Monday, August 31, 2015

Sheriff Dave Clark, Milwaukee Wisconsin: "Obama Started The War On Police"

Well, someone had to say it and it came from the lips of the Democrat, Sheriff Dave Clarke of Milwaukee County Wisconsin. It's not like Sheriff Dave is a member of the KKK. Be careful, Dave. The #Back Lives Matter Crowd is in Wisconsin, too.

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.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

I'll Take My Coffee Black, Please

The Queen and I have recently become old in thought and deed. A few short years ago, when we were kids and full of get up and go(or, vim and vinegar) we'd take in a movie or grab a beer at a sports bar. Fun stuff like that.

Lately, to fill in Saturday afternoons, we'll peruse Columbus, Ohio web sites for coffee shops, preferably the ones offering outside seating. There's a method to our madness. These bistros are usually located in the hippie sections of town so, while being in the outdoors, there's a definite possibility of sipping brew and watching the local menagerie stroll by. Actually, it's me who stares(and laughs). The wife is too kind to lower herself to my level.

Anyway, coffees from around the world have become my drug of choice. It's beyond me why anyone, if they enjoy coffee, would walk the supermarket aisle and pick up a tin of Folger's, Maxwell House or an even cheaper brand. Furthermore, who in their right mind would drink a cup of Instant Sanka? It could be Sanka is for the geriatric crowd. Coffee is to be purchased not on price but on quality. Question, would you purchase a gallon of gasoline with a 50% content of gas and 50% water? It's the same for coffee. You pay for what you get.

There are places, restaurants like The Waffle House, when you order a cup of mud you know exactly what you're getting. It's called tan water. There's nothing there. It is hot, like tea, but with no taste.
Besides, who drinks hot tea unless they're at Panda Express?

I'm a dark roast kind of guy. If it isn't dark roast then forget it. Now, mark this down in your daily log for future reference. When on the road look for these places: Pilot gas stations, Love's gas stations, Speedway gas stations---in that order. Speedway serves excellent dark roast. It has a Brazilian bean and is quite tasty. The Pilot and Love's establishments offer a wide variety of coffees ranging from mild to dark. They also have one called Xtreme energy or something like that. It's supposed to give you a quick jolt----and it does. They also have decaffeinated coffees. I don't associate with folks who drink that pap.

If you happen to have a World Market in your area then use it. They have excellent coffee. I used to buy a whole bean, their French roast brand. Shortly thereafter I tested the Italian roast and was hooked. The best part is it sells for $9.98 for two pounds. Quality coffee for the price of ten Bic pens. It doesn't get any better than that. World Market also offers a variety of blends from around the world at prices that won't destroy your budget. From Hawaii, a Kona perhaps?

There's a store in upstate New York that supposedly makes the world's strongest coffee. It's called Death Wish Coffee. It's next on my list of possibilities. World's strongest coffee? Ah pshaw! They'll have to go some to satisfy my needs but I'll give 'em a shot.

Yesterday, we visited one of the areas best shops. It's called Staufs. They sell coffee from around the world. I ordered an Ethiopian dark roast called Harrah's. It was grand, as smooth as a baby's bottom. The dark roast had a low acidity rating(meaning the taste lingers after the sip goes down). The mellowness of the bean was exhilarating. I don't know very much about Ethiopia. I always thought it was one giant sand hill. The only facts aware to me about this African nation are that Benito Mussolini conquered them in his first attempt to make the Italians think they were good at things other than making pizza and organizing Mafioso. Of course, in their 'war' they went up against camels and donkeys from the Ethiopian army whose leader was Haile Selassie. I remember him because of his name. It always sounded good to me; sort of like saying, Boutros Boutros Ghali.

Even though I was enthralled with the Ethiopian blend I opted for a half pound of Sumatran bean. I questioned our customer service rep about the different coffees and if they met my needs. She's the one who suggested the Sumatra style. She had pink hair so I'm guessing she knew what she was talking about. In addition, she had a ring in her nose which only added credibility to her expertise.

In order to enjoy the more expensive beans it is necessary to purchase a grinder. I don't know why but it makes me feel like I know more than your average bear when I use one. We do have a French press which is an absolute necessity. With coffee this pricy I don't want to dole out more than I'll use. In order for an acquaintance to be offered one of my 'specials' they have to really, really enjoy coffee. If they don't then I'll offer some cheap cow scat kind I've been saving for a couple of years.

