Author: Ray

Let us be thankful that the dolts who believed the lies told them by the legacy media are slowly dying off, passing into obscurity, and in a tiny few cases are having their eyes opened to the truth. Really, anyone who sides with a bunch of loonies having a ‘primal scream’ needs to be relegated to life in a cave, far away from meaningful people. While I do not believe Mr. Trump is perfect, he’s miles ahead of the fools on the left. Poor Harris will now fade to obscurity, along with the lame duck who still officially sits in the White House. They’ve done their damage, and now it’s time for payback, retribution, giving the piper his due, and moving on to better things.

Trump is putting some Israeli-loving jerks into his cabinet. That’s a big mistake. We don’t need to be toady to Israel, we need to turn it into green glass.

Elon Baby is threatening to buy both Alex Jones’ INFOWARS and the dying MSNBC. That would be just WONDERFUL!!

Bud Light is trying to make a comeback. They have some good fellow on their ads, getting positive feedback. Yet the CURSE remains. Also, it’s LOUSY beer!

Keir “Loser” Starmer might be moved out of Prime Minister position in England. No one likes Starmer, and a petition calling for a General Election is gaining signatures by the tens of thousands every day. Nearly two million at this writing. Good riddance to that jerk if he gets kicked out.

One in three Republican women own guns. That’s more than the Democrat men. Of Republican men, nearly 2 outa 3 are heeled. And the lefties talk about civil war? Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh….

The auction was illegal. Jones is back on the Internet with an explantion. Onward to the next phase, and good luck to Alex!

The lying, useless DOJ under Biden, in concert with the lying bastards and bitches who claimed they’d lost children at Sandy Hook, shut down the most famous source of clear-cut information on the Internet, Alex Jones’ “INFOWARS.COM” today. All because Jones asked questions the insiders didn’t want him asking.

However, the truth will out eventually, and Mr. Jones will be back. (See my last blog below.) Count on it. And Alex will be better than ever. All of the dipshits who claimed for years that Jones was nothing but a “conspiracy theorist” were dead wrong. Jones has been RIGHT about everything he claimed over the years. It just took some time for his predictions to manifest themselves: Little things like predicting the attack on the twin towers, knowing that Bin Laden had NOTHING to do with it, on and on. Let us not forget what finally cost him his famous website:

NO ONE DIED AT SANDY HOOK!!!

If you think so, explain this:

I’ve been waiting a LONG TIME for someone to call this obvious proof of the Sandy Hook girls still being alive a lie. No takers?

 In frustration about the failure of the cackling loser to win the Presidency, many left-oriented women are shaving their heads, refusing sex with men, and joining the 4B movement: Brainless, Butt-ugly Butch Buttholes. Good for them. One wag suggested a go-fund-me account for them to fund hysterectomies and head-shaving clippers.

If they don’t like things now, wait until ALEX JONES becomes the Press Secretary for the new administration. YES!! No lie! Don Jr. mentioned it’d be great to quickly get rid of the chaff in the media that comes to the White House for information, and then tries to turn the lies they’re fed into something that makes the left look good. Jones would not feed them lies. In fact, he’d … well, give a listen:

https://www.infowars.com/posts/watch-alex-jones-accepts-don-jrs-nomination-to-be-the-new-press-secretary-for-the-incoming-trump-administration

A quick look at the new Press Secretary:

People who knew the truth about Mr. Trump voted for him. People who believed the lies told them by the Democratic-controlled and left-biased ancient media voted for the brainless, thoughtless, lying airhead who ran against him. People who get their news from MODERN sources like X, like Infowars, like Mike Adams’ “Health Ranger,” like Michael Rivero’s “What Really Happened,” like Zerohedge, and a few other online information sources, knew the truth about Mr. Trump and voted accordingly.

The people in the red states don’t get their news from “legacy” media. Only 55 percent of Democrats trust legacy media. Only 11 percent of Republicans trust it. Overall only about a third of all the people in the USA have any faith at all in ‘mainstream’ media. And that number is steadily falling…like a rock.

That’s why Trump is our President.

