The Egyptians didn't get a plague of stupid.
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Took look at Balkan Insights to see if there would be a day without accusing Serbs of war crimes.
“Two Serb Ex-Fighters Fail to Appear for Bosnian War Hearings.” A defense attorney said neither the accused nor representatives had received notice of the summons, but, hey, they’re Serbs and lying anyway.
Friday is on Farm Road 1280 nine miles northwest of Groveton in northwestern Trinity County.
It was established around the time of the Civil War and was originally known as Ellis Prairie, after Benjamin B. Ellis, who received the area as a land grant in 1839.
A school, also known as Ellis Prairie, was in operation by 1884. In 1903, when a post office was established, the name was changed to Friday. By 1914 the community had a general store, a cotton gin, and a gristmill.
Many residents moved away during the 1930s, but in 1947 Friday still had a store, a post office, and an estimated population of fifty.
The post office continued to operate until 1955, when the mail was sent to Groveton. In the early 1990s Friday was a dispersed community with a store, a community center, a cemetery, and a number of houses.
The population in 1990 was forty-one. In 2000 it had grown to ninety-nine.
(Article paragraphed for easier reading.)
From 45 people to 99 in 10 years? That is real growth for a small town that is out there.
You might wonder why Ellis Prairie became Friday. So did I. Google doesn’t supply any other information.
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Every household burnt coal … The smoke from their chimneys made the air dark, covering every surface with sooty grime. There were days when a cloud of smoke half a mile high and twenty miles wide could be seen over the city … Londoners spat black.
In towns in the eighteenth century, the city ditches, now often filled with stagnant water, were commonly used as latrines; butchers killed animals in their shops and threw the offal of the carcasses into the streets; dead animals were left to decay and fester where they lay; latrine pits were dug close to wells, thus contaminating the water supply. Decomposing bodies of the rich in burial vaults beneath the church often stank out parson and congregation.
A “special problem” in London, Stone wrote, was the “poor holes” or “large, deep, open pits in which were laid the bodies of the poor, side by side, row by row. Only when the pit was filled with bodies was it finally covered with earth.” As one contemporary writer, whom Stone quotes, observed, “How noisome the stench is that arises from these holes.” Furthermore, “great quantities of human excrement were cast into the streets at night … It was also dumped into on the surrounding highways and ditches so that visitors to or from the city ‘are forced to stop their noses to avoid the ill smell.’”
The result of these primitive sanitary conditions was constant outbursts of bacterial stomach infections, the most fearful of all being dysentery, which swept away many victims of both sexes and of all ages within a few hours or days. Stomach disorders of one kind or another where chronic, due to poorly balanced diet among the rich, and the consumption of rotten and insufficient food among the poor.
“Paris is a horrible place and ill smelling. The streets are so mephitic that one cannot linger there because of the stench of rotting meat and fish and because of a crowd of people who urinate in the streets.”
Henry Mayhew, an English social researcher and journalist, found that the Thames contained "ingredients from breweries, gasworks, and chemical and mineral manufactories; dead dogs, cats, and kittens, fats, offal from slaughterhouses; street-pavement dirt of every variety; vegetable refuse; stable-dung; the refuse of pig-styes; night-soil; ashes; tin kettles and pans … broken stoneware, jars, pitchers, flower-pots, etc.; pieces of wood; rotten mortar and rubbish of different kinds."
Friday, August 28, 2020
ALEX: We'll be fighting out of our league.
AMOS (Pauses while loading weapons): It's been that way since men sharpened sticks and went after a lion.
Amos is a situational realist. Situational reality has nothing to do with situational morality. Amos recognizes morality. He also realizes when certain situations require actions of specific reality.
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Monday, August 24, 2020
“This is another incidence where you just should have left,” Judd said. “But when you came back to the house that’s not your home, and you tried to break in to get a girlfriend who didn't want to go with you, and you’re shot and killed while breaking into the house with a tire iron, that was a bad choice. And it’s the last bad choice he’ll make.” – Polk County Sheriff Grady Judd
Link at maggiesfarm.
Herbert Croly, founding editor of the New Republic, gushed over the ‘élan of Italian nationalism which…would enable Italians to master themselves through a renewal of moral vision’. He called fascism ‘a political experiment which aroused in a whole nation an increased moral energy and dignified its activities by subordinating them to a deeply felt common purpose’.
