Take that back McMahon!

The longer I hang around commenting on the internet the more and more I realize it is exacting the same as professional wrestling..

Think about. People choose names and characters and personality traits. They can change over time. You can go from being a hero to being a "heel." Every match is different. Sometimes when you are in a bout your buddies rush the ring. When you are not looking somebody will hit  you with a chair. It is basically all fixed. Basically all bullshit. Some people have managers who set them up and others have tag teams.

Now the tag team is an interesting phenomena. Two separate wrestlers are partners in crime. They tag each other in and go and wail on the opponent. When they are villains or "heels" they cheat and try to double team an opponent. Or one distracts the ref while the other does something dirty.

One of the more interesting tag teams starred the Adorable Adrian Adonis. Adonis started out  as  a biker dude but morphed into a sort of gay wrestler who wore makeup and pink tutus. So he started out as a regular guy but turns into a gay activist. To make money. Sound like somebody you know?

Adrian Adonis  had a big feud with a black wrestler know as the Junkyard Dog who wore a chain around his neck and carried a bone. He was like a dog with a bone complaining that people were cheating him because he was black. Sound like anybody you know?

Now imagine that the Adorable Adrian Adonis and the Junkyard Dog teamed up as a tag team. Going from venue to venue causing trouble and distracting the ref while they toss stuff in peoples eyes and gouging them with foreign objects. It seems to be going on lately everywhere you go.

So I think that I am going to term those people Adorable Adrian Adonis and the Junkyard Dog. It seems appropriate.

I like to take a day off now and again

Yesterday was our day off so we tried to relax a little and not get bogged down in the bullshit. We held off making calls and emails and tried to hang out and veg.

We wanted to watch a movie and of course I opted for an old timey movie. With Six You Get Eggroll starring Doris Day and the great Brian Keith. I don't care much for today's movies other than the Marvel Superhero one's and I don't think it is fair to watch my favorites all the time. Lisa had never seen this one and I knew she would enjoy.

Doris was Doris. Beautiful, tasteful and kind. Brian Keith is the type of actor you don't see much anymore. A man. You know. Guys like Brian Keith, Robert Ryan, Charles Bronson and James Coburn are not around anymore. Brian Keith starred in one of the best TV Westerns of all time in 1960. Created and written by Sam Peckinpah it is one of my favorites. So it was fun to see him in a romantic comedy.

The bit parts were also a blast. These two guys played the leaders of  a flower  power hippie motorcycle gang:

That's right. Corporal Klinger and Father Mulcahy are the leaders of this hippie motorcycle gang talking about "peace and love man it's groovy." A very young George Carlin is the car hop at the drive in. It had two of the best character actresses of all time: Alice Ghostly and Pat Carroll.

But you know what was crazy. The young and luscious daughter of Brian Keith.

What's crazy is that now she is playing the old witch on "Once Upon a Time."

 

Holy crap I am fucking old.

I Can Dream About You

Nowhere Fast!

Previously TV

Well since Television Without Pity is closing down I have to find a new place to read about my favorite TV shows. It seems that everyone from TWOP has migrated over to Previously TV which has sort of the same format.

I registered under the name of Trooper York so we have to see how long it takes for them to ban me. I usually lasted about a week on TWOP before they eighty sixed me.

My strategy is to comment on less popular shows. Maybe I can stay off the radar for a while.

Don't look at me like that.

"You might be my mother and everything but I don't need you tuning your headlights on me like that."
"It just isn't right."
"I know you like my brother more. Everybody does. He got to bang Mary Tyler Moore and I only get to play second banana's for the rest of my life."
"I mean I will spend years working for a meathead and living in Minnesota. I thought Minnesota was only for elderly depressed marsupials?"

Problems of a Shopkeeper

So as you know we are hiring. I put ads in a bunch of places and all the resumes are either for idiots or for people who make appointments but don't show up. But today we had an interview that puts us in a quandary.

