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One good woody deserves another..... whew!

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this land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California to the New York Island,
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and I rambled, and I followed my footsteps
To the sparking sands of her diamond deserts,
All around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, then I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.

One bright sunny morning, in the shadow of the steeple,
By the relief office I saw my people,
As they stood there hungry, I stood there wondering if,
This land was made for you and me.

Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me,
Was a great big sign that said, "Private Property,"
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking my freedom highway,
Nobody living can make me turn back,
This land was made for you and me.

[Additional verses by Pete Seeger:]

Maybe you've been working as hard as you're able,
But you've just got crumbs from the rich man's table,
And maybe you're thinking, was it truth or fable,
That this land was made for you and me.

Woodland and grassland and river shoreline,
To everything living, even little microbes,
Fin, fur, and feather, we're all here together,
This land was made for you and me.

It's friday and I woke up with a Woody

I am at two with nature.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy. 

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

Woody Allen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "Holy Shit, Jimmy, can you believe how many dumb fuck Republicans are running for Preisent???"

Joe Cool

some day he may get a real job....

This time of year.... I look back and think of Boy Wonder and his first 'job'... not a paper route or mowing lawns... but what he called his first job.

He was a professional spook.  Not the CIA type, but a really really spook ...

See, just north of town, about nine miles, there was a business that specialized in carriage rides, for weddings and whatnot.  Every Halloween they would decorate their woods with haunted houses, lanterns, graveyards.... have headless horsemen and ghosts... then they would have 'haunted hayrides'.  The kid got hired on as a spook.  It was his job to jump out of the bushes and stuff and try to scare folks on the hayride.  The owner would give the kids who worked as spooks a flat stipend and a pizza party at the end of the gig.  Boy Wonder took this serious.  He was in seventh grade, his grades were good, he would finish his school work right after he would get home and a HS kid would pick him and a few buddies up to do the thing.  It was rather nice.  After the Hayride there would be a bonfire and hot cider and cocoa for the patrons.

Well, times have changed.  He is now in Portland working in a warehouse, as a private garbage collector, making some internet commercials and some wedding videos.  He takes it all as serious as he did his first real job.  His mother and I hope that someday..... he will have a good job.... if if if if The Teaparty goes away..... if if if the economy turns around.... if if if

but he is still a scary dude.

...... just like his dad was....

so long ago.  Some day, I want a real job, too.  Maybe the CIA IS hiring spooks!!!!!!

I gotta go, but my friends can stick around....

Well as anyone who knows anything knows .... I don't know much about much of anything that anyone would really be interested in.... including me.  Of course, that is an interesting thought.

And some of my friends are interesting... really. Like take for example... my friend DC Martin who in her shy and demure way points out that not all Polls are created equal... some are much more funniery than others  like this one.... which really breaks me up... really

DC is a very talented writeress.... or maybe waiteress.... cause she sure enough dishes up tasty ideas... do check her out.  Seriously..... see, another friend made a point... to check out the neighborhoods...and hers is a place to catch the latest on stupid politics, insane haters, HS Marching bands, Family, kindness, &stuff... and she wraps it all up with inventive language.

you can't miss it..... third blog on the left... and straight on til morning.  Please enjoy

About Wisco's new concealed Gum law....

In just a few days it will be legal for any citizen of Wisconsin to carry concealed gum.  Provided they have the proper training.  Providing they have a special permit for 'sugar-free' varieties.  Carrying concealed gum in a bar while drunk will be specifically prohibited.  Concealing gum under chairs, desks, bar rails will still be..... oh shit,,,,, just plain ran outa humor here.

Ok.  I am a strong supporter of gun control.  I am also a strong supporter of the right to own guns.

I do not think that those views are incompatible.  I have never owned a gun.... because I don't hunt.  I don't hunt because I have no taste for cutting heads off things, pulling guts out, ripping off skins... etc.   But I support hunting.  I really do.  And I support the right of hunter's to own guns.


Most of the hunters that I know are strong conservationists, care for habitat, are against polluting environment, support preservation of species.... and don't go banging around in the woods.  They are very 'gun safety' conscious.  Of course, then there are the few others.

Now, I am not... not... not... going to go into a big discussion on my views on gun control... and to be honest.... I do not carry gum either, but, and here is what really gets me..... passing this new law created NO NEW jobs... did not help the economy....and will not improve the quality of life for anyone.  So why was it needed???  Still beats the hell outa me.  Ok.... the bill also has a clause....

“A business owner or person in his or her own home may prohibit a licensee from carrying a concealed weapon into the business or home, an employer generally may prohibit an employee from carrying a concealed weapon in the course of the employee's employment, and the state or a local governmental unit may prohibit a licensee from carrying a firearm into a building that is owned, occupied, or controlled by the state or the local governmental unit.”

