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.

The Wolf Economy

Wear your SCBA...

Anti-social as always

Mail-in Ballot?

Abso-fu*king-lutely not! The only info not requested on those forms are my favorite color and my bank account numbers. Talk about invasive!

You know damn well the compiled information from those forms will be misappropriated at the local level by one or both of the political parties. And then King Wolf will order us to shelter-in-place until after the democrats robo-call us to near death.

They'll be lucky if I even bother to vote in this banana republic where elections are there to be stolen by the left-leaning seditionists among us.

As to your Comment...

I regularly see my primary physician, a cardiologist, neurologist and a surgeon. And not a one of them have ordered me to hide, so go fu*k yourself; something we know leftists thoroughly enjoy.

And how predictable is it that when you disobey an edict from that side of the fence you are determined to be putting others at risk. Gee, didn't see that one coming. I have not, nor do I intend to wear a mask when it's blatantly obvious what I should be wearing on my head is a paper bag. Besides, the implied empathy and concern is beyond annoying. Stick to teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony, heyna?

As for PA's government doctor, if you haven't seen your penis in years, that means you're fat, not a woman. Exercise!

And voting?

There's only one choice. There's the leader who's out there having to deal with all of this. And there's a career politician hiding in his basement. You tell me, man.


A local note.

We replaced a no-show mayor with one who is looking me in the eye every time I spy Facebook. Mayor George Brown is keeping us informed and then some. He's available, no doubting that.

I like the council meetings being posted on YouTube, but it's difficult to follow who's speaking with the face masks in place.

And Councilman Brooks' city history being explored on video is must-see stuff. Please keep it coming.

Later.

Who put the pussies in charge?

I think we all know by now that it's complete sophistry of thought to think one could quarantine 330 million people. Excepting overzealous democrats, that is. They will bankrupt the entire country to gain control of the white house. End justifies the means, yes?

Here in Pennsylvania, our elected "leader,'  huffed and puffed and blew our entire economy down. It'll be interesting to watch how the loss of wage taxes affects the seemingly bottomless coffers. Good luck with that. Next time up, huff and puff that myrmidon governor back to his hidey-hole.

As for polluting the earth with cast-off personal protection equipment, I have yet to use any. See, not all of us are pussies. Most people will smoke, inject and snort anything put in front of them, but they now cry for masks when they need their nails done, or their testicles pierced.

And it's time to ignore the shutter rules ordered by ole huff 'n' puff in Harrisburg. If you wanna go, go for it. Do it. F*ck him and his all-inclusive freak show. Like it's not.

Thing is, this end of days routine has gotten as sad and laughable as it is foolish. Enough. Enough is enough. Enough with the pussies being in charge.

Buh-bye.