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March 18, 2013

Okie Two-Fer

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The state recently spent $33 million dollars to build this new interchange in Oklahoma City, at Morgan Road.  It is state of the art, as far as Interchanges go, and is so impressive, they are building a carbon-copy of it down south on I-35.

Morgan Road is a huge complex of truck-stops and a mix of other trucking related businesses, so expediting the traffic out of the area, is a top priority.  One of the features that I really like are the new on-ramps onto Interstate 40.  You have plenty of room to maneuver and exiting and entering is a breeze. 

A far cry from what it used to be.  

The other day I was in Oklahoma City doing some rat killing and after fulfilling my duties, I cut a swath for the goat farm.  I hit the Interchange and came to the “yield” sign, and as I did not note any traffic, blew thru that and headed westbound.  At this juncture the road is a well marked, two-lane, one slow lane, and one lane for entry into Interstate 40.

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As I made the corner, I sort of drifted out immediately to the higher speed lane to hit the Interstate and head home.  In my mirror, I noted a black car, and in my mind I thought to myself, “Man, I sure hope that aint a cop.”

Turns out it was, a genuine full-growed OHP (Oklahoma Highway Patrol).  He lit me up and I put on my turn signal and hit the shoulder of the Interstate.  He walks up to the truck, I roll down the window, and he asks for my lic. and proof of insurance.  Which I provide with a smile.

The officer after checking me out then motions for me to come to the rear of the truck, which I do.  He then informs me of why he stopped me (illegal lane change/no seat belt) and I say to him, “Hey?  I know you.”  He looks at me and says, “How do you know me?” and I reply, “I had a cup of coffee with you about a month ago at Banner Road, at the Shell Station.”  

He nods his head in agreement, smiles and says, “Yeah.  You are the guy with the bus.”  And I smile (figuring I got it made in the shade, I often do that for no really good reason at all) and say, “Yup.  That’s me.”

He then says, “You cut me off back there and you are not wearing a seat belt.”  Which is kind of true and not so true.  I did not cut him off, just kind of nosed ahead of him and I was wearing the belt, it was the “harness I was not wearing.”  So I smiled and said, “Well hell, give me a ticket!”  He looks at me and says, “I am gonna give you two!”

Now that is more than I bargained for and that was somewhat not expected.

Ended up getting a two-fer, one for the lane change and one for the seat belt.  I got a warning on the lane change and it is $20 for the belt.  I came home, wrote out a check for the fine, checked the box that said “guilty as hell” and like a sticky-tongue odd ball I am, licked it shut and walked it to the mailbox.  Another $20 in fuel money down the chute.

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Which is a lot cheaper than the ticket I got on the turnpike last year.

He stopped me and said, “Do you know why I stopped you?” and I replied, “Beats me.  I don’t have any coffee or donuts.”

 That will cost you $138.00 and some change.

Remember that the next time you are motoring thru our state.  Some of our cops have a sense of humor and some don’t.

OOO

November 12, 2012

Pissin On Oklahoma

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,politics — ldsrr91 @ 6:58 AM
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This post 1,401 and last Friday we went over 1,250,000 views.  Thanks gang, we could not have done it without you.

Every now and then I come onto the Internet and I run across something quite by accident that makes me really wish that I lived somewhere else.  Such is the case this weekend, some dumb cop in Piedmont, Oklahoma, wrote a ticket to a toddler’s mother for the kid urinating in their front yard.

Piedmont, Oklahoma, is a little bedroom community of Oklahoma City just north of the city out on the prairie.  Its most noted distinction is every now and then God comes thru there and wipes the slate clean with a tornado or two.

When you read stuff like this, it all kind of makes sense.

The child, who is three by the way, was observed by a police officer urinating in the front yard.  So he drives over, demands ID (from the mother, I suppose, I understand the kid was not responding) and then writes her a $2,500.00 ticket!

Incredible.

Meanwhile crackheads, child molesters, rapists, car jackers and what have you, walk the streets with impunity.  Welcome to Piedmont, Oklahoma, please set your watch back fifty years.

Over the weekend I made a trip to town and I noticed this sign.  Kind of made me wonder what is going on and all?  Not totally out of the game, I do realize that the country is changing and all that.  We now have people who were not even born here, serving in Congress, and they are being sworn in without the Bible (this in a country who prints In God We Trust on their currency) and other foreign texts.  I also noted that Burger King is now selling the “Angry Whopper.”

It wasn’t all that long ago, they were running commercials that stated “that you could have it your way at Burger King.”  Now it flat out says something different.  “I would like a Angry-What-A-Burger and I want it my way.”

The little cheeky thing working behind the counter, looks you right in the eye and then replies ….. “NO!”

Perhaps that is the Angry Whopper?

Saw a deal on the news this weekend and it was showing statistic’s on the recent elections.  In one instance, well actually it was three instances of a dead man winning the seat that he was running for.  Can you imagine the embarrassment of a Wanna-be Congressman, running for office against a dead man and then losing?  Man that has to suck.

The same newscast pointed out that out of 24 possible candidates, something like 22 of them were returning to Washington, DC having successfully ran campaigns to get re-elected.

Kind of vindicates me, I have been saying for years, that they (the voters) always send the same tired bunch of clowns back up there instead of putting in some new blood.

But all is not lost, the girls are doing better.

We now have a lot more lesbians, immigrants, even a Harvard Law Professor sprinkled in here and there.  Lot of new female ladies in this latest batch of political hopefuls.  (And I use that word loosely)

Might as well give The Sisters a shot at it, they cannot do it any worse than the men did, which we all know was really ______ up.

