Stout Hearted Men

Well so far the best part of the holiday has been the tapping of the Stout at Oblio's..... CENTRAL WATERS  Bourbon Barrel Stout.

this stuff is GREAT.... a review from a Madison Beer Review: 

Central Waters Bourbon Barrel Stout

Appearance: deep dark brown with a thick, foamy beige head; the head falls away somewhat quickly leaving some alcohol, but no lacing, on the sides
Aroma: sweet and bourbonish with a dense aroma of chocolate and malt – almost of bitter chocolate, with a long, lingering brightness
Flavor: chocolates and bourbon with a long, lingering bitter dark chocolate finish
Body: deep and thick; like drinking chocolate out of bottle with a slight cordial flavor, without the cherry
Drinkability: perfect for an aperitif, a six pack would be nice to supplement and sustain throughout the winter
Summary: a great beer that is rapidly becoming the hallmark and calling card of Central Waters – a reputation maker and a business sustainer; a damn fine beer. 

  Well,,, I could not say it better. Also it runs close to %10 .... and it runs a nice $5.25 a pint ... so it is not a quick drink.... it is absolutely excellent with a aged Swiss...

I normally do not do beer reviews... but this stuff is so good... I have never 'saved' beer... but I plan on trying to buy a six pack of this and store it... word is it is even better after a year.


Oh, in other news... Christmas is over!!!! I have watched "It's A Wonderful Life" "Christmas Story" " Lampoon's Christmas" and my fav, " Bad Santa".  All went well... I got some socks and underwear... got gifted at the Moon coffee house and some music.  Black Keys new album.   There is NO SNOW.. and it feels like 40 outside... anywaays.... I felt burnt out.....
But I should be a stout hearted man by 5!

I can Handle It
Just say "Cheese" a new year approaches!

Sing sing song sing a song

My favorite elf was about 5 years old that year.  We were watching "The Grinch" and she came sliding across the couch to snuggle in next to me.  Crossed her arms and looked at me seriously.

"You know, Daddy, they have this stuff now that you just brush into your beard and then you take a shower and all that grey will go away."  They beard was the first to succumb to age color variation, you see.

She was seriously serious.  So I bought a box of that stuff, wrapped it up and put it under the tree for Christmas morning.  From Santa.
And boy did she get excited that morning.  Not another present did she open, my hand was grabbed and off to the bathroom we went.  She applied it with studious care, if not with a concern for 'neatness'.  It was all over the place.  I still have that t-shirt I wore all flecked with brown.
I don't much believe in Santa Claus.... but the love of elves is very very real.

My friend David Barber has posted a couple of his favorite Christmas type songs

and..

So, golllllllleee gee, I thought I would add a couple of my favorites..... so let's all go Caroling&stuff!

and one more....

HO HO HO dee ho

Twas the week before Xmas
Ana all through the Burg
Not a sound was heard...
Nope, not a Word.

So I have been struggling to write a post about Christmas past and all that.... for almost a week... and all I ended up with is junk.

But that never stopped me before......
Anyways... things seem to be happening quicker than I CARE FOR...

Boy Wonder with the hoodie

Boy Wonder gotz home from Portland.... and then went to the UP with some buddies.... his Momma not all that happy with that, but he'll be around for another ten days.














..... he always makes things interesting. 
My daughter and I are looking forward to traveling to western Wisconsin's traditional Christmas eve 'flying of the cows'.

... and that's it.  I have spent all my money .... none left to buy even a scrap of snark.


So... for the holidays

if you can't be where
your heart is
be calm
be peaceful
enjoy all those whoz is here
and have a good beer.

Love to all who visit my page.  thanks&stuff

jimm

SEX

What was her name???

OK... once again... it is Pearl Harbor Day....  70 years ago,,,, and I remember this really well... cause, see, I was there strolling that beach when the planes came over... I was only 23 or so at the time and me and Judy, or at least I think her name was Judy, maybe it was Alice, or Millie... but gees, we had just had a great night and gosh, see, she WAS built like a battleship and all, and gosh, could she make a torpedo run and you have not seen the rockets red glare till you spent a night with what-ever-her-name was and anyway it was a day I will always remember and boy& howdy did old Franklin give a good speech and in no time at all there where all these jobs in the Navy and Army......




