Republicans say the cutest things.....

Gees, I thought she was gone.... or at least gone from the airwaves.  But Fux licks her, ah, likes her... and being the good attention whore that she is, she sucks and then spits it out... the garbage.

“Both party machines and many in the media are trying to crucify Newt Gingrich for bucking the tide and bucking the establishment."

Course, Newt might get off on it.... with his next mistress.... and if the cross was made at Tiffany's....
and the she spits out more garbage scraps..... she lauds Newtea's .... experience oh gees... reminds me of a poem..

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout  Palin

Would not take spit the garbage out!

She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,

Candy the yams and spice the hams,

And though her daddy would scream and shout,

She simply would not take spit the garbage out.

And so it piled up to the ceilings:

Coffee grounds, potato peelings,

Brown bananas, rotten peas,

Chunks of sour cottage cheese.

It filled the can, it covered the floor,

It cracked the window and blocked the door

With bacon rinds and chicken bones,

Drippy ends of ice cream cones,

Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,

Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,

Pizza crusts and withered greens,

Soggy beans and tangerines,

Crusts of black burned buttered toast,

Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .

The garbage rolled on down the hall,

It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .

Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,

Globs of gooey bubble gum,

Cellophane from green baloney,

Rubbery blubbery macaroni,

Peanut butter, caked and dry,

Curdled milk and crusts of pie,

Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,

Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,

Cold french fries and rancid meat,

Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.......

-Shel Silverstein

 
(we need)"..somebody with that experience plus somebody who has struggled personally and overcome struggles and challenges "-Sarah Palin

the collected wisdom of S Palin

I am sure that two divorces and a resignation in disgrace were all significant challenges... shit &whiskers!  The woman will not shut up!

I need another cup of coffee..

oh oh oh ... gimmee a break or gimmee a beer, but don't gimmee more of that garbage!

. 

in other vegetable new....

Mitt Broccoli calls for more hollandaise measures  and Rick Santorum asks for Celery caps... but stricly between consenting christian married cupolas of the same sex, made from non-union labor and for procreation purposes only.

"

Oh.... the thrill of weather proofing & trimming one's beard

Well.... the weather of late has been wet, snowy,slushy, puddly, and well, gosh... it was time to oil up the old boots.

So I got out the saddle soap, cleaned up well, brushed them out, dry them and rubbed in some mink oil.  Should be good for a bit.

Been getting into reading old books.  Found a copy of Robert Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land".... the author's edition, not what was edited for publication in the 60's.  Still a good read.

Listening to old music too.  Dylan's "John Wesley Harding"  old 'Return to Forever'.
It is kinda like taking and old soul, mine, and adding some TLC ... and mink oil, just to keep everying pliable and water repellent.

Had a few drinks with the friday afternoon crowd at Oblio's yesterday.  Nick was back from his trip to Florida, on the job, working on boat motors.  Had a bit of sun color on his forehead.  Said it was in the 80's.  Al & Katie stopped.  I still want to steal his South Side Ice Yacht club jacket.  I think he is starting to take me serious and will not remove it in my presence.  Katie said she will bring nut bread next week.  Joe is walking more... said he has twenty lbs he would like to lose now that he is retired.  Cool said he could lose 180 if he could lose me.  Cool is a funny guy.

Went to the Moon this morning for coffee.  Aaron's wife was entertaining her two year old.  She played peek-a-boo with me for a bite.  The laughter of children is the fresh air that streams serene from tall mountains. It was good.

The Jambalaya art collective was having a rummage/art sale to raise some money to pay the heat bill.  Got a couple of neat framed prints, some candles and a funky ceramic clown.  All of it for under  $30.  A deal.

And now the day goes on.  Must trim the beard.  It gets thick and wolly in neglect, as do all things.

I remember when it was all black. Or maybe I remember.  Perhaps I should use mink oil instead of Hair Color for Men.



.... and then again.....

Obama Sings ! & Republicans are poetic!

 Yupperz..... Obama CAN sing.... course ... so can I !  Well, mostly in the shower, see, and since the divorce (well, even a bit before the dovice, dorice, deeforce... whatever) I mostly showered alone, so my eloquent vocal renditions were mostly lost on a general public.  Now, I could rectify that, maybe, ya know, put a video on you-tube or something... but then it would not be a genial public to say nothing of a general public.

Anyways... I still do that and it does get the cockroaches out of the apartment for awhile and so I will keep it up.