This person had a name that could be either a man or a woman. It turns out to be a dude. He was quite well spoken and personable. He had relavent experience as he is the manager of a high end boutique on Madison Avenue. The problem is that he is a man. Can I hire a guy to sell women's clothing? I mean I get away with it because I am an owner and people know me from the show and my personality is such that I can get around it and sell. Can this guy do this?

He was on time and well dressed. By far and away the best candidate. I am seriously considering hiring him.

But he is a dude?

But Wilbur I like to get wet.

"Com'om Wilbur lets go for a swim in the pool. We live in Southern California and we never do any fun stuff."
"But we do honey. Just last week we went riding."
"I mean fun stuff without that stupid horse. You know I like to get ridden every once in while."
"Of course, of course honey but I don't have a saddle to fit you."
"You really are a dummy Wilbur."
"Listen if you are going to nag me I am just going into the barn to talk to Ed."
"GO AHEAD YOU JERK OFF! I AM GOING TO THE BEACH!"

Dog Photos that Gene Simmons don't want you to see.

But I know someone else that thinks this is hot.

Problems of a shopkeeper

So I might have mentioned that we are opening a new lingerie store in the back office. There is a side entrance on President Street that I have kept closed the last seven years. Mainly because the gate is a bitch to open. It is an old school heavy duty one that you role up by main strength. Obviously I can't do that anymore so I am having it replaced. This is the before photo. After I change it I will show you the after photo.

We are going to put a few mannequins in the window with some sexy lingerie on them so the neighborhood pervs will be standing outside. I might have to get a bouncer.

Of course NYC has a regulation about this. This old school gate is grandfathered in until 2026 but if I change it I have to use a gate you can see through. Which is fine since we want people to look in and want to come to the store. An electric gate will go for about $2,600. Nice right?

Whisper in my ears darling

"I just wanted to tell you one thing."

"What's that darling?"

"Please stop staring at my tits."

Whose that girl?

A favorite of ours who has been here before of course, of course. She was the extremely hot and extremely neglected sitcom wife who played second fiddle to her husbands true love. And it wasn't even in a Western!

Whose that girl in the short shorts?

Bette Rubble is a dirty girl

Oh yes she is dirty.

But she is also tired.

You see Wilma wears her out.

That makes the Bed Rock.

So to speak.

In heels.

Ya-ba-da-ba-do-her!

Dog photos that Meade does not want you to see

It seems that things are getting weirder and weirder in Wisconsin. They have progressed to three ways. The next move is to get inter-species polygamous marriage approved in all fifty states.

Don't be a hater.

Get the fuck out of here with your Whole Foods Bullshit

So after we had finished bringing the fabric to the storage unit we decided to go to the new Whole Foods. It is about twenty blocks from my house and since I don't have a car we didn't have an occasion to go there. I had Omar drive us there. We parked in the lot and he pushed the wagon for me in the store.

I wanted him to carry a canteen so I could call him Gunga Din but he wouldn't go for it.

Anyway they did have a nice meat section even though it was wildly overpriced. I got a couple of filet mignons to cook and some veggies for the side. We got a little of this and a little of that but the prices were outrageous. The little food market across the street called Gourmet Fresh had most of this stuff. The veggies at KY Fruits are half the price. So we won't be going back.

But at least I got to see what everyone is talking about. As usual it is bullshit.

Concerntrate youse guys!

In Xanadu did Jessica Hahn
Two stately Pleasure-Dome decree,
Where Alph, the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

If Star Date was like J Date

"Stop Spock you must not do this. I do not accept you as my mate for Pon Farr.""Well you're dirty and sweet, clad in black
Don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of a hydra upon you
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl."
"What the fuck?":
"Get it on, bang the gong , get it on!"

