Be careful whatcha wish for, Lovey...
In my EP, I have the posts that you deleted, Acidman.
Unfortunately, I couldn't "save" the links, but I do have alla the comments...
June 17, 2006
i'm in deep shit
Bejus! On paper right now, I owe the IRS a LOT of money. If I can't handle this problem fairly quickly, I stand to be a crippled, broke old Cracker with NOTHING to show for what I spent my entire life working for.
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Option 2A? They probably won't let you off without paying something for penalty or interest, but the 60K is ridiculous. Call them, make an appointment, and negotiate. You've got blog entries from those days about how you were treated and why you didn't go back. Of course, you could hire one of those firms to represent you. Might be worth a call to those bloodsuckers to protect you from the other bloodsuckers. Posted by: Patrick on June 17, 2006 05:02 PM
option 3 sounds pretty good to me...but only if option 2 fails. Option 4 and you are looking at Nicholas Cage in "Leaving Las Vegas" Posted by: marcl on June 17, 2006 05:07 PM
Probably they will deal with you. I don't figure you will get off with the original 14,000 but probaly half the 60,000. Still a kick in the balls but better than being completely broke. Hell if you are badly bent you might finish that novel so you will have grocery money..and we know you know how to fish and raise a garden and shoot tree rats if you get real hungry. Posted by: GUYK on June 17, 2006 05:41 PM
DO NOT try to deal with IRS on your own!! believe me on this please. If you were being tried for armed robbery would you represent yourself? NO NO, because you would go to jail for the rest of your life or something. Get a lawyer!! Please! Posted by: maxnnr on June 17, 2006 05:54 PM
You need a tax attorney, me boy. And you're forgetting the Cardinal Rule of politicos & other gov't employees of their ilk: Whenever they talk about "leveling the playing" field, they're not talking about building the lower side up. Posted by: Richthofen on June 17, 2006 06:19 PM
Richthofen is right. Lawyer up. It will save you in the long run. Posted by: Kevin Baker on June 17, 2006 08:05 PM
Keep that attitude. Don't bend over for the bastards. Draw it out as long as it takes and then only pay them .10 cent on the dollar. I have been in the same spot and in my youthful ignorance I paid. I'm older and wiser now. The last time they were on the losing end of the stick. Still makes me grin. Posted by: K. D. Zu on June 17, 2006 09:18 PM
Option 4 would make for a helluva book. Just sayin.... Posted by: rightisright on June 17, 2006 11:10 PM
The same gummint raping your checkbook is the same bunch that starts wars. They need your money to keep us safe from those folks in Iraq who, contrary to the MSM, never attacked us. Kwitcherbitching. Be a patriot and do your duty, citizen, and remember, your benevolent government will tell you how to pay however much they figure you owe, and who to go to war against and fight and kill. That is your "right," citizen--to do what the government tells you to do. Be a patriot--pay your money, homage, and provide your children for war. That is your duty and right. You are an American. Posted by: jb on June 18, 2006 12:48 AM
jb....you're an asshole. Posted by: marcl on June 18, 2006 01:04 AM
Marcl You are the asshole. You stupid shit--you would rather diss me than admit that your own fucking government rapes your ass--which is precisely the point Smif is making. Hello? You concious? Now how stupid is that? Idiot. Posted by: jb on June 18, 2006 01:37 AM
The main problem with option four is that most people manage to fuck up their suicides one way or another... and then you have to pay for THAT shit... Posted by: Yogimus on June 18, 2006 05:03 AM Next, we have... rules of war
I just read a post over at this blog, where the writer was lamenting the fact that we, as a country, don't know (or won't ADMIT) how to fight a war anymore. I left this comment. I was so damn proud of it, that I decided to post it on my own blog. For some reason, after WWII, Americans forgot how to fight a war. We became politically-correct, overly-sensitive and gushingly-compassionate, and we've had our asses kicked several times as a result of that kind of thinking. I blame the feminization of America for a lot of that crap, but I also blame a complete lack of focus by our "leaders" for the way we fight anymore. I likened war to an old-fashioned street fight, times 100. I also suggested these "rules," once you understand that THERE ARE NO RULES in war or street fights. The object of the entire process is TO WIN! The "rules" for a street-fight are:
#1-- Don't get into one if you can find a graceful way out. But if you CAN'T, get it over with as quickly as possible. #2--- Go full-tilt, or don't fight at all. #3--- Use whatever weapons you can lay your hands on to ensure victory. #4--- Avoid the fight whenever possible. But when you HAVE to fight, set out to KILL that bastid who made you do it. #5--- You don't "declare" victory. You WIN, when the other guy is face-down on the pavement and he can't get up anymore.
Do my rules sound "harsh?" "Inhumane?" Racist? They probably DO to people who would rather kiss ass and grovel than fight. But I go right back to 10,000 years of recorded history and human nature as my reasons for declaring those rules. (Well, that stuff and my own experiences in life.) War IS NOT something we should enter into lightly. It ain't a game of patty-cake. But if we ever DO go to war, we should bring with us everything we've got, lay it all on the line and not stop until the enemy is either totally destroyed, or face-down on the ground, unable to get up again. And if we're NOT willing to do that (because a buncha flapping pussies don't like the idea), we should never fight at all. Once again, I offer 10,000 years of recorded history to back up MY point of view. I'm not calling on my precious, delicate feelings here to tell ME what to think. I'm not relying on a little blonde-haired girl holding a daisy in a television commercial to inform me what life is all about. Or that war is bad for children and other living things. I'm remembering Pax Romana. Why it ever was and why it ended.
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When a war is not fought to the finish the war is not over. Ghrengis Kahn understood that and when he had to fight to obrain an objective he required total submission or death.... and ruled the earth. The ancients understood it well...when you clean out a snakes nest you kill all the snakes. Not just the males with rattlers. The little ones will grow up to bite you too. No one hates a war worse than the military..they are the ones who has to fight it and lose the blood. But what is worse than fighting a war is fighting a war with no clear objectives. I say that we have half stepped into it and may yet wind up cutting and running. And if we do we will lose what respect we ever had on this earth and it will be the start of the decline of a great republic. No ally can trust us anymore to come to their defense and we will prove that of all gotdam people, DeGaulle was right when he kicked the US Forces out of France. Degaulle allowed that there was no way that the USA would go to war with the USSR to protect France. Was he correct? Probably. Posted by: GUYK on June 17, 2006 07:03 PM
sorry about the typos and miisspelled words..I have not figured how to use spellcheck on comments. Posted by: GUYK on June 17, 2006 07:04 PM
i think patton said it best: "No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country.
