Friday, September 30, 2005


It's 8:44 a.m. and about 48 degrees out. Patrick got up and he's outside now.

2nd episode of LOST was on last night. Did you notice the "shark" had the project symbol tattood on him? And Desmond asks Locke, "Is the world still out there?" He thinks a worldwide pandemic has wiped out humanity...I guess. I know I'm going to taqke lot of heat for this, but we've moved Heide Mueller up to number one on our list of Top Ten Hollywood Hot Actresses, displacing Angelina... Oh, Well!


Thursday, September 29, 2005


It's 8:01 a.m. , it's 47 (brrrr) degrees out, Erthdog Patrick crawled into bed with Junior.

Fall is here for sure, with cooler temps prevailing.

Went to the Pickle Bar in Markle with Skyman yesterday and had a mess of fried Chicken Livers and a longneck PBR for lunch. Looked in the windows of all the empty storefronts. Lost my sunglasses, really pisses me off! Mounted the toolbox to the truck.

Skyman found Poacher's Willow and Elisha's Rest geocaches. (I couldn't find Elisha's).

So it goes.


Wednesday, September 28, 2005


It's 5:53 a.m. and Patrick's outside, it's 55 degrees out. Yes it's fall.

The female soldier ( I will not mention her name) who was convicted and sentenced yesterday for prisoner abuse at Abu Ghraib , in her court martial got three years. While we don't condone what she did, and she did do great harm to the war effort and may have caused the deaths of an untold number of her comrads, what she did was born of stupidity, not malice. We would have given her six months, max. After all the prisoners ARE sub-human vicious savage terrorists, right? She is one of us. They are the minions of the Devil. We've never faced an enemy like this before, neanderthalic brutes, brainwashed by the Ayatollahs to commit suicide to further their bizzarre goals. I don't know why we are even taking prisoners, except to interrogate them. Then they should be shot trying to escape...What planet IS this?


Tuesday, September 27, 2005


It's 5:12 a.m. and Patrick got up and went to bed with Junior. It's 46 degrees out, but it's not that chilly in here.

Cindy Sheehan, the self-styled Anti-War protestor would probably be quite ashamed if she realized that her Anti-Bush, anti -administration and oh yes anti-war activities were giving aid and comfort to the enemy that killed her son. There is probably no danger of that considering her brain is probably no bigger than a pea. Of course, to her, the savage terrorists are not the enemy, America is the enemy and it was the President that murdered her son. She has now shown a new layer of her quirky personality and not a pretty one. Park police arrested her yesterday for parading without a permit in front of the White House and they had to carry her away. She was smiling for the cameras the whole time, while being carried, and while they were pointed at her in the paddy wagon. Grinning like an idiot. Not pretty. You, see, it's not about the war, it's not about her son, it's about HER. Poor, poor Cindy, you tortured, anguished moron. Sound harsh? It's not half of waht she deserves. If you want political correct, don't come here. WE tell it like it is, and this is not a place where tact is tolerated. The peaceniks have never been able to keep thier protests pure, they always turn into general rants against the American way of life, and expose themselves for the misguided, angry anti-societal misfits that they are, You heard it here.


Monday, September 26, 2005


It's 5:07 a.m., 65 degrees out. Patrick got aup and went back to bed with Junior.

It rained all day yesterday, several inches. We sure could have used that during the drought this summer... Ate shrimp yesterday and watched football on TV. Got to wash the truck today, it's still got mud on it from last trip to reservoir, and clean up all the beerbottles out at the bonfire from Junior's bash Saturday night, I know he hasn't done it. Did find an unopened package of cookies out there yesterday and Patrick and I consumed them.

Traitor Sheehan is in DC complaining about everything, apparently. Her shine seems to have dulled with the MSM, maybe because they are so enamored with getting crying old negro ladies on film taling about the Hurricanes... If I see one more, my head will explode! Ashton Kutcher married Demi Moore in Hollywood. Good work if you can get it. When he turns forty, she will be fifty-five, oops! Maybe she'll cosmetic-surgically age worries. If the weather is decent, Patrick and I will have to hit the trails today to try and lose a few pounds, we're both creeping up...

You have no freedom, if you live in the city. You can live free in the country, but you can't own your own land--not if you have to pay taxes on it every year.


