July 4th and a slight chance of patriotism

I would rather see rain this morning than fireworks tonight
I would rather that we take all of the republicans and democrats that annoy us and put them in a last man standing cage fight knowing it will come down to Ann Coulter vs. Stephen Colbert (he would be there) in sudden death overtime. The fight would be epic. But Stephen would win win Ann would fall on her own words thus impaling her smarmy-ness instead of facing the razor sharp veracity of Stephen's wry mockery.

Ahh Cage matches and gladiatorial fist fights.....
the good old days....which never actually existed but make for great movies.


So here we are on the 4th of July. at 8:46 am avoiding the 1.5 30 minute mile walk by blogging about something (No Jerry it will be something when I get back) but now I will go a make my fat cry as my Niece Karen likes to say and think deep thoughts.

until later.

This is Mike according to Mike.

TGIF

Thank George It's French tonight and not English. I get so tired of English night after night.
Here I sit waiting for the Just for Men beard Dye to dry. Yes I have gray in my beard and no I don't want to look like I am 50 (yet). When I get ruggedly handsome like Sean Fricking Connery then I will deprive the JFM brand of my patronage.

Well, the dye has dried, I am off to shower and shave and look more like JLD instead!

Can we define anything by definition?

 Most words by definition show that the originator or at least the commonplace user of such devices shows a distinct lack of imagination, understanding or sympathy to those who defy east definitions


‎"I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is; I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat." ~ Rebecca West, 




So here we are at the hump of the week (by some definition anyway) looking back at the roads that got us here, while trying to decide where we should go from here. Will be struggle with our pasts, make decisions like Robert Frost or cut a new path altogether like Siesta Neuve'?

"Hello, is this the SAP?" (South African Police)

"e-yes. What you want?"

"I'm calling to report my neighbor, Fanie van der Merwe! He is hiding dagga (marijuana) inside his firewood."

"e-yes ... Thank you for your co-opershun and informashun in combatting crime and violence, in our society ser."

The next day, the SAP descended on Fanie's house. They search the braai lapa (BBQ area) where the firewood is kept.

Using axes, they chop open every piece of wood, but find no dagga. They shout and swear at Fanie and leave.

"Hey, Fanie! Did the SAP come?"

"Ja"

"Did they chop your firewood?"

"....Ja....."

"Happy Birthday Boet!"

 US Cops on Segues- lean forward and watch the face

 SA Cops looking official -except for the super model Right- he's Voguing

This guy could be any heavily armed cop anywhere...well almost anywhere. Probably no Botswana or Rhode Island

 This would be the raiding party at the Bri

 Anyone who shots shotguns like this needs to join the British police force

I had to add this joke since My friend Mixael posted it to the Social networking site.

Sometimes one can get many things. Wouldn't work here. The US Cops would insist on smoking some of the wood to be sure then confiscate the BBQ (Bri) to make sure it was "being used in illicit activities.




And don't talk about the Brits!

Okay, so I digressed off subject...again.

Maybe you should define it!

Sunday Punning and other things

I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.

Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.

Velcro - what a rip off!

Cartoonist found dead in home. Details are sketchy.

Venison for dinner? Oh deer!

Earthquake in Washington obviously government's fault.

Well, My hat is off to B.C. and BVV for sharing and daring.

Today is hardly an exception

Worked hard to find reasons not to despise my relations. There are times when I wonder why we had to be related since they seldom work at all to hide their general contempt for me.

I find it amazing that life continues to take strange and often unpredictable terms as I go from point to point seeing life's uncertainties develop into definitives that often defy description.


How can I be the person who once went out of his way to shock and annoy people to someone who no longer desires the same and yet by trying to be as honest with myself as with others I remain shocking and annoying....apparently.

No matter how much something changes it often stays the same. but seldom gets better. The only thing that ages well is wine and some cheese.

and vinegar if you can for such a thing

Some things are worth working toward and gaining as much as somethings are worth running away from and losing. Nice Weights by the way. :)

I tried to catch some fog. I mist.

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool .

I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.


and with that I bow out, stage left...

I am a bad boy,, cause I don't even miss her

It was almost like a song.
youtube video
Did you know that was my favorite song in the 70's. Mostly because I could barely play it on the piano and mostly sing it as well.
Except someone didn't come  along unless it was this girl in Middle School and I missed it. Such would be the irony in my life. Or that girl (whose name was  something like Kathy Smith) in High School the one year I was at AISJ in SA who  seemed interested in everything  I  had to say- we ate our lunch together several times though in my memory it seems like forever.
I was blind to what you should see, what you only see as an adult,, that a child will never see- until its too late to  go back to that moment and say: Hey! Did you happen  to see the most beautiful girl in the world?
The most beautiful girl
But is it not about me that I write this morning.
I mean i don't regret much in my  life since i have found purpose and peace. I found my music, my writing. I know i am good at it. I have words to write and stories to tell. They make me feel good.
It would be a great blessing to share them with someone. Not all blessings are to be otherwise I guess they wouldn't be blessings.
I don't mind being alone.
Only on Mondays and Wednesdays and at night alone in my bed before I put on the CPAP Mask- because that's not romantic

So where was I?

