According to Obama, 90% of the deficit is not his fault.
Photo above is my Great Great Grandfather, Civil War Veteran, Company C, First Kentucky Cavalry, U.S.
Mom and Dad had antecedents on both sides of that bloody conflict. Counties were split, towns were split, and families were split. It was never as simple as being the north versus the south.
The Preacherman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a gun and learn how to shoot." The Gunman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a Bible and learn how to pray."
TRIGGER WARNING: Guns have triggers.
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Saturday, September 29, 2012
There is a gang in St. Louis with the moniker “The Obama Boyz.”
Thursday, September 27, 2012
From pretrial to post-trial, in the courtroom and in public, his attorneys seemed hell bent on proving beyond any reasonable doubt that they are all crazier than he allegedly is.
My guess is that law schools will forever use this case as a behavior guide.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I swear that it is really a pain to find something made in the USA nowadays. I wander stores looking for a specific item and often go home empty handed because most everything is foreign made and not very good quality. Today I did manage to find a True Temper brand 3.5 lb. single bit axe with a “Proudly Made in the USA” sticker on it (check the labels; I cannot say for certain that all of their products are made in the USA). It should last me the rest of my days although that is what I thought about my last axe until a neighbor borrowed it and managed to “use” it beyond ready repair. I decided it best to just go buy myself a new one and donate that one to him.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Another long, strange, bittersweet trip is ending.
This is a traditional time of reflection for me. Therefore, I’ll be out on the patio from now until the companionship of a warming-fire burns to embers, which should be well after midnight. Afterwards, I will have the resolve to fight the seasonal melancholy that gnaws at me from early September until the first promises of spring.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
The 1957 study makes no mention of bourbon, so to play it safe post-apocalypse, you all may want to deliver samples of your hard liquor to me for testing.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
I believe it was three years ago when I first saw a Cub Scout trundling a cart of assorted popcorn goodies around our neighborhood. If my memory serves me, I was good for a purchase of somewhere around $60. If a scout came to my door last year, I missed him, but I found a Scout and his family hawking their wares outside of a Sam’s Club; I was good for somewhere around $36 then. Today a Cub Scout and his Mom were canvasing the neighborhood and I enthusiastically hit them up for another $ 36 replenishment of my larder. It is good quality food and it is for a great cause.
Yeah, I am a sentimental old fuddy duddy. When I see a Scout, I see the past, the present, and the future of the true America. Nobody can ever take that away from me.
That is awesome news! Illinois finally gets the recognition it rightfully deserves.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
NOW I am talking about the economy. U.S. incomes fall to 1989 levels.
How many homeowners have had their property taxes drop to 1989 levels? How many people have had the price of health insurance drop to 1989 levels? Anyone? Hello?
No, I’m not talking about the economy.
On Monday, I was told that I did not look anything like the photo used in my blog profile. Coincidently, on Monday my mug wound up in a new photo so I cropped it to freshen up the profile. Yeah, I agree, the mileage is showing. I guess I should look in the mirror more often.
The photo on the left is from 10-years ago, when I was age 50. The photo on the right is current; age 60.
Well, I suppose there is at least one thing worse than getting older.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Those who saw their last sunrise that morning are not forgotten. That act of war is not forgiven.
Three years ago, I wrote this. Indeed, time has healed nothing.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Life has been on the morbid side of serious around here for much of this year. I was beginning to suffer a bit of frustration and melancholy when Steve from Minnesota jumped into his Cessna Cardinal, picked up Dave at Clow airport in Bolingbrook, and flew into Waukegan to give me a lake shore flight-seeing tour to Chicago and back. I have to tell you that no doctor could have prescribed anything more cathartic. Thank you my friends. It was a blast! (A special tip of the hat to Landmark Aviation.)
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
What good is a blog if you cannot use it to mark silly anniversaries?
It has been four years since I smoked a cigar or tasted bourbon. It has been two years since I had a beer. Morality has nothing to do with it; my body and soul just needed a break of indeterminate length from certain indulgences. Someday, I shall return.