June 30, 2006

Dear Ralph

Thank you for submission to the Ask Hoosierboy feature:

Please either describe the Great Sioux Uprising of 1890 or What would you do for a Klondike bar?
ralphd00d | Homepage | 06.29.06 - 11:59 am | #

Man, what is it with you guys and the Indian Wars? Given it is my choice, I will answer the second question.

I would stand on one leg, wear a flower print sun dress and sing the Wabash College fight song. If that is not good enough I would go to Disney World and wear plaid shorts, dark socks and wing tip shoes. I would wear a White Sox hat. I would take a pie in the face while wearing a tight denim jumpsuit. I would a pimp hat to the prom (whoops did that already). I would drink 100 shots of beer in 100 minutes, one each and every minute (whoops did that too). I would piss on a building in the Champs d'Elysee (whoops again). I would ride in the trunk of a car speeding around a cinder track (whoops). I would take a dump on someone's desk (again whoops). I would jump out of an airplane the first two times I was ever in one (again whoops). I would sign someone up for a homosexual erotic newsletter (whoops -- the boss was NOT pleased).

I guess I would try about anything for a Klondike bar.

Dear James Old Guy


Is it possible to remove the Hoosier from someone? An operation, divorce, some sort of ritual that requires naked women, alcohol and feathers? The hoosier in me is beginning to surface again like a recurring case of the crabs. Also what can you tell me about the Ghost Dance and the Sioux uprising of 1890?
James Old Guy | Homepage | 06.29.06 - 10:20 am | #


No. Once a Hoosier, always a Hoosier. You will never completely shuck that strange, half Kentucky, half Chicago accent. You will not be able to flush your system of the days in the woods, the swims in the river, jumping off the bridge, riding the freight train into town. The bike rides, the sectionals, the pool halls and cigarettes all blend with the voice of old Sid on the radio doing the Indy 500 to leave a mark inside your body and soul. Like an old tattoo on your bicep, it may blur, and wrinkle, and the mermaid loses her luster. In the end you are indelibly a Hoosier to the core. Somewhere in your mind you will cross the Wabash and the strains of "Back Home Again" will echo in your skull. You will live in the mountains, you will camp by the sea, yet the flat corn fields will call to you. Being a Hoosier is like getting a case of VD. Sometime, somewhere, you will brag about it.

Sorry, only one question allowed, so you will have to learn about the Great Sioux Uprising another day.

Oh, Happy Day....

On this date in 1984 I married Mrs. HB. 22 years, it seems like yesterday and like forever. I did not break tradition, I popped for 22 red roses to be delivered today. She is getting pretty damn expensive. Maybe I will go with two yellow (the decade) and three red next year. Somehow, I do not think that will be appreciated. Maybe I should get rid of her and start over? I threatened to trade her in for two 20 year olds when she hit forty. She did not think much of that idea either. That woman has no sense of humor, I can tell you that.

At 44, I have now spent half of my life married. That is an interesting thought. It makes me feel old. We will celebrate the day by going to a baseball game. The little one begins his tourney run tonight. Neither of us could think of a better way to celebrate (well, I would like to get laid, but I bet that ain't gonna happen).

You will never read this, but Happy Day Babe!

Dear Dragonlady


I am always pleased to help my readers gain knowledge through the ASK HOOSIERBOY feature. Here is your question:

What exactly causes a rainbow? I know it has to do with gasses in the atmosphere but don't know how it works. Or if you rather please tell me about the Great Sioux Uprising of 1890.
dragonlady474 | Homepage | 06.28.06 - 8:03 pm | #

Well Dragon, I already said I do not want to talk about the Sioux Uprising, so I guess we will tackle rainbows together.

Rainbows are caused by unicorn tears. That is why they invoke such strong emotions in us. The rainbow has been adopted since the beginning of time as a symbol for hippies, nature lovers, greenies, and ALGOREites. The power of the rainbow can bring peace and harmony to the world. If enough of us put Rainbow Power stickers on the back of our VW bugs and buses, why there would be no more war, no more hunger and no more disease! A flower in the barrel of a gun will bring peace, through the power of the rainbow! Heck, make that a double !!

No, really a rainbow is just light refracting through the prism created by rain. We can see the visible spectrum in the sky. In much the same way you can see a "rainbow" in a puddle of gas or oil on the street, or in the spray of the hose. Below is a picture of a whale creating a rainbow with his blowhole. One interesting fact, you can only see a rainbow in the morning or afternoon when the rays of the sun hit the water at an angle.

No unicorns cried when creating this post, but I did see a cool double rainbow Wednesday night.

June 29, 2006

Dear Captain Scarlett

Thank you for your reply on my post about spammers. I am a little slow to respond, I have a life outside of the basement to attend. I would like to say I value your contribution, but I am not in the habit of lying to imbeciles. I am confident the sarcasm quotient would make your head explode into cat chow sized pellets. One of these missiles might punch a hole in your blow-up doll.

Here is your literary masterpiece in its entirety:

Some fags with just a few words let you know you wouldnt even want to be in the same room with them. Fucking loser!
Captain Scarlet | 06.27.06 - 9:35 am | #

I do not possess the vocabulary to describe how little it bothers me to discover you would not like to be in the same room with me. What is the matter, the description hit a little too close to home? I know you are angry, did your Mom forget to buy you Cocoa Puffs this week? Which part of my analysis bothered you so much -- the little dick part, or the dressing in high heels? Maybe you are upset you could not make it to the Star Trek Convention this month? Did your sister find out about your fetish for stuffed animals and sports mascots and rat you out? Did your video game chair short? Did you drop your Victoria's Secret catalogue into the toilet while trying to find your tiny member in order to masturbate?