He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country." george also had a cool dog. Posted by: leo on June 17, 2006 07:07 PM
Havng a legitimate enemy is somewhat conducive to the matter of war. Chasing ghosts and abstractions in the desert doesn't play well as being "war"--it's just chasing ghosts and abstractions, and "regime changes" go against all American ideals. But even before that, a declaration of war by Congress, not the executive branch, is required by that parchment you mentioned in a recent post . . . ah . . . hmm . . . yeah . . . The Constitution. But I repeat myself. Posted by: jb on June 17, 2006 08:46 PM
The Congress oblingingly allows the Executive branch to abrogate the responsibilities deligated to them, so they can then claim either the victory or lay the blame elsewhere depending on how things go. This is what happens when we elect dishonarble people to congress over and over and over and.............. Posted by: K. D. Zu on June 17, 2006 09:07 PM
Your rules -- good! You talk about war as if we were at war. What war? There has never been a declaration of war. If course there wasn't in Nam either, and we got our asses handed to us on a platter. Same thing all over again. And btw, I like and respect Patton, but his dog was sin-ugly. Want a real dog - look no further than Smokey. Y' see, my blood runs orange. :-) Posted by: Winston on June 18, 2006 06:50 AM
There has never been a declaration of war. Okay, genius -- what did the AUMF need to say to meet your criteria for a "Constitutionally and Factually Magical Declaration of War That Only Exists If Properly and Constitutionally and Magically Declared"? Posted by: McGehee on June 18, 2006 09:42 AM
McG Don't bullshit the issue. We have a Constitution, and Congress has responsibilities. Now you might like the big bombs that go boom and that sort of childish shit, but if you sit and quibble about the Constitution like a Democrat sitting on the john, you are one of them. We are a Constitutional Republic--whether you socialistic conservatives like it or not. The War Powers Act was bullshit, and this war against "who" (Who?)--is bullshit. This is precisely the sort of foreign entanglement our forefathers wished to avoid, and it is Republicans and those who imagine themselves "conservative" who rah-rah this stupid fucking unconstitutional war. You are neither conservative, nor constitutional. You just don't like finding out you are wrong, so you try to cover your ass with weasel words. Put them on your resume. Consider the Democratic Party--they prolly have a number of employment opportunities for you. No wonder liberals can do what they do--conservatives don't have a fucking clue, either. But they damn sure know how to sling shit when caught in their ignorance. Just too fucking funny. LMAO Posted by: jb on June 18, 2006 06:34 PM Next is this one... fear
When Quinton was a little boy, I comforted him by ALWAYS saying, when HE was afraid of something, "Ain't nothin' to worry about, Sproot. I'm meaner, tougher and stronger than any ghost or monster that's after YOU. And, guess what? No monster can get to YOU until it goes through ME, and that ain't gonna happen." When he grew a little older, I frequently asked him, "Quinton, what is Daddy afraid of?" And I always received the same answer: "NOTHING!" A little while after that, when he saw me do a war-dance and sprout goosebumps all over when I spooked up a 4' rattlesnake in my garden, he started saying, "MY daddy ain't scared of NOTHIN'... except rattlesnakes... but he KILLS THEM!!!" Yeah, I had that boy brainwashed. Daddy wasn't afraid of ANYTHING--- except rattlesnakes--- and even then, Daddy killed them. I had a lot of bravado back then. But I don't anymore. A LOT of things frighten me now. *I worry about maintaining what freedom I have left. Given the chance, government will steal that from me. * I worry about my physical condition. I ain't doin' so good there, on a LOT of different fronts. * I worry about having the family name die off with me. My brother will never have children. My daughter won't, either. If I croak, Jennifer will take Quinton's last name away from him and call him by whatever name her latest victim uses. That ain't right, but that's what she'll do, and I would bet my Cracker ass on it. I KNOW how that bloodless cunt thinks, and that would be the final step in erasing my existence from this earth, which is her ultimate goal. * I am scared shitless of what my government may do to me over income taxes. They're getting ready to take everything I have, over what really amounts to LESS than $14,000 and government WILL DO IT, unless I can figure out a way to stop them. Bejus! If someone had told me THAT when I was twelve years old, I would not have believed it. I was an AMERICAN!!! That crap doesn't happen to AMERICANS!!! Man! I was a naive, trusting little boy. * I am worried that I may live a lot longer than I ever meant to. In the shape I'm in now? Gawd! That ain't living. That's existing, and I never wanted THAT, especially not when I have my beloved government trying to kill me or break me before I can give up the ghost on my own. * I'm not afraid of the dark, but nights get pretty loooong sometimes. I wouldn't mind taking an endless sleep tonight. Forget about this post. I'm depressed, I hurt, and I don't feel well. But I'll hang in there and make it all work out for the best somehow. I always have. I always will. But Daddy ain't the fearless man he once was...
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Sweetheart, I believe that only truly and completely insane people fear nothing.
Further, that is more a reflection on/ the fault of today's world than you yourself. The world has changed soooo much in our lifetime.
Some for the better, but not all. It's that "not all" that's to blame, if indeed blame needs to be placed (seeing as how having a little fear is a good thing in nearly all cases). And, you can't really see the depths of the courage you display on damned near a daily basis.
That whole forrest/tree deal... But, Rob... you are one of the stongest, toughest, most fearless people I know. You can't possibly know how many times I've looked to you for strength and found it in such abundance as to be awe-inspiring in it's enormity. Nothing keeps you down.
No matter what life throws in your way, no matter how hard the hit you take, you just keep going. And, you do it well enough to be able to pull people like me along in your wake. As for the (stupid) IRS... this too shall pass.
For whatever it's worth, I feel like it's gonna work out okay.
