MUSLIM TRUCK KILLER SORTA ANGERS ME
"Gérard Araud (born February 20, 1953) is the ambassador of France to the United States. Before that he was Permanent Representative to the United Nations, ..." on MSNBC (10 minutes ago) said several times that if the police were not busy protecting jews this would not have happenned.
i guess europe are a-holes.
this comment sorta cools my anger against the muslim truck killer.
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Saturday, July 9, 2016
JUST SAYIN' ABOUT THE DALLAS SHOOTING
wow the guy was angry and outraged. surprise, surprise.
(white) people i worked with threatened use of their guns if necessary or for revenge. one made his own bullets. another was a hunter who would drop down from a tree on to a deer and use a knife. these are ...ummm... civilized white men.
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wow the guy was angry and outraged. surprise, surprise.
(white) people i worked with threatened use of their guns if necessary or for revenge. one made his own bullets. another was a hunter who would drop down from a tree on to a deer and use a knife. these are ...ummm... civilized white men.
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Thursday, June 30, 2016
EVERYONE WINS
its a "milo minderbinder" world. isis sells the west oil. we give them arms in return. almost everyone profits. terrorism is a small price to pay for all the profits for everyone. isis can't ruin its reputation by being nice.
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its a "milo minderbinder" world. isis sells the west oil. we give them arms in return. almost everyone profits. terrorism is a small price to pay for all the profits for everyone. isis can't ruin its reputation by being nice.
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Thursday, June 16, 2016
OBAMA IN ORLANDO
marco rubio is with trump on this trip. he'd better be careful because it took christie years to remove the stigma of being with obama after hurricane sandy. republicans who seem to need a lot of comfort because they can't handle any problems run to democrats who are strong.
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marco rubio is with trump on this trip. he'd better be careful because it took christie years to remove the stigma of being with obama after hurricane sandy. republicans who seem to need a lot of comfort because they can't handle any problems run to democrats who are strong.
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Saturday, June 11, 2016
NITWIT TRUMP INVOKES POCOHONTAS
pocohontas and american indian women:
in history many american indian women have proven themselves superior to white christian men. sacawagea while nursing her newborn baby led the white christian lewis and clark expedition across our country. she had enough experience and knowledge (like ummmm... foreign policy experience) with the various tribes to provide safe passage across our continent for the expedition.
i'm doing my best to inform the ignorant trump supporters...............
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pocohontas and american indian women:
in history many american indian women have proven themselves superior to white christian men. sacawagea while nursing her newborn baby led the white christian lewis and clark expedition across our country. she had enough experience and knowledge (like ummmm... foreign policy experience) with the various tribes to provide safe passage across our continent for the expedition.
i'm doing my best to inform the ignorant trump supporters...............
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Friday, June 10, 2016
LAND OF THE FREE - HOME OF THE DRAFT DODGER
the same people who are always whining about regulation in business, banks, corporations, wall street, whatever are for regulation of your life, your wife's life, your children and friends lives.
cnbc right now is claiming hillary will bring down biotech. sounds like bs to me. cnbc is getting to be just another propaganda arm of the worst political forces in america - land of the free.
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the same people who are always whining about regulation in business, banks, corporations, wall street, whatever are for regulation of your life, your wife's life, your children and friends lives.
cnbc right now is claiming hillary will bring down biotech. sounds like bs to me. cnbc is getting to be just another propaganda arm of the worst political forces in america - land of the free.
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Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Monday, June 6, 2016
BERNIE, BERNIE, BERNIE
bernie will make brooklyn great again: he'll bring the dodgers back to brooklyn. rebuild ebbets field. encourage nathan's to make larger frankfurters. express buses from the port authority to coney island. replay the game where bobby thomson hit that short homerun at the polo grounds.
yea!
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bernie will make brooklyn great again: he'll bring the dodgers back to brooklyn. rebuild ebbets field. encourage nathan's to make larger frankfurters. express buses from the port authority to coney island. replay the game where bobby thomson hit that short homerun at the polo grounds.
yea!
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Friday, February 26, 2016
CHICKEN HEART - I REMEMBER IT WELL
the trump story as told in 1937 by arch obeler on the radio show, lights out. and edited today.
"I tell you that mass of flesh was donald trump ..the tissue of which for some reason is undergoing constant, rapid, accelerating growth. With every passing hour its growth is doubling. Do you know what that means? If it is now one block in size, within thirty hours that cannibal flesh will have increased in size to one square block to the thirtieth power. VOICE RISES. In thirty hours every inch of this whole city will be crushed under that moving flesh. Within sixty hours it will have covered the entire state. Within two weeks the entire United States. You ask for the National Guard. I say call out the entire army. Blast this thing off the earth.
If you want to hear the whole story, the MP3 is here:
https://archive.org/download/LightsOutoldTimeRadio..."
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the trump story as told in 1937 by arch obeler on the radio show, lights out. and edited today.
"I tell you that mass of flesh was donald trump ..the tissue of which for some reason is undergoing constant, rapid, accelerating growth. With every passing hour its growth is doubling. Do you know what that means? If it is now one block in size, within thirty hours that cannibal flesh will have increased in size to one square block to the thirtieth power. VOICE RISES. In thirty hours every inch of this whole city will be crushed under that moving flesh. Within sixty hours it will have covered the entire state. Within two weeks the entire United States. You ask for the National Guard. I say call out the entire army. Blast this thing off the earth.
If you want to hear the whole story, the MP3 is here:
https://archive.org/download/LightsOutoldTimeRadio..."
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016
DEFENSE DEPT. SAFETY SPECS
my boss sent me to a four hour intensive session on ammunition production safety specs. the teacher sent by some outrageously priced contractor came in late.
HOUR #1 HE told a few bizarre, bigoted (mainly black and jew) jokes, drank his coffee, ate his box of donuts, adjusted his 42" belt, looked for a blackboard, chalk, took attendance, asked for a projector, waited for installation of projector, searched for electrical outlet, waited for bulb to be replaced, informed us of a rabbi's bad behavior on his holiest day, and blackpeople eating watermelon, burped, went for a pee, loosened his pants, and called for a break.
HOUR #2 after our coffee break we got down to serious work. we introduced ourselves, distributed boilerplate worksheets and textual materials (perfect for our engineers and scientists). teacher actually picked up a piece of chalk and started making diagrams, squares, and circles on the board. he then inserted a graphic into the projector which to my surprise he knew how to work. trying to stay awake i drew a variety of pictures on my worksheet.
HOUR #3 very soon teacher began complaining about hunger pangs and as happy as a pig in shit about his great presentation sent us on our way early after distributing framed certificates with our names, official imprints and signatures for course completion, he asked for directions to the cafeteria and disappeared.
now fully prepared and anxious to start my project with new and exciting information of geometric figures on a pad i returned to the office enthusiastic to write up my first safety spec to keep our nation and defenses secure. this is why we're the greatest nation on earth. yea!
armed with my complete safety instructional cookbook, canned textbook answer sheet, boilerplate worksheet, automaton like defense dept. mentality conducive to a stepford person(or sparta, new jersey) mentality, and framed certificate certifying that i was an expert in determining ammunition safety with imprimatur, raised seal and appropriate signatures i reported to my bossman's office.
the bossman said, "you have a free hand. the ball is in your court. run with it. go, go, go."
"i will. i will. i will."
"for your first assignment you will prepare a safety specification for the xm34e1 flotation fragmentation mine, flashing, rotating, decorative, auto-loading, self-actuating, really expensive device. "
"yes, sir, i'm on my way."
DEFENSE DEPT. IN ACTION
i ran to my cubicle hung my official framed, signed, and sealed certificate assuring my competence in preparation of ammunition safety specifications like the looney tunes engineer in the next cubicle who had his phd diploma tacked to his wall ... ummm ...partition thing.
and started working to save our country and support our troops.
A WEEK LATER ------------------------
me: "here it is, bossman. a comprehensive compendium of all safety requirements for this item as required by the official textual and canned materials handed down from the all-wise command."
bm: "this is only one page, double spaced."
me: "yup, thats all thats necessary. its all in there."
bm: "beef it up. i'd like at least ten pages to show my great effort and my magnificent work in this area."
me: "i've incorporated all the necessary components and requirements. its all there. what else do you want? you're the boss."
bm: "no, you're the expert. we sent you to that expensive, intensive course with doctor jonas,phd, MD, and master of bs and gave you a framed, certified, imprimatur stamped certificate with gold leaf lettering. as i said, you have a free hand. do it. do it. do it."
me: "let me understand this. you say, i have a free hand and i'm the expert?"
bm: "yup."
me: "ok, i've got it, boss. its as good as done.? see you later."
FIVE YEARS LATER - AFTER ALL THE VALUABLE STUFF THEY TAUGHT ME
me: "well, today is my last day. i'm retiring. bye."
bm: " what a coincidence, today is my last day too. i'm getting a promotion and going to the command and getting a superior performance award for my exceptional and excellent leadership and supervisory ability. by the way, weren't you completing a safety specification?
me: "oh, remember? it was completed with your superior assistance. you've been such a great help."
bm "sure, i remember it well."
THE END
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DEFENSE DEPT, MANAGEMENT AT WORK FOR YOU:
its not how or where you jump, its how high you jump, and how fast you can sing and dance.
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my boss sent me to a four hour intensive session on ammunition production safety specs. the teacher sent by some outrageously priced contractor came in late.
HOUR #1 HE told a few bizarre, bigoted (mainly black and jew) jokes, drank his coffee, ate his box of donuts, adjusted his 42" belt, looked for a blackboard, chalk, took attendance, asked for a projector, waited for installation of projector, searched for electrical outlet, waited for bulb to be replaced, informed us of a rabbi's bad behavior on his holiest day, and blackpeople eating watermelon, burped, went for a pee, loosened his pants, and called for a break.
HOUR #2 after our coffee break we got down to serious work. we introduced ourselves, distributed boilerplate worksheets and textual materials (perfect for our engineers and scientists). teacher actually picked up a piece of chalk and started making diagrams, squares, and circles on the board. he then inserted a graphic into the projector which to my surprise he knew how to work. trying to stay awake i drew a variety of pictures on my worksheet.
