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Monday, October 26, 2020

Waterboard Me, Please!

This recycled story is from November 2019, and will hopefully entertain you with a brief smile until a new posting next week.  Please enjoy.



 

My school grades one through eight were spent in a parochial institution of learning for wise guys.  Sure there were girls that attended classes with us, but they, too, were equally guilty of driving the teaching nuns crazy.

 

Back then we didn’t learn about having abortions or protesting civil matters or demanding action for climate change.  Rather, we studied such inane things as geography, history, arithmetic, foreign languages, art, and English.

 

We were expected to excel at all of these disciplines with the addition of homework that needed to be addressed at home, hence the name.  The main reason for this was to see how much our parents knew, and whether or not they would help us with these extracurricular assignments.

 

Two different times required me asking my parents for help; one was for my Polish class, the other was for my arithmetic class.

 

Since both my parents and grandparents spoke fluent Polish, their help was certainly instrumental in getting a good grade in that class.

 

It was during my arithmetic class, however, that nerves and familial ties were threatened.

 

My Dad was a machinist, by trade, who used fractions every day, all day.  My Mom was a housewife who excelled at taking care of the family, but didn’t need to know much about math except for making change and during cooking.

 

One day, I remember coming home from school with what I, in the third grade remember like I remember the thorough disciplinary beatings I received from my Dad.

 

We were trying to get though something called “fractions.”

 

It seems as though fractions are a way to test the cohesiveness of families, and secretly conduct a comprehensive analysis of the intelligence of a student’s immediate relatives.

 

After nearly sixty-years, I still recall that day just as if it was hours old.  Sister Agnes began drawing a circle on the blackboard.  As an aside, a blackboard was what us old relics wrote on before whiteboards were invented.

 

Sister Agnes made that circle nearly perfect before drawing a line straight down the middle; the class carefully duplicated her every move.

 

She turned toward the class and told us that each side was one-half.  She then turned away to secretly take a sip from what appeared to be a silver hip flask similar to that of my Grandpapa.

 

More lines were drawn and more sips were taken.  And with each line, the class became more baffled, to the point where we all needed a sip from that flask.

 

My crude circle with lines made its way home with me.  When my Dad finished his dinner, he asked how school was, and then asked the question for which he was sorry the rest of his life.

 

“Do you have any homework?”

 

After a few tears of failure streamed from my eyes, I produced the papers upon which the infamous circles and lines were scribbled.  “Fractions,” I whispered.

 

My Dad didn’t have much in the way of patience, so I knew this was going to be tough.

 

He produced fresh paper and a pencil and began with the circles again.  Again.  And again.

 

He kept drawing circles and lines.  And each circle got larger, as if it would be easier for me to comprehend it if they were more visible.

 

It didn’t take long before he ran out of both paper and patience.

 

My tears reappeared and my Dad became more contemplative.

 

After a break, he returned with scissors and more paper and a magic marker.  The paper became a pie.  He snipped long the thick, black lines, and eventually we had ourselves a two-dimensional pie with numerous slices.

 

As he reassembled the paper pie, the varying slices made more sense as ¼, ½, ¾, and one whole pie.

 

He even taught me how turn ¼ into 0.25 – fractions into decimals.  After all, that was his job as a machinist.

 

Success, at last!  But then I was diappointed because my Dad didn’t let me have a sip from his silver hip flask.  Alas.


Monday, October 19, 2020

Vote Wisely

In case you are not one of the roughly 24,000,000 people who have already voted for the president, I need you to be aware of something important.

 

Practically daily, candidate Joseph Robinette “Plugs” Biden utters another inane statement that should be taken into account before you vote.  Another important point is that over the past week, information has been bubbling about Plugs and his involvement with both the Ukrainians and Chinese governments.

 

It should come as no surprise that both the Ukrainians and Chinese are corrupt governments run by corrupt leaders.

 

Ukraine was front and center in the news since the election of President Donald Trump in 2016.  Speaking of corrupt, U.S. Congressguy Adam Schiff has been over-enthused about Ukraine and its leaders, and an association betwixt the Trump administration and Ukraine and Russia, for some years now.

 

Not to beat a dead horse, Schiff has been singing the same tired song about President Trump being in collusion with the Ukrainians, because he hates both President Trump and his followers.