That's where we live

 

 

 

When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people hurt us so
Only those in love would know
What a town without pity can do

If we stop to gaze upon a star
People talk about how bad we are
Ours is not an easy age
We're like tigers in a cage
What a town without pity can do

The young have problems, many problems
We need an understanding heart
Why don't they help us, try and help us
Before this clay and granite planet falls apart

Take these eager lips and hold me fast
I'm afraid this kind of joy can't last
How can we keep love alive
How can anything survive
When these little minds tear you in two
What a town without pity can do

How can we keep love alive
How can anything survive
When these little minds tear you in two
What a town without pity can do

No, it isn't very pretty what a town without pity

I knew I read it but I forgot....I read so much stuff

It turns out that I read a novel about the life of Cynthia Ann Parker by one of my favorite authors Douglas C. Jones who wrote "The Season of Yellow Leaf." It is a shame that his books are out of print. I hope they are reissued on Kindle. I enjoyed his first novel "The Court marshal of George Armstrong Custer." That was one of the first alternative history novels I ever read. Jones was a bit of a hippie but a pretty damn good Western writer.

You know what would make a good book.....

I am currently reading "The Searchers: The Making of An American Legend" by Glenn Frankel. It is the story of the making of the John Ford movie. As you might or might not know the story of "The Searcher's" is a meditation on the story of Cynthia Ann Park who was kidnapped by the Comanche. She was the mother of the famous Comanche's last chief Quanah Parker. Now I think the story has been told from Cynthia Ann's perspective. I bet there were novels written from her point of view. But I would like to take a crack at it.

Problems of a shopkeeper

Sorry if my posting output is down but I am very tired. We have been having a lot of issues at the store and it is killing me.

We can't seem to find anyone to hire. We have advertised in several venues including Craig's list, Indeed, All Retail Jobs dot.com and other areas including FIT and Pratt University. Either they don't reply when I send an email after they send their resume or they make an appointment and don't show up. I  have three people that made appointments and did not show or call or email. What the fuck Al Roker doesn't anyone need a fucking job?

Now as you know we manufacture in both Brooklyn and California. In Brooklyn we end up taking our fabric to the manufacturer which is a big pain in the ass. I mean I try to save on the shipping since it costs an arm and a leg. So I fill up Omar's SUV and we truck it to the factory. Now part of the process is they then take the fabric to the cutting service who cuts up the fabric into  dresses or skirts or whatever  that they then get back and so in the factory.

Well the slant eyed cunt that manufacturers for us called and said that the cutting service demanded we take back all of our fabric. You see in New York I guess that space is at a premium because I never had a problem in California. You see the cutter knows if I keep the stuff at his place he will get the job cutting. Right? Well these fuckers didn't care. So instead of taking care of it the slant eyed cunt said we had to take the fabric out and she wasn't going to do it. So I had to go with Omar and get the stuff from the fucking chinks at the cutting service.

Now the thing that burns my ass is that the cutter is around the corner from the motherfucking Tawinese twat's place and she could have brought it to her place. But she didn't want to do it. So we had to take it to our personal storage locker in Flatbush Avenue which is about ten miles away. What the fuck Charley Chan Cunt?

Lisa told this motherfucking zipperhead that we will never bring this fabric back for her to work on. I will ship it to Cali or use another factory. But she will not get the work the fucking Mongoloid Motherfucker!

Poor Omar had to bust his ass. I mean he had a lot to carry and shit. I am  too fucking weak to pitch in like I used to and Lisa is yelling at me that I am doing to much as it is. It is fucking frustrating since I can't just bull through and get it done like I  usually do.

Of course Omar is happy since I pay him really well and we took him to dinner. But still this was all so unnecessary. What the fuck?

This fucking shit is gonna catch me another heart attack!

Dog photos Meade does not want you to see.

Meade likes dress up. When he dresses up. When his friends dress up.

That is why the Evil  Blogger Lady has been so angry lately. She isn't getting any so she has to sublimate by eating five breakfasts each morning and rubbing bacon on her twat. But even the puppies are turning up their noses.

It has been a grim winter in Wisconsin. Just sayn'

It is all coming together.....Amazing

Things are moving at light speed. That is why I have not been posting a lot lately. I started talking to Artie Bucco about stuff. As I suspected he started dropping by the store everyday. You see he wants to get the cachet of being a neighborhood guy instead of an actor guy. So I took him around and introduced him around. He got the in with Marco Polo and the pork store and the bakery guys.