HOUR #3 very soon teacher began complaining about hunger pangs and as happy as a pig in shit about his great presentation sent us on our way early after distributing framed certificates with our names, official imprints and signatures for course completion, he asked for directions to the cafeteria and disappeared.
now fully prepared and anxious to start my project with new and exciting information of geometric figures on a pad i returned to the office enthusiastic to write up my first safety spec to keep our nation and defenses secure. this is why we're the greatest nation on earth. yea!
armed with my complete safety instructional cookbook, canned textbook answer sheet, boilerplate worksheet, automaton like defense dept. mentality conducive to a stepford person(or sparta, new jersey) mentality, and framed certificate certifying that i was an expert in determining ammunition safety with imprimatur, raised seal and appropriate signatures i reported to my bossman's office.
the bossman said, "you have a free hand. the ball is in your court. run with it. go, go, go."
"i will. i will. i will."
"for your first assignment you will prepare a safety specification for the xm34e1 flotation fragmentation mine, flashing, rotating, decorative, auto-loading, self-actuating, really expensive device. "
"yes, sir, i'm on my way."
DEFENSE DEPT. IN ACTION
i ran to my cubicle hung my official framed, signed, and sealed certificate assuring my competence in preparation of ammunition safety specifications like the looney tunes engineer in the next cubicle who had his phd diploma tacked to his wall ... ummm ...partition thing.
and started working to save our country and support our troops.
A WEEK LATER ------------------------
me: "here it is, bossman. a comprehensive compendium of all safety requirements for this item as required by the official textual and canned materials handed down from the all-wise command."
bm: "this is only one page, double spaced."
me: "yup, thats all thats necessary. its all in there."
bm: "beef it up. i'd like at least ten pages to show my great effort and my magnificent work in this area."
me: "i've incorporated all the necessary components and requirements. its all there. what else do you want? you're the boss."
bm: "no, you're the expert. we sent you to that expensive, intensive course with doctor jonas,phd, MD, and master of bs and gave you a framed, certified, imprimatur stamped certificate with gold leaf lettering. as i said, you have a free hand. do it. do it. do it."
me: "let me understand this. you say, i have a free hand and i'm the expert?"
bm: "yup."
me: "ok, i've got it, boss. its as good as done.? see you later."
FIVE YEARS LATER - AFTER ALL THE VALUABLE STUFF THEY TAUGHT ME
me: "well, today is my last day. i'm retiring. bye."
bm: " what a coincidence, today is my last day too. i'm getting a promotion and going to the command and getting a superior performance award for my exceptional and excellent leadership and supervisory ability. by the way, weren't you completing a safety specification?
me: "oh, remember? it was completed with your superior assistance. you've been such a great help."
bm "sure, i remember it well."
THE END
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DEFENSE DEPT, MANAGEMENT AT WORK FOR YOU:
its not how or where you jump, its how high you jump, and how fast you can sing and dance.
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Monday, February 15, 2016
THE GREAT ELECTION 2016
jeb has some really annoying body language. have you noticed how he tosses his head like a skank at the officers' club? the vets in south carolina may find this arousing remembering their war experiences. these moves should win a lot of votes in south carolina. really - actually i can't remember #2 or #3 but they were irritating also.
he's tall which is a plus. the problem is his blood can't be pumped as high as his sorta' brain.
on the plus side the blue dyed grey haired ladies in south beach like him. hand holding rich people is a really good political characteristic for raising money and he's a nice boy.
his beloved bro. W is campaigning with him. i'm sure south carolina vets' children will gladly give up everything to protect him and the bush family and friends.
on the demo. side we have, bonnie and clyde barrow clinton, waiting in the wings.
like bob dole i may sleep late on election day.
jeb has some really annoying body language. have you noticed how he tosses his head like a skank at the officers' club? the vets in south carolina may find this arousing remembering their war experiences. these moves should win a lot of votes in south carolina. really - actually i can't remember #2 or #3 but they were irritating also.
he's tall which is a plus. the problem is his blood can't be pumped as high as his sorta' brain.
on the plus side the blue dyed grey haired ladies in south beach like him. hand holding rich people is a really good political characteristic for raising money and he's a nice boy.
his beloved bro. W is campaigning with him. i'm sure south carolina vets' children will gladly give up everything to protect him and the bush family and friends.
on the demo. side we have, bonnie and clyde barrow clinton, waiting in the wings.
like bob dole i may sleep late on election day.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
RETRO DON'S POST -HEALTHCARE
ASSORTED OBSERVATIONS
1. there are absolutely no life altering events: if you are a bastard going into an experience, you will come out a bastard at the end of the experience. perhaps for some wishful thinking if you think that in dickens' christmas carol, scrooge has changed after his dream experiences you are very (har, har, har) sadly mistaken. from what i saw people become even more self centered and selfish than they were before.
2. a person next door to me at the hospital died. every day an orderly took out a pail of stuff from that room. i worried about what it contained reminding me of, snowdon's secret in catch 22. after a few days the person died. some relatives and friends took it badly -lots of heart rending sobbing, crying, and grief. they had a brief service at the person's bedside. the room was cleaned and the next ill person was moved in. the world goes on.
3. at a rehab facility: a person and his relatives who make the most noise and demand the best service can get the best attention and perks. there's nothing better than having a feeling of entitlement. a patients' visitors seemed to think nothing of helping themselves to some of my (trivial) stuff like bottled water when i wasn't around. trivial but very annoying. the patient obviously pained one night told the staff they'll be fired in the morning. most of the staff present liked the idea. the next day the event appeared to be totally forgotten.
4. i salute most of the brave healthcare workers who put up with all the crap that many sick and helpless people can deliver. if the patients weren't so pathetic there would be a bounty on their heads.
5. feeling really terrible i asked the doctor to just have a gun loaded and put one shot in the right spot on my head. he replied that that treatment was not on his list of possible treatmens so he could not comply with my request. its interesting that we shoot horses and put cats and dogs away but people must suffer outrageous demeaning and painful procedures, "we saved your remaining meaningless and useless life at incredible cost".
ANOTHER EVENTFUL HOSPITAL STAY
crumpled up in a ball of pain and illness i entered the hospital as best i could. the first words you hear tell you they'll be right with you and you should have a seat. sitting there for an eternity of suffering someone calls your name. the processing interrogation gives you hope that help will be on the way. soon you wil hear the bugle of the cavalry riding in to save you..... toot,toot,toot.........
eventually you wind up in a bed in a gown with your butt end visible to all. not too bad considering that i was present when a theatre group in the dc area mooned the audience (so clever and talented). i never want to see another show by that stupid group again. i guess that was art. my butt is not art.
somehow i know not how i got through that day but the next day i was on oxycodone, rush limbaugh's favorite med, all day.
the highlight of my stay was when my throat closed up. i could still breathe - fortunate or unfortunate depending on your point of view. no food or fluid could be swallowed. somehow the procedure for entering my stomach was easy for the medical staff but not so easy for me. anyway all they had to do (a piece of cake) was run a tube up my nose, have it bend down into my throat and eventually into my stomach. nothing to it. unfortunately the remaining space in my throat was not large enough to accomodate the tube. i can assure you that jesus, mohammed, buddha, and moses together were totally useless. you can imagine whatever you want but the spirits are of no use to me. yup, my fault.
three fun attempts at placing the life saving death tube failed which only made the nurses angry at me. eventually an eent doctor ran a tube with light and viewer into my throat and found out there was not enough space for the tube. so smart. the staff was exonerated. they did their job. not their fault. the good news was that the part of my throat which was swollen was the best part of any that could swell. yea - so lucky - i may live - or not - depending.
after about three days with my throat closed w/o food or drink except for the slow drip of poisonous expensive substances going into my arm they managed to decrease the swelling so that i could eat and drink again. a very important essential characteristic for the maintenance of human life. its in a book.
every five minutes some nurse comes in and wants you to drop your pants. i have no idea as to why? to see my transplant scar; to squeeze my transplant; my personal attractiveness; to check my you-know-what; size matters; i'm adorable; to check the tube running into a urinal (since i couldn't move); whatever?
finally after about a week the horde of doctors, nurses, and king's men declared me cured even though it was not known what was wrong with me in the first place. unfortunately the cure although not killing me left me as weak as a one year old.
completely unaware as to how weak i had become i thought (heh, heh) i would bouce back in a day or two. of course this was a typical male overestimate of ability. a total mismatch of reality to actuality. having worked with engineers i know that many of them can't put a plug into an electrical outlet but are great authorities on the physical universe. yes, i'm guilty too except i can put a plug into an outlet most of the time.
more coming. excited?
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ASSORTED OBSERVATIONS
1. there are absolutely no life altering events: if you are a bastard going into an experience, you will come out a bastard at the end of the experience. perhaps for some wishful thinking if you think that in dickens' christmas carol, scrooge has changed after his dream experiences you are very (har, har, har) sadly mistaken. from what i saw people become even more self centered and selfish than they were before.
2. a person next door to me at the hospital died. every day an orderly took out a pail of stuff from that room. i worried about what it contained reminding me of, snowdon's secret in catch 22. after a few days the person died. some relatives and friends took it badly -lots of heart rending sobbing, crying, and grief. they had a brief service at the person's bedside. the room was cleaned and the next ill person was moved in. the world goes on.
3. at a rehab facility: a person and his relatives who make the most noise and demand the best service can get the best attention and perks. there's nothing better than having a feeling of entitlement. a patients' visitors seemed to think nothing of helping themselves to some of my (trivial) stuff like bottled water when i wasn't around. trivial but very annoying. the patient obviously pained one night told the staff they'll be fired in the morning. most of the staff present liked the idea. the next day the event appeared to be totally forgotten.
4. i salute most of the brave healthcare workers who put up with all the crap that many sick and helpless people can deliver. if the patients weren't so pathetic there would be a bounty on their heads.
5. feeling really terrible i asked the doctor to just have a gun loaded and put one shot in the right spot on my head. he replied that that treatment was not on his list of possible treatmens so he could not comply with my request. its interesting that we shoot horses and put cats and dogs away but people must suffer outrageous demeaning and painful procedures, "we saved your remaining meaningless and useless life at incredible cost".
