Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Story Of The Real Fugitive

If you are over the age of 60 and revel in old television you'll appreciate the difference between good TV and bad TV. Today we have bad TV. In the '60's we had infancy TV; very simple in nature. Most every drama had a happy ending and one didn't have to understand Hannibal Lecter to appreciate it's message.

Harken back to August 29, 1967. That night saw the climax of television's, The Fugitive, starring David Janssen. That show saw the highest rating for any presentation up to that time*. And why not? The people had been following Dr. Kimble for four years as he traversed the countryside to escape the clutches of the dogged Lt. Phillip Gerard. As you might recall from the movie and TV show Kimble had been found guilty of murdering his wife. That's about as close to each other as the story gets.

We have one of those old time channel networks called Decades TV. They've been showing The Fugitive reruns and I caught the last two shows in the series called The Judgement. Folks, I laughed my kiester watching this final presetation. If you think today's sitcom writing is horrendous try digesting what was on in the 60's.

The final show played out this way. Dr. Kimble and his wife, Helen, were dear friends of their next door neighbors. On that fateful night when Helen met her demise she had called the male neighbor, Lloyd Chandler, to come over to their house. She and her doctor husband had had a fight and Dr. Kimble left the house in a huff. Helen had been drinking and spilled her guts. The fight had been over whether or not they should adopt a child. In today's market she would have told Mr. Chandler she was in love with him and they should run off together. It's horrible to say but that's what my mindset was as I attempted to anticipate what was coming. I was wrong. In the Sixties there was no adultery.

As Helen was crying and whaling both the neighbor and she heard a noise downstairs. She ran down the stair case and saw Fred Johnson, aka, the one-armed man stealing from a wall safe. He picked a candle stick and whopped her on the head thus causing her to become what is called dead.

The neighbor was a great WWII war hero and a pillar of their community, Stafford, Indiana. And what did Chandler do about Fred Johnson? He froze. The great war hero sat on the stairs and let Johnson escape and told no one about it. Of course, he didn't come to the aid of Kimble at the trial because he didn't want his reputation ruined. This writing, in itself, is too difficult to comprehend but, as I said, it was the Sixties and a lot of people were smoking dope then.

In retrospect this faux pas on Chandler's part turned out to be good. If he had gone to the authorities then Kimbel wouldn't have been found guilty of the murder and the series would have ended after one show.

The best(and worst) part of the last show took place in the final four minutes. Lt. Gerard caught up with Kimble in Stafford but gave him 24 hours to find the one armed man. It seems Johnson wanted some cash from the neighbor, $50 thousand to be exact, or he would spill the beans about the war hero and he would be the laughing stock of the city.

Finally, the neighbor has had enough. He promised to meet Fred Johnson at an abandoned amusement park. Instead of bringing cash he decided to bring his rifle, shoot him and end his own mental misery.

Gerard and Kimbel find out the entire story from the neighbor's wife and went to the amusement park. Fred Johnson saw them both, fired his weapon and wounded Gerard in the leg. Here's another difference between the 60's and now. Back then when people were shot there was no blood. If a guy was hit by .44 magnum ten times in the head, neck and upper torso there was no blood. People had invisible blood. Anyway, after this Gerard gave Kimble his pistol and said, "Go get him" This is when I started laughing. Kimble had a face off with Johnson. Fred fired at Kimble but was out of bullets. So what did he do? He did what any normal person would try from thirty feet. He threw his gun at him. And missed! Then Johnson turned and ran.

Can you imagine a cop giving a condemned killer, even an innocent one, his gun? So, the big chase was on. And Fred took off for his getaway car---no he didn't. He tried to escape by climbing the highest point in the park; an empty ride. What did he expect, a space ship to come down from the sky and rescue him? "Beam me up, Scotty".

Now, if I was Kimble I would have set up a picnic table, ordered sandwiches and a beer and waited for Johnson to have to go to the bathroom, the big #2. Then he would have climbed down into the waiting arms of every police officer in the county.

