A bunch of Mitt Romney's spoiled, brat, prep school buddies (who have the conscience he lacks) have narced him off for participating in an assault and the cutting off of the hair, of a Gay, long hair kid in Jr. high school. And he claims he doesn't remember it.
Bullshit. If I was ever a part of ganging up on a kid with a bunch of friends, and making a plan that included someone bringing scissors to school, or at least out of the classroom to use in this assault, I'm pretty sure it would be an event I would remember.
Cause I didn't drink in Jr. High School. I assume he didn't either.
Why would someone make this up? I'm asking, not asserting. Because I've had people make shit up about me that could have cost me my career. And not the probationers and parolees I put in jail, but co-workers! So I'm quite aware that this kind of thing happens. But the last news report I saw, five people had confirmed it.
This story coming on the heals of his, "I'll take a lot of credit" for the GM bailout earlier this week? WTF? You said let them go bankrupt, Mitt! Now you want to take credit for saving the Detroit auto industry? No one who doesn't watch, Faux News is buying your bullshit.
And it's not just Mitt. Mitt has bought into the Republican strategy of, "Just say anything, and the rubes will buy it". He did it at the NRA convention in St. Louis a few weeks ago. With absolutely no evidence whatsoever, he claimed, "Obama is coming for your guns." WTF? Based on WHAT?
The only legislation, that I am aware of that The President has signed have allowed you to take a gun into a National Park and on to an Amtrak train.
Look, I have an 800 pound gun safe in my basement. It's pretty much full of guns. I buy handgun ammunition by the case. I spent 23 years in law enforcement. If you break into my house, I will shoot you. And I'm pretty good. Chances are? You won't survive it.
I've been a Delegate to the Democratic County Convention three times. I get email from Move On. I sent a couple of hundred dollars to the Obama campaign in 2008 (and I'm still getting mail asking for more! Stop it. You have about $54 Million more than I do). The Democrats know how to get in touch with me. I'm on the mailing list, OK?
And I have heard NOTHING about trying to change/modify/restrict/toughen ANY laws that would affect gun ownership! NOTHING! It does not exist.
But there are people out there who hear this, and they believe it, without going to a legitimate news source to confirm it.
Mitt Romney is counting on these people to put him over the top in November.
I used to have an office next to dumb ass. Gun nut. Worked three jobs to get buy, cause the pay he was making as a Public Employee and Law Enforcement Officer wasn't enough to support his family. So he was a hunting guide, and from his telephone conversations (this idiot had no, "inside voice". Probably too much unprotected exposure to gun fire) he remodeled bathrooms, installed carpet and hardwood floors, too. He spent all day on the phone working his OTHER jobs, and very little time doing the one he was getting paid for by the State.
This guy, in the 2000 election actually said to me, "The Democratic Platform has a Plank (I was floored he even knew what that MEANT! Maybe he didn't, but he'd read it on a web site, or Limbaugh said it) that bans center fire ammunition!" WTF? Where did he get this? He couldn't say, all he would say was, "Look it up!"
I didn't have to. I knew it was bullshit. But he believed this. So he was voting for Republicans, because they lied to him, and they scared him.
Despite the fact that the R's in the State Legislature were freezing his pay, taking his retirement health insurance, cutting his pension, and keeping him living paycheck to paycheck with their policy's, so that Public Employees couldn't make a decent living with only ONE job. Dumb ass.
Mitt can get away with lying his privileged, white, male, Mormon, Republican ass off, because idiots like this guy don't call him on it.
So no matter which way you are inclined to vote this fall, at least do yourself the favor of making sure you don't fall for lies. Don't rely on Faux News for your information. Go to NPR, or, Factcheck.org. But don't let the liars make you look foolish.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Back To The Bubble, Soccer Massacre 2012
I've noted before how much I try to avoid Utah County. I hate having to stop at the border in Lehi and have the car searched. They make sure I don't have any liquor, or books. And that I DO have a gun. It gets old.
But with this road construction, it's even worse. And tonight's soccer game was in Salem. Last time I was in a town called, Salem, there was a statue of Elizabeth Montgomery in a witch hat in the town square. The Utah Salem is much scarier.
I didn't mind driving through Spanish Fork. I honestly don't think I've ever been there before tonight. I had no reason to go. It's a pretty little town. Very much small town, America. And Salem is OK, too. As far as it goes.
It's the kind of place where when your sitting at the soccer game, and you hear a cow moo, you have to wonder if it's some clowns cell phone, or a real cow. I kind of like that. In limited doses.
I was talking to Alan DeMann during the game, and he said he'd love to live in a place like this. I told him I would too, but it would be with my second wife. If I told Deb we were moving to a small town, she would divorce me in a minute.
And it would never be in Utah County.
It was a new high school, so they had nice facilities. The soccer field was great and had bleachers for both teams fans. Of course the home town fans didn't use theirs, across from their team bench. They just sat by the Murray fans cause they didn't want to walk the extra fifty feet. Turned out to be a bad idea.
