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Friday, July 31, 2020

The hole

Our $54,000 footers...never paid for, by the way.

the Holeplex?


And some that were previously dismantled...

Nosebleed seats...

W-B Dismantling Society

No magic a la Tony Brooks here...

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Blue Parade marches on

The Shotko incident...

That was fun.

Monday, July 20, 2020


The first thing I ran across early this morning?

The Mayor of New York City holding yet another press conference. No, not the effing virus again. A press conference concerning the dangers of the high temperatures predicted for a couple of days.

Man, what a bunch of pussies. This country needs to be put out of it's misery. Try as they may, the leftists aren't quite getting it done. Yet.

And what of Comrade Wolf? Will he issue another unilateral edict demanding all businesses be closed as a result? Oh, and don't forget your beloved mask. Stick it in the freezer for an hour and you're good to go distancing yourselves. When is that planet killer of an asteroid due? Supreme being knows, it's long overdue and much-needed.

I spied Mayor Brown's latest info video. Seamless and professionally done once again. So smooth, in fact, I got to wondering if the City owns a teleprompter. Or, perhaps, we have an executive cue card assistant.  Cheaper than a spokesperson, I suppose.

I'm thrilled to learn that city council voted against the proposed "Independent" police advisory committee, or whatever dumb moniker was affixed to it. This is exactly why you cannot elect very young people. Too distracted with being a social warrior. Too clingie with victimization groups.

In this case, why the Rainbow Coalition and why the NAACP? As police reviewing is concerned, these are unbiased groups? More fu*king useless tomfoolery where competent leadership is clearly called for.

Joe Coffay has my trust. He's gung-ho, hard-core and can be taken at his word. He's the chief of police, now allow him to do his job.

I'm gonna faint.

This heat is too much.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Blue lives matter more (to me)

Defend the police. 

 Defund the anti-police Generation Soros.

Note the canopy. Still miss it.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020


Field interview?

No, just a punk trying to flee.

Sunday, July 12, 2020


Poor, sad Joe. Yet another clueless leftie who mistakenly thought those continuous bong hits 
 would have no long-lasting effects.

Hamhead  gets 'im.

So we won't have to. Never do.

Thursday, July 9, 2020

'Hate Crime' wish list

Can we defund welfare by ten or twenty percent and use the resulting savings to increase the funding of our police departments? I sure hope so, but judging by what I'm seeing, I doubt that we have any elected folk still in possession of testicular matter.

How about any future construction of public housing be done in close proximity to but downwind of landfills?

And no more liquor stores in poor to moderate income neighborhoods?

Hate crimes all?

Wait for it. November whitelash!

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

No, not dynamite

I did my civic duty by contacting my state representative about this reprehensible Act 43. Seriously kiddies, we had one local fatality due to our new weapons grade fireworks. We've got half-sticks and fireballs big enough to bring down small aircraft. But, the state created yet another new revenue stream to waste, so who cares?

What my state rep doesn't know is that I did not forget about the compact disc he promised me at Gasstock, but I means to collect.  When it comes to tunage, I have collected beyond all belief. Always have, always will. And remember...if it ain't loud, it ain't worth a f*ck. Sez me.

Two teens drowned in the river last night. The rescue folks were on the water for quite a while looking here, there and seemingly everywhere. It always amazes me when kids get wasted doing the exact same things we did while growing up. When I think back on some of the adrenaline-soaked craziness I got away with, I realize I do not deserve to still be ruining the planet. Oh, well.

When I was 14, I told a cop named Benny to suck off. Damn near lost my right arm. I really wasn't f*cking with him, it's just that I had never before heard of jaywalking. Felt bad for my onlooking mom, though.

Good luck with reading this because I'm typing without a mask.

I want my, I want my T...N...T.


Sunday, July 5, 2020

Still got ten fingers?

Still got ten? on most days, you only need one.

I'm thankful that the reenactment of the Battle of Parsons in now behind us. If local history is not your forte, the 1807 attack on the Parsons Settlement camp by the Buttpoke Indians marked the premiere of the use of modern artillery by the U.S. Army. That's the way it's told by a local historian who sports a 70-foot, two-man kayak (sexist?). Anyway, no thanks to my neighbors, I can still hear. It'll be rapturous to have a quiet day post Act 43.

And, with that, the expected week-long Gamma Ray Storm of 2020 can commence.  100 degrees will be within reach all week long. Great week for cycling as the mere mortals retreat to the relative safety of their air conditioners. And to hear the enviro-commies rework the tired yarn, when you cool off you're actually overheating the planet. Shame on you. Better hope the governor doesn't find out.

That reminds me, go to Planet of the humans. Watch the entire movie which proves what a scam most of the leftist green push amounts to. As Flo & Eddie once put it, it's "illegal, immoral and fattening."

Speaking of the govenator--ole Mr. Unilateral, I do not want my fu*king police department defunded. Quite the opposite, I want my police department expanded and given longer, heavier batons. By the way,  I've got Coke, diet Coke and Instant coffee waiting here for the boys and girls in blue wandering through Zone 6. I'll send a facebook message. Look me up, man.

Since you are not required to obtain a permit for the purposes of protesting, our police department has to respond to flash mobs each and every time yet another feeble-minded protest swells up on the pages of facebook. We've had twelve such events lately. Happily, restraint ruled the day each time. No looting yet. Yet.

Oh yeah, if you identify a fireworks violator on a second offense, they will be charged with a misdemeanor and taken away. Call and identify.

In case you're wondering, gamma rays are the byproduct of collapsing stars. Real fireworks.


Friday, July 3, 2020

2900 miles west of Wilkes-Barre: #2

Hard as it is for me to believe, I have seven grandchildren. Much like their parents before them, somehow I've been blessed again, again and again. Since I do not believe in the teachings of the ancient scrolls, it's luck, I suppose.

All of which means someone as illusive as god has seven great-grandchildren. Again, luck, I suppose.