But not Dr. Kimble. He went up after him. A fight ensued, Johnson got the drop on Kimble and grabbed his gun. He was ready to shoot him when Lt. Gerard, who was now walking with a bullet in his thigh(still no blood) shot Johnson with Lloyd Chandler's rifle. The one armed man went flying over the railing from the top of the ride. The nifty thing was I could tell it was a dummy hitting the ground. Nobody goes to their death with arms and legs straight out like they're skydiving.

 At the time I thought, why would Kimble climb to the top of that stupid ride? Even in 1967 I remember saying, "Who didn't see this coming"?

In conclusion, Dr. Kimble was released and as he was walking down a sidewalk outside the courthouse with his new flame(Diane Baker). A police car stopped in front of him. He paused out of fear until he realized he was finally a free man. Life is good for all good people. And they lived happily ever after. THE END.

Guess what? I have for you the final show. It's a doozy.
* 72% of the viewing audience;_ylt=AwrBT.J_nuNV2bcAgNlXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTEyZ3AyZXY3BGNvbG8DYmYxBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDQjA4NDdfMQRzZWMDc2M-?p=Tv+Show+the+Fugitive+Final+Episode&fr=yfp-t-901#id=2&vid=38b14c52c631064699057b69022ed0a4&action=view

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Michael Medved: A Common Sense Talk About Guns

Michael Medved, a former liberal turned conservative, is a talk show host based out of Seattle. He's a good alternative to what's available on talk radio. Medved is not controversial. As a matter of fact he allows his callers to vehemently disagree with him. After they've had their turn he'll eviscerate whatever points they have to make----but in a gentlemanly fashion.

I was listening to him today while he spoke about the Roanoke killings. He was responding to Gov. Terry McAuliffe from Virginia and Hillary as they politicized the murders the very day they took place. It was a pitiful display of patronization to gain votes.

Medved then brought up the subject of gun murders in the US. The major number of deaths in this country are because of self-inflicted violence by the number of 2 to 1. I'm wagering you won't hear this on the MSM or from Democrat toads.

Furthermore, and this was to me quite shocking. The United States, from statistics obtained in 2011 ranks #63 in suicides in the world. This is astounding. Who would you guess are the top 30 countries in the world for suicide. Open the link and find out. I was amazed.

Everyone knows how I feel about Wikipedia. It's a fraud. But, the only available statistics on gun deaths in the country were on their page. And if they can put out this type of information then it can't be too wrong.

"Gun violence in the United States results in thousands of deaths and thousands more injuries annually.[1] According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, in 2013 firearms (excluding BB and pellet guns) caused 84,258 nonfatal injuries (26.65 per 100,000 U.S. citizens) [2] and 11,208 deaths by homicide (3.5 per 100,000),[3] 21,175 by suicide with a firearm,[4] 505 deaths due to accidental discharge of a firearm,[4] and 281 deaths due to firearms with "undetermined intent"[5] for a total of 33,169 deaths related to firearms."

So, there you have it. The next time an anti-gun person challenges you on this subject you now have a couple more bullets for the chamber.

From The Matt Walsh Blog On The Virginia Murderer

As you probably know, a guy murdered a reporter and her cameraman on live TV yesterday. He was a black homosexual racist who, according to his own words, was seeking vengeance for the supposed “homophobia” and racism he’d encountered. He said he wanted to start a race war.
Now, because our media and our political leaders are largely corrupt, devious, and manipulative, this dramatic and terrible story will not be in the headlines for long. The racial dynamic is inconvenient and his homosexuality does not fit the narrative. The story will therefore be buried, I guarantee. Maybe it already has. I turned on the news this morning and they were back to talking about Donald Trump again.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Getting In Touch With My Feminine Side

It's about time I told you a couple of little known secrets about myself. I'm a softy. For entertainment I watch the Hallmark movies on the week-end. I tape them for future reference. They're simple in nature which fits in nicely with my simple mind.

Either a young man or woman is unhappy in life. He or she moves to a different city, usually the one where they grew up. Of course, their former high school sweetheart is there. That person is widowed with a couple of children. The other person has a fiancĂ© in their former city but needs to get away for awhile to clear the mind.

