tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28638256403247608902024-02-07T10:58:18.478-08:00What it is todayIf you are too liberal, I guess, or too female, don't read this blog.It will probably just make you angry sometimes.
Here is a guy sitting in his deteriorating, detached garage that ought to be rebuilt, looking at his old motorcycle, talking about something he saw or heard that made him think today...
We've got everything here, though. Get yourself a beer from the cooler and some meat from the grill...and have a seat. Tell us about your day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-20383498427988917132011-11-20T17:57:00.000-08:002011-11-20T17:57:46.947-08:00How to fight the police in a riot<a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/egypt-activist-plan-2011-1">http://www.businessinsider.com/egypt-activist-plan-2011-1</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-45401000946731093142011-11-20T11:41:00.000-08:002011-11-21T01:41:23.502-08:00Sorry guys, your baby is doing someone in the dorm.. When we packed her up for college, we got our little freshman girl all her shots, a pack of condoms, some kind of birth control and a link to an article that tells her how to avoid getting "Roofied" at parties and what to do if she wakes up in a strange place with no underpants, because we realized (and it takes Dad the longest), that no matter how sweet and innocent our little girl is; this is it. Time to get real...Whether it's alcohol, drugs or something that passes for "Love"...our little darling is going to get tapped this year or next...Since I guess she didn't give it up in high school, hiding behind my denial.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-79476181770155976352011-11-20T11:27:00.000-08:002011-11-20T11:27:35.971-08:00Occupy Movement's Poster BoyYou've seen him the news..<br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">And BTW, I'm for the Movement, however vague and undefined it still is, but this kid is a dick. </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">He wanted to be the poster child for the movement, and now he is. </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">He threw batteries at the cops and grabbed a cops hat, and THAT is asking for trouble. </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">So they took him down... POOR LITTLE BABY....</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">BUT...BUT...<strong>BUT</strong>... If this was a confrontation that the cops started, or if they used unecessary force...</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">I say bring everything to the table that they do..</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">MACE, clubs, body armor, beanbag ammo, horses, and any weapons they have. Fair is fair.. </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">The pot is starting to boil (it's been on "low" since the 60s), </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">and I'd just as soon get this party started!!! "<span class="translatedBody"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-64716276418951806702011-11-20T10:47:00.000-08:002011-11-20T10:47:38.279-08:00Thank you cigarette smokers, lawmakers, voters and idiotsThank you lawmakers (I'm looking for a descriptive term that means "weak, limp-dicked, picked-upon-as-a-child, half-wit that has found a way to force his or her will on all the people he or she previously feared or was jealous of in high school"; so help me out here if you'd like; "Lawmakers" sounds too legitimate) Anyway; thank you lawmakers and voters with no foresight, for making it so smokers have to go outside, huddle in groups that block sidewalks, doorways and other public areas and trash up everything with their cigarette butts, sputum containing snot, blood, black shit and pieces of lung. They also throw styrofoam coffee cups, Mountain Dew bottles and candy wrappers left from the lunch they didn't eat so they'd have time to go out and smoke. You knew they were inconsiderate slobs before you pushed them out of contained areas to where the rest of us have to deal with their litter. So again, thanks alot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-13431902098942307732008-07-10T08:59:00.000-07:002008-07-10T10:58:42.088-07:00And Thank You,George Will!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_fAchNbm7m_OuX8fsuyJ4CAAA44iL1MWQ7Dajv2yDtBJkzUTWO8l9c3Ug2CNMpBqCiIdIB3N6Zw3YLeou1bACrg3tsRhBWT58pfIc2y2iwEXBCgkzBtHihp4yCugMyjVd2ChsAgjn9o/s1600-h/PFO5358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221419110539659682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_fAchNbm7m_OuX8fsuyJ4CAAA44iL1MWQ7Dajv2yDtBJkzUTWO8l9c3Ug2CNMpBqCiIdIB3N6Zw3YLeou1bACrg3tsRhBWT58pfIc2y2iwEXBCgkzBtHihp4yCugMyjVd2ChsAgjn9o/s400/PFO5358.