Goose gander

If Trump is responsible for the current riots and unrest, then isn’t it clear that Obama and Biden were responsible for the riots and unrest following Ferguson? 

Sleepy Joe needs to answer this question.

Be nice to the people who can spit in your food

This Sunday dawns bright and clear. It looks to be a gorgeous day. I will be cooped inside working my part-time hours at the big box. If you have never had the “pleasure”, retail is a real lesson in sociology. In short, some people are just jerks. The store where I work is situated on the edge of an old blue color town and the affluent suburbs of Indy that have expanded northward. Thus, I get the gamut from white trash to wealthy suburbanite. Usually, the white trash is nicer. I’ve been whistled for like a dog, given the “hey you” treatment, and berated because items aren’t in stock, usually by people who think of me as their domestic help. The good thing about required face masks is they cover the disdain I harbor for these rude people. 

The fact is most of the people I work with are good hard-working folk. They are retirees looking to supplement their income, people working second jobs, or young people starting out. Most want to do a good job. Few deserve the treatment that is heaped on them from a larger percent of the customers than you imagine. But I have to add that many interactions are with good, nice, and appreciative customers too; probably a majority fall in this category. It is the rude assholes that make the day long. There is a reason it’s called retail hell.

End of rant. I didn’t intend to go down that path when I started typing this morning. I had another topic in mind completely. That’s what happens when you click here, it is always, and I mean always, stream of consciousness. I might have a general idea of a topic, but I never plan or outline a post. If research is needed, I stop and do it. “Yes, Joe, we can tell”, is your likely response. So it goes. I might add, I rarely go back and edit beyond a hopeless and futile effort to fix spelling and grammar. 

If I wanted to be successful at this dying hobby I should probably work at it more. Think of it more as what you would get if we were to have a near daily conversation. Yeah, sadly this blog is a lot like talking to me direct with out my definitely not fit for radio voice. Sad ain’t it?

Have a great Saturday.

Make me smile

 

it is all about compartmentalism

It is probably a good thing it is another self-imposed no politics Friday, lest I write things I might regret at the up-coming hate crime show trials. 

I’m off to the doctor for my first in-person visit since winter and the pandemic early this morning. I hope is is a tad happier with me. I have tried hard to get my recalcitrant sugars into a manageable state the last few months. I admittedly was more than a little lax on my diet through much of the previous eight or nine months. I have proven to myself, and I hope to him, I really can manage with diet and a handful of pills every day. On the other hand, If I must go to the needle, then so it shall be. 

In other news, it may or may not rain. It doesn’t matter either way. 

I have a whole bunch of personal stuff I could cry about. I will spare you the details. It’s personal for a reason. We are going to have to make some very hard choices. None are pleasant or good or desirable. So it goes. No one ever said life was fair. Whining here won’t change anything.

You are welcome. 

It still can’t get used to the new blogger automatically double spacing when I hit “return”.

Anyway, have a great Friday.

Another one that will get me arrested for hate thoughts

Lynching, a form of violence in which a mob, under the pretext of administering justice without trial, executes a presumed offender, often after inflicting torture and corporal mutilation. The term lynch law refers to a self-constituted court that imposes sentence on a person without due process of law. Encyclopedia Britannica 

One of the most infamous symbols of racism and hate, according to reports, is the noose, since it represents the lynchings of Black People in the 19th and early 20th centuries.* 

LeBron and other NBA players refuse to play until there is justice for Jacob Blake and the police officer is held accountable. Do they not want an investigation? Do they just want to rush to judgement? Should we just go ahead and punish (or worse) the police officer?

Sounds a lot like a mob lynching to me.

*About 1/4 of lynchings from 1865 to 1941 were white people. Doesn’t make it right, but it wasn’t just a racist thing all of the time.

whole lotta nuthin’

It remains hot and most humid. I’m not the least surprised, it is still August. Rain was in the forecast as late as the eleven o’clock news. Now? Just clouds. If I were that bad at forecasting I would be unemployed. Oh wait. 

Never mind. 

I was told the granddaughter is sick and won’t be here this morning. I hear the wife doing her abolutions, plans must have changed. Yes, one of my few joys in life will be here soon.

In other news leftists are still burning and rioting. NBA players refuse to play. Ignorant jerks like me wonder what good that does? What do I know, I support neither anarchists nor Marxists, so I am a racist. Nor do I believe 1+2=5. I’m an old white male and have voted for exactly two Democrats in the last thirty years. Strike three on me.

The Cubs are fading fast. They are the Mario Andretti of the MLB. How in heck do you lose two out of three to the Tigers? Let me repeat: the Tigers. 

Sheesh.

How about against?