The former boyfriend and girlfriend overcome some type of turmoil and at the end of the film realize their true love and live happily ever after. It's always the same old same old but these movies touch my heart because they are so sappy. One of my favorite actresses in these is Brooke D'Orsay. She's a babe.

I have a feminine side dating back to grade school. I matriculated at Sacred Heart School in Boone, Iowa grades 1-8 until 1960. Our teachers were Catholic and from the order of the Sisters of Charity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. They wore long black dresses with rosary beads the size of small boulders that hung to the floor. Their heads were covered by black and white boxes. In other words, they looked like nuns out of the movie, 'The Bells of St. Mary's.

These Sisters were sticklers when it came to studying and giving us the basics in all subjects. We had the normal readin', writin' and rithmetic'. In addition, we were taught the Palmer style of cursive* writing. For them and us it had the same importance as the proper use of good grammar.

For some reason I mastered the art of the Palmer method. Mike Culver, a friend, and I had contests on bettering each other with near perfect penmanship. Truth be told I always envied his skill with the pen but I can hold my own with most anyone else. Would you like to know why? It's because I'm goooood!

Last week I came across an article about Spencerian Script and knew it was a skill I wanted to learn. There is a Master Spencerian who lives in Gardner, Kansas so I emailed him asking about the process.

His name is Michael Sulls and he is only one of 9 in the world who is so skilled in this art. My neighbor across the street had previously sent us a thank you note after we had had them to dinner. Her writing was of the Spencerian type. It turns out she is a student of Mr. Sulls and has begun teaching me in my home.

So, there you have it. I've decided to learn a skill, one that can be passed on to my grandchildren.
Maybe I'll be able to script their wedding invitations some day. In addition, I am about to be one up on Mike Culver.

There are some drawbacks, however. I won't be able to slug down coffee as I have done forever. It's hell on the nerves; makes me shake like I have Parkinson's. The constant practice will force me to eliminate computer time.(This is a good thing). I will be forced to practice, practice, practice. Practice is boring. I want to play.

So, now you know. I've exposed my feminine side. Take that Caitlyn Jenner.

*31 states do not now teach cursive writing in school

Video depicting the importance of penmanship to maintain civilization

"Hi Toby"

Just when you thought the Lois Lerner story had died and gone to hell she crops up again. Apparently Frau Lerner had another government email account that went by the name of Toby Miles.

I have to wonder why the Queen of Bitches would need another account. No, I don't because she's a crook but there will be more juicy information to be revealed. As if, with this administration, there will be retribution.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Do You Live In One Of These Three Zip Codes

Read these zip codes very closely: 99691,99648 and 87828. Do you live in either of the three. If you do then you must be a saint on earth.

The first of these(99691) is located in Nikolai, Alaska. It is composed primarily of Eskimos. The second(99648) has a few citizens(113) and is the home of folks from Perryville, Alaska. The last one(87828) is located in Polvadera, New Mexico and has a population of 269 hearty people.

There are in this nation between 43,000 and 44,000 zip codes.

The three listed zip codes are more than unique. They are the only ones in the United States containing people without an Ashley Madison account. Do you find this mindboggling.

Our morality system must be way below the Sodom and Gomorrah Line.

I wonder how and when our values changed so much. God forbid it took place in the 1960's with the accepted social changes. Who would have thought the ramifications of our legislators and judges would send us down the path to Hell. Ladies and gentleman, the answer is quite simple. It's called liberalism.

Three zip codes. That is pathetic.

Life Can Be Like A Bucket Of Spit

Frustrating, Irritating, careless, mindless wandering. Those are apt words to describe my blog work for the day. Sometimes, I churn out material asap without research. Not tonight. I gave it the college try.

For the past two hours I patted myself all over my sexy body for the very magnificent piece I wrote on the Ashley Madison scandal. It was peppered with metaphors, similes and all other grammatical words and phrases necessary to write the great American masterpiece and make myself proud.

And then I did it. Instead of pressing the completed button my finger hit delete. And all my dreams for a Pulitzer dissolved before my very eyes.

The gist of my work was this: Ashley Madison was for naughty people. That's it.

And this didn't even take me five minutes to put out.