Left to right: Avery, Zachary and Jeremy.
We were visited by 63 trick-er-treaters tonight.
Pretty good by today's standards. But sad when measured by any other remembrance-driven metrics.
Later
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sandy: Yawn!!!
Even though the folks with the million dollar radar arrays were trying to tell us that the Mayans were off by a few weeks, ain't no death and destruction anywhere near here. Go figure.
And here, being an obedient sheeple, I went and snagged all of those much-needed hurricane disaster supplies: newspaper, smokes, beer, hoddog buns and a used Outlaws CD.
Wifey's killer, 5-pound Yorkie was scared out of it's wits. Hiding in Yorkie Dome, it is. Well, then again, we're talking about a dog that fits neatly into my work boot and that just happens to be afraid of rabbits. And sudden noises. And sudden movements. Sunlight. Darkness. Uh, and it's own shadow.
And I'd like to personally thank the Mayor for that 9 P.M. curfew. Thanks entirely to him, there will be no hurricane bikeabout this time around the disaster bend.
Whoa! The lights are flickering. The wind is freaking howling. Ain't no room for Markie in Yorkie Dome (a converted cat toy).
All that's left now is to wait for Frank Sorick's post-disaster hooliganisms when the lights come back on.
G'nite
And here, being an obedient sheeple, I went and snagged all of those much-needed hurricane disaster supplies: newspaper, smokes, beer, hoddog buns and a used Outlaws CD.
Wifey's killer, 5-pound Yorkie was scared out of it's wits. Hiding in Yorkie Dome, it is. Well, then again, we're talking about a dog that fits neatly into my work boot and that just happens to be afraid of rabbits. And sudden noises. And sudden movements. Sunlight. Darkness. Uh, and it's own shadow.
And I'd like to personally thank the Mayor for that 9 P.M. curfew. Thanks entirely to him, there will be no hurricane bikeabout this time around the disaster bend.
Whoa! The lights are flickering. The wind is freaking howling. Ain't no room for Markie in Yorkie Dome (a converted cat toy).
All that's left now is to wait for Frank Sorick's post-disaster hooliganisms when the lights come back on.
G'nite
Sunday, October 28, 2012
We could be giants
So I went to the big Halloween bash last night.
Not exactly my desired cup of tea, playing dress-up and the like. Drinking and eating works for me, though. But my daughter Ebon did play along, and how could the spot-on Eli Manning get-up not win the best costume ribbon? Some people.
Although, judging by that picture, we're going to have to work on her release point.
If you were a giant, you could be a New York Giant, which would be a very powerful giant indeed.---Tom Chapin
Later
Not exactly my desired cup of tea, playing dress-up and the like. Drinking and eating works for me, though. But my daughter Ebon did play along, and how could the spot-on Eli Manning get-up not win the best costume ribbon? Some people.
Although, judging by that picture, we're going to have to work on her release point.
If you were a giant, you could be a New York Giant, which would be a very powerful giant indeed.---Tom Chapin
Later
2008 idiots
Hope and change!
Well, not during this term. Maybe next term. Maybe not at all.
Anyway...Forward!
Later
Well, not during this term. Maybe next term. Maybe not at all.
Anyway...Forward!
Later
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Sunday morning musings
The following snippet was culled from today’s Citizens’ Voice…
Well, I sure hate to sprinkle facts all over the well-worn claptrap, but if the mayor had not voluntarily decided to forego the pay increases he is entitled to, his current salary would be in excess of $96,000. "I think it's ridiculous," said Karen Ceppa-Hirko. "The mayor refuses to take pay cuts and cut people who are basically overpaid that work at city hall. There's a lot of people who make more money than they need to."
Nope.
No pay cut there.
Then we have this…
W-B is hit with fuel bill
WILKES-BARRE – The state Department of Revenue has slapped the city with a nearly $26,000 bill after investigators could not account for more than 67,000 gallons of fuel dispensed over a two-year period.
The probe, which was prompted by a Times Leader investigation in June, determined a total of 37,272 gallons of gasoline and 29,894 gallons of diesel missing from the city’s pumps at the Department of Public Works building from July 2010 to July 2012.The state says the fuel is unaccounted for. The Times Leader lists it as being missing. The activist/candidates have gone so far as to call the fuel “stolen.” And in print, no less.
Well, now that those employed by the city are documenting fuel usage, let’s just see if the documented usage roughly equates the undocumented usage in terms or bulk fuel purchases over that same two year timeframe.