Gosh, that last sentence of your comment, since it lacked a verb, was that a description of you? Is it part of your signature?

Fucking loser! Captain Scarlett

If so, I am sorry I did not include that wonderful honorific in the title of this post. Here is a piece of advise -- usually one does not include an exclamation point when using a title. The Honorable Doctor! Marcus Welby just does not look right. But hey, you are the Fucking Loser!, so do not let me be the arbiter of taste. I may not be up to snuff on titles or honorifics these days.

"Some fags" say you. You seem to know an awful lot about what fags think. Do you mean "fags" as in a British slang for cigarettes? Do you mean the perjorative for homosexual? Do you just like to say the word because it is short and you do not have to wrap your tongue around your buck teeth to say multisyllabic phonemes? Are speaking for all fags, or just you?

I had to use just a few words, otherwise it would be too complicated for your undeveloped brain to understand. It is a good thing for you I type slowly, you might be able to keep up. In the end, you are right. With just a few words you have proven I would not like to be in the same room with you. I prefer intelligent conversation. Stop by again, I value all of my readers and enjoy the comments I get.

Best Regards Mofo,

Hoosierboy

Uberman


The little one dragged me off last night to see the new Superman movie. We attended the late show, so I am a bit groggy this morning.

The movie was OK, about what I expected. As usual the whole dual nature of Superman/Clark Kent is unbelievable. Superman is gone for five years. Clark is gone for five years. The day Clark returns to the Daily Planet, Superman returns. "Wow, what a coincidence" say the coworkers. Well, they do not even make the connection. Kevin Spacey is terrific as Lex Luthor.

Anyway, something that happened at the beginning of the movie ticked me off enough that I could not really enjoy the film. I will admit, I am of a paranoid bent. But how far does Hollywood go in their hatred of patriotism and America? The editor of the Daily Planet (surprised based on the NYT) has called a big meeting to tell all departments to get the story on Superman's return. He says "Does he still represent Truth, Justice, and that other stuff?"

Good gravy (ha - no swearing in this post!)the writers and directors and Hollywood crowd just cannot bring themselves to say it -- Superman has ALWAYS promoted Truth, Justice and the American Way.. Hollywood cannot deal with that truth. My friends, that is a sad reality.

Dear Mrs. Goldbloom

You KNOW the answer. BECAUSE THEY CAN!

June 28, 2006

Ask Hoosierboy edition 2.

It is time for another addition of Ask Hoosierboy. This is where you the reader get to choose the content of this blog. Ask me anything and I will give you an answer. Need help with that research paper? Do you not understand an issue of politics or history? Do you have sports questions? Is there an aspect of the HB's personal life you need to know in the fashion of the National Enquirer? I have always set as a personal goal the ability to discuss in an intelligent fashion any subject, any time (seriously). This is your opportunity to put that ability to the test.

Why do I temp fate with this exciting program? Well, I want to make you, the reader, happy. I want you to get the vital info about life in general, and HB in particular, you can find no where else (unless you know Otter, who will burn me at the drop of a hat, or for the price of a beer!). Secondly, I have drawn a blank for posts, I can only bitch and rant for so long.

Submit your questions now.


edit:

I already have a question about the great Sioux uprising of 1890. DO NOT make me write about that!

Just a bit outside...

The regular season for baseball is now over. We ended with a perfect 0-13 record. Good riddance.

The little one's all-stars goes into full swing beginning this weekend, so weekend blogging will be light. Hahahahaa, like I ever do more than post a picture or cartoon. This team is VERY good and could be playing for a long time. As long as they do not get too cocky, and play every inning they could be successful. I know this bores you, but it is about all I have going on except work.

The customer I talked about below called me and apologized yesterday. All is good, all is right now. Persistence pays off. So does threatening to cease production.

It appears we are in a Florida weather pattern. It is hot and humid every day with rain every afternoon and evening. I hope it breaks by the weekend.

June 26, 2006

The HB Flag is at half mast

Many will be more eloquent. Many knew him, me just through his blog. It was the opening of his soul in his archives nearly two years ago that lead me to begin this humble site. I remember reading day after day hour after hour the saga of the divorce, the firing, the pain as his son deserted him, the joy in his daughter, the drinking, Costa Rica. Every day he let us glimpse his life his soul, but only what he wanted us to see. He crafted sentences and stories that rivaled his hero, Mr. Twain. The hurt, the pain, the life finally got him down.

I will miss the first read in my daily travels through the blog world. No disrespect to Maddox, but on many days Gutrumbles was the best page in the universe.

Peace Acidman.

I feel like all I do is rant...

The New York Times has again done all it can to destroy our efforts on the war on terror. Nothing has changed for this left wing - hate ANY Republican President - hire liars and plagiarist as reporters - piece of toilet paper rag since they published the Pentagon Papers. Releasing classified documents that hurts our nation is the MO of this paper. Hide behind the First Amendment, then abet treason is nothing more than we should expect.

