Saturday, January 20, 2007

Crazy Birds

The Sapsuckers Are Eating Our Seeds


Look at the posture that one of our local feathered friends has to take to hang onto one of our feeders:





And here's a photo of he/she flapping away after noticing my attentions...




Crazy birds...

You Better Get Interested In What's Going On

The Democrats Want To Silence ME US...


Here, take a look at Senate Bill S.1, Section 220, currently being considered in Washington:

(18) PAID EFFORTS TO STIMULATE GRASSROOTS LOBBYING-

(A) IN GENERAL- The term `paid efforts to stimulate grassroots lobbying' means any paid attempt in support of lobbying contacts on behalf of a client to influence the general public or segments thereof to contact one or more covered legislative or executive branch officials (or Congress as a whole) to urge such officials (or Congress) to take specific action with respect to a matter described in section 3(8)(A), except that such term does not include any communications by an entity directed to its members, employees, officers, or shareholders.

(B) PAID ATTEMPT TO INFLUENCE THE GENERAL PUBLIC OR SEGMENTS THEREOF- The term `paid attempt to influence the general public or segments thereof' does not include an attempt to influence directed at less than 500 members of the general public.

The term "paid attempt" in the past has included "in kind donations" like the time that I spend carefully thinking about writing my rantings. Since I'm routinely reaching tens of thousands of people each year, I'm afraid that they're coming after me before it's over with.

I swear, people, but if we're not careful it's going to soon be against the law for me to write things like "Nancy Pelosi is a stupid partisan bitch" and "Dingy Harry Reid is a moron" or "Robert Byrd is a senile old bastard" if more than 500 people read my writing.

Are YOU going to sit there and let the government silence the bloggers?

Then call someone, dammit...

This Is Just WRONG

An African Grey Parrot, Showing Off...


Polly Want A Cracker?

Friday, January 19, 2007

Silence

Sorry...I'm Still Busy

I'm almost sleeping normally, so in my absence, you might want to go here to read THIS.

And then, of course, there's this guy's ideas.

In the mean time, all I have to say is

See Ya' Later, Y'all.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

The Oinker Of The Day

Guess Who???




Isn't that the face of one happy woman, or what?

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OMG

Careful, Don't Hurt Yourself...


Take a big breath, then go HERE and take a peek.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I Know That's It's Easy To Bitch & Complain

Thus I Currently Write Short Rant's, Else I Write Nothing At All


My head is busy either thinking about technical issues or it is rotating at orbital velocity as a result of having read the newspaper or watched the Television, and as a result I'll just avoid risking offending anyone or inspiring anyone with my ongoing rantings while I thrash around here on our little island.

It started to cool off here last evening, and that's definitely not a positive influence on my attitude either...

Dammit...

Rosie O'Donnell Is A "Jackanapes"

I'm Trying Out FOX Network's Bill O'Reilly's Word Of The Day



Yeah, YOU there, reading this... BE CAREFUL.

Don't Be like Rosie...

Don't be a jackanapes

I, personally, LIKE words like that, because they're so descriptive.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Have A Nice Glass of Orange Juice, And Put It On My Tab

That Global Warming Trend...She Be A Real Bitch


Quick, everyone...run to the grocery store

NOW!!!

It seems that most of the California Citrus Crop has been destroyed by cold weather in the last few days.

The weekend's bone-chilling weather has caused widespread crop damage and other effects from the San Joaquin Valley to the Imperial Valley, and could top agricultural losses seen in the last major freeze in California nearly a decade ago. California Department of Food and Agriculture Secretary A.G. Kawamura toured a Ventura packinghouse today and viewed damage to local strawberries, citrus and avocados."They got hurt pretty bad Sunday morning.

The wind and irrigation water that farmers tried to use to protect crops didn't work too well," Kawamura said. "It certainly appears that this will be very similar if not exceed the damage from the 1998-99 freeze."In the 1998 freeze, $700 million in agricultural damage occurred across eight counties. Kawamura said this freeze was more widespread. Three consecutive nights of sub-freezing weather beginning Friday night froze navel oranges, lemons and tangerines in the San Joaquin Valley, and damaged avocados from San Luis Obispo to San Diego.

Artichokes in Castroville and strawberries in Santa Maria sustained damage. Kawamura said even winter vegetable crops in the Imperial Valley endured critically cold temperatures.

I guess that my Guacamole dip prices will be going up also.

Damn this Global Warming...How can I continue to eat and gain weight with stuff like this going on??

The World's Happiest Poor People

Venezuela's Population Still Stupid & Oppressed...Chavez Still Crazy


Here, take a look at this story: Venezuela Intensifies Takeover Fight With Big Firms.

Now let me ask you this:

"Why is the media so STUPID when it comes to writing headlines?"

After all, the last time I checked, a "takeover" involves BUYING a company.

You know, actually compensating the owners or investors for their financial costs.

Not so according to this story.

All you need is a few guns and bombs and you're in the oil business.

You see, the so-called Venezuela "takeover" is actually a "nationalization", or in reality the theft of private investors funds by a government entity, just because...