Sunday, September 25, 2005


It's 4:51 a.m., dark out, Junior is outside and Patrick is asleep on a couch downstairs with somebody...

The Gators thoroughly whipped Kentucky's ass yesterday, 49-7 in the first half, and the Wildcat's only score came on a blocked punt. Both offense and defense looked good. The Cats beat the second and third string 21-zip in the second half. That's scary. we have NO depth. I thought Portis could put together some drives but it was not to be. Perhaps he would fair better with the starters, tho. Meyer reinserted the first team in the final moments of play and they didn't play with fire.
Well, it's a win and the bench got some experience, It's all good, and now it's on to Alabama (shudder). If this team doesn't stumble they could play for a national championship. You heard it here... Oh and CBS showed, just for a split second, the Gator Tennessee Game "We're Number One" Finger Girl! in a promo spot. And the TV guys are calling Illinois the "Fighting Zooks" (Remember the " Fighting Dinardos" at Indiana? Welcome to the Big Ten, Ron --Illini (sic) fall 61-14 to Michigan State-- OUCH!! Did Spurrier's gamecocks play today? didn't hear...


Saturday, September 24, 2005


It's 4:48, very chilly out and Parick is downstairs playing video games with Junior.

The Gators play Kentucky at Kentucky this afternoon, on national broadcast TV. The Alabama game next week will also be telecast. UF is a three touchdown favorite, so the game will probably be close.Itr wasn't too long ago, that there were not very many colored quarterbacks in division 1-A. That was the last bastion of white player power in the NCAA--now there are a lot of black quarterbacks guiding ranked teams in the SEC. The last holdout of the good old boys network is the Head Coaching fraternity--only a handful out of 100 plus are of African descent. That barrier will fall soon, I'm sure.

Oh, by the way, the Japanese Mafia is the client that bought the contract for the Soviet technology that's controlling the recent hurricanes in the gulf. Payback for the atomic bombs I guess...Richard Hoagland says there was a radar signature homing beacon over New Orleans eleven days before Katrina to guide it towards its target. How come our guys can't kill these storms?


Friday, September 23, 2005


It's 5:53, raining out and Patrick is outside visiting his kitty pals.

President Bush is manufacturing these tropical storms in order to kill colored people, who he hates, and to raise the price of oil for his Texas buddies. Notice how Rita is vearing north towards Louisiana? That's W on the joystick. TV Critics Corner: Kelly Monoco lost her Dance-Off last night on TV and boy did she look pissed. No graceful loser, that girl. Survivor is off to a good start with a bunch of sickos--no breakout Hotty chick yet, must really have bummed the producers. Lost had a terrific episode, with Jack, John and Katy going down the tube--Ed, the Bowling ally Attorney's girlfreind had an Emmy-award winning performance with Jack in the scene in the hospital where she wiggles her toes (Like Lock?) "You're yanking my chain, right?" she asks when he tells her she'll never walk again. Classic! "Invasion" was a big let down--hopefully it will get better. The two Ghostbuster brothers who drive the old Chevy Big Block are going to run out of ideas soon--nothing new there...Hopefully Jen Love's new ghostbuster series will be better. I think Lost and Medium spurned a whole lot of Supernatural oriented shows...some not too innovative. That's what I think this morning.


Thursday, September 22, 2005


It's 6:15 a.m., sixty degrees and dark out. Patrick is downstairs.

The MSM had Katrina as the worst hurricane ever, when it suited their needs. Then as Rita approached, the Galveston hurrricane was the worst (6,000) deaths. Now that Rita is a category Five, She is the worst. Does anybody else see what whores they have become? The tabloids at the Super Market are now the Flagship of Journalism is the U.S. --Broadcast MSM have sunk to the gutter of yellow journalism, chasing the dollar for sensationalism in addition to their treasonous political propaganda agenda. It's sickening. It's so sad to see our glorious civilization, the Zenith of the Human Experience, crumble into depravity, led by the evil scum that have invaded us. We have seen the enemy and he is us. One of our local UCC churches is set to have a vote to go independent, because the national organization is toying with encouraging queer marriages. Where ARE we?


Wednesday, September 21, 2005


It's 5:18 a.m. 52 degrees outside where Butthead Patrick is, and it's Wednesday.