 

Special commissions, hearings, investigations as well as Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA) intrusions, have been a constant in an effort to  exact revenge and ire upon the Trump administration, to no avail.

 

Although the proverbial deck was stacked against President Trump, no evidence was found that could implicate him in anything as smarmy and illegal as Schiff has been involved.

 

All the while, the Democrats were carefully selecting a new candidate to run against President Trump during the upcoming 2020 election.  After a comical field of idiots and racists were paraded around for our scrutiny, the Democrat Party selected Plugs Biden.

 

I’ll wait until you finish laughing.

 

Biden, who has genuine trouble speaking off-the-cuff, continues to speak off-the-cuff with familiar disastrous results.  He forgets where he is, what position for which he is running, names of associates, and he even fails to recognize his wife.

 

His problems may only worsen – even though the mainstream media and social media, alike, are ardently protecting him – because of his son, Hunter.  It seems as though Hunter has been the recipient of quite a job coup with both the Ukrainians and Chinese.

 

Those same people Comrade Schiff interviewed and investigated for evidence on President Trump, are now found to be in collusion with Hunter and his Dad.  Monies of Hunter’s salaries number in the nose-bleed arena of $83,000 per month, from Ukraine.

 

Chinese influence brings the amount to well-over $10,000,000, for a guy whose only asset is his last name.  Stevie Wonder could clearly see this is influence peddling, but Representative Schiff sees otherwise.

 

Schiff, once again, sees Russian involvement on behalf of President Trump and his re-election.  Talk about poor judgment by voters.  But I digress.

 

In any case, neither Biden nor Trump has cinched the election yet.  And this added-value information should be enough to sway the minds of honest voters – the ones who repeatedly cry for truthful candidates who will be straightforward with their constituents.

 

Those 24,000,000 already voted crowd members are SOL.  Something tells me it wouldn’t matter to them anyway.  But I digress, again.

 

But here’s more information that usually doesn’t reach the voters until after the election, the truth.

 

This is the position of the Biden/Harris ticket as printed in the official Democratic Party Platform for 2020:

  • Ban the manufacture and sale of assault weapons and high-capacity magazines.
  • End online sales of guns and ammunition.
  • Ensure [that] the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention “have sufficient resources to study gun violence as a public health issue.”
  • Enact universal background checks.
  • Halt the safety valve that allows would-be gun buyers to receive a firearm after a background check has stalled out for more than three days.
  • Require guns be safely stored in homes.
  • Push for states to enact licensing requirements for owning firearms.
  • Incentivize states to implement extreme risk protection order (ERPO) laws.
  • Prioritize repealing the law that shields gun manufacturers from lawsuits.

 

If you don’t want the ability to protect yourself, and you believe the police will be defunded, and the Second Amendment will be repealed or over-ridden by Executive Order, and you think you might enjoy being enslaved by a Socialist government, please vote for Joseph Robinette “Plugs” Biden.

Monday, October 12, 2020

Random Thoughts VII

 

Here’s another round of the ever-popular Random Thoughts.  Please enjoy this list and feel free to share it with your friends and enemies.

 