Well, I digress.  But speaking of Bombs... Boy .... that Aaron Rodgers of the Packers can sure throw some

... and he is a nice enough guy, but he likes to sneak into everybody else's photos and stuff and so the last time I talked with him I told him I was not gonna invite him to my next wedding.... and gees when he got done laughing he said, " but you don't have a girl friend."
"Well, if I did, and I did get married, I am not inviting you if you don't stop that." Which just made him laugh a whole bunch more.. and then he showed me a picture of HIS girlfriend... and gosh

Rodger's girlfriend.. with spicy meatballs

......
When I was done crying I remembered Pearl Harbor and Judy-Alice-Millie or whatever and I didn't feel so bad.

But the Packers have made football interesting in my part of the world and I am grateful for that.

Anyways... where was I... OH OH OH... Remembering Pearl Harbor...see, right after the attack I was helping clean up the harbor and stuff, cause, listen, the Japanese may be neat and tidy at home, but boy, when the come visit they sure leave a mess... well Franklin called, said he was gonna go on the radio, which is the thing we had before TV and the Internet, and he was going to give a speech to America and all, "Jimm," he said, " We are going to punish those Evil-Doers and I am going to tell America all about it."
"FD, " I said... see, FD is what I called him... that Franklin thing just didn't work for me on a personal level," Drop that Evil-Doer thing. Sounds like something some idiot from Texas would say.  Work 'Infamy' into the speech; much more memorable, see, and you want to have folks remember."

Well, he thanked me for that.
Anywaz wazza I talking about... Oh yeah, Remember the Alamo... no...ah, that was my brother.... Remember the Maine.... no... that was Teddy, oh and was he a nice guy, too, just like his cousin..neat mustache..I meet him in South Dakota... him and me wrangled horses together.  Boy, was he a rough rider!  I helped him with that  and he got lots better....  Gees, once him and I got into a big fight in a bar with some cowboys, see, and they thrashed us good and threw us out.  Teddy wanted to just rush back in and I said, "No, let's find a big stick and walk quietly back in there and give 'em what for."
"So, what you're saying, Jimm, is that I should walk softly and carry a big stick?"  No flies on that Teddy!
"Now you'r talking like a Bull Moose," is what I replied.

Anyways, Pearl Harbor.... see back in the early 70's, when I was 23 or something, I met these VietNam vets who always who would always have a party on Pearl Day, Buffton and Mad Dog and Hoople. Now they always got bombed and talked  stupid shit, like, go to the U and find some Japanese Foreign students and beat them up.  Well, that wasn't a nice idea... so I mixed up a drink to get there minds off of it... I mixed up

1 oz tequila
1 oz triple sec
1 oz lime juice


... and fed those guys a whole bunch of them to calm them down... I remember telling Hoople it was a Kamikaze,,, and they thought that was funny... now you can buy 'em everywhere.

where was I... oh oh oh... Pearl Harbor.... oh oh oh... it wasn't Judy-Alice-Millie.... IT WAS SHIRLEY /!!!!!!

Shirley, I remember!

short and brief... have a good day

I gotz nothing but a song.  The days are progressively moving to the dark dark dark .... time to reflect on stuff.... like how it is much more difficult to put on boots than sandals....stuff like that....



well, anyways... have a good day

Compost and Shit... just saying

OK... see I really like compost.  No shit! Truly. Well, to be honest, in the old days... it did have shit... used to run the old truck out to a farm and scarf up a couple of washtubs of good old horse shit from a buddy who had a couple of them there creatures.  Oh, it would really make the pile cook up!  Best recycling ever!

 The bin on the left is pretty much what the old bin  looked like, only not so spiffy cause I made it out of old doors I had found, and old screening... I mean..if you are gonna recycle shit... well gees, don't be buying new stuff just to throw shit in it.  Makes sense, right!  And everything from the kitchen went in it... bad lettuce, coffee grounds, tea bags, veggie peelings, eggshells, left over bits of malt-o-meal...all the fall leaves were bagged for next year.. all the dead veggie plants from the garden, hedge trimmings.... everything went in there.  blessed were the moments I would go out back there and turn the heap.  Boy, nothing like the smell of rotting shit&stuff.  Yessirree, Bob, Iffen when I die I could be shredded and  composted, why gosh I would think that would be a good deal...