Methinks it will.
A balanced, uh, a balanced…budget?
In Luzerne County?
$122.25M plan avoids a tax hike
Instead of Oblahblah or Romney, perhaps we should write in Robert and Lawton on election day.
From Larry Kudlow…
In a larger budget context, reporter Jeffrey H. Anderson uses a Treasury Department study to chronicle the 7-Eleven presidency. In fiscal year 2012, ending Sept. 30, the government spent nearly $11 for every $7 of revenues taken in. The exact figures are $2.5 trillion in tax revenues and $3.5 trillion in spending. In other words, it spent 44 percent more than it had coming in. Previous fiscal years look even worse: The government spent 56 percent more than revenues in fiscal year 2011 and 60 percent more in fiscal year 2010.All in all, according to Anderson, the government under the Obama administration received $6.8 trillion in taxes and spent $10.7 trillion — 56 percent more than it had available.
Not to single anyone out, but I love it when the local media types routinely chastise us “low information” commoners for escaping reality (politics) by way of reality television or professional sports while they spend an inordinate amount of time trolling away on Twitter and Facebook.
Yep. Time for the Fedrule Govmint to adopt the Lawton Doctrine. You know, sanity.
You tell me, man. They only pay me here to type.
Whatever.
Off to fantasy land, I am.
Later
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Thursday one-liners
After spying the Tarah Toohil “Pizza Party” thingamabob, I offer the following…
If I published even a partial recap of what I reaped upon society when I was eighteen-years-old, the lot of you would unite in electing Toohil our first woman pontiff up Vatican way.
No, no same-sex escapades, illegal substances or any of that usual leftist fare. Mostly drinking until one pukes, and then defiantly drinking more and more. Oh, and the auto-hostility stuff when engaged by the hordes of beer-muscled brave.
You know. Fun stuff.
Anyway, the Pizza Party is a non-starter in my spinning vortex of a mind.
Uh, not exactly shared sacrifice, is it?
More like an insult to our intelligence (some of us) and sensibilities.
So much for Coach Jim Harbaugh’s much-inferred claim that the New York Football Giants went on to win the Super Bowl that his San Francisco 49ers rightfully deserved to win.
So much for the smack-talking 49ers putting the Super Bowl champion Giants in their place last week.
So much for home-field advantage twice over.
Giants 26-49ers 3.
Pardon my broken Yiddish, but Harbaugh is a egomaniacal dick.
So, the flailing pretender-in-chief has abandoned the absurd Big Bird strategy and gone all in on the ridiculous “binder full of women” gambit.
Meanwhile, he steers far left of the binders full of trillions in debt, binders full of newly recruited, millions strong welfare queens and the binders full of naïve foreign policy blunders.
Binders?
The only thing binding this country is the incompetent pretender-in-chief.
I’ve read that black folks from all over the country are threatening via Twitter to riot when it becomes obvious that Baroke Oblahblah and that scrappy smart-ass from Scranton have lost the upcoming election.
In addition, Mitt Romney has received innumerable death threats via the sewer of the electronic age…Twitter.
Plus, there’s been numerous news reports of people having their vehicles and homes vandalized simply because they were proudly sporting Mitt Romney campaign paraphernalia.
So, we’ve got rampant vandalism and countless threats of violence as we march on towards election day.
Apparently, the patent on naked racism has expired.
Don't matter much to me. I'll be armed.
Buh-bye
If I published even a partial recap of what I reaped upon society when I was eighteen-years-old, the lot of you would unite in electing Toohil our first woman pontiff up Vatican way.
No, no same-sex escapades, illegal substances or any of that usual leftist fare. Mostly drinking until one pukes, and then defiantly drinking more and more. Oh, and the auto-hostility stuff when engaged by the hordes of beer-muscled brave.
You know. Fun stuff.
Anyway, the Pizza Party is a non-starter in my spinning vortex of a mind.
Uh, not exactly shared sacrifice, is it?
More like an insult to our intelligence (some of us) and sensibilities.
So much for Coach Jim Harbaugh’s much-inferred claim that the New York Football Giants went on to win the Super Bowl that his San Francisco 49ers rightfully deserved to win.
So much for the smack-talking 49ers putting the Super Bowl champion Giants in their place last week.
So much for home-field advantage twice over.
Giants 26-49ers 3.
Pardon my broken Yiddish, but Harbaugh is a egomaniacal dick.