ANOTHER EVENTFUL HOSPITAL STAY
crumpled up in a ball of pain and illness i entered the hospital as best i could. the first words you hear tell you they'll be right with you and you should have a seat. sitting there for an eternity of suffering someone calls your name. the processing interrogation gives you hope that help will be on the way. soon you wil hear the bugle of the cavalry riding in to save you..... toot,toot,toot.........
eventually you wind up in a bed in a gown with your butt end visible to all. not too bad considering that i was present when a theatre group in the dc area mooned the audience (so clever and talented). i never want to see another show by that stupid group again. i guess that was art. my butt is not art.
somehow i know not how i got through that day but the next day i was on oxycodone, rush limbaugh's favorite med, all day.
the highlight of my stay was when my throat closed up. i could still breathe - fortunate or unfortunate depending on your point of view. no food or fluid could be swallowed. somehow the procedure for entering my stomach was easy for the medical staff but not so easy for me. anyway all they had to do (a piece of cake) was run a tube up my nose, have it bend down into my throat and eventually into my stomach. nothing to it. unfortunately the remaining space in my throat was not large enough to accomodate the tube. i can assure you that jesus, mohammed, buddha, and moses together were totally useless. you can imagine whatever you want but the spirits are of no use to me. yup, my fault.
three fun attempts at placing the life saving death tube failed which only made the nurses angry at me. eventually an eent doctor ran a tube with light and viewer into my throat and found out there was not enough space for the tube. so smart. the staff was exonerated. they did their job. not their fault. the good news was that the part of my throat which was swollen was the best part of any that could swell. yea - so lucky - i may live - or not - depending.
after about three days with my throat closed w/o food or drink except for the slow drip of poisonous expensive substances going into my arm they managed to decrease the swelling so that i could eat and drink again. a very important essential characteristic for the maintenance of human life. its in a book.
every five minutes some nurse comes in and wants you to drop your pants. i have no idea as to why? to see my transplant scar; to squeeze my transplant; my personal attractiveness; to check my you-know-what; size matters; i'm adorable; to check the tube running into a urinal (since i couldn't move); whatever?
finally after about a week the horde of doctors, nurses, and king's men declared me cured even though it was not known what was wrong with me in the first place. unfortunately the cure although not killing me left me as weak as a one year old.
completely unaware as to how weak i had become i thought (heh, heh) i would bouce back in a day or two. of course this was a typical male overestimate of ability. a total mismatch of reality to actuality. having worked with engineers i know that many of them can't put a plug into an electrical outlet but are great authorities on the physical universe. yes, i'm guilty too except i can put a plug into an outlet most of the time.
more coming. excited?
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Sunday, January 31, 2016
TRUMP CAN WIN IT ALL
it is said that $10 billion will be spent by politicians on the next election cycle. clearly backers expect a big profit delivered from politicians on this investment. and who is expected to pay? guess....
i'm not a trump fan BUT although he is very flawed he's the only politician who will probably not be indicted or under investigation by our ... ummm ... honorable, honest, and impartial, sorta' justice system.
unfortunately we'll have to live with some crooks, liars, weasels. money grubbers, its unavoidable.
i can now see why trump can win everything.
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it is said that $10 billion will be spent by politicians on the next election cycle. clearly backers expect a big profit delivered from politicians on this investment. and who is expected to pay? guess....
i'm not a trump fan BUT although he is very flawed he's the only politician who will probably not be indicted or under investigation by our ... ummm ... honorable, honest, and impartial, sorta' justice system.
unfortunately we'll have to live with some crooks, liars, weasels. money grubbers, its unavoidable.
i can now see why trump can win everything.
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Tuesday, January 26, 2016
RETRO DON'S POST
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
DR. STEVE, U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. GENIUS
for thirty years dr. steve worked on the development of the door wedge. finally finding out that it was already invented he became an alcoholic and died in an officer's club restroom. in addition, he now was older and no longer attracted the skanks at the bar in a physical way. life was not worth continuing. visions of fame in the scientific community vanished. so sad.
his concept of the wedge developed over many years supported of course by tax payer money. in the beginning he tried bowling balls but found they rolled away from the door. the mathematics of his findings can be found in his technical report, NON-LINEAR FRICTION ANALYSIS.
later on he tried blocks of ice which melted and also slipped away from the door.
almost successful was the use of computer hard drives but the exposed circuitry scratched the floor.
INVENTOR OF THE WEDGE
finally coming up with a triangular shaped rubber device he was let down and depressed upon finding he was only 45,000 years late. so close. beaten out by a neanderthal man in a cave
his boss said that the U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. is always seeking new and innovative methods and he provides the environment for scientific inquiry and growth. he praised dr. steve for his harvard-like new england accent and for always carrying a manila folder around when not at his desk.
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
DR. STEVE, U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. GENIUS
for thirty years dr. steve worked on the development of the door wedge. finally finding out that it was already invented he became an alcoholic and died in an officer's club restroom. in addition, he now was older and no longer attracted the skanks at the bar in a physical way. life was not worth continuing. visions of fame in the scientific community vanished. so sad.
his concept of the wedge developed over many years supported of course by tax payer money. in the beginning he tried bowling balls but found they rolled away from the door. the mathematics of his findings can be found in his technical report, NON-LINEAR FRICTION ANALYSIS.
later on he tried blocks of ice which melted and also slipped away from the door.
almost successful was the use of computer hard drives but the exposed circuitry scratched the floor.
INVENTOR OF THE WEDGE
finally coming up with a triangular shaped rubber device he was let down and depressed upon finding he was only 45,000 years late. so close. beaten out by a neanderthal man in a cave
his boss said that the U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. is always seeking new and innovative methods and he provides the environment for scientific inquiry and growth. he praised dr. steve for his harvard-like new england accent and for always carrying a manila folder around when not at his desk.
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Friday, January 22, 2016
RETRO DON'S POST
and going brain dead
CORPORATIONS ARE PEOPLE
i must have slipped into an alternative universe, or my wardrobe sucked me into narnia or did i go through the looking glass. at any rate somehow the phrase corporations are people keeps pounding in my head. this is most bizarre and surreal. i wonder how this could have happened?
corporations are people...corporations are people...corporations are people...
i must have hit my head because this would be ridiculous. concussions and also old age cause delusions.
somehow in this time warp anomaly the supreme court must have had something to do with this and they did. y'know the supreme court is made up of old people and i wonder how reality based they are.
in this realm soylent green is people. i guess i may have gotten into the movie somehow.
sooooo, both corporations and soylent green are people. of course.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2016
RETRO POST:
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
its now two years since my doctor officially declared me dead. so i fired the doctor. science is so wonderful. y'know, bumble bees can't fly.
its not that there are not enough scientists and engineers in this country, its that there are too many of them. most of poor quality. separating the "wheat from the chafe" is difficult or impossible. having worked with such people in our defense dept. i can assure you that at least 5% of them are good. the rest of them should be working in mines or factories in some janitorial job. changing a light bulb is a challenge.
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Wednesday, July 4, 2012
its now two years since my doctor officially declared me dead. so i fired the doctor. science is so wonderful. y'know, bumble bees can't fly.
its not that there are not enough scientists and engineers in this country, its that there are too many of them. most of poor quality. separating the "wheat from the chafe" is difficult or impossible. having worked with such people in our defense dept. i can assure you that at least 5% of them are good. the rest of them should be working in mines or factories in some janitorial job. changing a light bulb is a challenge.
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Monday, January 18, 2016
JUST SAYIN'
just finished watching, "office space", the greatest movie of all time.
its about working in an office with idiots like most white collar workers do. oddly they don't seem to notice. its working in DOD. the bosses and managers and officers know less than a brick wall. they can give orders or take orders but can't actually do anything. viagra cannot fix their problem.
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YES EVEN AFTER LONG TIIME RETIREMENT I'M STILL STEAMING ABOUT DOD MANAGEMENT INCOMPETENCE
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Monday, December 27, 2010
WINTER WEIGHT ANALYSIS
(WITH APOLOGIES TO THE HARD WORKING AND COMPETENT PEOPLE IN THE U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. (WHO ARE SWALLOWED UP BY THE MEAT MACHINE AND INCOMPETENTS AMONG MANAGEMENT AND HUMAN RESOURCES)
using the latest U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. scientific, and mathematical techniques including multi-variable regurgitation, analysis of deviates, divergence of sputum induction, dr. professor meatball's theorem, and an embarassingly large amount of money for useless contractor salesmen we are investigating the cause of increased winter weight among executives, officers, and the skanks of the defense dept.
so far it appears that eating, drinking, and not getting off their fat asses is the major cause. talking, flirting, and hanging out in officer's clubs and the rest room does not burn body fat.
dr. professor bozo meatball, leader of this program and graduate of (ugh) new jersey colleges and universities has devised a complex statistical method using only your fingers and toes. he considers himself a genius with degrees: ms in oral activities, phd in bar hopping, ahole studies, and draft dodging.
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just finished watching, "office space", the greatest movie of all time.
its about working in an office with idiots like most white collar workers do. oddly they don't seem to notice. its working in DOD. the bosses and managers and officers know less than a brick wall. they can give orders or take orders but can't actually do anything. viagra cannot fix their problem.
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YES EVEN AFTER LONG TIIME RETIREMENT I'M STILL STEAMING ABOUT DOD MANAGEMENT INCOMPETENCE
RETRO DON'S POST
Monday, December 27, 2010
WINTER WEIGHT ANALYSIS
(WITH APOLOGIES TO THE HARD WORKING AND COMPETENT PEOPLE IN THE U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. (WHO ARE SWALLOWED UP BY THE MEAT MACHINE AND INCOMPETENTS AMONG MANAGEMENT AND HUMAN RESOURCES)
using the latest U. S. DEFENSE DEPT. scientific, and mathematical techniques including multi-variable regurgitation, analysis of deviates, divergence of sputum induction, dr. professor meatball's theorem, and an embarassingly large amount of money for useless contractor salesmen we are investigating the cause of increased winter weight among executives, officers, and the skanks of the defense dept.
so far it appears that eating, drinking, and not getting off their fat asses is the major cause. talking, flirting, and hanging out in officer's clubs and the rest room does not burn body fat.
dr. professor bozo meatball, leader of this program and graduate of (ugh) new jersey colleges and universities has devised a complex statistical method using only your fingers and toes. he considers himself a genius with degrees: ms in oral activities, phd in bar hopping, ahole studies, and draft dodging.
