Everyone have a safe and sane 4th of July, I sure hope so. Didn’t see any media coverage of anyone blowing anything up in their hands or stuff like that, although I am sure it most likely happened somewhere in America.
We went to a movie, been a long time for that, saw this Guru thing with Mike Myers, which was pretty lame. It was so bad, that you not only did not laugh during the movie, but after wards, walking to the car, you actually wondered if you would ever laugh again.
Some terrorist went nuts and the press “reports that he drove a bulldozer” thru a crowd and killed some folks. That is sad. I don’t mean to make lite of the issue, but it wasn’t a bulldozer, it was a pay loader or sometimes called a “skip loader.” People who write our news seldom get it right anymore.
Recovery: Now that is an interesting word. The press uses it in a manner which vastly differs from mine. I see recovery and I think, “someone is sick, they are getting better. Something was lost, it has been found.”
Now the press will use to describe oil matters with frequent regularity. They will say something asinine such as … “Oil has made a recovery from $125 a barrel to $130.” Now what was there to recover from.
We all see where big oil has “recovered” from a dip in prices of 10 cents, 20 cents, or oh my gawd, 30 cents a barrel.
Rally: Is another term that receives a lot of play these days. I like to think of the Cubs making a rally in the 7th inning and winning the game. A three run home later in the game sparks a rally . But not in the press. When the oil market “drops” then there is a rally when it goes back ‘UP” according to the press it makes a “rally.”
Now we arrive at the word Reality: This boys n girls, is the amount of coin you have left in your pocket after you purchase a tank of fuel from these black gold pirates that our linguistic impaired journalists seem to adore.
Two little girls in Salt Lake City are protesting the high cost of gasoline. They took some old political signs, made their very own protest march signs and are now protesting. Mom, having to cut something to meet the high price of motor fule, to make ends meet, chose cable TV and they lost their favorite cartoons and shows. The girls who are not old enough to drive, got out and protested.
It is a shame when the children have to show the way to the parents.
Last July 4th a guy by the name of Joey Chestnut, won the 92nd annual hot dog-eating contest at Nathan’s Famous in Coney Island. He downed 64 hot dogs and buns in 12 minutes. I am pretty sure I could do that, but thirty minutes later, I would be wishing my throat was cut. Last year the number was 66 doggies and this makes him a 2nd time champion, America finally has something we are good at.
We watched some of the fireworks last night on CBS but it wasn’t the same, something about Opera Music and Fireworks just don’t go together. The fireworks were spectacular, but the music really sucked. The bombs bursting in air was cool, this guy in the background booming out …. “I think I need a haircut, I think I need a haircut a haaaaaaaaaaaaaaair cut!” Was a bit much.
Radio Girl has shown me where a housewife in Florida has put herself AND her house on the market. I went over there and checked it out, and it is on the up and up, must be something wrong with the house.
Americans keep trying to find ways around the current gasoline crisis. Over the 4th I got this one from my friend in Nevada, they are approaching the magic $5 per gallon mark.
Hey Don, whats up. Went out yesterday on the little used Suzuki scooter I bought and got running, 125 MPG or so if you can stand the humiliation riding it, but guess as gas goes up that will evaporate.
I just look away, if I can’t see them they can’t see me kind of a thing, didn’t work too well as a kid either. Anyhow some cheap transportation to the store and I am not alone out there with the mini scooters, but I really do need something a little bigger to reaffirm my manhood, even at 66. Hahahahaha
I also found this one a little amusing, he could put on a football helmet, dark glasses, ride down to the front drive, point his hair dryer at the oncoming traffic and watch them slam on the brakes! Most likely would not make a lot of difference, I mean “who is gonna be afraid of a Mo-Ped?”
It pays to be careful tho, lot of stressed out folks walking around, about half-cocked just looking for someone to dump on. I got this one from my friend John over the holiday too.
I rear-ended a car this morning and right then I knew it was going to be a really bad day. When the other driver got out of his car, I realized he was a dwarf.
He looked up at me and said, “I am not happy!”
So I said, “Well, which one are you then?” … and that’s how the fight started.
Now that might no be PC as my friend Brother John would say, but I think it was kind of funny.
Have a great weekend, use your time wisely.
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