So, the flailing pretender-in-chief has abandoned the absurd Big Bird strategy and gone all in on the ridiculous “binder full of women” gambit.
Meanwhile, he steers far left of the binders full of trillions in debt, binders full of newly recruited, millions strong welfare queens and the binders full of naïve foreign policy blunders.
Binders?
The only thing binding this country is the incompetent pretender-in-chief.
I’ve read that black folks from all over the country are threatening via Twitter to riot when it becomes obvious that Baroke Oblahblah and that scrappy smart-ass from Scranton have lost the upcoming election.
In addition, Mitt Romney has received innumerable death threats via the sewer of the electronic age…Twitter.
Plus, there’s been numerous news reports of people having their vehicles and homes vandalized simply because they were proudly sporting Mitt Romney campaign paraphernalia.
So, we’ve got rampant vandalism and countless threats of violence as we march on towards election day.
Apparently, the patent on naked racism has expired.
Don't matter much to me. I'll be armed.
Buh-bye
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
If we'd all been living in...
Much unlike the vast majority of the visibly distracted, easily-led fools around me, I am not married or engaged to a mobile electronic device. Imagine that.
Facebook, Twitter, texting and similar electronic tomfoolery is far, far beneath my level of sophistication and self-satisfaction, as is using an electronic application in lieu of decades of acquired smarts. And of late, being a member of the local blog-agensia has gotten stale.
For instance, most of the polibloggers in NEPA are lobbying very hard for a second term for Baroke Oblahblah. In other words, they are beckoning you to reward the abject failure of all know presidential failures.
Sorry, but I cannot feature self-serving dishonesty poised as enlightened commentary. On November the 7th, they’ll be telling you how the sky is going to fall just as soon as the opposite camp assumes control of the White House come January 2013.
Anyway, even though it’s been all-consuming to me for months, I’m done with trying to help expose the obvious inadequacies of the imposter-in-chief.
Done.
On a more local note, the activist crazies are sure to have the phlegm flying now that Mayor Tom Leighton has announced that tax and fee increases are about to become a part of Wilkes-Barre’s new reality.
Is it just me, or are the crime watch folks, the taxpayer association folks, the Wake Up Wilkes-Barre defamation folk and the Independent Gazette folks not the same half-dozen folks spewing the same incendiary and vitriolic messages over and over again while all the while pretending to be disassociated groups?
Isn’t that a tad dishonest? And why is it that the local press pretends not to notice? Deadlines, I suppose. And what better exclamation point could be added to a submitted news blurb than the ranting and raving of those armed with mean-spirited banalities?
The country is broke, the state is broke, but Mayor Tom Leighton should be tarred, feathered, drawn and quartered for having to adjust on the fly during what the economically pragmatic have repeatedly called an economic depression?
That’s utter poppycock.
And to those who would stupidly suggest that he should somehow be held responsible for demographic upheaval, an illegal invasion and seemingly accelerating societal decay, well, don’t ever allow your persistence coupled with high volume to be mistaken for brilliance.
There are many cities equating the size of this one with volunteer fire departments, privatized services and much lesser-staffed police departments. And I can guarantee you that those cities are not completing high-profile projects, overseeing the rejuvenation of a once shuttered downtown or in the midst of the planning for more aforementioned projects.
There are activists in most of our local municipalities. But only in Wilkes-Barre do the so-called activists (candidates) constantly tell all who could hear them or who could read their words that Wilkes-Barre has absolutely no redeeming qualities, no amenities, no attractions, and that all of it’s elected and appointed leaders are soon destined for the hoosegow.
Liars lie.
Our mayor first took office in 2004. The first signs of our comeback from insolvency and irrelevance began in 2006. And he’s been trying to stave of the paralyzing and polarizing effects of an economic depression ever since.
And if there is a actually a capable replacement among the half-dozen “activists” relentlessly sniping away at him from a half-dozen inter-related organizations, they have yet to rear their ugly fat head.
Sez me.
Them’s all I got.
Later
Facebook, Twitter, texting and similar electronic tomfoolery is far, far beneath my level of sophistication and self-satisfaction, as is using an electronic application in lieu of decades of acquired smarts. And of late, being a member of the local blog-agensia has gotten stale.
For instance, most of the polibloggers in NEPA are lobbying very hard for a second term for Baroke Oblahblah. In other words, they are beckoning you to reward the abject failure of all know presidential failures.