If you are gong to yell your brains out in support of your team, while sitting next to the visiting teams parents, and you don't HAVE to because you have your own bleachers? Make sure your boys show up. By the time your yelling, "GO SALEM, YOU'VE GOT THIS!" and you're down 8-1? You look and sound the serious fool.
But hey, it's Utah County! The Bubble. Miracles happen there all the time, right? Wrong.
The game ended 13-1. My son, the defensive specialist, who spent the whole game playing Fullback, never taking a shot, scored the last goal. He got to the ball the same time as the Salem goalie and they both kicked, and Danny's foot won. The ball popped up, over the goalie and rolled, slowly, into the net with him jogging behind it to make sure no one would stop it. He could have hammered it into the back of the net, but this was better. It really kind of rubbed it in for the parents from down there, sitting next to the parents from, "north of the border". We got to clap longer. Loved it.
If you're going to make me drive to a foreign country, half way to Las Vegas through the war zone that is I15 construction in Utah County? At least give us a game. They need a mercy rule in soccer. If they had called the game with a ten goal lead? I could have been home in time to see the whole Blues/Kings game instead of just the last period.
Then we got up to leave, and my gun almost fell out of the back of my pants. This could be embarrassing. So I have to hand her folding chair back to Deb. She knows what's going on, because I'm grabbing the small of my back like it was on fire.
"Why do you even bring a gun down here?" she asks.
Well, I bring a gun to Utah County, because it's required for entry into the county. Not really.
I bring a gun to Utah County because I'm a left wing, atheist, Democrat and a graduate of The University of Utah. The kind of person they hate in Utah County.
The last time we attended a soccer game in Utah County, I broke a holster. The plastic clip that holds it inside my pants and onto the belt broke. Between the soccer field and the place the team was having lunch, I passed three gun stores. So replacing it was not a problem. This tells you all you need to know about Utah County.
You break a holster in New York City? You could have some trouble with that! Trust me. Been there. Not a lot of, "gun stores".
"I bring a gun to Utah County because I drive a German car, with a University of Utah license plate and a PAC 12 license plate frame with a bumper sticker that says, "Dogs Against Romney, I ride INSIDE!" on it and I want to get OUT of Utah County ALIVE!" I tell her.
She seems to understand.
By the time, "Joe Hollywood" the goal scoring Fullback has changed out of his uniform, into sweat pants and a white tank top with a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses and mossies over to the car, his mother has to pee so bad she's ready to kill him. He's always the last one off the field.
So our next stop is the local gas/grocery, "stop and rob" a block from the high school. Hope the restrooms are open.
When we walk in, I see something I find, well, unbelievable. Between the regular grocery store part of the place, and the restrooms is a room, probably ten by ten, FILLED, floor to ceiling with shit that is only associated with that horrible, "Toddlers And Tiera's" show! I shit you not!
This is unreal. Frilly dresses, high heeled shoes the size of a Matchbox Car, all the crazy stuff you could ever imagine. And every few feet is a picture of a little girl, trying to look like a CALL girl! How popular is this, "kiddie pageant" thing in this part of the country? Wow.
I'm still trying to figure this out. I mean, if I want to over sexualize my three year old little girl and screw up her ego for the rest of her life? My first stop is always the local, Conoco.
This is so weird, it can ONLY happen in Utah County. I hope.
Stopped in a little Mexican place on the main drag through, "Spanish" for dinner and then got out of, The Bubble as quick as I could.
I'll take the Salem with the witches over the one with the witches who buy their kiddie beauty pageant stuff at the local gas and go, every time.
But with this road construction, it's even worse. And tonight's soccer game was in Salem. Last time I was in a town called, Salem, there was a statue of Elizabeth Montgomery in a witch hat in the town square. The Utah Salem is much scarier.
I didn't mind driving through Spanish Fork. I honestly don't think I've ever been there before tonight. I had no reason to go. It's a pretty little town. Very much small town, America. And Salem is OK, too. As far as it goes.
It's the kind of place where when your sitting at the soccer game, and you hear a cow moo, you have to wonder if it's some clowns cell phone, or a real cow. I kind of like that. In limited doses.
I was talking to Alan DeMann during the game, and he said he'd love to live in a place like this. I told him I would too, but it would be with my second wife. If I told Deb we were moving to a small town, she would divorce me in a minute.
And it would never be in Utah County.
It was a new high school, so they had nice facilities. The soccer field was great and had bleachers for both teams fans. Of course the home town fans didn't use theirs, across from their team bench. They just sat by the Murray fans cause they didn't want to walk the extra fifty feet. Turned out to be a bad idea.
If you are gong to yell your brains out in support of your team, while sitting next to the visiting teams parents, and you don't HAVE to because you have your own bleachers? Make sure your boys show up. By the time your yelling, "GO SALEM, YOU'VE GOT THIS!" and you're down 8-1? You look and sound the serious fool.
But hey, it's Utah County! The Bubble. Miracles happen there all the time, right? Wrong.