Tonight is the beginning of the new season for LOST and I've only reviewed the Season One DVD twice, so I'm behind schedule. We'll Tivo the new episode for multiple slow-motion viewings. However, since I learned that three of the characters' last names are those of philosophers, I've sort of quit trying to figure out some of the symbolism. I don't really want to study English and French philosopy to try to figure it out... But I will tell yuou one thing, and you didn't hear it here first, but you heard it here, so you know it to be so: Evangeline Lilly (Kate) and Josh Holloway (Ford-Sawyer) are destined for greater things, and on the big screen. Hopefully they won't get big heads and leave the series before it's run is complete--that sort of thing has ruined others' careers... Anyway, we're still betting that the hatch is part of an underground government's (which one?) complex that has to do with Nuclear Testing or Nuclear War--what else could it be? And the one prediction that nobody in the forums has made, except for us is that at some point Locke will bring out his little yellow CD geiger counter (That we saw in his apartment in the episode "Walkabout") to test for radiation (The backstory will be that he planned to prospect for uranium in the Outback?)And here is something you DID hear first right here at the Outpost--As hot as Evangeline is, as sultry as Maggie Grace (Shannon) can be, the real keeper on this show is that Australian cutie, Emilie De Raven (Claire-use soft "a" in Raven) .. SHE's the one we'd most like to be shipwrecked on a desert island with (sans baby of course).That's the way we see it, so that's the way it is (John Locke's philosophy?)


Tuesday, September 20, 2005


It's 7:48 a.m. overcast and 67 degrees out. Patrick is sleeping on the couch downstairs with Junior.

America is on the decline. China will soon take over as the dominate force on this planet. The only hope for the white Race and the
American Way of Life is to explore outer space and find and found Earth2. Otherwise, extinction and Oblivion. So it goes. You heard it here, maybe not first, but here, so you know it to be so.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission--To boldly go where no man has gone before --to discover new life and new civilization --and to find the Planet of the Lonely Angelina Jolie Women. ;)


Monday, September 19, 2005


It's 5:49 a.m., dark, Patrick's outside.

The University of Florida Football Gators are ranked fifth in both the Coaches Poll and the AP Poll.

I must apologize for predicting that the poor colored folks would purchase fried chicken and tennis shoes with their FEMA debit cards. That must have been a racist statement. It seems those must be things that are easily looted. The items of choice purchased with the disaster relief funds cards seem to be drinks at strip bars and designer handbags. My, how tastes change, as civilization marches on!!

I saw a girl every bit as hot as Christie of Pizza Hut yesterday at the Roanoke Cemetery. She had a figure like Pamela Anderson but was hiding behind sunglasses and a red ball cap. May have been a government agent in drag...

I was in the cemetery to view the ceremony dedicating an historical marker to Kil-so-quah, the Miami Indian grandaughter of Miami War Chief Little Turtle. located at her grave site. She lived to be a hundred and five years old and was a local celebrity, although she didn't DO anything that would merit a marker in our opinion. Her illustrious granadfather, on the other hand was responsible for killing a lot of Englishmen and Frenchmen in battle...

There were about a dozen or so "Miamis" dressed in colorful gypsy costumes in attendance. Now that my sound like a mean spirited thing to say, but I have taken it upon myself to speak for the white man in this deal. The pioneer whites did not wear these colorful costumes, so where did the Indians get this cloth? Was there a special class of trade cloth just for Indians in a big conspiracy by the French to dress them up like Clowns? I don't know. Anyway, this one women, looking like the gypsy( in pseudo plains Indian squaw garb,) in "Wolfman" proudly announced to those she talked to "I'm Miami" NOT! I don't thinks so. Her Red (no pun intended) hair and blue eyes belied that. If her veins carried even a total of one-eighth Indian Blood her pheno-type shouted No!

I had a response prepared should anyone asks me who I was: "I represent the white settlers and pioneers whose cabins were burned and children raped and murdered by the Miamis."

