after the deer left
and saw what the winter hath wrought.
One of the trees was snapped by a storm about halfway up and created a nice widowmaker I will have to deal with before long. It should not be TOO awful bad but it has to be dealt with.
My wayback is tended to and is somewhat of a fairyland. Next door the neighbor has left it to nature and the winter was hard on it. There are a number of standing dead trees there and I'll probably go over and drop a couple of the smaller ones. There is a big one and I know better than to drop it because I don't have the youth anymore to un ass the area fast enough if/when anything goes wrong.
I work on her yard in return for using a corner of her tanglewood as a brush pile.
It is the beginning of late winter/spring and the runoff has gone into the wayback and left it awfully muddy as usual. I have considered planting a weeping willow as they suck up an amazing amount of water.
Anyway, I'll probably leave well enough alone until nature tells me it's OK. About the time the deer turn brown again I'll wander down and make my plans.
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One of the trees was snapped by a storm about halfway up and created a nice widowmaker I will have to deal with before long. It should not be TOO awful bad but it has to be dealt with.
My wayback is tended to and is somewhat of a fairyland. Next door the neighbor has left it to nature and the winter was hard on it. There are a number of standing dead trees there and I'll probably go over and drop a couple of the smaller ones. There is a big one and I know better than to drop it because I don't have the youth anymore to un ass the area fast enough if/when anything goes wrong.
I work on her yard in return for using a corner of her tanglewood as a brush pile.
It is the beginning of late winter/spring and the runoff has gone into the wayback and left it awfully muddy as usual. I have considered planting a weeping willow as they suck up an amazing amount of water.
Anyway, I'll probably leave well enough alone until nature tells me it's OK. About the time the deer turn brown again I'll wander down and make my plans.
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Sunday, February 25, 2018
Looks like a hole in the weather for a while.
It's been a fairly mild winter as the deer have shown me. They look pretty fat and sassy. More often than not around this year they look emaciated.
They are still dark grey in their winter coat but in a few weeks they'll turn into that traditional beautiful shade of brown again.
In about 8 more weeks some doe will throw her fawn about twenty five yards from where I am sitting.
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They are still dark grey in their winter coat but in a few weeks they'll turn into that traditional beautiful shade of brown again.
In about 8 more weeks some doe will throw her fawn about twenty five yards from where I am sitting.
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Saturday, February 24, 2018
There are a couple of things that happen when you have a
relationship with both a father and son.
It give me a place to create mischief.
The father is a friend of mine and so is the son. Of course the father is a father and I am an outsider which give me a little more clarity because I can see things from a different point of view.
When I was coming home from a tour I had a pretty good bottle and texted the father that he was good for a snort. He returned telling me that he was out of town.
"Oh, well, I'll split it with Tommy," I texted back. Tommy is his teen aged son.
I called his son and told him to text his son and ask his dad if Jameson's is any good.
I fooled the father for probably two seconds but that's OK. His dad gave me a call and we had a chuckle. He knew I had put his son up to asking that.
Instead of getting upset, he texted his son back that the old stuff is pretty good. I imagine the son was surprised to hear his dad reply with that. Then again, maybe not. He's beginning to pick up on sarcasm and it's delightful. A while ago I told him I'd teach him to steal Corvettes so he could sell them and graduate from college debt free and he laughed instead of being shocked.
He's a good, clean young man and someone to be proud of.
Two messages were sent out loud and clear that night. Tommy is now one of the guys.
He's too young to drink, vote or own firearms but he is still one of the guys. He'll be getting his driver's license soon and I have offered to teach him to drive a stick.
Tommy was flattered and his father is probably looking at his son in a different light. Tommy's father is probably realizing his job is nearly done and he'd done a pretty good job.
Actually the truth is Tommy has been one of the guys in my mind for some time now.
Sometimes the parents are the last to know this.
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It give me a place to create mischief.
The father is a friend of mine and so is the son. Of course the father is a father and I am an outsider which give me a little more clarity because I can see things from a different point of view.
When I was coming home from a tour I had a pretty good bottle and texted the father that he was good for a snort. He returned telling me that he was out of town.
"Oh, well, I'll split it with Tommy," I texted back. Tommy is his teen aged son.
I called his son and told him to text his son and ask his dad if Jameson's is any good.
I fooled the father for probably two seconds but that's OK. His dad gave me a call and we had a chuckle. He knew I had put his son up to asking that.
Instead of getting upset, he texted his son back that the old stuff is pretty good. I imagine the son was surprised to hear his dad reply with that. Then again, maybe not. He's beginning to pick up on sarcasm and it's delightful. A while ago I told him I'd teach him to steal Corvettes so he could sell them and graduate from college debt free and he laughed instead of being shocked.
He's a good, clean young man and someone to be proud of.
Two messages were sent out loud and clear that night. Tommy is now one of the guys.
He's too young to drink, vote or own firearms but he is still one of the guys. He'll be getting his driver's license soon and I have offered to teach him to drive a stick.
Tommy was flattered and his father is probably looking at his son in a different light. Tommy's father is probably realizing his job is nearly done and he'd done a pretty good job.
Actually the truth is Tommy has been one of the guys in my mind for some time now.
Sometimes the parents are the last to know this.
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Friday, February 23, 2018
More and more can see why people want to blame
the rifle for the school shooting.
