Thursday, August 15, 2019
I just wanted to drop you a line to thank you for the way you bitch slapped that uppity mulatto the other night. It was a pleasure to behold.
Not as big a pleasure as when I smelt your hair when I swore you in as a Member of the House in your first term. You were not the only member that was excited that night. I remember standing behind you and rubbing your shoulders and smelling your hair. It smelt like the Beach and Hawaiian Tropiic sunscreen. Oh those were the days. When we Democrats were in charge of everything and the Orange Man was just on a TV show.
Anyhoo it doesn't look like you are going to make the next debate. I am sorry I would have loved to smell....errr see you again. Just hang loose because I will be needing a woman of color for my VP and you are right up my alley Tulsi.
Uncle Joe Biden
I feel very good about the fact you at least know my name and how I feel about you. And by hanging around your campaign office I've come to realize that I'm the topic of more than a little conversation, however full of ridicule it may be. At least you know that I'll always love you.
It's me. Kamala. Look bitch I don't think you want me to go upside your head you pineapple pussy skank. Wach you think dogging me like that at the debate. I thought women of color need to stick together. Didn't you get the memo or did I have to send it by drum or some such shit like they do in Hawaii.
Look so I smoke a little pot and I put a lot of people in jail for selling it. So what? Old man Biden passed lots of bills about sex abuse and he is always fingering 13 year old girls whose daddy's just got appointed dog catcher or sum shit like that there. Look at Spartacus. That dude dares to talk about his boo when you know when he is talking about T Bone he is talking about what he gets where the sun don't shine. We all be liars. We're Democrats for fucks sake!
Look don't make look you up. Keep my name out of your mouth. I didn't swallow so much of Willie Browns cum to go down like this. I will cut a bitch.
Wach your mouth bitch or I am coming for you.
Sincerely your colleague and soul sister,
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Monday, December 11, 2017
I posted about the movie "Hero" over at Lem's the other day. I can't get over how crappy that movie turned out.
I am a big Sam Elliott fan. So when I heard there was a movie built around him and his persona as a Western Icon I thought it would be good. You know. A man who personifies the values of the old West lost in the amoral world of today's Hollywood. They had a tiny bit of that but they turned him into a drug addled loser.
I guess Hollywood writers write about what they know.
What a waste. Don't watch it even if it is for free on Amazon Prime. It is a waste of your time.
Every so often the casts of the Flintstones and the Jetsons would get together.
Betty Rubble is indeed a dirty girl.
But Wilma is no slouch. Neither in Jane Jetson.
(Some things we have to keep from Lem. I don't want to sully his childhood memories.)
Still people persist in their folly. I have a couple of people who email me tales from the darkside. Links to The Other Place when there is a particularly egregious example of bullshit. I think it is to get me to respond. To post over there. Or maybe it is just my ego. My thoughts are not all that important in the scheme of things. Who gives a shit about what I have to say? I mean I am out of the loop over there. I am sure most people who post at TOP don't know who I am since they have new people all the time as any normal person will get tired of the nonsense pretty quickly. So I don't kid myself. And I don't want those emails anymore because I want nothing to do with the dysfunctional circle jerk. I am just another insignificant blip on the blogger world. Nobody to listen too or care about my opinion since I have dropped out of the rat race.
None the less this last one is pretty funny. Someone claims that they never used a sock puppet because if they did they would just do it to be a "shitty person."
Trust me. You don't need to do that. You have already achieved your goal.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Coach Lombardi was always a big patriot. As all of us on the Packers were. Many of us were vets and some of us were in the reserves. So we all stood at attention and held our hands over our hearts when they played the Anthem. Except for some of the Negros
They seemed to have a different view. There weren't that many of them on the team and the ones we had all stuck together. Not the way Paul Hornung got stuck to some of the rookies in the shower. More that they always hung out together. Now there weren't many Negros in Green Bay at the time. So they kind of stood out and were under a microscope.
They were always grumbling and complaining under their breath. They never said anything to Coach. Because he would cut them the next day. So they just kept their ideas to themselves. All of the black power and protest stuff was not something that was allowed in the locker room. Coach said to keep all of the politics out off the field.