I also was once of a mind to compose poetry in the shower.... OH, but the paper got really wet and the pen didn't work well and if I got stuck on a line or whatever and stayed in the shower overly long... why gosh& stuff, my toes would get all wrinkly and gees, I would often run out of hot water, cause see, it would sometimes take me awhile to find rhyming words... ( hey, go ahead,,, YOU find a rhyme for Zucchini real quick, huh.. and I don't just mean eenie-meanie, ok!!)
Well....anyways... this got me to thinking... I mean about Obama singing and poetry and whatever-ish.... that there was once a prominent Republican that was well noted for his..............

Yessirre bob.... I mean it!  Now this may be old stuff... but it is still GOOD stuff... so with out further adios or adoos or whatever.... I bring you.... some select poety, poetry of former Defense Secretary Donal Rumsfeld..... (and hey, with a name like Rumsfeld, youse gotzta be GOOD!

The Unknown

 As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

Glass Box 

 You know, it's the old glass box at the—
At the gas station,
Where you're using those little things
Trying to pick up the prize,
And you can't find it.
It's—

And it's all these arms are going down in there,
And so you keep dropping it
And picking it up again and moving it,
But—

Some of you are probably too young to remember those—
Those glass boxes,
But—

But they used to have them
At all the gas stations
When I was a kid.
—Dec. 6, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing

A Confession

 Once in a while,
I'm standing here, doing something.
And I think,
"What in the world am I doing here?"
It's a big surprise.

—May 16, 2001, interview with the New York Times

Happenings

You're going to be told lots of things.
You get told things every day that don't happen.

It doesn't seem to bother people, they don't—
It's printed in the press.
The world thinks all these things happen.
They never happened.

Everyone's so eager to get the story
Before in fact the story's there
That the world is constantly being fed
Things that haven't happened.

All I can tell you is,
It hasn't happened.
It's going to happen.

The Digital RevolutionOh my goodness gracious,
What you can buy off the Internet
In terms of overhead photography!

A trained ape can know an awful lot
Of what is going on in this world,
Just by punching on his mouse
For a relatively modest cost!

—June 9, 2001, following European trip

The Situation

Things will not be necessarily continuous.
The fact that they are something other than perfectly continuous
Ought not to be characterized as a pause.
There will be some things that people will see.
There will be some things that people won't see.
And life goes on.

—Oct. 12, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing

Clarity

 I think what you'll find,
I think what you'll find is,
Whatever it is we do substantively,
There will be near-perfect clarity
               As to what it is.

And it will be known,
And it will be known to the Congress,
And it will be known to you,
Probably before we decide it,
               But it will be known.

—Feb. 28, 2003, Department of Defense briefing

 ...... next... the collected meatloaf recipes of Mitt Romney

A Throng of thousands (give or take the invisible snowmen)

Sometimes I try to watch the news on Sunday mornings.  Try.  It is tough.  Today I watched a clip of Rick saying, and this may not be totally accurate, "that we need a candidate that will fight the junk science of global warming."

Last year, the former Pennsylvania senator earned $142,500 for his work as a consultant for Consol Energy, according to FactCheck.org.

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Sheesh.... mostly he was just ranting and raving .  So I turned the channel.   Caught another show that had about four people talking over each other and spewing some shit about Newt being ahead.... I guess they meant he was ahead of Rick.  Kinda makes me think of a race where a banana is ahead of the grapefruit.

So I checked another channel.  Just missed a 'Golden Girl' rerun.  At that point I thought I would mosey on out and get a coffee at the Moon and read some news.  Newspapers do not scream at you.

Throngs of hundreds supporting Walker

There was a nifty ARTICLE about 'over a thousand' rallying to support neo-Fascist Fuehrer GOVERNOR Scott Walker.  I guess that was a good crowd after the Recall supporters turned in petitions of over 1.2 million asking for his removal from office.

I guess it must have been a good rally, probably made more entertaining because..... the governor was not there!  

The guy breaks me up.


Walker reminds me alot of Santorum...with one notable exception.... Santorum is not afraid to say stupid shit..... where as Walker IS a stupid shit who doesn't say anything.

Still have a couple of hours until the football games start.  Maybe I can find a 'Golden Girls' rerun yet.  Or I do have Bob Newhart on DVD.  Bob always helped me get in touch with my feelings.

49'ers over the Giants by ten.

home made commie pinko socialist music that I ripped off from the internet

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... old video from the New Moon coffee house... just to show I go other places than bars

So..... how cold is it?

well it is colder than I care for.  A deep freeze has set in here in my part of the world.  Below zero stuff with stupidly cold wind chills. O course, if I want to be really chilled I need to do more than listen to a politician, local or otherwise.
 There is a chill to the rhetoric that smacks me up side the head.... as ... cold.  Stark raving cold... and mean... unnecessarily so.

