Where's My Microphone?
My Blog Idol Rodge over at Curmudgeonly & skeptical.blog pointed this out to me...
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Simple Things I Miss On Thanksgiving
(Also Known as STIMOT for short)
I was just thinking about "the "good old days" a little bit here on this Thanksgiving morning.
You know what?
I remember back in the "good old days" when my Pa and Mama Rushing were still alive and every year we literally had brown paper grocery bags full of fresh pecans sitting around in our garage and basement waiting for me to sit down in the floor with a hammer and crack them.
"Eat two...put two or three halves into the recycled Cool whip or Tupperware bowl."
That was the way things worked.
If you wanted a fruit cake or some other holiday delicacy which contained Pecans you didn't go to the store...
you walked out into the Garage and started cracking fresh nuts.
Even my Grandfather's black and white "Tri" colored Collie dogs--first a majestic beast named "Champ" and later a friendly fellow named "JoJo"-- would crack their own pecans and drool all over themselves from the taste of the bitter shells if you were picking pecans and didn't crack open a few extras for them.
Knowing a couple of real good professional working farm dogs was a singular pleasure unto itself outside the culinary aspects of pecan harvesting...but I digress...
So I really miss the days when we had so many pecans around our house that we used to dump last years' left over inventory out down by the fence in the back yard for the squirrels and chipmunks to eat because we had more coming in the house from this years' crop.
I probably watched $10,000 worth of pecans go to waste back then at today's prices.
Isn't it funny how people can be rich in so many ways, spiritually and physically, and not even know it at the time?
I was just thinking about "the "good old days" a little bit here on this Thanksgiving morning.
You know what?
I remember back in the "good old days" when my Pa and Mama Rushing were still alive and every year we literally had brown paper grocery bags full of fresh pecans sitting around in our garage and basement waiting for me to sit down in the floor with a hammer and crack them.
"Eat two...put two or three halves into the recycled Cool whip or Tupperware bowl."
That was the way things worked.
If you wanted a fruit cake or some other holiday delicacy which contained Pecans you didn't go to the store...
you walked out into the Garage and started cracking fresh nuts.
Even my Grandfather's black and white "Tri" colored Collie dogs--first a majestic beast named "Champ" and later a friendly fellow named "JoJo"-- would crack their own pecans and drool all over themselves from the taste of the bitter shells if you were picking pecans and didn't crack open a few extras for them.
Knowing a couple of real good professional working farm dogs was a singular pleasure unto itself outside the culinary aspects of pecan harvesting...but I digress...
So I really miss the days when we had so many pecans around our house that we used to dump last years' left over inventory out down by the fence in the back yard for the squirrels and chipmunks to eat because we had more coming in the house from this years' crop.
I probably watched $10,000 worth of pecans go to waste back then at today's prices.
Isn't it funny how people can be rich in so many ways, spiritually and physically, and not even know it at the time?
Happy Turkey Day
A True AMERICAN Holiday...
Hope everyone has a chance to chill out and visit with family and friends today and forget for a few minutes how screwed up the world is in general and how screwed up a bunch of so-called Americans want to make our country if they get their way.
Then when the dishes are washed and put away and the football games are all over with until the Bowl games start...
LET'S GET BACK TO WORK SMACKING SOME DEMOCRATIC RATBASTARDS' ASSES INTO SHAPE.
Hope everyone has a chance to chill out and visit with family and friends today and forget for a few minutes how screwed up the world is in general and how screwed up a bunch of so-called Americans want to make our country if they get their way.
Then when the dishes are washed and put away and the football games are all over with until the Bowl games start...
LET'S GET BACK TO WORK SMACKING SOME DEMOCRATIC RATBASTARDS' ASSES INTO SHAPE.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Saying What You Mean...And Meaning What You Say...
It's All Slowly Becoming Illegal Today
I'mnot sorry this morning, Ladies and Gentlemen, but this Thanksgiving Season finds me more than a bit perturbed.
I'm afraid that I'm more likely to just sit around sulking to myself rather than running around publicly giving thanks for stuff I benefit from in what up until now has been a fairly good life.
Let me see if venting here on the Blog this morning will relieve a little of the pressure on my Spleen so I can take a complete breath and relieve the pain that proceeds up my spinal cord from my rectum to the base of my cranium...
Here goes...
You see, it's like this to this middle aged, ever greying, ever balding white man of Anglo Saxon descent.
It seems to me that all of the professional "do-gooders" and elected "busy bodies" i.e. the self proclaimed philanthropists and politicians have taken away--slowly, and incrementally-- much of what I consider to be most everything fun out of living life here in America.
And the stuff that you can still do that could be considered fun they've installed handrails on and passed laws and installed placards with instructions indicating why and how I can't have fun using the aforementioned things which are supposed to be fun to use.