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Thursday, January 14, 2016
LIFE IMITATING ART
tonight's debate will partially be a recreation of "alice in wonderland":
donald trump as the mad hatter
ted cruz as the march hare
jeb bush as the dormouse
carly florina as alice
"Chapter 7: A Mad Tea-Party
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and the talking over its head. `Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; `only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.............’ "
life imitating fiction or vice versa.
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tonight's debate will partially be a recreation of "alice in wonderland":
donald trump as the mad hatter
ted cruz as the march hare
jeb bush as the dormouse
carly florina as alice
"Chapter 7: A Mad Tea-Party
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and the talking over its head. `Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; `only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.............’ "
life imitating fiction or vice versa.
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Tuesday, January 12, 2016
TRUMP NOT A CITIZEN
trump's eligibility is in doubt.
my investigation to date reveals that Power Girl (real name Kara Zor-L, cousin to superman,. native Kryptonian. Her origins have changed several times in continuity when the Multiverse was erased. Current alternate identity: Supergirl and mother of our donald trump born don-el. this proves that he is an alien and explains his super powers which he can attest to.
my investigators will continue to search for the truth as they did with president obama.
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trump's eligibility is in doubt.
my investigation to date reveals that Power Girl (real name Kara Zor-L, cousin to superman,. native Kryptonian. Her origins have changed several times in continuity when the Multiverse was erased. Current alternate identity: Supergirl and mother of our donald trump born don-el. this proves that he is an alien and explains his super powers which he can attest to.
my investigators will continue to search for the truth as they did with president obama.
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Monday, January 11, 2016
ON DONALD TRUMP
currently researching his background. discovered he is an alien from the planet krypton. his birth name was don-el, a relative of kal-el. will keep you informed as investigation continues.
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MOON ROCKS
i'm expected to believe that some guy who acquired a bunch of what they call college credits in geology because he wanted to avoid the draft for 'nam and because of his parents' profitable lawn service walks out on his lawn and among the gazillion varied and unique rocks he discerns that one popped off the moon. whoa, thats a leap of faith and a lot to digest.
my theory is (y'know what buffalo chips are?) that those ufos when they land (usually in nevada) empty their - ummmm -- you know - moon rocks and fly away.
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currently researching his background. discovered he is an alien from the planet krypton. his birth name was don-el, a relative of kal-el. will keep you informed as investigation continues.
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RETRO 2010
MOON ROCKS
i'm expected to believe that some guy who acquired a bunch of what they call college credits in geology because he wanted to avoid the draft for 'nam and because of his parents' profitable lawn service walks out on his lawn and among the gazillion varied and unique rocks he discerns that one popped off the moon. whoa, thats a leap of faith and a lot to digest.
my theory is (y'know what buffalo chips are?) that those ufos when they land (usually in nevada) empty their - ummmm -- you know - moon rocks and fly away.
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Sunday, January 10, 2016
JUST REALLY BORING STUFF
PARTIALLY REVISED - RETRO DON'S POST
ROLLING STONE, STORY:
Army Deploys Psy-Ops on U.S. Senators
By Michael Hastings
February 23, 2011 11:55 PM ET
"The U.S. Army illegally ordered a team of soldiers specializing in "psychological operations" to manipulate visiting American senators into providing more troops and funding for the war ........"
why is this a surprise? every nitwit in the defense dept. thinks he is saving and ruling the country. my wife's hair stylist (alcoholic) husband came into the salon one day and said the "gulf of tonkin" incident was not too important because he was not called to a meeting. amazingly, the self-importance of defense dept. personnel goes right down to the bottom.
right now i am controlling your mind by my thoughts; thinking, thinking ----- "meet me at the officer's club at 1800 hours".
see, you are now under my control.
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Posted by granpa don at 11:19 AM
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
just sayin':
the rko chester, right next to west farms square, where my bro' in law worked as an usher in the '40s was right under the el which does not enhance its image but it was a nice theater.
diagonally across the street was a ..mmmmm.. pizza place. mmmm... pizza.
one night while pizzaing with friends a young lady about my age about 16 sat down next to me at our booth and i didn't have the sense to walk her home. stupid is forever. poor me.
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Posted by granpa don at 9:00 AM
Monday, February 21, 2011
179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXX): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY
in the early '40s it was fairly safe for a tween to travel the subway system around nyc. i was only abused once very briefly (and walked away) on the subway system which scared me but here i am. perhaps - probably the guy moved to sussex county new jersey where he belongs and got a job in the human resources department at my defense intallation. who knows? DOD PLEASE NOTE just sayin'.
during high school, assignments requiring attendance at some of the nyc museums in manhattan was required . so i knew my way around nyc.
for my 13th birthday a great uncle gave me $20, probably the rough equivalent of at least $200 today. i went downtown and squandered this fortune in one day. i went to a penny arcade, took a tour of nbc studios, the museum of science and industry which was in the basement at 30 rock (which no one remembers but me), bought some luminous paint (musta been radioactive.), had lunch, and other stuff, returning home broke.
yes i should have turned this money over to my parents and never seen it again. they would have done the same things i did only without me.
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PARTIALLY REVISED - RETRO DON'S POST
ROLLING STONE, STORY:
Army Deploys Psy-Ops on U.S. Senators
By Michael Hastings
February 23, 2011 11:55 PM ET
"The U.S. Army illegally ordered a team of soldiers specializing in "psychological operations" to manipulate visiting American senators into providing more troops and funding for the war ........"
why is this a surprise? every nitwit in the defense dept. thinks he is saving and ruling the country. my wife's hair stylist (alcoholic) husband came into the salon one day and said the "gulf of tonkin" incident was not too important because he was not called to a meeting. amazingly, the self-importance of defense dept. personnel goes right down to the bottom.
right now i am controlling your mind by my thoughts; thinking, thinking ----- "meet me at the officer's club at 1800 hours".
see, you are now under my control.
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Posted by granpa don at 11:19 AM
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
just sayin':
the rko chester, right next to west farms square, where my bro' in law worked as an usher in the '40s was right under the el which does not enhance its image but it was a nice theater.
diagonally across the street was a ..mmmmm.. pizza place. mmmm... pizza.
one night while pizzaing with friends a young lady about my age about 16 sat down next to me at our booth and i didn't have the sense to walk her home. stupid is forever. poor me.
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Posted by granpa don at 9:00 AM
Monday, February 21, 2011
179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXX): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY
in the early '40s it was fairly safe for a tween to travel the subway system around nyc. i was only abused once very briefly (and walked away) on the subway system which scared me but here i am. perhaps - probably the guy moved to sussex county new jersey where he belongs and got a job in the human resources department at my defense intallation. who knows? DOD PLEASE NOTE just sayin'.
during high school, assignments requiring attendance at some of the nyc museums in manhattan was required . so i knew my way around nyc.
for my 13th birthday a great uncle gave me $20, probably the rough equivalent of at least $200 today. i went downtown and squandered this fortune in one day. i went to a penny arcade, took a tour of nbc studios, the museum of science and industry which was in the basement at 30 rock (which no one remembers but me), bought some luminous paint (musta been radioactive.), had lunch, and other stuff, returning home broke.
yes i should have turned this money over to my parents and never seen it again. they would have done the same things i did only without me.
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Saturday, January 9, 2016
RETRO DON'S POST
Friday, February 25, 2011
179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXI): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY
(continued)
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT, AMERICAN STYLE -----
with many ex-gis home after the bastardgerman warii, it was inevitable that our guys would initially be hanging out at the corner candy store with nothing much to do. one day a police car rolled up and caught some of them red handed pitching pennies. they were cited or something and will go the rest of their lives with this stain on their record.
some other major crimes at the time; like the time i had to appear in court for ball playing at the beach and the time me and artie were picked up for talking to each other in the street. they let us go after driving us a few streets away. i'm sure that artie's telling them of our right of assembly under the constitution of the united states had a big influence on them.
THANKS TO THE EVER VIGILANT NEW YORK CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT A MAJOR CRIME WAVE WAS AVERTED.
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Friday, January 8, 2016
RETRO DON'S POST - ON FISHING
FROM: 179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXIII): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY
FISHING (UGH)
my dad loved fishing. on his one day off, most of the time he went on boats to long island sound. fortunately for me, he rarely took me along. he awoke me early-early in the morning. (groan). first we would pick up some great coffee and sandwiches (the best part) from his store. then usually we would go over to westchester avenue (near the el) where the bronx river widened out to enter the sound and board one of the fishing boats moored there. twice we went out to long island via lirr (early, early, early in the morning).
i know its me not you. i find fishing boring and tedious. exposure to water, the elements, the uncertainties of waterways, and the motion of the boat do less than nothing for me. tying hooks, cutting up worms or other bait and skewering it is gross. sorry dad, i just can't hack it. you're the man!
on one occasion i reeled in the day's prize fish. my dad split the prize money with a friend we were with. i'm still waiting for my share. who holds a grudge?
fishing sucks.
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FROM: 179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXIII): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY
FISHING (UGH)
my dad loved fishing. on his one day off, most of the time he went on boats to long island sound. fortunately for me, he rarely took me along. he awoke me early-early in the morning. (groan). first we would pick up some great coffee and sandwiches (the best part) from his store. then usually we would go over to westchester avenue (near the el) where the bronx river widened out to enter the sound and board one of the fishing boats moored there. twice we went out to long island via lirr (early, early, early in the morning).
i know its me not you. i find fishing boring and tedious. exposure to water, the elements, the uncertainties of waterways, and the motion of the boat do less than nothing for me. tying hooks, cutting up worms or other bait and skewering it is gross. sorry dad, i just can't hack it. you're the man!
on one occasion i reeled in the day's prize fish. my dad split the prize money with a friend we were with. i'm still waiting for my share. who holds a grudge?
fishing sucks.
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Monday, January 4, 2016
RETRO DON'S POST
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
ON PENSIONS, BUSINESSMEN, CABBAGES, AND KINGS.
-"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings."
in retrospect my guaranteed pension was the pot-o-gold at the end of the rainbow. the carrot at the end of the stick. if it were not there, working with nitwit scientists, engineers, and secretarial skanks (in a new jersey defense dept. installation) would have been immeasureably more difficult than it was.
in addition if the govt. had paid the actual interest rate on the pension funds there would be no problems. if in some states like .. umm .. new jersey the politicians had made their obligated contributions there would be no problem.
meanwhile, business men waiting for their next victim to step into their business web while watching fox news are feeling sorry for themselves imagining that they are working. they're upset over these pensions as they balance their two sets of books waiting for their homestead rebates. i have two words for them: ---- ---.