Which made it all the more surprising when Lionel Aldridge decided to kneel during the National Anthem. That shocked everyone. It was during an exhibition game and the Coach wasn't even aware of what happened. When he found out he called Lionel into his office and read him the riot act. You see Coach Lombardi had coached at West Point. He was a super patriot. He wouldn't stand for it. We all expected that Lionel would be traded to Detroit or something.
But a funny thing happened. Nothing. Lionel apologized to the team and it never happened again. I had to ask the Coach what happened.
"Coach I don't understand. Why didn't you fine Lionel for disrespecting the flag?" "Fine him I was going to cut him. But once I talked to him I realized it wasn't right. You know he is crazy." "What?" "Yeah he is crazy as a loon. I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up in the nut house someday. You know how I knew that he really is a crazy person?" "No coach how did you know?" "He married a white girl." "Gotcha."
(Instant Replay- The Unedited Edition, Jerry Kramer & Dick Schaap Random House 1968)
That girl is pretty wild now
The girl's a super freak
The kind of girl you read about
In the new wave magazines.
That girl is pretty kinky
The girl's a super freak
I'd really like to taste her
Every time we meet.
She's all right, she's all right
That girl's all right with me yeah.
She's a super freak, super freak,
She's super freaky, super freak, super freak.
But most of all......Betty Rubble is a Dirty Girl.
"Because Ike likes to pretend he is still in the Army and if I want to be Vice President I have to kiss up to him. So just eat your steak and shut up."
"I still understand why we can't be inside. I mean Mamie is eating inside. Mrs. Hoover is inside. Even Marget Chase Smith is inside. Why are we the only ones outside. Well us and the Stassen's."
"Because Ike likes to humilate his subordinates. He learned that from MacArthur in the Philippines when he was his aide. He had to dress up like a geshia and serve tea to Mac and his cronies. So now its his turn to humiliate people."
"That's not very Presidential."
"Of course it is Pat. Most Presidents revel in humiliation. William Howard Taft would sit on his Cabinet members. Calvin Coolidge would have silent game contests. Teddy Roosevelt would tweak their nipples and if they cried he would fire them. Maybe someday a President will humiliate people in public and not care what people think. At least I hope so."
Living in Southern California people get the acting bug. You know. So much of the economy is based on the entertainment industry. Especially in the 1960's, It was different. They would cast you right off the street. You didn't have to get an agent or anything. Someone would come up to you and offer to sign you for a series. It even happened to my Uncle Herman.
You see this casting agent walked up to him at the market. They wanted him to audition for a role on sitcom. He thought he had the "Look" that would get people to watch. It was called F Troop. He was up for the role of Sergeant O'Rourke the rascally first sergeant who had scams operating all over the post. The role called for someone with charm and a twinkle in their eye. However this paticular casting director required something a little extra.
You see he was gay. Most of Hollywood was gay. Just closeted in the sixties but still he made his preferences known. So when he saw Uncle Herman and the bulge in his pants he immediately tried to sign him for the sitcom. Unfortunately he was not much of an actor so he lost the role. To Forrest Tucker. Which was only because they couldn't get Milton Berle.
It was a real shame. I really think Uncle Herman could carry a sitcom.
Friday, September 29, 2017
Binges. Binge eating. Binge drinking. Binge watching. Binge reading. I like binges.
Since I have to watch what I eat and I can't really drink anymore I have to satisfy my craving by bing watching shows on Hulu and binge reading on my Kindle.
Lately I have been reading the novels of Griff Hosker. I found him on Amazon and started reading some of his series. They are like peanuts. You get one and you just want to keep going. I thought it was a good research project. Read someone who is a very successful genre writer that most people have not heard of but is still earning a great living. This dude is a couple of years younger than me and has published 90 novels! That's right 90! They all go for less than five bucks and seem to be pretty popular. Now don't get me wrong. They all sort of seem the same. Or the the same themes. He repeats himself a lot. The action scenes in paticular. But if you are a Game of Thrones fan and aren't into rape and incest it is decent escapist reading.
He seems to specialize in medieval England with series devoted to the Saxons, Normans, Vikings and the Plantagenets. A decent way to spend some time.