Arnold Toynbee, the influential world historian, interviewed the Führer in 1936 and reported being ‘convinced of his sincerity in desiring peace in Europe’.
Jerome Davis, a famed Yale Divinity School theologian, thought ‘it would be an error to consider the Soviet leader a willful man who believes in forcing his ideas upon others’.
John K. Fairbank, Harvard’s dean of American China scholars, asserted that ‘the Maoist revolution is on the whole the best thing that happened to the Chinese people in centuries,’ and concluded that Mao’s China ‘is much more our friend than our enemy. It is peculiarly self-absorbed and nonaggressive abroad.’
Edward Said, a university professor at Columbia, said the Palestinian leader ‘made the PLO a genuinely representative body’.
Richard Falk, a Princeton political scientist, judged that the Iranian ayatollah had created ‘a new model of popular revolution, based for the most part on non-violent tactics’. He went on to conclude that ‘Iran may yet provide us with a desperately needed model of human governance for a third-world country’.
Acclaimed novelist Norman Mailer flattered his Cuban host with ‘you were the first and greatest hero to appear in the world since the Second War…you are the answer to the argument…that revolutions cannot last, that they turn corrupt or total or they eat their own.’
University of Chicago historian Bruce Cumings depicts the North Korean dictator as ‘a homebody who doesn’t socialize much, doesn’t drink much and works at home in his pajamas… He most enjoys tinkering with his many music boxes, sitting on the floor… He is prudish and shy, and like most Korean fathers, hopelessly devoted to his son.’
RALEIGH, N.C. (WNCN) – Four teens, including a juvenile, have been arrested and charged in connection with the murder of a 17-year-old girl who was found dead in a car outside a Raleigh Bojangle’s last weekend.
Police said Tuesday night that three teens, Keyshara Michelle Deans, 19, Nezyiha Zamir Collins, 19, and Tyreek Qumay Rodgers, 18, were all arrested and charged with accessory after the fact to murder.
Link at knuckledraggin.
The number of those moving outside of New York City is up 50 percent.
It certainly didn’t start out this way. In mid-March, when the grim realities of Covid-19 became clear, moving companies braced for a slow season. “Right in the beginning, we weren’t sure if we were allowed to work, and a lot of businesses were in limbo,” said Daniel Norber, the owner of Imperial Movers, based in the West Village. “Everyone was wondering if they should close shop.”
Link at knuckledraggin.
Saturday, August 22, 2020
Also, directions on making beer 5,000 years ago
“A clay tablet inscribed with one of the first known proper names in history sold at auction last month for £175,000 ($229,000). The 3×3-inch baked clay tablet dates to around 3100 B.C. and is engraved in the archaic Sumerian pictographic script dubbed Uruk III. It was kept in the archive of the Temple of Inanna in Uruk in what is now southern Iraq, one of 77 pictographic tablets found there that were written by the same hand.
“The topic of this administrative record is beer production. … Taking receipt of the beer was one Kushim, represented by the symbols ‘KU’ and ‘SIM’ written in the upper left above the vessel with the barley sheaf.
Friday, August 21, 2020
Got a post from something called Texas Change telling me it is time to register to vote. It wouldn’t do any good to reply that the last time I voted in Texas was 2004. I’ve voted in Arkansas two elections and one in Florida since then. Besides, I am perfectly satisfied with Texas government right now and don’t see any reason to change anything. Maybe Texas Change can get a contract to pick up mail-in ballots when Blue states decide that is the way to win elections. If, say, California allows out-of-state pickup.
“Democracy died a little this week after the Washington Post allowed pro-President Trump campaign ads to appear on its website, according to distraught members of the press.”
“No, [Washington Post], no, no NO. How dare you?”
“I just retweeted people in a half-dozens languages across the world expressing their shock at what the [Washington Post] did this morning. This harms the reputation of an institution we deeply depend upon.”
“And they let Trump shit on the pages of the [Washington Post] and its journalism throughout. Shameful. This bilious insult to democracy darkens The Post's home page four times. Democracy dies in darkness, indeed.”
Newspapers not in the business of making money are also known as “failures.” Freedom of the press Belongs to the owner of the press. The Washington Post is “an institution we deeply depend on.” For giving you the news with which you agree, right?
I have a picture of people throwing their toys across offices and yelling, “I’m going to hold my breath until I die!” Go ahead. We’ll wait.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
‘Woman hit in head in shootout between 2 cars on U.S. 41 in Bradenton, deputies say’
This is a first, an amazing incident, never before witnessed in the history of mankind or car-kind. Two cars were in a shootout.