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RETRO DON'S POST 2012
today's fictitious item is dedicated to a DOD co-worker and his friend:
LIGHTS UP
Co-worker: my good friend fell down a flight of stairs and died .... sob, sob, whimper.
Me: thats so sad. how did that happen?
C: he was at a party and had a few drinks and stuff. he stepped outside to get some fresh air when it happened.
M: so he was drunk?
C: he also had some recreational drugs. very little.
M: just a few drinks and drugs?
C: we both got our phd's at the same time. he was so smart.
M: sooooo, he was very smart and was drinking and taking drugs and staggered outside for some fresh air and fell down a flight of stairs and died and thats why i should feel sorry for him and you.
C: he was just having fun .... whimper, sob, whine, whine, whine.
M: apparently he was not smart enough. i guess they'll give phds to anyone. all you have to do is pay them money and sit on your butt through hundreds of class hours. these things happen when you drink and take drugs. i guess you can make a (faux) silk purse from a sow's ear as they say. suck it up.
C: whine, whine, whine, whimper, ..................................................
LIGHTS DOWN
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Saturday, January 2, 2016
AMERICA CAN BE GREAT AGAIN
sorta patriotic bent today.
RETRO DON'S POST 2012
can't wait for the tea party to take over. i clearly remember the good old days when we didn't need money, mainly because we had no money.
dusty unpaved roads were so much fun to travel. passing hooverville towns were always interesting to view as your model T, rolled by.
when the tea party takes over it will cost you a nickel each for a subway trip, a phone call, two rolls, and a cup of coffee - yea.
in the good old days health care was free. you went over to fordham hospital and died. simple and easy.
we don't need any stinkin' signal lights, schools, or fire depts. volunteers can take care of everything just don't count on me. i don't volunteer for anything unless it involves water skiing.
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sorta patriotic bent today.
RETRO DON'S POST 2012
can't wait for the tea party to take over. i clearly remember the good old days when we didn't need money, mainly because we had no money.
dusty unpaved roads were so much fun to travel. passing hooverville towns were always interesting to view as your model T, rolled by.
when the tea party takes over it will cost you a nickel each for a subway trip, a phone call, two rolls, and a cup of coffee - yea.
in the good old days health care was free. you went over to fordham hospital and died. simple and easy.
we don't need any stinkin' signal lights, schools, or fire depts. volunteers can take care of everything just don't count on me. i don't volunteer for anything unless it involves water skiing.
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Thursday, December 31, 2015
ITS BREAKUP NIGHT
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BREAKUP NIGHT
it is said that this night is the most popular night of the year to breakup a relationship. of course it is a bad night to have a relationship breakup. the winter is just beginning, its cold, icy, snowy, and there are few daylight hours for the next couple of months. and yet more couples split or start splitting on this night.
why do i mention this? because it is an important college ritual.
for me it was the start of the end of two college dating relationships i had. one was when my date wound up sitting on my friend raymond's lap and she didn't understand why i was angry. the other was when another date on another new year's eve date was real happy when a married guy with wife present sorta' grabbed her and kissed her. i guess that they were flirting and i didn't need any additional problems in my life. both relationships went down the toilet soon after.
walking home alone (free, free, free at last) on a dump night a week later i felt elated in the very cold, clear january night with brilliant stars in the sky and the exhilarating cold air in my lungs i was really happy to be by myself with not a care in the world.
am i going to wish you a happy new year? no, you may have whatever kind of year you want. you're on your own.
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NEW YEARS EVE: WHAT IS IT AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?
fortunately i'll go to sleep tonight around 8 pm. no longer am i obligated to attend mind deadening parties dying slowly in my chair with other married zombies losing IQ points and brain cells and hearing quantities of old wives tales and other misinformation.
haven't figured out what we're supposed to be celebrating on new year's eve: the end of another disastrous year; the beginning of a new disastrous year; that we are still alive for no reason at all; that when we subtract our birth year we are a year older; that your unemployment benefits have run out; that we are with friends who would sell you out for a cold potato.
for young people there are other new years eve events: its a good night for breakups; for a more ...ummm... physical relationship; for a less physical relationship; looking forward to college graduation and the end of your good life.
and my favorite - for the media and financial news for next year; continue making up your own facts; telling lies repeatedly for lesser intellects to believe; distorting events for kickbacks and payoffs.
and for small business: continue not paying collected sales or other taxes; may next year be the end of paying anything for hired help. they should be happy for the rainbow.
lets hope we can accomplish all we desire.
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BREAKUP NIGHT
it is said that this night is the most popular night of the year to breakup a relationship. of course it is a bad night to have a relationship breakup. the winter is just beginning, its cold, icy, snowy, and there are few daylight hours for the next couple of months. and yet more couples split or start splitting on this night.
why do i mention this? because it is an important college ritual.
for me it was the start of the end of two college dating relationships i had. one was when my date wound up sitting on my friend raymond's lap and she didn't understand why i was angry. the other was when another date on another new year's eve date was real happy when a married guy with wife present sorta' grabbed her and kissed her. i guess that they were flirting and i didn't need any additional problems in my life. both relationships went down the toilet soon after.
walking home alone (free, free, free at last) on a dump night a week later i felt elated in the very cold, clear january night with brilliant stars in the sky and the exhilarating cold air in my lungs i was really happy to be by myself with not a care in the world.
am i going to wish you a happy new year? no, you may have whatever kind of year you want. you're on your own.
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NEW YEARS EVE: WHAT IS IT AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?
fortunately i'll go to sleep tonight around 8 pm. no longer am i obligated to attend mind deadening parties dying slowly in my chair with other married zombies losing IQ points and brain cells and hearing quantities of old wives tales and other misinformation.
haven't figured out what we're supposed to be celebrating on new year's eve: the end of another disastrous year; the beginning of a new disastrous year; that we are still alive for no reason at all; that when we subtract our birth year we are a year older; that your unemployment benefits have run out; that we are with friends who would sell you out for a cold potato.
for young people there are other new years eve events: its a good night for breakups; for a more ...ummm... physical relationship; for a less physical relationship; looking forward to college graduation and the end of your good life.
and my favorite - for the media and financial news for next year; continue making up your own facts; telling lies repeatedly for lesser intellects to believe; distorting events for kickbacks and payoffs.
and for small business: continue not paying collected sales or other taxes; may next year be the end of paying anything for hired help. they should be happy for the rainbow.
lets hope we can accomplish all we desire.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2015
YES - BIG LOSER FOR PREZ.
sure looking forward for trump the loser being president. attacking hillary, bill, christie, new hampshire leader and its publisher is reminiscent of wwii germany attacking the u.s.a,. russia, england and others and then being surprised when they lost only a crazy guy and followers would do it..
actually he's a nyc street kid and should be treated as such.
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sure looking forward for trump the loser being president. attacking hillary, bill, christie, new hampshire leader and its publisher is reminiscent of wwii germany attacking the u.s.a,. russia, england and others and then being surprised when they lost only a crazy guy and followers would do it..
actually he's a nyc street kid and should be treated as such.
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Saturday, December 26, 2015
RETRO DON'S POST
PET CAT FOUND
they found my grand daughter's cat in a shed behind a house up the street after four days. he apparently hadn't eaten anything. up to now, food has magically appeared in a clean, neat dish. he probably never thought that he should or could find or catch food -- huh?.
where was the food? where is my dish? i know it will show up. it always has. i don't know what's wrong. ooooh, there's a disgusting mouse that just ran by. isn't that bird pretty. where is my food? i don't need them. i can make it on my own even if its a little chilly except i don't know where my food is.
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PET CAT FOUND
they found my grand daughter's cat in a shed behind a house up the street after four days. he apparently hadn't eaten anything. up to now, food has magically appeared in a clean, neat dish. he probably never thought that he should or could find or catch food -- huh?.
where was the food? where is my dish? i know it will show up. it always has. i don't know what's wrong. ooooh, there's a disgusting mouse that just ran by. isn't that bird pretty. where is my food? i don't need them. i can make it on my own even if its a little chilly except i don't know where my food is.
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Thursday, December 24, 2015
REALLY GETTING TIRED OF THE LATEST NEW COMPUTERS AND LAPTOPS
every few minutes they try to sell you something.
"this is hal your laptop. i'm here to help you today.
you can purchase this handy salad flipper for only ......."
yes we can make america great again by restoring privacy and kicking out all hucksters both human and robotic. republican presidential contenders first.
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Friday, December 24, 2010
XMAS AND XMAS EVE
tonight (i guess) is the night baby jesus flies up your chimney to heaven. no, i think that's later. for some obscure reason children are showered with gifts tomorrow to celebrate this occasion. their parents who have toiled and sweated all year long to pay for these brats' presents will tell their undeserving spawn that they were delivered by a messenger of god. they will get a lot of masochistic satisfaction as their progeny are contemptuous of the whole event.
tomorrow afternoon will be the big final celebration dinner filled with alcoholic beverages, salty, fatty, and sweet foods. the then fulfilled parents, like salmon at the end of their run, will grab their chests, and fall head first into the dessert.
have a happy parturition, procreation, fertility day.
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the xmas story seems to revolve around a couple named mary and joseph in bethlehem in territory that has currently been taken over by the palestinians. mary, pregnant from some unknown source (as she told her husband) is about to give birth but no palestinians step forward to be of any assistance. as usual (if they are there at all) they have their hands out but contribute nothing - maybe just trouble.
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every few minutes they try to sell you something.
"this is hal your laptop. i'm here to help you today.
you can purchase this handy salad flipper for only ......."
yes we can make america great again by restoring privacy and kicking out all hucksters both human and robotic. republican presidential contenders first.
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Friday, December 24, 2010
XMAS AND XMAS EVE
tonight (i guess) is the night baby jesus flies up your chimney to heaven. no, i think that's later. for some obscure reason children are showered with gifts tomorrow to celebrate this occasion. their parents who have toiled and sweated all year long to pay for these brats' presents will tell their undeserving spawn that they were delivered by a messenger of god. they will get a lot of masochistic satisfaction as their progeny are contemptuous of the whole event.
tomorrow afternoon will be the big final celebration dinner filled with alcoholic beverages, salty, fatty, and sweet foods. the then fulfilled parents, like salmon at the end of their run, will grab their chests, and fall head first into the dessert.
have a happy parturition, procreation, fertility day.