Recommended for what it is. A good value for the money.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
She loved Brooklyn like a fat kid loved cake. She loved the feel of it. The smell of it. The taste of it. Every single thing about it.
She had always wanted to live in the city. When she was a kid upstate she would see movies and TV shows based in the City and want to move there to get out of her hick town that was more of a prison than a home. She would watch reruns of shows like “Friends” and “Caroline in the City” and she would dream of coming to New York to be an artist. The problem was she wasn't particularly talented. She couldn't sing or dance or draw. A mediocre student she just didn't have the skills. But she didn't let that stand in her way.
Instead of Manhattan like Rachel and Monica she found her way to Brooklyn. It was much cooler than Manhattan. Cheaper too. Not by much but enough to get by.
When the time came she moved down to Bushwick with a couple of her friends from high school. They all got bullshit jobs to pay the rent on the shoe box apartment they had in a dilapidated brownstone. Jobs in retail. Waitressing. Temp work. Make work. Just enough to get by while they searched for what they were looking for. If they could figure out what the fuck they were looking for.
They all wore a uniform. Not the fast food uniforms that she wore in McDonald's up in the little shit hole town outside of Utica where she grew up. A different kind of uniform. The hipster uniform. After all she had to display her tribal markings. It was the only way to belong in the big city.
So she had the ragged haircut. Dirty hair under a dirty knit cap. The ripped jeans. Tattoos. A nose and lip piercing. An i Phone. A bike that she rode to work. And an entitled attitude that flowed before her like the stink off a homeless guy’s asshole. She was a hipster and she was making no bones about it. It was their time. Get out her way when she rode her bike down Court St.
The date with this dude she met on Tinder was just not working out. He was your typical pajama boy Peter Pan hipster. Older than her for sure. In his thirties. He was wearing the uniform too. Male division. Well the quasi male division. Dirty jeans. Ratty retro shirt. Thin vest. Beard like a misplaced Amish farmer or the bassist in ZZ Top. And an attitude. That he was all that and a bag of organic gluten free kale chips. Another wasted night.
They had met for a drink at a little bar right off the bridge on Carroll St near the Gowanus Canal. They had a drink. He had a craft beer. She had a mojito. He paid. So far so good. At least he wasn’t a cheap douche nozzle like the last five guys she had dated. They chatted awhile. Superficially of course. Without giving too much information. Just feeling each other out. She didn’t think they would be feeling each other up. It just wasn’t happening for her. Sometimes that’s how it works out.
They decided to go for a slice of pizza at the pizzeria on the corner of Third Avenue. They had gluten free slices which was unusual. She figured she would get a bite and then walk back to her bike that she had chained up in front of the boutique that she worked at. This way she could brush off this dude and get home safe. She definitely didn’t want him to take her home. In fact she insisted on paying for the pizza so he didn’t get any proprietary impulses. It would be best to shut that shit down as fast as possible.
When they finished they said goodbye on the sidewalk. Totes awkward. A quick hug and a peck on the cheek and she scurried off down Carroll Street back to the store. She hustled along. She wasn’t afraid. She was never afraid. Her bosses at work couldn’t believe that she lived in Bushwick. They thought it was a war zone or something. But she was of the generation that hadn’t lived through the crack wars and the crime waves of the ‘70’s and 80’s. That Nazi Giuliani had cleaned it all up and she had no reason to be afraid. She could go anywhere and do anything and never looked over her shoulder.
The street was a little dark. It seemed that the streetlight was out right in front of the bridge. The smell was enough to guide you. The turgid water glowed from the chemicals in the Canal. They had been cleaning it up for decades. It was even a superfund site. But the Canal at Carroll Street was particularly bad. They had installed huge fans that pushed the water out of the canal and into the ocean. Unfortunately the fans were on the other side of the bridge so the water never moved on this side of the Canal. It was basically just a stagnant, putrid pool of slop. She quickened her step so she didn’t have to smell it.
There was a shadowy figure standing on the bridge wearing a hoodie. She wasn’t apprehensive. Well not really apprehensive. What was going to happen to her two blocks from her job? Just as she got close the guy turned and she could see his face in the moonlight. Shit. She know him. She relaxed. It was so stupid to be worried.
