The moon is made of green cheese.....

I wuz just listenin’ to Prez ‘bama sayin’ as how he couldn’t enforce border law cuz we just had too much border.....I wonder if California’d quit enforcing traffic laws cuz we got too much traffic...
Maybe Obama c’d take some advice from Will Rogers....”If you’re riding ahead of the herd, y’should take a look back ev’ry now ‘n then t’make sure it’s still there.”

So many of my liberal friends complained about George Bush being a liar...They seemed to blame him for ev'rything up to 'n including the weather...I mean, it had to have been his fault when Katrina hit New Orleans...'n it didn't matter what he said, he was a liar...they durn near got apoplectic yelling "Liar, liar, pants on fire."......got plumb boring after a while....I tried pointing out that if it could be proved that Bush lied, why that was against the law 'n was an impeachable offence...'N that he had enough political enemies that he would have been prosecuted....BUT that didn't happen...it didn't happen because they couldn't prove it....it seemed to be enough for them to just call him a liar...which was a classic lie in itself....the old maxim: Repeat a lie often enough and people will believe it. Well, unthinking people will believe it. And they still insist, without a shred of evidence to back up their claim, that Bush lied. And if you point out that Obama lies, sometimes on a daily basis, and often contradicts himself in the same speech, they won't believe it. Even when you offer them proof. I swear, it boggles the brain that seemingly intelligent people can't look at Obama in his new clothes 'n realize that the man is naked.
Ah well, have a glorious 'n safe Fourth of July!

The Fourth of July is comin soon to a town near you

Gibbs Rule #51.......”Sometimes you’re wrong!”


“Of course, he was given to exaggeration.

The Fourth of July is durn near on us....June went flying by like a cat with a firecracker affixed to its tail...it was here ‘n gone so fast that I’m sure some people didn’t even notice it at all...’course, you understand that some people don’t notice anything at all unless it’s all about their own personal selves...
Our President in name only, Mr. Obama, seems to be one of those kind of people...we’re two ‘n a half months into the BP oil spill ‘n he’s still hemming ‘n hawing ‘n what’s worse is, he’s got a ‘hull lot of people that work for him that are hemming ‘n hawing also...what I mean is, whenever somebody shows some initiative ‘n tries t’do something about the spill, his people seem t’be trying their darndest to tie everything up with government red tape so nuthin’ much gets done....Now, I heard some rabble rouser claiming ‘way back at the beginning of the spill that Obama engineered it ‘n didn’t want to stop it so’s he could use it as an excuse for a permanent moratorium on drilling for oil...I, of course, didn’t believe that at all...well, for one thing he simply couldn’t have engineered the explosion that killed all those men...that was an accident...maybe it was an accident that was waiting to happen because BP cut some corners, I don’t know, that’ll have to wait for a court of inquiry at some future date but, what I do know, what is becoming painfully obvious, is that Mr. Obama is using the oil spill for his own political ends...Much the same way that he has fomented dispute over the Illegal Immigration Law in Arizona to push his political agenda of amnesty for all the illegal aliens currently residing in our country.
Mr. Obama has proven himself to be a political animal in the Chicago mode. And speaking of the Chicago mode, Mayor Daley has already begun the process of circumventing the Supreme Courts handgun ruling. Kudos to the Dems....T’is always open season in Chicago when you’re connected....
Of course, if you get un-connected like Blago, you can kiss your ass goodbye...

Durn near hot....

One hundred 'n four t'day.....or maybe one hundred 'n three....whatever, it was triple digits the first time this summer...a hot time in the old town t'nite....has an entirely different meaning at this stage of my life.....
I c'd tell about Willie chasing a chicken 'n they were both walking but that'd be a lie...Rusty walked but Willie ran from side to side, back 'n forth, all the way up the street 'n back down....'course, when he got back home, his tongue was almost dragging the ground 'n he drank so much water I tho't he was gonna burst but he didn't....now both of 'em are splayed out on the floor dead to the world....at least until I turn off the lights 'n tell em "Bedtime, boys!"
'and on that, g'nite Mrs. Calabash wherever you are. J. Durante

All fall down......