None of the "Miami" men participating in the ceremonies looked anything but 100% Caucasion, other than some suntans. We were ALL Red Indians at one time in our youths, shooting our bows and arrows and riding our Indian Ponies. But most of us grew out of it. I bet the REAL Miami ancestors are turning over in their graves to see these white men dressed up and pretending to be Miamis... And now, here is the brutal Truth about the Miami leadership that existed in Northeast Indiana in the mid nineteenth century. All the tribal and band Chiefs collaborated with the white man. They were Christians, took on English or French names (Richardville, Godfroy, LaFontaine). intermarried with whites, lived in houses built for them by the American Government and all , to a man, sold out their people, going along with the resettlement to Kansas, in return for monetary gain and the priviledge of remaining in Indiana enjoying the government's largess. They traded their people's land for family security and the beads of civilization. Notice that Kilsoquah, who lived into the twentieth Century, didn't travel west to Kansas or Oklahoma with her tribe to the barren reservations. As a member of a Miami ruling family She lived on a government-issued farm south of Roanoke... That part of the story is not on the marker. And that's the way it was.


Sunday, September 18, 2005


It's 6:43 a.m. foggy out, 54 degrees, Patrick's on the side porch. The house is filled with sleeping party-goers from Junior's birthday bonfire out back, which we just put out.

The sixth ranked Gators defeated the 5th ranked Volunteers at Florida Field last night, 16 - 7. It wasn't pretty , but it was a W. Tennessee had its way with the Gators during the notorious "I'm going to hire my special buddy unexperienced Ron Zook to the Number Three college coaching job in the country at a million dollars a year because I'm an asshole and can get away with it " era. The Gators coverted two costly errors by the Vols into field goals--a bobbled punt return (Forced), and an idiot punter's pass on fourth down (Sucked in by the Gators). I haven't seen the stats yet, but the Gators may have outplayed the Vols. Unlike the Zook era, this team didn't fade in the fourth quarter, the defense stayed strong. If this was a Zook game, we would have lost 16-17, in the last few minutes. The Gators done good. Another highlight of the TV game coverage was a 5 second shot of an absolutely gorgeous blonde young Gator fannette, looking sexy and perky in a straw cowboy hat and, catching the camera's eye, arched her shoulders provocatiely, wiggled and held up her finger, signifying "NUmber One" with a big smile. The network showed the shot several times later in the show, I don't know, maybe it was a set-up, but either way, it ought to become part of Gator Nation Legend, it was that good. We're calling her the "finger girl". She was every bit as hot, if not hotter, than Christy of Pizza Hut!

On a related front, the ol ball coach was humiliated at home by the Crimson Tide--Aaawwwwww....{Will the Gamecocks destroy him like they did poor Lou? It didn't look to be the same team that almost beat the Dawgs...) It's a precarious path, but the Gators are on their way...One game at a time... GO GATORS!!!


Saturday, September 17, 2005


It's 7:18 a.m. clear out, 57 degrees, and I don't know where Patrick is, I think in bed with Junior.

I met Junior at a Sports Bar last night with a few of his friends to celebrate his 21st birthday and have a ceremonial first shot and beer with him. One of his friends turned out to be a SMOKIN' HOT BABE scantily clad in a revealing outfit for the occasion. World class beauty. She looked a lot like Maggie Grace from Lost, except her body was about ten times better. Sweet girl. I had met her before, and noted she was cute, but this was a revelation... And so it goes.


Friday, September 16, 2005


It's 5:37, dark out, Patrick is outside.

Tomorrow night the #6 ranked Florida Gators host the #4 Tennessee Volunteers in the Swamp. When I covered the Gator Games from the Pressbox for the Clearwater Sun in '65 as a Freshman, one of Spurrier's playing years, who knew he would one day nickname Florida Field "The Swamp" and lead us to a national Championship. It wasn't called Ben Hill Grifffin Stadium, either, back then. This year, under the leadership of Urban Meyer, the path to the BCS Championship game is not an impossible or improbable one for Florida. But one loss will derail that plan. And the most likely derailers will be our perennial favorites, Tennessee, or the Seminoles... So, It's a national Championship game for the Gators tommorrow night and a loss will reshape the year significantly... I assume a game between teams ranked this high, being a rivalry a bonus, will be televised nationally by a network. The game time of eight o'clock eastern is another clue. We'll be watching...