The game ended 13-1. My son, the defensive specialist, who spent the whole game playing Fullback, never taking a shot, scored the last goal. He got to the ball the same time as the Salem goalie and they both kicked, and Danny's foot won. The ball popped up, over the goalie and rolled, slowly, into the net with him jogging behind it to make sure no one would stop it. He could have hammered it into the back of the net, but this was better. It really kind of rubbed it in for the parents from down there, sitting next to the parents from, "north of the border". We got to clap longer. Loved it.
If you're going to make me drive to a foreign country, half way to Las Vegas through the war zone that is I15 construction in Utah County? At least give us a game. They need a mercy rule in soccer. If they had called the game with a ten goal lead? I could have been home in time to see the whole Blues/Kings game instead of just the last period.
Then we got up to leave, and my gun almost fell out of the back of my pants. This could be embarrassing. So I have to hand her folding chair back to Deb. She knows what's going on, because I'm grabbing the small of my back like it was on fire.
"Why do you even bring a gun down here?" she asks.
Well, I bring a gun to Utah County, because it's required for entry into the county. Not really.
I bring a gun to Utah County because I'm a left wing, atheist, Democrat and a graduate of The University of Utah. The kind of person they hate in Utah County.
The last time we attended a soccer game in Utah County, I broke a holster. The plastic clip that holds it inside my pants and onto the belt broke. Between the soccer field and the place the team was having lunch, I passed three gun stores. So replacing it was not a problem. This tells you all you need to know about Utah County.
You break a holster in New York City? You could have some trouble with that! Trust me. Been there. Not a lot of, "gun stores".
"I bring a gun to Utah County because I drive a German car, with a University of Utah license plate and a PAC 12 license plate frame with a bumper sticker that says, "Dogs Against Romney, I ride INSIDE!" on it and I want to get OUT of Utah County ALIVE!" I tell her.
She seems to understand.
By the time, "Joe Hollywood" the goal scoring Fullback has changed out of his uniform, into sweat pants and a white tank top with a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses and mossies over to the car, his mother has to pee so bad she's ready to kill him. He's always the last one off the field.
So our next stop is the local gas/grocery, "stop and rob" a block from the high school. Hope the restrooms are open.
When we walk in, I see something I find, well, unbelievable. Between the regular grocery store part of the place, and the restrooms is a room, probably ten by ten, FILLED, floor to ceiling with shit that is only associated with that horrible, "Toddlers And Tiera's" show! I shit you not!
This is unreal. Frilly dresses, high heeled shoes the size of a Matchbox Car, all the crazy stuff you could ever imagine. And every few feet is a picture of a little girl, trying to look like a CALL girl! How popular is this, "kiddie pageant" thing in this part of the country? Wow.
I'm still trying to figure this out. I mean, if I want to over sexualize my three year old little girl and screw up her ego for the rest of her life? My first stop is always the local, Conoco.
This is so weird, it can ONLY happen in Utah County. I hope.
Stopped in a little Mexican place on the main drag through, "Spanish" for dinner and then got out of, The Bubble as quick as I could.
I'll take the Salem with the witches over the one with the witches who buy their kiddie beauty pageant stuff at the local gas and go, every time.
Junior Seau, The Right Thing To Do, And Hypocrisy
I'm sorry, Junior Seau killed himself today. I don't doubt for a minute the Pro Bowl linebacker was troubled, and probably suffered from mental health problems because of the constant trauma to his head.
Researchers who study brain trauma now think that, Lou Gehrig's disease, even though he played baseball, not football, might be caused by brain trauma. When you go back and check the papers of the times, there are countless mentions of him getting hit with, "bean balls" or knocked unconscious sliding into a base.
And the folks now looking into this are probably on to something, because the NFL is in full denial mode.
They now take these guys brains, and examine then upon their death at Harvard Medical School, to see what's been going on in there. And it's shocking. They can pretty much see a, "bruise" from every concussion they have ever had. They don't know WHAT it does to the brain yet, but the consensus is that it can't be good.
The National Hockey League has now instituted a, "Concussion Protocol" after every head hit. If a player meets the criteria, per a doctor or trainer? He's out of the game, no matter how many weeks or months, until he recovers.
And he's not the first NFL player to decide to kill himself and NOT shoot himself in the head. This gives the guys from Harvard Medical School, a chance to check out their brains, that they, themselves, couldn't understand. Or control.
So he did the right thing. I hope this last, literally, dying act of his, brings some knowledge that will help other athletes.
Now lets talk about hypocrisy.
I have seen countless, "RIP jr. Seau" posts. It was, Junior, not, jr. And some of them come from people I know to be devout Catholics, or Born Again Christian, Evangelicals.
If you are one of those, you are a hypocrite. Because you believe that if you commit suicide, you will burn in Hell for ever. So you're wishing that, Junior rest in peace for all eternity, and its contrary to what you believe God intended, and put into his, "Drivers Training Manual" for your life. The Bible.
So what is it Christians? You want troubled, Junior to find peace in death, as a true Christian should. Or you wish him to burn in hell with murderers, child molesters and homosexuals? After all, he committed a mortal sin. Just like they did.
You can't have it both ways.
