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"Back in 1990, the Government seized the Mustang Ranch brothel in Nevada for tax evasion and, as required by law, tried to run it.
They failed and it closed.
Now we are trusting the economy of our country to a bunch of people who couldn't make money running a whore house and selling booze?"
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
"Fault" Versus "Responsibility"
Renting Versus Owning...
OK folks...I've had it up to here (pointing to the top of my ever greying, ever balding head) with this ongoing public/political "bailout" debate.
In familiar terminology commonly seen here on this blog, let me offer you a definition or defining statement this morning:
"What a total, utter, unmitigated giant sized load of high purity CRAPPOLA."
(Que the sound of the crickets chirping...)
Everyone got that?
OK, I have more to say/write on the subject, but I'll just let the title and the subtitle sink in for a few hours because I don't have time to further develop my arguement in essay form...stay tuned to this channel for more insensitivity...
OK folks...I've had it up to here (pointing to the top of my ever greying, ever balding head) with this ongoing public/political "bailout" debate.
In familiar terminology commonly seen here on this blog, let me offer you a definition or defining statement this morning:
"What a total, utter, unmitigated giant sized load of high purity CRAPPOLA."
(Que the sound of the crickets chirping...)
Everyone got that?
OK, I have more to say/write on the subject, but I'll just let the title and the subtitle sink in for a few hours because I don't have time to further develop my arguement in essay form...stay tuned to this channel for more insensitivity...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Weapons Of Mass Destruction Presidential Assault
Today's Multiple Choice Test...
I was sitting around this morning feeling a bit tired of the technical crap I've been thinking about, and still dithering with the mental images of of those shoes flying over President Bush's shoulder, when I came up with this idea of looking at the event from ahysterical historical perspective.
Why not make a test where you have to try connecting the past president's picture with the shoe most likely to be thrown at him had people chose to express themselves in the manner some do today?
Here's the presidents:
And in an effort to consider that this might not just be an Anglo-American form of hatred, I offer the leader of this country for your consideration (but since hardly anyone would recognize the leader of Holland--I defaulted to a picture of a windmill because I'm too lazy to Google the details...)
And here's the shoes to associate with each leader, for your consideration (with a couple of fake answers thrown in to confuse you:
Choice A:
Choice B:
Choice C:
Choice D:
Choice E:
Choice F:
In closing, I have to ask:
Isn't this totally silly? Throwing SHOES at important national and international figures?
Feel free to make your own versions of this mental exercise, and let me know how you did if you have the time to comment.
(Answers: Washington-C, Ford-A, Clinton-E, Holland-D
I was sitting around this morning feeling a bit tired of the technical crap I've been thinking about, and still dithering with the mental images of of those shoes flying over President Bush's shoulder, when I came up with this idea of looking at the event from a
Why not make a test where you have to try connecting the past president's picture with the shoe most likely to be thrown at him had people chose to express themselves in the manner some do today?
Here's the presidents:
And in an effort to consider that this might not just be an Anglo-American form of hatred, I offer the leader of this country for your consideration (but since hardly anyone would recognize the leader of Holland--I defaulted to a picture of a windmill because I'm too lazy to Google the details...)
And here's the shoes to associate with each leader, for your consideration (with a couple of fake answers thrown in to confuse you:
Choice A:
Choice B:
Choice C:
Choice D:
Choice E:
Choice F:
In closing, I have to ask:
Isn't this totally silly? Throwing SHOES at important national and international figures?
Feel free to make your own versions of this mental exercise, and let me know how you did if you have the time to comment.
(Answers: Washington-C, Ford-A, Clinton-E, Holland-D
Bare Feet As A Security Measure?
After All...They Make Me Take My Shoes Off...
Has anyone but me considered the idea that, as a result of yesterday's "incident" in Iraq where some idiot Arab "Reporter" jumped up and tossed his shoes at the President, that shoes will become optional equipment at press conferences world wide?