I find it funny the NYT freaked about about the Plame "leak" even though it was public record she worked for the CIA, yet this same paper covers up truly devastating leaks. The number of people that knew this bank probe was going on are few. I say we grill the Intelligence Committee members and staffers. If we find that one of our elected officials leaked this information, in violation of an oath of secrecy, the offending person(s) should be publicly executed. I am not kidding.

Listen, if you are not calling or receiving calls from the Midwest or from known and suspected terrorist, you have no fear the "Government" is listening to your calls. If you are not sending or receiving funds from the Midwest or from suspected terrorists, the "Government" is not examining your bank records. The same liberals who are screaming about intrusive government in the War on Terror seem to have no issue with drunk driving and seatbelt checkpoints. Can anyone explain that logic?

June 25, 2006

Die, you sick mofos

What is the difference between a crazed crack whore who breaks your windows, crawls into your house and spray paints her crazy, crackwhore shit on your walls and a fat, acne ridden, comic book reading, blowup doll fucking, dog turd eating, 40-year old loser, living in his Mom's basement with two cats that he forces to lick his milk soaked balls, asshole spammer that gets his jollies infecting your computer with viruses, dickwad?

That is the longest sentence you will ever read from this poor blog writer from the Hemingway school. Let me try again. If it is illegal to break into my house and trash it, why is it legal to send viruses that infect my computer? My kids have again infected one of my computers with a virus (actually several, only one remains) a nefarious infectious Trojan that is sunk deep in my operating system. I will get it, but I have already spent hours working on this bastid. Like the mondo worm I had before, we will have to run tool after tool to get rid of it.

Why can't we prosecute the perpetrators of these attacks? They are invading my personal property intent on destruction. What is the difference? If I broke into your car and spray painted Hillary for President on your dashboard I would be prosecuted (and probably shot). Is forcing my computer to your website any different? I find both offensive. Is breaking your window and throwing into your living room hundreds of handbills for sex houses and child porn illegal? Why is it Ok to do that to my virtual mailbox?

Here's to you Mr. Spammer, Mr. Virus sender -- rot in Hell after dying a slow painful death of a mutant form of mad cow disease you contracted by giving your neighbor's collie a blowjob. I hope your dick falls off in your Cheeto-stained fingers (assuming you can find it with a pair of jewelers tweezers). I wish you get kidney stones the size of boulders. I hope you trip going up the stairs wearing your Mom's old high heels and break your puny pencil-neck. I hope you choke on your Hot Pocket. I hope the pizza burns the roof of your mouth. I hope you hang yourself while trying that crazy autoerotic asphyxiation while jacking-off thing. I hope you get the plague from the bites of fleas living in the rolls of fat on your unwashed body. I hope you die alone -- surrounded and consumed by the hatred of the innocent people you have preyed upon.

Keep it up and I will get really pissy about this.

weekend funny

June 23, 2006

Hear that slamming noise?

That noise heard 'round the blog world was my arteries slamming shut. I just enjoyed a fine luncheon of Spam and Kraft macaroni and cheese. The Spam I fried and put on white bread with mustard, the mac and cheese was the sauce kind. Does that make it better? The true sin here is this is the second time this week I have had Spam for lunch.

I am a little pissed today. I am not down on just the Islamofascists, the Democrats, the weather, or the Cubs, but I am really pissed at one of my customers. This guy approached me early last month to increase our business significantly, if we would offer a long term agreement and some concessions on price. The powers said yes, the customer said hurry and we offered it all up in about two weeks. We gave him everything he asked, and ramped up production to begin shipping in August. This is a huge increase in parts. Boucoup inventory. We have not heard from him since. He will not return phone calls, pages, emails, anything. When I threatened that we would stop production, he sent a terse two sentence email asking if we want out of the deal.

I tried calling etc., and answered with an as-kissing email about how we value him, etc., and just need some communication on where we stand. The response from the customer:


That is right, chirp fucking chirp, nothing. I threatened to show up in his lobby. Chirp chirp. I am at a loss. I know the customer is always right, but is it too much to ask for a 2 minute phone call or email saying "yep, move on supplier"? I guess I will drive the 2.5 hours each way next week to plant my ass in the lobby and wait to see if he will see me. That is rude, and I have never gone to a customer without an appointment. This is a multi-million dollar account and I have to straddle a fine line of getting the answers my management demands, and pissing off the customer for all time. We are making this buyer look good with the savings, but he is making me look bad because I cannot get answers from him.

Screw it, it is almost beer time.

Up on the Merry-Go-Round

Once again our intrepid law enforcement officials have caught suspected terrorists in our midst. I have no doubt there is strong evidence.

Like the herd of terrorists caught in Buffalo, the bombers in London, and the bunch in Toronto, the suspects in Miami are home-grown haters of western ways. They have all the advantages of modern medicine, science, and technology. They are not denizens of third world hell holes seeking paradise. These are haters, bent on destruction, pain and death to any who happen to be nearby. If the reports and suspected plans are true, I think we can all agree these are scum, rats fit only for a quick death to enjoy hell with Hitler, Stalin, and Mussawri.

What twists the minds of ordinary humans to turn them into animals? So far there is only the common basis of religion. Once again the suspected terrorists all are believers in the faith of Islam. What mad-cow like properties does this religion possess that infects the brain and turns adherents into crazed killers of women, children, and all who do not believe as they do? Like mad-cow disease, not all Muslims are affected, but they could be at any time. Do we need to adopt the policy we take when a diseased cow is found -- destroy the herd? I hope not.