Researchers who study brain trauma now think that, Lou Gehrig's disease, even though he played baseball, not football, might be caused by brain trauma. When you go back and check the papers of the times, there are countless mentions of him getting hit with, "bean balls" or knocked unconscious sliding into a base.
And the folks now looking into this are probably on to something, because the NFL is in full denial mode.
They now take these guys brains, and examine then upon their death at Harvard Medical School, to see what's been going on in there. And it's shocking. They can pretty much see a, "bruise" from every concussion they have ever had. They don't know WHAT it does to the brain yet, but the consensus is that it can't be good.
The National Hockey League has now instituted a, "Concussion Protocol" after every head hit. If a player meets the criteria, per a doctor or trainer? He's out of the game, no matter how many weeks or months, until he recovers.
And he's not the first NFL player to decide to kill himself and NOT shoot himself in the head. This gives the guys from Harvard Medical School, a chance to check out their brains, that they, themselves, couldn't understand. Or control.
So he did the right thing. I hope this last, literally, dying act of his, brings some knowledge that will help other athletes.
Now lets talk about hypocrisy.
I have seen countless, "RIP jr. Seau" posts. It was, Junior, not, jr. And some of them come from people I know to be devout Catholics, or Born Again Christian, Evangelicals.
If you are one of those, you are a hypocrite. Because you believe that if you commit suicide, you will burn in Hell for ever. So you're wishing that, Junior rest in peace for all eternity, and its contrary to what you believe God intended, and put into his, "Drivers Training Manual" for your life. The Bible.
So what is it Christians? You want troubled, Junior to find peace in death, as a true Christian should. Or you wish him to burn in hell with murderers, child molesters and homosexuals? After all, he committed a mortal sin. Just like they did.
You can't have it both ways.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
A Trip Back To West Valley City
Today was my daughter's birthday. She wanted to go to, The Cracker Barrel for dinner. A reasonable request. She learned early from her father, a Chicken Fried Steak done well, is a good thing.
The Cracker Barrel around here is in West Valley.
And some of you know that from sometime in the early 1990's until I retired in 2006, with a few exceptions for short assignments elsewhere, mostly related to Leo Lucy's incredible ego, and lack of intellect, and Brent Cardall's lack of a spine, I was THE Parole Agent covering the area from 2100 South to 4700 S, and 3600 West to the mountains. So, west, West Valley and Magna.
I once had a Regional Administrator ask to go on a ride along with me one night. He liked to keep in touch with what was going on with his Agents. And we stopped for a break late one night. I was still smoking, and wanted a cold drink while I burned one down. And in a 7-11 parking lot, in his Boston accent, and gravelly voice, he asked me, "Stickley, you have enough seniority, you could request any part of the valley, and get moved. Why you want to work in, "Death Valley"?"
I told him, "This is where the bandits are, Dick." He understood. I didn't want to be bored to death with stupid misdemeanor, Probation cases. I wanted some action. And I got it in West Valley and Magna.
Probably also gave me bladder cancer from all the meth labs. But that's arguable.
But since I retired in 2006, I don't find a lot of reasons to go out there any more. And the city has changed. Phil Markham took over their Public Works Department and fixed every thing wrong with the place.
Kidding. Even HE couldn't do that.
So tonight, I made the trip to West Valley, to eat in a restaurant where there will be WAY too many overweight folks, badly dressed and holding spoons and forks like they were trying to dig out of prison with them, instead of eat.
But they make a heck of a meatloaf. And the green beans taste just like my Grandmother's. After all, I AM from West Virginia. They are way overcooked, and there is some bacon grease somewhere in there. They're awesome.
I came down 22 West from 5400 South, thinking about all the houses and apartments I passed that I had been in over the years. Bandits move, and you help other Agents out. I've been in places all over the valley.
When I round the corner by the Mexican restaurant right by 3500 south, I am confronted by the windows of a Rent To Own place with a giant picture of, Donald Trump yelling, "You're Fired" at a picture of Barack Obama, and it says, "Bring jobs back to America. Mitt Romney..." The bottom of the last panel is torn off.
Wow. The rent to own place that is right next to a place where you can RENT TO OWN TIRES AND WHEELS! So, if you're so poor, you can't BUY your furniture, TV or even your 22 inch spinners and low profile tires you want to put on your 98 Saturn? THESE guys will RENT them to you. And they have political signs up to promote a millionaire business man? Makes perfect sense.
I'm pretty sure, Mitt rents to own tires on his wife's two Cadillac's. I mean, what millionaire DOESN'T rent to own his stuff, at usury interest rates? Happens all the time. And if you do so with us? You can be rich too!
This is the perfect example of what is wrong with this country. The rich, have convinced the poor, who use rent to own, and check cashing businesses, and pawn shops instead of banks and credit unions for financial transactions, that rich people like, Mitt Romney have the poor's best interest at heart! And it's bullshit!
West Valley is full of those people. Love their guns, will spend thousands of dollars to buy a 4X4 off road vehicle and thousands more for a trailer to haul it so they can deer hunt. But think their boss is a spoiled, elitist, rich guy when he buys a ten year old Porsche Boxster, that cost less than the 4X4 and trailer. Well, he DID pay cash. Snob.