I feel no dread or sense of foreboding about it for you at ALL. It may not be easy, or a snap to resolve, but it will be okay. Meanwhile... just know that you are loved. Posted by: Stevie on June 17, 2006 09:31 PM
courage doesn't mean that you have no fear; courage means you keep going despite your fear. You can/will keep going; hope you don't mind if I keep you in my prayers
p.s. get a lawyer; I know I know; I don't like lawyers either but you can't bring a knife to a gun fight... Posted by: maxnnr on June 17, 2006 10:36 PM
you are 'the Dad', so :: Happy Fathers Day ! Posted by: adele on June 18, 2006 12:48 AM
Children make us bigger than we really are. And then we find that we grow a little bit because of it. But we never really stop being kids ourselves. Good luck. Posted by: ZenTiger on June 18, 2006 01:55 AM
Rob-
Nights are often too long and dark- the committee in my brain starts spinning things around until an endless sleep sounds really really good.
An unmedicated, sober life IS scary sometimes. It took me a while to re-learn a lot of things and I'm still not too good at most of them, might never be. But it's worth the effort. My sponsor says to "live right where your feet are" seems like good advice. Posted by: Nancy on June 18, 2006 05:46 AM
My gawd! I coulda written this post myself. So many of the same fears, so many parallel thoughts and feelings. I've probably been kicking around a few years longer than you, and I too never dreamed our beloved government would be taken over by a cartel of rich bastards who would enslave us, strip us of our freedom and dignity, and make sure we have no resources to fight with. I keep thinking about it, trying to figure out what went wrong, when did it all change, and I'm clueless. I just know it is BAD, even worse than we now think. You wait ... you'll see. As far as the fucking IRS goes, a prior comment was right on -- get a lawyer. A damn mean lawyer. And one that knows the ropes and deals with tax law and the IRS. I hate lawyers, but in this case, it may mean the difference between living and not living. The legal eagle will cost you some bucks, but should be able to save you more, and get the hit spread over a period of years so it doesn't destroy you all at once. Sic 'em Bubba... Posted by: Winston on June 18, 2006 06:32 AM
It takes a REAL MAN to acknowledge his fears. That takes courage. Posted by: Maggie on June 18, 2006 08:05 AM
"that would be the final step in erasing my existence from this earth, which is her ultimate goal." Weird, I thought my bloodless ex-cunt was the only one who thought that way. I guess bitchdome does have some commonalities after all.
Posted by: maggot on June 19, 2006 09:26 AM
Yes, and chief among the commonalities of bitchdom is sitting when they pee.
Believe me. And, if you wanna watch a celebrity go through this real soon, just start paying attention to Chris Knight.
He used to be Peter Brady.... Well, he's just married some dipshit named Adrianne Curry.
You watch what happens when this shit falls apart.
You can tell by the way she acts/thinks/IS that she WILL try to destroy him when he comes to his senses and tries to leave. Posted by: Stevie on June 19, 2006 11:41 AM Next up is... June 18, 2006
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About eating pickled pig's feet: "From the size of the pig's feet I've seen, it's easy to deduce the pigs are more than just babies, so that means that when you eat pig's feet, you're eating something that's been marinated in pig SHIT for... ANY amount of time. And, I don't give a good got-damn HOW they "clean" 'em. They were still stuck in pig poop EVER, even for a second."---stevie
Ummm... something else you should know, darlin,' just to take your mind offa those ugly feet being marinated in pig-shit. SOME of them have HAIR ON THEM!!! I kid you not. I've actually eaten pig's feet before and had to pick PIG HAIR outta my teeth the next day. I noticed the hair when I was eating the feet, but I gnashed away anyhow. Just for the record--- I've NEVER eaten pickled pig's feet when I was sober. But if you smell 'em and see 'em through an intense set of beer-goggles, they don't look half-bad. They taste pretty good, too, when you're drunker than a pissant. But that HAIR thing is pretty disgusting, especially the next morning. Heh. Here's your gross post for Sunday...
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I have a secret addiction to pork rinds but there's no amount of alcohol OR money that could get me to eat a pigs foot. My gag reflex goes into overdrive just thinking about it. Posted by: Chablis on June 18, 2006 11:06 AM
Hair too?
Okay, now I'm gonna ralph... (And, Munu seems to be tits up again... I have got to get Paul to move me outta there... *siiigh*) Posted by: Stevie on June 18, 2006 03:55 PM
Hey, Bitch, better than eating a pig's ass! Posted by: TomCat on June 18, 2006 06:09 PM
Yeah, and vegetables are actually grown in DIRT - maybe even some manure or compost. And honey? Bee Barf. All meat is animal muscles - or some variant therof.... Posted by: Jeffro on June 18, 2006 07:05 PM
I''d make 'em shave before eating, really!! Posted by: TC on June 19, 2006 02:49 AM
Got-dam...that's just plain nasty. There are just some things...usually hairy...that you just don't eat...EVER...no mater how drunk your ass is. Ya know? Ugh. Suckin' on toes is one thing...chomping down on a foot...a pickled one at that...with hair.... Gag me with a spoon! Posted by: Dana on June 19, 2006 08:20 AM
I'm thinking TomCat has plenty of experience eating both to have such a strong opinion.
Posted by: Dave S. on June 19, 2006 03:49 PM Then comes this one... horses
After visiting the site I linked in the post below, I started thinking about horses. You might think, since I've always enjoyed the outdoors, done a lot of hiking and camping, love western movies, and ADORE Gunsmoke reruns so much that I bought almost bought a genuine lever-action, gun-that-won-the-west, .30-.30 repeating rifle, that I must like horseback riding, too. You would be sadly mistaken. I HATE horses, those hammer-headed creatures closely akin to jackasses, which is what they act like a lot of the time. There ain't a god-dam thing about horses that I can stand. On my list of animals that I strongly dislike, horses rank just below CATS! That ought to give you an idea of what I think about horses. Oh, I've BEEN horseback riding before... more times than I want to talk about. My first ex-wife once was a rodeo barrel-rider in Texas, and she rode as if she were part of the horse. She looked good doin' it, too--- with her blonde hair streaming out behind her, her big boobs bouncing and a smile on her face as she raced across an open field. She was poetry in motion on a horse. I, on the other hand, was a shitty limerick scrawled on a bathroom wall when I rode. I'm bow-legged, so I really OUGHT to be GOOD at riding a horse. But I ain't. I suck in the saddle. When I lived on the mini-farm, my neighbor Willy had three horses, and he and his wife told me that I could ride anytime I wanted to. I NEVER wanted to. Fuck a horse. They don't like me and I don't like them. I know why wimmen like to ride. They get to feel raw, animal power between their legs and they can rub their clits on leather while the wind blows through their hair. It's damn near a sexual experience for THEM, but bouncing in a saddle made my balls hurt. Plus, the horse I was on always wanted to run by a tree and try to knock me off his back, or go roll over in a pond with me still clinging grimly to the reins. Fuck THAT!!! If I DID live in the wild west 150 years ago, and if I HAD to ride a four-legged critter to travel, I probably would get a good mule, like Ruth, the one Festus Hagan rode. Mules are dumber than a can of dirt, but they still are smarter than horses. Plus, they can eat briars when they're hungry, and GRIN while they do it. Personally, I would much rather ride an Impala--- the kind with a big engine, four wheels and a butt-warmer built into the driver's seat. Maybe a Ford Bronco, if I was desperate. But a real, live horse? No, thank you. I've got a lot of cowboy ways, but riding horses ain't one of them.