I expect we will get the same tired crap from Muslims like CAIR that we are unfairly depicting their religion, about discrimination, etc. The fact remains that it is not Christians and Buddhists blowing up buildings and planting car bombs near schools. It is time for the House of Islam to do a spring cleaning. Funding for the militant sects must be cut, there needs to be loud and firm declarations that the ends do not justify the means, that jihad is not the way. I need to see demonstrations for peace, for an end to the violence. Until then my faith grows every day that every Muslim is my enemy, a potential terrorist willing to follow the words of the Koran to the letter: the infidel must convert, or die. The followers of Mohammed are my enemy, the enemy of my country, and the enemy of the world. It is time we say it and believe it.

June 22, 2006

Chicago Sucks

Well, just the highway system; I like the windy city itself. The nightmare that is southbound 294 to I 80 eastbound -- will it ever be done? The half finished toll plazas appear no closer to complete that they did two months ago. I guess it will be better when it is finished, but traveling through and around Chicago is driving misery.

June 21, 2006

Today's Music

If you have read past posts you know I have some eclectic tastes in music. I am mostly stuck in the 1970's. I deleted all of the Sinatra and Dean Martin off the iPod over the weekend because they screwed the vibe I was in when listening to the songs on "shuffle" Saturday morning: Cream, Jethro Tull, Yes, The Pink Floyd, then Sinatra did not cut the mustard.

I bought two new CDs on Saturday. The Clash (a compilation of greatest hits) and The Blues Brothers -- A Briefcase full of Blues. Who knows how much I will listen to either, but sometimes you are just in the mood for '80's punk and pop.

Ruuuuuubber Biiiiiscuit -- bow bow bow.

Some people are too stupid to live

If you have spent any time at all reading this site, you know my feelings about intrusive government. I have maintained the position that seatbelt laws and helmet laws are just plain wrong. As a responsible adult if you are too stupid to wear a seatbelt or a helmet when riding a motorcycle then that is your perogative. For the record, I do not move the car from the driveway without clicking the seatbelt.

I do believe that child restraint laws are a good idea. Sometimes we need to protect children from their parent's stupidity. Here is a perfect example. Not only was this trash to ignorant to put the TEN MONTH OLD and other five children into car seats and seat belts, she did not even have seats in her van! This woman deserves NO second chance, her kids should be taken away forever. She is clearly too dumb to raise a family.

June 20, 2006

HB's Rules to live by

I am sick of the whining and law suits and the imbecilic predilection of certain segments of our society looking at the Government to nanny them through life. We can go a long way to eliminating the Democrat Party if the general population will follow these rules of thumb. Like any ROT, most of these are common sense for most of us, but clearly there are people who need to be told the basics.

1. Any food that contains a variant of the word "fry" is probably fattening and should not be eaten if you are concerned about fat, cholesterol, or your weight. Some examples would include french FRIES or Kentucky FRIED chicken. Drop the bucket, drop the weight, drop the lawsuit, dumbass.

2. Any food that contains the word "double" is probably not good for you. Examples include DOUBLE quarter pounder, DOUBLE cheese, DOUBLE beef patties.

3. Any food or drink that contains whipped cream or cream or chocolate or caramel is probably fattening and not good for you. This would include ice CREAM, and drinks at Starbucks that include cream, whipped cream, sugar and caramel or chocolate syrups. Again, get your head out of your ass, drop the protests and move along. NO one told you to order the fattening stuff.

4. If you have a leak in your pipes, the first step is to shut off the water. Similarly, if we have an issue with immigration the first step is to close the border.

5. If you denounce the country, say patriotism is stupid, and make fun of your core customers, you should not be surprised at the lack of support -- get it dizzy chicks? NO one says you cannot have anti-US beliefs, but we do not have to agree.

6. Do you remember when the school bully beat you up, took your lunch and left you hanging from the fence by the elastic waist of your tighty-whities? Did giving him your lunch money stop the swirlies? Well, Democrats, giving the bullies of the world our lunch money will not stop the bullying. Appeasement NEVER works. I would have thought Jimmah Carter would have been given enough red-bellies and snuggies in his life he would have figured that out by now. That plan worked well in North Korea didn't it?

7. If you smoked since 1972 when warnings went on the packs, you have no right to a lawsuit unless you can demonstrate you cannot read. If you cannot read you deserve no money because you are too stupid to take advantage of the opportunities of life. There is no argument on this about addiction etc., because you were warned before you smoked the first cigarette. For cripes sake, cigarettes were called coffin nails in the 1920's! Any time you suck smoke into your lungs it cannot be good, anyone who smoked the first cancer stick knows that.

8. Lawyers out trolling for victims are the lowest of the low. I include those who are ambulance chasers and those who troll for victims of Asbestos, and breast implants. Just because you lived in the same zip code as a factory that used asbestos, or walked by the plant does not entitle you to a settlement. The lawyers have bankrupted thousands of companies through the asbestos lawsuits. The same is true of the suits against Dow for the silicone breast implants. Studies now show there was no danger -- whoops -- sorry about destroying your company.

9. Fake boobies are never as good as real ones. You will likely be sorry for that tattoo, and nose, eyebrow, lip, tongue and other piercings are just gross. I am not alone in this. If you have tattoos all over your arm and metal poles in your eyebrow I do not want you serving my food. No reason, but I will not be back, Mr. Restaurant owner.