So West Valley City folks? Many of you are good, hard working, decent people. But if YOUR wife doesn't have a Cadillac on each coast? If you don't have a car elevator? If you think Barack Obama is the reason your life isn't perfect? And for the love of all that's holy, you have to use a rent to own place to get your tires or your TV? And you're still considering voting for Mitt Romney?
I guess you deserve to live in West Valley City. Cause you're not too bright. And how's that County Mayor thing working out for your boy, Mayor Burwash? Just askin...
The Cracker Barrel around here is in West Valley.
And some of you know that from sometime in the early 1990's until I retired in 2006, with a few exceptions for short assignments elsewhere, mostly related to Leo Lucy's incredible ego, and lack of intellect, and Brent Cardall's lack of a spine, I was THE Parole Agent covering the area from 2100 South to 4700 S, and 3600 West to the mountains. So, west, West Valley and Magna.
I once had a Regional Administrator ask to go on a ride along with me one night. He liked to keep in touch with what was going on with his Agents. And we stopped for a break late one night. I was still smoking, and wanted a cold drink while I burned one down. And in a 7-11 parking lot, in his Boston accent, and gravelly voice, he asked me, "Stickley, you have enough seniority, you could request any part of the valley, and get moved. Why you want to work in, "Death Valley"?"
I told him, "This is where the bandits are, Dick." He understood. I didn't want to be bored to death with stupid misdemeanor, Probation cases. I wanted some action. And I got it in West Valley and Magna.
Probably also gave me bladder cancer from all the meth labs. But that's arguable.
But since I retired in 2006, I don't find a lot of reasons to go out there any more. And the city has changed. Phil Markham took over their Public Works Department and fixed every thing wrong with the place.
Kidding. Even HE couldn't do that.
So tonight, I made the trip to West Valley, to eat in a restaurant where there will be WAY too many overweight folks, badly dressed and holding spoons and forks like they were trying to dig out of prison with them, instead of eat.
But they make a heck of a meatloaf. And the green beans taste just like my Grandmother's. After all, I AM from West Virginia. They are way overcooked, and there is some bacon grease somewhere in there. They're awesome.
I came down 22 West from 5400 South, thinking about all the houses and apartments I passed that I had been in over the years. Bandits move, and you help other Agents out. I've been in places all over the valley.
When I round the corner by the Mexican restaurant right by 3500 south, I am confronted by the windows of a Rent To Own place with a giant picture of, Donald Trump yelling, "You're Fired" at a picture of Barack Obama, and it says, "Bring jobs back to America. Mitt Romney..." The bottom of the last panel is torn off.
Wow. The rent to own place that is right next to a place where you can RENT TO OWN TIRES AND WHEELS! So, if you're so poor, you can't BUY your furniture, TV or even your 22 inch spinners and low profile tires you want to put on your 98 Saturn? THESE guys will RENT them to you. And they have political signs up to promote a millionaire business man? Makes perfect sense.
I'm pretty sure, Mitt rents to own tires on his wife's two Cadillac's. I mean, what millionaire DOESN'T rent to own his stuff, at usury interest rates? Happens all the time. And if you do so with us? You can be rich too!
This is the perfect example of what is wrong with this country. The rich, have convinced the poor, who use rent to own, and check cashing businesses, and pawn shops instead of banks and credit unions for financial transactions, that rich people like, Mitt Romney have the poor's best interest at heart! And it's bullshit!
West Valley is full of those people. Love their guns, will spend thousands of dollars to buy a 4X4 off road vehicle and thousands more for a trailer to haul it so they can deer hunt. But think their boss is a spoiled, elitist, rich guy when he buys a ten year old Porsche Boxster, that cost less than the 4X4 and trailer. Well, he DID pay cash. Snob.
So West Valley City folks? Many of you are good, hard working, decent people. But if YOUR wife doesn't have a Cadillac on each coast? If you don't have a car elevator? If you think Barack Obama is the reason your life isn't perfect? And for the love of all that's holy, you have to use a rent to own place to get your tires or your TV? And you're still considering voting for Mitt Romney?
I guess you deserve to live in West Valley City. Cause you're not too bright. And how's that County Mayor thing working out for your boy, Mayor Burwash? Just askin...
Friday, April 27, 2012
Let's Talk About The Word, "Nigger". Since It's Come Up Again
Defending Stanley Cup Champions, the Boston Bruins got knocked out of the playoffs in the first round the other night. Seventh game overtime, as exciting as playoff hockey can get. They lost to the Washington Capitals, and the guy who scored the winning goal for them was a Canadian, who's parents are from Barbados.
I'm not going to give you his name, because it doesn't matter. You can find it on any of the links I've put on my Facebook page. And it's not about him. It's about what he is.
The people of Boston did not fill Twitter, or the streets of their town, or their arena with shouts of, "Fuck that Canuck!" They filled those places with shouts of, "Fuck that NIGGER!"
