Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Wednesday

Good morning,

Quote of the day:
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I did not have a single talent left and could say 'I used all that you gave me.'”
Erma Bombeck

Erma Bombeck was one of my favorite writers. She had an enormously humorous way with words. Her first best selling book was “The Grass Grows Greener Over the Septic Tank” and I think you can gather from that where she was going. In addition to having more than 12 best seller books, she wrote a daily column for a newspaper syndicate. She was also on a major TV network morning show for several years and was called before Congress to testify in behalf of equality for women legislation. When she was 20 she was diagnosed with a rare kidney disease but she was able to cope with this problem for almost the rest of her life. She had a successful mastectomy in her later years then her kidney problem raised its ugly head and she obtained a kidney transplant. Complications from this surgery killed her at the age of 69. The world is a worse place without her thoughts...but there are still her books.


I had a chat with a member of the Greenville, SC Republican Women's Club Monday during a meeting of the Four O'Clock Club. We discussed the media circus about Donald Trump and John McCain. She said that she and the members of her club are not interested in the smoke blown by the media but they ARE interested in McCain's voting record which has turned far to the left recently and they will campaign against him when the time comes. They are not interested in an exchange of insults and someone getting their feelings hurt as much as they are the running of this nation. See, there are some people out there that are not fooled by the yellow journalism we all see day in and day out. I was very impressed with this person's moxie and knowledge about what really counts.

                  Here is an interesting story for you.

A very short while ago up in Chicago there was an up and coming rapper named Joseph Coleman. He was riding down a street his neighborhood on a bicycle when a car pulled up beside him and he was shot in the back. He died the next day. His rap name in the Chicago area was Lil JoJo. He was connected with a gang named Gangster Disciples. A man with the rap nickname Chief Keel was arrested for the murder. He was associated with a gang named the Black Disciples. Both Chief Keel and Lil JoJo are/were 18 years old. Where the hell was their guidance at home? What we have here is one dead teenager and one other looking at at least 20 years in the joint or maybe the needle. Has anyone out there heard about either one of these kids before reading this? Why not? Are you being played for a fool by the media to their benefit? Is Joseph Coleman just as dead as Trayvon Martin? What is the difference between these two tragedies? I think y'all know the difference. Who are the racists here? I personally have had enough hypocrisy. But on second thought, that is just what the media AND the administration apparently wants...division...so I will just abide and try to encourage all of us to stay together.


                         This Day in History  July 22

1991 On this date the Milwaukee PD saw a naked teenager in hand cuffs running down the street so they stop and to find out what the hell is going on. The teen named Tracy Edwards told the police that he had been held hostage and his life had been threatened. The cops think that young Tracy is doing a dance around something really fishy so they escort him back to the apartment he said he escaped from. An amiable young man answered the door and explained that it had been just a misunderstanding and nothing illegal had occurred. The cops bought it and were on their way out when one of them spotted a couple of Polaroid photos of dismembered body parts and thus began the discovery of the den of horrors of a man named Jeffrey Dahmer. The cops call for back-up and soon the full impact of what this demon had propagated came to light. It was something out of Dante’s Inferno. He had hundred of various and sundry human body parts stuffed in his freezer and refrigerator. He had two genuine human skulls on top of his TV. On the stove was a kind of stew containing human organs. The police could not believe what they were seeing but they took Dahmer into custody and charged him with a plethora of offenses, including cannibalism. During subsequent investigations the cops found out that Dahmer would prowl the gay community of Milwaukee looking for the youngest male he could find, take them home and kill and dissect them. Not only that, he would use some of the body parts in a variety of recipes including the previously mentioned stew. Needless to say, he went to the slammer for life. I would be content with that knowing what kind of treatment he would be facing. Hopefully his roomie was a 350 pound, 6’-5” sexual pervert. He had been in prison for just a short while when the worst possible thing happened. One of the other prisoners stuck a shank in his liver and he died, damn it. By the way, a shank is a knife that is made of something different like a toothbrush or a fork or a sliver of Plexiglas, y'all get the picture.

1955 US actor Willam Dafoe. He said “I am not a weird person. I am just a square from Wisconsin.” I know another square from Wisconsin, but he ain’t an actor, he designs pipe on a 3D computer. I know what you are thinking. What is there to design about pipe? It is cylindrical, rigid and is of various lengths and diameters. I ain’t going any further with this.

1964 Colombian actor John Leguizamo. He said “Latino for Republicans is like roaches for Raid.” I met a girl a few nights ago whose cologne smelled like Raid. I asked her what she was wearing and she said “Red”, whatever that is. So if any of y'all have a bug problem, you can substitute “Red” for Raid.

Quotable quotes:

Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.”
                                                      Doug Larson

             Thanks for listening I can hardly wait until tomorrow












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