Friday, October 3, 2008

Okee Doke!

Well, I stopped by Missy's blog ( which is really a nice place to stop by)
and, Well, Boy and Howdy! She has laid a little love on me in the form of a nice award. I think it means I break her up.

Well, Shit&Bisquits.... it kinda showed up at a good time 'cause I am not feeling all that warm and fuzzy about the state OF AmeriCa at the present moment.
Now in days past when the warm fuzzies eluded me I would resort to pharmecutical refreshments; couple a tabs of Acid, a little mescaline and wash that down with some MD 20/20 then smoke me up some pipe-fuls of Thai Bud until everthing kicked in and I started kicking in doors. Culture, decorum and taste caught up with me in the last decade or two. I don't do that anymore. I just have a beer or two, maybe just a pinch in a pipe, and settle in for the night with a little Chick Corea, McCoy Tyner or Keith Jarrett. Just a mellow man.
But last night ol Sarah with the fuck-me eyelashes pissed me off. This 'Joe Six-Pack' shit. Makes it sound like anyone who appreciates beer is some lame dude happier than a pig in mud just to swill down some cheap beer.

..... or some socially inept carnival clown who will suck as much cheap suds as possible and take his shirt off at public gatherings to add a little grossness to the fresh air.

Oh, Wowsers....... did that piss me off!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beer is a beautiful thing..... and some six packs are gorgeous!

.... even to the extent of inducing some wine sucking, Poetry Spouting, Clevelandite to forsake wine and heavy metal for appropriate libation.

Now there are times that beer goes well in volume; that should never be dismissed as a course to take when all other paths lead nowhere.

I guess I took umbrage. Sarah Goddam Sick Pack. I wish it was legal to shoot Alaskan Mayors from airplanes and cut off a front paw for bounty payment. But that ain't happening. I wish, but it won't go down. But I am not a jimm-six pack ( Unless you count doughnuts) so I need to just settle down, relax a wee bit. There is a pinch for the pipe, and Oblio's has great beer for the discriminating imbider......

I think Sarah has gotzta figger out.... that not all beer drinkers are as dumb as the schlepper she sleeps with!

Some of us are OK guys and we VOTE, Too!

*Thanks, Missy!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Busted, Heartbroke and Disillusioned

I busted my lap top a few weeks back. It has made it extremely difficult to keep up with blogs.
It is also gonna be awhile before I can replace it.
Bubba picked up a new-'used' car. Older Volvo and actually, for what he paid, kind of a sweet car.
He asked if I could help him with some new tires.
It is gonna be awhile for that too.

Things got different, real quick.
I work for a Fortune 500 Company that does a tremendous amount of business with Fortune 100 companies. One of them was my client. The new project was to start next tuesday. They have pulled out of the project. It is amazing that an email can tell you what your fourth quarter income will NOT be.
So, ain't no big deal. Other clients, other programs. But we do have a big company and we have a HR department that operates somewhere within the parameters of helpless and hopeless, so I was, essentially, re-hired, and then fired, and then re-re-hired on the same day, even the same hour, as it were. They are amazing.

It was a rather big surprise to my boss, myself and the janitor on the third floor who assures me daily that it is he, and he alone, through his strenous efforts, who holds the company together. The essence is the next few months will find me short a bunch of

I just got the feeling of being screwed. And I am only in the middle of a long, long line.I feel that this is not America, not the one I love. I think even George would be ashamed.

Ok. So it goes. I am meeting the City Editor of the local Gannet newspaper (calling it a newspaper is a stretch, but Karl is a good guy) tonight to watch the debate. We plan on booing and hissing and drinking beer, have a pizza. While we can still afford beer and pizza.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


Squirrel UnderpantsSquirrel Underpants are real! . Are you sick and tired of squirrels running naked in the trees around your house? Have you had to hide your children’s eyes when a tiny furry streaker crosses the sidewalk in front of you? We’ve got the answer, Squirrel Underpants! Each pair of tiny briefs has a 3" waist and is made of 100% cotton. Also good for hamsters, frogs and gerbils.

* approved by the Wassila Baptist Church's Committee for Wildlife Decency

shop Archie Mcphee!

This is a serious threat to the morals of America.... BE ALERT! America needs more LERTS!

"As a reverend, I know God created squirrels, so they are by default beautiful creatures. However, there is a time and place for everything and looking out in my backyard first thing in the morning while I'm drinking coffee is not the place for naked squirrels. They are like tiny, furry flashers with no shame. Well, I bought some squirrel underpants and now I can enjoy my own backyard without fear of embarrassment. Thank you Squirrel Underpants!"