Thursday, September 15, 2005


iT'S 8:34 A.M. , overcast outside , and Junior, Patrick , Hookie and I watched a few episodes of LOST downstairs, and now they are asleep on the couch.

Junior was born 21 years ago today in Torrence California. I was in the hospital delivery room, as was his mom, a doctor and some nurses. We lived in a cool apartment in Redondo Beach, I worked at Radar Systems Group, Hughes Aircraft Co. in El Segundo. His mom was a homemaker. I drove Junior and his Mom to the hospital in a '63 Impala SS that I had bought for that purpose. So that makes Junior a Beach Boy. Round, round, get around, I get around. My side of town- I'm a real cool head- making real good bread... That was a long time ago in a Galaxy far far away. So it goes.


Wednesday, September 14, 2005


It's 6:35 a.m. We had a thunderstorm last night and Patrick climbed into bed with Junior.

Junior and I were watching the John Locke episode of Lost, "Walkabout", yesterday and I asked him if he knew why Locke's boss was being so mean and nasty to him, putting him down and trying to make him feel bad in front of his friend. He may have thought I was asking in reference to a plot theory, so replied "No." I had to warn him that in his life, unfortunately, he will most likely meet many people who will be mean to him for no apparent reason other than they like to inflict pain on others for their own amusement. Life is hard, and then you die. Junior will be twenty-one years old tomorrow. In his short life so far, He has seen his share of heartbreak, much more than anyone should have to endure. So it goes. He is a very good son, I wouldn't change a thing about him. -30-

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


It's 6:51 a.m., hazy out at 63 degrees, and Earthdog Patrick is on the side porch with hookie.

While reviewing episode three of LOST yesterday, I noticed that in the scene where Locke is on his bed in his apartment talking to Helen on the phone, in the foreground is a table. On this table, you can see a toaster with toast in it, a styrofoam food container, a plate with part of a sandwich, a jar of Peanut butter? and various other in-process stuff. Prominent on the table is a


Now what's up with that? This falls into my theory that the hatch is part of an elaborate deep ground fall-out/ bomb shelter built during the early part of the cold war. Those geiger counters would be part of the standard issue equipment-- which leads to the speculation that Locke has a prior connection to the Island....After all, he is living his "walkabout" on the island and he seems to be tuned into what the island is all about. Hmmm????

Monday, September 12, 2005

Here comes da Judge!

It's 5:37 a.m. , the Colts won, it's dark out, predicted to get to 92 degrees today, and Patrick downstairs is playing video games with Junior.

Judge Roberts goes to the Hill today where the DemLibs will begin their silly inquisition. If he's qualified, and has a clear record, he should be confirmed right? Instead they are going to try to expose his Pro-American views which they consider evil, to try to discredit him. Bush won the election, he gets to nominate the judges, boys. They still can't get over the fact that they don't control things any more. They will try to show he is against all the things they are for, like: Baby killing, completing the socialization of our government, destroying our right to keep and bear arms, destroying capitalism, etc. that they want to achieve thru judges that ignore the Constitution and write their own laws from the bench. Will they turn it into a circus featuring their vile hatred of all things American? Tune in to see, folks..

P.S. The pioneering ABC Sports Commentator, Chris Schenkle, died yesterday, a local boy from Bippus, (The nearest town to here) who made good. He was the first Olympics Sports Anchor and the first to broadcast a college football game coast to coast. Time marches on. -30-

Sunday, September 11, 2005


It's 6:43 a.m., cloudy and 63 degrees out and patrick's on the side porch.

Steve Spurrier's Gamecocks came oh-so-close to upsetting a ninth ranked Georgia team between the hedges...While at Florida Steve had beaten the Bulldogs something like 10-1, and on one occasion ran the score up over fifty points. The Dawgs finally get their revenge, almost. It looks like Spurrier may be able to achieve what Lou Holtz couldn't--but it's still early..Spurrier may be the man to be reckoned with again in the SEC--but, look out stevie-boy: We got Urben Meyer! We'll see, We'll see...Methinks Florida's new coach may have been holding something back against LaTEch yesterday, in preparation for Tennessee which in recent years seems to have eclipsed Georgia as Florida's Number Two Must win opponent every year. Tennessee has had two weeks to prep for the Florida game next weekend, so no excuses. Rock On, Gator Nation!!!