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Survival of the Sudsiest</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By George Will</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />Perhaps, like many sensible citizens, you read Investor's Business Daily for its sturdy common sense in defending free markets and other rational arrangements. If so, you too may have been startled recently by an astonishing statement on that newspaper's front page. It was in a report on the intention of the world's second-largest brewer, Belgium's InBev, to buy control of the third-largest, Anheuser-Busch, for $46.3 billion. The story asserted: "The [alcoholic beverage] industry's continued growth, however slight, has been a surprise to those who figured that when the economy turned south, consumers would cut back on nonessential items like beer."<br />"Non wh at"? Do not try to peddle that proposition in the bleachers or at the beaches in July. It is closer to the truth to say: No beer, no civilization.<br />The development of civilization depended on urbanization, which depended on beer. To understand why, consult Steven Johnson's marvelous 2006 book, "The Ghost Map: The Story of London's Most Terrifying Epidemic — and How It Changed Science, Cities, and the Modern World." It is a great scientific detective story about how a horrific cholera outbreak was traced to a particular neighborhood pump for drinking water. And Johnson begins a mind-opening excursion into a related topic this way:<br />"The search for unpolluted drinking water is as old as civilization itself. As soon as there were mass human settlements, waterborne diseases like dysentery became a crucial population bottleneck. For much of human history, the solution to this chronic public-health issue was not purifying the water supply. The solution was to drink alcohol."<br />Often the most pure fluid available was alcohol — in beer and, later, wine — which has antibacterial properties. Sure, alcohol has its hazards, but as Johnson breezily observes, "Dying of cirrhosis of the liver in your forties was better than dying of dysentery in your twenties." Besides, alcohol, although it is a poison, and an addictive one, became, especially in beer, a driver of a species-strengthening selection process.<br />Johnson notes that historians interested in genetics believe that the roughly simultaneous emergence of urban living and the manufacturing of alcohol set the stage for a survival-of-the-fittest sorting-out among the people who abandoned the hunter-gatherer lifestyle and, literally and figuratively speaking, went to town.<br />To avoid dangerous water, people had to drink large quantities of, say, beer. But to digest that beer, individuals needed a genetic advantage that not everyone had — what Johnson describes as the body's ability to respond to the intake of alcohol by increasing the production of particular enzymes called alcohol dehydrogenases. This ability is controlled by certain genes on chromosome four in human DNA, genes not evenly distributed to everyone. Those who lacked this trait could not, as the saying goes, "hold their liquor." So, many died early and childless, either of alcohol's toxicity or from waterborne diseases.<br />The gene pools of human settlements became progressively dominated by the survivors — by those genetically disposed to, well, drink beer. "Most of the world's population today," Johnson writes, "is made up of descendants of those early beer drinkers, and we have largely inherited their genetic tolerance for alcohol."<br />Johnson suggests, not unreasonably, that this explains why certain of the world's population groups, such as Native Americans and Australian Aborigines, have had disproportionately high levels of alcoholism: These groups never endured the cruel culling of the genetically unfortunate that town dwellers endured. If so, the high alcoholism rates among Native Americans are not, or at least not entirely, ascribable to the humiliations and deprivations of the reservation system. Rather, the explanation is that not enough of their ancestors lived in towns.<br />But that is a potential stew of racial or ethnic sensitivities that we need not stir in this correction of Investor's Business Daily. Suffice it to say that the good news is really good: Beer is a health food. And you do not need to buy it from those wan, unhealthy-looking people who, peering disapprovingly at you through rimless Trotsky-style spectacles, seem to run all the health food stores.