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I Fear John McCain is Not Ready to Lead- But he wants me to be Afraid

I am certain that my fellow Americans expect that on my induction into the Presidency I will address them with a candor and a decision which the present situation of our people impel. This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itselfnameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.
In such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common difficulties. They concern, thank God, only material things. Values have shrunken to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers find no markets for their produce; the savings of many years in thousands of families are gone.
More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.
Yet our distress comes from no failure of substance. We are stricken by no plague of locusts. Compared with the perils which our forefathers conquered because they believed and were not afraid, we have still much to be thankful for. Nature still offers her bounty and human efforts have multiplied it. Plenty is at our doorstep, but a generous use of it languishes in the very sight of the supply. Primarily this is because the rulers of the exchange of mankind’s goods have failed, through their own stubbornness and their own incompetence, have admitted their failure, and abdicated. Practices of the unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men.
True they have tried, but their efforts have been cast in the pattern of an outworn tradition. Faced by failure of credit they have proposed only the lending of more money. Stripped of the lure of profit by which to induce our people to follow their false leadership, they have resorted to exhortations, pleading tearfully for restored confidence. They know only the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no vision, and when there is no vision the people perish.
The money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths. The measure of the restoration lies in the extent to which we apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit.
Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits. These dark days will be worth all they cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered unto but to minister to ourselves and to our fellow men.
Recognition of the falsity of material wealth as the standard of success goes hand in hand with the abandonment of the false belief that public office and high political position are to be valued only by the standards of pride of place and personal profit; and there must be an end to a conduct in banking and in business which too often has given to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing. Small wonder that confidence languishes, for it thrives only on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection, on unselfish performance; without them it cannot live.
Restoration calls, however, not for changes in ethics alone. This Nation asks for action, and action now.
Our greatest primary task is to put people to work. This is no unsolvable problem if we face it wisely and courageously. It can be accomplished in part by direct recruiting by the Government itself, treating the task as we would treat the emergency of a war, but at the same time, through this employment, accomplishing greatly needed projects to stimulate and reorganize the use of our natural resources.
Hand in hand with this we must frankly recognize the overbalance of population in our industrial centers and, by engaging on a national scale in a redistribution, endeavor to provide a better use of the land for those best fitted for the land. The task can be helped by definite efforts to raise the values of agricultural products and with this the power to purchase the output of our cities. It can be helped by preventing realistically the tragedy of the growing loss through foreclosure of our small homes and our farms. It can be helped by insistence that the Federal, State, and local governments act forthwith on the demand that their cost be drastically reduced. It can be helped by the unifying of relief activities which today are often scattered, uneconomical, and unequal. It can be helped by national planning for and supervision of all forms of transportation and of communications and other utilities which have a definitely public character. There are many ways in which it can be helped, but it can never be helped merely by talking about it. We must act and act quickly.
Finally, in our progress toward a resumption of work we require two safeguards against a return of the evils of the old order; there must be a strict supervision of all banking and credits and investments; there must be an end to speculation with other people’s money, and there must be provision for an adequate but sound currency.
There are the lines of attack. I shall presently urge upon a new Congress in special session detailed measures for their fulfillment, and I shall seek the immediate assistance of the several States.
Through this program of action we address ourselves to putting our own national house in order and making income balance outgo. Our international trade relations, though vastly important, are in point of time and necessity secondary to the establishment of a sound national economy. I favor as a practical policy the putting of first things first. I shall spare no effort to restore world trade by international economic readjustment, but the emergency at home cannot wait on that accomplishment.
The basic thought that guides these specific means of national recovery is not narrowly nationalistic. It is the insistence, as a first consideration, upon the interdependence of the various elements in all parts of the United States—a recognition of the old and permanently important manifestation of the American spirit of the pioneer. It is the way to recovery. It is the immediate way. It is the strongest assurance that the recovery will endure.
In the field of world policy I would dedicate this Nation to the policy of the good neighbor—the neighbor who resolutely respects himself and, because he does so, respects the rights of others—the neighbor who respects his obligations and respects the sanctity of his agreements in and with a world of neighbors.
If I read the temper of our people correctly, we now realize as we have never realized before our interdependence on each other; that we can not merely take but we must give as well; that if we are to go forward, we must move as a trained and loyal army willing to sacrifice for the good of a common discipline, because without such discipline no progress is made, no leadership becomes effective. We are, I know, ready and willing to submit our lives and property to such discipline, because it makes possible a leadership which aims at a larger good. This I propose to offer, pledging that the larger purposes will bind upon us all as a sacred obligation with a unity of duty hitherto evoked only in time of armed strife.
With this pledge taken, I assume unhesitatingly the leadership of this great army of our people dedicated to a disciplined attack upon our common problems.
Action in this image and to this end is feasible under the form of government which we have inherited from our ancestors. Our Constitution is so simple and practical that it is possible always to meet extraordinary needs by changes in emphasis and arrangement without loss of essential form. That is why our constitutional system has proved itself the most superbly enduring political mechanism the modern world has produced. It has met every stress of vast expansion of territory, of foreign wars, of bitter internal strife, of world relations.
It is to be hoped that the normal balance of executive and legislative authority may be wholly adequate to meet the unprecedented task before us. But it may be that an unprecedented demand and need for undelayed action may call for temporary departure from that normal balance of public procedure.
I am prepared under my constitutional duty to recommend the measures that a stricken nation in the midst of a stricken world may require. These measures, or such other measures as the Congress may build out of its experience and wisdom, I shall seek, within my constitutional authority, to bring to speedy adoption.
But in the event that the Congress shall fail to take one of these two courses, and in the event that the national emergency is still critical, I shall not evade the clear course of duty that will then confront me. I shall ask the Congress for the one remaining instrument to meet the crisis—broad Executive power to wage a war against the emergency, as great as the power that would be given to me if we were in fact invaded by a foreign foe.
For the trust reposed in me I will return the courage and the devotion that befit the time. I can do no less.
We face the arduous days that lie before us in the warm courage of the national unity; with the clear consciousness of seeking old and precious moral values; with the clean satisfaction that comes from the stern performance of duty by old and young alike. We aim at the assurance of a rounded and permanent national life.
We do not distrust the future of essential democracy. The people of the United States have not failed. In their need they have registered a mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. They have asked for discipline and direction under leadership. They have made me the present instrument of their wishes. In the spirit of the gift I take it.
In this dedication of a Nation we humbly ask the blessing of God. May He protect each and every one of us. May He guide me in the days to come.