  • If America wants to end Fentanyl drug overdoses, it should stop administering Narcan.
  • Newspapers should change their names to Collusion and Impeachment Rags.
  • We need to invent a word that rhymes with “orange.”
  • Why does a Hyundai resemble the Jaguar?
  • How does one milk an almond?  They don’t have teats.
  • President Trump is referred to as Racist, Bigot, Misogynist, and Stupid; why wasn’t President Obama referred to as a Post Turtle?
  • Nothing rhymes with “silver,” either.
  • I detest mimes.
  • Without the Second Amendment, you wouldn’t have the First Amendment.
  • I prefer my grapes in a bottle with a cork.
  • Brainwashing is alive and well in the climate change arena.
  • Thank God for Greta Thunberg; suddenly I look intelligent.
  • Who writes and approves new television shows?  They should be embarrassed.
  • Does anyone really care if a pumpkin is a squash?
  • President Donald Trump is the BEST.
  • If Adam Schiff doesn’t take medications, he should.
  • The Accomack County Sheriff’s Office puts the stupid employees on the phone.
  • Is CNN still on the air?
  • I carry a gun because it’s so much easier than carrying a cop.
  • Vote the Senate and House deadwood out of office.  Forty-years are much too long to grow roots.
  • Why does Glock have 39 versions of the same pistol?
  • Thank goodness for syphilis; it actually makes Jerry Nadler appear palatable.
  • I no longer engage in fantasy football; I now wager on the Democratic presidential nomination.
  • Hooray for Elizabeth Warren!  Take all of Bernie Sanders’ and Michael Bloomberg’s money!
  • I still hate mimes.
  • Why do cemeteries have fences and locked gates?
  • If cannibals ate a clown, would it taste funny?
  • Joe Biden has been in government for 46-years, Bernie Sanders for 29, and Liz Warren 19.  That proves the government is designed to hire the unhireable,
  • The New York Giants should start playing baseball; they might be better at that sport.
  • If you want to be a vegetarian, great.  Leave me alone, though.
  • Where would one buy a stripper pole?
  • Why would I buy an electric car?  I can’t keep a battery in my non-electric car.
  • I believe the Democratic Party should change its name to Angry Nitwits Party.
  • Former President Barack Hussein Obama looks stupider every day.
  • Saint Hillary Clinton should have her portrait carved into Mt. Rushmore.
  • I was kidding about the previous point.
  • Whatever you want to make me aware of, I’m not interested in.  Thanks, though.
  • Is Maxine Waters still alive?  If so, is she lucid?
  • Why are there cooking schools?  My wife never attended one and cooks just great.
  • God bless President Donald Trump!

Post Turtle Barack Obama
He doesn't belong there, and
no one knows how he got there.


Monday, October 5, 2020

Economics 102

What a pepperoni pizza should look like

The reason there are so many ads is because those advertisers need to sell their products.  When your product sells well you don’t need to advertise.  When your product doesn’t sell, you usually resort to bombarding the airwaves with annoying ads.

If you ever watched television or listened to the radio you may have noticed commercial advertisements occupy roughly one-third of every hour of airtime.


 

Ads are vehicles to make a product more attractive to the average person.  Transforming people into consumers is an art, frequently proven by Madison Avenue-types that can persuade you to buy adult diapers and automobile car mats.

 

Quality products don’t necessarily require ads in order to sell.  Take Rolls Royce, for example.  I have never heard or seen a sales blurb for a Silver Cloud, likely because they normally sell well without the cost of marketing.

 

Many, many years ago, my sainted wife and I found ourselves with enough extra cash to buy not only a pizza, but a pizza delivered, with extra toppings.

We heard regular ads about Domino’s on television.  Being over twenty-years ago, I don’t recall the particulars of the promotions, only that their pies looked yummy, steaming, and chock full o’ pepperoni and other goodies.

We called to place the order, and about a half-hour later it arrived.

 

 
 

Upon opening the box we immediately noticed this large pizza had only two pieces of pepperoni thereon.  Two.  Only two.

 

Being a rare occasion ordering food delivered, we were taken aback.  Taken aback enough for me to call for a ruling on toppings.

 

On the other end of the phone was an unapologetic douchebag who clearly told me if I didn’t care for Domino’s pizzas, not to buy anymore.  Amen.

 

I didn’t.  In fact, after 20-years, I’ve never bought anything from Domino’s.  By the way, if Domino’s sold artificial hearts, and I desperately needed one, I’d go without before patronizing Domino’s ever again.  Amen.

 

In these past 20-years, I’ve seen countless ads for Domino’s.  And I’ll wager it’s not because they can’t keep pizzas in stock; rather it’s likely they can’t give them away.

 

As an aside, we gravitated toward Papa John’s for pizza.  While in Florida, we called Papa John – I don’t believe we spoke to the actual Papa John, though – for a pizza.

 

Again, it was as awful as Domino’s.  My sainted wife wrote a thoughtful letter to Papa John’s regarding the terrible food we received and the lack of post-sale empathy.

 

She is still waiting for a apologetic response seven-years later; I don’t think she’s going to get one.

 

The reason for such awful food and treatment of their customers reaches far beyond pizza joints.  Businesses such as Sears, Montgomery Ward, K-Mart, Radio Shack, and a host of others, ignored their customer complaints, too.

 

All this leads me to point out the fact that private corporations need to turn a profit.  Without profits, there is no more company.  No company means no jobs and subsequently, no employees.  And aligned therewith, no awful pizza.