But anyways,,,, there is a story here..and here it is.

When the Ex moved out of her apartment and bought a house... I went over and the first thing we did is build a bin.  And now it is getting run down, cause I built it with throw away scraps and stuff....see we were talking about it and I said I would... mostly because in the course of the divorce I gotz all the WEAPONS of MASS CONSTRUCTION...love me them saws and hammers and golly I don't know how I could get along without my chain saw... why gees, I can carve pumpkins wit dat thing.  Well, ok, see, what happened, what the story is, is that about ten years ago Wonder Girl calls me at the bar, cause Mom had found a opossum in the bin and was freaking out.  The Ex had Bill-the-Neighbor over and he was poking it with a stick and then Bertie from across the street came over to see what the fuss was, and then Jack &Karen were there and so was the Wara boy, the one with the runny nose...andMiriam said that her Mom was going to call animal control, or golly, "Dad, can you come over and take care of this?"  Well, by the time  I got there, it was a small convention and the possum looked dead.
So I said to Wonder Girl to go get me a beer.  See, Bill-the-Neighbor was ready to get his ten gauge out and shoot it and Bertie is almost having fits about the possibilities of rabies and fleas and Armageddon and what not because possums sure are ugly &stuff.  I figgered another beer would help me think this through.  Well, it sure enough did!  I chugged that sucker down... asked everyone to step back, asked the ladies to turn the other way, calculated the distance between me and the critter and well golly beer is only rented, so I unzipped and let that possum have a little extra rent.

You know what?  With a little extra room and a dose of left-over Leinenkugels that ugly sucker just woke up and took off.  Course, the Ex thought I was vulgar, which she already knew and why she would tell me again is a good head scratcher, but it ain't no deal.

The deal is that the Boys down at Oblio's been giving me a good rubbing lately cause I still get along with the Ex... but the way I figger it... you can compost almost everything, including a marriage and piss on every thing else if you don't believe that, and if that is what it takes, but golly, iffen you do it right, you can still grow things with a goodly composted marriage.... including children... and they are doing just fine, thank you very much.

Well, ok... it has been a somewhat-sorta-kinda busy week here in beautiful downtown Wisconsington.

Mostly the weather... but no one wants to hear about the weather..it's bad enough being in it when it is not to your liking.  Talking about the weather always reminds me of when my mother would talk about her second cousin, who I never met, and all the illness that woman had...and, oh, there were plenty!!  I think she was the only woman, that cousin, who managed to have three hysterectomies....a really medical case study.  I think she was also born without a tailbone... whatever.

Anywayz... headed to Madison this coming Saturday for my nephew Eliott's Wedding.  Gees, he has been a couple with Sarah so long it seems like they were married along time ago.  I think they just ran out of excuses to have a party, is what I am thinking.  I still really don't know where the WEDDING is...I mean, where in Madison.

Not that it really matters.  I checked around... looking for a cheap room for Saturday night and did not find one.  And it didn't help that I had no idea where the wedding WAS going to be..other than 'some place just off the Capital Square...so the Ex said that my sister said that most of the family said they were staying at some Ruby Marie Hotel.... and I broke down and booked a room.

Now it was a little pricy for me.... cause I can be cheap...specially when all I want is a bed and a shower.... but after checking the place out it seems like  a nifty little place built back in 1873 or such and the Happy Hour in the bar is free for guests and so is breakfast.  HA!  They may not break even on my stay!! &&&  after talking with my sister it seems that between Sarah's family and my sister's we have booked all the rooms.... it could be fun. Especially..... with.... my nephews...

.... and it should be a good party....Elliott and his brothers are a gas.... Adam has been in Asia for the last few months...just quit his job in Sand Diego and split with his girlfriend/fiancee... I guess they saved up some money, whatever... he always tells good stories.  Middle Bro, Jonas... is an out and out gas.... He was late for his teaching job one morning...so he got a speeding ticket...which really made him late.... so he gets a second ticket ... fifteen minutes later... for speeding in a school zone...the one in front of where he teaches.  Elliott worked his way through college as a sous chef.... I know he will have some good stuff ... he made the dinner menu.

I am really looking forward to this... it just got to be a reflective moment.... I was a good kid... the cousins are all good kids.... not a Republican in the bunch!  Max will not make it, the only cousin absent... but he can't fly home from Portland twice in a month... and Christmas is already set....