I say they should, and I'm willing to start a website and lead the campaign to protect politicians, celebrities, and the public from the potential ravages the friendly fire of Reebok's, New Balances, Florsheim's found flying through the air when microphones and TV cameras are present.
After all, for the past seven years as a result of the wild eyed terrorist wanna-be ("British National" in the media) named Richard_Reid loading his tennis shoes full of Napalm or nitro glycerin or TNT and trying to light a fuse attached to his big toe on an airplane, I have to take off my shoes and stand around in my stocking feet every single time I get on a commercial airliner these days.
Shouldn't the same stupid rules apply to "professional" "journalists" as a result of yesterday's activity overseas?
Someone...anyone...venture to tell me why not?
What's amazing to me is the absurdity of the situation and how the media is insistent in focusing on the "insult" and "embarrassment" President Bush should feel rather than looking at the new found freedom this moron enjoys that allows him to express his lack of coherent thought in the first place.
After all...If this stupid bastard had tried this stunt while his beloved Sunni leader "SoDamn Insane" had been holding a press conference, I'm pretty sure that we'd find that he'd already be dead, Dead, DEAD...
...AFTER having had his fingernails drilled with a Craftsman drill while his private parts were clamped in a Black & Decker Workmate and glowing red hot iron rods were shoved up his uretha, as an interlude to some of his fellow towel heads sawing his head off with a dull "Ginsu" knife shouting "Allah Is Great."
But NOOOOooooooooo...
Instead, this little crap-head is just the latest world media hero for "speaking truth to power."
Dammit...
Has anyone but me considered the idea that, as a result of yesterday's "incident" in Iraq where some idiot Arab "Reporter" jumped up and tossed his shoes at the President, that shoes will become optional equipment at press conferences world wide?
I say they should, and I'm willing to start a website and lead the campaign to protect politicians, celebrities, and the public from the potential ravages the friendly fire of Reebok's, New Balances, Florsheim's found flying through the air when microphones and TV cameras are present.
After all, for the past seven years as a result of the wild eyed terrorist wanna-be ("British National" in the media) named Richard_Reid loading his tennis shoes full of Napalm or nitro glycerin or TNT and trying to light a fuse attached to his big toe on an airplane, I have to take off my shoes and stand around in my stocking feet every single time I get on a commercial airliner these days.
Shouldn't the same stupid rules apply to "professional" "journalists" as a result of yesterday's activity overseas?
Someone...anyone...venture to tell me why not?
What's amazing to me is the absurdity of the situation and how the media is insistent in focusing on the "insult" and "embarrassment" President Bush should feel rather than looking at the new found freedom this moron enjoys that allows him to express his lack of coherent thought in the first place.
After all...If this stupid bastard had tried this stunt while his beloved Sunni leader "SoDamn Insane" had been holding a press conference, I'm pretty sure that we'd find that he'd already be dead, Dead, DEAD...
...AFTER having had his fingernails drilled with a Craftsman drill while his private parts were clamped in a Black & Decker Workmate and glowing red hot iron rods were shoved up his uretha, as an interlude to some of his fellow towel heads sawing his head off with a dull "Ginsu" knife shouting "Allah Is Great."
But NOOOOooooooooo...
Instead, this little crap-head is just the latest world media hero for "speaking truth to power."
Dammit...
Monday, December 15, 2008
Things I Want For Christmas
Simple Pleasures...
1. Real Brick Pizza Oven in my kitchen
2. A couple of long handled Pizza peels.
In your inability to justify the expense of #1 & #2 above, a couple of new rectangular Pizza Stones will do in a pinch...
Ho Ho Ho...Dammit...
1. Real Brick Pizza Oven in my kitchen
2. A couple of long handled Pizza peels.
In your inability to justify the expense of #1 & #2 above, a couple of new rectangular Pizza Stones will do in a pinch...
Ho Ho Ho...Dammit...