 

This is really pretty simple.  Until you begin a conversation about “universal health care.”

 

Often intentionally confused with health insurance, politicians are desperately attempting to acquire complete control over your body and health.  The important word in that last sentence is “control.”

 

No one outside of your immediate family is likely concerned about your health and well-being.  Well, perhaps your doctor and insurance company, but few others.

 

If you give this story some honest consideration you will realize the result of your universal health care will be managed by idiots who could care less about your maladies or life.

 

The antithesis of a private corporation is government.  In direct opposition to profit making is government incompetence and wholesale waste.

 

It will be those same pimply-faced pizza phone answerers who have since weaseled their way into government positions, from secretaries to senators, that will be sassing you when you need help with a chronic illness or life-changing legislation offering you deaf ears.

 

And just as with no resolution of pepperoni shortage, or total lack of communication from some arrogant Papa, your government representative will ignore and belittle you when you want and need them most.

 

Although Domino’s and Papa John’s still spend too much on advertising, and too little on customer care, they remain in business, if only for a short while more.  The government is also totally disinterested in you except for your money.

 

But the government won’t go out of business.  And that’s too bad.

Monday, September 28, 2020

Karl Marx was not a Marx Brother

  

It’s the end of September, quickly closing in on October 2020, and the world is at the 11th hour of losing its collective minds.

 

A presidential election is nigh, with Republicans fielding incumbent President Donald Trump, and the Democrats offering Senators Joseph Biden and Kamala Harris for the president and vice-president spots, respectively.

 

Only about a month in the future, this election positions the United States on the verge of greater short-term times or absolute failure, depending upon which candidate is elected the highest office.

 

Brainwashed college children, society’s “gimmes,” and Democratic politicians, alike, are pulling for the Biden/Harris ticket as the solution to their total fabrications and hatred for the current president, President Trump has reached a crescendo.

 

Adding to this nearly out-of-control scenario, Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg died just a week ago, thereby creating a void on the Court.  Alas, say Democrats.

 

Cerebrally challenged college students were asked about President Trump’s replacement selection for Justice Ginsberg, only to wail in pain over his racist and misogynistic choice, a full four-days before the President announced his pick.  (An aside: He is scheduled to announce his candidate eight-hours from now.)

 

Their biases be damned – no good can come from the current White House, they say.

 

Race traitor Comrade Harris
and her husband

Child-like behavior is not limited to college children, either.  Low-IQ candidate, Comrade Harris, seems to be more interested in the pronunciation of her non-black name (she is half Jamaican, half Indian,) than her hatred of the Second Amendment and personal responsibility.  There is little, if any “African-American” in her as per her lineage.

 

Often angrily criticizing reporters and such who mispronounce her name, she should realize people who name their children should be blamed, not those who address her.  I’m just sayin’.

 

To punctuate her strength as a woman, and a woman-of-color at that, she feels the need to pander to those pukes that created utter chaos in Northwestern, Midwestern, and Eastern cities.

 

Her opinion, as a potential Vice President, is that Black Lives Matter, a Marxist/Communistic organization whose tenets are based on anti-white racism, are correct and need support to continue “these protests as an essential component of the evolution in our country.”

 

That’s a polite way to tell mixed-race audiences that she is a racist, without actually saying the words.  Of course if you say the words, you immediately become a bona fide racist.  But I digress.

 

And when St. George Floyd died at the hands of police, and bullies and other animals rioted and looted and burned major American cities, President Trump was ushered into the White House basement as a precaution.

 

You see, the White House was under attack by arsonists and malcontents.  The Secret Service felt President Trump would be safer in a vaulted cellar room in the event the White House was breached.  It wasn’t.

 

But slanted reporters and pundits pointed their crooked little fingers at our Commander-in-Chief, referring to him as a coward because of their claim of his “hiding in the basement.”

 

Fast forward to today and Senator Joseph Biden.  He’s terrified of COVID-19; it’s a flu virus you may have heard of.  Biden hides in his Delaware home basement the majority of the time.

 

His public appearances are brief, and no questions are fielded by the Senator.  It would appear he is too fragile, too fearful, or too uninformed to talk to querying reporters.  “Hiding in his basement,” maybe?

