Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Ho Ho Ho

Good Morning and Happy Christmas:

Those of you who take issue with the use of the word Christmas because it Contains the name of Christ may detest my use of this word, but as far as I'm concerned you can kiss my patootie, Most especially that result of a sexual liasion between a politician and an egotistical Drunk, Bill Maher.

Mr. Maher seems to have never been disabused of his belief that he speaks with great wisdom.
Mr. Maher is, of course, thanks to the late stalwart of stupidity, Earl Warren, free to believe anything he chooses, and to bray them ceaselessly to any and everyone unfortunate enough to be downwind of one of his diatribes.
There are, sadly, in this Country, more than a few people who believes that if we could just remove the name of Jesus Christ, the Ten commandments, and for I know, the Boy Scout oath from any and all places where crowds of two or more people might congregate, out Nation would immediately become prosperous again, out Dogs would all be spayed or neutered, our Crab Grass would all immediately wither and die, our Rivers would cease flooding and become well behaved and the Gas Tanks on our Automobiles would somehow, magically, always remain full, and we would never outgrow our clothes.
I personally blame all of these nonsenseities to one thing. A lack of Fruitcake. Perhaps I am the only individual to notice that Fruitcake is the target of seemingly all those walk erect, and is ceaselessly castigated in print and by cartoonists.
I believe that this is an unfair situation. I like Fruitcake. I could survive indefinitely with a good heavy Fruitcake on the sideboard for dessert. What most people don't know is that Moses had a wagon load of Fruitcakes with him when he led the people of Israel into exile in the sands of the desert, and he and his followers would have perished soon had it not been for this wonderous Gateau (which is French for Anchor).

So anyone out there who has a legacy Fruitcase thats been in their family's larder for Generations, and is shunned by the community for this possession, may feel free to send it to me forthwith, for I love them.

 Am I the only person in the Country who finds Television as boring as Basketball?

Ever the optimist, I scan the T.V. listings in the daily Newspaper hoping against hope to find something good to watch, but barring the National Geographical Channel, the History Channel and P.B.S., and the 'Jeopardy' program, am almost always disappointed.
I have long since given up on the Discovery Channel, among others, who ceaselessly offer programs that are about as horrible as a Carnival Freak Show. It seems the only requirement of these shows are; Tattoos or Beards, ceaseless profanity, near nudity or a combination of all the above. Shows that started out an innocent premise, to trace the activities of . . . say Guys who restore or customize Classic Cars, have slowly denigrated to the point of absolutely being the result of a Script, written by an Idiot or a collection of same.

Okay. Thats enough for now. I trust I have filled the CHRISTmas stockings of everyone who accidently or on purpose read this drivel.

Stay Happy and Healthy everybody (except Maher)
and never lose the memories of Happys Past.

Best Wishes


Sunday, December 8, 2013


Good Morning to all Happy People:

I've got a gripe today. some time ago Google changed the Blogger site. As far as I'm concerned they changed it for the worse.

It used to be when I wanted to post something on my blog, it was a snap, but not now.
It takes forever and a day to TRY and get started and even then, most of the time I just give up in despair. there used to be links to every phase of Blogger, but apparently some 12 year old Genius" decided that it wasn't hard enough for people such as me, i.e. those past puberty, to use so they changed every darned thing. Heck I can't even find the dashboard anymore. I typed a long post the other day and saved it to draft, but CANNOT find it now.
When I ask for help I cannot get it .

Its frustrating. Sort of like what Doctors are doing now to keep from getting any more Medicare Patients. they either just bluntly refuse them, or they give them such a rude, substandard of care, that most of us just go home and wait to die.

I know that those among you who are young will not even try to understand my frustration, but trust me, its coming for you, if you're lucky.
Stay Well

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

This and That

Good Morning Folks

Just a few things noticed on the passing scene.

I went to the veterans Hospital and help center this week, had my hearing tested, which resulted in my being fitted for 2 custom hearing aids.

I've known for some time that I had a hearing loss, but must confess, with guilt, that I blamed it on a lot of other things, The T.V., people with soft voices, etc, etc, etc,, but in the end it was all on me. The M.D. who tested my hearing said that the loss was a nerve deafness caused, in part, by the dozens and dozens of Ear Infections that I had, every winter, all winter, as a Child, up until I was a Freshman in High School. Now this may seem like a small fault to confess, but a feller has to start somewhere.

I had a good long look at the list of services offered by the Veterans Administration while I was at the hospital, and was very impressed. I know quite a few Veterans who could receive an awful lot of help from the V.A., if they would just go and speak, in an Honest fashion, regardless of the difficulty of admitting where a person needs help.

Who knows, it could be the start of a whole new life, Counselors are waiting and are ready and willing to work with any Vet.

We all owe our Vets a great debt, and I sometime feel guilty by receiving some of the benefits of the V.A. for my entirely undistinguished Military Service, but at any rate, it is a valuable resource for all Veterans. We have thousands of Veterans returning from Combat now a days, and we should all do our part in helping them.

On another subject, I've been trying to take care of my Wife, who fell a couple of weeks ago and broke her leg in two places, and Buddy if you are a Man who doesn't think your wife does much around the house, just try and take her place for awhile and I guarantee you will be disabused of that notion, added to the fact that I'm still not doing everything my wife does, am 78 years old and have a Dickey Heart and C.O.P.D., by damn makes me realize anew how hard my wife works and how thankful I am  that she's been by my side, through good time and bad, (sometimes it seems like the scale droops more to the bad side) for 59 years. I AM A LUCKY MAN.

On yet another subject, Pat Conroy has a new book out and its about. . . guess what. . . His Father. Now obviously I didn't know his Father, but judging solely by what Conroy writes, old Dad was abusive as Hell, but the thing that occurs to me that  if Pat had had a happy, loving Pappy, what in the Hell what would he writing about and thus earning a good enough living to grow a Fat Ass. There are no doubt Millions of kids around that had or are having a Father as bad as, if not worse that that of Conroys, who grew up resolving to never treat his kids as bad as Conroys Pater Nasty apparently did.
Now I haven't read this latest work yet, but I know for sure that it is an epistle about how badly he was abused as a child.
It would really be refreshing if Mr. conroy wrote a book about something OTHER than his Father

We are currently slogging through about eight or so inches of snow and I'll tell you one thing for sure. The folks that say they just love Winter are welcome to all of it, for my money.

Stay Well