Finally, don't store coffee in the freezer or let it stand out in the open. To insure quality place it in an airtight container. Got it?

It was so enjoyable writing about a subject on which I know virtually nothing. Did I fake you out? I hope so.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Is Terry Bean More Than Just A Friend Of POTUS

His name is Terry Bean. He's a Democrat donor from Oregon. On September 1 the 66 year old goes on trial for abusing a fifteen year old. Prosecutors tell us the kid was enticed to a motel by Bean's mid-thirties boyfriend.

I'm tired. It's the week-end. Open the link if you want to read the story. Otherwise, eat dinner.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Remember When Democrats Said This

"All we want are for abortions to be safe, rare and legal". My eldest son reminded me of this. The saying was the mantra of that outstanding Roman Catholic, Teddy Kennedy.

Kennedy died from brain cancer no doubt brought on by a massive consumption of Chivas Regal.
I'll give him some slack. I'm sure he was a tortured man for letting Mary Jo drown. Hence, he, himself, drowned his sorrows in liquor while molesting unsuspecting women.

Personally, I don't care to get into the abortion issue but after today's newest Planned Parenthood video, regardless of how gruesome it was(and it is), it's necessary to bring up the subject.

In the latest film a PP provider(murderer) commented on the latest. Here's how it went down. 'The heart was beating. We had to take off the face to secure the brain".

Richard Blumenthal(D-Conn) refuses to vote for stopping PP funding. However, he is sponsoring a bill to make it a federal law for anyone to maim an animal. He is proposing a 7 year jail sentence for offenders.

When I fish I sometimes use night crawlers. In order to save money I'll rip them in half. Is a worm an animal? Probably not because worms can regenerate an appendage. But, I bet it hurts for a bit.

When I was ten I raised chickens. Maiming a chicken is really quite easy. First, grab them by the legs. Then move your hand up to their necks. Place it on a tree stump and bring down the hatchet. One or two hours later I'm not hungry, anymore. Can you send a 10 year old to jail for seven years?

Years ago I belonged to a golf course loaded with Canadian Geese. I think they're a protected bird. We fellas didn't care because they crapped all over the fairways and after 18 holes the bottom of our golf shoes looked like we'd been in a pig sty. One of the guys, an immigrant who mowed the fairways, lived in a shack on the course. He caught one, killed and ate it. He was fined $50 because a busy body living on the course turned him in to the local authorities. A group of us raised money to cover his losses. In addition we gave him a trophy with a bird on top. We loved that guy.

If you believe I'm making light of abortions I'm not. I'm only trying to illustrate how utterly ridiculous and mindless the Left are and will continue to be when it comes to life issues.

According to them a goose supersedes the life of a human being. As was shown by the Nazis when will it be okay to take fetal(baby) tissue and use it to make lamp shades?

Don't scoff. We're moving in that direction.

What About Bob?

Being the Grandfather of ten is a unique experience. Each one has a jillion ideas floating around in their noggins and, oftentimes, it's absolute hilarity.

I have a newly turned five year old grandson. His name is Kingston. It's a family name on his Dad's side dating back to the 1500's in England. His father's middle name is the same. Sometimes, people call him King and at other times, when he's slow to obey, Kingston with emphasis added. The kid is even tempered and has never had a bad day in his life. You will never have to tell him to turn that frown upside down.

His family is moving to Montgomery, Ohio tomorrow. It's a suburb of Cincinnati. The entire group, mom, dad and four kids spent last Saturday and Sunday in their new home.

Last Sunday the Queen and I drove down from Dublin to check out their new digs. While we were there I took Kingston to a nearby park. About five minutes after our arrival King hooked up with two boys a couple of years older than he. They were digging in a sand pile when one of them asked my grandson, "What's your name"? He responded with, "My name is Bob".

Five minutes later his dad arrived and I mentioned his son now had a new name. "Yep", he told me, "It's Bob".

So, here's the story. Two friends of my son and his wife recently gave birth to baby boys. They gave their sons the moniker of Kingston. When my grandson heard about this he got upset because his name had become that of a commoner, so to speak.

In order to feel special he wanted to come up with a name for himself, a seldom used name; one that is rarely given to boys. He wanted a unique name not used by anyone in this hemisphere so he came up with Bob.