<br />So let there be no more loose talk — especially not now, with summer arriving — about beer not being essential. Benjamin Franklin was, as usual, on to something when he said, "Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." Or, less judgmentally, and for secular people who favor a wall of separation between church and tavern, beer is evidence that nature wants us to be.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-54386407245628651172008-07-09T14:40:00.000-07:002008-07-10T13:39:52.700-07:00DNA evidence finally rules out the Benet family as suspects...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYI_pZYOHSDFFFNp6yfnVgkZrGsTwgALi-KT7KAAfml_QjLiK8apADkf0EP5eLDwjvm5kNNziz552AsQJZlQFBMqzc_vRr_S2wleSGDLu9o4muMJmo4X57FewKUy122zPatSLXmjXSD8/s1600-h/JonBonet.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221136310194747906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYI_pZYOHSDFFFNp6yfnVgkZrGsTwgALi-KT7KAAfml_QjLiK8apADkf0EP5eLDwjvm5kNNziz552AsQJZlQFBMqzc_vRr_S2wleSGDLu9o4muMJmo4X57FewKUy122zPatSLXmjXSD8/s320/JonBonet.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The fact that this man </div><br /><div>has not yet begun to systematically kill these fools</div><br /><div>or at least </div><div></div><div>asked someone discreet to do so </div><br /><div>demonstrates that he is closer to being a saint </div><br /><div>than I will ever be...</div><br /><div>God Bless You John Ramsey...</div><br /><div>I hope your wife now rests in Peace.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-5873998320732288922008-07-09T09:26:00.000-07:002008-07-09T10:39:50.913-07:00Fighting Crime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xi6PHq8zJMgwkp5lxNtQzU1k-PcAgAEOvUlV5hzus9mNPfJFyw1tkAcMUktoz7RPKyUvTqKbCaXzO3l6Zh8IRkoP05pCWqTYCDbun1DpoLmQ5tt9R4kbY3nXjm5Hr9dkcahoe4m5Vf0/s1600-h/criminal-recycling-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221070363543289906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xi6PHq8zJMgwkp5lxNtQzU1k-PcAgAEOvUlV5hzus9mNPfJFyw1tkAcMUktoz7RPKyUvTqKbCaXzO3l6Zh8IRkoP05pCWqTYCDbun1DpoLmQ5tt9R4kbY3nXjm5Hr9dkcahoe4m5Vf0/s320/criminal-recycling-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Where would we be without crime?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The lawyers,the cops,the courts</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And an entire industry</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Who are lined up at this trough</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Would all have to get real jobs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(Believe me,for those people crime pays.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">You realize,don't you,what a small,small,percentage </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Of scum in this country are actually committing crimes...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Don't you? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">That's why the judges keep letting them out early.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">To generate more crime.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">To keep you afraid.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">To get you to throw more money</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">At a bogey-man that</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Shouldn't exist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Don't be afraid.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I can help you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-82936394856387721322008-06-22T06:29:00.000-07:002008-07-09T15:15:52.722-07:00When Harleys were Harleys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVvZ1mDV4UNeQ2doLMSNQ1vl24zJYEeRerxB70YrKhq-GAyPhXGHdaK8TGu3yMTRjxwmZr6MQ7wYqEsYH3v2udCkILrt9CyznPHUYSxJHpHmZy8xXgB7fuujiFUhcnMt-nozMbx3lfKY/s1600-h/moto+girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221140010537860082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVvZ1mDV4UNeQ2doLMSNQ1vl24zJYEeRerxB70YrKhq-GAyPhXGHdaK8TGu3yMTRjxwmZr6MQ7wYqEsYH3v2udCkILrt9CyznPHUYSxJHpHmZy8xXgB7fuujiFUhcnMt-nozMbx3lfKY/s320/moto+girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh yeah,<br />Here it comes.<br />The sound of thunder.<br /><div><br /><br /><div>If they turn my head, it's only<br />Because I used to ride a Harley.<br /><br />There they are,<br />Aloof, and looking cool<br />In designer leather and sunglasses.<br />What do they think of themselves?<br />I read an article about the growing trend of<br />" The New Women Bikers"<br />Oh yeah, she's on a Harley<br />(Lookalike)<br />No trick there...