“Hey how are you? What are you doing over here?” She said. She smiled at him. He was always very shy. So she didn’t want him to feel bad. She never wanted anyone to feel bad if she could help it.
He didn’t reply. He just sort of ducked his head down. And took his hand out of his pocket. It held something shiny. What was it? A cellphone. No a knife. A knife?
He took the knife and slashed it across her throat in one swift practiced gesture. She couldn’t even scream. She just started to gurgle as her life’s blood spurted out in a rush. He grabbed her. Held her up. Making sure he was out of the path of the blood. He looked into her terrified eyes as her life was rushing out of her body. He pushed her against the rail. Over. Her last thought as she died was how bad she was going to smell. She didn’t feel anything as she slid beneath the water.
The shadowy figure looked around. No one was out. He folded the knife and put it in his pocket. He walked away.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
As some you might know a valued contributor to this blog has passed. Richard Thompson who went by the handle Aridog passed after a long illness.
You will have remembered many of his no nonsense posts. Dick was a veteran and a hard headed realist. But with all of that he was an idealist and had vast compassion for others. Especially people of other cultures and faiths. Sometimes when I would go off on a rant he would comment and make me stop and think about what I was saying. He was one of the view commenter's who was worthing listening to because he had walked the walk.
Getting to know someone on the internet can be tricky. Some people presume to know you and what you think. What you are. But we all many things. Not all of them are displayed in blog posts or comments. Don't get me wrong. You can tell a lot about a person. For example you can tell that Dick was a gentleman and a patriot. I especially loved his stories of his time in the Service and his hard won experiences.
Dick was a generous and loyal friend. A family man. Above all a patriot. He will be sorely missed. There is one phrase I always think of when I think of Aridog: "We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm."
Rest in peace my friend. God bless you and your family.
Monday, May 30, 2016
- In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
- There is a new-made grave to-day,
- Built by never a spade nor pick
- Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.
- There lie many fighting men,
- Dead in their youthful prime,
- Never to laugh nor love again
- Nor taste the Summertime.
- For Death came flying through the air
- And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,
- Touched his prey and left them there,
- Clay to clay.
- He hid their bodies stealthily
- In the soil of the land they fought to free
- And fled away.
- Now over the grave abrupt and clear
- Three volleys ring;
- And perhaps their brave young spirits hear
- The bugle sing:
- “Go to sleep!
- Go to sleep!
- Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.
- Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,
- You will not need them any more.
- Danger’s past;
- Now at last,
- Go to sleep!”
- There is on earth no worthier grave
- To hold the bodies of the brave
- Than this place of pain and pride
- Where they nobly fought and nobly died.
- Never fear but in the skies
- Saints and angels stand
- Smiling with their holy eyes
- On this new-come band.
- St. Michael’s sword darts through the air
- And touches the aureole on his hair
- As he sees them stand saluting there,
- His stalwart sons;
- And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill
- Rejoice that in veins of warriors still
- The Gael’s blood runs.
- And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,
- From the wood called Rouge Bouquet
- A delicate cloud of bugle notes
- That softly say:
- Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!
- Your souls shall be where the heroes are
- And your memory shine like the morning-star.
- Brave and dear,
- Shield us here.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Jerry walked down the steps. It had been a hard day. Working as a bookkeeper in a furniture store was not exactly exciting. It was a few extra shekels. Making ends meet in 1976 was not easy. So $50 is worth a day’s boredom and frustration. It was just a pain in the ass to trek all the way out to Forest Hills and then back to Borough Park. But at least it was a straight shot on the F Train.
The platform was deserted as usual. Even though it was a cold winter’s day it still reeked of urine. The tile walls were covered in graffiti. It had never been this way when he was a kid. People were proud of their neighborhood. They kept things up. Forest Hills was an expensive place as far as those things went. That didn’t spare it. These “artists” came to every station and spray painted their tags everywhere. It made everywhere look like a slum. Maybe they did it so they could feel at home.