But that is not the story.
The Deal is I walked outside the coffee house this morning.  The Moon is a such a cool place that it is warm.... nicely so.  I did not notice her coming up behind me... and I could barely hear her when she said, "Excuse me.  You know this address?" ... and showed me a piecce of paper.  It was funeral home stationery with a church address handwritten on it.  The lady was about 4' 8" if she was an inch, Hmong, all bundled up. She appeared to be in her 70's and was bundled up so you could barely see her face. "Friend funeral. I must go."  You could tell English was not her first language.  I looked at the address and knew the church was about two miles away.  The bus station was two blocks.  I told her that the bus would take her within a block of the church.  " No money.  How far? I walk."  It was 3 below zero.  "C'mon," I said...." I'll get you the bus."
" No money! no bus."
Well I guess I got it through to her that she didn't need money. I also got enough out of her that she would know family at the church and could get a ride home.  We got to the bus station, I found the right bus, told the driver where she needed to go and put the buck in the collection box.  He said he would make sure she got off at the right block and he would show her the church.  She sat in the front and looked straight ahead.  Didn't say thank you. Old Asian women usually do not go out by themselves.  She was a bit scared, I think, and was going to the funeral of a friend.

Now, it wasn't a big deal and I am no goddam hero or stuff.... it was only a two block walk and a buck.

It really can be done.  Just saying.

LESS Government regulation?

... just a first step to stop the dissemination of information.... buy "US THE PEOPLE"

... another example of how RepubliCorporates want 'LESS' government regulation.

OK.... first off.... I am not the smartest person in the world.  Never said so.  Never will.
But to me this just smacks of again fixing something that is not really broke.  Will it increase corporate profits?

Corporate$

of course.... in the future I may not be able to post that link.... in the future... you may not be able to even find information on the NET about SOPA or PIPA.... so ... do it now while you can.

in other news....

WTF ! Packers !

That was the poorest performance by a 15-1 team that I have ever seen.  Pathetic.  Truly the better team..... at least yesterday... did win.

I will get over it.  See, I like football... but I am mostly a Packer Fan... and from there I go to NFC North Division, then the NFC in general.  I cannot and will not watch football all day.... nope.

But I grew up here...amongst the cows and cheese and beer... and the low rolling hills and the jack-pine forests and the little lakes and streams and rivers and the Packers just kind of grow on you like anything else.  The only team in the NFL that is owned by the public.  The smallest town in the NFL.  One of the most storied stadiums in the nation.

OK...... I was hoping for two more games.  Ain't happening.  I'll live.  And, OH.... there is plenty else going on... Recall elections and.......... hmmmmm lemmmee see.... what else goes on in Wisconsin in the winter?

I will get back to you on that.  Once I get over the goddam Packers blowing it.

WHAT A STORY !!!!!

Some times there are stories that are almost impossible to believe.  This is one of them.

In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University.

On a hike through the bush, he came across

a young bull elephant standing with one leg

raised in the air. The elephant seemed

distressed, so Peter approached it very

carefully.

He got down on one knee, inspected the

elephants foot, and found a large piece of

wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully

and as gently as he could, Peter worked the

wood out with his knife, after which the

elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to face the man, and

with a rather curious look on its face, stared

at him for several tense moments. Peter

stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but

being trampled. Eventually the elephant

trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.

Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of

that day. Twenty years later, Peter was walking

through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.

As they approached the elephant enclosure, one

of the creatures turned and walked over to near

where Peter and his son Cameron were standing.

The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its

front foot off the ground, then put it down. The

elephant did that several times then trumpeted

loudly, all the while staring at the

man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter

could not help wondering if this was the same

elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed

over the railing, and made his way into the

enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant

and stared back in wonder. The elephant

trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of

Peter legs and slammed him against the railing,

killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same elephant.

via email from my buddy Dimly Lit who loves a bad joke as much as I do

My Daughter, partially college educated.

OK.... you are going to do what?
Jump in the Lake.
What?
Jump in the Lake.
Does your mother know?
Maybe... not sure if I told her.
Best tell her.
Dad, it's for charity... Special Olympics.
Ya, you freeze off some parts and you will BE in Special Olympics.
So how much will you give to sponsor me?
What?
I raise $75 and I get a T-shirt.
A $75 T-shirt?  I can get you a Oblio's shirt for ten bucks!
Dad !!! it's not the same!  
Damn straight it ain't!
Everyone's doing it!
Ya, Like who?
Kelsey and Lauren and Morgan and Emile and Dorrie... and ...
Whoa,,,, I didn't know you had so many dumb friends!
Dad !!!!!

miriam and kelsey

So it turns out that The Kid's friend, Kelsey, came up with the idea.  Or so The Kid says.  Kelsey and Miriam and a small group of students spent a semester in Europe about a year or so ago.  They became close friends. Yadda, Yadda..... Kelsey, in search of scholarship money, entered the 'Miss Oshkosh' pageant...and to cut to the chase, is NOW Miss Oshkosh.