Grandma and her grandchildren.....

...... kinda wish Grandma was still around...... she sure liked the kids.  See, you can only complain about the weather... you can't change it..... and you can't change your family either.... so you may as well love them....

Herbie Hancock doggone it

....


well, OK... it;s a Herbie kinda day, ha.... and it ani't even close to over.  Good old Oliver-Dog got away from me.  Or to be honest, he just decided to take his walk without me or the leash. Nope, I could see him thinking, see, as he looked back at me, "I knows the way, Jimm, just be seeing you in a bit." And off he went . Hit the corner at Sterling and Powers and just started trucking down Powers headed south with me yelling behind him.  Course, he can do two blocks to my one and I am getting pissed, and, gosh I barely covered that block when he comes running back  north up THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET chasing a guy on a bicycle. Now I have no ideas about what he would do iffen he would catch that bike and it ain't no never mind, cause now I am a block behind him heading the other way... and getting a little chilly in my thinking.  Well, someone at Melvin and Powers said he stopped at the fire hydrant for a quickie leakie and  and was headed east.  So I am trucking east on Baldwin hollering out his name when a door pops open.... "Oliver? Is he short, black&white?"  Well, some lady opened the door to get her newspaper and he just sauntered in and sat on their couch.  Dogs can be assholes.

No soup for you, Dog.

But nothing is nothing that can't be fixed with a little Herbie on the stereo and maybe a little herbie in the pipe.  finished off with a little cookies and milk.  No cookies for you, either, goddam dog.

TURKEY

OOOPS.....wrong turkey.... lemmee see

nope nope nope............... dat be a Turdkey

well, getting closer..

AW....... dat's da one.... !!!!!!!

So, I could wax eloquent on what's i like about turkey and thanksgiving and such.... and what I am thankful for and how cool left-overs are....and how wonderful it is they Put the Packer game on just for me on the holiday....yupperz... I could do all that, and more....

but I won't.  But I will leave youse all wit a peace of pie

see.... I'm just a guy that ain't got much.... but I sure do have plenty

!!!!!!!!!!  Stuff !!!!!

THE COPS WERE SURROUNDED.. and just wanted to get out

"Charles J. Kelly, a former Baltimore Police Department lieutenant who wrote the department's use of force guidelines, said pepper spray is a "compliance tool" that can be used on subjects who do not resist, and is preferable to simply lifting protesters.
"When you start picking up human bodies, you risk hurting them," Kelly said. "Bodies don't have handles on them."

... course the cops had no choice....  bodies do not have handles...

"After reviewing the video, Kelly said he observed at least two cases of "active resistance" from protesters. In one instance, a woman pulls her arm back from an officer. In the second instance, a protester curls into a ball. Each of those actions could have warranted more force, including baton strikes and pressure-point techniques."

 of course.... see, those cops were in grave danger.... oh gosh&stuff... they were surrounded !!!!!!

UC Davis Police Chief Annette Spicuzza said the decision to use pepper spray was made at the scene.
"The students had encircled the officers," she said Saturday. "They needed to exit. They were looking to leave but were unable to get out."

Maybe we should raise our voices, 

ask somebody why
But demonstrations are a drag, 

besides we're much too high
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

phil ochs

Brother, can you spare some change....

Heard the cranes flying south this morning. A neat trilling sound, less raucous than geese.  Course, can't see them... but you know that they are up there.   It is a nice sound on cold days... and it gives the promise, too, that they will be back.  Seems that they are easier to see in the spring sky, but maybe that is just me.
It reminded me of stuff in the fall.... though, the crispness of the air, glasses fogging as you enter a warm house, the smell of my grandmother's apple pie, helping my mother grind the fixings for her turkey dressing.  The days are increasing shorter... the darkness now comes in late afternoon, the bare trees shake in a cold wind... and I am sad that another season is at an end.... and that I am older now... and that there will be a set amount of seasons left for me.  I shrug off the thought, cause it really is no never mind and there is nothing to do about it anyways.  Best to think of all the sounds, and smells, and foggy glasses in the past and be happy for them.

So....there are sounds... that fill a heart, a soul and even when they are sad, they are good, because whether I am here or not... the cranes will return.  It's all just changes... and changes will be good, if we want them to be.