I read an article in Politico yesterday where left-learners lamented that the Republicans have no positions. They wondered what the Party stood for. Of course, everything the GOPers stood for was wrong, but they didn’t know what that was. 

I suppose we will learn this week what the Republican party’s agenda might be. In the meantime, I know what it does not stand for:

• Higher taxes
• More regulation 
• The Green New Deal
• More foreign oil
• Open borders
• Defunding police 
• More Chinese trade
• Reducing Second Amendment Rights
• Universal healthcare
• Reparations 
• Hate speech laws

The Democrats are in favor of these things and worse. Basically, if you think California and Oregon are the perfect societal models, you should vote Democrat. 

For me, this list is enough to vote for anyone without a (D) affiliation. Your opinion may vary. It will be wrong, but at least for now we are allowed to have differing opinions.

I’m not so sure after Kahhhhmelahhh stages her coup.

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 I intend to devote as much time watching the GOPers bloviate as I spent with the Jackass Party. Zip.

If you don’t want hurricane Marco to come ashore, quit shouting “Polo”.

The weekend was good,  yet for some reason I am in a crappy mood today. I’m sore, cranky, and half pissed off and I don’t know why. My inability to come up with a title to this lousy post ticks me off.

I hope you have a great day. I clearly have made other plans.

The Devil went to Church

 Satan appeared before a small town congregation. Everyone started screaming and running for the front church door, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away.

Soon everyone was gone except for an elderly gentleman who sat calmly.

Satan walked up to him and said, “Don’t you know who I am?”

The man replied, “Yep, sure do.”

Satan asked, “Aren’t you going to run?”

“Nope, sure ain’t,” said the man.

Satan asked, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

The man replied, “Been married to your sister for over 48 years.”

 

Like Romeo and Juliette

 Not feeling it this fine Saturday morning. There is lots of Life going on, but I’m not going to go there. The granddaughter has a soccer game this morning then I have a full closing shift at the big box. Otherwise, I have nothing of personal interest to report. 

Last year’s Cubs have returned, unable to score, hit, or prevent the opponents from doing the same. If the starting pitching cannot hold the score close then they roll over and submit. Even if they get some base runners, they cannot get the momentum to keep things going. That’s the problem with baseball in general these days, it is home run or strike out. There is no value in singles and doubles for many of the players. 

Back when the boy played in travel ball he had a coach that only liked the power hitters. That coach would fit in well with today’s baseball strategists. The boy had a batting average pushing .400, but couldn’t get playing time because he did not hit booming fly balls or home runs. More than once I heard the coach derisively call the boy a “slap hitter”. Unfortunately, that coach really disliked me for some reason and took out that animosity on the boy. Small town pettiness at its best.

As usual, I showed up here with nothing and managed to put letters into words. Not interesting ones, I agree, but a post-like substance nonetheless. 

How about a little music to round out this Saturday?

Have a great day.

Now there's revolution, but they don't know What they're fighting

Living in the past. 

Yeah, my life. 

I got an advanced copy

of Joe’s big speech at the Democratic Convention. 

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter: four score and seven years ago I had a dream, that we only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Ict bien ein Berliner. Thank you for the nomination.

The old plagiarist still has it.

Running on Empty

Biden is officially the Democrat nominee. A lifelong dream come true for him. And when I say lifetime, I mean it. Creepy Joe first started running for President back in the eighties. Even the ghost of William Jennings Bryant is muttering that enough is enough. Back in the days of big hair and shoulder pads Biden’s Presidential run was derailed by stealing a speech and passing it off as his own, in other words, plagiarism. 

The bottom line the dude has sucked at the taxpayer teat since 1973. I’m not positive he ever had a real job. Biden is the very definition of a career politician. Addled Joe wants us to believe everything is wrong and he must be elected, but his party controlled both houses of Congress for a big chunk of his long, long, long career.

If you want to go back to the glory days of the Obama years — an anemic economy, high taxes, overwhelming regulations, high gas prices, civil unrest, endless wars, and sucking up to the Chinese, then Biden is your man. 

Trying to pin Joe to a policy position s like trying to train amoeba to dance to Billie Jean. Biden will say anything to get elected. For it, against it, what do the polls say? And lest you “Me too” types forget, there are serious accusations Joe likes to take a hands on approach with his subordinates. I suspect all of you who were outraged over the Kavanagh affair will be protesting outside the Convention tonight. Believe All Women, amirite?

Chirp, chirp.

Updates

I edited the old blog roll. If I removed you by accident, let me know. If you want added, likewise let me know in the comments. 

lying liars and the lies they tell

The Democrats want us to believe that unless anyone who wants to can mail in a vote, regardless if they are eligible or not, the election will be fraudulent. Huh? Somehow the long-running financial troubles of the USPS has turned into a conspiracy to disenfranchise people of color. Huh? The USPS has the capacity to handle any number of ballots. They handle that volume every Christmas. They handle that volume every day already. And, just like your Christmas cards, if you mail your ballot at the last minute it might not arrive in time. That’s no evil Republican plot, it is reality.