A radial engine airplane flew over a few minutes ago.
Radial engine airplanes are a rarity these days. Beginning about 78 years ago, though, the rumble of radial engines filled the skies of Florida. And in-line engines as well.
There is something about a radial engine, though, that immediately says “power.” Like a Harley starting up or rumbling past you on a highway, versus a dirt-bike yun-yun-yunning past.
The driver of an in-line airplane would wear a silk scarf. His airplane is a sports car.
The pilot of a radial engine airplane knows he has a workhorse, an aircraft that is more likely to get him there and back. B-17, B-25, B-29, Grumman naval fighters, Douglas dive bombers. Those airplanes worked for a living.
In World War II, the Army Air Force operated almost 30 major air fields in Florida, training gunners, navigators, mechanics, bombardiers and pilots. The AAF also flew anti-submarine patrols over the Western Atlantic, the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico.
Naval air stations did the same work, training air crews and support personnel, flying anti-submarine missions over the same waters.
Texas had its share of AAF fields and naval stations as well.
A friend here was born because his mother and his father were both stationed in Galveston.
John’s father was from Boston, Mass., his mother from Texarkana, Ark. His father taught aerial gunnery; his mother was in the Women’s Army Corps. John’s father had been wounded while flying as a tail gunner with a bomber squadron in the 8th Air Force out of England. When recuperated, he was sent to Galveston.
John said he spent several summers at his grandmother’s farm just outside Texarkana. That is why John has more sense than most Yankees. For a few months of several summers, he got out of Massachusetts.
Keep ‘em flying.
About 200 crows just flew over the house, headed from northwest to southeast. The birds were in nothing that could be called a formation, like more sensible ducks and geese use.
On any given day, we will see a half dozen crows, each in its own tree, watching, occasionally giving the “I’m still here, don’t see anything bad” sentry call.
Two hundred, though, that is a lot of crows. And only a few are talking.
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Gives an idea of a depth charge. Lots of pressure.
“The one Bronx neighborhood, which is residential but has many small businesses on the main thoroughfare, did not suffer the riots, looting, arson, and violence that have been prevalent in cities and towns across America. When Antifa came for it, the Italians, Irish, and Albanians, armed with pistols, rifles, baseball bats, swords, and knives, merged onto the main thoroughfare, blocking it and other tertiary streets. Faced with armed resistance, Antifa's forces were compelled to accept who and what they are, a band of spoiled white college kids who like to break things, play dress-up, and pretend they are a force to be reckoned with.”
“When they are destroying property with no repercussions, they are big and bold, empowered by ‘woke muscles.’ Yet when they meet people who are willing to fight to protect family, property, and livelihoods, they are nothing more than cowardly brats pretending to be bigger and badder than they are.”
Link at knuckledraggin.
…buy body armor instead.
By Dean Balsamini
With bullets flying over Broadway, New Yorkers are buying up bulletproof vests.
Midtown dealer Brad Pedell — who runs 221B Tactical — claims sales of body armor are up 80 percent this year compared with 2019 due to the “unrest” in the city and nationwide.
“You wouldn’t believe the people who call up and say, ‘I’m scared,'” Pedell told The Post. He said most buyers are from the Bronx and Brooklyn, where shootings have skyrocketed.
Even The Amazing Kreskin has body protection.
He said he purchased a “high-priced, well-designed” vest from Pedell last year for peace of mind after learning he was being stalked by a crazed fan.
The 85-year-old NJ resident … told The Post he would “absolutely” don his vest if he comes to the Big Apple.
“I love the city, but you can no longer feel at home and comfortable with a degree of safety,” Kreskin said.
(How long before Mayor Bill de Blasio decides to announce a special tax on body armor?)
Link at knuckledraggin.
Link at knuckledraggin.
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
My mother always gave her birthplace as Tree, Louisiana. The internet has no such place, but does have a Trees, in Caddo Parrish. A Louisiana genealogy site says the town was first named Trees City, after J.C. Trees Oil Co.
“The company’s headquarters was moved to Oil City in 1983 – and I mean that literally. The building that once housed the company’s headquarters now sits in Oil City.”
