Voter #1 at 7 o'clock...
Referendum question: Should Wilkes-Barre switch to a Strong Tower form of government?
G'nite
G'nite
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Sunday Kodak flapdoodle
My grandrodent, Jeremy. Muttly, ain't he?
Interesting rig pouring the new decking on the North Street bridge.
Scott Street @ Parsons is down. Stick to Mill Street.
Bikeabout the Parsons section. Under the Cross Valley expressway @ Mill Creek.
Zachary, AKA Grandrodent.
That's all I got for now.
Vote Harry Haas for Luzerne County Council.
Later
WBASD: One & done
Yes, believe it or not, I will be casting a vote in the Wilkes-Barre Area School District fray.
One vote. For James O'Meara Sr.
Done that.
Later
One vote. For James O'Meara Sr.
Done that.
Later
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Walter Griffith or: Accountability for the Unaccountable
First off, I’d like to thank everyone at General Hospital who dealt with Wifey in such a professional, compassionate and kind way.
The overnight folks staffing the emergency room, the people who transported her from room to room to room, from test to test and the uber pros on the cardio floor who made what was frightening to the core as comfortable and comforting as humanly possible.
Some on the left/wrong side of the argument in Washington, D.C. say our health care system needs to be reinvented. I say they are too insulated from reality to possibly know what they are bloviating on and on and on about.
We pay our steep premiums. We had us an unwanted and unexpected emergency. And we are both supremely pleased with the professional health care with which we were provided.
Thumbs up, man.
Big time!
Next up, Walter Griffith or: Accountability for the Unaccountable.
Since we reside in Corruption County, I find it beyond comprehension that those who copped a plea to corruption charges served, at best, 21 months, while the only elected county official who was tirelessly working to expose corruption faces a possible jail sentence of 21 years.
You can’t record an executive session?
Well, that’s because the folks comprising the executive session don’t want any retrievable official records lying around after they vote in secret to screw the taxpayers of this godforsaken county.
You can’t record a phone call when you’re interviewing someone directly involved with the confounding and disturbing disappearance of six million taxpayer-provided dollars?
That’s the result of purposely aged and archaic laws ripped right out of a banana republic somewhere, a place where the unaccountable will be forever unaccountable.
I grabbed the following from the Times Leader…
Another cut from that same Times Leader story…
Seriously?
Excuse me, but Walter is the only elected county official who has been working to expose the deeply-embedded culture of corruption in this long-denuded county. He may have been wholly oblivious to Pennsylvania’s myriad of laws that make it virtually impossible to ensnare corrupt elected officials, but his heart and his intent were both in the right place.
I don’t need some smart-sounding newcomer. I don’t want the guy who smiled and glad-handed his way throughout the rampant, out-of-control and financially-debilitating decade of corruption. And I’m not at all interested in the well-connected Stevie Nicks look-alike.
Come Tuesday morning, legal warts and all, I’m voting for Walter Griffith, the only man who dared to bring accountability to the unaccountable.
Sez me,
Markie in Parsons
The overnight folks staffing the emergency room, the people who transported her from room to room to room, from test to test and the uber pros on the cardio floor who made what was frightening to the core as comfortable and comforting as humanly possible.
Some on the left/wrong side of the argument in Washington, D.C. say our health care system needs to be reinvented. I say they are too insulated from reality to possibly know what they are bloviating on and on and on about.
We pay our steep premiums. We had us an unwanted and unexpected emergency. And we are both supremely pleased with the professional health care with which we were provided.
Thumbs up, man.
Big time!
Next up, Walter Griffith or: Accountability for the Unaccountable.
Since we reside in Corruption County, I find it beyond comprehension that those who copped a plea to corruption charges served, at best, 21 months, while the only elected county official who was tirelessly working to expose corruption faces a possible jail sentence of 21 years.
You can’t record an executive session?
Well, that’s because the folks comprising the executive session don’t want any retrievable official records lying around after they vote in secret to screw the taxpayers of this godforsaken county.