If you can go to a grocery store, go to a restaurant, go to school, protest in the streets, then you can go to the polls on Election Day. There is nothing sinister in a community center, church, school, or firehouse that makes you more likely to catch the Wuhan Flu while voting. No matter what Michelle, never proud of her country, says, no one is trying to stop you from voting. 

What say we do some math? Don’t worry, I’m a history major so it will not be complicated. Say it takes two minutes to cast your vote. Assume 500 people vote at your precinct. That means it will take 1000 minutes total to cast all of the votes in a normal election. Today we might have to stand further apart while waiting to cast our ballot. So yes, the lines will be “longer” in terms of length. They may stretch down the block instead of just out the door, but only because people are standing further apart. It will still take two minutes each for five hundred people to vote, for a total of 1000 minutes. Nothing will change.

No one will need to put on comfortable shoes and bring their brown bag lunch and be prepared to spend all night to vote against the Bad Orange Man. Michelle is full of...hyperbole. It is an election, not a ticket line for a 1981 Bruce Springsteen concert. Get a grip.

One more thing. If polling places are being consolidated or closed, that is a local decision. The Feds are not now nor ever in charge of elections. Neither Orange Man Bad nor Cocaine Mitch have anything to do with it. In Indiana, for instance, elections are a county matter. If a polling place is closed in a minority neighborhood in Indianapolis, then the blame falls on the Democrats, who control Marion County. 

Will no one  in the media call out the blatant lies?

Death Bed Confessions

 Nearing the end of a hard life, old Ed was surrounded by his loved ones. As he sensed his final moment was approaching, he gathered all his strength and whispered:

“I must tell you my greatest secret.”

His family members were all ears, and urged him to go on.

“Before I got married, I had it all,” explained Ed.

“Fast cars, cute girls, and plenty of money. But a good friend warned me..

…‘Get married and start a family. Otherwise, no-one will be there to give you a glass of water to drink when you’re on your deathbed.’

“So I took his advice. I traded the girls for a wife, beer for baby food. I sold my Ferrari and invested in college funds. And now here we are…

“And you know what?”

“What?” Whispered the fascinated members of his family.

“I’m not even thirsty!”

The stuff that keeps me amused

I went to the Walmart Grocery/Market* to grab some spuds Sunday afternoon. Like all of the Walmart stores in this area, they had the temporary fence up to herd the customers into line. At the end of the fence was a lady in her Walmart vest, checking to make sure we were masked up. She had a stack of masks for those patrons who came unprepared.

She didn’t have a mask on.

*just groceries, not a full store 

There’s a port on a western bay

Shall we get the banal in right from the start? I worked all day Friday lifting, moving, dealing with the GenPop in all of their unpleasant ways. While we both may be masked, it is not necessary to get within inches of me when we are discussing your mouse-killing needs. You may be comfortable with closeness from your Sub-Continent upbringing. Me, I like plenty of space between us. When I back away it is social distancing, no need to step into the breach. Here is another hint. That guy/gal at your big box home center has no clue. They read the label just as you could. The TV ads might want you to think they are experts. They have just answered the same questions repeatedly. 

Yesterday we went to watch granddaughter #1 play soccer. It was hot and humid. Some friends came down for the evening. Laughs and euchre were on the schedule. 

Today, I’m going to throw a small pork shoulder on the smoker. Chunks of apple and hickory are already soaking to make a thick, hot smoke. I’m not sure what else we will have, maybe some homemade potato salad. 

I have had that song Brandy (you’re a fine girl) by the band Looking Glass stuck in my head for a week. Please, please make it stop.

There, you are all caught up on the mundane that makes for content around here. I hope you have a great Sunday.

I can dream

 

Not gonna happen though.

Outta here

 A woman, cranky because her husband was late coming home again, decided to leave a note, saying, “I’ve had enough and have left you…don’t bother coming after me”

Then she hid under the bed to see his reaction.

After a short while, the husband comes home and she could hear him in the kitchen before he comes into the bedroom.

She could see him walk towards the dresser and pick up the note.

After a few minutes, he wrote something on it before picking up the phone and calling someone.

“She’s finally gone…yeah I know, about time, I’m coming to see you, put on that …… French nightie. I love you…can’t wait to see you…we’ll do all the naughty things you like.”

He hung up, grabbed his keys and left.

She heard the car drive off as she came out from under the bed, seething with rage and with tears in her eyes.

She grabbed the note to see what he wrote.

“I can see your feet. We’re outta bread; be back in five minutes.”