Drinking while carrying a gun is also illegal.  It is a misdemeanor.  Anywayz.... here's what I am going to do.... next month, wherever I go, wherever I shop... I will be looking for signs like this...

or this....

and if I do not see one... I will ask the manager why one is not posted.  See, I do not want to get accidentally shot over a dispute about the last box of corn flakes, or the especially fuckingly cheaply priced TV... or whether or not I looked at someone's girlfriend 'funny'.  If I do not see that sign... I will not shop there and will make my view known to ownership.  Might not do any good, but so what.

Hey, and it's a well known fact.... Jesus didn't carry a gun.

just saying.

And I wonder what I'm doing here....

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Ok... this is part of a post I din't post... cause I didn't know where I was going with it..... I guess I still don't... but AnyWayz....

Ok.  A picture of the 'new' dog.... who is at least a year and a half old.  And it is really not my dog... in the classic sense. I never owned the last one, either, to be honest.  'Mommy' bought that one for the kids as a 'separation'-guilt present... "see, what a nice white fluffy dog Momma got you."  But that ain't no never mind, see, cause it was a really great dog... and for a few years it was at my house more that hers, but that is no never mind, too.  The real deal is that I trained the first one, and now I am training this one, Oliver. (please sir, can I have some more!) Now, I am not like that guy on TV.... whatz his name?>>> Ceasear Romero, Sid Cesaear, Ceasar Salad..... ya know, that guy.  First off, I am not Hispanic... second off.... I really don't know how to train dogs....  but I did a great job with the first one.... I could take it for walks without a leash ( which the ex could never do)   I just used a lotta common sense.... kept it simple.... and gave it a little beer at bed time.  It really became a shared dog... whether I liked it or not.  And all in all, I did. So, with the old dog gone.... rest in peace and stuff.... and Wonder Girl moving out of Mom's.... the Ex decides she would like..... get this... another dog.  Oliver.  She got him from the shelter.  I guess the previous owner did not take care of it and it ran loose too many times.  It's some kind of schnauzer-poodle-something-something mix.... with a lot of energy.  More than the Ex can handle... and the next thing you know.... I am training a dog.... again. Now, the first thing I noticed about Oliver is that he has a GREAT vertical leap.... kinda like Tigger in the cartoons... but virtually no horizontal propulsion.  Getting up into a chair is a challenge,  but it can leap four feet straight up into the air, land on the counter, make itself a baloney sandwich, drink my coffee and then carry the loaf of bread off into the living room and bury it in the sofa.  Took me a long time to find that bread.  Oliver will eat anything and I figured it was just stashing for later.

Well.... that is as far as I gotz... and that ain't no never mind.... see cause where I was going...was about the Ex.. and this will be short.

We split a long time ago.... no problems with sex or drugs or alcohol.... things just weren't working out enough.  But we had two kids... and after a bit...decided we could really raise them together.... apart.

It has worked pretty well. And... it still is.

So... again, about the Ex... she has a bit of OCD... and the way it worked is she can't stop taking classes.... She now has a BA ,a BS, a Masters Degree and more goddam certifications than you can shake a stick at.  Seriously.  Currently teaches in a program for emotionally fucked up kids. Majorly fucked up. The students are all court mandated to be there.  Cheaper than juvenile facilities and the idea is.... see if you can stop them from getting more fucked up.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't .  Two former students murdered someone in a drug deal over a year ago.  Failures are much more apparent than success in her line of work....

Well, Anyways.... she asks me for a small favor the other day.  Can I help her haul a bed over to a student's apartment.  Mom & Dad are out of prison.... inter-racial marriage... lotta problems... and now the family is back together and they are working on stuff.... but the kid doesn't have a bed.  The Ex's Dad, Grandpa, had one.  We hauled it over there.  The kid is seventeen, had been sleeping on the couch.... and never had a bed... ever.

The apartment was small, cluttered, but clean.  There was a small room to set it up in, the kid was happier than all get out.  " I have never had my own room," she said, "or my own bed."  My heart bled a little.

So, the next day I asked the Ex for a favor.... I needed a new State of Wisconsin ID.  My eyes are getting worse... I can't drive... and I wanted to make goddam sure I could vote ... to get rid of the fucking Republicans who are trying to cut teaching jobs like hers.  And I am not going to go on about shit, state employees or politics or goddam entitlements or stuff.... but she is the kind of teacher that puts in 60 to 70 hours a week, and gives kids beds.

Well, it is what it is and again, it ain't no never mind...... 

I was at the Ex's having tea after we got my ID.  Wonder Girl stopped by.  She saves all her compostible kitchen shit from her apartment and brings it back over to her Mom's bin.

Life has not turned out exactly the way I wanted.  But that ain't no deal, either.

Things can be ok, if you want them to.  And walking the dog is fun.