That would make sense in my mother’s birth and early years. Her father worked in oil fields in Louisiana before moving to Texas and taking up sharecropping. He and my mother’s mother later bought their own land a couple of miles northwest of Maud, Texas. My mother said she chopped (hoed) cotton and picked cotton. It was not a pleasant pastime. Chopping was an all-day affair or more, depending on the size of the cotton field. Chopping cotton was a summertime job, going up and down rows and rows of cotton plants, chopping out grass between rows. Northeast Texas grows good grass and lots of it in spring and summer.
Picking cotton was done in the fall, my mother said. She had a cotton sack, longer than she was, and she was a tall woman. Pickers would drag the sack down the rows, bent over at the waist, pulling bolls from the plant and putting the bolls in the sack. It sounds like one of those jobs you stand at the beginning of a row and look down the row and just say, “Lord, how much do you expect of me?”
Pickers emptied their sacks into a wagon with slatted sides or chicken wire sides. A wagon held enough cotton to make a bale. A bale weighed 500 pounds when the cotton was cleaned and compressed at the local gin. I would guess my mother started picking cotton in 1931, when she was 10 years old. Cotton that year priced at 5.66 cents a pound. 1932 price was 6.52 cents, and 10.17 cents in 1933. Highest-ever price before then was 35.34 cents a pound in 1919. Cotton would not hit that price again until 1973, at 44.6 cents a pound. Even during World War II, the highest cotton price was 22.52 cents a pound in 1945.
Trees is now listed as a populated place. The settlement is across Caddo Lake from Oil City.
It’s pronounced Pal-uh-steen in Texas and reportedly is named after Palestine, Illinois. The Wikipedia entry for the Illinois city does not give a pronunciation.
The Texas town is county seat for Anderson County. The estimated population for 2019 was 17,730. The city is 65 percent white and 25 percent black. For every 100 women 18 and over, there are 78 men. About 21 percent of the population lives below the federal poverty line.
Palestine was named by Daniel Parker, who lived and preached in Virginia, Tennessee, Indiana and Illinois before moving to Texas in 1834. Parker and many other Baptists objected to the establishment of a national Baptist organization, saying such organization “violated the right or government of the Church of Christ in forming themselves into a body and acting without of the union." Parker is considered one of the more important frontier preachers in Texas.
He was a brother of John Parker and an uncle of Cynthia Ann Parker, who was kidnapped by Comanche raiders at Fort Parker in Limestone County on May 19, 1836. Cynthia Ann later became the wife of Peta Necona and had three children by him, including Quanah Parker, the last war chief of the Comanche.
Monday, August 17, 2020
In Portland and Seattle, especially, gangs stop traffic, drag out drivers and passengers, throw them the ground and beat them.
Mayors and governors do nothing, except handicap their police and demand President Trump give them blank checks.
The author calls one Portland beating “the official Reginald Denny moment of 2020.” The beating of the man and the woman was nowhere near the intensity or damaging as perpetrated on the truck driver in East LA in 1991. Of course, if you are on the receiving end, there is no measurement. The man and the woman were beaten because they were in BLM’s self-designated hood, they were white, and they were in a pickup.
In April 1968, President Lyndon Johnson sent the Army into every city undergoing riots. Johnson was a Democrat. Now, President Trump even mentions consideration of using federal forces, Democrats go bat-spit crazy.
Bat-crazy Democrats should surprise no one. Democrats see riots, looting, beating of bystanders as expressions of disappointment by the downtrodden. You don’t get any crazier than that.
Well, maybe in one respect: Democrats believe riots, burnings, looting and beatings will cause middle-class voters to see things their way. That is crazy.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Attributed to Frederick the Great and Napoleon I.
From operational report, 266th Supply and Services Battalion (DS), period ending 31 October 1968.
Bakery output September 1968. Loaves produced, 473,166. Loaves issued, 480,566. Magic ovens?
“On 24 August 1968 the battalion assumed the mission of delivering 10,000 gallons of MOGAS daily for commercial vehicles operated by Equipment Incorporated and Philco Ford.”
One battalion delivering 10,000 gallons of gasoline each day to contractors.
The goal of the ruling class is “to erase the last four years and the 2016 election as if they never happened. If think-tank conservatives want above all to get into a DeLorean and go back to 1985, the ruling class wants to cram America into a Prius and force us back to 2015. And then resume the trajectory the country had been on back then, i.e., the road to woke managerial tyranny.”
Link at americandigest.