(Insert expletive of your choice here)

OOO

Sisters Doin It for themselves.

August 3, 2012

All Hot And Bothered

Be Careful … I.D. Theft Is Real

Driving by the bank, 9:14 A.M. and the electronic temperature sign is reading 91* and I think to myself … “That aint bad.”  Then it occurs to me, how strange it seems that a temperature of 91* early in the morning feels quite “comfortable” opposed to the extreme heat we have been suffering thru here lately.

This morning, I am following some earth mover down a city street, huge machine, no tail-lights, no headlights, no flashers, no scout car.  Why is it I have to buy $1,200.00 a year worth of insurance before I get a tag and am allowed to drive, when this thing goes down the road with absolutely nothing?

Here is another one, come to think of it.  “I have seen people drive on out of state plates for years and obviously never give a thought to getting Oklahoma plates, off topic but it pisses you off, does me anyhow.”

We major in minor things in this country, that is our problem.

What we basically need to do is stop worry about whether or not Chick Fillet is going to serve a homosexual or marry one and get back to business.  (Perhaps someday soon, UFO’s will land on our planet and we can tell them that all these whiny people who just cannot stand it because they are unabashedly different from the rest of society, taste just like chicken and maybe this problem will be solved)

Today we are going to (bash or rant) talk about insurance.

A friend of mine called recently and he was hit by an illegal driving a car without insurance, and the other driver did not have a valid Oklahoma Drivers Lic.  More than likely the name he gave will turn out to be bogus too.  (Which really doesn’t matter, he will just change it to another Spanish surname and keep right on trucking)  My buddy however is now out of a car, or at best, going to have to figure out a way to pay for the damages and his medical.

So here we go, climbing back up on the soapbox, here it is.

We need to write an ordinance or law, stating that if a driver is pulled over by law enforcement and is not able to provide proof of Insurance, the car is towed.  Only one of every five car owners (from Mexico) in Oklahoma have insurance coverage and only one out of every three even bothers to get a lic.. This doesn’t let Okies or Caucasians off the hook either, you operate a motor vech. and you are not up to snuff … You lose it.

Pretty simple really.

When stopped for a violation and it is determined they are not up to date on either, we should take the car.  Don’t write them a ticket and allow them to drive off, call a wrecker and impound it right then and there.  To retrieve the car after being impounded, they must show proof of insurance to have the car released and/or valid drivers lic..

This should make it easy for any city in America to remove uninsured cars from our streets.  The impound lots will begin to fill up quickly and could possibly be full after only nine or ten days.  I would even venture to guess that something like 80% of the impounded cars are most likely going to be driven by illegals.

Now this has gone on long enough.

It is time for law enforcement to insist on proof of insurance or impound the car.  And to have their car released, they should have to pay for the cost of the tow, a $350 fine, and $20 for every day their car is kept in the lot.  One other thing, “drop this Spanish written drivers test and get rid of the translators. I want the person behind me to be able to READ ENGLISH.  If the sign says … Traffic stopped ahead or something to that effect.”

Guess what?

Accident rates should go down almost immediately … This solution gets uninsured drivers off the road WITHOUT making them show proof of nationality.  Which will really irritate all the PC crowd and the do-gooder cry babies who scream profiling.  I Wonder how the ACLU or the Justice Department will get around this one.  Just brings tears to your eyes doesn’t it?

So that is it for today, eight hundred words on how to solve a problem.  My total word count for August is off to a good start.  Think of me sitting in my lawn chair, watching the sun slowly disappear on the horizon and have pity on my poor twisted and tortured soul.

I do not know what is the latest.  I do not know what is new and improved.  I do not know what is available for only a short time.  All I know for sure is that I am sick of the above and of course Chicken Fillet and all that stooooopid media crap.

Such is my lot in life.  Now if you will excuse me, I am going back to my daydreams of the beach, summer time is a good time to go to the beach.

I wonder if it is cooler there?

Have a great weekend, and of course, stay hydrated and in the shade.

OOO

A sampling of what folks have been reading at Creative Endeavors this week:

Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)

Really Ungood Man

The Worry Tree

Eagle Bus Project Files

Wood Ice Chest

Clear Blue Sky

A Moment In Time

Old And Cranky

February 21, 2012

Bits And Pieces

Six year old Lucy Magnum emerged from a terrible shark attack with a message of grace.  The little girl was boogie-boarding in shallow water off the North Carolina coast when a shark sank its teeth in her leg.  Her parents quickly applied pressure to the wound until emergency workers arrived, saving her leg.

After the incident she said “I hate sharks.  I like dolphins way better.”

But once her parents explained to her that the shark didn’t know that she was a human and had made a mistake, she changed her mind.  “I don’t care that the shark bit me” Lucy said to her mother, “I forgive him.”  We can always learn something new from a kid.

Ah the joys of youth.  I remember when I used to swim before wet suits, across frozen water, I had to wrap or cover myself with bacon grease, which was really scary, because I never knew if when I did reach the other shore, if there would be wolves waiting there for me.

By the way, “Do you know why a shark will not bite a Lawyer or Politician?”

Professional courtesy.

A new gold standard, after a Taiwanese city offered dog owners who clean up after their pets a new incentive … a ticket to a lottery drawing for every bag of dog poop they turned in.  The top three prizes are gold ingots worth up to $2,100.

Which got me to thinking.  How about a National Debt Free Lottery?

