Thursday, August 27, 2015

And Josh Begot Ashley and Madison and...


Well, well, Satan surely got a hold of this Duggar, now didn't he? It's so nice to know Jim Bob and Michelle worked real hard to obey the commands of Jesus and used those 'naughty parts,' over and over and... Over a dozen, and counting? Say, Amen! Of course, there is bound to be one bad apple among them. With all that fornicating going on in Mom and Pop's carnal confessional someone has to watch the little cackleberries they spawned. Now, now, people, don't you gloat. Why just because that boy played doctor with his siblings and cheated on his wife and went away to get cured, JESUS is with that boy! Gotta shake that Satan right out of him. Shake, shake, shake him. The boy strayed, but with a little faith and some prayers from ya all, (Jesus chain mail coming around, folks) why he'll be with the holy spirit once again. After all, he's just gotta say the words, "Forgive me, Lord," and he can once again stand right next to


 Governor Walker and the holy rollers of  G.O.D. (gang of denial)

'How convenient.' 

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Batter, batter, batter,,,,,


Back in the day, 1939, first televised broadcast of a baseball game between the Brooklyn Dodgers and Cincinnati Reds at Ebbets Field in Brooklyn, New York.

Wow. 400 tellies in New York at that time. (I didn't know there were any!) Wonder what else was on?

*Source, History.com

Monday, August 24, 2015

LIFE in the 60's


I love to read old magazines. There is a great store in town which sells them. I bought this (above) Life Magazine for $2. A lot of the pages were missing, yet, if you want to know what people thought back in the day, read the magazines if you can find them. The cover with Shirley Maclaine, one of my favorite actresses, was about the dark and very adult movies coming out in that year. She starred in the movie, 'The Children's Hour,' where a young student accuses two teachers (Maclaine and Audrey Hepburn) of having an affair. Homosexuality was a big taboo then and made for sordid tales, apparently. Maclaine's brother, Warren Beatty, starred in another dark movie, 'All Fall Down.'


I've never heard of it and it is a wowzer. Beatty portrays a spoiled man/boy who hates women and beats them. Yikes.


As I was looking for other movies of that year, I noticed a movie, 'Carnival of Souls,' which sounds pretty scary to me. I'd like to see that one.


Also in the mag was a short story about Sonny Liston. It hinted at the fact that Sonny canoodled with the mob. (Didn't all boxers back then?) I looked him up on Wiki. Wow, what an interesting life, not one I would call normal or healthy.


And women in Japan still lit a man's match and his pants, as well. 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Wings


Normally, when I'm at the park across the street from my abode it is early in the morning so I can enjoy the quiet. Even if that means sharing the quiet with a sleeping homeless man. The other day was so gorgeous I took my grandchild over to the park so she could run around. She preferred to play around the statue of the Winger Victory, where a dozen or so young ladies were taking lunch. It was obvious these girls were the fortunate ones. They all wore summer attire which fit the way only expensive clothes can fit. Their shoes were spotless and their hair was shiny. Not a person of color in the bunch unless you call porcelain skin a color. They did not shout or laugh out loud as they picked at their sandwiches. (all slim and trim) They were perfectly perfect. My grandchild in the meanwhile was having a blast just running around in circles. I even joined her in a race.


 The young ladies for the most part ignored us but a few gave us the fish eye. I am not one who envies the fortunate. I am happy people can live such wonderful, wonderful lives. I'm sure these girls have the same issues as the less fortunate, to a point. And this isn't a rant - just an observation. From the fouled and unwashed to fresh and lovely faces, I think of the disparities of this world, as close as a walk across the street. 

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The Vilest Among Us


The most vile and despicable humans are those who prey on children. I cannot even fathom what goes on in their sick minds to hurt and abuse and ruin a child forever.

Jared Fogle, once the spokesperson for Subway plans to plead guilty to having child pornography in his possession. If the papers are to be believed, Jared also engaged in sexual activities (allegedly) with minors. A plea deal has been accepted, according to FOX59news.

As far as I'm concerned, there should be no deal. There should be a tiny cell where child molesters stay for the rest of their lives. They are the scum of the Earth and should never see the light of day again.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Mythical Malady


Is chivalry dead, or was that always just a myth? Yesterday, I decided to walk to the market to get a few things. As usual I bought too much and had to lug a heavy bag home. Damn, it was hot. I was suffering, folks. As I staggered around the last corner to home, sweat pouring into my eyes, I noticed two young men across the street. Perhaps they might come to my rescue? Hell no! They laughed at me! Damn yoot. Yootless.

Also, whilst I was still at the market with my heavy load I tried to use the shopping cart for as long as I could. I swear I was still in their lot when the cart seized up. On purpose! I had heard about these mythical carts where if you go too far, they will lock up. Damn, there goes my collection of shopping carts.

Well, apparently, my foul mood stayed with me because when I went to sleep I dreamed Patricia Heaton and myself really got into a brawl. Not sure why, but I do recall stuffing her in a garbage bag and tossing her outside where it was icy so she slid right over a cliff. No worries, she survived and came back into the house and we continued our fight. I had one of those plastic holiday plates with me and I was trying to cut her throat with it. I'm laughing now, but it's pretty horrible. I'm not a fan of Heaton but, wow!

Monday, August 17, 2015

Oh, Brother


Do you ever go back and wonder about the person you were, like, how could you even like a certain song, or style of dress, or that person you kissed!? Blech. I do remember this song. I liked it. It is completely ridiculous and was a one hit wonder, although, two band members from Paper Lace did write, 'Billy, Don't be a Hero,' another tear jerker, about the Civil War. So, these Brits decided to write a song, a song without fact checking (my kind of guys) It was never meant to come across the pond, but did and was a big hit. I keep telling you, the 70's was a dumping ground for music, style and boys.

Anyhoo, 'The Night Chicago Died.' What the Hell? Why did Chicago die? Too funny.


  1. The Night Chicago Died
    Song by Paper Lace
  2. Daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago
    Back in the U.S.A. back in the bad old days
    In the heat of a summer night
    In the land of the dollar bill
    When the town of Chicago died
    And they talk about it still
    When a man named Al Capone
    Tried to make that town his own
    And he called his gang to war
    With the forces of the law
    I heard my mama cry
    I heard her pray the night Chicago died
    Brother what a night it really was
    Brother what a fight it really was
    Glory be!
    I heard my mama cry
    I heard her pray the night Chicago died
    Brother what a night the people saw
    Brother what a fight the people saw
    Yes indeed!
    And the sound of the battle rang
    Through the streets of the old east side
    'Til the last of the hoodlum gang
    Had surrendered up or died

Saturday, August 15, 2015

I Was There, You Was There, Man


Yeah, man. Far out. I was there, you was there. Dylan and the Beatles were not there. Tough shit, man.

On this day, man. 1969. Damn. Was I even born? I was there, man. Far out.