10. Anti-smoking laws are bullshit. By what right does the Government have to tell a private citizen what to do on his private property? If smoke annoys you (it does me) then DO NOT PATRONIZE THAT RESTAURANT OR BAR. The great aspect of capitalism is the market will determine success. If there is a demand for smokeless eateries, the public will beat a path to that establishment.

There are plenty more ROT but libtards do not read this site, and the rest of you have common sense. Oh, and red rover and dodgeball are fun, shut up and play.

June 19, 2006

Roll Alabama Roll

One of my favorite Civil War songs details the sinking of the Rebel Scum / Privateer, CSS Alabama by the USS Kearsarge on this date in 1864. The Alabama was sunk of the coast of Cherbourg and the survivors were rescued by British ships, an act in violation of Maritime Law, and quite possibly a deliberate act of war by the Limey Bastards. Of course the British built and equipped the raider in violation of their neutrality. Here are the lyrics:

1. In eighteen-hundred and sixty-one, Roll, Alabama, roll!
This ship's building was begun, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

2. When the Alabama's keel was laid, Roll, Alabama, roll!
It was laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

3. It was laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird; Roll, Alabama, roll!
It was laid in the town of Birkenhead. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

4. At first she was called "the Two-Ninety-Two, "Roll, Alabama, roll!
For the merchants of the city of Liverpool Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

5. Put up the money to build the ship Roll, Alabama, roll!
In hopes of driving commerce from the sea. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

6. Down the Mersey ways she rolled then; Roll, Alabama, roll!
Liverpool fitted her with guns and men. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

7. Down the Mersey she rolled one day, Roll, Alabama, roll!
And across the Western she plowed her way. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

8. From the Western Isles she sailed forth, Roll, Alabama, roll!
To destroy the commerce of the North. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

9. To fight the North Semmes did employ Roll, Alabama, roll!
Ev'ry method to kill and destroy. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

10. The Alabama sailed for two whole years, Roll, Alabama, roll!
Took sixty-five ships in her career. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

11. With British guns, oh, she was stocked; Roll, Alabama, roll!
She sailed from Fayal; in Cherbourg she docked. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

12. To Cherbourg port she sailed one day Roll, Alabama, roll!
To take her count of prize money. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

13. But off Cherbourg the Kearsarge lay tight, Roll, Alabama, roll!
With Cap'n Winslow spoilin' for a fight. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

14. The Kearsarge with Winslow was waiting there, Roll, Alabama, roll!
And Semmes challenged them to fight at sea. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

15. Many a sailor lad foresaw his doom, Roll, Alabama, roll!
When the Kearsarge, it hove in view. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

16. 'Twas a ball from the forward pivot that day, Roll, Alabama, roll!
Shot the Alabama's steerin' gear away. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

17. 'Twas outside the three-mile limit they fought, Roll, Alabama, roll!
And Semmes escaped on a fine British yacht. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

8. On June nineteenth, eighteen sixty-four, Roll, Alabama, roll!
They sent the Alabama to the cold ocean floor. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!

19. The Kearsarge won; the Alabama so brave Roll, Alabama, roll!
Sank to the bottom, to a watery grave. Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!


The tune I like best is a little faster and different than that presented on that site.

Monday

Some days you wake up ready to face the world. Today the air is heavy with humidity, a pregnant cow of a day. The clouds are low and dark, rain in the air and on the gray horizon. Fog and haze dims the view of the lake.

I am tired, not ready for the day, no gumption. If I were a kid, I would have tried to tell my mom I was sick, it would not have worked.

I do not feel like sleeping, the idea of TV or reading bores me. For the first time in a long time, I do not feel like working. It is a dreary day and it fits my early-morning mood.

June 18, 2006

Memed

JT has dropped a meme on me. Since I am an asshole, I rarely play along, but this one is simple and easy.
What sitcom character would you like to be when/If you ever grow up?

The answer, after about 37 seconds of deep thought, is Andy Taylor. (surely you do not need a link?)

Andy always knew how to handle every situation. He was the perfect parent for young Opie. I wish I had all the answers, or at least a team of writers giving me the words, when dealing with my kids. It seems I am always solving problems the wrong way, resorting to yelling when I should be hugging, anger instead of patience. Yep, I wish I was old Andy. My dad once told me being a parent was the hardest job he ever had. I have to agree. It is also the most rewarding.

Breakfast of Champions

Today for breakfast I had three slices of bacon, a large glass of Minute Miad Orange Juice, a cup of coffe and a piece of licorice.

What did you have?

Weekend Funny



Happy Fathers day to all you Dads out there, especially mine.

June 16, 2006

I am back

Thanks Otter for filling in, I owe you several beers, I know.

I spent part of the week in beautiful Tulsa this week. The whole business trip was a goat rodeo, that is all that can be said. I did see Jerry's favorite restaurant, Taco Bueno, but I did not eat there, we went to a place called Cowboy Sharkey's instead. Oklahoma is also the original home of my blogger friend GuyK. I have to say everyone I met there was great.

We have the last baseball game for the rec league tomorrow, a raindate from last Saturday. There is a good chance I will keep my "perfect" record as a manager this year. Root for the team! We have the first game of the tourney on Monday. At least all-stars is starting, it gives the little one something to look forward to!

Here is a picture of a funny mailbox sent to me from a friend. Happy Anniversary!

