Understand how fooled you have been.
I read this book in junior high and was alarmed. Reading it again as an adult (?), I realized that one of our political parties had already been captured. In other words, our foreign enemies had become domestic foes. And the left-leaning dolts are cheering them on.
Read. Learn.
Learning is still legal.
Seriously?
Thank goodness this soccer bullspit is quickly winding down. Am I supposed to respect a sport that ejects players for making contact with his opponent? If someone with the mindset of a middle linebacker were to find his way onto a FIFA roster (whatever that stands for), the entire world would likely cry foul, take their balls and go home to Sh*tistan. Like I'd care.
Sorry effeminate types, but watching 300 people run around in circles ready to flop and cry foul if someone were to breathe on them is hard to take seriousy as a sport. But the only thing the majority of the world's countries can afford is a field, a ball and goats to serve as groundskeepers.
I can afford hockey skates, aluminum bats and all sorts of helmets. Plus, delivering violence to others of a similar breed is something I've enjoyed since I first started skating frozen ponds and playing tackle football on asphalt parking lots farther north than Pennsylvania.
Be honest for a nanosecond. I promise, it won't hurt.
Soccer blows.
Sez me.
I've got an endless closet parade if you want one.
Nah, I get it.
Leftist pussies are limited to dishing it out.
That's a word rarely used to describe myself.
Turns out, the Commonwealth of Taxsylvania has determined that I might be too "mature" to be trusted with a steering wheel. It's kind of annoying if you consider the fact that I have never, ever, not even once, looked at my phone while operating a motor vehicle. Yeah, I'm THAT guy. Call the "believe it or not" people.
Check this mailer that accompanied my license renewal.
Yeah! I suppose the defensive driving courses for CDL drivers I completed during my CDL years no longer matter for a driver older than most coal veins. Identify hazards before they become emergencies. That sort of stuff.
I got my license when I was 17-years-old, get this, fifty years ago. Man, time sure flies when you're drinking heavily.
And save for one incident in Monticello, New York, I have never scratched or dented any vehicle. The Monticello incident was the result of a trucking company wanting more and more from every driver every day. There does come that point where 500 miles, 18 hours of snowfall, and an added stop in the Catskills "on your way back" fom Rowayton, Connecticut makes stress coupled with fatigue a less than safe mix.
Mature?
Try experienced.
The starting point wasn't great and the waypoints weren't much better.
Thing is, life is nothing like professional boxing. You don't necessarily need a knockout or a technical knockout. You just need to outlast your opponent.
Me knows.
Come on down. Thanks to your/not my councilman, you already have my address.
Drivers...start...your...slots!
You'll get your ass kicked at this track. I've got more cars and more spare parts than our council members have relatives holding out for jobs. Throw in the armature modifications and lessons learned at Auto World's eight lane Watkins Glen layout. I have even built a car without gears. Yes, the back axle IS the armature.
You really don't want any of this.
But...the invite stands.
From Wilkes-Barre's Healing Field at Kirby park.
And we had the parade to the park.