 

It’s more likely Senator Biden is ducking any questions from the press is because he’s too confused to offer a cogent response.  He has a government career – sucking on the guvment teat – for nearly five-decades.  For our Canadian readers that’s nearly fifty-years.

 

The Biden/Harris ticket is quite the offering from the party who repeatedly profess to be the party of change.  The only change with Senator Biden is his diaper.  And Senator Harris is in dire need of an attitude change for trying to turn America into a toilet.

 

Monday, September 21, 2020

Twist of Fate

 

Irony is best described as a quirk or twist of fate.  Today we are going to wade through the swamp of irony that is both well deserved and absolutely laughable.

 

Today’s New York Post contained an article that caught my attention.

 

Paragraph one therein is as follows:

“Minneapolis City Council members, who just two months ago moved to eliminate the police department, sounded the alarm during a Wednesday meeting about a surge in crime seen by their constituents.”

 

 

What that point is depends upon who is asked.  Answers varying from justice, equality, economic fairness, reparations, and defunding the police, are just a few.

 

One anarchistic group calling themselves Black Lives Matter has been terrorizing peoples of all colors simply because they can.  They have burned down square city blocks of businesses, torn apart established communities, and are now threatening peaceful, unattached diners, for no apparent reason other than they are mentally challenged.

 

Cars have been destroyed, stores looted, innocent protestors wounded or killed, all in the name of some inane cause that permits bullies to wreak havoc.

 

This months-long generation of wholesale carnage has been largely ignored by most of the media.  In case you’re asking yourself, “Why?” it is because the large majority of those aforementioned “activists” are Democrats living in Democrat-controlled cities.

 

Local politicians who include mayors, council people, district attorneys, and police chiefs, in these now burned-out ghettoes, are predominantly black, but always socialist-leaning.

They seem to desire the power of the pulpit, so to speak, so much so, that politicians will gladly jeopardize the lives and property of their constituents.  That is certainly evident through the latest figures from insurance companies regarding the claims written thus far.

Since the death of George Floyd on Memorial Day weekend, 2020, opportunists, anarchists, thugs, and protestors, have been creating chaos – some peaceful, some not – to make a point.

 

Estimates upward of $2,000,000,000, is modest as of today.  Of course the personal losses of photos, mementos, antiques, and other irreplaceable items – not to mention human lives – are certainly incalculable.  But those self-centered thugs don’t care.

 

Throughout this half-year of mayhem, Mayor Jacob Frey has been pretty vocal about supporting the destructive vandals in Minneapolis, likely trying to appease them to ensure his re-election.

Mayor Jacob Frey's re-election campaign

 

His cohorts on the City Council appear to the rest of the world as over-privileged snots that have no respect for anyone or anything other than themselves.

 

For two months, many of the Council members have been pandering to the violent animal looters and miscreants by demanding their police department be defunded.  You read that correctly.  These pukes want to remove safety and security further from the lives of Minnesotans by DEFUNDING THE POLICE.

 

Of course, by defunding, they mean taking tactics, equipment, and money away from those sworn officers dedicated to the protection of the populace-at-large.  The brilliant idea from this brain trust of elected morons is to have the “re-imagined” police department not enforce the laws.

 

Hennepin County (Minneapolis) District Attorney Mike Freeman, a Democratic-Farmer-Labor Party member, appears to have been removed from the George Floyd case at the behest of black Muslim Attorney General Keith Ellison.

 

Rather, the former cops would become social workers to intervene in instances of domestic abuse or lost pets.  Gone would be guns and cars with flashing lights and sirens.  Those would be beat into plowshares for community gardens, I presume.

 

It seems as though after several months of bad-mouthing their law enforcement community, the Minneapolis City Council has hit a brick wall trying to determine the cause of the reason for the Minneapolis Police Department’s apparent lack of enthusiasm in enforcing laws.

 

Who would have thunk it?

 

The people who oversee you and your job have made their lack of confidence in the police department clear.  They have been pandering to the troublemakers without concern for unity or cohesion, but are now baffled as to why the police department is not doing its job.

 

Smokey the Cat has this all figured out.

 

Perhaps it’s the Mayor, the City Council, and the State’s Attorney General that need to be defunded.

 

Nah, where would we get our entertainment from?