I have a whole bunch to share with you as well as more from my German friend.

Otter's Daily Quip

Don't worry ye ole' fans of Fat in Indiana - Hoosierboy will be back tomorrow and have that heavy reading and debating that goes on, but until then...


A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"

"About 32," is the reply.

"Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.

The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."

The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.

He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra.
Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."

They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.

After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am I?"

He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, "Madam, you are 50."

Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could you tell?"

The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"

"I promise I won't." she says.

"I was behind you in line at McDonald's."

June 15, 2006

Otter's Daily Quip

An employee calls their boss one morning telling him that they are staying home because they are not feeling well.
“What’s the matter?” asks the boss.
“I have a case of anal glaucoma” they reply.
“What the hell is ‘anal glaucoma’?”
“I can’t see my ass coming to work today!”

June 14, 2006

Otter's Daily Quip

An eighty-three year old lady finished her annual physical examination, whereupon the doctor said, "You are in fine shape for your age, but tell me, do you still have intercourse?"
"Just a minute, I'll have to ask my husband" she said.
She went out to the reception room and said: "Bob do we still have intercourse?"

Bob answered impatiently,
"If I told you once, I told you a thousand times...

We have Blue Cross!

June 12, 2006

I hope he lived with serious pain

The Indianapolis Star reports that notorious pig-fucker Zarqawi lived for 52 minutes after the airstrike. I can only hope he was in terrific pain. I hope his bleeding lungs and internal injuries caused him immense suffering. I hope he prayed for death. The good thing, for those of us with a Christian religious bent, we can believe that camel kisser is now in hell suffering pains that makes those he experienced on Earth mere paper cuts. Good riddance.

Ok, I bought some coffee


I have mellowed out a little. Coffee helps. This is from my good buddy and favorite German.

Die you mooselimbs

Day five without coffee. I am feeling a little mean. I am not trying to quit or anything, I just forgot to get some while I was at the store, and I am too lazy to make a special trip to get more.

Some Islamic nutjobs died while doing their neck stretching exercises at Gitmo. I guess I should be upset -- boo fucking hoo. Hand me a Kleenex, will you? Now the Euroweenies, the Islamoturds, and the Democrats (and that asshat Arlan Specter) are all crying about how we need to shut down the place. I am going to try and 'splain this one more time, Lucy -- WE ARE AT WAR. These are people who fought against us -- The United States of America. They are prisoners of war. We do not have to have a trial. We do not have to let them go. To be more precise, these are enemy combatants caught attacking us out of uniform -- that makes them spies and we could have executed them on the spot.

Does anyone realize that some of these guys went to meet the virgins by their own hand because they were slated to be returned to their own countries? Good God, do you politicians have any idea how you are destroying our country by always siding with the enemy? It is not automatic good journalism to assume the US is always wrong, it makes you a fucktard. Move to anywhere else, please.

I say we make a suitable length of rope standard issue at Gitmo -- if these murdering bastards don't kill themselves, maybe they will hang each other. We can only hope.

June 9, 2006

Friday fashion tips

Need a good laugh to round out what has been a lousy week? Do you need some humor in your sad lonely life? Do you just hate spammers in general? Go here and be amused.

Tell him I sent you. Go on do it...who does not need some laughs on a Friday?

How do I look?


I got a new haircut yesterday. What do you think?

June 8, 2006

Eat your heart out!


I know many of you of a certain age are going to be VERY jealous of the old Hoosierboy, especially you, Otter. I got an early Father's Day gift last night when the wife bought the entire first season DVD of Rat Patrol.

We need some of these bad boys out killing desert rats today!

I watched two episodes last night. The action is good and the theme song is still great! Bwhahahaha, eat your heart out.

Islam is a cancer, or is it a virus?

Go read the GOC, this is how you write a rant. More importantly, he is right, and we all need to say it. As I have said before when I made similar comments (but not as well written), prove me wrong.

Berkeley University responds!

I received this Email yesterday:

Dear Mr. Hoosierboy,

Thank you for taking the time to send the department your comments about the History 7B podcasts. I've forwarded your comments to Professor Burns.

Hopefully you will continue listening to our podcasts as we are planning on expanding and revising the podcasted course offerings in the fall.

Sincerely,
Andrew Keating
Department of History

Hoosierboy
wrote:

I recently downloaded the podcasts of the History 7B lectures as given by Jennifer Burns. As a student of History, I looked forward to the series.

I am aghast at the quality of the lectures from a renowned university. I am not discussing the bias inherent in the lectures, that is a perception of the listener, but rather the factual discrepancies from Ms. Burns.

The Black Hills are located in South Dakota, not Nebraska. George Custer did not discover gold in the Black Hills, nor did he mine it. The Battle of Little Big Horn was in 1876, not 1874. The battle was in Montana, not the Black Hills. President Grant did not appoint a group of Christian Religious leaders to oversee Indian Affairs in 1890, he was quite dead at that time. Similarly, William Henry Harrison took no position on the issues of Hawaii in the 1890's for the same reason.

These are just a few examples found in the first two lectures I downloaded. If this is an example of the History Department at Berkeley, I am glad my daughter attends Butler University.

Hoosierboy
Shelbyville, IN

June 7, 2006

What double standard?