I present as evidence the 99.9 percent of the hotels out there with swimming pools which are either only 4 feet deep else are 10 feet deep but instead of a fiberglass diving board today only have some caulk or epoxy filler sealing up the holes where the diving board was in the 1960's.
Further, in business and personal relationships, we can't call an asshole an "asshole", we can't call a useless-nigger-wife- beating-son-of-a-bitch a "useless-nigger-wife-beating-son-of-a-bitch," and now on an international basis...when towel headed Iranian Mullahs build Centrifuges we have to have "multi-lateral talks"...
...or when the the slanted eyed idiot shit headed communist North Koreans...
the same slanted eyed idiot shit headed communist North Koreans that were lobbing artillery shells across the 38th parallel in the early 1950's over my uncle's heads during our so-called "police action" in that area...
YES...when those same slanted eyed idiot shit headed comunists yesterday started lobbing artillery shells again across the so called "de-militarized zone" around the 38th parallel....
all we as Americans get in response is bloviating by the President and Secretary of State while everyone looks at their watches and wonders what time to put the turkey in the oven and if they need anything else from the Grocery store before Thursday noon.
All of that said, I'm here this morning to set a few things straight for anyone that doesn't have a cranium full of cranberry sauce and/or hasn't shoved so much stuffing up their ass and down their throat that all of their blood supply is diverted to their intestinal tract for the balance of the year 2010.
THERE IS SOME SERIOUS SHIT HAPPENING OUT THERE IN THE WORLD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
RIGHT NOW.
And we need to take ACTION...
RIGHT NOW.
Just because it's the "holiday season" doesn't mean that we can change TV channels and wait until January 3rd to catch up on what went on while we were at the airport having safe sex with a TSA worker wearing blue latex gloves.
Further, and more specifically, sitting around watching College Football games and picking your nose and going deer and turkey hunting after goofing around the yard with the kids and grand kids while burping the essence of left over Green Bean Casserole isn't going to get you any further away from the inevitable.
We all voted recently for a group of people which we hope will make some important changes in the way this country conducts it's financial and foreign affairs, but unlike your automobile you just can't point the government down the road and put things on cruise control and wait to see what destination you arrive at.
There's still a whole lot of navigating and management that has to be accomplished, and I'm not quite certain that the crew we have in the American cockpit is competent and up to the task yet.
Am I the only one that watches the news and gets more concerned and agitated every day while looking at the crap being foisted on the world in general and blamed on or placed in the lap of America and Americans in general?
There's not enough liquor in the liquor store and Marijuana in Mexico to numb me enough to dull the sense of anger and anguish I feel right now...
...and that's the way it is...November 24, 2010
(and screw Walter Conkite in his moldy grave...)
I'm
I'm afraid that I'm more likely to just sit around sulking to myself rather than running around publicly giving thanks for stuff I benefit from in what up until now has been a fairly good life.
Let me see if venting here on the Blog this morning will relieve a little of the pressure on my Spleen so I can take a complete breath and relieve the pain that proceeds up my spinal cord from my rectum to the base of my cranium...
Here goes...
You see, it's like this to this middle aged, ever greying, ever balding white man of Anglo Saxon descent.
It seems to me that all of the professional "do-gooders" and elected "busy bodies" i.e. the self proclaimed philanthropists and politicians have taken away--slowly, and incrementally-- much of what I consider to be most everything fun out of living life here in America.
And the stuff that you can still do that could be considered fun they've installed handrails on and passed laws and installed placards with instructions indicating why and how I can't have fun using the aforementioned things which are supposed to be fun to use.
I present as evidence the 99.9 percent of the hotels out there with swimming pools which are either only 4 feet deep else are 10 feet deep but instead of a fiberglass diving board today only have some caulk or epoxy filler sealing up the holes where the diving board was in the 1960's.
Further, in business and personal relationships, we can't call an asshole an "asshole", we can't call a useless-nigger-wife- beating-son-of-a-bitch a "useless-nigger-wife-beating-son-of-a-bitch," and now on an international basis...when towel headed Iranian Mullahs build Centrifuges we have to have "multi-lateral talks"...
...or when the the slanted eyed idiot shit headed communist North Koreans...
the same slanted eyed idiot shit headed communist North Koreans that were lobbing artillery shells across the 38th parallel in the early 1950's over my uncle's heads during our so-called "police action" in that area...
YES...when those same slanted eyed idiot shit headed comunists yesterday started lobbing artillery shells again across the so called "de-militarized zone" around the 38th parallel....
all we as Americans get in response is bloviating by the President and Secretary of State while everyone looks at their watches and wonders what time to put the turkey in the oven and if they need anything else from the Grocery store before Thursday noon.
All of that said, I'm here this morning to set a few things straight for anyone that doesn't have a cranium full of cranberry sauce and/or hasn't shoved so much stuffing up their ass and down their throat that all of their blood supply is diverted to their intestinal tract for the balance of the year 2010.
