They Gave Him Everything

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A Reason to Defer Sainthood

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I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard him say it. I stayed up late and listened to the whole blooming speech a second time to make sure I got it right. Today, I read the transcript and convinced myself that I heard him say it correctly. President Obama proposes to go on a mad shopping spree to save us from ourselves and it won’t cost us a single dime. HOW? Some one clue me in.

My only answer is he will tax the living bejesus out of the entire population including those who don’t have any income to tax.

Four years ago he went on TV to tell us about his Trillion Dollar Stimulus which was going to fuel the shovel ready infrastructure projects the country so sorely needs. Falling bridges, crumbling roads, you know all the stuff we use everyday. To my knowledge he squandered a trillion dollars and not a single bridge got built.More Kool-aid folks, that is what it is. If he can produce all he talked about without it costing a single dime, I’ll personally nominate him for Sainthood. OOPs I’ll have to wait for the election of a new pope before I can  consider that one.

 

And That’s When The Fight Started.

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English: Thamnophis sirtalis sirtalis (Eastern Garter Snake) in Spangler Park, Wooster, Ohio. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You tell me if this is a true story or a fairy tale. What ever it is a very creative attempt to make me laugh out loud. Oh, I forgot, LOL. Thanks Joyce and Frank for sending a cool story.

All Snakes Are Bad Snakes

Garden Grass Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamn ophis sirta lis) can be dangerous. Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here’s why.

A couple in Penn Valley, California , had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.

It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants.  When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.  She let out a very loud scream.

The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.  He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it.

About that time the family dog came and cold- nosed him on the behind.
He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor .

His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still and called an ambulance.

The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.

About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher.  That’s when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.

The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake.  He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch.  Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.

But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out , tried to use CPR to revive her.

The neighbor’s wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband’s mouth on the woman’s mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods , knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man’s throat.By now, the police had arrived.

Breathe here. …..

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little green snake .The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife.Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table .The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.

The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.

Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department .

The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power , and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area but they did get the house fire out.

Time passed!

Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world .

A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night . The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.

And that’s when the fight started.

America Awakening

This video speaks for itself. The people of Virginia should be proud of the stand they take on President-0’s plan to take down America.

I Need a Drink

Frankfort Tavern, aka “Gracie’s”

When I was a kid back in the nineteen fifties Mom often sent me to look for Dad. It was always on a Sunday afternoon. I knew exactly where to look for him. At the end of our block just a half-dozen houses away from home was a tavern. Dad enjoyed nursing a nickel draft while watching his White Sox play ball. Taverns were a big part of neighborhood life. In my book, Jun-e-or, Reflections of Life in the Nineteen Forties and Fifties I tell a few stories about taverns.

As I grew older, I began to notice that there were taverns in every town we traveled through. My Grandfather spent a lot of  time in a small country store tavern in Michigan. Taverns were places where people went to meet other people. The need for social contact is strong especially when you work in a field by yourself and never see a soul. In my Dad’s case his need to watch a baseball game drove him to seek out a TV. In that era, taverns were ground breakers and used a TV set to draw customers. It worked.

The other day, as I walked through Frankfort, I recalled those early days. I wondered what life was like in this tiny country town of German immigrants. How many taverns did they have? For certain, there was one. It is still in business and doing well. Currently called the Frankfort Tavern, it went by the name of Gracie’s for decades. Why? Because a woman named Gracie owned and operated the place. On the same street, there are three more taverns. All three are inside a place of business. The second oldest is the Frankfort Bowl. No self-respecting bowling alley would be without a bar. The other two are in modern restaurants.

Frankfort Bowl

The number of bars grows as one leaves the historic district. Three blocks North is the Stray Bar. It is only three years old. The adventurous owner started his business just as the bottom fell out of the economy. The bar is doing well, and is my favorite. Next door to the Stray is another restaurant bar. After that the closest is a mile away in either East, West, and Northerly directions.

When I moved to Frankfort, the population was about three thousand souls and the few bars in the historical district served our needs. Today, we are sixteen thousand strong and we need more bars to soothe our stressed souls.

Smokey Barq, aka Kansas Street Grill, aka Tavern on the Green

 

Francesca’s Fortunato, aka Bier Stube

A Message Too Simple for a Progressive to Understand

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Lougher The errant leader of the sheep finds the correct field at last. Why can't they understand a simple instruction? Cah! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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