Here is the deal, you purchase a ticket for say, $5 with the “chance of living in America for one year TAX FREE.”  If you win (monthly drawing, 12 winners per year or 24, 36, the possibilities are endless) you receive the right to NOT pay any type of tax” for one year.  A game such as this would hold huge appeal to just about every other American and could retire the national debt in short order (perhaps in just a few short years providing we do not wish to enter the Where Is The Next War Sweepstakes our elected leader’s choose to join every now and then).

The return of the American Dream, remember you read it here first.  This is do-able a distinct possibility.

Not like recent comments of our President who said, “”Soon the sun will break through the cloud of uncertainty that hangs over our economy.”  This guy is so far out of it, they need to pump sunshine into him wherever it is that he is currently residing.

I just love these …. Bad Cop … No do-nut.

British police smashed the windows of a car to save a baby left alone inside.  The baby was actually an extremely realistic doll.  First time I ever heard about this sort of thing was at a family reunion in the mid sixties, when I was a small lad.  My uncle Harvey had one of those, but I don’t think it is was baby model?  Anyway my mother said to “not talk about it” that aunt Bernice would take care of it and not to hang around uncle Harvey … Period.

No good huh.

How about this?  A fugitive Victor Burgos taunted police on his Facebook page, posting “catch me if you can.  I’m in Brooklyn.”  Cops quickly tracked down Burgos to an apartment in Brooklyn, where he was sitting a computer with his Facebook page wide open.

Might want to adjust your privacy settings first next time.

Now here is the other end of the gene-pool not so smart file.  While at the beach, Daniel Jones, 21, dug an 8 foot hole for protection from the wind and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom, when it collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach used their hands and shovels trying to get him out but could not reach him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free him. Jones was pronounced dead at a hospital.

Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed as he fell through the ceiling of a bicycle shop he was burglarizing. Death was caused when the long flashlight he had placed in his mouth to keep his hands free rammed into the base of his skull as he hit the floor.

We routinely report on folk working two jobs just to get by in these hard times.  Recently in Rockaway N.J. A Dunkin’ Donuts sex sting was launched by local authorities.  One “working girl” (nice tag huh) was arrested after she was caught selling sex along with Munchkins and coffee.  The cops were tuned into it by an anon tip where a person said they could find her offering off the menu items on the night shift.

The cops even gave it a super secret code name operation, they called it “extra sugar.”  No wait!  Don’t give up, it gets even worse.

During the six week operation (taking their time to bust the offender eh?) police sat and watched “extra sugar” proposition customers via the drive thru feature, and then later on, meet the johns in the parking lot for some curb service.  She was finally busted when she provided an undercover cop a with a list of discounted sexual services.”

No report on how many car jacking, robberies, home invasions, assaults, burglaries, or bank robberies in the SIX WEEKS it took to arrest the obviously dangerous felon.

I am going back to the plain do-nut or the Crueler, maybe a few sprinkles, but no more of the creme filled delights for me.

If you are in Germany, it might pay you to watch the words you use to insult someone.  If you for instance call someone in traffic a dumb cow, you could face a fine of up to 300 Euros.   A stupid pig will cost you up to 500 Euros.  Now there are rules for this type of misbehavior.

You stupid pig … is for instance, not allowed when conversing with law enforcement.

You cannot say this or any other unorthodox non-polite thing to a cop, if you do, it could cost you up to 2,000 Euros.  Unless you use the the more polite, formal form of “you,” in which case you only pay 200 Euros.  There are more, “bull, the stink finger (middle finger, either hand this is still optional), and the use of standard curse words also apply.”

I know that sounds ridiculous, but it true.

Now here in America, we are more civilized and everyone knows we are broke, so things are a little different, well, they are a LOT different.  You take my case for instance.  I was siting in this little mom and pop joint deep in the heart of Texas and these two guys were talking about Washington D.C. and George Bush, in  a most unfavorable way and even tho I have a Constitutional Right to remain silent I felt I had to say something… So I offered up …. “Bush is a horse’s ass!”

About that time, the more larger of the two cowboys got up, and slapped the crap out of me.  I quickly apologized and said, “I am sorry.  From the gist of the conversation I thought you were not too fond of Bush.”

He then looked at me and said, “Ah shucks.  It isn’t that, but this here is horse country pard.”

Now … that … Is priceless.

OOO

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December 21, 2011

This N That

Filed under: Blogging,buses,humor,Life,Oklahoma — ldsrr91 @ 8:45 AM
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CHECK YOUR SHORTS.

Kind of incredible, I have been re-reading yesterday’s comments, and started laughing to myself.  What if you had never read this site before, and you were reading some of this?  Bet you would utilize some “gender recognition software” to ascertain whether or not this was really being written by a guy.  Now that is funny, I don’t care where it is you live.  While we are at it?  I did that once, used a gender software recognition on Helen & Margaret and it said it was most likely being written by a ….. Man.

I AM YOUR FATHER LUKE

I also have been musing around this poor slob at Toy’s R Us who evidently went bonkers with a battery operated Light Saber and they eventually called the cops where he did battle with them with his light saber and actually fended off two stun gun attacks in the parking lot.  “So how was your day honey?”

HEADS UP!

Some little town over in Great Britain had it rain apples the other day, and they are still humming over that one.  Sad and depressing news out of the la-la-land on the Left-Coast of America … Chaz Bono splits up with his girlfriend, guess she wanted a real man (Yawn?).  Now for something really funny …. Uh … Uh … How about a cat that has the ability to put a child to sleep, yeppers, saw that one this week too.  Now if they had one of a cat making toast and coffee in the morning, it seems to me, THAT would be noteworthy.  Anyway, for all you cat lovers, here it be:

THE BIG MEOW.