This coming on the heals of their Cup winning goalie of last year, Tim Thomas, refusing to meet with President Obama last year in the traditional meet with the President any sports team winning a league title in this country has at The White House. After all, Mr. Thomas is a, "Teabagger", and he has his principles.
He was the only AMERICAN on the team, bye the way. He's from Michigan. Everyone else on the team is from Canada or Europe.
He spent 20 years playing in the minor leagues around this country and in Europe before getting his shot with the Bruins and proving he's good enough to win a Cup. sounds like the American dream of working hard and pulling yourself up by your boot straps (or skate laces) to me. But after that?
So in this day and age, we still have to deal with white, New Englanders, tossing out the word, Nigger? Really, Boston? I would have thought you had gotten over that by now.
It's pretty much decided after that HBO documentary that you didn't win a World Series for as long as you didn't, because you wouldn't draft Black guys.
You REALLY showed your true colors with the busing riot thing.
When I was there a few years ago, I rented a condo in Roxbury. Had no idea that was where you keep your Black people. They always treated me and my family well. Never felt threatened or nervous. But I never saw another white person in Roxbury, or a Black one in Boston, proper.
Now, I understand that you love your team. Original six, old time hockey, and all that. And that it was always played by white guys from Canada or the Northern part of the USA where we kept our ice and our prep schools, and Ivy League Colleges. At least until Willey O'Ree in the 50's.
But times have changed. We have a melting pot of a country now, even more than we had from 1891 to 1953 when Ellis Island was open. The guy who's goal beat you was probably descended from slaves. In BARBADOS, not even this country. And you call him a Nigger?
Look, I have mixed feelings about the word, "Nigger". I find it offensive, and I get it that Black people want to own it. White guys like me can't use it. In public.
BUT! As long as Black comedians can use it as an honorific for their friends? And Chris Rock can tell a joke that starts, "I love me some Black People..." But ends, "When I go to a cash machine at night in Los Angeles, I'm worried about, NIGGERS!" You have to give us white folks some lee way on when it is and isn't appropriate, OK?
The use of it in Boston this week was NOT appropriate at all. It was racist. Or as they would say in Boston, "Wicked, bad Racist".
Boston, you suck. You deserve the hate of the whole country right now. That was awful. Yeah, you were the original, "Tea Partiers", and you didn't spawn this current, "Teabagger" mess. But you're keeping it alive.
You elected, Mormon, "moderate", Mitt Romney Governor. He gave you a public health care, Gay marriage and a lot of other moderate, even Liberal positions. But you still hate the, Niggers? And you still use that word this freely?
Boy. It's going to be interesting to see who your state votes for this fall. Flip Flop, "local boy" and Mormon, Romney. Or what you would call, based on your hockey fans reactions the other night, "The Nigger"?
I'm starting to understand why everyone else in New England calls you guys, "Massholes". Because I like Lexington and Concord, and Salem. But I'll never go back to Boston. Fenway Park is a dump, and you folks are racist jerks.
I'm not going to give you his name, because it doesn't matter. You can find it on any of the links I've put on my Facebook page. And it's not about him. It's about what he is.
The people of Boston did not fill Twitter, or the streets of their town, or their arena with shouts of, "Fuck that Canuck!" They filled those places with shouts of, "Fuck that NIGGER!"
This coming on the heals of their Cup winning goalie of last year, Tim Thomas, refusing to meet with President Obama last year in the traditional meet with the President any sports team winning a league title in this country has at The White House. After all, Mr. Thomas is a, "Teabagger", and he has his principles.
He was the only AMERICAN on the team, bye the way. He's from Michigan. Everyone else on the team is from Canada or Europe.
He spent 20 years playing in the minor leagues around this country and in Europe before getting his shot with the Bruins and proving he's good enough to win a Cup. sounds like the American dream of working hard and pulling yourself up by your boot straps (or skate laces) to me. But after that?
So in this day and age, we still have to deal with white, New Englanders, tossing out the word, Nigger? Really, Boston? I would have thought you had gotten over that by now.
It's pretty much decided after that HBO documentary that you didn't win a World Series for as long as you didn't, because you wouldn't draft Black guys.
You REALLY showed your true colors with the busing riot thing.
When I was there a few years ago, I rented a condo in Roxbury. Had no idea that was where you keep your Black people. They always treated me and my family well. Never felt threatened or nervous. But I never saw another white person in Roxbury, or a Black one in Boston, proper.
Now, I understand that you love your team. Original six, old time hockey, and all that. And that it was always played by white guys from Canada or the Northern part of the USA where we kept our ice and our prep schools, and Ivy League Colleges. At least until Willey O'Ree in the 50's.
But times have changed. We have a melting pot of a country now, even more than we had from 1891 to 1953 when Ellis Island was open. The guy who's goal beat you was probably descended from slaves. In BARBADOS, not even this country. And you call him a Nigger?
Look, I have mixed feelings about the word, "Nigger". I find it offensive, and I get it that Black people want to own it. White guys like me can't use it. In public.