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the xmas story seems to revolve around a couple named mary and joseph in bethlehem in territory that has currently been taken over by the palestinians. mary, pregnant from some unknown source (as she told her husband) is about to give birth but no palestinians step forward to be of any assistance. as usual (if they are there at all) they have their hands out but contribute nothing - maybe just trouble.
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Wednesday, December 23, 2015
WHAT I LEARNED WHILE LIVING IN (UGH) NEW JERSEY
the german bund is alive and well in northern new jersey. if you are black, italian, jewish, muslim, et al. stay out of sussex county.
only straight laced people seem to be in northern new jersey until they are tested at the officers' club bar.
if your husband gets a job in nyc and has a cute secretary, he will leave one morning and never come back.
stone walls that weep are miracles of god. the media censors the news of miracles.
officer's wives are drunks.
prayer helps at least 10%. whatever that means.
gossips and the ignorant are just as flawed among engineers, scientists, teachers, and other professionals as among uneducated new arrivals from eastern, western, and southern europe.
LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT. prefer to leave it.
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RETRO DON'S POST (2013)
CORPORATIONS ARE PEOPLE
i must have slipped into an alternative universe, or my wardrobe sucked me into narnia or did i go through the looking glass. at any rate somehow the phrase corporations are people keeps pounding in my head. this is most bizarre and surreal. i wonder how this could have happened?
corporations are people...corporations are people...corporations are people...
i must have hit my head because this would be ridiculous. concussions and also old age cause delusions.
somehow in this time warp anomaly the supreme court must have had something to do with this and they did. y'know the supreme court is made up of old people and i wonder how reality based they are.
in this realm soylent green is people. i guess i may have gotten into the movie somehow.
sooooo, both corporations and soylent green are people. of course.
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the german bund is alive and well in northern new jersey. if you are black, italian, jewish, muslim, et al. stay out of sussex county.
only straight laced people seem to be in northern new jersey until they are tested at the officers' club bar.
if your husband gets a job in nyc and has a cute secretary, he will leave one morning and never come back.
stone walls that weep are miracles of god. the media censors the news of miracles.
officer's wives are drunks.
prayer helps at least 10%. whatever that means.
gossips and the ignorant are just as flawed among engineers, scientists, teachers, and other professionals as among uneducated new arrivals from eastern, western, and southern europe.
LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT. prefer to leave it.
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RETRO DON'S POST (2013)
CORPORATIONS ARE PEOPLE
i must have slipped into an alternative universe, or my wardrobe sucked me into narnia or did i go through the looking glass. at any rate somehow the phrase corporations are people keeps pounding in my head. this is most bizarre and surreal. i wonder how this could have happened?
corporations are people...corporations are people...corporations are people...
i must have hit my head because this would be ridiculous. concussions and also old age cause delusions.
somehow in this time warp anomaly the supreme court must have had something to do with this and they did. y'know the supreme court is made up of old people and i wonder how reality based they are.
in this realm soylent green is people. i guess i may have gotten into the movie somehow.
sooooo, both corporations and soylent green are people. of course.
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015
HOW THE HELL DID I GET THROUGH COLLEGE
RETRO DON'S POST -- ORIGINAL STUFF FROM DEC. 2013
TERM PAPER
i lay down in bed last night.
realizing that a term paper was due this morning i knew that i needed my computer, paper, and pen to prepare my hand written paper.
pondering this revelation, it occurred to me that i may be dreaming.
if i weren't dreaming what was the worst thing that could happen to an old man if i didn't do the paper?
then a miracle happened i awoke.
FINAL EXAMS
in addition to dreaming of term papers due the next morning i also dream of final exams that i have not prepared for. having gone through life on the wing and a prayer and really not prepared for anything, i have managed to survive. no wonder i have bad dreams about final exams and term papers.
MORE FINAL EXAM NIGHTMARES
final exam at 10 am today.
i don't remember that.
its in contracts.
can't remember the last time i attended class.yes, i remember now - i think.
i should have prepared.
i'm on campus now.
students and staff are walking this way and that. what building, and room is it in?
i'd better go over to the administration building and find out.
yikes, its 9:30 already.
pushing my way through crowds on the hill heading towards the building.
there's a sign on the door.
it says the admnistration building has been moved to the other campus.
i'm on the subway now heading towards the other campus.
no i'm not. this train is going into the borough of queens.
the train is now traveling above ground.
all that can be seen is the shrubbery along the countryside.
i'll get off at the next stop and crossover to the otherside to get back to the city.
at the next stop there is a bus waiting that goes into the bronx over the whitestone bridge.
the bus ia a local and makes many stops.
finally arriving at west farms square.
home at last.
seems that thats where i wanted to be in the first place.
MUST DO COLLEGE. HOW ELSE CAN I SURVIVE ?
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RETRO DON'S POST -- ORIGINAL STUFF FROM DEC. 2013
TERM PAPER
i lay down in bed last night.
realizing that a term paper was due this morning i knew that i needed my computer, paper, and pen to prepare my hand written paper.
pondering this revelation, it occurred to me that i may be dreaming.
if i weren't dreaming what was the worst thing that could happen to an old man if i didn't do the paper?
then a miracle happened i awoke.
FINAL EXAMS
in addition to dreaming of term papers due the next morning i also dream of final exams that i have not prepared for. having gone through life on the wing and a prayer and really not prepared for anything, i have managed to survive. no wonder i have bad dreams about final exams and term papers.
MORE FINAL EXAM NIGHTMARES
final exam at 10 am today.
i don't remember that.
its in contracts.
can't remember the last time i attended class.yes, i remember now - i think.
i should have prepared.
i'm on campus now.
students and staff are walking this way and that. what building, and room is it in?
i'd better go over to the administration building and find out.
yikes, its 9:30 already.
pushing my way through crowds on the hill heading towards the building.
there's a sign on the door.
it says the admnistration building has been moved to the other campus.
i'm on the subway now heading towards the other campus.
no i'm not. this train is going into the borough of queens.
the train is now traveling above ground.
all that can be seen is the shrubbery along the countryside.
i'll get off at the next stop and crossover to the otherside to get back to the city.
at the next stop there is a bus waiting that goes into the bronx over the whitestone bridge.
the bus ia a local and makes many stops.
finally arriving at west farms square.
home at last.
seems that thats where i wanted to be in the first place.
MUST DO COLLEGE. HOW ELSE CAN I SURVIVE ?
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Monday, December 21, 2015
NEW AMERICA WITH ARM BANDS, SHIRTS, AND SYMBOLS
can't wait for the new administration. donald trump and daffy duck with the munchkin congress and they'll be singing:
Ha ha ha / Ho ho ho / And a couple of tra la las / That's how we laugh the day away / In the merry old land of the U S A.
wait. i may be in an alternate universe.
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RETRO DON'S POST:
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
IMPROVING LITERATURE
at three this morning i was thinking of blanche DuBois saying, " .... I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."
always happy to help out fellow writers i submit the following as improvemrnts to Tennessee Williams line:
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of the internal revenue service."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of wall street stockbrokers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of rotweilers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of engineers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of car dealers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of subordinates."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of management."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of college boys."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of boa constrictors and politicians."
to the writers of america: you are welcome.
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can't wait for the new administration. donald trump and daffy duck with the munchkin congress and they'll be singing:
Ha ha ha / Ho ho ho / And a couple of tra la las / That's how we laugh the day away / In the merry old land of the U S A.
wait. i may be in an alternate universe.
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RETRO DON'S POST:
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
IMPROVING LITERATURE
at three this morning i was thinking of blanche DuBois saying, " .... I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."
always happy to help out fellow writers i submit the following as improvemrnts to Tennessee Williams line:
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of the internal revenue service."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of wall street stockbrokers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of rotweilers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of engineers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of car dealers."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of subordinates."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of management."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of college boys."
" .... I have always depended on the kindness of boa constrictors and politicians."
to the writers of america: you are welcome.
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Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
AMERICA CAN BE GREAT AGAIN, YEA
the republican party should put out a musical album saluting american greatness of yesteryear. suggestions
of items on the album are:
Brother Can You Spare A Dime? 1932 Rudy Vallee
Where Have All The Flowers Gone.. (1963) marlene dietrich
I'm forever blowing bubbles (1919) Burr & Campbell
When Johnny Comes Marching Home NANA MOUSKOURI
Green Fields of France by John McDermott
DANNY BOY' 1962 MAUREEN O'HARA
we'll meet again (british world war II song) Vera Lynn
Pennies From Heaven Sarah Vaughan
Erika - famous german marching song of WW2
On The Good Ship Lollipop Shirley Temple
and others ----
thanks to youtube for these references.
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the republican party should put out a musical album saluting american greatness of yesteryear. suggestions
of items on the album are:
Brother Can You Spare A Dime? 1932 Rudy Vallee
Where Have All The Flowers Gone.. (1963) marlene dietrich
I'm forever blowing bubbles (1919) Burr & Campbell
When Johnny Comes Marching Home NANA MOUSKOURI
Green Fields of France by John McDermott
DANNY BOY' 1962 MAUREEN O'HARA
we'll meet again (british world war II song) Vera Lynn
Pennies From Heaven Sarah Vaughan
Erika - famous german marching song of WW2
On The Good Ship Lollipop Shirley Temple
and others ----
thanks to youtube for these references.
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Monday, December 14, 2015
THE INNOCENT AND NOT SO SMART INVESTORS
somehow many people today have been brainwashed to believe that you can always make money by buying stock (lol).
i think part of this is due to the belief that people think that the collapsing stock market is a liberal plot.
an army officer i know thinks its a badge of honor to lose money in the stock market like he just failed to wipe out an isis battalion but had to retreat bravely - sure yawn.
they are losing money on what they were told was a sure thing (rising stock prices) but they went broke. must be those liberals. no wonder they're angry.. my grandparents in the 1920s knew it was a gamble. today's young crowd thinks the market is a sure thing. just split the stock ... ummm ... tear it in half and you'll make a lot of money.
in 1941 my grandfather while babysitting me took me up to a place where you could day trade for small amounts. we were there a short time. he told me to watch the old time lighted stock ticker display for X (us steel) while he presumably made his bet. we left later. he must have lost his money. he was always broke.
you don't think investors are stupid or something? or its just something to do?