Think of John Bolton, who said he expected Trump to install a “traditional Republican administration.” Was Bolton so dense that he wasn’t paying attention? More likely, his statements, so lauded and applauded by conservative press and TV, were empty of true belief in anything but government as before. Bolton is the personification of a DC swamp dweller. He said the words with which we deplorables agreed, but he meant none of them. The author is wrong in saying the new Republican Party must move at least slightly left. That is like saying Republicans must compromise with Democrats. No.
“I thought it was a joke that Antifa was planning to go to Sturgis. I mean, who could be that dumb? We have them on video.”
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Or, the real reasons Anglo-Saxons hated the Danes (Vikings)
"One thirteenth century chronicle attributed a slaughter of Danes by Anglo-Saxons in 1002 to the former’s irresistibility to the latter’s spouses: ‘The Danes made themselves too acceptable to English women by their elegant manners and their care of their person. They combed their hair daily, according to the custom of their country, and took a bath every Saturday, and even changed their clothing frequently, and improved the beauty of their bodies with many such trifles, by which means they undermined the chastity of wives.’” – Erik Wade at maggiesfarm.
The killing and plundering might have something to do with Anglo-Saxon/Viking dislike as well.
Friday, August 14, 2020
Years later, my wife said, “I like your stories, but do you have to use that language?”
I said, “It’s the language we used.”
She said, “Nobody I know uses that language. It exhibits a limited vocabulary.”
“There were times,” I said, “when our vocabulary was very limited.”
It wasn’t worth explaining.
See, everything was time-oriented. Today counted, and nothing else. Yesterday didn’t matter, because it was gone. Tomorrow wasn’t yet here. Today counted -- right now counted, not the next minute, because you never knew what the next minute would bring. You didn’t think about the next minute; you thought about where your foot was now, where your eyes looked now. You thought about where you were, not in some abstract geo-political sense, but where you physically were. You certainly didn’t think about home. Home didn’t matter. Home was a place you remembered only when time came to stop walking. Home was a place not in reality. Home was a dream, a thing conjured in the night, but never during the day. Reality was where you were. Reality was here.
Limited vocabulary was part of the time-orientation. There was not time to explain things, so we shortened everything. Anything could be, and was, a motherfucker or a variation of the word. Motherfucking gooks. Motherfucking choppers’re late again. Motherfucking coffee was cold. Motherfucking Claymore took Charlie out, Man. Wizard’n his gun, Man, he sat down on that motherfucking trigger, wasted some gooks. I told the motherfucker, Man. I told him, watch where you put your feet. Motherfucker didn’t listen.
I can sum up the whole thing in two words -- Fuckin shit. The war and everything that went with it -- Fuckin shit.
The days that were hot and wet, or hot and dry; the people you associated with, lived with, slept with, drank beer with; the gooks you killed because they were trying to kill you; the bush, the hills, mud and rain; dust that curled up, over your boots and into your face when you walked; the food they gave you to eat; the rifle or machine gun or grenade launcher you carried and the ammunition for the weapon, and, god knows, if you had more strength, you would carry more ammunition. All of that -- Fuckin shit.
See how easy it is?
But even in that one phrase, there are different degrees, differing aspects of emphasis. Say you been humpin the bush two weeks, wearing the same clothes, the only thing you’ve changed is your socks, put on a dry pair, let the wet ones dry out, and the LT says resupply choppers are coming in, bringing new uniforms, but when the choppers get there, all they drop off is hot chow in mermite cans and more ammunition. You haul the mermite cans from the choppers, go back and pick up heavy wooden boxes of ammunition and hand grenades, there are no big cardboard boxes with clean uniforms, clean socks.
Somebody gets a letter from his girl back home, she says it isn’t the same anymore, he’s so far away, and what’s a girl supposed to do, stay home every Friday night and Saturday night? She’s still young, she has a life to live, and she knows he’ll understand. The guy who gets that letter, does one of two things: He goes off by himself, and maybe you hear him say, very quietly -- Fuckin shit; or he picks up his helmet and throws it as hard as he can, as far as he can – Fuck-in shit!
Limited vocabulary. Right.
