The Great Circular Sh*t Storm

Seriously, kiddies.

If you can't navigate a circle, it's time to consider chain-smoking with the pilot lights having been disengaged. Just saying.

Good luck.

Indigenous Flapdoodle

Time to lock the doors, close your eyes and drink very, very heavily.




Later

Zero Sum Budgeting

Let the games begin...

Wilkes-Barre is broken, busted and broke, but the neighbor needs a job

Enjoy

Election Day

First up: Wilkes-Barre Mayor?

Let's see. TL or mediocrity?

County Council? Incumbent my ball bearings.

Save for Brominski, go away.

Wilkes-Barre Area School District, otherwise known as the Wilkes-Barre Incumbent-Family  Job Placement Bureau...

And Bill....

Also went for Malloy for Magistrate.

Later

The Beauty of Roku

Recently, the ever-increasing and undeniably astronomical cost of cable and satellite television came up on The Sue Henry radio broadcast haunt.

I listened intently to caller after caller while figures approaching and exceeding $200 a month were mentioned. I was aghast. Horrified. And giggling inside. Here's why...

I used to pay one of those aforementioned, horrendously exorbitant figures for access to hundreds of television networks that I outright refused to watch. Sorry folks, but Bad Girls Club is little more than drunken out-of-control sluts on parade.

So, I called the satellite company, cancelled my service, and demanded that they send one of the illegal aliens on their payroll to remove their equipment. Then I traveled all the way to Boscov's to purchase a digital antenna priced at $14.99. Next came the $99 Roku 3.

These days, we have access to Netflix, Hulu and 23 broadcast channels on our television, channels we are receiving in digital picture and sound. Total monthly out-of-pocket hurt...$16.

In addition, we can rent from both Red Box and the Blockbuster catalogue without leaving the couch. Thanks to the Roku, we can add as much programming as we'd like, and very inexpensively. But, alas, I really, really like that figure I previously mentioned...$16 a month. 

Act, people!

Later

RiverFest 2015 Pics

Harding to Wilkes-Barre...

Ebon

The aforementioned graduate.

ESU, by the way.

Later

My new T

Don't like it?

No, I ain't going to act my own age anytime soon.

Bye

Primary

I had to go with George Brown for mayor.

Going against an organizer, a retiree and a chief of police hopeful, his resume, professionalism and personality won the day.

Never before was I compelled to vote for or against any prospective candidates for a magisterial spot, save for this time.

I did not vote for anyone, entrenched or otherwise, whereas the Wilkes-Barre Area School Board is concerned. My daughter earned her B.S. in Early Childhood Education a little over a week ago, I do not have a bag of cash to offer to any sitting school board blowhards, so she will educate elsewhere.

City Council-E: Bill Barrett, of course.

Statewide judge races...who???

And County Council?

I voted for Ed Brominski, however the hell he spells it. As for the rest of the hopefuls, collectively, as a tepid, inane group, they can go forth with their usual reverse-spizzerinctum.

Later

T-Jets

Many, many moons ago, my brother, Ray, and I got into a scrap with a couple of black guys.

When the scrum started, Ray and I were playing Wiffle-Ball, which, in my mind, is next to Godliness.

But one of the black guys, after being shouted and beaten down, yelled, "Boys play with toys," while limping away as he was commanded to do. I never forgot that limp-wristed parting shot, nor did it ever bother me in the least.

Yeah, "boys play with toys". Uh, well, it sure beats "boys" playing with handguns, illicit drugs and prison guards while being converted to Islam.

Toys?

I'm all good with that.

And?