july 30th, he's 77 and mean as hell.
meaner, if you ask Lucifer's opinion...
The father of lies wouldn't lie about that would he?
Friday, July 31, 2009
Happy Belated Birthday Dad!
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Stupid Democrat Tricks
I just found out about Professor Gates, Sgt Crowley Snit. I don't know what's worse. A supposedly educated man acting like a whiny street slag. Or our supposed President who -of course- comes down on whitey in public for daring to even challenge a black man ever, anywhere. Now he wants to 'have a beer' with both of them once he learned that whitey was supported by the Fraternal Order of Police. Second only to the National Education Association as kingmakers in the Democratic Party. His gaffe could conceivably result in a Democratic nominee other than himself in the 2012 election. If we could get him to say something unscripted about teachers...
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
sick as dogs
Me and the new puppy. we ate some turkey day before yesterday. I'm just hoping that puppy and I either respond to the immodium, or have a quick death. he hates it when I try to make him use the toilet. I can't bend over to clean the floor.
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My final word on Michael Jackson
Everyone. He's dead! You can't hurt his feelings, and you lessen yourselves in my eyes trying to.
He admittedly paid $30 Million dollars, rather than be pestered by a child molestation lawsuit. I personally had a problem with the prosecutor spending more time on TV, than in the courtroom. Nobody knows for sure if he's guilty. Both sides made sure of that. I also had a problem with the people who despite ample evidence of his eccentricities, still brought their kids to Neverland Ranch. I mean using your own kids as cannon fodder for a civil suit. That's really raw.
If the internet was composed of what Jack Webb referred to as "members of the human race", we could all just agree to let the guy go to his rest, and maybe enjoy his music when it played on the radio.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
TV unRealism
we got this guy wound up on cop shows....
and his friends!
You guys have got to stop watching TV! I mean if you stroke out, my fat lazy ass will have to come off disability to do your jobs.
I mean, it’s not like it’s going to get done by Hollywood.
Breathe, count to 10, and switch the set to Doctor Who.
…And I better not hear any grousing about him saving the known universe in 60 minutes, or “That’s not how you overamp a fibulating gonkulator”
c'mon kids, we're talking a medium that portrayed Mary Kay LeTourneau as a hapless victim and her 12 year old lover as a sex predator.
Or how about that splendid portrayal of Randy Weaver's kids wearing Nazi uniforms.
come to think about it, there's a snap somewhere that would blast my friends chances for public office. If one cropped out the leather-jacketed "Zeyons" and the two guys in Star Trek Shirts.
Some day we'll have to discuss the Jewish Nazi Fetish...........
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
My Favorite Knife
I have had some lovely knives come through my life. In fact I may still bludgeon to death the schoolyard bully, and his twin brother, who stole my first real knife 40 years ago. I have a pair of Applegate Fairbairn folders. I saw the original A-F in Soldier of Fortune magazine back in the 80's, and did not think I could part with $385.00 for a knife. After all, I had a perfectly good Stainless Steel US marked Military Scout knife with Camillus 1969 imprinted on the base of the main knife blade. I always looked askance at the Swiss Army Knives. After all, if you have four blades designed to cut, screwdrive, open bottles, open cans, and punch holes in leather, what more do you really need? I used to react to the corkscrew with hilarity. Later I'd carry a couple in my car when I drove pizza. Those Yuppies loved their corked wine. I'm more a Boones Farm Strawberry Hill man myself. And I was Johnny-on-the-spot with the bottle opener when non-twist-top beer caps came back. I broke the tip of the blade trying to remove a phillips screw. A philosopher by nature, I sharpened the blunt edge, and vowed not to make that mistake again.
I lost that knife, when my RV burned to the frame. A true companion since 1970 and the third grade. I had put it up in a utility drawer, as I didn't wish to lose it. I had taken to carrying a Swiss Army knife. And a cheap one-bladed folder for regular cutting work. I figured for the last ten years, I wouldn't cry over the loss of a knife costing five dollars or less. I sure wept when I lost that Camillus. I have one from 1985. It doesn't sport the easy opening peg on the screwdriver/bottle opener blade. I carry a Wenger Swiss Army that is the first of it's sort NOT to have a corkscrew. As I don't drink wine or have a pizza drving job anymore, I'd be hard pressed to even find a corkscrew in my kitchen. I still miss that knife, and unlike Dan'l Boone or Davy Crockett, I never even gave it a name.....
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Calling all old pharts!
My young friend Matt has provoked a thought with me!
Where were you during the 4th of July 1976?
I was a dewy, fresh-faced 14 year old young lad.
and despite a flag-worshipping ritual seemingly designed to do the exact opposite.
I still belived in....
One Nation!
Under God!
with Liberty!
and Justice!
for All
My last Girlfriend was born in 1971.
By the time she left elementary school,
that pesky ritual of gratitude for freedom was gone.
My fear is that in the next 4 years, that pesky freedom will be gone.
Why don't we just give up on this silly mass experiment in mob rule?
I mean the SciFi channel is rebranding itself SyFy.
What a concept!
just by shifting spelling you can take something away from the people at large,
and burn your own personal brand into it's most tender parts.
Abbie Hoffman tried to rebrand the United States into Amerika.
He failed. America was too big at the time.
It has gotten much smaller!
This time a free press, wanting to impose the three Orwellian principles upon the remainants of former greatness, combined with a slick advertizing campaign to promote a candidate slightly left of Joseph Stalin.
Since they won we really aren't The United States of America anymore.
we are.......
an Obama-Nation. -sound it out-
That should please the Muslims.
They've been calling us that for ages now.
Our Dear Leader is ALL about pleasing them.
Not much about pleasing us.
I'm sorry! I'm not drinking anymore, and I drank away better 4ths than this.
I've drank better FIFTHS!!!!
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