Katie wears lipstick, too!

Couric: Gov. Palin, since our last interview, you've gotten a lot of flak. Some Republicans have said you're not prepared; you're not ready for prime-time. People have questioned your readiness since that interview. And I'm curious …

(okjimm: I'm curious, too)

Palin: Well, not only am I ready, but willing and able to serve as vice-president with Sen. McCain if Americans so bless us and privilege us with the opportunity of serving them, ready with my executive experience as a city mayor and manager, as a governor, as a commissioner, a regulator of oil and gas.

(okjimm: Ya, and I bet you gotza spare hockey rink ya wanna sell me, too!)

Couric: Is that something you shouldn't say out loud, Sen. McCain?
John McCain: Of course not. But, look, I understand this day and age of "gotcha" journalism. Is that a pizza place?

(okjimm: Gees! I thought Gotcha sold those great jelly doughnuts?)

Couric: Are you sorry you said it?
McCain: … and the fact …

Couric: Governor?

McCain: Wait a minute. Before you say, "is she sorry she said it," this was a "gotcha" sound bite that, look …
Couric: It wasn't a "gotcha."

(okjimm: Huh? When is a gotcha not a gotcha?)

McCain: No, she was in a conversation with a group of people and talking back and forth. And … I'll let Gov. Palin speak for herself.

Palin: Well, it … in fact, you're absolutely right on. In the context, this was a voter, a constituent, hollering out a question from across an area asking, "What are you gonna do about Pakistan? You better have an answer to Pakistan." I said we're gonna do what we have to do to protect the United States of America.

Couric: But you were pretty specific about what you wanted to do, cross-border …

Palin: Well, as Sen. McCain is suggesting here, also, never would our administration get out there and show our cards to terrorists, in this case, to enemies and let them know what the game plan was, not when that could ultimately adversely affect a plan to keep America secure.

Couric: What did you learn from that experience?

Palin: That this is all about "gotcha" journalism. A lot of it is. But that's okay, too.

(okjimm: Hmm, I'm ok, too. So do I get a pizza, a jelly doughnut, or just a sound bite, or bite-me, Jesus, is this a campaign or what?)

I think Katie Couric is getting to be a hero, to me. She wears lipstick. Whadda you think, Katie, about the Governor of Alaska?


* I know I edited the transcript to suit myself. I must have a little Republican in my background. Very little, I hope.

... And just to take a moment to stroke my sense of humor.... I found this comment on a blog in a galaxy far away speaking of Palin's interview capabilities.

"Interview? REAL evangelicals need no stinking interviews. WE saw ALL we need to see. Did't you fools see HER with Gibson? WE evangelicals decided last 2 elections. WE decide this one too. Fools! Nov 4 not the end, JUST THE BEGINNING! WE been praying all life for this. Thank you God....I knew you answer prayers of REAL faithful. We TRUE evangelicals see it coming soon. THE RAPTURE! God promised to rapture us...THE TRUE BELIEVERS...just before end times. Thank you for Sarah, God. SHE the ONE. I saw HER with Gibson. Qualified? Knowledgeable? Honest? etc.? WE DON”T CARE! She not blink! YOU, my GOD will tell her when time is right. She truly knows YOU. I saw it in her eyes, SHE the ONE will not blink...SHE will PRESS THE BUTTON WITH NO HESITATION whatsoever. ARMAGEDDON ! So who cares. The rest will get what they deserve"

I found my reason for tonight's beer already!

Monday, September 29, 2008

Kill Bill

I really hate mondays. Today was no exception. I get here at 7am , check emails, voice mails and then head out and get some coffee. Maybe watch some 'news'. And all the news I saw was some former Mets player who went to trial for killing his ex-girlfriend's cat. That is NEWS? I mean, the guy was sitting there with his lawyer, and thank-you-big-time, the volume was off, but we has gotza this war, this election, this fucking financial crisis.... and they are talking with some shit for brains who kicked a cat to death cause his old girlfriend won't give him a blow for the road!

I really can't wait until the coverage of the Winneconne Pumpkin Harvest is live (and in Color) on NBC!

It is a gloomy day, partly funky, with a good chance of a Jimm-Depression at 4:30.

I wonder what kind of cat it was?

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