.

I was born by the river
In a little tent
And just like the river
I've been running ever since

It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh, yes it will

It's been too hard living
But I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there beyond the sky
It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh yes it will

I go to the movie, and I go downtown
Somebody keep tellin me "don't hang around"
It's been a long, a long time coming,
But i know a change gonna come
Oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother
I say brother help me please
But he winds up knocking me
Back down on my knees

There's been times that I thought
I wouldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh, yes it will

Tis' the SEASON

Yessirree Bob... Whizconsin is a seasonal place.  Lots of them.  Just forget the regular Spring,Summer,Fall, Winter routine, cause mostly we only have two weeks of Spring, four weeks of Summer, two weeks of Fall and ten months of Winter.... or depending on the barstool wag youse is talking to...two seasons.. Winter & Mosquito.  But that is all wrong.  I know...because I am plenty smart and iffen youse all gotz a moment or two I will tell you about some of them, mostly because I can.

Now, Wisconsin is a mystery to most folks east of Lake Michigan and a myth to those west of the Mississippi, so this will be very clarifying to most of you.  Especially about the seasons.  We have bunches... and I know most people down there in Illinois think that the only seasons we gotz is pepper and ketchup but the truth of the matter is we have more that you can shakea maple stick at.... but for brevity's sake and not to overly tax my TAXED ENOUGH ATTENTION SPAN....which by the way is something RICK PERRY suffers from as well as me....but I don't care about RICK PERRY, cause he is an asshole and I am not, but if I have to bring him and me up in the same conversation I would say that I am a lot cuter, but not near as cute as Herm Cain, and my boobs are not as big as Michelle Whats-her-name and, what was I talking about?

Oh, yea, seasons.  Well, see, the first big season is PACKER SEASON

.. which runs from early August to the Super Bowl.  Now some around the country call it 'FOOTBALL SEASON' which is just plain wrong.  It is truly Packer Season,just to get that straight.  It kinda runs concurrent with summer, fall, winter, but that ain't quite right.  See, Packer Season is when we celebrate the life of St. Vincent the Lombardi and oh gosh is there ever a lot of events &stuff, see, like the Blessing of the Bock beer, the consecration of the Cheddar Bras and the weekly feast of the Holy Tailgate.

Now, I am not making this up... and iffen you call be a liar, why gosh I may just whack you over the head with a bratwurst and some pickled eggs or such.  Anywayz, it is THE MOST MAJOR season there is and I have a bunch of green and gold T-shirts to prove it.  Just saying is all.

Now the next really big season is Deer Hunting.  Which kinda happens in fall and is a minor additive to the PACKER SEASON and if you are a good Packer fan and a good hunter, why golly, you get to wear your blaze Orange clothing to Lambeau field, which the goddam TV commentaters getz a big kick out of... but everyone knows most commentaters wouldn't know a Mitt Romney from a Jim DeMint or a Mint patty...which I kind of like myself, especially when I have had too much sauerkraut on my brat and I need to freshen my breath...which is mostly what I need to do after watching Republicans de-hate on TV.... well... where was I?

Hunting, oh yea... well, I am not a hunter.

 I heard DeNiro once came to Wisconsin and they made a whole movie about Deer Hunting... but I aint seen it, cause I don't hunt... heck, I don't even own a gun;;;;;;
Those guns are really noisy and if you are not careful with them, whygees, you could kill something!! Another thing about hunting season that most tourists doan know about is they have a special part of the state, which I am bound by law not to reveal, where they let the deer hide behind trees and then run out in front cars and kill unsuspecting Polacks who are up from Milwaukee. Nowthatmostlykillsthedeertoo....but I don't mind, cause it helps control the Polack population which gets out of hand from time to time.  But anyways I did go to deer camp once, cause I was told that Jimmy Frank kept a big porn collection at his cabin and we would mostly just drink beer and whiskey and play cards.... and indulge in another well respected season here in Wisconsin....