Hence, he's going to use the name of Bob forever. His pre-school teacher is going to be quite surprised when the lad who is supposed to be on the rolls, 'Kingston', doesn't show up for school that first day and she's trying to figure out who this Bob kid is. I thought it might be fun to tell the Kingster I'd give him five dollars if he told his new teacher his name was Mohammed.

What the heck. It'd make for a good story and that's why I put out this blog.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Did You Have An Account With Ashley Madison

If you're a man and have never heard of Ashley Madison then rest easy. Apparently, there are hundreds nee' thousands of government employees, especially, who are today sweating not only bullets but nuclear missiles.

Ashley Madison is a Canadian based web site encouraging men to have affairs. They cater to the married kind of guy and promised complete secrecy. Or so they thought. Ashley's site has been hacked and the names have been published. This is juicy. As Desi Arnez always said, "Lucy, you've got some splainin' to do".  There are a whole lot of husbands who are trying to come up with plausible excuses for these trysts. What's the old saying about a woman scorned?

If you have twenty-four hours or so to read the enclosed link imagine the rich and famous on the Ashley Madison list. There has to be a heck of a lot of guys who paid thousands of dollars to hop in bed with a client. Quoting the Ashley Madison site: "Life is short. Have an affair".

Oh, and fellas, try and find a good lawyer. You'll need one.

Monday, August 17, 2015

This Is So Dumb It Makes Sense

Alex Craig was having a discussion with his girlfriend on ways to make money. He thought people would eagerly buy a potato from him with a written message on it. He would then forward this potato to a receiver of said gift. His lady friend thought he was off his nut. So, Alex went into business for himself

Craig charges between $8-$10 for his work. Work? What work? The buyer tells him the message. All he does is magic marker it onto the potato then put it in the mail; probably gift wrapped.

Congrats to Alex Craig for being an entrepreneur. I'm trying to figure out why the party of the second part couldn't do the 'work' themselves. What does a potato cost? The young Texan now makes around 10K per month doing virtually nothing. What a country.

An Invention For The Irresponsible

My wife gave me a grocery list this morning. I promised to do the shopping at Kroger's. When I got to the grocery store I realized I'd left the list at home. Since I'd also forgotten my cell phone I was forced to hop in my car and drive back home. It was a waste of time and money but, "Hey", that's the story of my life.

There is on the market an invention to help people like me, those whose brain is going 200 mph while their body is in coma mode. It's called The Tile and it is going to change my life for the better. If you're tired of getting angry, frustrated and swearing like a drugged out hippie this might be what you need.

Quite simply, here's how it works. As shown in the picture attach it to your car keys. I'm forever losing them. Now comes the tricky part especially if you don't know what an App is. Luckily for me I have a wife who is computer savvy.

As an example, I had left the lake in July and driven to a friends house in Wisconsin. In the course of two days I couldn't find my car keys. I looked everywhere but to no avail. I called the Queen and told her to do her magic. It so happened that someone had a Bluetooth(whatever that is) that was functioning while she was using her iPhone(whatever that is). Anyway, on her screen it read, Pritzle's Market, Rome, Wisconsin. And that's where my keys were located. The problem was solved

We lucked out since someone happened to be using their iPhone at the time but if you're in your home then The Tile starts bleeping. In the last two weeks I've used it hundreds of times. I also put one inside my wallet.

You can pick up 4 of these creations for $70 and I've already put the cash to good use.

I'm waiting for a smaller version to put on my golf clubs. Then I'll have not a care in the world.

MSNBC Is Worthwhile Television-----For Fools

Let me bring up a name from the past. Do you remember Rep. Hank Johnson(Dimwit-Georgia)? He was the liberal congressman asking questions of a General in the US Army before a subcommittee hearing. The question went something like this: "General, aren't you afraid if we send more troops to Guam it might tip over"? Isn't that hilarious? But it's what I've come to expect from dolts on the left.

There was another beaut recently, this time on MSNBC. Joy-Ann Reid, who formerly had the 2 pm time slot on  that wickedly silly channel, was being interviewed by another lib show host, Melissa-Perry Harris*.

Reid was fired from her slot in February and transferred to political analyst. The subject of Donald Trump and a Mexican Wall on the border came up. Reid, in her infinite wisdom stated, "Building a wall separating the US from Mexico is the same as putting up the Berlin Wall". Folks, I could not contain myself from rolling around in laughter.