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I like horses; if it weren't for horses, a lot of good dogs would go hungry at night... Posted by: BobG on June 18, 2006 09:45 AM
I like horses too - they make my envelopes flaps stick.
But that is the only reason. Only a woman or a eunuch would ever enjoy riding one of them. Endlessly stupid miserable beasts. Posted by: g on June 18, 2006 10:19 AM
well hell. You're right about one thing ...mules are smarter than horses. But you've been around some lousy horses I take it, because speaking for myself, mine loves me. And I'll tell ya what...when you're on a camping trip with a good horse, you get to laugh at the hikers and then cover 10 times the ground. Posted by: marcl on June 18, 2006 10:19 AM
I've owned horses since I was 9 years old.
In alllll that time riding, I have never had an orgasm from it, never rubbed any part of my girlie bits on any leather either. (Can you say "chafing"?) 'Course, I ride correctly, too... equitation-wise. I can't even begin to imagine what kinda leaned-forward, feet-stuck-out-behind-ya, stupid way you'd have to ride to make the proper contact to induce an orgasm. You ride in that contorted manner, you're not going to have any control over the horse, you're not gonna be able to feel what they're planning to do next and... you'd look retarded to boot. See... what horses are are fun ride to a secluded spot with a cowboy and then HE gets to be the orgasm-inducing critter.
Not a saddle, for Pete's sake.... I've heard that "orgasm" hooey my whole life, about riding.
And, I've always wondered about it, too... Then again, with some of the sick beastiality-type shit some people do, I suppose anything is possible. But me?
I'm gonna go with the cowboy ever' time. And, not fer nuttin', but, if you'd ever been taught how to ride correctly by that dopey woman, you'd not have been bouncing, thus slammin' the boys, when you ride. And, a horse knows when you lack confidence and will exploit it most times. So, it's not your fault, nor the horse's. You just need to know how to do it, then you'd probably like it more.... And, I have two sweet, gentle and non-exploitative horses, so git yer ass up here... *grin* I'll learn ya... Aaarggghhh... now I wanna do a post about this subject, but I can't... stupid Munu. I'll just have to be satusfied with saying this (then shuttin' up)... For me, personally, it's not about controlling all the power of a horse, it's about the cooperation and teamwork with all that power.
The best riders, you can't even SEE giving the horse signals or how they get the horse to do the things a GOOD rider can get them to do. If you see some idiot yanking on their mouth, beating them up or acting like a hooligan with the horse, you need to politely walk up and slam-punch them outta the saddle and then take their horse away for good measure. There's a big difference between some hotdog who thinks he's a "cowboy" and has to prove it by "breaking" a horse and trying to wrest control and a HORSEMAN who knows how to really TRAIN a horse and have a partnership with the horse. I'm a horseman who prefers to obtain orgasms from a guy... specifically Eric (again, MY Eric, not SWG, though I have no doubt about SWG's ability to... oh, never mind. Y'all know what I mean...). One last thing, then I really will shut up (and email Pixy again to find out where Munu went this damned time...) Horses are MUCH, MUCH easier to understand than the average woman.
It's not even a contest there.... Posted by: Stevie on June 18, 2006 04:35 PM
Any mode of transport that can, simply for shits and giggles, decide to throw my fat ass to the ground and stomp the everloving shit out of me is one you won't find me riding by choice. I'd rather get me a trained Ox and ride around like "Mongo" from Blazing Saddles
Posted by: Graumagus on June 18, 2006 08:19 PM "I've got a lot of cowboy ways, but riding horses ain't one of them. " Being a "city kid" (from the only town in the county, pop. 800) working on a ranch, I wasn't "born to the deal". Because the rancher liked me, I got to ride an "easy mare" out of the herd of 40. Who were ridden three weeks in the spring for branding, and two weeks in the fall for roundup to send the two year olds for "steak conditioning" at feed-lots. She was pretty "nice". You only had to rope her around the neck to stop her "corral circling" and to saddle her up. The mean ones had to be "front-footed", tossed down on the ground, and blind-folded to saddle. Then, "Maybelle" would let you weight one stirrup before she took off on her "morning run". Quarter-mile out, and back. Foaming mouth and lathered up, that hard-mouthed bitch was sorta manageable. Except, she "ran blind", and would stumble on any little wash, and never saw a barbed wire fence while running. And, if you shifted your weight from one stirrup to the other to help your chapped ass, she would do a crow-hop buck to try and unseat you. And, you had watch her, because she would try and turn her head to bite you. She was the "good one" for the "city kid".
I don't buy into the vacation "hey, let's go horse back riding for fun". Posted by: Dan Pursel on June 18, 2006 09:29 PM
Ha d a girlfriend that loved horses. In fact it was her life. I was dumb enough to help out. After cleaning stalls for up to 20 horses a day and everything that goes along with it, well, let's just say that I can't stand the sight of her or horses now. Posted by: Titan Mk6B on June 19, 2006 09:22 AM Next up, we have... my aching ass!
Here's another example of the complete pussification of America. Bejus! I saw this crap coming a long time ago, when schools first started having black and white valedictorians, male and female valedictorians, dog and cat valedictorians, or whatever else seemed "diverse" at the time. Kinda like creating a different grading scheme, with an "A" being a 5.0 score in "weighted clases" instead of the 4.0 it always had been. That action boosted GPAs in schools everywhere without improving education. I wonder why they did that? The title of valedictorian is a terrific prize, and it becomes meaningless if every great student wins it.
But... but... that's equality, isn't it?