Anyhoo we batted around the idea of a script for "Blue Bloods." But a funny thing happened. I let him read a little of "Joey Gallo's Lament" and he went crazy. He loved it. It took some excepts and showed it to Terrence Winter who wrote a lot of "The Sopranos" and now is the show runner and principal author of "Boardwalk Empire." And you know what? He wants to make it as a mini-series for HBO. Of course Artie wants a part. I convinced him to sell it with him as  Larry Gallo since that is more age appropriate. They are going to try to get some of the old Soprano crew for some of the parts. Johnny (Sack) Cutola as Profaci. Big Pussy as his brother in law the Mook. Steve Buscemi as Joe the Plumber. Jim Caviezel as the Dad. And he is thinking really big for Joey Gallo. He's talking Nicholas Cage. He can play crazy very convincingly.

Things are moving fast. They are already drawing up contracts. Holy shit!

Cameltoe Corner

Those are not Yes jeans. Those are No Jeans. So to speak.

Happy BIrthday Blake

Hey I didn't want to miss the birthday of another one of my original commenters.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLAKE!

Many happy returns of the day dude!

Ooooohhhhhhhh Yoko!

So this dude comes into the store selling sunglasses out of his car. Some of them are pretty weird and I had to try them on so the wife could judge just how stupid they would look.

They looked pretty stupid.  Yoko Ono stupid if you ask me.

Needless to say we are  not buying any.

Happy Birthday Chickie

It seems our good friend and primo commenter Chickenlittle/El Pollo Raylan  has a birthday.

Happy Birthday buddy!

I hope you have a happy and prosperous year!

Joey Gallo's Lament

Cousin Mick looked at Little Joe and said “So what do you have to say for yourself you greasy piece of shyte. Don’t be wasting my time boyo or you will live to regret it.” “I can’t spill it here Detective. I don’t want everyone to hear our business. Can’t we go somewhere to talk private like.” “Ah its secrets he’ll be telling me now Liam doncha know?” Uncle Liam grunted. “Well I suppose we can sit over in the booth in the back. Ryan you stay at the bar. Excuse me Uncle.”

Mick got up and walked to the single booth in the back near the juke box. It had filthy stained leather and a big rip in one of the seats where you could see the stuffing and the springs. Toomy’s wasn’t much for maintenance. Or cleaning. Or sanitation. Even the roaches scieved it. Mick sat on the cleaner side and beckoned to Little Joe and had him sit on the broken seat. Little Joe sat down and shivered.

“So you slimy douchebag what do you have to say for yourself” said Cousin Mick? “I want to thank you for letting me go Detective. So I thought I could help you out. You know the beating of the longshoreman over at the Three Fours?” “I am aware” said Cousin Mick. “What do you know?” “Well I saw Apples from down the Slope and the Snake grab him up and take him into a car that day. He owed the vig for the last three months and they were going to fuck him up. As an example or something. That Apples don’t know his own strength the fuck.” “Now I know you are funning with me. There is no way that the Snake would be running a shy down in Red Hook. The Gallo’s would blow them up.” “They are pushing their way into the neighborhood Detective. The word is that Old Man Profaci gave them the go-ahead. The Gallo’s are on the way out. Everybody knows.”

Cousin Mick looked at him doubtfully.  There was some truth to what this knucklehead was saying. “So you are telling me that you are going to testify against the Snake? Somehow I don’t believe that.” “Testify? Who the fuck said anything about testifying? I just wanted to give you the info Detective but I ain’t gonna testify…no way…no how.” “Listen dummy if I want you to testify you are going to testify. Now get the fuck out of here and go straight home. I want you to stay home for the next couple of days. If I hear you are out in the bars with that fool Boriello I will have Ryan pay you a visit and teach you your manners.” “Ok, ok no problem. Stay home. I got it. Thank you.” Little Joe leapt out of his seat and practically ran out of the bar.

