I had wanted to mention this earlier in the week, but it was a busy week.
Former Bosnian Serb General Ratko Mladic was captured last week and awaits extradition to The Hague for a war crimes trial. Reference link HERE.
I always find it fascinating that many people don't pay much attention to current events. Even more interesting is the propensity among Americans to pay even less attention (if that's possible) to events that occur "over there". The whole story of Ratko Mladic is worth your attention, if for just one simple reason: in this day and age there are still people out there who think nothing of slaughtering thousands of men, women, and children. Note the words "in this day and age". What Mladic is accused of doing isn't something that happened in some far off time; Mladic's crimes were committed in the mid-90's.
I could go on and on and on about this, but I'll sum how I feel in two sentences: Screw presumption of innocence, as there are about 8,000 innocent people where butchered by the monster in human form known as Ratko Mladic. He is guilty.
Let's hope the trial is short and the sentence is swift. "Justice" is a relative terms here, as there can be no real justice for what this "thing" has done, but at least a trial might help to bring some closure to a dark, dark period in recent history.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Memorial Day, 2011
Gratitude...
Visit a cemetery. Thank a veteran.
Sacrifice...
Think about how the things you have now are a direct result of some giving so much.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Road Apples, #100
In the Beginning...I began writing this particular blog on October 27, 2008, and my first "Road Apples" was posted on October 30, 2008. Since then I've posted something like 975 entries, writing most days. It would make sense to add in a comment about blog hits, but in all honesty I am not all that concerned as to whether 2 or 20 people look at this stuff. It's never been about that kind of attention.
So Why?...Well if writing this stuff has never been about "attention", then what gives? Why do it in the first place? Believe it or not these are questions that I've pondered more than once. I almost have answers too! Near as I can figure in the self-analysis department, I do have something of a creative steak inside of me. That's a good thing. On the flip side...
...I can't sing well at all
...I can't play any musical instrument
...I can't sketch all that well
...I can't paint to save my life
...I have no talents working with wood, clay, or any other material
...which doesn't exactly leave an awful lot of ventilation left for creative presssure. The solution? Why that would be writing. That's the real "why" here: I do this because I have some strong desire towards creative self-expression that almost compels me to share thoughts and ideas. It's probably not all that dissimilar to the sentiment expressed by the incredibly talented singer/songwriter David Gates, who wrote in the song "The Guitar Man"...
For the record I'm not comparing myself to anyone else, especially a super-talented musician. Instead, I'm saying that I get the urge to creating something out of my thoughts, and that urge really isn't dependent on having an audience. Bottom line: I simply like doing this. Oh, and I have always done this; I have written journals going back to the early 80's to prove it. Ah, the days of teenage angst.
Controversy?...I've noted that some bloggers like to stir things up, posting about controversial topics in order to generate discussions. I've actually had people tell me that I should do more of that kind of thing (be controversial) to "create traffic". Now on some level I suspect that I have posted a thing or two that wrinkled a feather or two, but by and large I don't go out of my way to find things that cheese people off. Besides, I'm not a "I am right and you are wrong" kind of guy, at least with regard to most things in life. What you see here is genuinely how I feel about whatever is coming off my head at the moment, unvarnished by the need for much in the way of ego-gratification.
Therapy...In addition to providing a creative outlet for me...the only creative outlet that seems to work for me by the way...writing NCFE has been very therapeutic over the years. At no time was this more true than during the September/October/November time frame of last year. My life, both personally and to a lessor extent professionally, was in something of a shambles, and it all seemed to pour out onto the postings. Much of that stuff was written in an almost code-like manner, but it served a noble purpose: allowing some of the pressure that was building inside to escape, even if it was just for a few moments. I've had people who have read some of that stuff say that it was very "raw", and I'll not argue the point. What I will also not do is take any of that down or post-script edit. There are no "do-overs" in life, and there will be no "do-overs" here either.
Moving Up & On...So where does all of this lead? Ah, that would would be the very nature of "not ceasing to explore", and for as long as I continue to like doing this...and I have the $10/year to rent the sgalbert.com URL...I will continue to do this. It suites me. What's amazing is that it has suited me in both the very bad times (for example, October 30, 2010 was a very bad day) and the good days (of which there have been a few lately), which probably means that it is as much a part of me as it is a habit. I look forward to a point maybe two years from now when I can read some of this again and see the evolution of my life. just as I have seen an evolution from October 2008 to now.