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I agree that 41 valedictorians is excessive. Valedictorian should be the top GPA, period. If there's a tie out to the second decimal place, then declare co-valedictorians but that should result in perhaps three or four at most. However, I'm confused by folks who normally praise working hard and reaching for tough goals turn around and complain about weighted grading systems. Those systems reward the students who put in the extra work and take tougher classes. In case anyone's wondering, yes, this is a personal axe I'm grinding. I graduated HS over 25 years ago from a school with unweighted GPA's and took every science and math related AP course that was offered. I ended up #22 or so out of a class of 1100+, behind more than a few people who skated through taking the bare minimum number and level of courses. Posted by: Grumpy Old Ham on June 18, 2006 10:33 AM
Yeah, Grump, but I imagine that you walked out of HS with an EDUCATION instead of a worthless "prize." What's your point? Posted by: Acidman on June 18, 2006 11:09 AM
I attended a HS graduation of a friend's daughter a few years ago and was poleaxed by the fact first that there were three or four "valedictorians" and that they all ha GPAs over 4.0. It was then explained to me that AP classes graded on 5.0 scale.
Sex with pecans, man. Fucking nuts. A student who wasn't even the best in his AP class could bump his average above 4.0 and get in on the scam. BS. No more 5.0 for AP, nott more than one valedictorian. Period. Posted by: BlogDog on June 18, 2006 07:02 PM
I agree that the weighted GPA scale is bogus. That's like colleges giving 5.0s for calculus while grading algebra on a normal scale. If it doesn't make sense at our highest levels of academia, why bother doing it at the high school level? Leave the 1-5 scale for the final AP test, not the class grade. The weighted grading scale is really nothing more than a cynical stunt by schools who feel they have to cook the numbers to make them look more academically respectable. In the long run, it does the kids no favors either, because they end up with a rude awakening when they go to college and find out they are no longer the smartest person in the room, but one of several intelligent people, and that their "valedictorian" title now means diddly squat. So ultimately, what's the point, other than for schools to pat themselves on the back and "feel good" about themselves? Posted by: Chris on June 19, 2006 05:48 PM You've still got "It's Nobody's Fault", so I'll save the space and skip that one...
Next is this one... yeah, right
Today is Father's Day. My daughter called me last night, but I don't expect to see or hear from my son today. I haven't for quite a while now, so why should Father's Day be any different? That puts me in a foul, Fisking mood, so I'm gonna shoot a fish in a barrel right here. (Be forewarned--- that link features one of the most annoying pop-up ads I've ever seen. It will be a cold day in hell when I EVER buy anything from Walgreen's again.) Asked at an Association of Alternative Newsweeklies convention what his role would be if his wife were elected, the former two-term president said, "I'll do whatever she wants, and I have no idea what that is. I honestly don't know whether she's going to run."
How about keeping your dick in your pants, Mr. ex-President? Huh? Do you think you could manage that much? "The idea of her being polarizing is a lot of baloney," he said, referring to a popular image that also was tagged onto his presidency.
How about keeping you baloney in your pants? Huh? Stop "polarizing" wimmen with your pole. Maybe then I could take your "wife" seriously. He told his left-leaning audience of about 500 journalists to consider opposing views and appreciate the value of working with people who differ with them. He urged them not to turn public figures into "two-dimensional cartoons."
"Left-leaning... journalists?" I thought there was no such thing. Besides, Bush looks like a monkey. He's stupid, too. If you don't believe me, read Molly Ivans or check some leftard blogs. "Two dimensional cartoons" are their life's blood. Consider THAT, you asshole. What concerns him more, he said, is a particular strain of the Republican Party that he said has gotten control in Washington. Reminding his audience that he grew up in the South as a native of Arkansas, Clinton said right-wing ideologues and "ultra-conservative, white Southerners" have "demonized" those who think differently from them.
Their "divisive" approach has made it more difficult to make substantive change, he said.
NO Democrat would EVER "demonize" someone they didn't like, would they? Bush IS a monkey, after all. And Bill Clinton is about as Southern as U.S. Grant or William T. Sherman, in MY humble opinion. Unzipped bastid. Besides, 143 Democrats in Congress voting "NO" on a resolution to fight a war on terror isn't "divisive" at all, is it? "My problem is I don't think this way of doing politics and making policy is good for America," he said. "We've got to find ways to get back to evidence-based politics."
Impressive words from a man who didn't know what the meaning of the word "is" is, when confronted with an "evidence-based" blue dress with HIS cum-stains on it. Whatta maroon! Government has become more secretive while the level of discourse over such issues as gay marriage, immigration, and the war in Iraq has become more heated.
Run that one by me again. YOU ran the "most secretive" administration in history because YOU had the most shit to hide. And Congress seems to have peeled a page from YOUR book by engaging in "discourse" instead of actually doing anything about BIG problems in this country, and gay marriage isn't one of them. He said global interdependence, the Internet, and the proliferation of non-governmental organizations means ordinary citizens feel the effects of and have more impact on developments worldwide.
After the tsunami, for example, Americans donated $1.2 billion for relief efforts, much of that by Internet, he said. And estimates that oil supplies will run dry in 35 to 50 years underscore this interdependence and the need to find other ways besides war to meet the country's needs, he added.
Horse shit. The internet has provided the "ordinary citizen" with better eyes and a louder voice than ever before, and you had better thank your lucky stars that blogs weren't around when YOU were President. You might have been Dan Rathered or Trent Lotted instead of having your nasty ass kissed by the MSM. And what's this crap about "estimates that oil supplies will run dry in 35 to 50 years." You been hanging around Al Gore lately? I read here that "the oil industry each year finds more oil than it produces." One of you is lying. I know that the oil industry is all evil and gouging and making windfall profits by screwing EVERYBODY, because I read it in the New York Times, but based on YOUR track record of telling the truth, and screwing a lot of wimmen, I trust them more than I trust you. "You have to make a world with more partners and fewer terrorists," he said. "And we know how to do that."
Oh, yeah? How? By lobbing a few missles at an aspirin factory the way YOU did? By cutting and running from Iraq, the way a LOT of Democrats want to do? By kissing ass at the corrupt, incompetent UNITED NATIONS, the way YOU like to do? Gimme a break. I wish this horny bastid would shut up and occupy himself with what he's really good at, which is chasing pussy. He had eight years to prove himself as a great leader and all he did was talk pretty, bite his lip and... well... chase pussy. Asshole.