That's because an awful lot of people didn't do their jobs.
The FBI missed the boat and I suppose that's worth mentioning but that's not the main issue.
The county sheriff's office has had quite a number of contacts with the kid and they should be help responsible in a big way.
The clincher is that there was a deputy sheriff standing outside and didn't go inside to engage.
It's no wonder that so many agencies are blaming the gun.
This is getting to be the biggest cover your ass thing I have seen in years. All involved are taking the easy way out and blaming the gun.
Seems like a lot of that going around these days.
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That's because an awful lot of people didn't do their jobs.
The FBI missed the boat and I suppose that's worth mentioning but that's not the main issue.
The county sheriff's office has had quite a number of contacts with the kid and they should be help responsible in a big way.
The clincher is that there was a deputy sheriff standing outside and didn't go inside to engage.
It's no wonder that so many agencies are blaming the gun.
This is getting to be the biggest cover your ass thing I have seen in years. All involved are taking the easy way out and blaming the gun.
Seems like a lot of that going around these days.
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Thursday, February 22, 2018
Life is too short
to not enjoy good booze once in a while.
I just got myself a damned good bottle of scotch and I am going to enjoy it. I am NOT going to devour it like a dog on a ham bone and I am not going to mete it out one ounce at a time.
Last night when I got in I cracked it and poured out 100 ml which is a little over three ounces which is a pretty decent sized dallop. It's not going overboard and it certainly isn't being a cheapskate, either.
I added a couple of small drops of water to release the flavor and took a sip and washed it around in my mouth for a while and savored it. I put the glass down and started to arrange a few things before I returned to it for another small sip.
I repeated the process as I puttered around and took care of a few things. I made a meal and ate, and parked the glass until I was done and had another sip. The snort lasted me quite a while and when it was gone it left me just slightly more relaxed. I didn't have a real buzz of any sort but had truly enjoyed drinking a fine sample of a distillers craft.
Of course, there are times when a couple of guys can kick back and enjoy a good evening over such a good bottle but I had nobody around that wasn't busy so I went it alone.
After I had my dallop I parked the bottle, resisting the temptation to have another. If I wanted a buzz I would have probably just had some basic Jameson's or bourbon. However, I didn't want a buzz. I wanted to relax and enjoy one of the finer things in life and not have too much of a good thing.
I have had to eliminate bourbon because it triggers my cigarette cravings. Scotch and Jamesons don't seem to do that so I can have some of that, but not too much as too much triggers me.
I used to think that one could not have too much fun, but as I age I have found that enough is enough. You can have too mmuch of a good thing.
Sometimes I wish I had known this a lot earlier. It would have probably saved me from wasting a lot of good liquor by overdoing it.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2018
You brought it on yourself
is something I have been saying more and more of these days.
It seems like people are getting stupider and stupider every day.
The one I saw most recently involved a few ANTIFA types and a pretty rugged Samoan. They pepper sprayed a group of regular guys and got beat up for their troubles.
The ANTIFAs claimed "All we did was pepper spray them."
Did they think the guys were simply going to take a painful experience like that sitting down?
A pepper spray attack is often the beginning of a serious assault and in quite a number of places deadly force can be used to thwart such an attack. If these people keep this kind of behavior up someone's very likely to get shot.
They will carry on that it wasn't fair but the truth is they brought it on themselves.
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It seems like people are getting stupider and stupider every day.
The one I saw most recently involved a few ANTIFA types and a pretty rugged Samoan. They pepper sprayed a group of regular guys and got beat up for their troubles.
The ANTIFAs claimed "All we did was pepper spray them."
Did they think the guys were simply going to take a painful experience like that sitting down?
A pepper spray attack is often the beginning of a serious assault and in quite a number of places deadly force can be used to thwart such an attack. If these people keep this kind of behavior up someone's very likely to get shot.
They will carry on that it wasn't fair but the truth is they brought it on themselves.
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Tuesday, February 20, 2018
In a Facebook thread I pointed one thing out
to a few teachers that were against arming teachers.
The conversation went back and forth and I later pointed out that sometimes a whack job with a gun is a whole lot better to deal with than a whack job with a truck full of explosives.
For some reason the thread disappeared. I attribute it to the truth bothering the person that started it.
A number of years ago I was working for someone else and they started playing with the pensions. here were a lot of people upset. I was union at the time and as a result had no dog in the fight.
I was asked what I thought and told them that there was a lot of emotion going on regarding pensions and they were running the risk of workplace violence which I defined as anything from a shove to a bombing. When you think about it, all it takes is a guy that thinks he has nothing left to lose and the thought of losing a pension can do that to a man, especially one with a disease like cancer and not too much time left.
I pointed out that the office building was a damned soft target, the road system in and out was only one easily blocked road. I also mentioned that the long, straight runs with 90 degree turns were perfect for a sniper and a number of other things.
The supervisor that asked me turned purple and asked me why I knew so much. I told him it was obvious.
He wanted me to think like a killer so I did and it scared the hell out of him. What he didn't recall is that earlier he had asked me to think like a mechanic and I figured out what was wrong with something.
My reward for all of this was to be put on the watch list. I later humiliated him a couple times but that's neither here nor there. The clincher was when I asked him how he felt that I didn't think he was worth the 27 cents a bullet cost at the time.