They now have a list of the top 30 cats in the country.  I am not making this up peeple, a list of cats that are important.  No one actually knows where Elvis is buried, but we have a list of cats that are important.  I am sorry, but I just don’t get it?

Snowed big time in Albq. New Mexico this week, and the temp’s are really dropping.  I love visiting the mountains of the southwest in the summer, but I sure don’t not want to live there.  It has been a wild kind of week and it is only half-way done.

WHERE DOES YOUR FRUIT COME FROM?

You ever wonder where it is your fruit comes from?  Elle Feeney does and mentions it here.  I never gave it too much thought, but now that she mentions it, the stuff does get some mileage on it before you take it home.  She may have inadvertently given birth to a new hobby, similar to stamp collecting too.  Now watch her go on to make a Million Bucks while I sit here and wither on the vine.  Luck of the draw I suppose.

DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?

Won $21 on the lottery over the weekend.  I think I know what the problem might be.  They roll the balls around and around and then zoom, pop ‘em out very quickly.  They are not giving me enough time to wish on them.  Would be nice to win the Big One (El Grande for our Los Angeles readers) I could buy a new home.

DESIGNATED DUMB CRAP

Closer we get to Christmas the stranger the commercials seem to get.  How about this one, Grey Goose Vodka …. “A toast to the nights you will never forget.”  Now where is the part where they say … I got really drunk and I don’t know what it is that I did?  Kind of reminds me of the old comic strip I read when I was a kid.

Consider this early strip from the 1960′s where two of the kids are arriving back home after attending a football game with their Dad.  One of the kids says to their mother:  “And we each had a bottle of soda.  Daddy brought his own in his pocket.”

No good huh?  Well, whadya expect for free?

JUST THE FACTS M’AM

A mature lady gets pulled over for speeding…
Is there a problem, Officer?
Yes ma’am, I’m afraid you were speeding.
Oh, I see.
Can I see your license please?
Well, I would give it to you but I don’t have one.
Don’t have one?
No. I lost it 4 years ago for drunk driving.
I see … Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
I can’t do that.
Why not?
I stole this car.
Stole it?
Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.
You what!?
His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.
The traffic cop looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car while calling for back up.

Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car.

A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle please.
The woman steps out of her vehicle.
Is there a problem sir?
My colleague here tells me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.
Murdered the owner? Are you serious?
Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Is this your car, ma’am?
Yes, here are the registration papers.

The traffic cop is quite stunned.
My colleague claims that you do not have a driving license.
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.
The officer examines the license quizzically.
Thank you ma’am, but I am puzzled, as I was told by my officer here that you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner!
Bet he told you I was speeding, too.

If you are home, crank it up and let it wail!  If you are work, then keep it quiet and be ready to put the spreadsheet back up on the screen (Spreadsheet?  Hmmmmm, can’t wait for the comments to come in on that one.  I was lying on my spreadsheet in nothing but a Thong, and then the wife walked in … Oh well, whadya expect for free?)

That is it for Wednesday morning, hump day for a five day a week wage slave working for the man … Hang in there … You almost have it made.

OOO

October 27, 2010

The Naked News

The People You Meet On The Street … Some things to worry about during your driving test, left turns, most accidents occur during left turns, yeah no poopy, I knew a couple who spent their entire life turning right, just because of this.   Other things to worry about are your turn signals, traffic and naked people walking down the street during your test.

Yes people, a naked man was spotted during a driving test …

Which reminds me of the couple who took their two young children on vacation and they were going down a road, and before them appeared four adults on bicycles COMPLETELY NAKED.

The young couple worried that the children in the back seat would be affected and sure enough, as the naked adults all rode by, the four-year old stood up in the back seat and said, “Did you see that?  None of those people had a helmet on!”

Not-Too-Smart.Com … Suspect to officer:   Kiss my (expletive) and talk to my (expletive) lawyer.  It is going to take more than Matlock to figure this one out, but someone, is gonna spend the night in the pokey.  A man charged with domestic violence Sept. 25 for threatening his ex-wife and breaking vases tried to slip off his handcuffs, according to his Crestview Police Department arrest report.

When officers tried to arrest the man, the suspect “tensed his muscles” and began calling the officers profane names. On the way to the patrol car, the suspect told the officers, “Wait till I get out. All you guys are done.”  On the way to the jail, he called the officer a “fat (expletive)” and tried to slip his cuffs. At the jail, he told the same officer, “Kiss my (expletive) and talk to my (expletive) lawyer,” according to his report.

Taking a wild stab at this, I figure he is going to be a guest of the county for a little bit anyway.

You Make The Call File: Scientists have announced this week some cancer news.  They are now saying that cancer is a man-made disease as they have not been able to find any evidence of it in Egyptian mummies.  Personally I would be far more prone to believe they found evidence of emphysema in a mummy from charcoal (heating and making bricks) than this.

Mummy was squeaky clean … Uh huh sure.  Now what about Buffalo Wings?

A little off the top: We now have naked hairdressers down under …. Hmmmmm, that sound a bit suggestive doesn’t it.  (Personally I prefer a little shrubbery around the house, but that is just me)  Full story here and pictures too!  OI especially liked the comments after the piece, here is a sample:

You could have someones eye out with those don’t forget health and safety !
Dave, Manchester  …. I think I’ll pass on this one, have you seen my hairdresser he’s not the best. Jim Gibson, Newcastle upon Tyne …. Something for the weekend, sir?

Why not add yours to the mix (That is if you are into that sort of thing).  Because of my age and my “Dr. Phil look-alike hairstyle” it really doesn’t do a whole lot for me.