STRIP CLUB SEASON !!!!!  which is really only two saturday nights a year and run concurrent with PACKER SEASON and DEAR HUNTING SEASON...... now it was explained to me that you can only truly participate in Strip Club season if you are a happily married faithful male.... now the boy's let me go with them that time cause they said I was happily divorced and it is almost the same thing and I was a good sport about doing the dishes while they were out tramping in the woods.  So we are at the club, see, and there was this girl painted JUST like that swinging around on a pole.... well gosh,.. I asked her later...."How much is that there paint job cost?" and she said, "$500".... but I had to provide the soap which I really didn't understand and Tim Lee just laughed when I asked what she meant.  See, it must be a secret thing that only guys who go regular to Deer Camp knows about.

So, as you can see already there is lots of seasons here in beautiful DownTown Wisconsin...and we just keep coming up with more.  The newest one, which is pretty interesting and has brought some attention to my part of the World.... is the RECALL SEASON... which I am told started two days after the 2010 election and is celebrated mostly by Democrats and disgruntled  Liberals.... but even Republicans can participate..... why golly, see, the RECALL of GOVNER WALKER part of the season just started and the Head Republican declared...

“The Republican Party of Wisconsin has launched the Recall Integrity Center; a website designed to protect the integrity of the signature gathering process and be a valuable resource for Wisconsin voters who have witnessed any wrong-do...ing or suspect foul play by Wisconsin Democrats or big government union bosses. Voters can submit videos, recordings, photos and incident reports, which will be investigated by RPW staff and retired law enforcement and FBI agents, to ensure that any Democrats who attempt to use any type of fraud in order to meet the required number of signatures by law will be held accountable for their actions."

So The REPUBS are going to wear blaze orange and combine Recall Season with Hunting Season.... hey and I really liked, "Big Government Union Bosses"  which though I gotzta say, I hardly understand, cause the Republicans ARE the Controling Government and they are small minded... or maybe if the Union Boss is under 5'5" it's ok... course it also sounds like iffen it is Republican Fraud, it's OK...... and I really like "Recall Integrity" which, iffen I recall correctly hasn't been Center for awhile in the Republican Party.  Course, if you have a whole bunch of Hundred Dollar Bills, you can combine Stripper Season with the Recall Season and just slip some money into a Pole Dancing Conservative is how I thinking it would work.... but I'm also guessing they wouldn't look cute like those painted girls up dere in Hurley and thinking too that the Porn at Jimmy Frank's cabin would be more informative... and he left some Wild Turkey up there, which, get this, is also a whiskey as well as a bird, see, if I recall.

Anywayz.... The Packer Season, Recall Season, Hunting Season and Stripper season all coincide this Thanksgiving... Wowzers!  Kinda like Haley's Comet only shows up rarely and all.  And speaking of Stripper Season.... I want to take the paint off that old table in the garage, all I can do this year... the Republicans have left me short of dollar bills.

"

9999

Well golly gee, time sure flies when you are having fun.... course it would fly faster if I had more money to have more fun..... but it is what it is and so that is no never mind..... but the thing of it is....see, is I put one of those cluster maps thingees on the blog last may... just for grins and giggles well anyways... to day when I looked at the update thingee, it said that I had had 9,999 visitors since May 6th.

I thought it was a Ermin Caine dudget plan. 9-9-9-9 now that would be a Dudget I could really refuse to believe in.  Yea, dat Harmen Dain is a guy that really breaks me up. I can just hear his pick-up line, "Hey, Babe, wanna see my flat tax?"
Anyways.... see, I am looking at that Cluster Map.... and A) I truly do not believe that many folks read this crap.... so B) there must be that many folks who are looking for eggroll recipes.  It is the only way to explain it as far as I am concerned.

So, iffen that information is anywheres correct... I have deduced that because
22 folks from Pakistan have checked in... the Taliban is watching me
448 people from Canada explored here... proving that Canadians are easily enticed to boring sites
40 from Poland have showed up... proving Polacks doan know what an eggroll is
5 people in North Dakota may have found the wallet I lost in '77
22 from Armed Forces Americas.... waz that?
133 in Germany visited here... could be wurst.

Hey, even someone from Maldives was here... and I have no idea where that is....

but the real thing of it is....as much as I do not care about stats and such.... it is a grin to see the 9999% who have occupied this space, if for only a second or two....

I never had a plan when I started blogging, I still don't.  I still do not make eggrolls, I still do not deliver, except for the snarky ones, and I will be back here..... cause it has been/is fun.. meeting folks&stuff.  Do you like mustard wit dem eggrolls, or sweet sour?

