Friday, February 26, 2016

We Gotta Get That Here!

Make way...old guy coming' through!
They have this deal in Brazil that is absolutely the greatest invention since canned beer.  If you are a citizen of that banana republic,  a fairly recent law requires all private businesses and government facilities to provide immediate and differentiated attention to people aged 60 and over.  If not in compliance, a company or government agency can be fined something like $750 (or a bazillionty brazilions in Brazilian currency) for each screw up.  

In other words, OLD CATS GET CUTS!  If you're 60 or older you can walk into a bank or any place of business and, upon spotting a line, simply stride to the front of the queue and say, "excuse me, I'm next."  No lie!  It's the best geezer benefit this side of the senior discount at the movies.  Maybe we could get that  law passed here before the next Star Wars hits the multiplex?  Imagine how much fun it would be to cut in front of all those candy ass millennials as you score a senior discounted seat.  Sweet!  Maybe we could even corner the market on popcorn and Good N' Plenty.

As it is with all dictates, there are some who are angered by the new law.  A bar owner in Fortaleza says that he is bothered by the guys he considers able-bodied seniors with "dyed hair and a pocket full of Viagra" cutting in front of the rest of his customers.  He also says the law has turned his mother-in-law into a megalomaniac.  Get over it junior!

I say we seniors start making some demands of our elected or soon to be elected officials.  Any one of the clowns currently begging for our support should promise to get this done for us ASAP.  (We're not getting any younger ya' know.)  It would be the ultimate way to get back at our kids.  "Keep working, fruit of my loins, mom and pop don't need to be standing in any lines."  "Thanks for the Social Security and that Medicare freebie, now STAND BACK GRAMPS IS COMIN' THROUGH!"

First one of you political polecats to ram this one home gets my vote and a case of Depends.

"Hey you kids, get off of my lawn!"


Friday, February 19, 2016

Primary Primer

My wife and I stopped off at the county election office the other day to make sure we are both registered to vote in Idaho.  We knew we had filled out the paperwork last year but have received only a trickle of postal effluvia from candidates or the county so far and the primary is scheduled for March 8.  The woman at the office explained that they don't send out reminders to voters and, if you want to vote absentee, it's up to you to initiate the request.  All of this struck both of us as refreshing after coming from California where folks and their pets with or without a pulse can vote as many times as they'd like.  Here in Idaho they're also "old fashioned" enough to require actual proof of identification when you vote.  They have the nerve to ask for a driver's license or another form of valid picture identification before handing you a ballot.  The horror!  That wouldn't play in Chicago, L.A., New York or other parts of America where it's too much trouble to stop by the DMV for a driver's license or FREE ID card.  Can't be putting voters to that much trouble.  No sir.

Of course as the primary date draws near we increasingly find ourselves wondering if there is a bandwagon worthy of boarding.  Both the Republicans and Democrats, as of right now, have a couple of lowlife tools leading their respective packs.  It's a real Hobson's choice between a draft dodging blowhard billionaire who was born on third base and thinks he hit a home run for the Republicans and a draft dodging screwball commie leading the lefty parade.  I'd love to get Ben Franklin, Tom Jefferson or John Adams to weigh in on these two.  They would, no doubt, be passing the hemlock.  By the way, it was Plato who said, "Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something."  Care to guess where Bernie and The Donald fit in?

The wife and I have decided to go with all write-in candidates.  They're all neighborhood pals who will work for peanuts and are too stupid to steal.  Perhaps you'll want to caucus for them when your primary rolls around.  Don't forget your ID.  Here are our endorsements...


Major Lard:  a real leader but a little squirrelly.

Millie Whatmuff:  wife of Major Lard and keeper of the nuts.

Shugga Free Leonard:  "What are you looking' at?!"

Stubby Clapp:  Sheriff of Squirrelltown, steals with aplomb.  A real politician.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Well, At Least The Girls Like It...