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I don't care about Bill Clinton, but I care about you...Happy Father's Day...
Posted by: Lisa on June 18, 2006 12:27 PM
Thank you, Lisa! Posted by: Acidman on June 18, 2006 12:38 PM
Yeah, Happy Father's Day. Try not to let it get you down if you don't hear from Quint. I'll bet he's thinking about you even if he doesn't call. Posted by: Libby on June 18, 2006 01:48 PM
Happy Father's Day, Sugah. Posted by: LilToni on June 18, 2006 03:34 PM
I hope you have a Happy Father's Day! Posted by: Beth on June 18, 2006 04:01 PM
Happy Father's Day, Rob. I truly wish that someday your ex realizes what a shit she is. Posted by: Chablis on June 18, 2006 07:11 PM
Well said. Clinton....well, he, um......sucks. Happy Father's Day! Posted by: Miss Fire on June 18, 2006 07:45 PM
Happy Father's Day! Posted by: Renee on June 18, 2006 08:49 PM
Oil running out in 50 years....hmmmm.....where did I hear that before? Oh, yeah, it was in a speech on the first "Earth Day" celebration, in 1970, which is 36 years ago by my calendar. Fact is, if we let the oil people explore, they will find more oil, and now that we have the technology to drill for it and suck it up damn near anywhere they can find it, there's no reason to run out in 50 or even 100 years. The oil under the Black Sea and in the oil sands of Canada would last the entire Earth 50 more years, and those are only two places which have yet to be produced to their maximum potentials. The greenies know that, which is why they mouth off with "we're running out" all the while they are trying their best to shut down present production and refuse to allow any new production to be started. If they are successful, we WILL run out of oil, but not because there isn't oil to be taken out of the earth, but instead because they have locked it all up. Man is differentiated from other species by his ability to use tools to solve problems. The tools to use here are rifles, bullets, blindfolds and walls. Or, trees, ropes, horses, if you're into retro methods of persuasion. Posted by: Rivrdog on June 19, 2006 01:06 PM And, next is... dirty work
I just de-spammed and Blacklisted about 60 comments and trackbacks on my blog. Some of them were REALLY disgusting. I've read that a good spammer (if there IS such a thing!), with lots of bots crawling the internet and taking a dump everywhere they go, can make about $300,000 a year doing that crap. That's a lot of money. But I've always said that certain jobs I just could not or would not do, no matter what they paid, and I've stuck to my guns about that all my life. Can you imagine a guy like "Bob" (who is back spamming me again. If you've blogged for very long, you probaby know who "Bob" is, that shameless bastid. I'll bet that he has visited YOUR site a time or two.)... anyway, back to my point... "Bob" comes home, or crawls out of his basement, after a hard day of spamming and tells his wife, "Honey, I worked my ass off today. Damn, but it's a jungle out there." Bejus! His wife oughta pound his head with a cast-iron skillet. The spam I received today was the usual bullshit, consisting of "little boy sex" and "barnyard sex" and "black lesbian sex" and "pregnant woman sex" and "big-dick homo sex" and "discount Viagra," which a man might need for successful masturbation after looking at all that pornographic crap. That list doesn't include all the on-line casino betting spam and whatever the hell "hootie" is. I could ride a garbage truck and empty trash cans all day. I could clean bathrooms in a hotel or cut grass along a highway. I could mop floors at night. That's all honest work, even if it IS nasty. But SPAMMING??? No, I don't think so. Not much in this world is beneath MY dignity, but spamming is. I don't care how much money a person can make doing it. That's being WORSE than a whore.
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You been married a couple of times, been with a couple of "sportin' women". Who treated you better? Posted by: ck on June 18, 2006 12:44 PM
At least a whore works for their living. Posted by: Wichi Dude on June 18, 2006 01:56 PM
I think it's the sneak factor of spamming and in-through-an-uninvited-door way that they do things. At work, I've often said that I can take the outright BAD kids who would tell you to Go F--- yourselves better than the sneaky ones anyday. At least they're up front about it. Posted by: Lisa on June 18, 2006 03:00 PM
Doesn't MT have a competent spam filter? I use Spam Karma on my wordpress site and it works like friggin magic. I don't have to do a damn thing to keep spam away. Posted by: Chablis on June 18, 2006 07:07 PM
In large measure it has to do with the traffic one receives and the number of links one has. The spammers don't bother much with low traffic sites, wordpress notwithstanding. Posted by: Desert Cat on June 19, 2006 11:20 AM
I have but a slim fraction of the traffic of Gutrumbles and awhile ago I was getting slammed with comment spam to the tune of thousands in a week. I started using captchas and the spam is down to two or three per year. Captchas, the way to go. Posted by: Daniel Medley on June 19, 2006 01:48 PM And then... attack of the killer toads!!!
Holey moley! This sounds like something from a grade-B science fiction movie. I would like to visit Australia some day, but I don't wanna die an ignominious death from cane toad poisoning. Hell, I would rather be eaten by a great white shark than have a got-dam toad lay me low. That's gotta be an awful way to die. Cane toads have poisonous sacs on the back of their heads full of a venom so powerful it can kill crocodiles, snakes or other predators in minutes.
MILLIONS of those critters are on the march in Australia now. That's just bizarre.
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the road to hell ... Posted by: maxnnr on June 18, 2006 07:52 PM
some years back they has the same problem with rabbits...no natural enemies and rabbits breed like illegal aliens and, well... Posted by: GUYK on June 18, 2006 08:46 PM
... and that's just the thing... beasts are just fucking sneaky... you never know which one is gonna lay the smackdown on you.... Posted by: Eric on June 18, 2006 10:05 PM
That's what comes of pseudo-environmentalists dicking around with the natural order of things... they brought the durn toads in to control some other pest, but nobody thought it through, y'know... It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature... [crash of thunder] Posted by: GradualDazzle on June 18, 2006 10:18 PM
We got 'em here, too. We call them "marine toads" and "bufo toads." They're famous for eating dog food out of outdoor dishes. And stoners lick them to get high. I'll send you one, and you can fry it. Posted by: Steve H. on June 18, 2006 11:29 PM
Very bizarre indeed. Ironically, they look like those jacked up little frog-dragon thingys I had to kill while playing Nintendo years ago. On the game, they spit fire and jumped around. I guess that concept isn't so far-fetched, after all!! Posted by: Dana on June 19, 2006 08:12 AM
I can see the headstone now: Acidman - he didn't crash but he was toad away.... Posted by: BlogDog on June 19, 2006 11:05 AM Next... here's proof
I've said before that Florida has the worst drivers of any state I've ever visited. But I didn't know that they were this bad. Kinda gives the term "bed-ridden" a whole new meaning...