With losses this week by Ohio State (Texas) and Michigan (Notre Dame), Florida may move up in the rankings even further than they should.... -30-

Saturday, September 10, 2005


It's 5:27 a.m. and Patrick is outside.

I see FEMA has cancelled their incredibly stupid $2,000 debit card fiasco after distributing only a few thousand. Yeah, that's really fair...

We have seen Samuel L. Jackson, the negro actor, making the talk show circuit to hawk his latest movie. Also being shown besides a scene from his movie is an old TV commercial he made for Krystal.He has a line that goes something like this:" It's the little cooked onions that makes them so good." Krystal is a clone of White Casdtle, only a notch more classy. The only difference I could ever see was that Krystal kept their mini-burgers on the grill while White Castle stored them in a drawer, The burgers were (are) tiny little square things served on a dinner roll. I was a shift manager at the Krystal in Clearwater one summer during my stint at the University of Florida, and many adventures were crammed into those four months. I'd planned to share a few with you, but that will have to wait, I just don't feel good enough to continue right now. Oh, well.

Friday, September 09, 2005

WHERE'S MY $2,000???

It's 6:27 a.m . 66 degrees out and foggy. Patrick's outside.

I've been fighting a fairly severe sinus infection for the last three days. First I've had in over three years. And I want to know when by $2,000 debit card is going to arrive in the mail from the Federal Government. Now, I'm all for giving the Katrina refugees food, water, shelter, clothing, help in relocating, help finding jobs etc. But a $2,000 debit card? What's that all about? I've been unemployed. I've been homeless. I've had my mortgage foreclosed, twice. I've had two ex-wives unfairly take my accumulated life savings to date. I've been bilked out of huge sums of money by unscrupulous greedy relatives. I could go on. Nobody gave me money but friends, and I paid it back. These refugees are colored welfare recipient renters for the most part, and didn't have much to lose to begin with. But that $2,000 dole is politically motivated stupid idea. The majority of them will spend it on drugs, beer, wine,lottery tickets and Popeye Chicken and within a few weeks, it's be gone, with nothing to show for it but the sneakers. Sorry, but that's the way it is. REAL dumb use of my tax dollars. Better to spend that money on training them for jobs or getting them off dope or paying their rent ahead in a project... My name is Earl and that's what I think.

Thursday, September 08, 2005


iT'S 5:44 A.M. 65 degrees, dark and Patrick Patrick got up and crawled into bed with Junior.

The only Indian artifacts I ever found, numbered three: a shard of pottery I found in Florida out in the woods, in my youth, near a neatly excavated square hole in the ground that consisted basically of discarded crushed oyster shells mixed with fishbones (an ancient dump) and the two I found in the last several years here in Indiana. The first was a very nice banded slate pendant, butterfly shaped ,with hole drilled in the middle, of a common type, but it's broken in half. Found it out in the field behind the barn. And my very first arrowhead, a very small flint head, found not far from the kennels, probably used for birds, and again broken. I don't know if it was broken during the knapp or broken when it it hit some game. I like to think it provided some young Indian boy with his supper, a couple of hundred years ago. Every year I walk the fields after plowing and after rain storms, but that's all so far... except for a few pieces of worked flint, it that counts... So it goes. PS: (There is no pottery to be found in the ground in Indiana, has something to do with the climate, they disintegrate...) PPS If I see one more black Louisianna hurricane victim on TV complaining because the Federal Teat got ripped out of their mouth for a few days, I think my head will explode!!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


It's 5:48, 58 degrees, dark out and Patrick's on the side porch.

Today we will initiate our Top Ten Sexiest Actresses List (All Time) and the Current List which may change from month to month, as new talent emerges. The Current List is derived from a computer driven formula that makes the BCXS system primative. The Lists are based on our opinion of Lovliness and Sex Appeal only, their idiotic political views are not taken into account. Drum Roll please: ( You younger whipper snappers won't even know a bunch of these:


OK, now for the current list:


UP and COMMER: Evangelista Lilly


As you can see, there is only one Actress on the All-time list, who is on the Current list, Jon Voight's daughter, Academy Award winning actress, Angeliana Jolie.

That's the way I see it.