THERE IS SOME SERIOUS SHIT HAPPENING OUT THERE IN THE WORLD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
RIGHT NOW.
And we need to take ACTION...
RIGHT NOW.
Just because it's the "holiday season" doesn't mean that we can change TV channels and wait until January 3rd to catch up on what went on while we were at the airport having safe sex with a TSA worker wearing blue latex gloves.
Further, and more specifically, sitting around watching College Football games and picking your nose and going deer and turkey hunting after goofing around the yard with the kids and grand kids while burping the essence of left over Green Bean Casserole isn't going to get you any further away from the inevitable.
We all voted recently for a group of people which we hope will make some important changes in the way this country conducts it's financial and foreign affairs, but unlike your automobile you just can't point the government down the road and put things on cruise control and wait to see what destination you arrive at.
There's still a whole lot of navigating and management that has to be accomplished, and I'm not quite certain that the crew we have in the American cockpit is competent and up to the task yet.
Am I the only one that watches the news and gets more concerned and agitated every day while looking at the crap being foisted on the world in general and blamed on or placed in the lap of America and Americans in general?
There's not enough liquor in the liquor store and Marijuana in Mexico to numb me enough to dull the sense of anger and anguish I feel right now...
...and that's the way it is...November 24, 2010
(and screw Walter Conkite in his moldy grave...)
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
New Years In November
Cranky Holiday Contemplations...
For some reason it occurred to me today that as America and more specifically, Americans, head into this Holiday season that I haven't had a real job from whence to take "holiday vacation" from but a single year since 1990--that being the year 2008-- when we moved up here from our Little Island in Georgia to Knoxtown before the idiots running Lambert Engineers decided to close things down December 19th, 2008.
All the other years before and after (post 1989) I wasun-employed "self employed" so the days and weeks leading up to the holidays were no different on a schedule basis to me personally from a day or week in March or June or September.
Maybe that's the reason I get so cranky now in late November and December...
...because I generally find that it's virtually impossible to get anything done professionally between the week before Thanksgiving and the week after the following January 1st.
It seems that all of you regular people out there with "real jobs" are busy taking time off in order to burn your left over vacation days...not to mention taking the regular scheduled holiday days off on the calendar.
CAN'T YOU HELP ME AND STOP IT...
As a business man and entrepreneur, I might as well wipe the six weeks encompassing late November until the end of the College Football BCS season in January out of myDaytimer Microsoft Outlook Calendar because of your behavior.
Dang IT...
Unless you sell something holiday related like turkeys or Christmas trees or fake snow or something with the word "seasons" or "Yule" in the title...I can't find anything I want or need in the Engineering department of most firms I call or e-mail because the person responsible is home spraying fake snow on fake trees else bouncing grandchildren on knees while looking at the aforementioned fake snow laden fake trees.
So let me just go ahead and issue my first hearty "BAH HUMBUG" of the 2010 Holiday season and get things rolling...
Is it just me?
For some reason it occurred to me today that as America and more specifically, Americans, head into this Holiday season that I haven't had a real job from whence to take "holiday vacation" from but a single year since 1990--that being the year 2008-- when we moved up here from our Little Island in Georgia to Knoxtown before the idiots running Lambert Engineers decided to close things down December 19th, 2008.
All the other years before and after (post 1989) I was
Maybe that's the reason I get so cranky now in late November and December...
...because I generally find that it's virtually impossible to get anything done professionally between the week before Thanksgiving and the week after the following January 1st.
It seems that all of you regular people out there with "real jobs" are busy taking time off in order to burn your left over vacation days...not to mention taking the regular scheduled holiday days off on the calendar.
CAN'T YOU HELP ME AND STOP IT...
As a business man and entrepreneur, I might as well wipe the six weeks encompassing late November until the end of the College Football BCS season in January out of my
Dang IT...
Unless you sell something holiday related like turkeys or Christmas trees or fake snow or something with the word "seasons" or "Yule" in the title...I can't find anything I want or need in the Engineering department of most firms I call or e-mail because the person responsible is home spraying fake snow on fake trees else bouncing grandchildren on knees while looking at the aforementioned fake snow laden fake trees.
So let me just go ahead and issue my first hearty "BAH HUMBUG" of the 2010 Holiday season and get things rolling...
Is it just me?
Monday, November 22, 2010
I'm Cranky
Why...Don't Ask...
Blogging is at standstill until further notice.
I'll sear everyone's eyeballs with rhetoric later when I feel like it.
Government employees are on notice of risking life and limb if they annoy me in person.
Blogging is at standstill until further notice.
I'll sear everyone's eyeballs with rhetoric later when I feel like it.
Government employees are on notice of risking life and limb if they annoy me in person.