The recent shootings in Florida have made a lot of teachers upset when the suggestion of arming them comes up and the truth is that most of them can't even begin to think logically.
"Can you imagine a social studies teacher with a Glock facing a killer?" asked one.
The truth is that a social studies with a Glock at least has a chance to survive and save the kids. The hand wringing little schoolmarm has no chance against an armed assailant. None.
The debate went on until a couple of us pointed out that the truth is that a guy with a gun isn't really the one you look out for as there are actually a limited amount of casualties that he can create before he is either overcome or runs out of ammunition.
Timothy MacVeigh took a truckload of fertilizer and diesel and practically leveled an entire Federal building. He killed 168 people and injured about 680 if my memory serves me.
Like it or not, we live only because someone doesn't want us dead. If they want us to die badly enough, we're goners. A lot of people don't want to face that awful truth but they ought to face it often.
Maybe it will tend to make them a little kinder towards other people.
I'll bet you if people were kinder to the Florida school shooter then we would not be having this sad discussion.
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The conversation went back and forth and I later pointed out that sometimes a whack job with a gun is a whole lot better to deal with than a whack job with a truck full of explosives.
For some reason the thread disappeared. I attribute it to the truth bothering the person that started it.
A number of years ago I was working for someone else and they started playing with the pensions. here were a lot of people upset. I was union at the time and as a result had no dog in the fight.
I was asked what I thought and told them that there was a lot of emotion going on regarding pensions and they were running the risk of workplace violence which I defined as anything from a shove to a bombing. When you think about it, all it takes is a guy that thinks he has nothing left to lose and the thought of losing a pension can do that to a man, especially one with a disease like cancer and not too much time left.
I pointed out that the office building was a damned soft target, the road system in and out was only one easily blocked road. I also mentioned that the long, straight runs with 90 degree turns were perfect for a sniper and a number of other things.
The supervisor that asked me turned purple and asked me why I knew so much. I told him it was obvious.
He wanted me to think like a killer so I did and it scared the hell out of him. What he didn't recall is that earlier he had asked me to think like a mechanic and I figured out what was wrong with something.
My reward for all of this was to be put on the watch list. I later humiliated him a couple times but that's neither here nor there. The clincher was when I asked him how he felt that I didn't think he was worth the 27 cents a bullet cost at the time.
The recent shootings in Florida have made a lot of teachers upset when the suggestion of arming them comes up and the truth is that most of them can't even begin to think logically.
"Can you imagine a social studies teacher with a Glock facing a killer?" asked one.
The truth is that a social studies with a Glock at least has a chance to survive and save the kids. The hand wringing little schoolmarm has no chance against an armed assailant. None.
The debate went on until a couple of us pointed out that the truth is that a guy with a gun isn't really the one you look out for as there are actually a limited amount of casualties that he can create before he is either overcome or runs out of ammunition.
Timothy MacVeigh took a truckload of fertilizer and diesel and practically leveled an entire Federal building. He killed 168 people and injured about 680 if my memory serves me.
Like it or not, we live only because someone doesn't want us dead. If they want us to die badly enough, we're goners. A lot of people don't want to face that awful truth but they ought to face it often.
Maybe it will tend to make them a little kinder towards other people.
I'll bet you if people were kinder to the Florida school shooter then we would not be having this sad discussion.
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Monday, February 19, 2018
I guess that there is another hue and cry to outlaw a popular sport/utility rifle
which is both stupid and a waste of time.
First of all if they do outlaw the AR15 and demand a turn them in it is going to be another joke.
The toothpaste is already out of the tube on this one. There are millions out there and a couple of the states have demanded they be turned in with a remarkable amount of success. The number turned in is an insult to the meanest intelligence.
What will happen is that the rifles will become contraband and therefore will be sold, traded and transferred only on the underground market.
This means, of course, there will be no control of it whatsoever. Contraband is generally sold cash and carry to people with no regards to age. Ask any teenage pot smoker. They don't have to show an ID to buy narcotics.
However, they DO have to show an ID to buy a legal firearm these days and because firearms are legal for people of the proper age there is a protocol sellers have to follow to stay legal.
If you are stupid enough to think that criminals are going to turn in firearms, guess again. For that matter, it you think the bulk of honest citizens are going to turn in their once lawful firearms you might look at what has happened in Connecticut, New York and New Jersey. The number turned in is a poke in the eye to lawmakers. Many of them have been turned in by fraidy cat wives trying to save their husbands from themselves. I'm surprised that the number of battered women hasn't risen proportionally to the number of weapons turned in.
Then again, lawmakers are stupid enough to believe that people are going to obey any laws they enact. Yet they are too stupid to look at the drug problem. Surprise! Drug users don't obey the laws these clowns enact, either.
You think that the bulk of people will with firearms?
HA! You should live so long!
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First of all if they do outlaw the AR15 and demand a turn them in it is going to be another joke.
The toothpaste is already out of the tube on this one. There are millions out there and a couple of the states have demanded they be turned in with a remarkable amount of success. The number turned in is an insult to the meanest intelligence.
What will happen is that the rifles will become contraband and therefore will be sold, traded and transferred only on the underground market.
This means, of course, there will be no control of it whatsoever. Contraband is generally sold cash and carry to people with no regards to age. Ask any teenage pot smoker. They don't have to show an ID to buy narcotics.