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somehow many people today have been brainwashed to believe that you can always make money by buying stock (lol).
i think part of this is due to the belief that people think that the collapsing stock market is a liberal plot.
an army officer i know thinks its a badge of honor to lose money in the stock market like he just failed to wipe out an isis battalion but had to retreat bravely - sure yawn.
they are losing money on what they were told was a sure thing (rising stock prices) but they went broke. must be those liberals. no wonder they're angry.. my grandparents in the 1920s knew it was a gamble. today's young crowd thinks the market is a sure thing. just split the stock ... ummm ... tear it in half and you'll make a lot of money.
in 1941 my grandfather while babysitting me took me up to a place where you could day trade for small amounts. we were there a short time. he told me to watch the old time lighted stock ticker display for X (us steel) while he presumably made his bet. we left later. he must have lost his money. he was always broke.
you don't think investors are stupid or something? or its just something to do?
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Monday, December 7, 2015
REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR
i'm surprised that anyone remembers this day. a day that will "live in infamy". i guess infamy lasts about five years.
the japs are great and so much fun.
sorry we dropped the bomb. it slipped.
ok -- would you rather have a lot of japs killed or lose your life invading japan. wait --- i'm thinking......
a friend of mine's brother was killed landing on a pacific island weeks before THE BOMB was dropped. i'm sure he had no problem with the above possible choice.
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i'm surprised that anyone remembers this day. a day that will "live in infamy". i guess infamy lasts about five years.
the japs are great and so much fun.
sorry we dropped the bomb. it slipped.
ok -- would you rather have a lot of japs killed or lose your life invading japan. wait --- i'm thinking......
a friend of mine's brother was killed landing on a pacific island weeks before THE BOMB was dropped. i'm sure he had no problem with the above possible choice.
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FIRST KING OF THE UNITED STATES
dateline january 2117:
king donald I, master of nothingness ascended the throne 100 years ago this month at his inauguration. it was the people's desire to devolve to the level of islamic extremists. a form of fighting fire with fire. today we are terrorist free primarily because of the artificial intelligence of the iPhone LCCCXVIII. our new king, coronated today, JEB! III will certainly strengthen us. DEATH TO THE EVIL ONES!!!!!
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dateline dec. 7 2015
repubs are trying to get rid of trump:
I don't understand how you can swift boat trump because he never did anything. you'll have to attack his obvious nothingness. his nothingness is less than others' nothngness. he's more nothing than a black hole/outer space/my bank account/my comments/the invisible man/my job/obama's isis strategy/gop's isis strategy/faux news commentary (exclude shepard smith)/arab sincerity ------ never mind.
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dateline january 2117:
king donald I, master of nothingness ascended the throne 100 years ago this month at his inauguration. it was the people's desire to devolve to the level of islamic extremists. a form of fighting fire with fire. today we are terrorist free primarily because of the artificial intelligence of the iPhone LCCCXVIII. our new king, coronated today, JEB! III will certainly strengthen us. DEATH TO THE EVIL ONES!!!!!
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dateline dec. 7 2015
repubs are trying to get rid of trump:
I don't understand how you can swift boat trump because he never did anything. you'll have to attack his obvious nothingness. his nothingness is less than others' nothngness. he's more nothing than a black hole/outer space/my bank account/my comments/the invisible man/my job/obama's isis strategy/gop's isis strategy/faux news commentary (exclude shepard smith)/arab sincerity ------ never mind.
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Tuesday, December 1, 2015
MY FAMILY'S GREAT INHERITANCE
soon after i retired from my govt. DOD job my childless widowed brooklyn uncle died. i was the only person of a large extended family with rights in the united states (yea).
i sorta' ran around getting legal documents and collecting his liquid assets. distributed them to the nine canadian siblings/spouses plus one neice.
my dumbass uncle j---- threatened to get his own lawyer in canada like a canadian lawyer would want to get involved in such a small estate with so many heirs. he like his older son always has to be in the spotlight although probably the dumbest in the family and in spite of being almost blowhard sociopaths. he was highly insulted when told he had no standing in the usa since he was an illegal alien. why do canadians think they're part of the usa? his share was about $10k. my only american and canadian born first cousins do not have any inheritance rights concerning my deceased uncle because their fathers were still alive and canadian citizens.
this was a good activity for me as i had nothing to do and was getting antsy.
only me and one cousin living in brooklyn went to the funeral. i was a bit concerned after paying for the funeral as i had no way of knowing whether i would be reimbursed. not only didn't i expect repayment from all the loving relatives but outside of my cousin no one else showed up. she said there were assets in his estate that would cover costs but i don't recall that she reached for her wallet. even my wife was a little concerned. i assured her everything would be just fine ---- absolutely --- and it was.
its good to be an american.
The stars and the stripes, they are calling,
Three cheers for the Red,
Three cheers for the Red,
Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue!
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soon after i retired from my govt. DOD job my childless widowed brooklyn uncle died. i was the only person of a large extended family with rights in the united states (yea).
i sorta' ran around getting legal documents and collecting his liquid assets. distributed them to the nine canadian siblings/spouses plus one neice.
my dumbass uncle j---- threatened to get his own lawyer in canada like a canadian lawyer would want to get involved in such a small estate with so many heirs. he like his older son always has to be in the spotlight although probably the dumbest in the family and in spite of being almost blowhard sociopaths. he was highly insulted when told he had no standing in the usa since he was an illegal alien. why do canadians think they're part of the usa? his share was about $10k. my only american and canadian born first cousins do not have any inheritance rights concerning my deceased uncle because their fathers were still alive and canadian citizens.
this was a good activity for me as i had nothing to do and was getting antsy.
only me and one cousin living in brooklyn went to the funeral. i was a bit concerned after paying for the funeral as i had no way of knowing whether i would be reimbursed. not only didn't i expect repayment from all the loving relatives but outside of my cousin no one else showed up. she said there were assets in his estate that would cover costs but i don't recall that she reached for her wallet. even my wife was a little concerned. i assured her everything would be just fine ---- absolutely --- and it was.
its good to be an american.
The stars and the stripes, they are calling,
Three cheers for the Red,
Three cheers for the Red,
Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue!
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Saturday, November 21, 2015
GOING CRAZY AT THE HOSPITAL
i have always thought of myself as perfectly rational but last year being sick, and under heavy medication, i suffered from illusions (delusions?). in retrospect it was interesting.
although i now know the illusions did not exist, they were perfectly real and explainable to myself.
1. there was a black web which my visitors walked through and did not notice. i explained it to myself that this was a major hospital where all sorts of strange experiments are probably occurring. i thought the hospital was probably projecting this web only to me.
2. a light fixture was being fed paper and printing a variety of pictures (art works, maps, pornography, architectural drawings, etc.). these pictures were moving across the ceiling. i did not understand why others did not see this. i finally believed that they were not concentrating enough. although my daughter told me later that delusions are not
uncommon in hospitals.
i must mention the night i wanted to teleport myself home although that was mainly a realistic dream. i was sorta' partially awake. in order to actually teleport myself home i really unhooked catheters and tubes and stuff to prepare for my escape finally setting off an alarm to which a nurse responded. thinking that i would be at least sent to prison for this brazen offense i offered the nurse a bribe not to mention this event. she said she had to report it. i was doomed, doomed, doomed.
the next morning i noticed i had not moved an inch. my teleportation efforts had failed. no one knew of my adventure or cared.
moral: STAY AWAY FROM UNNECESSARY MEDICAL CARE.
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i have always thought of myself as perfectly rational but last year being sick, and under heavy medication, i suffered from illusions (delusions?). in retrospect it was interesting.
although i now know the illusions did not exist, they were perfectly real and explainable to myself.
1. there was a black web which my visitors walked through and did not notice. i explained it to myself that this was a major hospital where all sorts of strange experiments are probably occurring. i thought the hospital was probably projecting this web only to me.
2. a light fixture was being fed paper and printing a variety of pictures (art works, maps, pornography, architectural drawings, etc.). these pictures were moving across the ceiling. i did not understand why others did not see this. i finally believed that they were not concentrating enough. although my daughter told me later that delusions are not
uncommon in hospitals.
i must mention the night i wanted to teleport myself home although that was mainly a realistic dream. i was sorta' partially awake. in order to actually teleport myself home i really unhooked catheters and tubes and stuff to prepare for my escape finally setting off an alarm to which a nurse responded. thinking that i would be at least sent to prison for this brazen offense i offered the nurse a bribe not to mention this event. she said she had to report it. i was doomed, doomed, doomed.
the next morning i noticed i had not moved an inch. my teleportation efforts had failed. no one knew of my adventure or cared.
moral: STAY AWAY FROM UNNECESSARY MEDICAL CARE.
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Thursday, November 19, 2015
NEW YORK TIMES TOO SMART FOR ME
just quit the nyt. they're just too fussy for my comments, must be too smart, civilized, sophisticated, intellectual, bleeding heart, whatever.
they might say Abdelhamid Abaaoud was such a nice boy/good to his mother/sense of humor/ always smiling/charitable/kissed babies. he understandably turned radical when someone kicked his dog/didn't tip him at the pizza place/charged him on the subway/metro/cut him off in traffic/women didn't succumb to his charms/failed to get his welfare check/lithium.
when properly explained suicide bombing is totally understandable. what else could he do?
i think all the good muslims will have to redeem their reputation on their own. its not my fault and its not my job. whining doesn't help. just do it.
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just quit the nyt. they're just too fussy for my comments, must be too smart, civilized, sophisticated, intellectual, bleeding heart, whatever.
they might say Abdelhamid Abaaoud was such a nice boy/good to his mother/sense of humor/ always smiling/charitable/kissed babies. he understandably turned radical when someone kicked his dog/didn't tip him at the pizza place/charged him on the subway/metro/cut him off in traffic/women didn't succumb to his charms/failed to get his welfare check/lithium.
when properly explained suicide bombing is totally understandable. what else could he do?
i think all the good muslims will have to redeem their reputation on their own. its not my fault and its not my job. whining doesn't help. just do it.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015
AMERICAN MUSLIMS -- WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS
yes - we'll always have paris.
i know all american muslims are nice family people but its unavoidable to think "suicide crazy bombers". how can you fix it?????
try joining our armed forces. i dunno? can we trust you??? i dunno.
you look honest. i dunno.
you'll have to figure it out yourself.
we'll always have paris.
i still can't figure out how such a small number of crazy, superstitious, delusional, ignorant people has everyone looking under their beds for suicide bombers and arguing among themselves like "the three stooges" ??????????