The F train pulled into the station. Oh no. It was one of those new R-46 models. Supposedly it was graffiti proof. All hard plastic seats that were easy to scrub unlike the older trains. The only problem was that the doors were locked. So you couldn’t go from car to car. You needed to have an escape route. Everybody knows that. If you weren’t ready you were a victim.
Jerry walked on to the train and put his head down. It was empty at his end of the car. He pulled out his pocket Talmud and prepared to study. He had a long ride and he would have time to be ready to talk with his friends that night.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
“Welcome to this episode of the Meeting of the Falsely Abused Women’s Club Sitting around talking when the Rainbow Is Enuf! I am your host Greta Nussbaum and tonight’s special guest is Michelle Fields who as you know was victimized by a Nazi. Welcome Michelle.”
“Thank you Hedda. You are an inspiration to all of us.”
“Thank you Michelle. But then I was actually abused and not making stuff up. Never mind. Let’s go to our panel. First up Twana Brawley.”
“Michelle I can’t believe that the racist po po dropped the charges against that chalk faced skinhead that be so nasty. Isn’t it just like the white man’s justice to take the evidence of a videotape and a lack of physical bruising instead of a woman’s feelings into account? Let me axe you. After this experience don’t you feel like you were shit faced and in the bag?”
“Errrr actually no. I felt bruised battered and violated. I mean I know I was poking Trump but who is he to object to that. And who is his campaign manager to pull me away just because I had no right to talk to him at that time and was within the security zone that the Secret Service always mandates for Presidential candidates. I am a member of the news media. More importantly I am a women so the rules don’t apply to me.”
“Very true Michelle. I used to tell Steinberg that all the time. Then he would break my nose. Next up Crystal Magnum.”
“Chile I feel for you. There is nothing worse than not being believed when you is full of shit. It’s damn frustrating. I means they believe you whens you tell them theys got the biggest dick you ever seen but when you says fourteen lacross boys be raping you then you don’t gets paid. I though Obama was gonna fix that shit. Anyways why didn’t you flop on the floor and start to cry and moan. That always worked for me when my man came to collect his just due.”
“That is beneath my dignity as a journalist and a woman. Plus it didn’t work that time I tried it on Allen West so I went with the dignity ploy this time. It didn’t work. Trump has no dignity. So he didn’t cave.”
“Very true Michelle very true. We will get to our other panelist and more questions but first a word from our sponsors Planned Parenthood. We want you to be a part of us and we will take care of your fetus and want parts from them. We will be right back.”
Sunday, February 14, 2016
February 14, 2016
So Jenna and Barb and I were sitting on the back porch sparking up a couple of splifs while we were watching the NBA All Star game festivities. We just love to watch muscular black men running around without a lot of clothing. Reminds me of my days working in the Peeps on the Deuce. Memories
Anyhoo just as we were all just getting nice and mellow we heard a crash and some loud obnoxious cursing coming from the Family room. It was W’s Mom. Again. She was always starting a freaking ruckus and smashing stuff. I don’t know why. I mean it wasn’t time for the wrestling yet so I don’t know why she was acting out. She always got real agitated when one of her favorites started to lose. Especially the midgets. Babs loved the midgets.
"Jenna could you go into the house and see what is up with Gram’s?” “Oh Momma I can’t. I did it the last three times. Let Barb do it for once.” “On no..no…no” Barbara said as she rocked back and forth and twitched. I swear she gets more and more like the retarded sister on Downton Abby every day.
“Shitfire I guess I have to in to find out what’s up with the bug eyed twat.”
You see I have never seen eye to eye with Babs. She has always hated me ever since W brought me home to meet the family. She even tried to stop me from getting the “First Lady’s Traveling Underpants” but luckily Hillary gave them to me which is why we have always had a soft spot for her. Now Babs is getting meaner and meaner. Poppy Bush is getting feeble and it is impossible for him to keep her in check anymore. And now that her favorite Jebbie is running she is insufferable.
When I got to the family room I had to step over broken glass and spilled beer. It seems that she had been drinking PBR and watching a reply of last night’s debate and just lost her shit. She Elvised the TV by throwing a bottle through the screen. Perfect.