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That's just messed up. Poor bastard. I hope they fry her... Posted by: Lisa W. on June 18, 2006 08:19 PM
dude, judging from your posts, you're going to love this site:
http://crimeincharlotte.blogspot.com/ Posted by: anon on June 18, 2006 09:01 PM
Florida has the worst drivers, bar none. And I live here! Posted by: Curtis on June 18, 2006 10:47 PM
Ummm, Rob...
I just checked out that site and...
out of 29 photos posted there, only 9 are of people of a different ethnicity than the one you got vilified for discussing.
And, of those nine, one is a shot of a news story and the other is a video. Maybe the next time dillholes give you shit for your "racism", you oughta send THEM on over there, THEN see what mealy-mouthed horseshit excuses they can come up with. (Like that dickbag from the other day, fer instance?) When>/i> will people discern the difference between being a "racist" and a "realist"? (Yeah.
I know.
Probably never.) Posted by: Stevie on June 18, 2006 11:16 PM
Man, I get more like you every day.
Just farked up my italics tag... like blog-father like daughter... *grin* Posted by: Stevie on June 18, 2006 11:18 PM
"Beverly Grimditch"? "Grimditch?!" Man, if I wrote a novel and named a character that, I hope my editor would throw me out on my ear. Posted by: refugee on June 19, 2006 03:18 AM
Try Texas, those people can't drive either. Posted by: Catfish on June 19, 2006 06:53 AM
Actually Florida ranks among the best drivers in the nation! You have to be a good driver to manage to stay alive with all the nuts on the highway. Posted by: GUYK on June 19, 2006 07:50 AM
Guy,
While I know you're right, I just CAN'T believe it!! The roads here are just plum crazy...my husband and I were both in accidents three weeks apart not too long ago...I got a speeding ticket trying to avoid a semi side-swiping me! They might have "safe" drivers, but they're friggin crazy!! Posted by: Dana on June 19, 2006 08:09 AM
Yeah, ya wanna know why the "ditch" is "grim"?
Because she's about to be IN IT.
Stupid cunt.... Posted by: Stevie on June 19, 2006 11:45 AM
She probably skidded on an enormous cane toad while swerving to avoid an alligator. Posted by: Steve H. on June 19, 2006 12:17 PM
I live in Tampa, so I can confirm that Florida DOES have the drivers anywhere. It's because they are all from places like Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, etc. And a lot of them are too freakin' old to be behind the wheel. Why, today I saw a Kindercare (that's a local daycare) van pulling out of a drive-through adult beverage barn. So help me God, I am not making this up.
Posted by: Miss Fire on June 19, 2006 03:30 PM
Obviously none of you have been to Massachusetts. You're taking your life into your own hands driving among those damn maniacs. Posted by: Chablis on June 19, 2006 04:29 PM Next is... June 19, 2006
what planet are you from?
Most of the crap I get thrown at me by people who strongly disagree with what I say on this blog can be lumped into three categories. #1-- (and one of the BEST, as far as I'm concerned, because it proves EXACTLY what I find wrong with this country today): I AM A VIRULENT RACIST!!! Call me that. Whatever blows your dress up. That card is played so often today that it's worn out its usefulness, except for guilt-inducing purposes. But it still trumps the logic card, despite the fact that RACISM is a piss-poor excuse for why a lot of black Americans live the way they do. Adolf Hitler WAS a racist. He was kinda serious about practicing his beliefs, too. I mean, 6 million dead Jews... But that fact doesn't matter anymore. Using the forbidden N-word is the same thing as being Adolph Hitler to a lot of people today. They're outta their fucking minds, but intelligence is NOT a prerequisite for having strong opinions about issues you don't understand anymore. It's the sanctimony of your BITCH that counts, your feeeeelings that matter. The BEST thing about the racism card is that it excuses people for living self-destructive lives. The "racism" accusation makes personal fuckups somebody else's fault. And THAT mindset is the key to great success, both financial and intellectual. Just look at how well it has served black people over the past 40 years. I hang my head in shame. I am wrong. The RACE-PLAYERS are right. If only I would give up my hateful beliefs in such odd-ball thinking as personal responsibility and hard work, I might become as enlightened as... maybe... Jesse Jackson. #2--- I hate wimmen. I am a male chauvinist asshole. Well... I can't argue with the truth there. But if you can possibly find the love and compassion in your enlightened and politically-correct mind to excuse me, I beg to say that wimmen have NOT been good to me in the past. One burned down my home, took all my belongings, half of my 401-K savings and then went to jail for arson while I ate all the expenses. My second wife fucked around on me with another man, took a BUNCH MORE than the first wife ever did, hauled me to court six times so far, took even MORE from me with every visit to court, (stuck ME with the costs for every court-rape SHE performed on me) made certain that I could not see my son, gets paid child support every month and STILL isn't finished fucking with me. Am I bitter about that shit? Oh, hell no. I'm a got-dam feminist now. #3--- Learn that we live in a "free" country!!! As long as you stand in line, do what you're told, accept the politically-correct lies you're fed and DO NOT rock the boat. SHUT UP and enjoy your "freedom." And if you will NOT shut up, compassionate people will ban you from their blogs, write terribly insulting shit about you and call you all kinds of awful names, because they have big hearts and open minds. I'm ALL WRONG when I believe that they are sanctimonious fucktards. When the IRS comes after you, shut up and GIVE 'em the money, because you owe that as the price of freedom. If you DO NOT pay, the IRS will take everything you have and lock you in jail for many years just to PROVE how got-dam "free" you are. But I probably deserve that kind of treatment, for being a racist and for hating wimmen. What really entertains ME is seeing people such as John Hawkins and Michele Catalano get their bowels in an uproar over the antics of Jerry Falwell or Pat Robertson (or even Hillary Clinton and ME) for being insanely judgmental, while they do the exact same thing themselves, but call themselves righteous crusaders against evil rather than pinheaded, narrow-minded, evil jerks. Whatever. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the less YOU have to think about it YOURSELF, the better off you are. Listen to the "experts." I don't and I never will. Fuck people like that. Join the politically-correct sheeple. De-link me NOW, while you have the chance to do the... right thing.