Thank You...In life you never know how truly blessed you are until you hit those trials that bend your very soul. While I claim no victories, I do claim the obligation to thank a few people who, over the past few weeks/months/years, have had a significant and positive impact on my life. Now I will indulge in just a bit of pseudonym BINGO in order to protect the public identities of those who may not wish to be acknowledged in this manner...i.e. on a cheesy Internet blog...but they know who they are anyway. More importantly, I know who they are anyway.
Thank you to Ms Rivers, the person who figuratively saved my life. Oh, and she literally saved my life as well by driving my sorry butt to the Emergency Room at Moses Taylor Hospital a few weeks ago. I don't really know how you properly thank someone who saves you once, let alone a few times, but I am going to continue to work on it for the foreseeable future.
Thank you to my Mom for proving that no matter how old your children get, they are still your children. Countless times I've had that motherly knock on my door to check on me after I managed to fold, spindle or otherwise mutilate myself (i.e. broken ribs, acute asthma attack, etc.) over the past few months. My hope as a parent is to be there for my daughters like my mother has been there for me.
Thank you to Ms Mitchell for helping to roto-strip the crap out of my life. I have met few professionals in my life as competent at what they do as the aforementioned Ms Mitchell.
Thank you to Ms Carey for telling me to stop being a "chicken $hit" back in October. Anyone can stroke your ego, but a true friend tells you the truth, even when you least want to hear it.
Thank you to my employer & my co-workers for giving me a sense of purpose, especially when things were spinning so out of control. There is a tendency to think of companies as being big, a-moral entities, but what some forget is that they are really just collections of people. For the record, the people I work with are some of the brightest and most compassionate on the planet.
Thank you to whatever Higher Power exists out there in the universe. I know a few folks don't put much credence into the whole God thing, but when I look back at the various twists and turns life sometimes takes, it begins to become clear, at least to me, that "random chance" simply can't explain it all. In my case, too many things have happened whereby what I wanted wasn't really what I needed, but somehow I did end up getting what I needed, not what I wanted.
Now I know this hasn't exactly been a true "Road Apples" posting, but for the record I did check with the person who makes the NCFE blog rules (me) and he said it was okay to deviate from the formula just a bit.
Now back to our regularly scheduled blog programming.
So Why?...Well if writing this stuff has never been about "attention", then what gives? Why do it in the first place? Believe it or not these are questions that I've pondered more than once. I almost have answers too! Near as I can figure in the self-analysis department, I do have something of a creative steak inside of me. That's a good thing. On the flip side...
...I can't sing well at all
...I can't play any musical instrument
...I can't sketch all that well
...I can't paint to save my life
...I have no talents working with wood, clay, or any other material
...which doesn't exactly leave an awful lot of ventilation left for creative presssure. The solution? Why that would be writing. That's the real "why" here: I do this because I have some strong desire towards creative self-expression that almost compels me to share thoughts and ideas. It's probably not all that dissimilar to the sentiment expressed by the incredibly talented singer/songwriter David Gates, who wrote in the song "The Guitar Man"...
"but he never seems to notice
he just has to find another place to play"
For the record I'm not comparing myself to anyone else, especially a super-talented musician. Instead, I'm saying that I get the urge to creating something out of my thoughts, and that urge really isn't dependent on having an audience. Bottom line: I simply like doing this. Oh, and I have always done this; I have written journals going back to the early 80's to prove it. Ah, the days of teenage angst.
Controversy?...I've noted that some bloggers like to stir things up, posting about controversial topics in order to generate discussions. I've actually had people tell me that I should do more of that kind of thing (be controversial) to "create traffic". Now on some level I suspect that I have posted a thing or two that wrinkled a feather or two, but by and large I don't go out of my way to find things that cheese people off. Besides, I'm not a "I am right and you are wrong" kind of guy, at least with regard to most things in life. What you see here is genuinely how I feel about whatever is coming off my head at the moment, unvarnished by the need for much in the way of ego-gratification.
Therapy...In addition to providing a creative outlet for me...the only creative outlet that seems to work for me by the way...writing NCFE has been very therapeutic over the years. At no time was this more true than during the September/October/November time frame of last year. My life, both personally and to a lessor extent professionally, was in something of a shambles, and it all seemed to pour out onto the postings. Much of that stuff was written in an almost code-like manner, but it served a noble purpose: allowing some of the pressure that was building inside to escape, even if it was just for a few moments. I've had people who have read some of that stuff say that it was very "raw", and I'll not argue the point. What I will also not do is take any of that down or post-script edit. There are no "do-overs" in life, and there will be no "do-overs" here either.