Cousin Mick sighed and slid out of the booth. He went back to the bar and sat on his stool next to Uncle Liam. He signaled Timmy who brought him a fresh glass and poured him a shot of the Irish. Cousin Mick picked it up and held it to the light. You did that in Toomy’s. Not to admire the whiskey. Just to make sure there wasn’t a roach in your drink. Danger averted Cousin Mick took a healthy sip. He looked over at his partner. Ryan sat back on his stool and belched. A pile of bones and debris sat on a plate in front of him next to a pint of cheap beer. He looked content. At least for now.

“Did you ever get a bad feeling Uncle back in the old country. That you heard something plausible but still thought it wasn’t the whole truth?” Uncle Liam snorted. “Truth is an elusive lover. You think she is in your grasp and she will slip away.” “Aye Uncle. Slip away she will.” Uncle Liam turned and looked Mick in the eye. “Watch your back with these Eye-talians. They are not to be trusted.” “Just as far as I can throw them Uncle. Just as far as I can throw them. Let’s go Ryan. To the Slope we will be going.”

Cousin Mick and Ryan got off of their stools and walked out of the bar. Uncle Liam looked down at his racing form and made a note. He still had a few hours of duty ahead of him this day. It would be couple of hours until the changing of the guard.

The Rifleman

Lucas McCain was in town when the Sheriff called him over to talk to him.
"Lucas Boy there is a problem in town. This woman has shown up and is demanding that we listen to what she has to say. But she is isn't saying anything really. It's got me stumped."
"I don't reckon that can be too much of a problem Micah. Let's go talk to her."
"Howdy Ma'am.  My name is Lucas McCain and I hear you have a problem."
"I don't have a problem big boy. In fact I am not a Ma'am chico. I am a woman born into the body of a man so I have to wear my petticoats to feel right. Your sheriff has the problem. He won't let me go into the ladies out house. Now that is not fair. Or right."
"Well here in Northfork a man is a man and the sheep are nervous. Errr... what I mean is that you have  to pick one sex and stick too it. You can't go from being a mare to a stallion. It just ain't natural."
"Well I don't know. You look like a stallion that might like to take a ride without worrying too much about how the horse started out in the corrall chico."
"Now now Miss that has to wait until later in my career. Right now I have to set a good example. Now please go back to your room and change into your chaps. The regular ones. Not the assless ones. Comprende?"

Whose that girl?

Her house was in Washington where all the big wigs stayed but she was famous as a pioneer woman. Her husband was quite a man. A big man. But if she fessed up she could take it all. So to speak.

Whose that girl?

Boot hill...... Boot hill.......So cold.......So still

"Why did you ask me out Marshal? I thought you were a homo?"
"No that's Doc Holliday. He likes gladiator movies. I swing both ways. I am an acrobat."
"Well that's nice but you can put me down now."
"But I like to show off my muscles carrying you around like this."
"That's fine but I want to walk on my own two feet. And one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Stop staring at my tits."

Does Innocent Until Proven Guilty Mean Anything?

Take the case of Philly receiver DeSean Jackson. The Eagles cut him and nobody has picked him up yet. Which is very strange because he is one of the best receivers in the league. Now the Eagles have let it be known it was because of his "friends and associates" who are bangers. They didn't like the people he knew or grew up with. He has never been convicted of a crime. Unlike Michael Vick. He has never served time. Unlike Michael Vick. So what's the problem? Why don't the Jets run to sign this guy. I mean they are dying for receivers. If Michael Vick can sign with no problem why not a guy who was never even arrested let alone going to jail?

I would have no problem if the Giants signed him.

This just goes to show you one thing. The Jets are fucked up.

Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.

Pope Francis met with President Obama and they had a jolly old time. The Pope gave him a gift.

It was not a book with a list of all the names of the babies that died because of Obama and the Democrat parties obsession with abortion. To the point that he voted for a bill that would force doctors to let babies that survive a botched abortion die to satisfy radical feminists. Not a list of the Catholic Charities that had to close and not offer adoption services because they were forced to place children with gay couples. Not a list of Catholic hospitals that would have to close if they are forced to allow abortions. Not a list of religious orders that are being forced to provide birth control and abortions in the health plans or face multimillion dollar fines.