You can’t record a phone call when you’re interviewing someone directly involved with the confounding and disturbing disappearance of six million taxpayer-provided dollars?
That’s the result of purposely aged and archaic laws ripped right out of a banana republic somewhere, a place where the unaccountable will be forever unaccountable.
I grabbed the following from the Times Leader…
Another county official, who declined to comment with attribution, pondered Griffith’s role reversal Friday, saying: “Walter was always going after the headlines. Now he’s the headline. How does he like it?”
The sentiment of one management-level employee: “We’re all sick of being under Walter’s veil of suspicion when we didn’t do anything wrong.”Trust me, these are the vapid words of people who do not want to be held accountable. I did my management stint, and I was good at it. Or as the big guy put it so succinctly, “Trust, but verify.” Management 101!
Another cut from that same Times Leader story…
Both candidates seeking the Democratic county controller nomination in Tuesday’s primary — Michelle Bednar and Stephen A. Urban — criticized Griffith, who is running against Karen Ceppa-Hirko for the Republican nomination.
“This is another sad day for Luzerne County, another black eye in a long line of disservice to our residents,” Bednar said in a statement. “This culture has to change, and this can only occur through the election of qualified, new candidates.”
Urban said the law forbids recording people without their consent or knowledge. A controller elected to hold others accountable also must be accountable himself, he said.
“He violated the public trust. His integrity is out the window. He said he knew it was wrong to record people and claimed he didn’t do it, but he did,” Urban said.
“I think he owes it to the people to bow out of the election.”This culture has to change?
Seriously?
Excuse me, but Walter is the only elected county official who has been working to expose the deeply-embedded culture of corruption in this long-denuded county. He may have been wholly oblivious to Pennsylvania’s myriad of laws that make it virtually impossible to ensnare corrupt elected officials, but his heart and his intent were both in the right place.
I don’t need some smart-sounding newcomer. I don’t want the guy who smiled and glad-handed his way throughout the rampant, out-of-control and financially-debilitating decade of corruption. And I’m not at all interested in the well-connected Stevie Nicks look-alike.
Come Tuesday morning, legal warts and all, I’m voting for Walter Griffith, the only man who dared to bring accountability to the unaccountable.
Sez me,
Markie in Parsons
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
LaLa
The Parsons section of Wilkes-Barre is soooo boring, scootering with the 5-pound Yorkie passes as excitement.
Her name is LaLa, short for Latte. Don't ask me, man. If it were my call to make, I would have named her something like Zombie Enormity. Uh, maybe not with these chickies always lurking all about.
Doesn't matter, though. This so-called "economic recovery" will be the death of us all soon enough.
Later
Her name is LaLa, short for Latte. Don't ask me, man. If it were my call to make, I would have named her something like Zombie Enormity. Uh, maybe not with these chickies always lurking all about.
Doesn't matter, though. This so-called "economic recovery" will be the death of us all soon enough.
Later
Monday, May 6, 2013
The Office?
There it is...the office.
Plenty of fresh air. Frigid air. Hot, hot air. And plenty of humidity.
Most importantly, very few people to deal with. Because, in case you hadn't noticed, most people just flat-out suck.
Later
Plenty of fresh air. Frigid air. Hot, hot air. And plenty of humidity.
Most importantly, very few people to deal with. Because, in case you hadn't noticed, most people just flat-out suck.
Later
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Background checks
You can’t make this sh*t up.
While “legal” asylum seekers gone obviously rogue and illegal kill innocent Americans at a marathon, I have to undergo an exhaustive FBI background check so as to access a local Fedrule facility filled with unimpressive paper pushers. Me, the Coughlin grad.
Yep, I was fingerprinted and then some at Wilkes-Barre police headquarters earlier today. And it cost me all of thirty bucks, which is refundable provided that the FBI doesn’t reject the fingerprints (something they often do, I‘m told).
So, the Russian government warned us about a couple of terrorists we could and did identify before we allowed them entry and put them on welfare, but the “Gang of Eight” in Congress wants us to believe that the haphazardly accelerated legalization of an estimated 11-33 million unidentified illegal aliens will somehow benefit us all.