"Something there is that doesn't love a wall, that wants it down......." R. Frost

Don't remember the poem but that p'ticklar line stuck in my mind....along with 'what goes up must come down'.....well, trees grow up 'n trees come down...generally takes a few years 'n depends on a multitude of factors....some oak trees stand for a couple hundred years....Heck, some redwoods stand for a few thousand...I can't remember what kind of tree that sciencetists cut down a couple years ago in order to prove that it was the oldest tree on earth...don't know why human curiosity leads us to destroy things in order to study them...you'd think that if we looked at a tree that we suspected might be the oldest tree on the earth, why we'd just naturally want to protect it, maybe build a fence around it, put up a placard 'n charge people for looking at it but, no, we killed it. Cut it down in order to count the damn rings....sort of like Trophy Hunting....find the biggest 'n best of a specie 'n kill it to hang the corpse on a wall somewhere....makes you wonder if maybe somewhere in the universe there might be a 'civilization' like our own that has a trophy human stuffed 'n mounted....anyways, I digress again....Millyrose was invited to spend some time with an old friend....ackshully, both of us were invited but I couldn't take the dogs 'n I didn't want to board 'em out for a week so I didn't go....what I did do, however, was volunteer to drop Millyrose off....sort of a Plan B thing....
We rolled out’a here a few minutes before ten in the AM headed for Lake Tahoe.....Larry didn’t get here until around noon....inbetween times, the last of the trio of oak trees in the phone company parking lot decided to drop a branch..
It wasn’t a huge branch but it wasn’t all that small either....sort of a middling size branch, I guess you c’d say....too big for me to pick up ‘n toss back over the fence tho’... Actually, too big for me to have picked up 20 or 30 years ago altho’ back then I might have just grabbed a chainsaw ‘n cut the damn thing up m’self.....not t’day however....this time I went around to the phone company, opened the phone mounted by the door ‘n follyed the directions...spoke with Ann who took my name ‘n phone number ‘n promised to pass them on to a supervisor.... Glory in the morning....I got a call the next morning....’n t’day, early this morning, I got another call from Jerome of the giant rocks who assured me that he would come around ‘n take care of the fallen branch.....





 




 

Potpourri......

A fancy term for a mish-mash!

Obama’s oil spill.....67 days ‘n counting.....

House investigation panel chairman says BP won’t let him question some employees about what caused the oil spill....Y’know, I think it might be better to focus on stopping the damn spill before spending time ‘n effort to find out what stupid thing caused it....
Anyway, there’s a hurricane brewing in the Gulf of Mexico...
Maybe Obama can stop that!


Harry Reid. the Senate majority leaders, raises more money outside his state than any other senator. Nevada voters may be tired of Reid but he ‘ain’t going quietly into that long night’.....and unfortunately, it isn’t just Nevada citizens that are affected by his tenure.

And the duplicitous Obama administration has struck again....This time, they’ve named Harold Hunt, a former police chief in Houston and Phoenix as the new director of ICE.....Joh Morton, the Homeland Security ass’t for ICE says, “He is a respected member of the law enforcement community...” Really? A respected member of law enforcement that advocates breaking the law! My, my...times have changed. Matt Dillons head must be spinning.

And speaking of spinning heads.....I saw Daryl Steinberg on Fox News last nite explaining why he, a California lawmaker (actually Senate President Pro Tem) supports breaking the law....it fairly boggles the brain....although I suspect the huge profits engendered by the drug trade have regularly turned the heads of better men.....

And on the lighter side:
Millyrose is spending a few days in Lake Tahoe...me ‘n da boyz are muddling thru...
My next door neighbor (AT&T) use’ta have three big old oak trees all in a row....only one left now ‘n it’s looking shaky....
big ol branch came tumbling down Thursday morning...jus t missed the Ranchero (darn it).....I got a phone call t’day...
very apologetic, they’re gonna clean it up...