In case you've forgotten the City of Berlin was divided into four sectors following WWII. Each sector was controlled by the US, France, England and the Soviet Union respectively(East Germany was a puppet government of the Soviets). In 1961 the East Germans erected a wall separating West Berlin from the outside world. Why would they do such a thing, you might ask?

Unless you work at MSNBC it goes like this. People living under communism didn't enjoy it all that much so they attempted to escape to the Free World. Hundreds were shot and killed. Many more were apprehended and returned to the gulags.

So, what Ms. Reid is telling us is, the Mexicans would be overjoyed to have a wall so that their people would stay home and not come into this horrid country even though we begging them to do so.

The news people at MSNBC remind me of the title of a book written by John Kennedy Toole called 'A Confederacy of Dunces'.

*Never trust a woman with a hyphenated name

Friday, August 14, 2015

Take Away Two Boobs And What Do You Have

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In answer to the question posed by my headlines that simple response would be no Kim Kardashian.

Care to guess how many more boobs there are in this big, bad world. Ms. Kim has 34.5 million followers on twitter. Now, those are some kind of goombas.

Did you know the female breast(s) have euphemisms attached it(them). Check it out. It might come in handy if you're trying to pick up a babe in a bar. E.g. "Hey Doll,  nice pineapples you're sporting".

Tests Prove Warren Harding Had Love Child

DNA testing has positively concluded that Pres. Warren G Harding did, indeed, father a love child in 1919. The mother's name was Nan Britton.

I'm shocked! I did not realize that people had sex in those days let alone illicit sex.

DNA testing has confirmed that President Warren G Harding fathered a daughter with his mistress Nan Britton in 1919. When Britton made the claim in an explosive memoir published in 1927, Harding's family said she was lying since they believed Harding was sterile. Nan Britton pictured on the left with her daughter Elizabeth Ann, right

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

"Oh Sh*t"!

The Perfect Democrat Candidate

Melissa Gilbert (© Bryan Bedder/Getty Images)

Little Laura Ingalls has grown into a democrat candidate for the 8th district of Michigan. Yes, Melissa Gilbert has thrown her hat in the ring in this pro-Republican district. She's counting on her Hollywood fame to put her over the top.

She is more than qualified to be the candidate of the donkey party since she owes more than $350,000
in back taxes. For some odd reason the grifter received a 10 year time frame to pay the IRS fees. Maybe she's a close friend of Lois Lerner. She does need to go some to beat Al Sharpton, though. He has a good excuse for not paying his debts. He's Black.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

"MJ Hawkeye, What Do You Think Of Mr. Trump"

'The Donald' is seemingly receiving 90% of news coverage. Everyone has an opinion about him. As for me I don't get too excited about Trump. It is a circus but things will pan out eventually.

Trump gained my attention when he first called out illegal immigration. I liked that. It didn't matter if Trump brought up the subject or a myriad of others. I was pleased to have the conversation placed before the American people.

Trump has put out a platform of items he wants on his agenda. It's very conservative. However, when one goes back ten years and looking at these views they are 180 degrees apart. E.g. He's now pro-life. How convenient. Even that doesn't bother me because Bill Clinton, at one time, was a pro-lifer.
It's what politicians do, lie, in order to get into office. When they do change their minds and flip on a position they can always tell us 'they evolved' and get away with it.

I have two personal stories about Trump. Both were related by friends of mine. Both took place at one of his golf courses and both were on the same subject with the same result.

My good buddy was invited by a friend of his, Lee Rinker, to play at a golf course, Trump International, in Florida. Rinker was a journeyman PGA golfer but Trump named him to manage the golf operations at this particular course and had been doing so for three years. My pal happened to be in the clubhouse when Trump walked in with three guys for a round of golf. While there Mr. Rinker came in. It was at this time Trump yelled across the room to Rinker. He said, "I'm sick and tired of looking at you. You're fired".

Coincidentally, another friend of mine told me the exact same story but at another course.

Now, I have no reason to doubt the veracity of either of these two men and both stories were told me within two weeks of each other, one in Mundelein, Illinois and the other in Dublin, Ohio.

I've always been told, it's the little things in life people say and do that tells volumes about their character.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Question Of The Day

Why is it when I get a recorded message saying, "Press 1 for English" I get an operator who can barely speak English?