Moving Up & On...So where does all of this lead? Ah, that would would be the very nature of "not ceasing to explore", and for as long as I continue to like doing this...and I have the $10/year to rent the sgalbert.com URL...I will continue to do this. It suites me. What's amazing is that it has suited me in both the very bad times (for example, October 30, 2010 was a very bad day) and the good days (of which there have been a few lately), which probably means that it is as much a part of me as it is a habit. I look forward to a point maybe two years from now when I can read some of this again and see the evolution of my life. just as I have seen an evolution from October 2008 to now.
Thank You...In life you never know how truly blessed you are until you hit those trials that bend your very soul. While I claim no victories, I do claim the obligation to thank a few people who, over the past few weeks/months/years, have had a significant and positive impact on my life. Now I will indulge in just a bit of pseudonym BINGO in order to protect the public identities of those who may not wish to be acknowledged in this manner...i.e. on a cheesy Internet blog...but they know who they are anyway. More importantly, I know who they are anyway.
Thank you to Ms Rivers, the person who figuratively saved my life. Oh, and she literally saved my life as well by driving my sorry butt to the Emergency Room at Moses Taylor Hospital a few weeks ago. I don't really know how you properly thank someone who saves you once, let alone a few times, but I am going to continue to work on it for the foreseeable future.
Thank you to my Mom for proving that no matter how old your children get, they are still your children. Countless times I've had that motherly knock on my door to check on me after I managed to fold, spindle or otherwise mutilate myself (i.e. broken ribs, acute asthma attack, etc.) over the past few months. My hope as a parent is to be there for my daughters like my mother has been there for me.
Thank you to Ms Mitchell for helping to roto-strip the crap out of my life. I have met few professionals in my life as competent at what they do as the aforementioned Ms Mitchell.
Thank you to Ms Carey for telling me to stop being a "chicken $hit" back in October. Anyone can stroke your ego, but a true friend tells you the truth, even when you least want to hear it.
Thank you to my employer & my co-workers for giving me a sense of purpose, especially when things were spinning so out of control. There is a tendency to think of companies as being big, a-moral entities, but what some forget is that they are really just collections of people. For the record, the people I work with are some of the brightest and most compassionate on the planet.
Thank you to whatever Higher Power exists out there in the universe. I know a few folks don't put much credence into the whole God thing, but when I look back at the various twists and turns life sometimes takes, it begins to become clear, at least to me, that "random chance" simply can't explain it all. In my case, too many things have happened whereby what I wanted wasn't really what I needed, but somehow I did end up getting what I needed, not what I wanted.
Now I know this hasn't exactly been a true "Road Apples" posting, but for the record I did check with the person who makes the NCFE blog rules (me) and he said it was okay to deviate from the formula just a bit.
Now back to our regularly scheduled blog programming.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The Cat Free Zone
Today is the day I begin working on the "cat free zone" within my humble abode. For the record I don't necessarily want a cat free zone, but as I've grown older I have apparently become extremely allergic to cats.
How allergic?
Well according the the testing I underwent, anything greater than 0.1 on whatever scale they use means that there is an allergy to whatever is being tested against. For example, on my lab results I showed a slight allergy to dogs, with a reading of 1.35. Anything greater than 4.0 is considered "highly allergic". My cat result? 45.1. I think this means that the fluid in my bloodstream consists of red cells, white cells and cat antigens.
Now that I am breathing better (and want to stay that way), my first line of defense against future trips to the Emergency Room is to create a place where I can sleep and not be inhaling cat dander. That's where the cat-free zone comes into play. The actual work here breaks down into three parts:
Step 1 - Actually put a door on my bedroom.
Right now I don't have a door going into my bedroom, which makes for a mighty ineffective cat free zone.
Step 2 - Throughly clean the bedroom.
I have a rug shampooer on loan from my brother that I'll use as part of the "cat dander removal" phase of the project. I'll also vacuum every single square inch of the place, from floor to ceiling.
Step 3 - Get an air cleaner/purifier.
I may not actually do this until the Fall. From my limited experience over the past two weeks, my breathing is actually better when there is fresh air flowing, so during the warmer months having the windows open and the air flowing seems to be helpful. Once it gets colder and I end up closing windows, I will need something to clean the air.