BUT! As long as Black comedians can use it as an honorific for their friends? And Chris Rock can tell a joke that starts, "I love me some Black People..." But ends, "When I go to a cash machine at night in Los Angeles, I'm worried about, NIGGERS!" You have to give us white folks some lee way on when it is and isn't appropriate, OK?
The use of it in Boston this week was NOT appropriate at all. It was racist. Or as they would say in Boston, "Wicked, bad Racist".
Boston, you suck. You deserve the hate of the whole country right now. That was awful. Yeah, you were the original, "Tea Partiers", and you didn't spawn this current, "Teabagger" mess. But you're keeping it alive.
You elected, Mormon, "moderate", Mitt Romney Governor. He gave you a public health care, Gay marriage and a lot of other moderate, even Liberal positions. But you still hate the, Niggers? And you still use that word this freely?
Boy. It's going to be interesting to see who your state votes for this fall. Flip Flop, "local boy" and Mormon, Romney. Or what you would call, based on your hockey fans reactions the other night, "The Nigger"?
I'm starting to understand why everyone else in New England calls you guys, "Massholes". Because I like Lexington and Concord, and Salem. But I'll never go back to Boston. Fenway Park is a dump, and you folks are racist jerks.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
UDOT And The Corrupt, Herbert Administration.
Is there anyone out there who is not convinced that the government of the State of Utah, run exclusively by Republican, Mormons is so totally corrupt, that it is just out of control? Lets just take a look at The Utah Department Of Transportation for a minute.
UDOT has, in the last few years, sent an avalanche prevention shell into the back yard of a home in Utah County, and THIRTEEN MILLION DOLLARS OF TAX PAYER MONEY to a company that did NOT win a bid to rebuild the freeway through Utah County. But that company DID sent more than $80K to the Governors campaign coffers.
How do you, in any form of reality, have to pay the LOSING bidder, $13 MILLION for LOSING THE BID? WTF? I can not imagine, in any situation, that you did everything above board, and by the book, that you had to pay that kind of money to the LOSER of the contract. That is just fucked up. And totally wrong.
And then, they fire the woman who told the guys who lost the bid, that they lost the bid. OH, NO! Don't tell the truth! Cost the state, so far, $67K in back pay. But it's GOING to cost them her attorney's fees. And some money for pain and suffering. Trust me. The woman is going to win. And the State and corrupt Herbert, are going to pay.
This government is as corrupt, if not more so, than Illinois or Louisiana. My friend, Lisa the comedian who's from Louisiana would pronounce our Governor's name as, "Aey-bear".
Then, this week, it comes out that even though they were ordered to give the woman her job back, pay her back pay and reinstate her position with the state? They tried to get her to sign a letter that asked the Democrats to NOT use her situation in their champing material? REALLY? WHO thought that was a good idea?
Well, according to UDOT? John Nord. The guy in charge of UDOT. This guy is as corrupt as the day is long. And if they don't fire him? The Governor needs to get fired in the fall. I know what working for the state means, you do what they tell you to. But you DON'T do it when it's illegal, or wrong. You keep our job when you say, "no" in those situations. When you do it anyway? You need to get fired.
Time to clean house in Utah. But it will never happen. The Mormon, Republicans will ALWAYS win. No matter how corrupt they are.
UDOT has, in the last few years, sent an avalanche prevention shell into the back yard of a home in Utah County, and THIRTEEN MILLION DOLLARS OF TAX PAYER MONEY to a company that did NOT win a bid to rebuild the freeway through Utah County. But that company DID sent more than $80K to the Governors campaign coffers.
How do you, in any form of reality, have to pay the LOSING bidder, $13 MILLION for LOSING THE BID? WTF? I can not imagine, in any situation, that you did everything above board, and by the book, that you had to pay that kind of money to the LOSER of the contract. That is just fucked up. And totally wrong.
And then, they fire the woman who told the guys who lost the bid, that they lost the bid. OH, NO! Don't tell the truth! Cost the state, so far, $67K in back pay. But it's GOING to cost them her attorney's fees. And some money for pain and suffering. Trust me. The woman is going to win. And the State and corrupt Herbert, are going to pay.
This government is as corrupt, if not more so, than Illinois or Louisiana. My friend, Lisa the comedian who's from Louisiana would pronounce our Governor's name as, "Aey-bear".
Then, this week, it comes out that even though they were ordered to give the woman her job back, pay her back pay and reinstate her position with the state? They tried to get her to sign a letter that asked the Democrats to NOT use her situation in their champing material? REALLY? WHO thought that was a good idea?
Well, according to UDOT? John Nord. The guy in charge of UDOT. This guy is as corrupt as the day is long. And if they don't fire him? The Governor needs to get fired in the fall. I know what working for the state means, you do what they tell you to. But you DON'T do it when it's illegal, or wrong. You keep our job when you say, "no" in those situations. When you do it anyway? You need to get fired.
Time to clean house in Utah. But it will never happen. The Mormon, Republicans will ALWAYS win. No matter how corrupt they are.
