ssǝɹddns ɹou ɹɐǝɟ ɹǝɥʇıǝu plnoʍ ʎʇǝıɔos ǝǝɹɟ ʎlnɹʇ ɐ ʇɐɥʇ ƃuıʇnɔolɯnɔɹıɔ suıɐʇuoɔ ǝʇıs sıɥʇ



Monday, September 24, 2012

Oblahblah That I Used To Know

Gotye parody.

Starts slow. Give it a chance.



Later

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Tevin Smith died earlier today

Sans the gridiron stuff, this one reminds me of the relationship I had with my brother Ray.

Funny, I didn't catch the name in the beginning, but I kept thinking that the chick in this video seemed very, very, very familiar to me.


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Never know when a role model just might appear out of thin air.

Later

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Video Flapdoodle

Still bitchin' after all these years...

I...Like...



Bitchin!

Later

Promised Land movie

I’m not sure how he does it, but KD never misses a frickin’ fracking thing.




The official trailer for 'Promised Land' starring Matt Damon, John Krasinski and Frances McDormand. A salesman for a natural gas company experiences life-changing events after arriving in a small town, where his corporation wants to tap into the
available resources.

For the full story read Deadline.com

Movies 14, here I come.

Later

Anything? Anything at all?

After a 14-hour workday that could best be described as long periods of solitude occasionally interrupted by customers, I had fully processed the following question I posed to myself: Is anything better off than it was four years ago?

Anything? Anything at all?

Perhaps someone can help me with this, but I’m of the opinion that nothing is better than four years ago. In fact, everything has gotten noticeably worse. And in most cases, much, much worse.

As far as leadership goes, we have a cadre of dubious Cook County goons legislating by way of executive fiat through the backdoor in the backroom.

Our feckless rock star of a “leader” who does not want to see David Letterman in the buff cannot be pried away from the golf course, celebrity-laden parties or the campaign trail. He is to hands-on leadership what swallowing glass is to digestive health. Not very presidential.

Our Carter-esque foreign policy is obviously a joke gone up in smoke and flames, with our enemies emboldened and our staunch allies having been thoroughly snubbed and rebuked at every turn. Malvinas? No, Barry. Try Falkland Islands.

Our energy policy amounts to no energy at all. Or if you will, no policy at all. A trip to the gas pumps has you filled with dread? No, Bush didn’t do that.

Between the Fed’s ineffectual monetary manipulation, a lack of a Fedrule budget for four years, the government’s previously unheard of entitlement outreach, and the so-called “stimulus” handouts to party apparatchiks, we’ve got record debts that are still growing by leaps and bounds and trillions with every passing second.

Still, despite record deficits, we're told it's mean and hateful to reduce a single line item on the non-existant budget.

And what did we get for our trillions in new debt? Truncated domes at every intersection. Rubber mats at the curb line.

There are so many Americans out of work, on most days it seems if I’m the only one not milling around somewhere in pursuit of illicit narcotics and taxpayer-provided cell phones.

Record food prices have become a problem for too many of those among us. Hell, if there was any money in it, you could classify food pantries as being a growth industry. Again, for too many, backyard gardening is no longer a hobby. It’s a necessity. Face it, we've become a nation of penny pinchers waiting for the dollar to collapse.

The one-time American Dream---home ownership---has all but turned into the American Nightmare.

Large and small businesses alike are under the repressive duress that excessive regulation has brought to them. Corporations are now vilified by the chastiser-in-chief. Meanwhile, employers from sea to sea are awaiting the ticking financial time bomb that is Oblahblahcare.

I fail to see how kowtowing to an avowed enemy that keeps striking at us puts any fear or begrudging respect into their blackened hearts. And I find it impeachable that a sitting president would render military support to those who would stone us to death for something as miniscule as wearing a bikini on a public beach.

Our military is being systematically gutted.

NASA has been reduced to a high-tech model rocketry club.

The Fedrule Govmint is far beyond broke. Our states are going broke. Our cities are broke. And our school districts are broke and broken.

And before I go on, know that I do not spend my workweek in a cubicle staring at pictures of my loved ones. I am on the road, and I can be in any of six different counties on any given workday.

In a word, the mood of the populace is glum bordering on broken. People are out-of-work, downsized, depressed, dispirited and shocked by the realization that their country has been hijacked by executive fiat and all but bankrupted in a fortnight by a know-it-all charlatan obviously not very big on American values, American traditions or America’s long proud identity.

So, with all of that typed, I turn it to you…

Is anything better off than it was four years ago?

Anything? Anything at all?

Later

Monday, September 17, 2012

"Friends"

I just reduced my Facebook imprint from 68 “friends” to 34.

Further electronic bloodletting will ensue.

Face it, folks, “social networking” is needless, mindless doddering replete with idiocy, illiteracy, pop icon salivating and political idolatry. Admit it. Move on.

Tell me I’m wrong, tweeter twits.

I deleted all of my blog friends because, quite frankly, their Facebook existence amounts to little more than links back to their blogs. As in, relentless, shameless self-promotion.

Back when my formative years were barely underway, the shrinks said I was hyperactive and that I had auto-hostility issues which needed to be overcome. As a result of that prodding and poking, I spent the remainder of my life pointing to the Good Mark moments whenever anyone sought to rehash the Bad Mark moments, which were of the fast and furious and ugly variety. In other words, I spent decades learning how to make nice. Bite your tongue. Keep your fists unclenched. All of that chick stuff that keeps one out of a cell block.

I’ve made like a good boy for quite a long while. Wifey is happy. She’s happy that I haven’t come home with blood sprinkled across torn shirts for a long, long time. She feels safe, and she likes to think that she has me encased in glass only to be unleashed in case of an emergency.

But, at this late date, I have to be true to what I know, I have to stop repressing the ingrained agressiveness no matter who might take issue with me and all of my many embedded scars.

Social networking is the modern day equivalent of inane crayon scribbling on the walls of bathroom stalls. It is the Smithsonian of wasteful pursuits. It is the new age replacement of what was once meaningful, face-to-face human interaction.

So, while the “real” world twits, tweets, texts, shouts, snarls and shares utter gibberish on Facebook---the new MySpace---I’ll be doing what I always do, hanging with people all over Luzerne County and parts of six others.

But since we’re no longer “friends,” you will no longer know about any of that.

Oh, well.

G’nite

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Fools and the Democrats who elect them

Arab Spring.

Another egregious mistake by Barry & Co. that will burn like a Haitian rubber necklace around the necks of America and it's allies until the fast-approaching conclusion of WWIII.



By the way, in case you missed it, all Russian ground and naval forces are currently disengaging from the Syrian port of Tartus in advance of the expected further Western military meddling, which could fast result in a regional conflict being that our asswipe-in-chief has made it blatantly obvious to the now-surrounded Israelis that if they really don't want to be vaporized by nuclear weapons, they have to wait until after his reelection to beg further for their continued existance.

I don't care what the polls say. The vast majority of Americans who bother to vote are not stupid enough to re-elect the biggest snake oil fool who ever hit the big time. Hopefully, we'll be able to vote him out of office before the Middle East turns into the war predicted in those ancient books of ancient date.

If not, I imagine we could get by by drinking rainwater and eating slugs after the dog food runs out.

Later