I'm sure that my cat, Jean Luc, will be unimpressed by all of this...in fact, the whole door thing may really cheese him off. Given the alternative recommended by my doctor..."get rid of the cat"...I'm thinking he is actually making out rather well in this arrangement. Besides he will still have the run of the place, well except for my bedroom.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Dichotomy
"Dichotomy" is one of those words that I like to throw into a sentence every now and then. Why? Well for starters it's simply a cool word. It also expresses a complex thought, namely a subdivision into two exclusive or opposing parts. Sometimes, I think, the world needs a few complex thoughts thrown into the mix. There is too much mental "fast food" out there for my tastes.
Dichotomy is also a good word to describe my day today.
On one hand we had some not-too-pleasant events occur at work, the kind of stuff that gives you pause and just generally adds a toxin to your day. No details here, as I don't want to disrespect those who are directly impacted, but suffice to say people were not happy. I was not happy.
On the other hand my youngest daughter, Rebecca, participated in her senior National Honor Society program at school. Just about the opposite of toxic, at least for me. It reminded me of how wonderfully blessed I have been to have smart, polite, and generally all-around great daughters. They make me very proud.
Dichotomy indeed.
Dichotomy is also a good word to describe my day today.
On one hand we had some not-too-pleasant events occur at work, the kind of stuff that gives you pause and just generally adds a toxin to your day. No details here, as I don't want to disrespect those who are directly impacted, but suffice to say people were not happy. I was not happy.
On the other hand my youngest daughter, Rebecca, participated in her senior National Honor Society program at school. Just about the opposite of toxic, at least for me. It reminded me of how wonderfully blessed I have been to have smart, polite, and generally all-around great daughters. They make me very proud.
Dichotomy indeed.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Labor Board: It's official, a cop can arrest someone
According to a ruling by the Pennsylvania Labor Relations Board, Scranton's chief police officer, Dan Duffy, can in fact arrest people. This is contrary to the wishes of some members of the Fraternal Order of Police, who in fact didn't want this particular police officer to act...well...like a police officer.
Yes, you read that right: a cop is allowed to arrest someone. Go figure.
If you can tolerate the subscription notice, an article from the Scranton Times can be found HERE.
Score one for common sense and against union thug tactics. Oh, and a big ^5 for Scranton's outstanding Chief of Police, Dan Duffy.
Yes, you read that right: a cop is allowed to arrest someone. Go figure.
If you can tolerate the subscription notice, an article from the Scranton Times can be found HERE.
Score one for common sense and against union thug tactics. Oh, and a big ^5 for Scranton's outstanding Chief of Police, Dan Duffy.
The End of the World will be Postponed...at least until October
Apparently Harold "Ruptured Rapture Dreams" Camping has figured out that the rapture did...well sort of...begin last Saturday. Now in order to explain the lack of 200 million people suddenly disappearing, Mr Camping has concocted the idea that May 21 was a "spiritual" rapture.
Reference to all this nonsense HERE.
Now I feel like a 14 year at the beginning of trout season thinking "gee, just where could I go first?". I mean there are just so many ways this could go in terms of thought and comment. Since I'm feeling very good this morning, I'll keep it simple and brief: my gut is that Harold Camping sincerely believes in what he spews, but the problem is that he's trying to make others sincerely believe that as well. I applaud anyone who had a decent amount of faith, but a loathe anyone who screws with the lives of others simply because "god told me".
God told me that Thomas' English muffins are evil. Does that mean there are people out there who will now (if I had the charisma of an 89 year old man) all of a sudden be casting all of their English muffins from the fire of the toaster into a raging bonfire? That very action may in fact impede the "nooks and crannies" action of the muffins. Anyway, I suspect that some people would in fact sacrifice their muffins for the greater glory of "god".
The above incredibly stupid example does beg the underlying question though: is this madness really all the "fault" of the Harold Camping's of this world, or is the "fault" really one of society as a whole? If you have never seen Mr Camping, (HERE is a picture) you pretty much know that there is nothing physically compelling about the guy. In fact he looks like he could go the way of the rapture any moment now. So what? Well maybe...just maybe...we have a classic example of personal responsibility at work. Yes, I do think that in a more prefect world Mr Camping would:
a) Admit his error
b) Try to make his followers "whole" again to the extent he can financially
...but we know this will not happen. These folks CHOSE to believe that the world was going to end on Saturday (or in October...or...whenever), so to a very great extent they now have to deal with the aftermath. And they are. Let's just hope though that whatever Higher Power does exist out there can, at least for some with an open heart, touch the lives of those impacted in order to turn this whole farce into something positive.
In life you make choices. I've made choices. Some have been very good. Some have been very bad. Mostly though, I try to learn from my choices. The fact that some around me (or in the world at large, such as Harold Camping) seem unable to learn from their choices is saddening, but yet it does remind me all the more that my choices are my responsibility.