The Coughlin grad spends two hours filling out the online proctologic exam, the Coughlin grad invests another hour in having himself fingerprinted, the Coughlin grad plunks down the necessary funds, but any Tom, Dick & Julio can walk right over the border, qualify for welfare, and all without proper identification.
Mention was made on WILK earlier today about a poll of Americans concerning their perceptions of the need for an armed revolution in this country. While I find that concept nearly impossible to pull off, I’m thinking we can still hold out hope for a military coup.
Please. Pretty please!
Seriously folks, this debt-laden train is fast going off the well-worn rails.
The Democrats do not care. The Republicans do not care. Our so-called president is a dimwitted poseur who does not seem to care. And the spidered special interests pulling the many legislative strings do not care.
Eat, drink, be merry and don’t be too shocked when the house of cards finally collapses.
As for me, I’ll stick to what the hapless leftist on WILK often belittles…sports.
Go Jints!
*Many thanks to our lovely model, Gorgo, for modeling the New York Football Giants bicycle helmet.
Stock up on canned goods, water and ammo.
Later
While “legal” asylum seekers gone obviously rogue and illegal kill innocent Americans at a marathon, I have to undergo an exhaustive FBI background check so as to access a local Fedrule facility filled with unimpressive paper pushers. Me, the Coughlin grad.
Yep, I was fingerprinted and then some at Wilkes-Barre police headquarters earlier today. And it cost me all of thirty bucks, which is refundable provided that the FBI doesn’t reject the fingerprints (something they often do, I‘m told).
So, the Russian government warned us about a couple of terrorists we could and did identify before we allowed them entry and put them on welfare, but the “Gang of Eight” in Congress wants us to believe that the haphazardly accelerated legalization of an estimated 11-33 million unidentified illegal aliens will somehow benefit us all.
The Coughlin grad spends two hours filling out the online proctologic exam, the Coughlin grad invests another hour in having himself fingerprinted, the Coughlin grad plunks down the necessary funds, but any Tom, Dick & Julio can walk right over the border, qualify for welfare, and all without proper identification.
Mention was made on WILK earlier today about a poll of Americans concerning their perceptions of the need for an armed revolution in this country. While I find that concept nearly impossible to pull off, I’m thinking we can still hold out hope for a military coup.
Please. Pretty please!
Seriously folks, this debt-laden train is fast going off the well-worn rails.
The Democrats do not care. The Republicans do not care. Our so-called president is a dimwitted poseur who does not seem to care. And the spidered special interests pulling the many legislative strings do not care.
Eat, drink, be merry and don’t be too shocked when the house of cards finally collapses.
As for me, I’ll stick to what the hapless leftist on WILK often belittles…sports.
Go Jints!
*Many thanks to our lovely model, Gorgo, for modeling the New York Football Giants bicycle helmet.
Stock up on canned goods, water and ammo.
Later
Monday, April 29, 2013
Busy as all get-out
I ain't gone t*ts-up just yet.
Rather, I've been very, very busy of late.
As for the recent shooting death on Reno Lane, I offer up the following from the Clash...
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement?
Or waiting on death row?
Later
Rather, I've been very, very busy of late.
As for the recent shooting death on Reno Lane, I offer up the following from the Clash...
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement?
Or waiting on death row?
Later
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Paddle 'til you puke
The Wyoming Valley Riverfest is scheduled for Friday, June 21 through Sunday, June 23.
For those of you who are card-carrying members of my clan, we will be paddling on Saturday, June 22. My usual paddling partner and muckraker extraordinaire is currently on the disabled list, but is very eager to partake of this event.
You can rent a boat at www.emo444.com.
As to why I have not been posting of late, take a look around you.
Our city, county, state and Fedrule budgets are a mess, with rising debt service payments gobbling up more and more of our dwindling revenues.
What’s the Fedrule black hole now? 17 trillion? Kiss it all goodbye, kiddies.