Oh right. It was almost like a song,  though in this case is was more like a Monty Python Sketch.

I mean, how often does Mr. Bean complain about being alone?

Mr. Bean Romantic

Well there you have it and not much else.

That's it. 

Now go away!

No more, no more of the Blaming Game

A few things to note. Poverty in America is largely masked by reckless spending. So I would clarify what i meant by poverty. Also, the definitions of poverty in America diverge widely between expected income brackets, economic levels indicative to where and how you live. Among other things. Which is to say that being poor in Alaska is not the same as being poor in Tennessee or South Carolina. What makes the U.S. such a problem to classify is how widely incomes and lack thereof vary from state to state.
 We have all lived to see a major loss of income. I see the fault as that of trying to lay this at one president or another's feet. With 4 to 8 year terms, few presidents have managed to do much more than increase the speed or decrease the speed of American Decline since the 1960's when (as far as I can tell) it began. That seems to be when words like Crises came to be used by the media (which ironically becomes the eyes, ears and voice of America) began to surface. Debt becomes a more commonly known word. The fault (if there is just one) is in trying to sum it up with one term or blanket explanation. I am reminded of Act II of Into the Woods,, when the characters all start pointing fingers and singing "It's your fault." The wise man or woman would step back and say it doesn't matter whose fault it is, the problem(s) exist, what can we do to fix it?
Obama is no worse a President than any of the others. All of them are trapped by the monster of decline in a world where consumption is quickly overcoming everything including the ability to produce enough to stem the tide. Huxley's Brave New World comes to mind at this point.
America largely has stopped producing anything as changes in the labor force has grown and people's needs/desires/wants have evolved into other expectations. Some people argue that America can no longer produce anything, but I say it's a nice lie. We could produce everything we need and maybe some of what we want but sacrifices would have to be made- most of which few Americans seem (appear) to be willing to make. Like spending more money for local goods (yes Walmart could be considered a bane against this type of Industry. But it was the American who sought the cheap over the other that drove the Monster called Walmart all over this country. (Walmart is not the only corporation that is killing any chance of recovery- just the most prevalent one in my area (TN). 
Do you realize that most of our esteemed technology production is largely produced in 2 cities and located on average of 19 city blocks? Or that most of the hard drives in our computers originate out of a handful of factories in Thailand? No, all we are consumed with is getting a better Iphone or Mac or PC.
I'd say more but I realize I am barking mad anyway. Blame Obama if you want, blame Bush, Blame Thomas Jefferson or Lenin or George Washington. Blame Elvis while you are at it. WE Americans are very good at pointing fingers. Taxes and taxing will not solve ANYTHING. Cutting spending can, but almost all the cuts proposed are utterly futile and ridiculous that they are laughable against where 90% of the money is going. Eisenhower had it right. We should have listened to him. We shouldn't have listened to MacArthur, we should have down what Patton wanted and Maybe we should have studied our "Forefathers/founding fathers" better and paid more attention to what they actually said and did. You want to save America? Start with yourself and work from there.


What is all this about?


It's me trying (and  failing to  be reasonable on Facebook) 
We are what we are. 
largely Undeserving of  what our ancestors  and grandparents thought to be giving us.





A couple of interesting things doth follow thus:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052702303734204577464883344765926.html

And that is what I am going on about today, anyway.

tilting with Windmills and going to the Dentist

Some things are unavoidable.
Taxes must be paid but if you are crazy you can avoid them. Dentists must clean your teeth but you can sacrifice the ivory and enamel if you want the inevitable agony of decay and gum disease.

I hate going to the Dentist.
I have a great dentist, he's gentle, exacting, most likely the best at what he does. But he can come across as smug and smarmy to where I dread even a quip coming out of his perfect dental mouth.

So I live in dread of Dental cleanings and often brush and floss myself into oblivion dreaming/hoping/praying for an amazingly brief cleaning and silence from my Dentist.

Would I be so lucky? No, it boils down to a lot of plaque and tartar scraping, what seems like hours spent with my mouth open while he sits there and casually impales my gums with his tools and tisks away in his quiet I know better than you do voice.

what they want you to think of the as.....great conversationalistshow they think of themselves, yes mine has more hair and rides a motorcylce

my reaction to the dentist

motorcylce meets dentist meets little dentist's office of horrors

the I am so screwed moment

when my dentist says- "oh look pink swollen gums- oh my"

get me the drill, Darcy!

Hold still this won't hurt much

see did that not work out great?

and that life according to dental flossing, tax paying Mike!