Sorry, but I cannot feature self-serving dishonesty poised as enlightened commentary. On November the 7th, they’ll be telling you how the sky is going to fall just as soon as the opposite camp assumes control of the White House come January 2013.
Anyway, even though it’s been all-consuming to me for months, I’m done with trying to help expose the obvious inadequacies of the imposter-in-chief.
Done.
On a more local note, the activist crazies are sure to have the phlegm flying now that Mayor Tom Leighton has announced that tax and fee increases are about to become a part of Wilkes-Barre’s new reality.
Is it just me, or are the crime watch folks, the taxpayer association folks, the Wake Up Wilkes-Barre defamation folk and the Independent Gazette folks not the same half-dozen folks spewing the same incendiary and vitriolic messages over and over again while all the while pretending to be disassociated groups?
Isn’t that a tad dishonest? And why is it that the local press pretends not to notice? Deadlines, I suppose. And what better exclamation point could be added to a submitted news blurb than the ranting and raving of those armed with mean-spirited banalities?
The country is broke, the state is broke, but Mayor Tom Leighton should be tarred, feathered, drawn and quartered for having to adjust on the fly during what the economically pragmatic have repeatedly called an economic depression?
That’s utter poppycock.
And to those who would stupidly suggest that he should somehow be held responsible for demographic upheaval, an illegal invasion and seemingly accelerating societal decay, well, don’t ever allow your persistence coupled with high volume to be mistaken for brilliance.
There are many cities equating the size of this one with volunteer fire departments, privatized services and much lesser-staffed police departments. And I can guarantee you that those cities are not completing high-profile projects, overseeing the rejuvenation of a once shuttered downtown or in the midst of the planning for more aforementioned projects.
There are activists in most of our local municipalities. But only in Wilkes-Barre do the so-called activists (candidates) constantly tell all who could hear them or who could read their words that Wilkes-Barre has absolutely no redeeming qualities, no amenities, no attractions, and that all of it’s elected and appointed leaders are soon destined for the hoosegow.
Liars lie.
Our mayor first took office in 2004. The first signs of our comeback from insolvency and irrelevance began in 2006. And he’s been trying to stave of the paralyzing and polarizing effects of an economic depression ever since.
And if there is a actually a capable replacement among the half-dozen “activists” relentlessly sniping away at him from a half-dozen inter-related organizations, they have yet to rear their ugly fat head.
Sez me.
Them’s all I got.
Later
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
War on Big Bird? The Adults are coming! The Adults are coming!
First we're told that we cannot properly educate our children without the addition of legions of new unionized teachers.
And then next we're told that our kids would be akin to feral kids hunting rats in trailer parks without Sesame Street.
Coal?
Oil? Affordable gasoline?
And then next we're told that our kids would be akin to feral kids hunting rats in trailer parks without Sesame Street.
Coal?
Oil? Affordable gasoline?
Who needs that silly Earth-sullying sh*t when you've got Solyndra?
Later
Monday, October 8, 2012
Monday one-liners
So, my beloved Atlanta Braves win 95 games, earn an invite to a 1-game playoff “series,” and just when they have the flood gates about to burst open the umpires call an infield fly rule on a ball hit to the outfield.
When did the NFL replacement refs make their way over to Major League Baseball.
Thanks to a slipping product, I’d don’t listen to near as much WILK talk radio as I used to.
The afternoon show has been replaced by 102.3 The Mountain. I still take in the Limbaugh show simply because he is always all over the latest. I miss Michael Savage’s scattershot musings. I wouldn’t think of missing Sue Henry of my own volition. And, while I absolutely love John Webster’s wit, his morning sidekick has made tuning in almost untenable while armed with her daily DNC talking points.
This morning she refereed to the folks comprising the blogosphere as “low information people.” This, of course, comes from someone desperately and frantically arguing for another disastrous Oblahblah term.
Consider the hyper-partisan source.
Somebody delivered a copy of the Wilkes-Barre Independent Gazette to our front porch.
After glancing at the roster of staff and writers, I fail to see how the word independent could be attached to said crew, but no biggie. While I would always read the thing cover-to-cover out of sheer curiosity, the issue I received was really lacking in content.
And if you want steady readers, you need content, content and content.
The latest DVD in the long-running, always suspenseful and grotesque Alien series hit’s the stores tomorrow…Prometheus.
Count me in.
Why will Baroke Oblahblah lose the election a little more than a month from now?
He can’t defend his lackluster record.