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BAHAHAHAHAHAHA DELINK! BAHAHAHA You will probably get a half dozen left wing PC dumbasses giving a trackback to you to prove that they are right and you are a racist woman hating ..what was the other..oh yeah, non freedom type or whatever. Gotdam man, we just need to go fishin' and bust some caps at some gaters and turtles and shit.
Posted by: GUYK on June 19, 2006 03:25 PM
Great rant. Sing it brother! Posted by: joe on June 19, 2006 03:33 PM
Delink YOU? I don't rightly fucking think so. I'm one of your mindless minions ;-) Posted by: Chablis on June 19, 2006 04:27 PM
I've had you on the roll since day 1. Long ago I considering asking you to be my blogdaddy, but being a WOMAN from NORTH of the Mason-Dixon line, I decided against it. Posted by: Freddie on June 19, 2006 04:51 PM Then is... chokeathon
Did anybody besides me watch the US Open Golf Championship yesterday? Did anybody besides ME think that Phil Mickelson needs to be dragged off and shot? I've seen such crap happen before in my life, and I've even been guilty of it myself a few times--- just not at the US Open level. Sometimes, in the clutch (or "when the cheese gets binding," as my Mama always said), good players lose their fricking minds and do stupid things. That championship was Michelson's to win, and he blew it by choking on a big dumpling stuck in his neck. I've BEEN in similar situations myself on a golf course--- maybe not playing for the US Open, but playing for a LOT of MONEY, and once for Medalist honors in the company golf tournament, and I usually overcame the adrenalin rush and the knee-shaking fear to play smart, rather than doing something incredibly stupid when everything was on the line. You non-golfers can ignore this post, but anybody who has EVER been in a stressful situation should read it and learn something that I simply cannot believe Phil Micholson doesn't already know. The guy needed to make par on the 18th hole to win the title outright. A bogey puts him into a playoff the next day against a nobody that Phil should beat 9 times out of 10. And we ARE talking about THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP OF GOLF here. Phil doesn't NEED a got-dam birdie to win. He's been hitting his driver all over the place all day long. He needs to put his tee shot in the fairway. What does HE do on the 18th tee? He pulls out his driver. He gives it a mighty whack and bounces it off the fricking scorer's tent, so far left that he was lucky that he didn't end up on another golf course in a different county. Or maybe even a different STATE. From there, he proceeded to attempt a miracle shot, which he didn't NEED to do, and he bounced that one off a tree and ended up twenty yards ahead of where he was before he tried his miracle, and he's even more fucked then than he was at first. Bejus! I couldn't believe it. To make a long story short, Phil took a fat, double-bogey "6" on the hole and blew the got-dam US Open. With his length off the tee and his chipping ability, Phil probably could have hit seven-iron, seven-iron, sand wedge to the green and been putting for the victory. If he MISSED that putt, the worst that could happen was a playoff and a chance to win it all the next day against a guy he should crush unless God is just really angry. But that ain't what he did. He screwed the pooch. What in the hell was he thinking???
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All that I know about golf, except for whacking the shit outta golf balls in the backyard when I was a kid with my Dad's clubs, is what I learned from Tincup. I now know what "in your pocket" means, I know what a "mulligan" is and I also know that those pants Kevin wears during the Open (or, more to the point- what you can so easily see IN them) is the best thing about golf that I know of.
(Is he even wearing underwear? Sure doesn't seem like it, but if he is... with that much "action"... oh holy shee-IT, man... *fanning self rapidly*) Posted by: Stevie on June 19, 2006 05:17 PM
It was painful to watch. Posted by: rightisright on June 19, 2006 05:23 PM
Golf is painful to watch. Posted by: Cappy on June 19, 2006 05:42 PM
"What in the hell was he thinking??? " He was thinking about all that damn money he was gonna win, thats what he was a thinkin' The big surprise to me was that Woods didn't even make the cut. Posted by: GUYK on June 19, 2006 06:28 PM
I blame "Bones" MacKay for most of that. Lefty hit only two fairways all day. When they got to 18 and he asked for his driver "Bones" should have pulled it out of the bag and broke it over his knee. Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on June 19, 2006 08:09 PM Next up... evil me
I gave my next-door neighbors a bunch of tomatoes today. I have more than I can use myself. I've already frozen a big bag of 'em to use in spagetti sauce or beef stew later and I still have more to pick from the garden before they're all gone. My neighbors have been watching me and yelling "gimme some when they're ripe!" since I started that garden, so I rewarded them today. They were impressed and most grateful. I DID NOT give them any of the sexually-explicit mutant tomatoes that I picked for a while during the last full moon, but I did take a few over to their house to show THEM 'maters off. Ronald said, "MY GAWD, Rob! Those are... obscene!" His wife asked, "Hmmm... Rob, what have you been feeding them? I might want to put some of THAT in Ronald's coffee in the morning." She laughed. Ronald said that if things ever got really bad on the romance front, he might ask for it himself. They thanked me for the tomatoes and said that they would LOVE some okra if I wanted to give that away, too. I told them that my okra looked like Fido's ass and I didn't know if it was gonna make or not. I confessed that I haven't tended that garden the way I should have. Ronald offered me a beer (an ICEHOUSE---UGGH!!!) which I politely refused, and they allowed forced me to hold that cryin' baby of theirs again, which I did--- even though I don't think it likes me very much. I ain't NEVER been good with babies. Anyway, I visited for a while and told them that I might be bringing them some corn soon, and maybe some okra, too, if a miracle occurred. I also asked Ronald when that son of his was going to buy my basketball goal that he covets so much. Ron said, "I think he's hoping that you'll GIVE IT to him, but I'm not allowing him to do that. That boy is tight with a dollar. You've just gotta stop letting him come over to your house and use it whenever he wants to." Mama spoke up. "That's right. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" I went back home thinking, "Them's good people." They are, too. They happen to be black folks, and I will NEVER understand why they tolerate a racist bastard like me.
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Because you told the story, they are black, not niggers. Posted by: Catfish on June 19, 2006 08:40 PM Then... (See next post...)
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