However, they DO have to show an ID to buy a legal firearm these days and because firearms are legal for people of the proper age there is a protocol sellers have to follow to stay legal.
If you are stupid enough to think that criminals are going to turn in firearms, guess again. For that matter, it you think the bulk of honest citizens are going to turn in their once lawful firearms you might look at what has happened in Connecticut, New York and New Jersey. The number turned in is a poke in the eye to lawmakers. Many of them have been turned in by fraidy cat wives trying to save their husbands from themselves. I'm surprised that the number of battered women hasn't risen proportionally to the number of weapons turned in.
Then again, lawmakers are stupid enough to believe that people are going to obey any laws they enact. Yet they are too stupid to look at the drug problem. Surprise! Drug users don't obey the laws these clowns enact, either.
You think that the bulk of people will with firearms?
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Sunday, February 18, 2018
Adam Rappon is worthless
Adam Rippon is a skater that represented the United States at the Olympics. He's a jerk.
Nobody really cares that Rippon is gay but he has to make a big deal out of his sexuality and is really quite obnoxious about it.
He seems to have forgotten the the Olympics are about sports and only sports. He was sent there to represent the country as an athlete, not to promote his lifestyle.
He wasn't sent there to be a whiny little bitch and badmouth the Vice President Pence or President Trump. He wasn't sent there to make a big to-do about being gay. He was sent there to represent the country in his particular athletic skill.
I am surprised the gay community hasn't expressed embarrassment over his actions. He's acted exactly the way that is sure to bring embarrassment onto the LGBTQ community. He's just been nothing more or less than a whiny little obnoxious stereotyped faggot. Truth is most gays hate people like that.
I do, however put some of the blame on the American Olympic Committee, though for not vetting him first. Athletes are supposed to represent the country in a good light and not embarrass it.
Frankly I wish his team mates would hold him a nice little party consisting of a blanket and a bunch of socks containing padlocks. He's certainly earned it.
When his Olympic team mates are through with him the LGBTQ community ought to get their pound of flesh off the whiny little twerp for giving them a bad name. A folded entrenching tool upside the head sounds about right.
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Nobody really cares that Rippon is gay but he has to make a big deal out of his sexuality and is really quite obnoxious about it.
He seems to have forgotten the the Olympics are about sports and only sports. He was sent there to represent the country as an athlete, not to promote his lifestyle.
He wasn't sent there to be a whiny little bitch and badmouth the Vice President Pence or President Trump. He wasn't sent there to make a big to-do about being gay. He was sent there to represent the country in his particular athletic skill.
I am surprised the gay community hasn't expressed embarrassment over his actions. He's acted exactly the way that is sure to bring embarrassment onto the LGBTQ community. He's just been nothing more or less than a whiny little obnoxious stereotyped faggot. Truth is most gays hate people like that.
I do, however put some of the blame on the American Olympic Committee, though for not vetting him first. Athletes are supposed to represent the country in a good light and not embarrass it.
Frankly I wish his team mates would hold him a nice little party consisting of a blanket and a bunch of socks containing padlocks. He's certainly earned it.
When his Olympic team mates are through with him the LGBTQ community ought to get their pound of flesh off the whiny little twerp for giving them a bad name. A folded entrenching tool upside the head sounds about right.
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Saturday, February 17, 2018
Norman Rockwell enters the political fray
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Friday, February 16, 2018
The Olympics are on in the background
and the couple figure skating are very graceful.
People don't understand that grace like this requires a lot of strength and power.
It's one thing to watch a bunch of NFL gorillas bash each other around but I seriously doubt that a whole lot of them are capable of the grace and fluidity that is shown on figure skating events or in ballet.
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People don't understand that grace like this requires a lot of strength and power.
It's one thing to watch a bunch of NFL gorillas bash each other around but I seriously doubt that a whole lot of them are capable of the grace and fluidity that is shown on figure skating events or in ballet.
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Thursday, February 15, 2018
Wow! I just read where
the Paycheck (Trump)president wants to undo another part of the legacy of the Food Stamp President (Obama).
Trump proposes giving actual food to people in place of EBT cards.
Of course this is an unlikely sell to get past congress but it makes sense when you think about it. It will likely lower corruption rates among the program users to a dull roar.
They can't cheat on a program like this to buy liquor and cigarettes. Drug dealers won't take macaroni and cheese for drugs.
They can't buy several large boxes of shrimp and take them down the street to the next grocer and sell them wholesale.
On the other hand, it will be a miracle if Trump can sell this to congress because it would mean a blow to corporate welfare. Stores like Walmart take in a fortune on EBT card s and other government programs.
Still, they ought to do this because the honest Joe Taxpayer deserves to not have to see someone on assistance load up on things he can't afford only to take everything home in a car that's nicer than his.
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Trump proposes giving actual food to people in place of EBT cards.
Of course this is an unlikely sell to get past congress but it makes sense when you think about it. It will likely lower corruption rates among the program users to a dull roar.
They can't cheat on a program like this to buy liquor and cigarettes. Drug dealers won't take macaroni and cheese for drugs.
They can't buy several large boxes of shrimp and take them down the street to the next grocer and sell them wholesale.