Try as he and his surrogates may, he can’t seem to vilify his opponent.
He can’t tell us what a second term might bring because he has no clue.
The folks that make the private sector hum want both him and his health care debacle repealed before further economic damage is done.
Finally, the average folks that are America agree that they never thought it could get this bad in this country. And while it all burns around them, he continues to fiddle, party, fund raise and play golf. Turns out, he’s the candidate that’s out of touch with the American public.
Oh, and you know you're getting there (old) when your grandson shows up with a cell phone.
Them’s all I got.
Later
When did the NFL replacement refs make their way over to Major League Baseball.
Thanks to a slipping product, I’d don’t listen to near as much WILK talk radio as I used to.
The afternoon show has been replaced by 102.3 The Mountain. I still take in the Limbaugh show simply because he is always all over the latest. I miss Michael Savage’s scattershot musings. I wouldn’t think of missing Sue Henry of my own volition. And, while I absolutely love John Webster’s wit, his morning sidekick has made tuning in almost untenable while armed with her daily DNC talking points.
This morning she refereed to the folks comprising the blogosphere as “low information people.” This, of course, comes from someone desperately and frantically arguing for another disastrous Oblahblah term.
Consider the hyper-partisan source.
Somebody delivered a copy of the Wilkes-Barre Independent Gazette to our front porch.
After glancing at the roster of staff and writers, I fail to see how the word independent could be attached to said crew, but no biggie. While I would always read the thing cover-to-cover out of sheer curiosity, the issue I received was really lacking in content.
And if you want steady readers, you need content, content and content.
The latest DVD in the long-running, always suspenseful and grotesque Alien series hit’s the stores tomorrow…Prometheus.
Count me in.
Why will Baroke Oblahblah lose the election a little more than a month from now?
He can’t defend his lackluster record.
Try as he and his surrogates may, he can’t seem to vilify his opponent.
He can’t tell us what a second term might bring because he has no clue.
The folks that make the private sector hum want both him and his health care debacle repealed before further economic damage is done.
Finally, the average folks that are America agree that they never thought it could get this bad in this country. And while it all burns around them, he continues to fiddle, party, fund raise and play golf. Turns out, he’s the candidate that’s out of touch with the American public.
Oh, and you know you're getting there (old) when your grandson shows up with a cell phone.
Them’s all I got.
Later
Sunday, October 7, 2012
From the email inbox
Tim Mullen...
Tim MullenIn our upside down world of politics, public servants have become the masters. Masters have become slaves. What was once regarded as patriotic, frugal, or fiscally sound is now regarded as radical or extreme. The clowns of my generation have given away the whole circus only to stick the tab on the young or so they think. Make no doubt about it, unless your time left on earth is short, we are all going to learn about loss, if you are not already being tutored. I have become too much of a Cynic to believe that things can be turned around and have begun to prepare for what lies ahead along with anyone that will listen to me.
Enter Aaron Kaufer an energetic young man, who introduced himself to me over a year ago that made his intentions clear that he was going to run for State Representative against incumbent Phyllis Mundy. Among other things, Aaron supports elimination of the archaic and unconstitutional property tax to fund schools. He believes in eliminating the extravagant pay and perks our so called servants now receive. Aaron understands that wealth cannot be conjured up out of thin air. His opponent, however well intentioned, has instilled dependency in those that receive, and at the same time created a disincentive for the givers that still produce.
Can Aaron make a difference in Harrisburg? My answer is probably not alone. I don't think that he or anyone can change the trajectory this county, state and especially this country is headed for. He and his generation deserve, and will have the chance to pick up the pieces and rebuild a strong foundation that this county, state, and country were once built upon. I encourage all voters, including the nearly 3,000 independent minded supporters of the 120th legislative district that stood by my side in the 2010 election, to consider a vote for Aaron this November 6th.
15XX West 8th St
Wyoming, Pa. 18644
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Monday one-liners
From CBS Sports.com…
For those of you who smartly bother to escape our increasingly insufferable collectivist reality, 26 games (weeks), 7435 points.
I’m the man.
So, the unemployment rate in NEPA is on the rise yet again, which just happens to the highest metro rate in the state.
The next time the Chamber folks get to slapping themselves on their hairy backs all over again while yammering on about all the jobs they’ve brought to our local industrial parks, know the following.
The Hanover, Crestwood, Valmont, Humboldt and McAdoo industrial parks employ untold tens of thousands of Hispanics.