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yes - we'll always have paris.
i know all american muslims are nice family people but its unavoidable to think "suicide crazy bombers". how can you fix it?????
try joining our armed forces. i dunno? can we trust you??? i dunno.
you look honest. i dunno.
you'll have to figure it out yourself.
we'll always have paris.
i still can't figure out how such a small number of crazy, superstitious, delusional, ignorant people has everyone looking under their beds for suicide bombers and arguing among themselves like "the three stooges" ??????????
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Sunday, November 15, 2015
MY GODS - YOUR GODS SUCK
just to let the world know that my religious beliefs are the only ones that have any credibility.
i believe in a multiple spirit system which makes perfect sense to me. the main and dominant ones are:
1. DUMDUM - of male persuasion, representing dumb luck and totally out of control, prefers bar hopping, and women for company, is on vacation most the time, and is the main alpha spirit dominating all.
2. LADY LUCK - beautiful and fickle.
3. MURPHY - the murphy of murphy's law. as you know -- anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
there are lesser spirits vying for recognition. too bad, suck it up.
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just to let the world know that my religious beliefs are the only ones that have any credibility.
i believe in a multiple spirit system which makes perfect sense to me. the main and dominant ones are:
1. DUMDUM - of male persuasion, representing dumb luck and totally out of control, prefers bar hopping, and women for company, is on vacation most the time, and is the main alpha spirit dominating all.
2. LADY LUCK - beautiful and fickle.
3. MURPHY - the murphy of murphy's law. as you know -- anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
there are lesser spirits vying for recognition. too bad, suck it up.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015
MY NY TIMES COMMENT
i am really surprised that the nyt actually put this in their comment section. not being or even attempting to be a (lol) mensa member and having written this past my usual bedtime i didn't expect this to meet their criteria for comments.
CONCERNING POLITICIAN'S ALLEGATIONS-----
just adding my 2 cents.
in my day we called these scenarios grand mother's tales and the people that told them were gossips.
although (i think) occam's. razor the simplest explanation for some event may be most probable (as you know) is among an infinite number of possible stories. no one can possibly know all the facts leading up to and causing an event.
in my humdrum world i've heard stories that a relative supported his parents. partially true but mostly false. his parents mostly supported him. i don't know all the details.
a friends house was purchased by his grandmother/father's inheritance/plain frugal living/winning the lottery/unscrupulous mortgage co./murdering the previous owner/drug money.
he broke up with his girlfriend because he was a womanizer/she found a better guy/he didn't trust her/she got a great job in L. A./he has a terminal disease/she needs dental work/he joined special forces/she was married to another as was he/it was mutual.
that's my point. we cannot know the truth and we are all subjected to made up stuff.
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i am really surprised that the nyt actually put this in their comment section. not being or even attempting to be a (lol) mensa member and having written this past my usual bedtime i didn't expect this to meet their criteria for comments.
CONCERNING POLITICIAN'S ALLEGATIONS-----
just adding my 2 cents.
in my day we called these scenarios grand mother's tales and the people that told them were gossips.
although (i think) occam's. razor the simplest explanation for some event may be most probable (as you know) is among an infinite number of possible stories. no one can possibly know all the facts leading up to and causing an event.
in my humdrum world i've heard stories that a relative supported his parents. partially true but mostly false. his parents mostly supported him. i don't know all the details.
a friends house was purchased by his grandmother/father's inheritance/plain frugal living/winning the lottery/unscrupulous mortgage co./murdering the previous owner/drug money.
he broke up with his girlfriend because he was a womanizer/she found a better guy/he didn't trust her/she got a great job in L. A./he has a terminal disease/she needs dental work/he joined special forces/she was married to another as was he/it was mutual.
that's my point. we cannot know the truth and we are all subjected to made up stuff.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2015
SUGGESTIONS FOR LESS OFFENSIVE NAME FOR SYRIAN CONCENTRATION CAMP IN GERMANY
germany trying to escape the stigma caused by them when murdering people in their ... ummmm ... concentration camps should try to lighten up by changing the name for the flood of muslim middle easterners.
suggestions are:
mideast assembly
comrades society
friends village
fraternity lodge
buddy site
work ----- macht --oops-- makes you ----- frei ---- oops happy.
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germany trying to escape the stigma caused by them when murdering people in their ... ummmm ... concentration camps should try to lighten up by changing the name for the flood of muslim middle easterners.
suggestions are:
mideast assembly
comrades society
friends village
fraternity lodge
buddy site
work ----- macht --oops-- makes you ----- frei ---- oops happy.
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Friday, November 6, 2015
MY ROSEBUD MOMENT
in the movie citizen kane's last word was, rosebud, which was the name on his sled when he was a kid, presumably his happiest time.
my "rosebud" moment occurred in a dream the other night. although i'm still alive, i dreamed that i received a gift of an apple ii computer with disk drives. i owned an apple i in about 1980. this apparently was my "rosebud". in the dream i was very happy for this gift. i was only about 40 years old when i actually had my apple i. yes, apple i. dreams are not always totally true.
loved that machine. didn't get a new computer for about 10 years. wow i was really out of date.
in those days computers did not try to sell you stuff. now i can't escape the hucksters. i had to return a dell because i couldn't escape salesmen and ads.
in the good old days computers actually could do stuff.
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in the movie citizen kane's last word was, rosebud, which was the name on his sled when he was a kid, presumably his happiest time.
my "rosebud" moment occurred in a dream the other night. although i'm still alive, i dreamed that i received a gift of an apple ii computer with disk drives. i owned an apple i in about 1980. this apparently was my "rosebud". in the dream i was very happy for this gift. i was only about 40 years old when i actually had my apple i. yes, apple i. dreams are not always totally true.
loved that machine. didn't get a new computer for about 10 years. wow i was really out of date.
in those days computers did not try to sell you stuff. now i can't escape the hucksters. i had to return a dell because i couldn't escape salesmen and ads.
in the good old days computers actually could do stuff.
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Wednesday, November 4, 2015
SUPERJEB
superjeb can do and fix anything. "Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound!"
"Look! Up in the sky!"
"It's a bird!"
"It's a plane!"
"It's Superjeb!"
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superjeb can do and fix anything. "Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound!"
"Look! Up in the sky!"
"It's a bird!"
"It's a plane!"
"It's Superjeb!"
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Monday, November 2, 2015
ON CHARITY AND CHARITABLE ACTIONS
nothing like the appreciation you get when you are charitible. the recipients never think you gave enough.
my wife (about 20 years ago) told me that a volunteer was needed to escort a (sorta') refugee family from our new jersey town to another where they could get english lessons. the place was several towns away on the commuter line and a walk of five streets. being frugal i never expected that this would cost me anything. i volunteered because it might be an interesting adventure.
i drove them from where they stayed to the train station and bought tickets expecting to be repaid. they were totally disinterested in the new jersey (ugh) landscape as we rode by,
after we got off the train the family wanted to take a cab on my dime. by this time i was becoming a bit annoyed at them. who the hell do these beggars think they are? for homeless refugees they sure have nerve. i already unexpectedly got stuck with their transportation and train tickets. angered i told them we would walk the five streets.
in my town other people (crazy do-gooders) tried to accommodate them with stuff. they wanted one family's living room set. their son wanted to be a doctor and i had some recent books from some advanced college biology courses i was taking for my amusement. they turned them down presumably because they were a year old.
i waited at the facility until they were finished and brought them home.
on another occasion i brought some stuff to a church in morristown for the down and out and some were presumably homeless. they got a free lunch and some services, if requested. i carried some things for one of the people. that person i realized was healthier and stronger than me (suckerrrrr!).
when leaving one of the people started cursing me. i know that they were not normal but taking abuse is not one of my strong points.
no good deed goes unpunished. i must control my finer instincts.
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nothing like the appreciation you get when you are charitible. the recipients never think you gave enough.
my wife (about 20 years ago) told me that a volunteer was needed to escort a (sorta') refugee family from our new jersey town to another where they could get english lessons. the place was several towns away on the commuter line and a walk of five streets. being frugal i never expected that this would cost me anything. i volunteered because it might be an interesting adventure.
i drove them from where they stayed to the train station and bought tickets expecting to be repaid. they were totally disinterested in the new jersey (ugh) landscape as we rode by,
after we got off the train the family wanted to take a cab on my dime. by this time i was becoming a bit annoyed at them. who the hell do these beggars think they are? for homeless refugees they sure have nerve. i already unexpectedly got stuck with their transportation and train tickets. angered i told them we would walk the five streets.
in my town other people (crazy do-gooders) tried to accommodate them with stuff. they wanted one family's living room set. their son wanted to be a doctor and i had some recent books from some advanced college biology courses i was taking for my amusement. they turned them down presumably because they were a year old.
i waited at the facility until they were finished and brought them home.
on another occasion i brought some stuff to a church in morristown for the down and out and some were presumably homeless. they got a free lunch and some services, if requested. i carried some things for one of the people. that person i realized was healthier and stronger than me (suckerrrrr!).
when leaving one of the people started cursing me. i know that they were not normal but taking abuse is not one of my strong points.
no good deed goes unpunished. i must control my finer instincts.
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Thursday, October 29, 2015
BACK ROOM TRUMP AND CARSON
i can see trump and carson running for president and vice president:
trump: between us we own over 50% of the republican vote. i'd like you to be my veep.
carson: ho hum - ok. but we may lose the election.
trump: i know but we'll be written in history. you can't buy history.
carson: true - lets go for it. yawn.....
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i can see trump and carson running for president and vice president:
trump: between us we own over 50% of the republican vote. i'd like you to be my veep.
carson: ho hum - ok. but we may lose the election.
trump: i know but we'll be written in history. you can't buy history.
carson: true - lets go for it. yawn.....
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