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Weekend Warrior Working
We're Sitting Inside...Hiding From The Cold...
I hate to admit it, but I spent probably ten or twelve hours yesterday sitting in front of this computer monitor and keyboard here in what was formerly my "home office."
This morning as I write I find it continuing to be transformed into the new international headquarters of what we're calling "Rocky Top Confections & Catering, LLC."
The idea came to me last winter when Pat started baking and cooking Chocolate Truffles on our Little Island, and I considered the possibility that with her appetizers, breads and deserts and my main course efforts we might try doing some small scale event work like party's at outdoor concerts on the lawn down by the St. Simons Lighthouse and such.
Then things changed and the spring of 2008 found us living inland away from lighthouses and Moss draped Live Oak Trees, shivering our way through the fall and early winter on the Banks of the Mighty Tennessee River.
Today's evolution of the original idea features purveying her confections seasonally (Christmas, Easter, Valentines Day, etc.) and some sort of emphasis on supplying products serving the monstrous University of Tennessee football tailgating celebrations held here each fall.
Over 110,000 people sitting in seats in the stadium and another ten or twenty thousand just hanging around--imagine all the money spent in the matter of a half day each Saturday.
How much would YOU pay for a giant custom packaged wicker picnic basket for two or four or eight persons--full of exotic cheeses, tapas style entrees, bread and deserts--delivered to your home or tailgate a few hours prior to each of the eight home games in the 2009 season?
That's the million dollar question, and there's a whole bunch of research into packaging and presentation options to attend to.
Then of course there's the injuneering side of my brain which is still ticking along--looking at spending another four to six hours this afternoon finishing up some detailed layout work to get ahead of the designers and other engineers before Monday morning.
Just in case you aren't paying attention to the calendar, you better be finishing up your work here in the next three to five days because I predict that in spite of the "slow economy" not much is going to get done the following week because people's heads and bodies are going to totally be absorbed with CHRISTMAS.
Time to hit the shower and head into the office--y'all have a good Sunday afternoon...
...if you will.
I hate to admit it, but I spent probably ten or twelve hours yesterday sitting in front of this computer monitor and keyboard here in what was formerly my "home office."
This morning as I write I find it continuing to be transformed into the new international headquarters of what we're calling "Rocky Top Confections & Catering, LLC."
The idea came to me last winter when Pat started baking and cooking Chocolate Truffles on our Little Island, and I considered the possibility that with her appetizers, breads and deserts and my main course efforts we might try doing some small scale event work like party's at outdoor concerts on the lawn down by the St. Simons Lighthouse and such.
Then things changed and the spring of 2008 found us living inland away from lighthouses and Moss draped Live Oak Trees, shivering our way through the fall and early winter on the Banks of the Mighty Tennessee River.
Today's evolution of the original idea features purveying her confections seasonally (Christmas, Easter, Valentines Day, etc.) and some sort of emphasis on supplying products serving the monstrous University of Tennessee football tailgating celebrations held here each fall.
Over 110,000 people sitting in seats in the stadium and another ten or twenty thousand just hanging around--imagine all the money spent in the matter of a half day each Saturday.
How much would YOU pay for a giant custom packaged wicker picnic basket for two or four or eight persons--full of exotic cheeses, tapas style entrees, bread and deserts--delivered to your home or tailgate a few hours prior to each of the eight home games in the 2009 season?
That's the million dollar question, and there's a whole bunch of research into packaging and presentation options to attend to.
Then of course there's the injuneering side of my brain which is still ticking along--looking at spending another four to six hours this afternoon finishing up some detailed layout work to get ahead of the designers and other engineers before Monday morning.
Just in case you aren't paying attention to the calendar, you better be finishing up your work here in the next three to five days because I predict that in spite of the "slow economy" not much is going to get done the following week because people's heads and bodies are going to totally be absorbed with CHRISTMAS.
Time to hit the shower and head into the office--y'all have a good Sunday afternoon...
...if you will.