Ferguson Beauty Shop Looted: It Didn't Work

A crowd of about 50 people looted a beauty store in the St. Louis suburb and protesters grew confrontational late in the evening. There was no immediate word of any arrests. Police think the rioters ate the evidence.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Baseball Is America

Gosh, I love baseball. Personally, it's the greatest team game ever invented. This might be a repeat but my 39 year old son told me last year about his newly found appreciation of the game. He said, "Dad, did you know that on each pitch every player, all nine of them, are moving in a certain direction in anticipation of a hit ball"? I wanted to say, "Yes, son, I knew that" but I played his game . It's always good to let your son think he's really special.

Folks who watch or attend a baseball game usually only look at the pitcher, ball and batter. It is much more complex game and even more so when half the fans are looking at their I pods.

I happened to watch a movie this afternoon called The Rookie. It tells the story of Jim Morris starring Dennis Quaid, a high school teacher from Texas circa 1990. As a lad his life dream was to be a pitcher in the Major Leagues. As is the case with many young men of athletic ability he had a series of injuries and operations and his quest came to a halt. 

Morris took a teaching/coaching job at a rather desolate high school in Texas. He promised his high school team that if they got their act together and won their district championship he'd attend a major league scout camp. Morris thought he only threw about 86 mph but, in reality, after his surgeries and at the age of 36, he was firing the horse hide at 98 mph.. For those of you not familiar with that kind of velocity it's akin to me running the 100 meter dash in five seconds flat. As it turns out he was signed by the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and had a couple of years in the big leagues. His story is one of legends. The movie showed him striking out a ball player in his very first appearance. I've seen this film more times than I've eaten sharp cheddar cheese but each time he fans the Devils player, Royce Clayton, I get chills.

Now comes the sappy part. I don't care about the context of any baseball movie. I know there is going to be a scene somewhere in the script when I lose it. Wait a minute. William Bendix in The Babe Ruth Story; it has the impact of chewing a piece of used Black Jack chewing gum. that movie was a laughathon but since it was filmed in 1948 I'll give it a pass.

In the Field of Dreams when Costner asked his dad "if he wanted a catch" I had tears in my eyes. Who wouldn't? Dads and sons can relate to this.

Costner also starred in a great film titled: For Love of the Game. It was a flashback film of his early baseball life with the Detroit Tigers sandwiched between his quest for a perfect game against the Yankees in the last game of his career. My eyes welled when he was gearing up to throw his final pitch. When the final out came I had chills even though I watched this epic a dozen times. I like Costner in sports films. He has that persona.

In the film The Natural with Robert Redford my spine tingles when he sees his bat, hewn from oak from his Nebraska farmyard as a lad, shattered as he hits a foul pitch. He then hits a fastball with a bat given to him by Bobby the batboy he helped him make. The next pitch from the opposing pitcher, also a Nebraska farm boy is smashed into the outfield lights securing a pennant victory for the team. Does it get any better than that? Never.

I have to believe the greatest quote ever in describing baseball was uttered by James Earle Jones at the end of the movie, The Field of Dreams. Costner's character, Ray Kinsella, was conflicted as to whether he should sell his farm or keep it for his ghostly players. Jones character gave this line:

The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come. ... Field of Dreams”

And the people did come. I took my children to the Field of Dreams nestled in the cornfields of eastern Iowa. We had a grand day. The kids ran the bases. We played catch and conversed with others who fulfilled their dreams. My children, with a little help from dad, came to understand a greater appreciation of the game and what this country cherishes most.
Who would not love baseball. It's Americana at it's best.

What Am I Missing About Our Society

You might or might not be familiar with Salon Magazine. It's a Leftie of the highest order.
They ran an article today comparing the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki with that of the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri.

Am I missing something? Am I ignorant? How stupid am I? Is Salon on drugs?

Watch Carly Fiorina Eviscerate Chris Matthews

Carly Fiorina, who herself admits 40% of Republicans do not know her name, is a dynamo. Believe me when I write she is one smart cookie. Chris Matthews made the mistake of interviewing her after the debate. You know you have Matthews by the short hairs when he's speechless.

I felt it was necessary to bring this short video to you because we all know MSNBC has a viewing audience slightly ahead of HGTV(maybe).

Ms. Carly is a classic. She won't win the presidency but she'd be a wonderful addition to the ticket. It's too bad she can't take on Pant Suit in a debate. I'd pay big money to watch it in person.

I Need A Liberal To Explain This

The unemployment rate stats came out today at 5.5%. Not horrible but certainly not great. There was another statistic that also made an entrance. Ninety-three and a half million people are not in the workforce.