“So Babs what’s up?” I wanted to keep it light. “What do mean you idjit. Didn’t you watch the debate? That animal Trump is ripping poor Jeb a new asshole again. He even went after your husband saying he lied to get us into Iraq. Not that you care. You always liked Trump that Atlantic City asshole. Just like my idiot husband. You traitor.”
“Now Babs you know that is not true. W and I are fully behind his little bro. Way way behind but whatever. Here have a couple of these nice aspirins for your rheumatiz.” I gave her a couple of downers and she zoned right out. It was the only way to control her when she got like that. You had no idea what she might do. She bit a maid in Venezuela one time. Took her ear clean off. That was hard to cover up.
W walked in. “Oh no Laura. Is Mom acting out again?” “Yeah she is. I drugged her up. She was pissed about what the Donald said. She even mentioned Atlantic City. You better have your shit together if you are going to South Carolina. You know the Donald might bring up your Dad and that Don King thing.” “Crap. That damn Jeb always lands me in it.”
You see back in the day we were all good friends with the Donald. Both W and his Daddy liked to gamble a little. They would fly into Atlantic City for the fights or just for the weekend. Boy’s night out. I didn’t care. I trusted W. But it burned Bab’s ass. She was always bitching and moaning and crying whenever they went to AC. Now Poppy would bullshit her and tell her they were visiting Trump to collect the pay-offs for the Trilateral commission. But she knew that was bullshit.
Anyhoo this one time they flew in for a Tyson fight. I think he was fighting Alex Stewart in the Convention Center. Don King was promoting it and invited Poppy and W and the boys to check out the fights and stay at the Plaza. Of course Jeb tried to pussy out because Consuela wouldn’t let him out of her sight. But Poppy forced him to come. You see he wanted to make a man out of him.
When the boys get to AC the Donald had laid it all out for them. A suite at the Trump Plaza. Front row seats at the fight. Tickets to the after party. Which was always a hell of a party in those days when Tyson was unbeatable. He bitch slapped Stewart in one round and then the party started. Now Trump had just started screwing around with Marla Maples in those days. She was a hot young thing. She was at the party with a bunch of girls. Some actresses. Show girls. Cocktail waitresses. A hooker for Tyson to rape. You know. The usual suspects.
The unusual thing was that the Donald had invited Lola Falana. Now Poppy Bush was infatuated with her beyond all reason. He loved to watch her on Dean Martin and would rub one out when Babs wasn’t lookin’. So it was an extra special treat that she was there at the party. My old friend Joey Heatherton was there as well and W was catching up with her and talking about the old days. The problem was as it always is: Jeb.
You see Babs had called Jeb on his cellphone and wanted to know what was going on. Little did we know that she had flown into AC and was planning to surprise Poppy. She badgered Jeb and demanded to know where they were. He folded like a cheap suitcase. Even though Trump had invited Charo for him. He told his Mama the Room Number and everything. And of course she barged in.
Now it was quite the scene as W described it to me. Trump had Marla on his lap. And Poppy was getting a lap dance from Lola Falana. Don King was fingering Della Reese. Tyson was banging some video ho on the table and everyone else was cheering him on. That ended right quick. Old Babs waded in and went bat shit crazy. Hit Tyson over the head with a giant ashtray. Punched Marla Marples in the snoot. Pulled off Lola’s weave. Gave Poppy a shiner. It was a giant mess. It took forever for the Secret Service to break it up. And that wasn’t the worst part.
You see Babs is a vindictive old beyotch. As soon as she got home she dropped a dime to Ivana Trump. Called up and told her all about Marla. You see she had the FBI give her a copy of her file and sent it over to Ivana so she could use it in the divorce. There were photos and tapes and everything. Donald never got over it. He has hated the Bushes ever since. Especially Jeb. The stoolie.
This is not going to end well.
Monday, January 25, 2016
I haven't posted about the controversy about the Oscars. I mean it would be a perfect post at Lem's but he would delete what I have to say since he is a card carrying cuckservative.
