Promises, promises

Need not forget those promises, promises and still more vapid promises.

The adults are back in charge

Just like the old, old days.  The copper dude chirps a warning so the neighbors can rush out and play musical jalopies. Then the parking enforcement guy (?) removes the temporary signs after the mean machine makes clean. Then he swings back around to dispense the parking citations. How exciting.

Just like the good old days before  that lackadaisical Tony George barely mailed it in. The adults are back in charge.

Better days ahead.

Virus Survival Belt

Can' get this at Scamazon...

Good for hurricanes, nuclear exchanges, even Democrat subterfuge

Retro?

Now they've gone and done it...

It's been so long since Wilkes-Barre residents have seen their streets cleaned, they may not recall what this sign means. Street cleaning, like remember when the guy delivered blocks of ice before they configured electric refrigerators. Or when another purveyor picked up your knives, sharpened them, and returned them.  How 'bout the dairy guy delivering dairy products to your porch each and every morning.

Yeah, you know, street cleaning. Like, with street sweepers. Those mechanized wonders that look like aged military vehicles that squared off with Godzilla not so long ago.

Yep. You have to move the car in the morning. Sumbitch! Who's bright idea was this?

Get some!

Sometimes they get what they thought they wanted. A scrum.

Awesome.

One...more...time: Policing is best left to police.

May 20, 2008 I penned something titled "Policing is best left to police" in response to crime watchers growing too, too completely big for their britches. It didn't go over too well with the watchers who purported to best know policing. Oh, well. Hate me? Take a number and get in line.

So the latest here in Hyphen City is the creation of a 'civilian advisory board for the police department'   

Yeah, why not put the looters in charge? Wasn't it annoying enough having our mayor and chief of police kneeling with protestors one provocation from full-blown rioters?

We need not some self-aggrandized community organizer just in from Bushwick telling our police veterans how to navigate a political minefield. No would-be Latino Angels needed, champ. Although, We do have some of Curtis Sliwa's Guardian Angels lurking about.

You got my vote already. I've put my complete trust in Wilkes-Barre's finest. But as we all now know, white boys are no longer allowed to speak unless in subserviant compliance.

It's called revenge. Revenge for sins committed before my grandfather was even thunk of.

Democrat riots matter

Well, the Democrats have unleashed their largest and most loyal voting bloc. You ought not vote against the commie hordes, got it? First they destroy the economy. Next comes the physical plant being destroyed.

So, you may ask: What else have they got in their underhanded bag of anti-American tricks? Don't axe me, bro. I'm an ethical sort.

No justice, no peace? How 'bout no peace, no section 8 voucher? Try homelessness, always a Democrat favorite. Now you know why the democrats wanted the gun sales to stop, they meant to protect their sure-to-be rampaging loyalists if and when one police officer went and did something unbelievably callous and stupid.

And now that they've all got new sneakers and a larger television, the feigned anger is sure to subside. The silly little white girls at the riots are not going to receive a participation trophy. This ain't Little League, this is Charles Manson on purple micro-dot.

As for myself, I laugh when morons bring on their own ass-kicking at the hands of the police. Pretty easy to avoid, if you ask me. That is, unless you're one of those Democrats operating on one chromosome too many or the Bolshevik playbook. Or, in this case, both.

Problem with me saying so?

F*ck off! Go to Sprawl-Mart armed with weapons and throw a protest.