Post Script: On a realated matter,, Terry Quinn is the only actor to appear as a recurring character on the Two BEST science Fiction TV shows of the last 15 years: Earth2 and LOST.

God Bless Maynard G. Krebbs from The Many Lives of Dobie Gillis, Dwayne Hickman's classic show. One of the few actors on TV to create two personality cult figures, The beatnik Sidekick and the Little Buddy, beloved Gilliagan. Died yestserday at age 70. So it goes.


Tuesday, September 06, 2005


It is 5:48 a.m., 68 degrees out, dark and Patrick is on the side porch.

The seventh President I saw was George Herbert Walker Bush. He came to Huntington, where I was living at the time, with hometown boy, Dan Quail to kickoff his campaign for President, so he was VP at the time. They came to the Courthouse, and I took Junior and held him on my shoulder, and we took the camcorder and recorded the event. There were snipers (ours) on the rooftops and they had their special black limos with them. So this must have been in 1988. So that completes my presidential encounters. I missed Johnson, Carter and Clinton. It's too late to complete the collection of all the presidents in my lifetime as Johnson is dead. Maybe I'll see Carter at Wal*Mart, who knows? As for Clinton, I wouldn't cross the street to spit on him if he was on fire. He was and remains a disgrace, with a stain (pun intended) that he will never be able to wash out...And that's the way it is.

P.S. Just when you thought the Democrats could stoop no lower, they somehow manage to outdo themselves, trying to politicize the botched Rescue response to Hurricane Katrina. They are vile and lacking souls. I never thought I would want the honest Democrats of the 60's to return, but at least they had a vision for the country, no matter how misguided, and were true to their beliefs, not like these hipocritical power hungry undead that control the party today, willing to do or say anything , no matter how much it harms the country, just to satisfy their immoral lust for power...Yes I called them undead. To me they are like the mindless zombies, pale with sunken eyes, that you see in the movies, jerkedly walking lockstep toward lunacy and insanity. And the regular Americans who sheepishly follow them-- are they hypnotized, bloody ignorant, retarded or what? It's bizzarre. How do you really feel, Stephen?

PPs --Both national and local MSM anchors are talking about something they call "Chief Justice of the Supreme Court"--no such thing. I'm pretty sure they are referring to the post of "Chief Justice of the United States". Scary that these idiots provide our FACTS, huh?


Monday, September 05, 2005


It's 5:35 a.m., dark out and Patrick got up and crawled into bed with Junior.

The greatest President of the United States, head and shoulders above the rest, was Thomas Jefferson, in my book. He would hold the top spot, if he had done nothing other than write the Declaration of Independence. JFK said, at a white house dinner for Nobel prize winners, "This room has never seen a more brilliant assemblage of men, with perhaps the exception of when Jefferson dined alone," or words to that effect. Next on my list of Greatest Americans would be George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, Robert E. Lee, Thomas Edison and Ronald Reagan. I really think he was of Rushmore quality. He may have been the most popular President of all time, including FDR. He brought us hope, won the Cold War, and made us proud to be Americans. He was truly inspiring. I saw him on his second election night, November 1984 at the Century Plaza Hotel, when he took to the mic and extended a few remarks to the jubilous crowd.. .Al had wrangled some tickets, since he had worked in the campaign (In one of the most coincidental periods of my life, My high School buddy and best friend, Al Reamon, was working as a member of the Technical Staff at the Space Group of Hughes Aircraft in El Segundo and I was Project Manager on a Project at Radar Systems Group at Hughes not an eight of a mile away). . It was one of several Victory Celebrations being held around the city that Ron and Nancy visited as a way of thanking their supporters and campaign workers. There was more love and Pariotism in that room than I've ever witnessed up to that time or ever since. And that's the way it was. Reagon bought this foundering Republic to it's finest hour and extended it's life cycle by many decades.



It's 5:35 a.m., dark out and Patrick got up and crawled into bed with Junior.