On the other hand, it will be a miracle if Trump can sell this to congress because it would mean a blow to corporate welfare. Stores like Walmart take in a fortune on EBT card s and other government programs.
Still, they ought to do this because the honest Joe Taxpayer deserves to not have to see someone on assistance load up on things he can't afford only to take everything home in a car that's nicer than his.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2018
There is a memorial to the people that died on 911 in Bayonne, NJ
that a lot of people do not know exists. It is a gift from the Russian government and is called the teardrop memorial.
Here's a picture of it and what irks me is that it was given to us in 2006 but never received much publicity.
For what it's worth, the Russians have had to deal with terrorism also.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2018
First responders, first responders, first responders
Our excellent police, fire, EMTs and other are often called 'First Responders' and while many times they are, many times they are not.
More often than not, the guy in the street is the actual first responder..
The rough looking homeless guy that sees a car accident in the street and sticks his head into a coffee shop and shouts, "Someone dial 911! There's a car accident out here and a kid got hit!" is an actual first responder.
He saw something and was the first person to respond by taking action.
The guy that sees a fire and picks up his cell phone and reports it is a first responder. Sometimes after a guy calls something in he swings into action and tries to help out. A lot of lives and property have been saved by individuals just jumping in and taking action.
A lot of us have been first responders. I know I have been more than once.
It doesn't take much to be a real first responder, just a willingness to do the right thing.
We need more of them. Pitch in !
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More often than not, the guy in the street is the actual first responder..
The rough looking homeless guy that sees a car accident in the street and sticks his head into a coffee shop and shouts, "Someone dial 911! There's a car accident out here and a kid got hit!" is an actual first responder.
He saw something and was the first person to respond by taking action.
The guy that sees a fire and picks up his cell phone and reports it is a first responder. Sometimes after a guy calls something in he swings into action and tries to help out. A lot of lives and property have been saved by individuals just jumping in and taking action.
A lot of us have been first responders. I know I have been more than once.
It doesn't take much to be a real first responder, just a willingness to do the right thing.
We need more of them. Pitch in !
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Monday, February 12, 2018
Waiting...
is a major frustration to a lot of us, myself included.
Hurry up and wait is even worse. It is an exercise in both anger and frustration.
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A number of liberals have said they will lay down in front of tanks if Trump holds a parade.
Quick fix. Announce that the tanks will not stop for protesters and if the protesters don't listen, flatten them. Fred Dalton Thompson once said, "If you can't get behind the troops, get in front of them!"
Of course, people will say it's unfair, primitive, brutal etc but in a way it's not. Flatten a couple and the misbehavior stops. It stops things like that instantly because they know they can't get away with it.
Same thing holds in regular life.
Massachusetts has all sorts of rules that seem to encourage criminals. You are practically expected to retreat in your own home if invaded.
Quick fix. Allow the citizenry to arm itself, enact a make my day law, no requirement to retreat, a stand your ground law and castle doctrine and surprise! The crime rate will drop like a stone.
Of course, the do-gooders will scream that people are getting shot. They always seem to do this. They ARE right in a way. People WILL get shot. What the do-gooders seem to conveniently forget is WHO is getting shot.
What is likely to happen is the right people, the criminal element, will stop a few bullets and the problem will reduce itself to a slow trickle.
A big thing that people forget about the police is they can't do it all by themselves.
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Hurry up and wait is even worse. It is an exercise in both anger and frustration.
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A number of liberals have said they will lay down in front of tanks if Trump holds a parade.
Quick fix. Announce that the tanks will not stop for protesters and if the protesters don't listen, flatten them. Fred Dalton Thompson once said, "If you can't get behind the troops, get in front of them!"
Of course, people will say it's unfair, primitive, brutal etc but in a way it's not. Flatten a couple and the misbehavior stops. It stops things like that instantly because they know they can't get away with it.
Same thing holds in regular life.
Massachusetts has all sorts of rules that seem to encourage criminals. You are practically expected to retreat in your own home if invaded.
Quick fix. Allow the citizenry to arm itself, enact a make my day law, no requirement to retreat, a stand your ground law and castle doctrine and surprise! The crime rate will drop like a stone.
Of course, the do-gooders will scream that people are getting shot. They always seem to do this. They ARE right in a way. People WILL get shot. What the do-gooders seem to conveniently forget is WHO is getting shot.
What is likely to happen is the right people, the criminal element, will stop a few bullets and the problem will reduce itself to a slow trickle.
A big thing that people forget about the police is they can't do it all by themselves.
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Sunday, February 11, 2018
I am sitting here taking a break from things
which is a pretty good deal, except I now have writer's block and can't think of anything to write.
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The little rubber pads are starting to fall off my laptop and if I don't put a piece of cardboard down like I have then the table will likely be scratched. I should make a run to Lowe's or someplace for some stick-ons.
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One of the things I have seen happen more and more often are people that want to make a big dramatic to-do over things that mean nothing.
The maid was late. a piece of trim fell off my car. The deli is out of my favorite cold cut.
Lately when people tell me stuff like that I look at them and simply say, "First world problems".
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Ever notice that you can make the same recipe using the same foods, the same spices in the same amounts and sometimes it will taste better than other times?
I wonder why that is.
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The little rubber pads are starting to fall off my laptop and if I don't put a piece of cardboard down like I have then the table will likely be scratched. I should make a run to Lowe's or someplace for some stick-ons.