The next thing I know will be receiving a comment from my mother:  “I enjoy reading most of your columns . . . but your hairdo in your photo yesterday sure looked DATED and NOT at all flattering or becoming, to say the least. If you are still sporting that awful hairdo, I suggest you go to a good hair stylist to give you a new and better hairdo. I hope you don’t mind my criticism, it’s nothing personal — just a suggestion.” This is why she lives in Kalifornia and I live here in The Sooner Nation (now all you people in Europe, and Asia try figuring that one out.)

Warning:  That girl is packing …. Used to be in order to attract boys a girl would stuff her bra with Kleenex or soft paper.  But alas, they grow up so quickly.  An item here where a woman wore a bra packed with sedatives in order to rob men, not exactly “high tech” but if it works ….

Say it with a Foot-Long. Flowers are so old hat, now there is a better way.  A Fort Pierce Florida man has been charged with attacking his girlfriend with a corn dog …  I mean how can you never say you are sorry (Love Story) if you slam your special other with a piece of food?  Must be something in the air in Florida, a lot of this stuff is coming out of the sunshine state here lately.

It would be nice to discuss some of this at length, but I have to make my nine-thirty for therapy.  I get to lie down on the couch, relax, tell this wonderful lady all of my thoughts, worries and concerns.  Such as left turns and backing into a buttered doorknob while completely naked.

Stuff like that ….

You on the other hand, need to shut this down and get back to work, it is after all, Hump Day for a five day minimum wage slave in Oklahoma.  You have Mortgage Investment Bankers and politicians counting on you to pull them thru.


YOU DON’T GET CANDY FILE: Now if all of this wasn’t absurd enough to whet your whistle, there is one more,.  I always like to save the best for last … Government is now putting an age limit on Tricker Treaters, if you can believe that.  Read all about it here.

Is this a great country or what? *

OOO

*  Clothes make the man.  Naked people have little or no influence on society.  Mark Twain  And of course, no naked people were exposed or hurt during the posting of this post.
Cartoon courtesy of Jeffreyhill.typepad.com

October 16, 2010

Junking In The Heartland

 

Garage Sale Make A EU-Weeey!

 

The weekends are great this time of the year, we usually load up in our old hoopie and go garage saling (sp).  That is what my bride calls it, from the male perspective it is called junking.  So I am sitting in the kitchen at the kitchen table, reading the paper, and there it is, it had to happen sooner or later.

MARKED DOWN & DUSTED OFF: Fort Walton Beach, Fla. – Grandma Marge’s ashes weren’t for sale, but a bargain hunter in Florida walked away with them anyway.  It seems that a touch of Grandma Marge was put in a potted violet, her favorite plant, after her death. The plant was accidentally sold at a weekend yard sale in the Panhandle town of Fort Walton Beach.

The deceased elderly in this country get No Respect.

Today will most likely be a washout for me also.  I never find anything remotely interesting at garage sales, don’t look for me on Oprah (Man finds painting at garage sale worth seven million dollahs!  Uh huh, I am sure).

PRETTY IN PINK: Mr. Obama turned the White House pink this week in honor of breast cancer awareness .  I wonder if Biden even noticed the change?  I am not prone to dwell on political matters, but I do support something like this.  It is a big killer of women and people need to pay attention.

SELF INFLICTED STUPIDITY: Now here is a prime example of person who is not the sharpest knife in the drawer.  A Texas man this week slit his own throat in court after being sentenced.  The Dallas man used a thin blade from a safety razor to slit his throat in an apparent suicide attempt Tuesday in the courtroom where a judge had just sentenced him to 40 years in prison. I have often thought of the very same thing, after a bad all meat burritos from “you know who?”

NOW THIS TAKES BALLS … WHERE ELSE …. IN SAN FRANCISCO: Lana Lawless, a former police officer in San Francisco California who underwent a sex change operation five years ago, is challenging the LPGA’s ban on transgender players.  She (or he as the case may be) filed a federal lawsuit this week in San Francisco federal court claiming the LPGA’s “female at birth” requirement for competitors violates a California civil rights law.

Lawless is seeking to prevent the LPGA from holding tournaments in the state until the organization changes its policy to admit transgender players. She is also seeking unspecified damages.

Gives a whole new meaning to the expression … “A hole in one … Doesn’t it?”  (don’t send me any letters, the box is full!)

SPORTS POLL (YAWN?) Dallas Cowboys are America’s favorite team for fourth straight year.   The Cowboys emerged as the favorite team of NFL fans in a Harris Poll released this week.

It is the fourth straight year the Cowboys have been ranked at the top of the poll.  Rumor has it they have hired a new backfield coach from the far east his name is Win Sum Soon  (Well, whadya expect for free?).

EARTHQUAKE RELIEF: Donations are now being accepted for Earthquake Relief for Oklahoma.  Please send anything that you can in order to help us get thru this crisis.  Desperately needed:  Boomer Sooner Ball caps, Oklahoma Thunder T-shirts, How to Noodle the Red River Video’s, Frog-Legs, and fresh cut Okra.

 

Thanks to our loyal reader James.

 

GLAZED OVER: Bartlesville, Oklahoma, a place I can assure you, that six billion people have never visited.   Police there say a Oklahoma woman tripled her trouble when she stole a doughnut from someone’s truck, urinated in a parking lot and offered to perform a sex act on an officer for money.

The Bartlesville Examiner-Enterprise reports that the truck owner complained to police that the woman stole the doughnut at about 2 a.m. Wednesday. A convenience store clerk asked police to charge the woman because he said she relieved herself outside the store.