The greatest President of the United States, head and shoulders above the rest, was Thomas Jefferson, in my book. He would hold the top spot, if he had done nothing other than write the Declaration of Independence. JFK said, at a white house dinner for Nobel prize winners, "This room has never seen a more brilliant assemblage of men, with perhaps the exception of when Jefferson dined alone," or words to that effect. Next on my list of Greatest Americans would be George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, Robert E. Lee, Thomas Edison and Ronald Reagan. I really think he was of Rushmore quality. He may have been the most popular President of all time, including FDR. He brought us hope, won the Cold War, and made us proud to be Americans. He was truly inspiring. I saw him on his second election night, November 1984 at the Century Plaza Hotel, when he took to the mic and extended a few remarks to the jubilous crowd.. .Al had wrangled some tickets, since he had worked in the campaign (In one of the most coincidental periods of my life, My high Sschool buddy and best friend, Al Reamon, was working as a member of the Technical Staff at the Space Group of Hughes Aircraft in El Segundo and I was Project Manager on a Project at Radar Systems Group at Hughes not an eight of a mile away). . It was one of several Victory Celebrations being held around the city that Ron and Nancy visited as a way of thanking their supporters and campaign workers. There was more love and Pariotism in that room than I've ever witnessed up to that time or ever since. And that's the way it was. Reagon bought this foundering Republic to it's finest hour and extended it's life cycle by many decades.


Sunday, September 04, 2005


It's 7:20 a.m. Patricks on the front porch and its hot and sunny this Sunday morning.

The Gators won their first game under Urban Meyer , beating the Wyoming Cowboys 32 to 14. The had the 23 point spread covered, but not for long. Leak did great, breaking the passing record for completions in a row, held by Spurrier. Speaking of Traitor Steve, he won his first game at Caroina, but just barely. The Gators didn't look good, mishandling the ball too many times. They had negative yards rushing for the first half. Why these pre-season idiots consistently rank them too high is beyond me, considering the Gators propensity to under-achieve. We're number ten, with a bullet, hopefully...Oklahoma took a dive to TCU and underdog Notre Dame creamed Pitt with their new coach. The Zookster won in overtime. Our favorite TEam: Go Gators. Our second favorite team: Whoevers playing South Carolina. If we lose every other game this year, including FSU, the one win we must have is against the old Ball Coach. And tht's the way it is.


Saturday, September 03, 2005


It's 4:32 a.m., dark out 65 degrees and Patrick jumped into bed with Junior.

Today is the Gators' first game, against Wyoming, so I'm too excited to blog. Watched rerun of Ken Jennings losing on Jeopardy. He didn't know the final question, what employer has 70,000 seasonal white collar employees (H&R Block) , that all America knew, but he didn't and answered "Fed Ex". But he walked away with his 15 minutes of fame, and two and a half million bucks. So it goes... -30-

Friday, September 02, 2005


It's 5:17 a.m. It's 57 degrees out. Junior put Patrick out, we're going to watch a few episodes of Earth2 on DVD.

I'm in the process of metal detecting the premises. Spend about 15 minutes each morning. There's an incredible amount of junk metal in the ground. The cats follow me around as I do it. Yesterday, found my first worthwhile object-- a dog tag. Don't laugh, these are very collectible!There is a market! The one I found was made in the shape of a dog's head and read: " INDIANA, DOG TAX 1940 " and a number. Unfortunately, sixty five years in the ground has left in pretty poor condition. I estimate, were I to put it in my shop, as they say on Roadshow, or at auction, or for insurance purposes, that its value is, conservativly, NEGATIVE FORTY FIVE CENTS! So it goes. Still looking for that elusive first silver coin...

Thursday, September 01, 2005

THE $64,000.00 QUESTION

It's 4:24 a.m. dark out and 64 degrees. Patrick is downstairs playing video games with Junior.

Last night I saw a re-run of Ken Jennings going over the two million dollar mark on Jeopardy. I ran the topic "ships" with him. Reminds me of sometime in the seventies when we used to keep score for ourselves and I won the Jeopardy college championship. Of course, it's easier at home because you don't have to beat somebody's reaction time with that stupid signaling device. I always hate to see some poor bastard holding his buzzar aloft madly click-click-clicking it, while the other players calmly get buzzed in. I wonder if some poor slob hasn't ever (edited out) banged his buzzer on the podium and declared "this damned thing isn't working!" I know that I can click my TV remote sometimes a dozen times at the TV and nothing happens, then give it a sharp rap on the table and lo and behold it works the very next click. It's what I like to call the "fonzie Effect", heh, heh.

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