Since she used to teach school, I asked my wife if grade school kids still make valentines with their little scissors, crayons and construction paper.  In my opinion, Valentine's Day should be all about a school party and "art" projects to be taken home to mom.  She thought that they still do though there are no doubt many more idiotic restrictions  than there were in the 1950's and '60's.  You know, some kid is probably allergic to paste or maybe there are now "trigger" words to be avoided when putting together the homemade love greetings.  Then it came to me that an accurate reading on all of this could be obtained simply by asking daughter Katie what Valentine's Day happenings were planned for our six year-old grandson Dan's class.

I started thinking of Valentine's Day and all the preparations for the faux holiday we boys liked in my grade school years of the 1950's.  The fact that there was a half day long party on the calendar and a few days of project time devoted to making the cards and decorations for the big event certainly was a plus.  We boys cared diddly about all that mushy love stuff but it did get us out of actual school work. The girls ate it up.  They took great pride in making fancy cards and elaborate boxes that were to be the receptacles for all the gooey declarations of love they expected to receive from their male classmates and BFF's.

We guys had a slightly different take on the process.  Our valentines were all poorly drawn, hastily prepared messy missives.  Our mailboxes were decorated with flames, guns and drawings of explosions.  As for our "hand crafted" cards, I specifically remember cutting out a picture of a vacuum cleaner and pasting it in the middle of a card for my mom.  (Even then I knew what it took to impress the ladies.) The big blob of paste  used to secure the picture oozed out the sides and clumped like cat flop all over the inside of my card.  I didn't care.  My pal, Lon Cooper, stole my idea but substituted a V-8 engine picture that I'm sure thrilled his mom.  Ronnie Smith, ever the clown,  selected a good sized hand picked booger and placed it on a spring lifted from his ballpoint pen that jumped right out of a heart made just for his mom.  If memory serves, Ronnie did not get to take that one home.  Nonetheless, his mom still visits him every other Valentine's Day at the state prison.  A mother's love is forever.

Ronnie at this year's state prison valentine party.
Not everyone can pull off this look.

























So, in checking with youngest daughter, Katie, she has assured me that the Valentine's Day festivities are still very much a part of America's grade school culture and that the homemade cards for family and friends remain a staple.  I guess nobody has yet figured out a way to feel threatened or offended by all that mushy stuff.  Grandson Dan, now six, made his mom a valentine crown complete with antennae  and managed to slap together a semi-red blob that "sort of" looks like a heart.  (I'd love to see what kind of art work the girls in his class created.)


If you squint, this almost looks like a heart.
I have to say that in spite of my built in boy bias toward all things Valentine's Day related I am semi-delighted that the PC police are, at least for now, leaving this bit of cultural nonsense alone.  It's probably good that youngsters are being encouraged to openly express love and appreciation for family and friends.  I do believe it helps those of us of team XY to be more sensitive and caring.  As a matter of fact, this year in addition to the usual tickets to see the WWE, I'm tossing in TWO cases of beer as a Valentine's Day treat for my wife.  (Micro brew, no Bud.)  Dan has a long way to go before he tops grandpa.



Friday, February 5, 2016

This Just In From Stump Jumper Country

Dateline:  Georges Mills, NH

New Hampshire, state of maple syrup, moose meat, muskrats and Massholes is ready to vote.  Yes, the once dependable state of "live free or die" citizens who previously would have preferred blowing their brains out to voting for a socialist are preparing to choose between two of them.  Well, at least the Democrats are.  Yes, a state long home to ZERO Democrats, now sports a Democratic primary on next week's agenda.  Over the past few decades the Granite State, through lack of border security, has allowed itself to be infiltrated by the liberal denizens of Massachusetts (Massholes) who apparently love everything about their state except living there.  New Hampshire with its low taxes and pro business attitude has a lot of appeal for residents of Massachusetts, a tax sucking state too small for a republic and too large for an insane asylum.  Unfortunately the majority of these lunatic transplants insist on retaining their illogical and crack brained political credentials and  insist on registering as Democrats.  Now, by necessity, New Hampshire has a primary for these poor misguided bastards.