Like how ham and lima beans got its other name. (Ham and lima beans is a C-ration “Main Course Meal” and comes in a green can, a can smaller than a No. 303 can, and nobody eats the stuff. Nobody. Tastes like shit, and there’s way too much salt.) How ham and lima beans got its other name, and you have to think Black on this one: A Brother comes in off some shit detail -- even in the bush somebody gets a shit detail. Choppers came in an hour before and dropped off three days’ worth of C-rations, but by the time the Brother gets to the cases, everything is shit-scattered, boxes not picked up and burned, the steel wire that wrapped the cases thrown everywhich way. It’s near dark, just enough light to see, if you bend over and look at the boxes remaining. The Brother does that, bends over and rummages through the boxes, reading the labels, going from broken case to broken case, picking up box after box, and he finds the same thing in every case, and he stands up and says, “Ham and motherfuckers. Nothin but ham and motherfuckers.” And then: “Fuckin shit.”
In a blow to one of Gov. Gavin Newsom’s signature gun-control laws, the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals on Friday overturned California’s ban on high-capacity ammunition magazines.
“Even well-intentioned laws must pass constitutional muster,” appellate Judge Kenneth Lee wrote on behalf of two of the three judges on the panel. “California’s near-categorical ban of (large-capacity magazines) strikes at the core of the Second Amendment, the right to armed self-defense. Armed self-defense is a fundamental right rooted in tradition and the text of the Second Amendment.”
At a press conference Friday, Newsom said he expects the state ban to survive, since local government restrictions on high-capacity magazines have overcome previous legal challenges.
So the gov believes that while a state ban is unconstitutional, local government bans somehow will be ruled okay. More California dreaming there, Gavin.
Don’t step too far away from the house.
Tennessee man finds, removes game cameras installed by state agency, arrested in full-blown raid.
Link at knuckledraggin.
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
and be looking for a home. Whoever controls this blog stuff has changed everything, making the layout as ugly and as user unfriendly as possible.
They are not doing anyone any favors. Like civilian and military bureaucrats, the unknown THEY are changing things simply because THEY have the power to do so.
April 25, 1976
By Rick Monday
In between the top and bottom of the fourth inning, I was just getting loose in the outfield, throwing the ball back and forth. was in left field and I was in center. I don't know if I heard the crowd first or saw the guys first, but two people ran on the field. After a number of years of playing, when someone comes on the field, you don't know what's going to happen. Is it because they had too much to drink? Is it because they're trying to win a bet? Is it because they don't like you or do they have a message that they're trying to present?
When these two guys ran on the field, something wasn't right. And it wasn't right from the standpoint that one of them had something cradled under his arm. It turned out to be an American flag. They came from the left-field corner, went past to shallow left-center field.
That's when I saw the flag. They unfurled it as if it was a picnic blanket. They knelt beside it, not to pay homage but to harm it as one of the guys was pulling out of his pocket somewhere a big can of lighter fluid. He began to douse it.
What they were doing was wrong then, in 1976. In my mind, it's wrong now, in 2006. It's the way I was raised. My thoughts were reinforced with my six years in the Marine Corp Reserves. It was also reinforced by a lot of friends who lost their lives protecting the rights and freedoms that flag represented.
So I started to run after them. To this day, I couldn't tell you what was running through my mind except I was mad, I was angry and it was wrong for a lot of reasons.
When the wind blew the first match out. There was hardly ever any wind at Dodger Stadium. The second match was lit, just as I got there. I did think that if I could bowl them over, they can't do what they're trying to do.
I saw them go and put the match down to the flag. It's soaked in lighter fluid at this time. Well, they can't light it if they don't have it. So I just scooped it up.
My first thought was, 'Is this on fire?' Well, fortunately, it was not. I continue to run. One of the men threw the can of lighter fluid at me. We found out he was not a prospect. He did not have a good arm. Thank goodness.
“Monday then handed the flag to and the LAPD arrested the two protestors. When Monday came to bat in the next half-inning, he got a standing ovation from the crowd and the big message board behind the left-field bleachers in the stadium flashed the message, "RICK MONDAY... YOU MADE A GREAT PLAY..." Monday still has the flag he rescued from the protesters; he has been offered up to $1 million to sell it, but has declined all offers.”
Sunday, August 9, 2020
I was asleep when the storm started. An hours' nap for older people contributes to longer living, which means for every nap I take, the more I will get down the line. I lay in bed for maybe seven minutes listening to thunder, lightning crack and rain.
Charlie the standard poodle was not asleep in the bedroom chair when I got up. As I was on my way to the bathroom, Charlie came walking from the toilet room. He does not like storms.
A good day. Good nap, good rain, a good old dog still around. Charlie, I mean.
Saturday, August 8, 2020
Friday, August 7, 2020
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Those people think it is funny to blind people using lasers.