The Ideal Republican Candidate!

.

It would be a SURE THING!  A woman, a minority, good boob size, a thoughtfully smirky smile, Arty Sensibilities, good Renaissance Personality great recognition factor....  and shit, listen, I am not being racist.... but they already have, what, eight, ten monkeys up on that stage, what's one more?   Yup, I heard that they are gonna line those fucking clowns up saturday night and let them jubble up some nouns and verbs and pick some noses, maybe suffle their feet a bit....shit&whiskers.... lemmee tell you about ONE home town boy who will not be watching that shit.... Nope... I think I will rent me some Brady Bunch DVDs and delve into a deeper, more sincere consciousness than anything those fucking idiots will talk about.  But ask me how I really feel about it.... sometime when I am a little more apathetic, please, and after the prozac kicks in.

Nope, see, I have other things on my mind..... like the dope-shit crazy fucks that are running My Beautiful DownTown Wisconsky.... running it run into the fucking ground hog... speaking of which, it goddam snowed here yesterday and I guarantee youse all that I am not gonna see a shadow of a doubt or any other shadow until the goddam grass is green again and the trees sprout those little leafy things... oh, where was I?  Yupperz... Wiscovilleson..... well, see, what happened is that in order to CREATE JOBS.... the Republicz Fuckz passed gas and a new law that let's anyone over the age of five carry a concealed weapon..almost any fucky weapon other than a nucklar bomb...... and originally you had to take FOUR hours of training to be able to do that.... well they scraped that.... nope.... no training needed now....
Shit... you need four hours of traing to BE A BARTENDER! Over 300 hours of training to be a fucking manicurist....gotza take a written and road test to drive a car,  but nopez, I can just walk into a gun shop and say "Hey, gimmee a big ass gun with some big fucking bullets"... and all the guy has to do is say.... "you can pick it up in 7 days, would you like Ketchup with that?"   Well the first thing wrong with all that is it is spelled CATSUP  and I prefer tartar sauce with my hollow point bullets, thank you very much.

Alright, I know that was a little radical... hehehe


Anywayz.... see, it is Veterans Day... and as much as I hate war, I have the utmost respect for veterans.  I don't care if they enlisted, were drafted, came home in one piece... or missing pieces, or came home in ... bags.
They are ours, and they are us.

So... I just want to say.....to all those.."support our troops" folks.... who just forget about them... when they do come home. 
So let me set the record straight.... Vietnam... I did not serve.  I was drafted...had a shitty lottery number.  I also did not pick up a student deferment.  I did have, though, a phone number in Toronto, and a girlfriend who was two months late.  All that is a different story.  I spent the Nam years protesting...

Yessirree Bob, I certainly did.  And that is where I got to know most of the veterans I knew.  In college, at rallys.  Guys without arms, legs, eird scars... in wheel chairs... some were a little nuts... and some had hearts so big..so big.









Cause America took them... abused them, changed them...shucked them and chucked them.... and they saw the worst.... cause they were in the real shit storm.... not folks like me.  So this guy on FB asks what kind of parents those OWS protesters had... to let their children hit the streets in a mob.  Even some of the 'newspapers' are hawking up that same old spittle.  Fuck that crap... wrong is wrong.
And don't tell me otherwise, see!  I remember what was wrong... forty some years ago.  So, if the Vets hit the streets.... they are just part of the mob, right?  If they ask for a new leg, or arm.... or a little cash to finish college, well gee, that's just entitlements, right?

Oh, those guys saw.... lived.....what we can only imagine....... or do not want to.

The  folks coming back from Afghan, Iraq....  what they must feel, now.... 

now, that the clowns who will prance and swing and sing.... and not say a word about ending al the wars and bringing all of our vets home...even Obama....  no one is talking about what is in store for them.... now.  Benenfits?  Oh... that would just be entitlements.... 

Nope....it is just one of those days.... the sun rises much too late these days, sets too early. My feet are cold.... and there are just clowns and monkeys on a stage, and the organ grinder is calling the tune.

I gotzta go.