So the event is to raise money for Special Olympics.... they cut a hole in the ice...we have a big frozen lake that is handy. and you jump in to raise money.  Fun, huh? Well to make it more FUNNER... they are going to go to a thrift store, buy old prom dresses, call it the Miss IceKosh pageant and jump in the frozen water.  See, a college education is very thought enhancing!

yup, Dad, we are going to make sashes... and tiara's  and wear high heels and....
Sounds like a lot of work.
Dad!
Why don't you just put ice cubes in the bathtub?
Dad!

So I miss this element of 'fun'. Frankly, my idea of Winter fun would be to sitting in front of a fire, a football game on TV, some chili on the stove...

oh, we will have a party later.
Really?
Sure, after we dry off.
Will that involve booze?
Of course!
Hot Apple Schnaaps!
Is there such a thing?
There will be!!!

..... see.... girls just wanna have fun...... whadda I know?????

Snowfall

Web photo

It was enough, the snow.  I haven't heard 'the official' count, but I'm guessing about eight inches in the last 24 hours. Last night there was enough wind to create a few white-out conditions but all in all, not that bad.  We have had much worse and will again, I'm sure.  Me?  This stuff sucks and I don't mind saying so, but who pays attention to me?

Max called last night.... about a friend of his... had I heardabout Charlotte?  Do you know what happened? Can you find out?  You know her, right?

Charley and the Cynics

Charlotte was 22.  She will never be 23.  She was a waitress at a pizza joint where Max and I used to watch the Packer Games.  She was a local girl and, like Max, went to the local University.  They knew a lot of the same people.... a smallish clique of film/art/music students.  I knew a bunch of them.... really good kids.  Charlotte, mostly from the Pizza joint.  I certainly was not up late enough to catch the band she fronted, "Charley and the Cynics", nor do I longer hang out in loud rock&roll bars. Max, other folks said that thy were good.

No one knows, right now, what happened.  She talked with a friend in the morning and when she didn't show up at the Pizza joint they went looking for her and ....... So far, drugs or alcohol do not seem to be an issue ....  Max is a little stunned.  " How can you talk with someone and two weeks later, they're dead?"  Death to him is still something that happens old people.  Certainly not to gifted and talented young people

We talked.... or rather I listened.

I didn't have any answers. And he really wasn't asking questions.
This stuff sucks and I don't mind saying so, but who pays attention to me?

Lost Winter

So far it has been the winter that wasn't... no snow... no cold.  Yesterday it was ab out 50 degrees... with bare ground.  Today we are in the middle of one of those day long snows.  So far, not so bad.  But weather forecasters are like newsmen..... they want to say as much as possible in as short a time as possible....Which means we are in for anywhere from 6 inches of snow... to a foot.


 So instead of searching for a Winter that is plainly evident ... when it arrives... I have decided to search for truth, honesty, goodwill, peaceful hearts, manners, decorum, plain doughnuts and strong beer.  NOW... I will know winter when I SEE it and I know where to find the beer and doughnuts..... but my heart aches, sometimes, see, for all the other things that seem to be in such short supply.

Zappa defines "Fascist Theocracy"

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Oh... I so wish Frank was with us still.

I Wanna BE Pretzeldint!!!!!!!

I am running for Pretzeldint

you betcha! my hat is in the ring!  I mean, why not?  I can say stupid shit as well as the next candydate and probably make more sense saying it, too!

Like, I gotz this grate idea....I will make Macaroni and Cheese the official state meal!  What a concept! In fact... I think I will make Macaroni and Cheese the 51st State!  Oh, oh....this is gonna be fun!!!

Lesseee here.... I gotz my political primer.... everything I need to know to understand politicks and how to balance the budget.

and I have some GREAT ideas.... like..... I will outlaw the word "Gay"... it will now be know as 'heterosexually challenged'...

and broccoli will be officially banned at any meal that also features potatoes.... oh oh oh... I will get rid of the Army all together and replace it with the Green Bay Packers!

boy, am I cooking now!  I will outlaw Christianity.... it was getting stale anyway.  Maybe I will replace it with....hmmmmm.... Idle Worship..... which is what most religion is anyways... or at least that's what I get out of some of the clowns on the TV, see.