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One of the things I have seen happen more and more often are people that want to make a big dramatic to-do over things that mean nothing.
The maid was late. a piece of trim fell off my car. The deli is out of my favorite cold cut.
Lately when people tell me stuff like that I look at them and simply say, "First world problems".
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Ever notice that you can make the same recipe using the same foods, the same spices in the same amounts and sometimes it will taste better than other times?
I wonder why that is.
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Saturday, February 10, 2018
I was reading a thread of sayings and a lot of people
quoted a lot of great men. A few guys quoted regular guys.
My favorite was this:
"I carry a guardrail nut on a loop of 550 cord in my pocket. It may not be all whiz-bang tacticool, but one smack in the grape, and Its coloring books for Christmas!"
I do understand coloring books for Christmas because I have given them to a guy that really did something stupid to me a few years back.
I guess it stirred up a hornet's nest and he proved why. He ran around trying to find out who sent them and everyone that he asked played hell keeping a straight face.
"Who sent me coloring books and a Christmas card?" he'd ask everyone he met. Hilarity would ensue. When he asked me I said that it seemed like an ignorant thing to do and added, "You know, ignorance is nothing to laugh about." The people around me died inside holding back gales of laughter.
While you can't fix stupid, sometimes you can let it entertain you.
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Friday, February 9, 2018
Busy today
Jammed up today
Found a few minutes.
I just ran into a guy that had been off of work for several months living on a disability that paid about 60% of what he had been making when he was working.
He said it was fairly simple and that he actually enjoyed it and found ways to cut back expenses and was surprised that he actually managed to save a little, too.
I know this and sometimes forget it but we do what we have to do and we can generally get by. Sometimes it's a lot less stressful when we cut back.
I'll have to keep remembering that as time goes on.
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Found a few minutes.
I just ran into a guy that had been off of work for several months living on a disability that paid about 60% of what he had been making when he was working.
He said it was fairly simple and that he actually enjoyed it and found ways to cut back expenses and was surprised that he actually managed to save a little, too.
I know this and sometimes forget it but we do what we have to do and we can generally get by. Sometimes it's a lot less stressful when we cut back.
I'll have to keep remembering that as time goes on.
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Thursday, February 8, 2018
Out of town today
Another day passes and I have managed to get a few things done.
I hid out from the storm and got in late wondering what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised. The kid down the street had dug me a landing zone, a path to the garage door AND had made a path to the front door. It was a neat, workmanlike job.
I'll pay him for that tomorrow.
One of the things about living in a neighborhood is to make friends with the young people if you want to get things done.
I used to call the kids the Indian Street irregulars and they have been pretty good. Most of them have grown up and there has not been replacements at the rate of loss. I'm lucky to have the couple of helpers I do have.
The guy that did my driveway is growing up and will be leaving me in three or four years and I will be 70 and probably need him even more.
I have to find and groom a kid or two to help me out in my old age.
The young man does have a kid sister that seems likely to be wanting to make a few bucks helping me out, but I wonder if she'd be willing to shovel snow. I'll have to ask. She has expressed an interest in cat sitting and she'd likely be pretty good at it.
The young man has been a wonderful helper and when he leaves home I am going to miss him.
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I hid out from the storm and got in late wondering what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised. The kid down the street had dug me a landing zone, a path to the garage door AND had made a path to the front door. It was a neat, workmanlike job.
I'll pay him for that tomorrow.
One of the things about living in a neighborhood is to make friends with the young people if you want to get things done.
I used to call the kids the Indian Street irregulars and they have been pretty good. Most of them have grown up and there has not been replacements at the rate of loss. I'm lucky to have the couple of helpers I do have.
The guy that did my driveway is growing up and will be leaving me in three or four years and I will be 70 and probably need him even more.
I have to find and groom a kid or two to help me out in my old age.
The young man does have a kid sister that seems likely to be wanting to make a few bucks helping me out, but I wonder if she'd be willing to shovel snow. I'll have to ask. She has expressed an interest in cat sitting and she'd likely be pretty good at it.
The young man has been a wonderful helper and when he leaves home I am going to miss him.
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Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Day in day out.
I t has been well over a year since I stopped smoking cigarettes and probably nine or ten months since I stopped using nicotine replacement until the other day.
For the past few weeks I have had a horrible urge to light up. It’s been hideous to the point where I started back using the nicotine lozenges that seem to help a bit.
Since I started I did light up on the six month mark but that was a part of the original plan. When originally stopped I planned on lighting up at the six month mark to make myself sick. It did make me sick as hell. Since then I have used a cigarette ‘medically’ once when I woke up in the middle of the night. A couple of puffs made me feel lousy and I fell back asleep shortly thereafter.
Nine months into it I off the wagon for a few cigarettes. Again I fell off after the one year mark and almost lost it that time. It was hard getting back on the horse. I climbed walls for a long time afterwards.
It’s been over fifteen months now and it has not gotten any easier, not even a little bit. These past couple of weeks have been damned rough to the point where I reverted back to nicotine lozenges which take damned little off of the cravings but just enough to keep me going.
People have to remember that I have a fifty year habit I am trying to break. Actually it could be argued that it started in the womb as my mother was a smoker as a young woman. In the fifties nobody knew any better so my mom smoked during pregnancy and I’m sure the nicotine in her bloodstream went into my system.