If this were to happen in reverse, you would be hearing about it from every radio, TV and rooftop. The pages at the DU would be on fire, and KOS would have such a hissy fit he would choke on his own bile. It happens to a Republican and nary a word. Can someone again find the evidence of no media bias?

Culture of Corruption, indeed.

Berkeley Lectures

I tried to email Jennifer Burns at Berkeley to tell her how she is cheating her students by giving bad facts, but the email was returned as undeliverable. It could be the system blocks anyone not from the Berkeley campus. Maybe they fired her.

I emailed the head of the history department and let him know what his instructors are teaching. Again, I have concerns with the liberal content, but I am most disturbed we have a lecturer in history that has so little actual knowledge of "facts". I will keep you informed.

June 6, 2006

Lest we forget


Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!
You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have
striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The
hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you.
In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on
other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war
machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of
Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.

Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well
equipped and battle hardened. He will fight savagely.

But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of
1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats,
in open battle, man-to-man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their
strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home
Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions
of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men.
The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to
Victory!

I have full confidence in your courage and devotion to duty and skill in
battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory!

Good luck! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great
and noble undertaking.


SIGNED: Dwight D. Eisenhower

If it weren't for bad luck...

I was walking through the woods, the smell of the black spruce and the sound of the wind through the aspen reflected the glory of Mother Nature. I crossed a small brook, the water swirling among the rocks and came around a bend in the trail to a small meadow. The edges of the glade were choked with huge blackberry bushes. The berries were as big as my thumb and sweet as candy. Soon my hands and face were purple with juice.

I reached up high on a bush for a particularly succulent berry and suddenly smelt a horrid odor. I wrinkled my nose as I heard a grunt and rustle behind me. I turned to see a huge bear rising to his hind legs with a tremendous growl and roar. He swiped his left paw towards my head. I remembered an old Boy Scout lesson that said to play dead in the face of a bear attack and I fell to the ground motionless.

My mom always said I was good actor. I can tell you Burton and Brando had nothing on me that day. Jack Nicholson would have asked me for lessons, even if it meant skipping a Lakers game. I was barely breathing as that bear pushed at me with his claws and sniffed my neck. He breathed his putrid breath in my face as I was the greatest corpse ever. The bear shuffled off a few feet to feast on my berry patch, occasionally returning to make sure I was still dead.

I was as good a corpse as you have ever seen still breathing. Maybe, I realized, I was too good, as I felt the claws sink into my legs and the sharp beaks of the buzzards ripped into the flesh above my kidneys.

June 5, 2006

Naked Blogging

Good morning, and a beautiful Monday it is. I am up early, I am on my way to Southern Illinois for the day. I took the trash out already, took a quick look at the wife's flowers and they all look great.

We had all star baseball tryouts yesterday, the little one played pretty well. I did not go back later to watch any games, a day off from baseball was in order. I did some weed killing, and plant feeding instead.

I listened to another of the Berkeley lectures yesterday, this one on the Spanish American War. I was very surprised to hear of President William Henry Harrison's response to the revolt in Hawaii. He only died about 70 years prior to Queen Lilluokalani's reign! Now this lecture series has become like a bad movie, I cannot quit listening to see what historical abortion I hear next. I will have several hours in the car to get my fix.

Have a great Monday.

June 3, 2006

The state of education

One of the cool things about having super fast broadband is the ability to easily download music and such from the internet. I was goofing around yesterday on iTunes and found free downloads in the podcast section from the History 7B course at Berkeley. The downloads are the actual lessons to the introductory history class and covers post Civil War to Present. The course is lectured by one Jennifer Burns.

Being a student of history, and the price was right, I downloaded several of the lectures to my iPod. Since I am no longer in school, I only have to listen to the lectures I want, so I skipped the Reconstruction lectures. I chose to listen to the "Conquest of the West" lecture first. Since the course is from Berkeley, I expected the lecture to lean to the left politically. I do not want to get into historiography here, the point of this post is different. To be honest, the fact the lecture was from a liberal bent does not bother me. Students will find their own way politically, regardless the teachings and lectures they get in schools and universities. There are too many college educated conservatives for this to not be true.

I am bothered, and so should the parents who are paying a significant sum of money to have their children educated at Berkeley, with the factual errors in the lecture. For instance the US Government did not have a "huge standing army they had to do something with after the war" Burns says that this huge army was sent west where "as we know, anytime you move in the army tensions increase and that starts trouble." By her definition, if we had not sent in the "huge standing army" the Indians would have been peace-loving Gaia worshipers living in harmony with their fellow man. First, the Federal Army was not large, even during the Civil War. The bulk of both armies was comprised of the equivalent of the National Guard and militias. The armies were raised by the States and given to the Government for the duration. Most of the army was mustered out by 1866.

Some of the more aggrevious factual errors are basic knowledge Ms Burns should have learned in middle school. The idea that a PhD in History does not know that the Black Hills are in South Dakota, not Nebraska is appalling. In addition, Custer did not discover gold in the Black Hills, nor did he mine it. The Battle of Little Big Horn was in 1876, not 1874. Custer's Seventh Cavalry (BTW, MS Burns it is not pronounced cal-vary)was not "wiped out to the man" by 12,000 Sioux. He lost only about half his troops (those that went with him to the far side of the encampment) and the battle was not fought in the Black Hills. The US Army did not pursue Crazy Horse into Canada after the Battle. In addition, President Grant did not appoint a group of religious leaders to oversee Indian affairs in 1890. Grant was not President in 1890, in fact he was significantly involved in other pursuits at that time -- he was dead (1885).