It seems that a big segment of the douche bags of color community is up in arms at the lack of nominations of African Americans in the Oscar. They are absolutely right. The fact that there were no superior performances by black actors does not matter. A quota must be established so an equal amount of Oscars should go to Black actors every every year. Even if they didn't make a movie this year. I mean how can they ignore the life time achievements of Jimmy JJ Walker or Sherman Hemsley? Fred Re Run Berry surely deserves an Oscar instead of some simpering moron like Leonado De Caprio or an old fart like Robert DeNiro. It is ludicrous that a seminal beauty and thespian phenomena like Shirley Hempill has been denied lo these many years! Take that statue away from Meryl Streep and bestow it on Oprah where it really belongs! When will the artistry of Marlon Wayan's finally be recognized?
I plan to boycott the Oscar telecast this year. Well I wasn't going to watch it anyway. It conflicts with the the Real Housewives. But I am not watching in solidarity with my Black brothers and sisters who have been treated so shamefully.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
She costarred in a Wyatt Earp that I watched last night and had on a pointy bullet bra. She made a bunch of Westerns and Sci/Fi things on TV and the movies in the 1950's. A pure B-lister but a pretty girl who didn't take herself two seriously.
Whose that girl?
So I bring a list of all of our medications to transfer from CVS to Rite Aid because our insurance will no longer pay CVS. They said it would be easy. Which of course it was not.
You see some of the prescriptions were called in and they are not transferable. So I have to get new prescriptions from the doctor. Who is not reachable on the weekend. Normally they would give me a few pills to tide us over but now they can't because I won't be filling it at CVS and Rite Aid needs a new one.
It is all fucked up.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
It is a good move in my book. It will help Trump because people who hate her will never vote for him anyway.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Obamacare is the gift that keeps on giving. I go to the CVS to pick up our pills and they tell me that they do not take our insurance anymore. I have Oxford which is United Health Care which is one of the biggest companies. So how is it that they don't take it. They took it in Florida last month for crying out loud. They told me I had to go to Rite-Aid or Walgreens which are blocks away.
I understand that they are not paying the monies due or something. These insurance companies are going out of business left and right. I got dropped from my prior company because they do not do small business plans with a husband and wife group. So we had to get personal coverages which I found out that they are dropping this year so I have to find another company. Unless something changes.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Teenage girl and father who claimed she was gang raped in Brooklyn park are lying, says lawyer after they fail to pick suspects from line up
- Five teenagers accused of gang raping 18-year-old girl in a Brooklyn park
- Girl and father said to be drinking together on the night of alleged attack
- They claim the boys drove father away at gunpoint, took turns raping her
- Suspects said father was having sex with the girl when they first arrived
- Teens identified as Denzel Murray, 14, Shaquell Cooper and Ethan Phillip, both 15, and Onandi Brown, 17
A lawyer defending one of the five teenage boys accused of gang raping an 18-year-old girl in a Brooklyn park has dismissed her allegations as a total lie.
Spencer Leeds, representing 17-year-old suspect Onandi Brown, said she and her father, who was with her the night of the alleged attack, failed to pick any of the first four suspects from a police lineup.
The alleged victim and her father said the teenagers approached them at the park, scared him away at gunpoint and took turns raping her.
Ted Cruz was spot on when he was talking about "New York Values." As a rabid right wing conservative I have to hide my views from everyone I come in contact with in New York. Other than the guys who I grew up with who all feel the same. There is an underground conservative subculture here in NYC but the prevalent values of those of Andy Cuomo and Comrade Bill De Blasio. Trump knows how to maneuver in that climate. He swims in it comfortably as a Real Estate Shark.
Trump has the values of an upper East Side Jewish Real Estate developer. That is his milieu. That is his bailiwick. Very socially liberal but suspicious of the schwatzes and the latino's. His eyes are wide open don't kid yourself.
Cruz's apology was a thing of beauty. He laid it right out. He doesn't have to worry about the Times or Cuomo or anyone else who would never vote for him in a million years. Trump did that for him. He can give zero fucks and word it as strong as he wants. Because Trump will say something even tougher.
I wouldn't cry crocodile tears like the pansies in the press and New York Politicians did about Cruz. They dis the rest of country enough as it is. They should just take the hit and hit back if they want. That is what a man does.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
I have been exceptionally busy lately. What with our trip to Florida and business stuff I haven't had time to blog much. Or to follow other blogs.