Just because they can, and Liberals like Jimmy Carter will avert their eyes in the process.

And the local peasants will hoot and holler and cheer about the results, then go home and have a nice bowl of dirt and glass of filthy water as they raise their angry fists in the air in celebration.

While we're at it, let me offer my own hearty "Yeeeeeee Haaaaaaaa" on their behalf...

If the US government continues along our track here in this hemisphere, that being one of ignoring people like Castro and the little twit dictator Chavez, and we keep not drilling our own oil reserves offshore and in Alaska, we're all going to be tap dancing in dark homes to the beat of music played by little tin hats like this &^%*$er.


Get a grip, people...

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Cuba Versus Puerto Rica

I Say Let China & Japan Give Them The Same Treatment as Hawaii…


What kills me about the so called intelligent political dialogue (or lack thereof) concerning the current invasion of wetbacks illegal immigrants guest workers and, while we're at it, the US foreign policy in the Middle East, is the lack of consistency with regard to race and culture.

If you honestly believe that the US ended its policy of expansion and colonialism in 1959 when Hawaii became the 50th state, what do you have to say about Puerto Rico and other overseas “possessions” like America Samoa?

Just because most of their citizens can’t swim, sail a ship, or otherwise choose to stay on their home soil, are we and they any better off than say…the citizens of Mexico---particularly the ones still living in Juarez?

How can their residents continue to be forced (or allowed) to live in squalor, with US tax subsidies and other massive funding laid on the backs of US taxpayers, without any standards and oversight other than a slap on the ass and the emergence of an occasional professional baseball player and a cheep supply of rum and cigars?

Worst of all, the Dominican Republic, Haiti, Jamaica, and Cuba are right here within a few hundred miles in our own hemisphere and fall into this same category of third world “Plantation countries“ owned and operated by displaced citizens living here in the US.

If they had a few more guns, some explosives, and more than a minority of citizens content with singing in nightclubs, cooking in restaurants, and smoking marijuana, we’d all be in big trouble in my book.

The good news is that apparently Fidel Castro is on his last legs, and if we can’t manage to toss a few hundred million taxpayer dollars at ensuring that that situation gets straightened out upon his death, I’m thinking about just folding up my tent, packing up my pots and pans, and moving my ever balding, ever greying, lard assed redneck carcass off to somewhere like Belize or Costa Rica .

Please write if you can’t call…

Another Day...Another Dollar

Earned or Spent?


I'm sorry to admit that I'm stranded in a winter malaise of indecision.

It's so nice outside that I find my mind wandering to the pool and the beach and my bicycle, but then the couch takes over and I wake up having snoozed the better part of the afternoon away being useless and listening to talk radio.

I ran around again today looking for a giant blob three or four pounds of potter's clay to do a quick sculpture to enter in this year's Coastal Heritage Art Exhibit.

My efforts failed.

I won second place last year with my photo submission, but even though I knew that this year's deadline was approaching I found myself without anything in my inventory to submit and by the time I came up with a concept and theme it would appear to be too late.

I took the small blob of clay that I purchased last week for a prototype model and smashed it up and made a giant 3" olive for my friend Brenda to use in a humongous martini glass over at her nearby wine shop...The 19th Hole Package Store.

I'm using a bamboo barbeque skewer as a toothpick, and the results should make a nice finish on a front counter display in her store.

All I have to do is wait for it to finish drying, toss on another coat of green paint and color the pimento red, and I'm good to go.




Time to do some more reading now...or maybe I'll take another nap...

Monday, January 15, 2007

Pollen

I'm Not The Only One Confused...


It's January 15th.

It's 75 degrees F outside.

You can write your name on the hood of our car in the pollen dust that settled in the dew over night.

Pollen on January 15th?

I love living here...

Rational Thoughts From A Great Man

I Wish Jessie Jackson And Al Sharpton Would Get A Clue...


Here, take a look at an excerpt from Martin Luther King's famous April 1963 "Letter from A Birmingham Jail":

I guess it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, "Wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick, brutalize and even kill your black brothers and sisters with impunity; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see the depressing clouds of inferiority begin to form in her little mental sky, and see her begin to distort her little personality by unconsciously developing a bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son asking in agonizing pathos: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tip-toe stance never quite knowing what to expect next, and plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness"; then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into an abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience...

I hope this letter finds you strong in the faith. I also hope that circumstances will soon make it possible for me to meet each of you, not as an integrationist or a civil rights leader, but as a fellow clergyman and a Christian brother. Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear-drenched communities and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.


Maybe we all do have some distance to go to achieve true equality, but we've also come a long way since that text was written. Too bad the good Reverand Jackson & Mr. Sharpton own the franchise these days...because in my opinion, they're both faint shadows of the man that wrote those words.

RIP Dr. King.

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Sunday, January 14, 2007

75 Degrees And Sunny

We're Certainly Getting Our Money's Worth Down Here...


Gosh it was beautiful here on the Georgia coast yesterday. We're expecting more of the same for the next few days as the Midwest and northeast suffers under ongoing bouts of rain, sleet, and snow.

I almost feel guilty.

But not really guilty...