In the end, I am not sure that God is in the business of protecting us from ourselves.
Reference to all this nonsense HERE.
Now I feel like a 14 year at the beginning of trout season thinking "gee, just where could I go first?". I mean there are just so many ways this could go in terms of thought and comment. Since I'm feeling very good this morning, I'll keep it simple and brief: my gut is that Harold Camping sincerely believes in what he spews, but the problem is that he's trying to make others sincerely believe that as well. I applaud anyone who had a decent amount of faith, but a loathe anyone who screws with the lives of others simply because "god told me".
God told me that Thomas' English muffins are evil. Does that mean there are people out there who will now (if I had the charisma of an 89 year old man) all of a sudden be casting all of their English muffins from the fire of the toaster into a raging bonfire? That very action may in fact impede the "nooks and crannies" action of the muffins. Anyway, I suspect that some people would in fact sacrifice their muffins for the greater glory of "god".
The above incredibly stupid example does beg the underlying question though: is this madness really all the "fault" of the Harold Camping's of this world, or is the "fault" really one of society as a whole? If you have never seen Mr Camping, (HERE is a picture) you pretty much know that there is nothing physically compelling about the guy. In fact he looks like he could go the way of the rapture any moment now. So what? Well maybe...just maybe...we have a classic example of personal responsibility at work. Yes, I do think that in a more prefect world Mr Camping would:
a) Admit his error
b) Try to make his followers "whole" again to the extent he can financially
...but we know this will not happen. These folks CHOSE to believe that the world was going to end on Saturday (or in October...or...whenever), so to a very great extent they now have to deal with the aftermath. And they are. Let's just hope though that whatever Higher Power does exist out there can, at least for some with an open heart, touch the lives of those impacted in order to turn this whole farce into something positive.
In life you make choices. I've made choices. Some have been very good. Some have been very bad. Mostly though, I try to learn from my choices. The fact that some around me (or in the world at large, such as Harold Camping) seem unable to learn from their choices is saddening, but yet it does remind me all the more that my choices are my responsibility.
In the end, I am not sure that God is in the business of protecting us from ourselves.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Road Apples, #99.9*
(*) I actually want to do something different for my "100th" Road Apples, but alas, there are too many random thoughts running through my head to pull that one off. As a result I'll simply cheat by forestalling the 100th post for a few more days via an accounting trick. Hey, I took Accounting in college....Accounting 1 & 2 to be precise...at the same time.
Our World Doesn't End, but Harold Camping's Does...I've been looking through articles to see if Harold "Ruptured Rapture Dreams" Camping was going to make a statement about the end of the world going el-busto. Near as I can determine, Mr Camping (he isn't actually a Reverend of any sort) will be making a statement today (Monday) to the International Business Times. There is a great article on what he should say in the statement HERE. I particularly like the author's assertion that Mr Camping should work to restore the lives, livelihoods and relationships of those he duped into following prediction.
Best line that I heard on this? The Rev. David Rivers from Philadelphia asking his congregation at the beginning of services "Is everybody here?". I had to smile at that one.
TLC...For some insane reason I have been watching more of the cable channel TLC during those few times when I actually do watch TV. It's an odd mix, to say the least. You have your assorted shows about dwarfs, breeders, polygamists, sexual oddities and such. Think a real cornucopia of freakishness. Two low-lites:
Philadelphia Orchestra...I attended a performance of the Philadelphia Orchestra yesterday at the Kimmel Center in downtown Philadelphia. On the bill were selections from Stravinsky and Beethoven (Symphony No. 9 in D minor...). I didn't grow up listening to classical music, but you have to expand your horizons in life or I suspect your old ones will simply come crashing down upon you. It was a good time with great company.
Wheezy Department...My breathing is improving as the days past, and last Thursday's half day stay at Scranton's Hotel Moses Taylor Hospital is fading into a memory. Much blood-work has been done, and with the skill of my doctor noted, I'm scheduled for an appointment for Friday morning to get some results. Maybe I will simply have a a bad case of seasonal allergies that caused an infection that caused the asthma. Maybe I have an allergy to bad doomsday prophets. Maybe I have a mushroom garden growing my my lungs. Who knows. All I do know is that THIS WEEZY is far more fun than THIS WHEEZY.