Monday, April 23, 2012
The Zen Of Ernie
My neighbor, Ernie has a nice life. He's a retired Boilermaker. He's now in his early 60's. His wife, Kathy has a great job, with insurance and great benefits. She tried to quit a few years ago, and her employer gave her and Ernie a two week vacation in Hawaii and a bunch of perks to keep working. So she did.
Ernie spent his life getting up in the morning, brushing his teeth and going to a totally tough job, where he got dirty, faced life and death for him and his friends, and worked hard doing everything from plumbing to electricity, and then he would come home, take a shower and enjoy an adult beverage and his evening with is loving wife before he went to bed and did it all again the next day.
I did it backwards. I would get up in the morning, take a shower, shave, put on a suit and tie and go to Court. Or at the very least, take the shower and shave and go to an office where I was expected to be a professional and deal with anything from a simple office visit to piss test to an arrest in a meth lab in the afternoon or evening.
Now that I'm retired, I'm starting to understand the, Zen of Ernie. For the last six years, I have gotten up, and taken a shower, shaved, gotten dressed, eaten breakfast (or lunch. I like to sleep late since I retired. Oh, Hell the truth be known? I'm ALWAYS liked to sleep late. I'm a night owl. Check the time on THIS blog) and then? I don't want to go for a walk, or a bike ride, or mow the lawn or do anything physically challenging. After all, I've already had my shower for the day! Why get all sweaty again?
But today, I decided to channel my inner, Ernie. I slept late. As usual. But then I got up, put on yesterdays clothes. After all they were already dirty. And mowed my lawn. When I was through, I smelled like cut grass, mower exhaust, and yesterdays cigars. But my lawn was mowed.
Then, I came in and watched all the stuff I DVR'd from Showtime and HBO last night while I was watching hockey. Drank a couple of bottles of ice tea.
THEN I took a shower! On my own terms. On my own time! And you know what? I DID NOT shave! Because by then? It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and I had accomplished everything I HOPED to accomplish for the day. So who cares if I have a two day growth of beard? My wife and kids don't, so if anyone else does? So what. I don't work for those guys anymore.
I'm starting to get what the Zen Master Ernie has been trying to teach me all these years. And he's the happiest guy I know. I'm going to be more Ernie, and a lot less me for the next little while. I think it's going to work for me. And the yard will look better.
So, about three o'clock every afternoon, I expect to have just gotten out of the shower after taking good care of my yard. And be ready to have an adult beverage on the patio, with Ernie. And our dogs. The dogs are REALLY Zen. They hardly move.
I just can't get into Ernie's Lord Calvert and Pepsi. Don't like either one of them. I'll stick with the bourbon rocks thing. I hope it's not a, "sacrament" that's required to hang with him. It would, harsh my mellow.
Peace out.
Ernie spent his life getting up in the morning, brushing his teeth and going to a totally tough job, where he got dirty, faced life and death for him and his friends, and worked hard doing everything from plumbing to electricity, and then he would come home, take a shower and enjoy an adult beverage and his evening with is loving wife before he went to bed and did it all again the next day.
I did it backwards. I would get up in the morning, take a shower, shave, put on a suit and tie and go to Court. Or at the very least, take the shower and shave and go to an office where I was expected to be a professional and deal with anything from a simple office visit to piss test to an arrest in a meth lab in the afternoon or evening.
Now that I'm retired, I'm starting to understand the, Zen of Ernie. For the last six years, I have gotten up, and taken a shower, shaved, gotten dressed, eaten breakfast (or lunch. I like to sleep late since I retired. Oh, Hell the truth be known? I'm ALWAYS liked to sleep late. I'm a night owl. Check the time on THIS blog) and then? I don't want to go for a walk, or a bike ride, or mow the lawn or do anything physically challenging. After all, I've already had my shower for the day! Why get all sweaty again?
But today, I decided to channel my inner, Ernie. I slept late. As usual. But then I got up, put on yesterdays clothes. After all they were already dirty. And mowed my lawn. When I was through, I smelled like cut grass, mower exhaust, and yesterdays cigars. But my lawn was mowed.
Then, I came in and watched all the stuff I DVR'd from Showtime and HBO last night while I was watching hockey. Drank a couple of bottles of ice tea.
THEN I took a shower! On my own terms. On my own time! And you know what? I DID NOT shave! Because by then? It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and I had accomplished everything I HOPED to accomplish for the day. So who cares if I have a two day growth of beard? My wife and kids don't, so if anyone else does? So what. I don't work for those guys anymore.
I'm starting to get what the Zen Master Ernie has been trying to teach me all these years. And he's the happiest guy I know. I'm going to be more Ernie, and a lot less me for the next little while. I think it's going to work for me. And the yard will look better.
So, about three o'clock every afternoon, I expect to have just gotten out of the shower after taking good care of my yard. And be ready to have an adult beverage on the patio, with Ernie. And our dogs. The dogs are REALLY Zen. They hardly move.
I just can't get into Ernie's Lord Calvert and Pepsi. Don't like either one of them. I'll stick with the bourbon rocks thing. I hope it's not a, "sacrament" that's required to hang with him. It would, harsh my mellow.
Peace out.
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