An economist I am not but this seems to be an oxymoron. If there's a hardcore liberal out there who can explain the significance of these stats please do so.

Ignorantly yours, MJH

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Some Lives Matter

some lives matter

Not for atheists.

Jeremiah 1:5
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew[a] you,
    before you were born I set you apart;
    I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Get To Know Your Neighbors

Our condo in Dublin is situated with forty others in a semi-circle. Drive in from the east end and exit on the west. Or, if you're an adventurer, reverse the process.

The folks living at the far end might as well be from Mars even though it's about a forty-five second walk. I don't get down to that end of the street often so I haven't met many of them. I did hear a professional golfer, Rod Spittle, lives there. I'd knock on his door and introduce myself but my opening line would be sort of phony: "Hey Rod, how's it goin'? I'm MJ Hawkeye and I wanted to say 'Hi' and maybe get your autograph". Sounds sort of corny and intrusive. Besides, I don't want or need his signature.

There is, however, a 79 year old woman who lives across the street. She and her husband have become very good friends. Even so I learned a significant fact about her two days ago that would shock and have people in disbelief. It's a true Ripley's Believe It Or Not story. I'd make a wager nobody in the United States except a few them thar folks from the state of Kentucky could rival it.

This lady has been married for 57 years and given birth to two children. Aside from prenatal care and the actual birth process she has never, not once, visited a hospital or doctor's office. She's never had a physical exam, a cold that caused her to get a prescription, broken bones, not anything.

That's it. I just thought you'd like to hear about it.

Do You Want A Mammogram From Planned Parenthood

Do you happen to be concerned about breast cancer and want a mammogram. If you do please do not contact Planned Parenthood. Not one of their facilities in the United States can provide one. So much for women's health care.

Celebrity Quiz: Kent 'Flounder' Dorfman

Time moves on.

How To CYA When Paying Taxes

When I was in the work force, especially the last twenty years, my taxes to the federal government we're more than generous. We would look at every possible legal method of saving wasted cash given to Washington.

I now realize it's tough to compete with the big boys in this arena. I'm a rank amateur when it comes to the dodge. Stupid me. I should have set up the MJ Hawkeye Foundation patterned after the Clinton Foundation:

"Nearly all of the charitable giving, though, went to the Clinton family’s own charity: The Clinton Foundation.
Beginning in 2001 — that infamously “dead broke” year when Bill Clinton left the White House — the family’s income began to soar. As the TaxProfBlog indicates in a tabular presentation of the Clintons’ annual tax info, the family earned $15.9 million in 2001. They dipped to an impoverished $7.9 million in 2003, and sank as low as $5.5 million in 2008, but came roaring back with annual earnings that, in 2014, nudged $28 million.
As TaxProf notes, the family’s charitable giving from 2007 onward has been a case study in moving money around. Since 2007, the Clintons “made $15 million (10.8 percent of their AGI) of charitable contributions, $14.9 million of which went to the Clinton Family Foundation and the Clinton Global Initiative.”
That leaves $100,000 for charitable uses that don’t directly involve the Clinton family and their globalist friends".

The moral of the story is I'm too dumb to be a smart crook.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Who Is This Movie Celebrity: Check Back Tomorrow

Stephen Furst, July, 2014.jpg

Hint: Starred in possibility the funniest movie of all time

Hillary's Greatest Accomplishment According To Her

I rarely do this, pass along forwards received in an email. Many have seen the following but for the uninitiated, especially the stupid Left, it's too good to pass up.

The quote speaks for itself:

Quote of the day, no, of
the week, make that a month, yet it probably is quote of the
No, DECADE. Wait a minute. It's the greatest quote
“My accomplishments as
Secretary of State? Well, I'm glad you asked! My proudest
accomplishment in which I take the most pride, mostly because of
the opposition it faced early on, you know… the remnants of
prior situations and mindsets that were too narrowly focused in
a manner whereby they may have
overlooked the bigger picture
and we didn’t do that and I’m proud of that. Very proud. I would
say that’s a major accomplishment.”

- Hillary Clinton 11 March 2015

Abortion Women Are Getting Ripped Off

There's another Planned Parenthood video out today. This one shows a Gulf Coast worker negotiating with an undercover member of the anti-establishment for intact bodies of aborted babies.