And since their employers are basing their hiring primarily on tax incentives that accompany hiring minorities, the disadvantaged, the less fortunate or whatever some short-sighted, vote-pandering politico calls them---those jobs coming to the industrial parks mean little or nothing to the vast majority of us indigenous folks.
Facts is facts.
I find it excruciatingly flummoxing to find Barry Oblahblah within fighting distance of winning a second term.
Even though the seditious media has it’s collective prehensile mouth all over his member, it’s obvious, it’s documented that he is to incompetence what Charles Manson is to criminality. Face it, he's a self-impressed lightweight.
Questionable polling data and the treasonous media aside, I still say the know-it-all charlatan gets shown the door in a few short weeks. And I have based that on the fact that older folks vote in greater numbers and, right now, our older folks are absolutely horrified by the precipitous decline that this country has experienced while the charlatan-in-chief chastised them between thousands of rounds of golf.
And the younger voters---who came out in droves in support of their pop idol during the last presidential election--will fail him horribly this time.
The young?
Hell, they’ve got the sexy cell phones, data plans, the perfunctory bottled water, the bitchin’ shades, the tattoos, the freak-show-tent piercing, the garish-looking dyed hair, the feral children, health care ‘til their 26, the state-issued access cards and the state-issued unemployment cards.
They’ve become fat, happy, stupid, illiterate and totally detached from the reality that there really isn’t, nor should there be a free ride available to the able-bodied.
Tell me I’m wrong.
Finally, an all-day conference on blogging?
Must be me. It’s not rocket science. There are no apogees, perigees, escape velocities or hyper-velocity impact shielding involved.
Point…type. Done!
If nobody takes notice, make real nice with some other blogger who generates lots of hits.
End lesson.
Them's my thoughts.
Later
Harvey's Lakers won the Rainy Day Home Equity Championship by a score of 384.5 to 235.5 over London Rippers. Kris Medlen led the team in scoring in the championship round and Cole Hamels led the team in scoring for the season. Congrats once again to Harvey's Lakers on a terrific Fantasy Baseball Season. Hope to see you all next year!Yep. They talked me into giving fantasy baseball a go. Then I went and got me a championship on my very first try.
For those of you who smartly bother to escape our increasingly insufferable collectivist reality, 26 games (weeks), 7435 points.
I’m the man.
So, the unemployment rate in NEPA is on the rise yet again, which just happens to the highest metro rate in the state.
The next time the Chamber folks get to slapping themselves on their hairy backs all over again while yammering on about all the jobs they’ve brought to our local industrial parks, know the following.
The Hanover, Crestwood, Valmont, Humboldt and McAdoo industrial parks employ untold tens of thousands of Hispanics.
And since their employers are basing their hiring primarily on tax incentives that accompany hiring minorities, the disadvantaged, the less fortunate or whatever some short-sighted, vote-pandering politico calls them---those jobs coming to the industrial parks mean little or nothing to the vast majority of us indigenous folks.
Facts is facts.
I find it excruciatingly flummoxing to find Barry Oblahblah within fighting distance of winning a second term.
Even though the seditious media has it’s collective prehensile mouth all over his member, it’s obvious, it’s documented that he is to incompetence what Charles Manson is to criminality. Face it, he's a self-impressed lightweight.
Questionable polling data and the treasonous media aside, I still say the know-it-all charlatan gets shown the door in a few short weeks. And I have based that on the fact that older folks vote in greater numbers and, right now, our older folks are absolutely horrified by the precipitous decline that this country has experienced while the charlatan-in-chief chastised them between thousands of rounds of golf.
And the younger voters---who came out in droves in support of their pop idol during the last presidential election--will fail him horribly this time.
The young?
Hell, they’ve got the sexy cell phones, data plans, the perfunctory bottled water, the bitchin’ shades, the tattoos, the freak-show-tent piercing, the garish-looking dyed hair, the feral children, health care ‘til their 26, the state-issued access cards and the state-issued unemployment cards.
They’ve become fat, happy, stupid, illiterate and totally detached from the reality that there really isn’t, nor should there be a free ride available to the able-bodied.
Tell me I’m wrong.
Finally, an all-day conference on blogging?
Must be me. It’s not rocket science. There are no apogees, perigees, escape velocities or hyper-velocity impact shielding involved.
Point…type. Done!
If nobody takes notice, make real nice with some other blogger who generates lots of hits.
End lesson.
Them's my thoughts.
Later
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