I used to read a whole bunch of stuff but my approach has gotten a lot more selective. I usually look at Instapundit, Legal Insurrection, Vox Day, Ace of Spades, Briebart and Hot Air. I have dropped a bunch of places like RedState, Powerline, Turley and of course the Evil Blogger Lady who I haven't visited in more than two years. Not our Evil Blogger Lady of course because that cow is very funny. In fact I visit the blogs on my sidebar frequently. I just don't comment much anymore.
I guess I am a true Trump voter. I am pissed off and I don't want to bring my venting everywhere anymore. You can't say what you really think. Or at least what I really think. Because if you do you end up like Anthony Cumia or the bakers who have to pay $100,000 for not baking a cake. So it is better to step back and be concerned with your own things and let the rest of it pass you by.
I really respect the tack that Michael Haz took. He stepped back and very infrequently engages these days. I am sure he has a lot to say. But like me I think he realizes that there are very few willing to listen. So it is better to pull up a chair in the cabin in the woods and enjoy the passing parade.
I have buckled down and started writing my books again. I hope to finish at least one of them by the late spring. I don't know if I can pull it off but I am going to try. As a consequence this is the only place you will be able to catch my bullshit. Just sayn.
So the Governor of South Carolina Nimrata Randhawa Haley gave the GOP response to Barack Hussien Obama's State of the Union. You know I think it is a good policy to call everyone by their full name. The name that there parents gave them. The name on their birth certificates and christening documents or whatever documents the Sikhs or the Muslims have. Just to level the playing field.
In any event Nimrata decided to chide the loud voices and told us lowlifes to sit down and shut up and listen to our betters. You know people like Ryan and McConnell who vetted her speech and gave her the gig. She went after Trump and Cruz and anyone who did not buy the establishments bromides hook line and sinker. She is getting gushing praise from the Democrats, the Obama administration and the cuckservatives at joints like RedState.com. Of course she is trying to back peddle it now but it was eminently clear where she was coming from.
It is part and parcel of the attempt to wrest the nomination from either Trump or Cruz to some Rhino savior. There is a lot of talk that Paul Ryan is the one who will come out of the convention as the nominee based on machinations of the establishment. I tell you this. If that happens the Republican party will be as dead as Murphy's dick.
Conservative Rabid Puppy Vox Day gives a great analysis of this in his excellent blog Vox Popoli. Well worth a read.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
I love Westerns. Watch them all the time. I especially like Kurt Russell westerns. Along with Sam Elliott he is one of the few stars who has been in quality Westerns the last twenty years. I won't go see that schmucks Tarrentino's latest bullshit because of what he pulled with the Black Lives Matters Crap so I was excited to see a new Kurt Russell western on Amazon Prime.
The title was "Bone Tomahawk." I thought it would be an old fashioned Cowboys and Indian shoot em up. But I was mistaken. You see it is all about cannibal Indians and stuff. I just didn't dig it in the least. Stilted dialogue and a crap plot. I couldn't even finish it. It came off as really cheaply made. So I just lasted through about two thirds of the movie. It was not worth it.
I have switched my night time viewing when I am in bed from Netflicks to Youtube. It seems that various knuckleheads post entire episodes of my favorite old time TV shows on Youtube. Usually it is a foreigner so there might be subtitles in Spanish or German or something but that is fine. I got a new pair of Blue tooth wireless headphones so I just put the ipad on the dresser and put the ear plugs in and listen away until I fall asleep.
There are a lot of great shows available. The Munsters. Car 54. Bewitched. Gunsmoke. Bonanza. And the one I have been watching from the beginning of the series. "The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp." It is perfect for me. Just enough to keep my interest but slow enough that I can just nod out and fall asleep. Highly recommended.
Red State is another one of these cuckservative sites that will drop you in a minute because of political correctness. Not that I said anything that bad. I just didn't buy that Trump was like Hitler. I put up a diary to that effect and one of the main Trump haters who is a moderator banned me. Fair enough. Like most places these days it is not worth the effort.
I only went there because I saw that Evi posts there and I decided to experiment. Epic fail.
Oh well. Another site I will not be visiting anymore.