Stop and think about this. What does it cost to have an abortion at PP? The numbers usually thrown around are between $400-$500. So, an irresponsible person allows herself to become pregnant then provides profit to a company for the dead fetus. Multiply this by hundreds of thousands of dead 'blobs of unwanted tissue' yearly and pretty soon we're talking real money.(55 million of 'it' since the passage of Roe v. Wade)

Then, the women who allowed their 'choice' to be terminated lose again. The leftovers are sold to a 3rd party making more money for PP and they get nothing out of the deal except for maybe some self-inflicted guilt, a lost marriage, a lifetime of misery, etc.

These women are crazy. I think they should form a union. Let's call it, 'Bodies for Profit'. They could demand the abortion mills give them a slice of the pie to cover all costs incurred. Dues would be determined by a governing board. They then could make some serious demands on PP about money; say a fifty-fifty split. And with a smile on their faces they go home with some hefty cash in their purses. And on and on and on until they have enough money to buy a new Corvette.

After today's revelation I expect to see a number of lawsuits against PP. Surely Gloria Allred would lead the charge to get compensation for these unsuspecting females: "They stole my cadaver and I want money for it or give it back to me and return my money".

I read a story online the other day, don't know how true it was, that some Planned Parenthood facilities are providing young girls placebos instead of birth control pills. The result, of course, would be continued business for the purveyors of death and murder. Once again, unsuspecting uteruses become the victims.

If you think I'm being satirical I'm not. Trust me when I write someone will come up with this idea. Nancy Pelosi would go for it as would every member of the communist party on Capitol Hill.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

A Damned Fine Irish Fest In Dublin, Ohio

In the autumn of 1987 Murphy and O'Brien met at Kelsey's Bar in downtown Dublin, Ohio to share a brew or two. It was a beautiful fall day and the two laughed and joked about their Irish heritage. Around two am the following morning O'Brien said, "Lesh do dis nex yearrrrr". And they did except it became the Dublin Irish Festival which has been on ongoing event since.*

The festival brings in over 100,000 people from all over Ohio and beyond.. It has a true, authentic feel of Ireland.
The very first of Murphy and O'Brien's brain storm took place the following August on a tennis court with an Irish band playing songs from the Mother Country and year by year it greatly expanded until here we are today.

In 2015 the different venues now cover over 28 acres filled with crafts, Irish dancing, bagpipers food stands and, best of all, imported Irish singing groups from the real country. Everything Irish is here except for a famine Two of the very best acts were Socks in the Frying Pan and We Banjos 3. The latter is an outstanding group with the energy of dachshund who has taken 25 Viagra in one hour. You might want to YouTube these folks especially the We Banjos guys.

The queen and I attended an open air Mass filled with as many people as were in attendance for the famous loaves and fishes speech(I think). I like to consider myself as an observer of people and places. For some unknown reason women in halter tops seem to catch my attention. Since I've been to this event before why should I repeat myself with what we saw during past visits? If you attend a carnival you see a tilt-awhirl. When you go to the zoo leopards are going to be on the grounds. So, I try to be attentive to the out of the ordinary. It's more fun that way.

Entrance to the festival is a good deal. General admission is $12. Seniors get in for $10. Those who fork over that kind of cash are either stupid and/or lazy. We stopped in at Kroger's and purchased four canned goods of food. That's what the sponsors, the Catholic Churches, ask for us to get onto the grounds. I take this responsibility seriously. Non-God fearing people might sprint down the vegetable aisle, snag a couple of cans of okra or squash and run out. Not me, I go for baby peas and green beans, the good stuff. If I'm going to see quality entertainment I feel it's necessary to go the extra mile.

Oh, I forgot to mention, there were over ten thousand beer tents on the grounds. You might ask whatever happened to Murphy and O'Brien. They have their statues inside with inscriptions reading:

Murphy and O'Brien two men indeed
Started this show in the hours of wee
hoist a pint or two in their memory
died at the stall, too old to pee.**

*I made this part up. But it was fun doing it.
** This, too, is sort of fictional but what the hell.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

What's So Special About Stephen Hawking

Stephen Hawking is reputed to have one of the greatest brains on the planet earth. He's even considered to have a higher IQ than Ted Cruz and Antonin Scalia combined. What I'm trying to figure out is if's he's so intelligent why doesn't he come up with a way to get up out of his wheelchair and take a leisurely stroll?
Stephen Hawking's photo.