The lucky officer dispatched to this fun call says that when he told the woman she was under arrest, she offered to perform a sex act for money.  At last report, the 27-year-old Tulsa woman was being held Thursday in Washington County Jail on charges of vehicle burglary, trespassing, indecent exposure and soliciting prostitution.

Jail records do not show if she has a lawyer, but I am fairly sure, she is going to need one.  Who knows?  In todays social norm … She might be able to settle out of court on an oral agreement.

POT HOLE POSSE: The news is also reporting that the current administration in Washington is poised to spend some $50 billion on our countries’ crumbling infrastructure.  Which will most likely not make a dent in what amounts to about $33 Trillion needed to bring it all up to snuff.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to go.  I want to send the I.R.S. an Email and ask them to cancel my subscription.  Have a great weekend!

OOO

April 22, 2009

Hump Day Special

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Mercury on the thermometer is supposed to hit almost eighty today, a good day to curl up with a book on the porch, a glass of sweet tea and just let life take its course.

Unfortunately, it is also the time of the year, when things grow.  I have to get out and mow the yard today, first time for the season, I am not looking forward to this, but the lawn guy sez that I have to do it now, so he can apply the chemicals that makes all the bad stuff go away.

That is an Okie Scientific term y’all.

Watched a two hour special on “Our Poisoned Waters” last night on PBS, definitely not a good time to be a frog or a fish if you live in Seattle or the Chesapeake Bay Area of Virginia.  Then it was “What happens when Comets or Asteroids hit earth” which could explain why the Mayan Calendar expires in 2012.  Rushing headlong into the abyss and my appointed ten p.m. bedtime and the coupe de gras  … “When civilization dies, what happens then?”

No more MasterCard, priceless, or Starbucks I assume.

Afterwards I just wanted to lite a bunch of small scented candles, strategically placed around the rim of the bathtub, soak in the luke warm water and of course, slit my wrists.  To just lie there in the tranquility of the moment, me and Celine Dion and the tape player stuck on repeat play.

The world could have ended.  Could be all of this has happened and I just flat out did not notice?  I have not received “one comment” all week long, and that is surely unusual for us.  Could it be it is all over, that the last bus for the day has run, and I am not aware?

This morning I discover that Prozac and Zanex and some other anti depressant medicines can actually lead to the end of romance.   According to this theory, these powerful drugs change the neurons in the brain, and discourage amorous activity and repel love.  I guess the next logical thing will be sex without the “X.”  Dull, lifeless, boring, unexciting lovemaking, as in non-X rated sex.  A day without sunshine is like sex without the X kind of deal.

This one is so creepy, you are going to swear I am making it up, but I am not.  Flogging your way to love.  Sadomasochism may seem like a puzzling way for a couple to express their affection, but a new study shows that couple who spank or tie each other up feel closer afterward.  It is probably the shared activity that brought the couple closer together.  So there you go.  Want more happiness in your marriage then the recipe is simple …

Whip me.  Beat Me.  Make Me Write Bad Checks!

So in the spirit of the day, I now invent for you, “Cognitive Recognition Disease” which is a disorder that only affects men and it produces an enzyme in the mind that forces the male to NOT recognize the new hair style of the wife or the significant other in his life.

The short name for this is called “Hair Blindness.”

If you have any other requests or disorders that you need addressed, please email them in to our mailbox, and we will invent something that will allow men to get off the hook with their help mates.  Please have your current telephone and credit card number handy.

CBS is reporting that oil companies are shutting down rigs in the gulf of Mexico.  With oil inventories now falling by 1.4 million barrels a day, oil traders are betting the price of it will go up.  I mean, there is a major “duh?” if I ever saw one.  Looks like it is going past $50 per barrel this week, up from $40 and nowhere near the record high of $147 per barrel and your first born male child that we saw last year.

Dumb crooks, oh how I just “love” dumb crooks.

A Pennsylvania man allegedly tried to rob a retired police chief at a convention of police officers and was, not surprisingly … arrested.  The former chief had just emerged from a men’s room stall when the dumb crook brandished a gun and demanded cash.

About that time he was promptly swarmed by roughly a dozen of the 300 narcotics cops at the conference.  “He actually walked past a great big poster that said … WELCOME NARCOTICS OFFICERS … which I suppose would make him possibly the dumbest guy in Pennsylvania.

A thirteen year old kid in Iowa was arrested for biting 11 kids at his school.  His father said he meant no harm, but was obsessed with the vampire move Twilight. Reminds me of the old joke, where the guy goes to the doctor and the doctors says to him, “I have some bad news, you have rabies.”  Upon hearing the news, the patient immediately produces a notepad and a pen and starts writing in it furiously.  The doctor, curious, inquires of him, “What is that, your last will and testament?”

And the guy stops writing looks up and says, “Hell no, this is a list of people I am going to bite!”

(Yeah I know, but remember, all of it, all of this ……. Is free)

An Ontario woman became terrified by a card board cutout of a coyote that had been set up in a park to scare away geese.  The coyote, she said, “barked” at her as she jogged by, and she fled in panic and called 911 to report a wild animal on the prowl.  Now here is the really sad part of all this …. The Police surrounded the coyote before realizing it wasn’t real.

Hammered down Grandma.

A woman in Oregon after being stopped for driving 103 mph on a road with her 10 year old grandson in the car explained to police that she was only trying to teach the boy to never drive that fast.radar

I got a ticket on Sunday for no seat belt, I still don’t know how it was he bagged me, but he did.  So we pull over, and he says “I will be right back” and when he hands the ticket to me to sign, I comment, “All them cop shows on TV when the guy is stopped and he is polite and nice, and honest like I was, well, they get a warning ticket.