Neature Walk

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hat tip to
Wonder Girl.... this is great!  Have a good monday

No Banker Left Behind..Song for the new generation

Just like a woman

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 so... a couple of mechanical engineers...from Minnesota...Sven and Ole... are sent to measure a flagpole.   but they didn't bring a ladder.  So, Sven says " whatta we do nowz?"
Just then a women comes by.... understands their dilema... gets a wrench out of her purse, loosens a nut, lowers the pole, gets a tape measure and says. " eighteen feet 6 inches." and walks away.

Sven says, "ain't it just like a woman.... you ask for height and they give you length!"

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sexist comment of the year;;;; live with it.

Dear John

Oh.... it is amazing the information you can get just sitting on a barstool.... Like my hairdresser's personal phone number.... who has the best happy hour... and one of the founding members of the JOHN BIRCH SOCIETY was all so the father of Koch Industries.... and our beloved Koch Brothers.

Now the Birchers have a long history of kookism..... and an According to Rober Welch, the prime founder of the Society

"both the U.S. and Soviet governments are controlled by the same furtive conspiratorial cabal of internationalists, greedy bankers, and corrupt politicians. If left unexposed, the traitors inside the U.S. government would betray the country's sovereignty to the United Nations for a collectivist New World Order, managed by a 'one-world socialist government.'" Welch saw collectivism as the main threat to Western Civilization, and liberals as "secret communist traitors" who provided cover for the gradual process of collectivism, with the ultimate goal of replacing the nations of western civilization with a one-world socialist government. "There are many stages of welfarism, socialism, and collectivism in general," he wrote, "but Communism is the ultimate state of them all, and they all lead inevitably in that direction."

Now, I am not going to do homework for anyone.... but the John birch Society is one of the most paramoid groups to ever exist.  Eisenhower was considered a Commie Stooge, OSHA, the Federal Reserve, China fluoridated water.... boy and howdy, all plots.... there was a Socialist/Commie under every Bush!!!

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TEA ANYONE?

Here's another funny link to the JOHN BIRCH SOCIETY

hippy ZOMBIE WEEN

One good woody deserves another..... whew!

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this land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California to the New York Island,
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and I rambled, and I followed my footsteps
To the sparking sands of her diamond deserts,
All around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, then I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.

One bright sunny morning, in the shadow of the steeple,
By the relief office I saw my people,
As they stood there hungry, I stood there wondering if,
This land was made for you and me.

Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me,
Was a great big sign that said, "Private Property,"
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking my freedom highway,
Nobody living can make me turn back,
This land was made for you and me.

[Additional verses by Pete Seeger:]

Maybe you've been working as hard as you're able,
But you've just got crumbs from the rich man's table,
And maybe you're thinking, was it truth or fable,
That this land was made for you and me.

Woodland and grassland and river shoreline,
To everything living, even little microbes,
Fin, fur, and feather, we're all here together,
This land was made for you and me.

It's friday and I woke up with a Woody

I am at two with nature.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy. 

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "Holy Shit, Jimmy, can you believe how many dumb fuck Republicans are running for Preisent???"

Joe Cool

some day he may get a real job....

This time of year.... I look back and think of Boy Wonder and his first 'job'... not a paper route or mowing lawns... but what he called his first job.

He was a professional spook.  Not the CIA type, but a really really spook ...

See, just north of town, about nine miles, there was a business that specialized in carriage rides, for weddings and whatnot.  Every Halloween they would decorate their woods with haunted houses, lanterns, graveyards.... have headless horsemen and ghosts... then they would have 'haunted hayrides'.  The kid got hired on as a spook.  It was his job to jump out of the bushes and stuff and try to scare folks on the hayride.  The owner would give the kids who worked as spooks a flat stipend and a pizza party at the end of the gig.  Boy Wonder took this serious.  He was in seventh grade, his grades were good, he would finish his school work right after he would get home and a HS kid would pick him and a few buddies up to do the thing.  It was rather nice.  After the Hayride there would be a bonfire and hot cider and cocoa for the patrons.

Well, times have changed.  He is now in Portland working in a warehouse, as a private garbage collector, making some internet commercials and some wedding videos.  He takes it all as serious as he did his first real job.  His mother and I hope that someday..... he will have a good job.... if if if if The Teaparty goes away..... if if if the economy turns around.... if if if

but he is still a scary dude.

...... just like his dad was....

so long ago.  Some day, I want a real job, too.  Maybe the CIA IS hiring spooks!!!!!!