You get the idea. I will not even get into the plain wrong ideas she gives regarding reservations, the five civilized tribes, the US policy regarding Indians, the Ghost Dance, Geronimo, and the often disabused notion that the Indians were guardians of nature, and they used the whole buffalo to feed their people. Clearly much of Burns' lecture and knowledge of the West comes from the "Memoirs of Chief Red Fox", known for decades to be a complete fabrication.

One can read post after post in blogs decrying the state of education in this country. If this lecture is representative of the quality of education offered at Berkeley, I will have to agree. I have several more lectures downloaded, they are entertaining. I am glad I have the knowledge to know what is fact and what is just plain wrong. I hope Ms Burns' students do too.

June 2, 2006

Doo dee doo doo, doo dee doo doo


First this analysis. Now this news story sends chills up my spine.

Be afraid, very afraid.

Fat Friday

I am in a better humor today. It is Friday and the weekend weather looks good. We have to opportunity to loose another ball game, my record as a manager remains perfect.

Am I the only one who finds it interesting that the Spelling Bee is in Hi-Def on ESPN, but the Indy 500 was not? I really do not care about either event, but the contrast is fascinating.

We have had two nights of nice soaking rains, good for the flowers. It looks like the weekend will be nice.

My battles with Mother Nature continue. At least two huge bull frogs (4 inches across)have taken residence on my bank. I think the only way to get rid of them is to have them eaten by a snake. Of course if a snake moves in I am moving out. I hate those legless bastards. I guess the croaking mating call of the frog is a better option. When the croaking stops I know I can get pissed knowing the frog is getting laid and I am not. That makes me angry and depressed again -- cycles of life, readers.

Have a good weekend.

June 1, 2006

Thirsty Thursday

My disgust for all things political has reached the boiling point. A Congressman has been apparently caught taking bribes. These swarmy politicos can only complain because the law enforcement searched his office for incriminating evidence, using the same procedures they would for you and me. Our forefathers envisioned a citizen legislature, not lifetime career politicians. These asshats believe they are a priveledged class, they exempt themselves from employment laws that burden our nation's businesses. Now they think they are above the same laws as the rest of us?

These same politicians refuse to do the nation's will and protect our borders, punish employers of illegals, and close our borders. The President claims he is devoted to fighting the War on Terror, yet leaves our borders open for those hell-bent on destroying our country to enter through the back door. We stop Americans from carrying nail clippers onto planes, yet let anyone with cash and a gun come in through the back door.

The President says we should use English, yet the AG says that forcing such a law is unconstitutional and denies equal access. WTF? I guess the Germans, the Chinese, the Italians, the Poles and Czechs were all smarter than the Mexicans? The former ethnic groups and immigrants all managed to learn English and contribute to society without the benefit of ESL, free court interpreters and all government documents done in their native language. In my local Elementary school we have Japanese, immigrant children from India, Chinese, and Mexicans (Spanish or Hispanic -- calling them Mexicans is an insult I am told). The school newsletter is published in English and Spanish. I guess the other immigrants can manage in English, because I do not see a version in Chinese, Hindu or Japanese. Only the Spanish-speakers demand exceptions. Fuck them all I say. I was not raised to be a bigot -- but the circumstances of life are pushing me that way.

I am disillusioned. The Democrats and Republicans only want to have power, even if they destroy what is good about our country in the process. The media is a willing accomplice. A third party has NO CHANCE of being elected. Our only hope, and it is slight is to again push for term limits, to vote out EVERY SINGLE INCUMBENT. Of course, the elite have made it nearly impossible to vote out the incumbent -- thanks McCain!

I am not a doomsayer, an alarmist. I am a student of history. We are in the days of the fall of the American Empire. Not in my lifetime, but the American Ideal has been corrupted and destroyed. Jefferson and Adams would be dismayed at the state of our Government. I guess it was to much to ask that we have Representatives who serve and vote for the best interests of the Nation, not the party. Washington, the consummate politician of his day foretold the devastating effects of political parties. We did not heed. Of course we do not learn that history in the schools of today.

Before us, only the Romans had a greater effect on the societies of the world. The Romans dominate the globe militarily, politically and culturally. The Roman coin was the currency of commerce. Roman dress and entertainment was the vogue in the far corners of the Empire. The might of the Roman army was evident from Britain to Germany to Persia to India to the Sahara of North Africa and all points between. Until Rome began to fill the army with foreigners, the might of Rome was unequalled for a millennia.

Today America stands supreme. Our military is dominant. The dollar remains the world currency. Our culture, our movies, our music dominate the world. Yet like the Romans our Senators (and Representatives) believe they are part of a "ruling class" and are above the law. Many in this nation who vote agree. Polls tell us many think the Kennedy's are above the law, Representative Jefferson from La believes he is. Corruption and self interest are poisoning the democratic process. We are actively recruiting in Mexico for our military (bet you did not know that). There have been instances where our troops cannot function in battle because the orders are given in English, yet the soldiers speak only Spanish.

Today I give up. I hang my head in despair. The country I love is on a path of destruction, and I do not know how to stop it. I am in retreat. Tomorrow I will gather strength, and begin to fight anew, but for today -- I give up. The fight is too hard, the forces arrayed against me are too strong. Love live America.
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