Monday, September 14, 2020

Old Habits

 



 

Whenever you brush your teeth it’s likely you begin by wetting the toothbrush – running it underwater from the faucet – before you squirt toothpaste onto the brush.  Then you proceed to scrub those pearly whites for a few minutes until the next scheduled cleansing.  Right?

 

The reason you go through that same ritual day after day, week after week, month after month, you get the point, is because that’s the way your parents taught you to perform this important exercise.

 

Your teachers, pediatricians, bankers, salespeople, police, nor anyone else gave you instructions for how to execute this simple, and often overlooked, task.  If you’re doing it wrong you can blame your parents; likewise, if you’re doing it correctly, you should thank your parents, too.

 

The reason you were taught to wet the brush prior to cleansing is because toothpaste wasn’t marketed before the 1960’s.  Before that time people used toothpowder which needed a moistened brush in order for it to adhere to the brush.

 

Old habits die hard.  Your parents likely used toothpowder for their own teeth which is how they learned and subsequently passed this information onto you.  You’re welcome.

 

For several years now, the self-anointed among us have been giving us misinformation as fact.  They falsely learned that a fellow named Christopher Columbus stole North America from the indigenous people about 500-years ago.

 

As the story goes, Columbus stumbled upon North America enroute to the Far East.  Not having Google Maps available, he relied on crude paper maps for navigation.

 

Upon his arrival, he is alleged to have passed European illnesses to the fun-loving American Indians.  Delighted, he returned to Spain for a backslapping and some high-fives.  Unfortunately, his plan to totally devastate his newly discovered land to kill everyone failed.

 

That’s the false narrative foist upon elementary students to bastardize the true story of the beginning of our proud nation.  Just as the violent removal and destruction of historic statutes are now in vogue, manufactured information containing little truth is being spread.

 

This overt deception is beginning to unravel; alas the damage is already done.

 

Not unlike the narrative pushed at home, and reinforced in classrooms and places of worship, black people are supposed to gravitate to the Democrat Party because Democrats love blacks.

 

Virginia Governor Ralph Northam embracing black lives

Again, like the toothpowder hoax and the Christopher Columbus lie, Democrats have been exploiting blacks by pandering for votes, for nearly 120-years with a serious lack of candor.

 

One election after another, blacks are lured to the Democrat party to cast ballots for another election cycle in hope their bidding will be done by their elected politicians.  And another election cycle passes with little or no evidence their votes are appreciated by those elected officials.

 

Here’s the truth about the Democrat Party.

 

Democrats established the Ku Klux Klan, following the Civil War, as a way to frighten and intimidate black former slaves.  In fact, a United States Senator named Robert Byrd, Democrat from West Virginia, served for 51-years until his death in 2010.  By the way, Joe Biden eulogized Sen. Byrd.

 

Let’s not pick on the late Grand Kleagle Byrd, but also remember other prominent Democrat Klan members such as Justice Hugo Black, Governor Theodore G. Bilbo, U.S. Senator John Gordon Brown, U.S. Senator Joseph E. Brown, Federal District Court Judge Elmer David Davies, Governor Bibb Graves, Governor Clifford Walker, Congressman George Gordon, and Mayors John Clinton Porter and Benjamin Stapleton.

 

That abbreviated list of cross-burners were public officials who claimed to have the best interest of blacks in their racist political agendas needed to be made readily available for all to see.

 

So it seems as though the nearly unanimous support for the Democrats by black throughout the generations have been another bogus toothpowder story passed down from generation to generation by misinformed families to their progenies.

 

And those slanted stories about Democrats being protectors and defenders of blacks are nothing but tripe as can be seen through the window of history.  Looking back at school desegregation in the 1960’s, it was the Democrats who sent in the National Guard to prevent black school children form entering to learn, summarily preventing integration of America.

 

It took decades for Republicans to fully integrate schools, and the military and corporate America are still working through the integration process.

 

Unfortunately, Democrats are still fighting the Civil War as if they were the victors.  And no, blacks are not beloved by the Democrats, rather they are viewed as votes for achieving more power for the likes of Joe Biden, and placing restrictions on all Americans, black and white.

 

It’s about time the Democrats’ chains of slavery were removed by telling the truth about manipulation and pandering thereby allowing blacks to choose better in the upcoming elections.