I have been this successful because I have focused on the actual smoking and have not decided to worry about anything else. If I gain weight, tough. If I need nicotine to help me, so be it.
I know that as soon as someone finds out I have used a couple of nicotine lozenges they going to make a big deal out of it and all I have to say to them is, “How about being on my side for a change.”
This has not been a good fifteen months in a way because it has been a period of constant cigarette cravings and the past month or so it’s been touch and go.
I guess all I can do is persevere and to tell you the truth I am generally pretty good at that.
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Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Round and around and around.....
It seems like things run in circles and one always seems to wind up back at square one.
I read an internet website thread on buying new cars and it cinched it down in my mind even more. The system sends you in a big circle and you generally wind up back at square one unless you become an asshole.
I do believe that I am going to buy my next vehicle differently next time around. I do believe I am going to buy it on line simply because I do not want to have a car salesman breath on me. It is hazardous to one's health.
The trick to buying a vehicle is knowing what you want in the first place. Once you know exactly what you want it is a simple case of finding it at a reasonable price. Note I didn't say BEST price. Playing the best price game is a sure fire ticket straight to depression, anger, murder and suicide. You will ALWAYS find a better deal the day after you sign the agreement.
Anyway, sometime down the line that's the plan.
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I have read that there is a rash of package theft going on in the area.
I wonder what Amazon would charge to have a big box of used kitty litter dropped off at my place? Or at least box one up for me and I'll leave it on the porch periodically until it gets stolen.
I think I'll email Amazon and find out....
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I read an internet website thread on buying new cars and it cinched it down in my mind even more. The system sends you in a big circle and you generally wind up back at square one unless you become an asshole.
I do believe that I am going to buy my next vehicle differently next time around. I do believe I am going to buy it on line simply because I do not want to have a car salesman breath on me. It is hazardous to one's health.
The trick to buying a vehicle is knowing what you want in the first place. Once you know exactly what you want it is a simple case of finding it at a reasonable price. Note I didn't say BEST price. Playing the best price game is a sure fire ticket straight to depression, anger, murder and suicide. You will ALWAYS find a better deal the day after you sign the agreement.
Anyway, sometime down the line that's the plan.
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I have read that there is a rash of package theft going on in the area.
I wonder what Amazon would charge to have a big box of used kitty litter dropped off at my place? Or at least box one up for me and I'll leave it on the porch periodically until it gets stolen.
I think I'll email Amazon and find out....
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Monday, February 5, 2018
Some people don't know how to take a gift
Picture getting stopped drunk out of your mind, with a beer can in one hand, a hypodermic needle in the other with a joint in your mouth driving the wrong way down a one way street at ninety mph with an expired inspection sticker.
Now let's say for whatever reason the cop decided he's not in the mood to cart you off but he just HAS to write you up for SOMETHING.
So he decides to write you up for the expired sticker, a non-moving, no points, no insurance increase piddly little $25 fine offense. Scribble, scribble. Sign here. Thanks. Have a good day.
Of course there are a lot of people out there that would instantly start arguing with the cop. They would generally manage to talk their way into being charged with everything listed plus disorderly conduct, unsafe operation and a list of things a mile long.
The other idiots are the ones that want to take the expired sticker ticket to court and drag the cop in on his day off.
I have a hard time showing ANY sympathy for idiots like that.
Piccolo would say, "Thank you very much, officer," and not one more single word and drive off thinking he had won the lottery.
I have a damned hard time listening to people that have gotten a break prattle on about what a raw deal they got. I generally give people like that both barrels because they ruin things for everyone.
After running into a few people like that the average cop is likely to say to himself, "Why bother giving someone a break? It's just going to cause me trouble on down the line.
Again, we have to deal with people who ruin things for the rest of us...
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Now let's say for whatever reason the cop decided he's not in the mood to cart you off but he just HAS to write you up for SOMETHING.
So he decides to write you up for the expired sticker, a non-moving, no points, no insurance increase piddly little $25 fine offense. Scribble, scribble. Sign here. Thanks. Have a good day.
Of course there are a lot of people out there that would instantly start arguing with the cop. They would generally manage to talk their way into being charged with everything listed plus disorderly conduct, unsafe operation and a list of things a mile long.
The other idiots are the ones that want to take the expired sticker ticket to court and drag the cop in on his day off.
I have a hard time showing ANY sympathy for idiots like that.
Piccolo would say, "Thank you very much, officer," and not one more single word and drive off thinking he had won the lottery.
I have a damned hard time listening to people that have gotten a break prattle on about what a raw deal they got. I generally give people like that both barrels because they ruin things for everyone.
After running into a few people like that the average cop is likely to say to himself, "Why bother giving someone a break? It's just going to cause me trouble on down the line.
Again, we have to deal with people who ruin things for the rest of us...
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Sunday, February 4, 2018
It's Superbowl Sunday and I am not even going to turn the TV on
for the entire day.
The NFL can kiss my butt.
And that is all I have to say about that.
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The NFL can kiss my butt.
And that is all I have to say about that.
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Saturday, February 3, 2018
Day in, day out.
SOmetimes it can be a real grind dealing with petty-assed things.
It often seems like life changing things are a "OK, yeah, sure." type of thing and which pair of shoes to wear to a barbecue will cause someone unbelievable grief. It never fails.