Oh Stuff... this could be fun.  Anybodyz gotz some other ideas... lemmee know.... I have to go find a running mate...

... and pick out a cabinet....

OK

Ok..... the holidays is over.... good deal.  And I did my first screw up of 2012... or at least the first one I noticed... I deleted my blog roll.  Which I can attribute to nothing more than being stupd en notz being a good speler.  Whatever.  And I am suffering from writers block... which is better than having writer's cramps which is not like menstrual cramps which I don't know about, see, cause I am of the male persuasion... which if you had to persuade me to do anything it would be to go to Oblio's for a beer which really doesn't take much persuasion cause I get a cramp in my left hand if I do not do the 16 ounce curl for exercise at least a few times a week and seeing as this is friday I think I should head down there and exercise a little bit which is my New Beers resolution, see, to get a little exercise so I don't get cramps, is what.

Now it was vaguely rumored that Oblios is just a figment of my imagination.... which would save me a ton of money were it only true.... but it ain't..... though some of the people who go there would be better off if they were fictional.... and that would probably save them tons of money too, but nope, they are mostly real, too, except for Joe Cool.... who is mostly unreal... especially when he invites you to do a shot of Sambuca....

Well, anyways..... My friend Lee wrote a nice history of the bar which, with much witticism called History of Oblios pt 1  and then, not to be outdone.... he followed that up with History of Oblios pt 2
which just goes to show that Lee really can think up clever stuff.

anyways, see, as I was restoring my blog roll I noticed that the folks at Riding the Beer Trail  did a little post about Ob's on their blog featuring the new T's that Mark and Todd ordered up

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...... which may or may not be available for mail order.  Beats me..... you could go to FB and ask Nikki.... FB Oblio's .... but I know I already bought a couple... and gees... you could be the first one in your neighborhood/city/state/province/mental institution to own one.




The Shirt has it's genesis from an old beer brand they used to make in my section of Beautiful Downtown Wisconsin.

..... now if that doesn't sound like a commie pinko socialist liberal beer......

Burger-mockery

Used to be a  cigar was a  smoke and a burger beat anything.  A hamburger.  On a bun.  With ketchup.  Maybe cheese...but that was it!  It was plain, basic... and gosh darn good.  Nowadays it seems like you just amble out for a walk, ..see, and you're thinking, "Goddam, I sure could go for a burger!"  but but but...what you want, see, is a date with the Parson's daughter and when you stroll into a burger joint they flip you a menu that resembles a Las Vegas whore house full of aged and ugly hiding in lettuce tomato and plastic cheese.

Oh, and the stuff they put on them! Cucumbers, teriyaki sauce, guacamole, pineapples,fried eggs, jalapenos, blu cheese, bacon, mushrooms,onions.... oh gees!  Now, none of the above is particularly 'bad' on a burger.... but mostly they mush as much of that shit on one burger that the first thing I think of is, "I'm gonna wrap my lips around..THAT?????" Now don't be getting me wrong,see, cause I like to play with my meat as well as the next cook, and adding a little extra is ok....but what about the plain and simple iconic sandwich that means more to America than Hot Dogs ever did.

So I am thinking... what happened to hamburgers?  I used to stop at this cafe just off Hwy 51 just outside of Montello, a real Mom&Pop... Grandma is in the kitchen and the Daughter-in=law runs the counter.  Must have stopped there most every monday for 15 years.  Gees, by the time  I would spit a little gravel in the parking lot and amble on in, why see, my coffee was on the counter and maybe a newspaper and I knew my burger was on the grill.  We worked that all out long time before... if it was monday it was a hamburger with fries.  On a homemade bun, lightly buttered. Honest as all get out. Add a little ketchup.  Done.   See.. that's not much to ask.

So why is this so hard for the news peoples to figure out?  Just News.  Just give me a simple who -what -when -where -why and how serve it up to me on a homemade bun and then shut up. Well, maybe a little ketchup,see.  Now take this Iowa Caucus thingee....whiich is gonna turn into a Vermont thingee and a South Carolina thingee and ad nauseum.... see, all the news tells me is 'who is ahead'...... and not a single reason why they are ahead or what....

..who's on first?  Not a decent burger in the bunch. Nope.  N0W... IF I WAS A REPUBLICAN... why I would be down right embarrassed.  It's bad enough it's just a bunch of whores... but this batch is like a forty year old whore wearing a bikini... and it sure ain't pretty, see.  And it is gonna get worse, cause soon, them whores is really gonna dance.

Reruns of Petticoat Junction will start to seem like intelligent entertainment.  I kid you not.


call me when the burgers done.