</div><div>Vrooom...Vrooom...<br /><br />Remember the day?<br />Motorcycles sometimes failed.<br />Headlights illuminated the roadside fix<br />With wire, a wrench, bloody knuckles and beer.<br />Push it 3 miles to a gas station or phone booth or</div><br /><div>The back of a buddy's pick up truck</div><br /><div><br />But bikes don't break now,<br />And boys and girls all have cell phones .<br />Our Motorcycle has been tamed.<br />Are they all electric start??<br />Where's the chain?<br />This crew makes me laugh!!<br /><br />The modern motorcycle is just an appliance now, </div><div>Like a refridgerator.<br />This generation wouldn't anymore know</div><div>How to fix their bikes than<br />Fix their flat screen TV </div><br /><div>Or expresso machine .</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-11541453709024761232008-06-16T17:07:00.000-07:002008-07-09T16:29:10.110-07:00Quote from "American Beauty"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmykw_SCOHo1z05Y_XD2aokgOAjjVhrH2WiQtAkP4CJHaC86UM0ij6Ioj8ioVa5_Kj1gPRcDHPECozADIcLudXIcoRkDvwzH_Hen61j-kzoZFQRCz7mdoou29H01F9mDEZRimz72nEMhU/s1600-h/americanbeauty1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmykw_SCOHo1z05Y_XD2aokgOAjjVhrH2WiQtAkP4CJHaC86UM0ij6Ioj8ioVa5_Kj1gPRcDHPECozADIcLudXIcoRkDvwzH_Hen61j-kzoZFQRCz7mdoou29H01F9mDEZRimz72nEMhU/s320/americanbeauty1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221160426579445426" /></a><br />"My name is Lester Burnham... <br />This is my neighborhood; <br />this is my street; <br />this is my life.... <br />I am 42 years old; <br />in less than a year I will be dead. <br />Of course I don't know that yet, <br />and in a way, <br />I am dead already."<br />Lester Burnham: [narrating] <br />"Both my wife and daughter think I'm this gigantic loser<br />and<br />they're right, <br />I have lost something. <br />I'm not exactly sure what it is <br />but I know I didn't always feel this... <br />sedated. <br />But you know what? <br />It's never too late to get it back."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863825640324760890.post-87939503723863561662008-06-16T11:33:00.000-07:002008-07-09T15:51:33.258-07:00Twenty More Adventures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERRHPYBkfwPaNJyUVvO9sqyTR_GRGUC4omV8RHnlCTgJ3-ktFyohhIoLhKF0bAbLKOFfMz542Uq6HhjCtmGGifm1j19z3HeGyFfJvZe-R8pJ_rZaYnrlGKfIWhbYLr0lzZ19ooWHyqLM/s1600-h/draft_lens1526893module3923416photo_volkswagen_rat_rods.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221150489096254802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERRHPYBkfwPaNJyUVvO9sqyTR_GRGUC4omV8RHnlCTgJ3-ktFyohhIoLhKF0bAbLKOFfMz542Uq6HhjCtmGGifm1j19z3HeGyFfJvZe-R8pJ_rZaYnrlGKfIWhbYLr0lzZ19ooWHyqLM/s320/draft_lens1526893module3923416photo_volkswagen_rat_rods.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">When I was young,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">and quitting the second job I ever had,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">I thought how grand it was to be 19 years old </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">and have so many adventures still ahead of me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">I needed to get moving quickly, though,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">because even if I saved my money </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">and managed to go </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">on at least one grand adventure every year,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">I'd only be able to go on 50 or 60 adventures </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">before I had to put it away. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">I'm over 50 years old now</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">and have long since lost track of the adventurous boy</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">who left town with his girlfriend</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">in a hand painted Volkswagen Beetle </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">toward Canada,Colorado, and parts unknown.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">But today I was thinking, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">though I might have to redefine what I call an "adventure"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">As I count the years I hope are left</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">I want to think</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">That it may not be too late".</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0