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I got a report from a friend that was like me wardrobe wise. He just puts on what comes out of the drawer and doesn't sweat the small stuff.
Of course, he wound up with a Patriots shirt on and stopped off in a Philly suburb to eat. He got somewhat rat-packed by a couple of locals and have to verbally shoot his way out of it.
He managed by pointing out that the people in the place wanted to fight him over a game. A stupid GAME. A GAME that children play in vacant lots.
My attitude, too.
Professional sports to me is a joke. It is a case of grown men playing games that children play in fields and vacant lots.
By the way, although I won't be watching the Superbowl I do have to give Patriots fans a certain amount of credit in that they are nowhere the savages that Philadelphia Eagles fans are.
Philly has a much higher percentage of pretty crude fans. I don't like to be out and about when there is a game of any sort in the offing. I am of the opinion that Philadelphia sports fans do not go to a game looking to watch a sports team. They go there to get into a fight with anyone available.
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It often seems like life changing things are a "OK, yeah, sure." type of thing and which pair of shoes to wear to a barbecue will cause someone unbelievable grief. It never fails.
8888888888888888888888
I got a report from a friend that was like me wardrobe wise. He just puts on what comes out of the drawer and doesn't sweat the small stuff.
Of course, he wound up with a Patriots shirt on and stopped off in a Philly suburb to eat. He got somewhat rat-packed by a couple of locals and have to verbally shoot his way out of it.
He managed by pointing out that the people in the place wanted to fight him over a game. A stupid GAME. A GAME that children play in vacant lots.
My attitude, too.
Professional sports to me is a joke. It is a case of grown men playing games that children play in fields and vacant lots.
By the way, although I won't be watching the Superbowl I do have to give Patriots fans a certain amount of credit in that they are nowhere the savages that Philadelphia Eagles fans are.
Philly has a much higher percentage of pretty crude fans. I don't like to be out and about when there is a game of any sort in the offing. I am of the opinion that Philadelphia sports fans do not go to a game looking to watch a sports team. They go there to get into a fight with anyone available.
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Friday, February 2, 2018
I just read a funny thread about cops shuffling homeless people
out of their jurisdictions.
A couple of cops in Mississippi bought a bum a ticket to Houston one time and the bum showed up at the police station several weeks later with a sealed letter for the police.
It was from a precinct in Houston telling the Mississippi department to quit sending them their trash.
It was on a board frequented by cops, GIs and vets and the cops started telling stories about shuffling homeless people around.
I have to admit it was sad, but parts of it were hilarious.
About twenty years ago I was talking with a local cop that was supposed to go to Philly for some reason and was considering giving a homeless guy a lift. The cop decided he didn't want to smell the poor guy in his cruiser for all that time so I offered to clean him up.
I hauled him home and let him use the shower and gave him a set of clothes that didn't fit me very well and gave him to the cop.
The next day I saw the cop and the powers that he said no-go.
I was headed back to work a couple of days later and took him and dropped him off in Center City.
When I came home after my tour the cop thanked me.
About six weeks later the bum showed back up again. I heard it was compliments of the Philly PD who had business in the Pittsburgh area.
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I just heard a new liberal designation.
Financially challenged urban outdoorsman.
It's another term for homeless.
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A couple of cops in Mississippi bought a bum a ticket to Houston one time and the bum showed up at the police station several weeks later with a sealed letter for the police.
It was from a precinct in Houston telling the Mississippi department to quit sending them their trash.
It was on a board frequented by cops, GIs and vets and the cops started telling stories about shuffling homeless people around.
I have to admit it was sad, but parts of it were hilarious.
About twenty years ago I was talking with a local cop that was supposed to go to Philly for some reason and was considering giving a homeless guy a lift. The cop decided he didn't want to smell the poor guy in his cruiser for all that time so I offered to clean him up.
I hauled him home and let him use the shower and gave him a set of clothes that didn't fit me very well and gave him to the cop.
The next day I saw the cop and the powers that he said no-go.
I was headed back to work a couple of days later and took him and dropped him off in Center City.
When I came home after my tour the cop thanked me.
About six weeks later the bum showed back up again. I heard it was compliments of the Philly PD who had business in the Pittsburgh area.
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I just heard a new liberal designation.
Financially challenged urban outdoorsman.
It's another term for homeless.
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Thursday, February 1, 2018
The rebuttal to the SOTU address was a joke.
It was nothing more than a bunch of lame emotional crap from a drooling Kennedy.
I suppose that's all they could come up with because Trump surprised a lot of us. Virtually everything he said was pretty irrefutable.
What is interesting to note is that Mr Kennedy's predecessors were pretty conservative by today's socialist standards.
The Democrats of today are in no way in tune with JFK's New Frontier, yet there are still an awful lot of moderates that vote Democratic every election out of habit.
They ought to simply drop out and register as Independents.
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I suppose that's all they could come up with because Trump surprised a lot of us. Virtually everything he said was pretty irrefutable.
What is interesting to note is that Mr Kennedy's predecessors were pretty conservative by today's socialist standards.
The Democrats of today are in no way in tune with JFK's New Frontier, yet there are still an awful lot of moderates that vote Democratic every election out of habit.
They ought to simply drop out and register as Independents.
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