The cop smiled and said, “That is television Mr. Smith, this is reality.

C’mon comet ……

OOO

December 11, 2008

Nobody Cares About Your Dreams

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Coffee is good this morning, a little bite to it, but that is okay, it is cold here and uncomfortable.  Americans drink about 400 million cups of coffee per day, that is a lot of coffee, that is an ocean of coffee.  Which is kind of strange, when you stop to think about it.  Coffee has no nutritional value that I know of, why we drink it is truly somewhat of a mystery.

Four out of five adults in the U.S. drink coffee every day.  I know one person who doesn’t, his favorite quote about coffee is this.  “How can something that smells so dog-gone good when it is perculating in the pot, taste so rotten afterwards.” He is not a caffeine junky like the rest of us.

We average about two cups per day in this country, per consumer, that would be about 1/3 of the worlds’ supply of the elixir.  I understand that coffee contains 100 milligrams of caffeine; a cup of espresso has 200.

No More Free Toasters

You can now add Credit Unions to the list of people signing up for the bailout money, they applied for and received $40 billion worth this week to bolster against mortgage losses.  You know the other day I was sitting at the beanery waiting for them to bring me my order and I was staring out the window.  And I got that glazed over look in my eye and the wife said to me, “I know I shouldn’t but I am gonna anyway.  What are you thinking about”?”

And I said, “Oh, I was thinking back a long time ago, when we were young and stupid and we invested in that Ponzi scheme.  You remember that?” and she said, “Oh Lord, whatever made you think of that?”

For all of you that are not aware, a Ponzi scheme is a get rich deal, most of the time called a “Pyramid Scheme” and the people, who get in early, make tons of money, the others, well they don’t do so well.  They mainly lose their investment.  We were in the later group, we lost, about $1,000 and interest, and I made every stinking payment on it, 36 of them suckers.  (I told you we were young and stupid, we didn’t even have the money to lose, we borrowed our entry level amount … Now that was really d-u-m-b.)

So here is the deal.

I am thinking about how it is that I did something really dumb, really stupid, and I lost what I considered a large amount of money.  AND NO ONE … NOT ONE SOLITARY SOUL CAME FORWARD TO BAIL ME OUT … I HAD TO PAY EVERY DAMN DIME OF IT … AND I HAD TO TAKE MY KNOCKS THE HARD WAY. Since then, several lucrative offers have presented themselves, and we always say “no thank you.”  Our official position is that we have had so many good deals in the past, we cannot afford any more of them now.

When do WE get bailed out … Who is going to help us out … those of us that are struggling.

Business has gotten so bad here lately, even the people who were not planning on paying for it anyway, are not buying. I asked my neighbor about it and he said, “The bible says cast thy bread upon the waters and it will be returned to you 100 fold.”  Which is fine, but what are you supposed to do with 100 soggy wet loaves of bread?  When I was young, my paycheck would burn a hole in my pocket, these days it isn’t enough to keep my pocket warm.  It is truly a shame that at this point in life, you have only one regret.  And that would be that you have not accumulated enough cash to be able to fly on a moment’s notice to Japan to bid on Paul’s Sergeant Peppers uniform.

The Governor will see you now … Please have your checkbook handy

Corruption has tainted politics in Chicago (Illinois in general) since the prohibition days and Albert Scarface Capone, but the arrest Tuesday of Illinois Governor Brad Blagojevich revealed alleged conspiracy and bribery schemes so brazen that the veteran investigators and prosecutors could barely hold their revulsion.  Government for sale .. to the highest bidder, the American Way, kind of makes you proud doesn’t it?  Shades of Bill Clinton when he was governor of Arkansas.  When the highway patrol stopped you there, they would say, “Have your wife get out of the car, so the governor can frisk her.”

Here is another one out of Illinois for you. In Springfield, Zachary Holloway, 20, and a pal were arrested and charged with breaking into one car and stealing, among other things, a motorcycle helmet, then attempting to break into another car.

To try to get into the second car, Holloway put on the helmet, stood back from the car, and charged into it, head-butting a window, unsuccessfully, twice.  They were arrested and booked that day.

Finally coming clean

Some 20 years after the Exxon Valdez oil spill, plaintiffs in the case are getting what’s left of the money they were originally awarded, the Anchorage Daily News reports.  Some plaintiffs will get amounts ranging from several hundred dollars to $100K or more.  Most had just about given up hope of getting anything from it at all.

Now lets see, you take an amount of money, put it in the bank and allow it to sit, for say …. Oh let’s just say “twenty years” … that might accumulate enough in interest where you end up never paying a fine at all.  Just thinking outside the box.  Naw, “our friends in the oil and gas industry” wouldn’t do that to us … would they?

Oh well it could be worse (how could it possibly be worse?) you could be in your car, stranded on an Alaskan highway and the only human within 200 miles is a Cro-Magnon Woman wearing a torn parka who communicates through a series of bizarre grunts, winks and gesticulations and she not only comes to your rescue, but you have to “talk to her” all the way back to town.

Lying crooks what is this world coming to?

In the city that launched the national crime-stopper movement, Albuquerque, New Mexico, which pays informants for tips that help police solve local crimes there could be a possible snag.  It appears now the highly successful program designed for, “people that hang out with crooks to do part time work” might be providing the cops with “less than truthful information” for the rewards.

It appears that even in hard times, the low life’s will resort to less than honest approaches at generating funds.  Police are now saying that they are going to have to be more careful because they “might be playing games with us” in order to get the money.  Geeze, do you think so?  Bad cop, bad cop, no donut.

