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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Work, work, work

Just another day at the mill..


Taken in Scranton.

Later

Saturday morning one-liners

Being that I’ve come to the realization that most of my life is behind me rather than ahead of me, I no longer give a sh*t about politics, local or otherwise. Besides, other than the growing legions of people currently raping the treasury, nobody else really gives a sh*t about the ongoing government overreach, waste, fraud and traitorous intention.

I figure I know how to start an armed revolution in this country. What we need to do is release an authentic-looking study which concludes that smart phones are accelerating global warming, or global change or whatever the carbon tax shysters are calling it of late. Yeah, is those twenty and thirty-somethings are led to believe that the powers that be are coming for their blessed phones, all hell would likely break loose.  Yeah, all of a sudden, we’d be getting a thundering roar of ‘no applicability.’

I’ve been noticing a pronounced uptick in abject discourtesy and a clear lack of civility coming from the self-impressed populace, and to be blunt, most of the under-40 folks I encounter remind me of myself when I was 15-years-old. And since I have an acute memory, trust me, this is not a fortuitous happening.

Since when are the laws of this formerly great nation cobbled together and announced by only one man? We need to get a handle on that.

Since this same man will not protect our sovereignty, our treasury , our culture, or our traditions, I think it’s time that we all pick a new destination we might eventually call home.

In a few days, Wifey and I will celebrate our 40th year as a couple. She’s certainly not the same girl I met at the Coal Street Park pool. Sadly, I AM still that 15-year-old boy she met while Eddie Day & TNT wailed.

Since I find myself surrounded on any given day by those who obviously escaped the Freak Show tent, those given to abject lawlessness and those too self-absorbed to resist making love to their sexy phones while they operate motor vehicles, the old auto-hostility issues are reemerging for Markie. In short, most of what passes as humanity these days need s a punch in the face. Sorry, but it’s become inarguable. You’re not safe from sexual assault at the local library?

Support your local police, folks. They are your very last line of defense. And, no, they should not be haranguing CDL drivers for the purposes of generating revenue, they should be out patrolling their municipalities. Do you hear me Avoca? Sugar Notch? Wright Township?

I would like to know if the Wilkes-Barre Taxpayers Association actually has a mission other than calling the elected slanderous names? Just curious.

If the state legislature really thinks that electronic cigarettes should be taxed, then the lot of them should face impeachment.

The U.S. seems to have only two remaining growth industries: government bureaucracy and tattooing. Meaning, we are both screwed and garish-looking.

Save for Sue Henry, I have abandoned WILK radio for 97.9X. If it were my call to make, the much-needed new lineup at WILK would be Sue, Fred, L.A. and Joe. Done!

Folks, it seems as if we’re well on our way to legalizing drugs all over the place. And some how, this passes as progress?

Guns, canned goods, water and ammo.

Later

Sunday, June 29, 2014

@ Mill Creek

There are two distinctly different ways to beat the heat.

Insert hoagie into pie hole and collapse in a lump by the air conditioner, or...

Ignore it!





Friday, June 27, 2014

2014 River-Feat: Good, bad & ugly.

I participated in the 2014 River-Fest event, by paddling some 15 miles from Harding to Wilkes-Barre.

After some figuring, we agreed that this was my 12th such foray into a massed paddling event. Still and all (trailer park speech), this would be the very first time that I would take a kayak out under my power. For my 10-year-old grandson, this would be his seventh consecutive launch. And for the first time, Jeremy joined us, despite his fear of sharks, alligators and sea monsters.

Yes, thanks to some marital combat emanating from within my tribe, a conniving sort pulled this stunt---without warning--whereby we would be forced to fit four men in a 3-man boat. Cute. I'm assuming she hoped this would scuttle our launch altogether.

Thanks to David Buck of Endless Mountain Outfitters, I was able to gain access to a 12-foot Pongo just as the paddlers at the water's edge were being briefed on all things river safety. Namely, wear your vest, wear your vest, and wear your vest.

Being up a few feet, the river was muddy, something that should not be confused with pollution. Yes, there was some acid-mine drainage in the usual spots, as is always the case here in the Wyoming Valley. But when in shallow water, the river bottom was very visible, a good sign for any recovering, free-flowing river. And as usual, there was plenty of wildlife to be gazed upon all along the river's banks.

Anyway, I'll keep this short...



Later

 

Friday, June 20, 2014

The 2014 Wyoming Valley River-Fest is underway

I'll see you fellow paddlers in the morning.

2004 (the monsoon year) below...with Gage Andrew.


Later

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Parsons Lions Club Memorial Day Parade


Neat little undertaking in our bedroom community...








 
 

R-Fest 2014

I'll see y'all out there...


U.S.S. DUDE
Above: The U.S.S. Dude, a retired Iowa-class battleship which displaces 29 ,000 tons and can cruise at 50 knots while fully loaded with paddlers, sports drinks, Nutri-Grain bars and bristling with armaments.

The U.S.S. Dude is on permanent display and can be toured at the Harleysville Boat Works north of Philadelphia. For details call Rear Admiral K.D. Williams at 1-800-DUDE.

Later
 

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Half-staff

Busy.

Pics, not words.


Have a wonderful cookout.

Bye

Monday, May 19, 2014

76 or bust!

If they can't or won't support Senate Bill 76, DO NOT vote for them.



Vote tomorrow!

Later

Monday, May 12, 2014

Flat-Earth this!!!

You know, before you go around accusing folks of believing that the Earth is flat, understand that we’ve been hearing this climate upheaval, snake oil routine since the 1970s. And know that we’re not all easily-led pussies like you.

When I was in college, they were pitching global cooling, some routine about a coming ice age.

That proved to be filth.

Not long after that, the new religion became Acid Rain. Oh, yeah, acid rain was destroying everything good and wholesome and life-sustaining.

That proved to be filth.

So as to command complete control of the masses, they then came up this with end-of-the-world gambit wherein holes in the ozone layer were promising to cook the Earth. Medium-well.

Filth.

Melting polar icecaps/flooded coastal cities.

Nice try. Filth.

Global warming?

Filth.

Climate change?

More filth.

Polar vortex?

Still more filth.

So…I’m a fu>kin’ dummy iffin’ I’m not buying the newly-constituted, apocalyptic snake oil? Says you? Really? You’re intent upon getting your face punched in?

Bring it, brainiacs!! I will punch your faces.

Flat-Earth this!!!

Later