I know the excuse that will be offered. "This is not the time or the place." "The Pope shouldn't embarrass the President." "The Pope is more concerned with social justice and income inequality."
"What would be gained by insulting the President?"

In a thread I read recently there was a discussion of what it meant to be a "Fool for Christ." It does not seem that this Pope is familiar with that particular gospel.

Who is fooling who?

I am a little tired of basketball

I think they have to change the game.

Dog photos that Meade does not want us to see

I think the ASCPA should check his computer. I think there is something very rotten going on. Maybe they should have Darma's husband and his team should check this out. Just sayn'

Marilyn's Diary

Aunt Lily never got over the fact that Uncle Herman left her for Carol Herman. She partied with a bunch of hippie weirdo's at some Ranch in the Valley. She drank and took pills and had a lesbian affair with this writer bitch name Susie or Susann or something.

The worst was the tattoo's. She got bats and vampires and monsters and of course one of Uncle Herman. But the worst was the one she got right above her vagina. It said "Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here."

Aunt Lily was fucked up.

Button Man

I have been running around trying to get all the stuff ready for the shipment to Japan. So we had to go to the button store to get the leather buttons the Japanese wanted on the coats they bought from us.

There are a bunch of fabrics and notions and button and zipper stores in the Garment Center and we hit a bunch of them to find the fabric and notions we needed. We got most of them and had to get back in time to work in the store. It was a busy week.

Combination Camel Toe Corner and Whose that Girl?

Here's a combination shot. Celebrity Camel Toe Corner and a whose that girl all wrapped in lip hugging stretch pants.

She is married to a famous judge but was once married to a famous homosexual. Whose that girl with the camel toe?

Another one bites the dust

Television without pity which is a website about television shows has announced that it is going out of business in April. That is pretty surprising since it was a very popular site with plenty of commenters. I enjoyed reading it and loved to comment even though I was banned no less than five times. Hee. I just registered with a new name and tried again. But I always broke the rules.

The site was purchased by Bravo and I guess they got tied of all of their shows being trashed in the comments. So they are closing it down.

Closing down the comments are what pussies do when they can't stand the heat. So to speak.

If you know Game of Thrones you will love this.....

 

This is pretty funny. You have to know the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and the Game of Thrones to know how funny this really is.

The only husband at the table

I have to go to another dinner meeting tonight where I am the only husband. This happens to me all  the time. Both in business and professionally.

It reminds me of Ken Todd. His wife Lisa Vanderpump is the mainstay of two reality shows: "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills" and "Vanderpump Rules." Recently he was at a dinner and the crap was flying and he had enough. He was all "This is stupid" and "This is nonsense." I feel for you buddy. Sometimes you want to shout that to the heavens but you just have to sit their quietly.

Heck of job Artie Bucco

So I have been telling you that I see Artie Bucco all over  the neighborhood lately. Artie or John Ventimiglia (his real name) has just moved into  Carroll  Gardens this winter and I see him almost every day. He has a role on the Tom Selleck  vehicle "Blue Bloods" which films in New York so I guess he wanted to come back to Brooklyn. I know he used to live in Park Slope and now lives a few blocks from me in Carroll Gardens.

All this winter he was walking up and down Court St wearing a hat and sunglasses and talking into his handsfree Blue tooth like a crazy person. I ran into him at the deli a couple of times as he is getting some cold cuts from Gourmet Fresh which is on the corner of my block. That is the joint where Danny the Deli Clerk from Masteleone's ended up after they sold out to some yuppies. The Arabs who used to run Key Food set up this up scale grocery but are smart enough to hire a neighborhood guy to run the deli counter so they don't lose the old timers so much. Anyway this mook had ordered some cold cuts when I came up and started bantering with Danny. "What do you want now?" "Hey take it easy and slice your baloney you miserable Popeye look alike before I write another bad Yelp review you miserable prick." He was watching us with his eyes bugging out. You see some hipster twat wrote a nasty review about the deli counter and I think she mentioned me. She went and demanded that Danny change his gloves when he sliced her order because she was allergic to gluten or something. She mentions that she overheard some body talking to the clerk and making fun of her. I bet that was me.