OH....I almost forgot....it rained this morning in Fair Oaks....
Willie got me up about 4:30 (unusual for him)...it was coolish outside with a nice breeze....I turned off the fan in the living room ‘n went back t’bed....when I got up at 7:30, I made the coffee ‘n went outside t’get the ‘paper ‘n discovered that God had let the sprinkler run in the street.....ah well, He moves in mysterious ways.....

In Requiem.....

The Rastafarian Rooster is gone, victim most likely to the big Raccoon that’s been scouting the ‘hood recently...
He was a very nervous rooster ‘n took to his heels almost the moment that Willie ‘n Rusty hit the street... Willie, especially, loved chasing that p’ticklar rooster prob’ly ‘cause he was so skittish...birds what don’t run, don’t get chased by Willie....
We do get our share of wildlife on our little street...
well, we’re maybe a half-mile from the American River ‘n that’s a popular place for coyotes, bobcats, turkeys, more ducks ‘n geese than y’can count, the occasional mountain lion altho’ that gets disputed by the park rangers....I don’t believe the rangers tho’....I think they’re kind’a like the Sac City police ‘n the SacBee who somehow never seem to report the majority of muggings, assaults, etcetera that take place downtown (bad for bizness, y’know).....anyways, we get deer, most summers at least two or three come to laze around our back yard...Millyrose sez that we should keep water for them....we get raccoons, oppossum ‘n skunks in addition to the feral cats ‘n chickens....lots ‘n lots of chickens altho’ there’s a few less since their leading proponent has moved to a different location...she has been coming back to feed them but that’s slacking off somewhat.... too bad for them....still, we have someone else that walks thru in the mornings spreading chicken feed ‘n, of course, we have the ‘CATLADIES’ that come in the evenings to feed the feral catz....ah well, who wuz that character (Blanche duBois, when you’re old the mem’ry comes ‘n goes) in A Streetcar named Desire that ‘always depended on the kindness of strangers’.......I’m poking a little fun here, but there ain’t a thing wrong with compassion. It would truly be a sad world without it!

Pick a lane.....

One of the things that y’come to appreciate about freeway driving is that everyone is going the same direction ‘n when you have three lanes, y’can pretty much accomodate the get out of my way, I’m in a hurry drivers ‘n the 55 stays alive drivers along with the insecure ‘n ambivalent middle of the roaders....what tends to upset the proverbial apple cart (‘n who in God’s name remembers a time when we actually had apple carts) is the guy what can’t make up his mind which lane he (or she tho‘ most often it’s a he) prefers....almost always prompting Millyrose to state, “Pick a lane, any lane.”
Anyways, yestiday being Fathers Day ‘n all, Millyrose ‘n me picked ourselves up ‘n headed west into the afternoon sun towards the Peoples Repuclic of Davis where daughter Bean was hosting a bbq for dear old dad (me)....we stopped in Sac ‘n picked up the Care Bear ‘n drove right into the middle of what appeared to be a gigantic parking lot but in reality was the usual jam of traffic where freeways come t’gether in West Sac....
It never is as bad as it seems like it’s gonna be unless you’re the sort of driver that’s easily frustrated in which case you shouldn’t ought’a be playing in California traffic anyway...
It was a pleasant afternoon what with the Chico Wheat Beer ‘n dissecting To Kill a Mockingbird to figure out who the supporting players were ‘n why nobodys ever heard of some of ‘em since....Andrew grilled some great burgers stuffed with a multitude of spices (don’t even ask me what) ‘n The Bean outdid herself with gourmet potato salad ‘n rootbeer beans (you’ll have to ask her, but they were goooood) but the coup de grace was her scratch cherry pie coupled with ice cream....
Got home in time to walk the dogs before it got too dark for which they seemed extremely grateful...ah well, y’know, it’s really the small things that makes life such an intaresstin experience...