They are always watching.....they are everywhere

 Everywhere I go the Karens and the informers are out trying to inform on us. To make us comply. To take away our basic human right to enjoy our lives.

Last week we had to get our car inspected. That is always an anxiety creating event as it is an old car and there are always something wrong with it that needs to be fixed. The joint we bring it to is about two miles from the house. There is only one silver lining. The coffee shop across the street.

This joint is tiny but was always packed It had three rows of tables in the small space where you basicly forced to share your lunch with someone else. It is always full of working men who come in from the garages or other businesses in the surrounding couple of blocks. 

With the new bullshit they only have three tables and four stools. We lucked out because it was between breakfast and lunch. As I sat down to enjoy my first cup of coffee....I looked over my shoulder...and saw Fredo in the Window.

I got a treat. My diet is very limited but the Boss let me have a Pastrami sandwich and fries. It was heaven.

Of course with any sin there is penance required. The Boss made me walk home to walk off the salt and nitrates. I thought I was gonna die. Luckily the chiropractor was on the way and I persuaded her to go in and get cracked so I had a short respite. Funny enough the guy knew the diner and wanted to meet us there for breakfast the next day when we picked up our car. Luckily it was ready that afternoon and we picked it up.

But we took a fucking Uber. No pastrami was involved.

Why do they have to put politics into everything?

 Politics has permeated every aspect of our lives. You can't even take the sun without some communist trying to tell you to stop and wear a mask.

What happened to America?

Whatever do you mean Miss Moneypenny?

 

"Take it out James."
"What do you mean Moneypenny?"
"Take it out and put it in my hand. I will show you what I can do with it."
"Why would I do that?"
"Well during the war I learned a lot of things."
"I bet you did."
"Yes quite. It was a hand to mouth existence. So to speak."
"I like how you think Moneypenny."

Egad's you're back Moneypenny!

 

"Why once again you're back Moneypenny! After such a long absence. And I am glad to see it!"
"Yes I imagine you are Commander Bond. But there is one thing that you would like even more."
"And what would that be my dear?"
"Why my front of course!"
"Indeed Miss Moneypenny, indeed."

Et tu Mitch

You can never trust a Senator.

I just wish that the God Emperor had pardoned himself, his family and his closet aides. The enemy will take no prisoners. Once again he made a mistake listening to his advisors. 

Farewell my soldiers....France has fallen

Let's hope that our leaders return will be much more successful.

I suspect that it will.

WKRLEM: The Natural

In this scene from the film Roy Hobbs strikes out the Whammer who is an obvious stand in for the Babe. There are many legends of the Babe being struck out by this guy or that guy when he barnstormed across America to make money between baseball seasons. They are all bullshit. Don't get me wrong. They might have struck out the Babe buy he might have been drunk or hung over or his penis might have been burning because of his ninety seventh case of the clap that year. So they might have got him here or there but there is one thing that you can't ever forget.

There was only one Babe.

The story of the Natural was based on an actual case of the Eddie Waitkus who was shot by a deranged female fan on June 14, 1949. She lured him up to her hotel room by leaving a note pretending to be a high school girlfriend. He survived and played again for the Phillies and Orioles but he never was what he once was before he got shot. He later died of throat cancer from all the cigarettes he had smoked.

Bernard Malamud stole his life for the story behind the Natural. He never got a dime for it.

The Babe Abides

 "Hiya Keed. You got a good grip on the ball there. There is nothing I like more than a woman that likes to play with balls."

"Oh Mr. Ruth I am not that kind of girl."

"Common Keed. You are all the kind of girl. After you finish filming why don't you come up to my room. I will order a couple of dozen hot dogs and a gallon of gin and we can see what you can do with two balls instead of one. You look like a Natural."

On Real Beyond Imagination & Fifteen Shoes that Fit

Did you see this posted at Insty two days ago?   It was presented with this intro: 

JUST A LITTLE TOO MUCH ON THE NOSE TO BE FUNNY. Seen around the internet – it’s real, from a workplace mental health organization. I checked, because it was so on the nose that I thought it might be a clever fake. Save it before it’s inevitably purged, or definitions conveniently change.

On the nose indeed.  I received it as an explanation for the tiredness and overwhelm I've been feeling recently along with the growing sense of resolve that's been forming.  I grew up in this.  And I survived it, living long enough to figure out the game and find my way through and out.  With help I was able to enter into healthier ways of relating, and am now able to support and encourage others in their efforts to do the same.  

This is where we are at.   Or at least where I am, recalling what was, seeing what is, and committing once again to doing what's needed to come out on the other side, one more time.  I wish us all well on our journey through whatever lies ahead.

Whose that girl

We haven't heard from her for a while but for a while there she was America's sweetheart. Or at least the conservative worlds sweetheart.

She spent her college days eating rice but she didn't want see commies even if they were at her front door. Unfortunately she went full retard and it drove some homosexuals mad. 

Still she might be in line for a comeback.

Whose that girl
 

Small Businesses that didn't quite cut it

 

In 1947 traveling ice cream machine salesman came up with an idea. A coffee pot that could severve multiple cups at a time. He tried to market it but the American Diner owner was too conservative. He sold his pattern to some guy in Seattle who wanted to open a shop selling burned coffee, shitty muffins and Josh Groban CD's/.

This is the second big investment that old Tom lost out on. His fellow traveling salesman Ray Kroc tried to get him to invest in this little corporation called McDonalds.

He decided to stick with ice cream.

Trooper York's Word of the Day: Schroder's Cat

Schrö·ding·er's cat

/SHrōdiNGərz ˈkat,SHrā-/

noun

PHYSICS

1. a cat imagined as being enclosed in a box with a radioactive source and a poison that will be released when the source (unpredictably) emits radiation, the cat being considered (according to quantum mechanics) to be simultaneously both dead and alive until the box is opened and the cat observed.

   "the talk promises to demystify all the secrets of quantum physics, including Schrödinger's cat, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, and parallel universe

Schroder's cat

Ann Romano's pussy

Let's all get in the car.....

We can get away.

The match is lit. The gasoline is around the bed.

It's gonna happen.

Look at what you made me do.......

When I was a kid most of us lived in apartments. You rented or you lived in grandma's house. We were just squeaking by on my Dad's paycheck. So we had to shut up and not make any noise and not get the landlord mad. You see we were paying $25 a month and we couldn't get tossed out. We might end up paying $50 a month or some shit like that there..

So I had to sit on my bed and not make any noise. No friends could come over. No loud TV or music. No loud arguments or running around the house. Sal the Plumber was a well know hot head and asshole. He was just looking for an excuse to bounce us.

It wasn't all bad. I started to read a lot. So much so that my parents got worried. I made my model planes and cars. Collected comic books and baseball cards. I was out all day with my friends on the streets were I learned a bunch about what life is all about.

But the anxiety and fear marked me. As it marks all of us. 

Now the government and big tech is acting like Sal the Plumber. They are evicting us. Throwing us off Twitter and Facebook and Instagram. Impeaching our President. Again.  They keep beating on us. Telling us it is all our fault.

Don't they know how this is going to turn out.

Haven't they ever seen a Farrah Fawcett movie?