Strange Bedfellows...It seems that the word is out throughout the political and media landscape that Corey O'Brien and Jim Wansacz have created a typical "political marriage of convenience". Mark my words: united campaign. These guys are cut from the same cloth using the same shears. The only thing not interchangeable about them is Corey O'Brien's law degree. The next 4 years of governance in Lackawanna County are going to feature NOTHING new.
Our World Doesn't End, but Harold Camping's Does...I've been looking through articles to see if Harold "Ruptured Rapture Dreams" Camping was going to make a statement about the end of the world going el-busto. Near as I can determine, Mr Camping (he isn't actually a Reverend of any sort) will be making a statement today (Monday) to the International Business Times. There is a great article on what he should say in the statement HERE. I particularly like the author's assertion that Mr Camping should work to restore the lives, livelihoods and relationships of those he duped into following prediction.
Best line that I heard on this? The Rev. David Rivers from Philadelphia asking his congregation at the beginning of services "Is everybody here?". I had to smile at that one.
TLC...For some insane reason I have been watching more of the cable channel TLC during those few times when I actually do watch TV. It's an odd mix, to say the least. You have your assorted shows about dwarfs, breeders, polygamists, sexual oddities and such. Think a real cornucopia of freakishness. Two low-lites:
- Pawn Queens (media review HERE) - This show is about a female-oriented Pawn Shop. It also is, quite possibly, the worst television show I have ever seen in my entire life. Of any genre. Period. Now I actually have seen the show "Pawn Stars" on the Hilter (I mean History) channel, but the only thing the two shows have in common is the word "Pawn" in their titles. Sexist? Nahhhh...the show is just really, really terrible.
- Sister Wives (like HERE) - Polygamy on display. This is actually pretty compelling to watch, but as I'm paying half attention to it something gnaws at me...darn...what could it be? Oh, I remember...what they are doing is ILLEGAL! Yes, polygamy is against the law, and yet here is a TV show about people breaking the law, in a rather open way to boot. Based on this precedent, how about a family of Crank Dealers next? Maybe a show about some wacky illegal immigrant smugglers "just trying to say under the radar"? Anyway, let be bottom line the premise of this whole polygamy thing for you: This guy is a major horn-doggie and he wants to have intimate relationships with many different women...so he uses god (lower case on purpose) as an excuse to "marry" a few wives. Horn-doggy-ness satisfied, Oh, but wait, polygamy is still against the law.
Philadelphia Orchestra...I attended a performance of the Philadelphia Orchestra yesterday at the Kimmel Center in downtown Philadelphia. On the bill were selections from Stravinsky and Beethoven (Symphony No. 9 in D minor...). I didn't grow up listening to classical music, but you have to expand your horizons in life or I suspect your old ones will simply come crashing down upon you. It was a good time with great company.
Wheezy Department...My breathing is improving as the days past, and last Thursday's half day stay at Scranton's Hotel Moses Taylor Hospital is fading into a memory. Much blood-work has been done, and with the skill of my doctor noted, I'm scheduled for an appointment for Friday morning to get some results. Maybe I will simply have a a bad case of seasonal allergies that caused an infection that caused the asthma. Maybe I have an allergy to bad doomsday prophets. Maybe I have a mushroom garden growing my my lungs. Who knows. All I do know is that THIS WEEZY is far more fun than THIS WHEEZY.
Strange Bedfellows...It seems that the word is out throughout the political and media landscape that Corey O'Brien and Jim Wansacz have created a typical "political marriage of convenience". Mark my words: united campaign. These guys are cut from the same cloth using the same shears. The only thing not interchangeable about them is Corey O'Brien's law degree. The next 4 years of governance in Lackawanna County are going to feature NOTHING new.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
End of World Update: Randy "Macho Man" Savage
There are reports that today's pending Rapture was actually prevented by the death of professional wrestler Randy "Macho Man" Savage. While matters like this are impossible to actually prove, the premise seems about as sound and logical as the rest of this whole sorted mess.
Credit to United Atheists Front (https://www.facebook.com/UnitedAtheistFront) for the graphic.
"Ooooohhhh Yeahhhhhh!"
It's Official: The World is NOT Ending
Apparently the earthquakes that were supposed to start in New Zealand and then Australia have failed to materialize, so perhaps my BMW looting shopping plans have to be put on hold.
To all those who had planned on this occurring, well I have a bit of advice:
I think a word from the late Mr . George Harrison is order for this fine occasion.
To all those who had planned on this occurring, well I have a bit of advice:
Cheer up, it's not like it's the end of the world!
I think a word from the late Mr . George Harrison is order for this fine occasion.
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