To properly analyze the coming primary election in this small New England state this blog is calling on special correspondents. 
The Skipper (left) offers cigar smoking tips to local hobo.
 We can cut through a great deal of the "wicked bad" political BS endemic in the state by turning to my longtime pal "The Skipper" for his always cogent take on all things Granite State.  The Skipper is more than qualified to weigh in on both the Republican and the Democrat races as he has lived in what he affectionately refers to as "New Hamster"for more than forty years.  A cranky retired merchant sea captain,  he resides in the rural community of Georges Mills with his wife, Betty, a Boston native who refuses to acknowledge the existence of the letter "R" or the Republican party.   She also deftly uses the word "wicked" as both an adjective and an adverb. She's perfect go to gal for Democrat analysis.  The Skipper, on the other hand, is a lifelong conservative Republican who owns a pick-up truck, a chain saw, snow tires, and has an extensive collection of flannel shirts.  He also loves classic country music, the state liquor store and is the proud owner of the largest collection of lighted beer signs east of the Mississippi.  Impeccable credentials I think you'll agree.

The Skipper's pithy commentary on the primary campaign thus far might best be summed up this way:  "Get the hell out of my state you illegitimate spawn of burrowing rodents!!" And that request is merely for the men and women of the media.  With regard to the candidates from both parties, his summation of the situation contains two commands: "Get out and stay out!

Since the dork from Baltimore has dropped out of the donkeycrat primary, let's take a look at that primary first.  Betty,  our aforementioned Boston native and unrepentant liberal who still thinks Ted Kennedy should have received the Navy Cross for Chappaquiddick instead of the chair, says she'll cast her vote for Hillary.  Her logic for doing so?   She'll do it because "she's a woman and capable of screwing up the country just as well as a man."  This reasoning makes about as much sense as eating dog dookie  because "it looks like a Tootsie Roll", but I digress.  It's interesting that the party of "diversity and inclusion" offers its fans two geriatric gasbags for this year's candidate roulette.  Either one of these wheezing geezers might be better off in an assisted living facility.

On the Republican ballot The Skipper has expressed some degree of enthusiasm for Ted Cruz which is troubling.  I agree that he has some good ideas but how can anybody get excited about a guy who looks like a small town undertaker or the clown who wrecked the curve for everybody in those crappy high school math classes you were forced to take?  The guy is totally UNLIKEABLE.  Skip agrees with me that Carly Fiorina is certainly the best female candidate in either party and probably the best candidate overall but the media seems to hate her and it's hard to beat that DNC typing pool.

Chris Christie could do well.  In spite of gastric by-pass he still looks like a Florida manatee thus giving a majority of New Hampshirites the chance to say, "Hey, he looks like me!"  Rubio, according to my old pal, looks "too young and inexperienced" to which I reply, "shallow and callow worked pretty well in 2008 and 2012 didn't it?" Ben Carson is a great doctor, nice guy and fine conservative American but why not shoot for Surgeon General on your first try?  Kasich looks like the guy who is always trying to get you to join the Lions Club or show you pictures of his match book collection.  No thanks Ozzie Nelson.
Bush?  Sorry, your pop was okay but your brother just about ruined it for Republicans named Bush.

Though he's not saying for sure, I'm fairly certain that The Skipper has tipped his hand regarding his pick in the primary.  That exclusive interview with "The Donald" locked in the old veteran.  He's picking Trump all the way when the votes are counted on Tuesday.  (Pay no attention to that complimentary gin and tonic on the bar.)

That's the latest from "New Hamster".. It will be Trump for the Republicans and Richard Nixon in a pantsuit for the Dems.
Tell 'em The Skipper and Betty sent ya.  And NO you can't get your money back when the polls close.

The Skipper hamming it up with The Donald.
By the way, you are all invited to a post primary party at The Skipper's place.  Dance the night away to Al Sharpton and his Tawana Brawley Jive Five.
 Sorry, no COD (the fish you idiot, it's New Hampshire).