And with the country one economic shock from collapse, our fearless “leaders” are more concerned about guns, gays and inviting the population of Mexico to our rapidly expanding welfare roles.
North Korea can point missiles at our territories, but the Govmint is worried about our rifles.
Cigarettes smokers are vilified and unfairly taxed, but more and more of our elected buffoons are advocating the legalization of cannabis.
Our out-of-wedlock birth rates are soaring, and still those elected buffoons yammer on and on about curtailing entitlement “benefits.”
We cannot afford police officers, firemen or hot patch for our potholes, but we can afford to hand over billions to Syria. So much for sequestration.
On a local note, we can build expansive and lavish riverfront amenities, but we cannot afford the upkeep.
We invested $6 million in a structurally failed eyesore, and now we cannot afford to demolish it. Doesn’t matter, it’s going to fall over on it’s own.
Wilkes-Barre is home to two daily newspapers---a rarity--but the breaking news day-in and day-out concerns a towing contractor under investigation by it‘s employer, outside agencies and a ragtag group of citizens who apparently have a ton of free time on their hands.
We have three high schools that are falling apart before our very eyes, but, you know the tired drill…we need to spend more on education. It’s for the obese children.
We have more and more people “expressing themselves“---covering their bodies with garish-looking art, piercing themselves in the most ridiculous of ways and places---yet, they come off as wholly illiterate when they try but fail to express themselves on Facebook.
Why haven’t I been posting?
Seriously, what’s the point anymore?
Rome burns while the dingle berries in D.C. and parts in between fiddle. Your opinion does not matter to the people currently destroying our country and our way of life.
I received a second letter from my father and I‘ll be sending a response later today. Honestly, I never thought I would actually have a conversation with him, so this is the bonus round at this point in my mostly squandered life.
Later
For those of you who are card-carrying members of my clan, we will be paddling on Saturday, June 22. My usual paddling partner and muckraker extraordinaire is currently on the disabled list, but is very eager to partake of this event.
You can rent a boat at www.emo444.com.
As to why I have not been posting of late, take a look around you.
Our city, county, state and Fedrule budgets are a mess, with rising debt service payments gobbling up more and more of our dwindling revenues.
What’s the Fedrule black hole now? 17 trillion? Kiss it all goodbye, kiddies.
And with the country one economic shock from collapse, our fearless “leaders” are more concerned about guns, gays and inviting the population of Mexico to our rapidly expanding welfare roles.
North Korea can point missiles at our territories, but the Govmint is worried about our rifles.
Cigarettes smokers are vilified and unfairly taxed, but more and more of our elected buffoons are advocating the legalization of cannabis.
Our out-of-wedlock birth rates are soaring, and still those elected buffoons yammer on and on about curtailing entitlement “benefits.”
We cannot afford police officers, firemen or hot patch for our potholes, but we can afford to hand over billions to Syria. So much for sequestration.
On a local note, we can build expansive and lavish riverfront amenities, but we cannot afford the upkeep.
We invested $6 million in a structurally failed eyesore, and now we cannot afford to demolish it. Doesn’t matter, it’s going to fall over on it’s own.
Wilkes-Barre is home to two daily newspapers---a rarity--but the breaking news day-in and day-out concerns a towing contractor under investigation by it‘s employer, outside agencies and a ragtag group of citizens who apparently have a ton of free time on their hands.
We have three high schools that are falling apart before our very eyes, but, you know the tired drill…we need to spend more on education. It’s for the obese children.
We have more and more people “expressing themselves“---covering their bodies with garish-looking art, piercing themselves in the most ridiculous of ways and places---yet, they come off as wholly illiterate when they try but fail to express themselves on Facebook.
Why haven’t I been posting?
Seriously, what’s the point anymore?
Rome burns while the dingle berries in D.C. and parts in between fiddle. Your opinion does not matter to the people currently destroying our country and our way of life.
I received a second letter from my father and I‘ll be sending a response later today. Honestly, I never thought I would actually have a conversation with him, so this is the bonus round at this point in my mostly squandered life.
Later
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