Anyway guess what happens? Artie decides to walk into Lee Lee's. He was shopping for sunglasses of which we have a couple of big displays. Now they are mostly girlie but we have some aviators that can go either way. I wasn't there at the time as I was dealing with the sewer line repair back at the apartment. But Lisa had a chance to talk to him. He introduced himself as John and Lisa didn't let on that she recognized him. He was looking for a specific type of shades that we didn't have but she gave the spiel that she always does about how we are opening a new store in the back but we have plus sized clothes that she designed and manufactured. He was impressed and said he had some friends who are always looking for quality plus sized clothing. Maybe Janice? Anyway he was very nice and Lisa had a nice conversation with him.

I bet he is going to come back because guys like that all ways want to be in with the in crowd.. So now Lee Lee's can be a place he  can come in the neighborhood where people know him and he can get the scoop on what is happening. My question is this. Should I run up a quick script for "Blue Bloods" that he can submit to the powers that be. His character is an Italian American Chief of Patrol who is one of the underlings to the Commissioner played by Tom Selleck.  I figure we can use the story of the two mooks who got in a knife fight at Joes Supperette over the cooze that ran the card store. John's character can be the uncle of the girl who had moved out of the neighborhood but has to come back to deal with the two Mafia familes that are involved in the dispute. I think it would be pretty easy to write a script for that show.  You got Mob guys, violence, the neighborhood. You know my specialty. You just have to make the Commissioner be a pompous dick, the daughter the DA be a commie cunt and the New Kid on the Block detective  be an asshole. Simple.

Of course it is a dick move to hand somebody a script like that. Even though he might be into it since it would have a great role for him in it. I wouldn't do it. But it would be pretty funny.

Have you ever read Robert Conroy?

He is a pretty interesting writer. He specialize in alternative history. His most recent work is "Liberty: 1784 The Second War of Independence. It is pretty good.

The book starts with the execution of George Washington who is beheaded in the Tower of London after being defeated at the battle of Yorktown. The revolution has failed and many of the leaders have been captured and imprisoned. But a core of rebels remain and they have migrated to the Chicago area where they build an independent state called Liberty. The Brits decide to crush the rest of the rebellion and send an army to destroy the rebels.

Conroy mixes historical figures like Benjamin Franklin, Banastre Tarleton, Simon Ginty, George Rodgers Clark and General John Burgoyne with fictional characters of his own creation. He crafts an interesting and plausible alternative history that is great reading for fans of the Revolutionary period.

Highly recommended.

The only understand a boot on their throat.

I am really enjoying the Legal Insurrection blog hosted by Professor Jacobson. It is a real legal blog by a real professor who talks about legal issues and current events like an adult.

He has been following the attempts of radical pro-Palestinian groups on campus who are trying to eject Israeli on more correctly Jewish people from campus. They have gone so far as to distribute eviction notices to individual Jewish students. Now there has been a lot of push back and these attempts at intimidation have mostly failed. So these knuckleheads are talking about "direct action."

You know what that means. Violence. Or threats of violence. And you know that the pussy liberal academics are going to collapse like a cheap suitcase. The only thing that Arabs understand is a boot on their throat.

I hope the Jewish community has a leader who will stand up for the old rules. You know. An eye for an eye. Because that is the only thing that will keep them safe.

This is what abortionists are all about.

I followed a link from Legal Insurrection to a story on Breibart about England. It seems some hospitals in England have been using aborted babies as fuel to heat their hospitals. They are taking the broken tortured flesh of human beings who were ripped from their mothers womb and throw in with the general trash. Paper. Tissues. Cardboard. Babies. All grist for the mill.

This to me is what pro-abortion people are all about. They have no respect for human life. In any respect. They are monsters. Monsters.