Man, I would like a shot at that myself.

Barre, Vermont. A man who hit Governor Douglas in the face with a pie during an Independence Day parade will spend five days on a work crew for the prank.  Matthew Manning, 23, pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct and apologized.  Manning, dressed as Santa Claus ran up to Douglas during the Montpelier parade and threw the pie before being tackled by the mayor and being detained.  I would like to pay this man’s fine, if there is one, but I am curious.  “Santa Claus at an Independence Day celebration, what were you thinking?”

Time to wrap this one up.

If you attend the job fair/money seminar at the Holiday Inn this weekend?  When the speaker begins the seminar by saying, “By a show of hands, how many of you don’t know the difference between a stock and a bond?” and you are the only one with your hand in the air?

Go immediately to the Lobby … American Xpress or Bank Of America are looking for you.  You might have a new job Monday morning.

Who says things aren’t looking up.

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October 16, 2008

First and Ten

Late at night, the quiet time of the morning, most of you are still asleep. I am sitting here in my underwear thinking about milkshakes, did you know the average fast food milkshake contains over fifty chemicals? I am somewhat partial to Strawberry myself.

(Now if that doesn’t create a vivid mindset, I don’t know what would?)

As it is no big secret around here that I am not all that big a fan of football, where millions of Americans tune in each week to see some guy lay on the ground with a bone protruding from his body while they perform the wave, I have to find other avenues to amuse myself, such as this. Late night rambling and luke warm, micro waved coffee.

Often I will throw some “Oldies But Goodies” from Time Life Collection (not available in stores, only thru this TV offer), crank up the CD player, make an occasional foray back to the sixties in my mind or a trip to La-La-Land as my shrink used to call it.

As Frazier Crane on Cheer’s used to say …. Find your happy place, are you there? The things I do to stay in contact with my inner self.

Tonight or rather this morning, as I ponder another insane football season, having just barely recovered from a summer of suffering thru the Olympics, my mind drifts back to the fall of some year in the sixties (does it really matter which year?) when I was a student at La Vista Junior High school (Where the leaders of tomorrow are developing the Pimples of today!) on the left coast of America (California).

With all this border-line insanity presently taking place in America what is being substituted for regular fare each day, I feel stressed and I yearn for something different.

Hopeless Romantic? Unbridled Dreamer?

Call me what you may … but life back then in my perspective … was better than it is now. In those days the absolute worst crime that I had committed in my life, was possibly riding two on a bicycle, packing my buddy on the handle bars and getting my very first traffic citation from a cop at the ripe old age of thirteen. Starting my first encounter or a long and close relationship with the law enforcement personnel around the country up and until just recently.

Life was good … Junior High School was a gas.

Not a lot of stress, show up, do the drill, smoke a butt in the bathroom at recess and eat lunch. My biggest contribution to life at that time was shop class, where one year I made an ashtray! Now don’t laugh, these days it is considered a “lost art.” The following year, I made a set of bongo drums to the delight of my mother. The sixties were good to me, perhaps why I don’t remember a lot of stuff to this very day, but that is not what this piece is about.

As a matter of fact, as usual, I don’t have a clue as to what this piece is about.

Not really sure, I believe we are talking about “fun” not my latent dependency on chemical pacifiers in my youth. What did we do for fun in those days? What was life like before computers, video games, Rock N Roll, drugs and cheap sex? Before McDonalds, The Mall, before man landed and stepped on the face of the moon? I do vaguely remember those days, but I do not remember what it is that we did for fun.

Cutting class and sneaking down to the sippy hole and going for a dip in the late afternoon without the benefit of trunks or Speedo’s. Fun was watching television at your girlfriend’s house during a power failure. Forget that soft warm puppy stuff. Pinching a watermelon from Old Man Simon’s watermelon patch on late Saturday night. Sitting around in a parked Chevy at the Dairy Queen entering into deep discussions on why French Fries gave you zits and why Clearasil really doesn’t seem to work when you are sixteen years old.

Fun, believe it or not, is a progressive thing; you learn it as you go.

Now when I was a small lad, I remember I used to pull the ears on my sister’s dog for fun. Back in those days that was okay for a latch key kid to amuse himself. Before all you dog lovers send something to my mailbox, don’t get all riled up that was just a suggestion really, I actually loved the mutt and used to slip him table scraps of liver and bacon, which more than likely lead to his early death due to obesity in or around 1965.

If I was perhaps trying to gross you out, I could have suggested that we used to go down to the creek, catch frogs, bring them back and feed them to Mama’s geese and that was considered fun. But as I am not from Alabama or someplace that has a lot of frogs, so this is not quite believable either.

Not really being all that sure, I believe it some circles it is called literary license or something like that. My mama lived in Hayward, California (in the San Francisco Bay Area) not exactly a prime area known for the raising of geese and other farm animals.

Fun was running around the yard, barefoot in the summertime, catching fireflies and then smashing them on your finger to “make a ring” in the dark. You ever get the distinct impression that most of my childhood was truly violent and was consumed with evil plots and schemes … Yeah, now you are getting the picture.

You see … Little boys are everything that is suggested …. Little Monsters that grow up to be men … Dirty Old Men. Yeahsus! Now let’s get loaded and go shoot some crows!*

That beats sitting around watching football any day.

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* No actual crows were shot or harmed during the writing of this article, any resemblance to anyone alive or dead who shoots crows for sport is purely coincidental, this post has been edited and shortened to fit into the space provided, any reprint of this article is strictly prohibited by the NFL.

PARTING SHOT: “No one says “It’s only a game when their team is winning.”


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