Here’s an excellent article expanding on this:

https://www.infowars.com/posts/woke-bloodbath-leftist-movements-are-paying-the-price-for-their-arrogance

Yes, this is what the New York Department of Environmental Conservation [DEC] is, a bunch of worthless Democratic-driven murderers. As such, they need to be wiped out, swept clean, sent to jail or to the electric chair for what they have done. Not only did they murder a pair of innocent and loving animals, both rescued animals, they also drove the last nail into the coffin of the Democratic Presidential campaign. (So they did do some good.) No one, no matter their political party, could ever vote for the candidate that represents the thoughts, the beliefs, of the NY DEC.

PEANUT. RIP

Those worthless c%*ts invaded a man’s home, grabbed his pet squirrel and pet raccoon, and murdered them FOR NO REASON. Whoever is in charge of that pathetic office needs to be treated equally. Currently that is Sean Mahar. How about the Concerned Citizens Gruppe (do they exist?) goes to Mahar’s house, locks him and his family out for five hours, goes in, kills the dogs and cats, then comes back and takes his youngest child away and, when it appears the kid bit someone, kill the kid and inspect the kid’s brain for rabies.

That’s basically what this group of useless pricks did to Mark Longo and his family, the gentleman who rescued Peanut the Squirrel some seven rabies-free years ago and raised him from a baby when his mother was hit by a car. BTW, the raccoon did not bite anyone, so why did they kill it? For fun? Expression of their “power”? They’ll surely get that “power” jammed right up their backside, either legally or otherwise, and damned soon. Bet on it.

Shit like this DEC group has no place in this country. Not if they act like this.

If you are an Allman Brothers Band fan I urge you to make a posthaste connection on YouTube—or live, if you can—with a group called “End of the Line.” They are a FABULOUS BAND. They’re an Allman Brothers Band (ABB) tribute band. By GOD, they have it all!

Must say I listened to another band in the same tribute niche, and I’m sure there are many of them out there. But the other band was…missing something.

This group called “End of the Line” is not missing anything, except maybe to exchange their faces for those of the original ABB. I chose a song I know extremely well, “Blue Sky,” for comparison purposes. I first heard it around 1972 when my girlfriend bought me “Eat a Peach” which includes that song. “Blue Sky” was my favorite song of all music, at that time. Recently I learned to play Duane’s solo, so I well know what the song needs and what it has.

Well, pilgrim, the first tribute group did it okay, but it didn’t ring any bells. Their bass player was just…not there. The guitar solos were okay. The whole thing was okay, but the rendition lacked life.

Not expecting much I tried the same song by “End of the Line.” Starts okay. Sounds right. Now comes the guitar break, two solos, and finally a blending of the two lead guitars and the finish of the song. Well, the first guy’s solo started off like Duane’s, and then…something happened. The guitarist started to do stuff I’d expect from Duane Allman, playing variations as Duane did in live performances of the tune. And it went on, reaching pretty far out into space. Then the second guy began his solo…and I thought Dicky Betts had just grabbed this guy’s guitar and was making it sing. And it went on and on, never boring.

Throughout these two fabulous solos the bass player’s sound was DANCING all through, over and under, the lead guitar solos. My God, I thought it was Berry Oakley! I had to look to be sure. Up and down the neck, totally alive, WOW! That’s bass playin’!

And there were the two drummers. For sure, one of ’em has a jazz background, or mighty close to it. Finally the two guitars came together in the familiar dance of the fingers and the closing verse. Never have I heard a better version of “Blue Sky.”

Despite its length, never was it boring, never humdrum, just brilliant stuff from every member of the band. The keyboard played a quiet role that I confess I didn’t much pay attention to, but again the entire thing from beginning to end was JUST MAGNIFICENT! If you like good music and have knowledge of the Allman Brothers Band in its heyday, give these guys a listen. Here ya go:

It’s time for all good people to gather around Imane Khelif AND Lin Yu-Ting (another dick added to the list) and beat the living shit out of them. These assholes are men, and in the so-called Olympics (actually a gathering of fags, queers, transvestites, morons and others, plus a few good athletes) they beat the shit out of two women in boxing matches. This is a bad joke. It is not right, and the Olympic organizers ought to see to that and eliminate all biological males in ALL women’s competition. Anything less is a travesty. But then, the whole French Olympic experience is, so far, a travesty, an assault against God and man.

Any man who wants to assault women who have trained all their lives for a chance at the once-glorious Olympics by claiming they, too, are a woman needs several things to happen to them immediately. They need to be totally castrated: Everything wiped from their crotches. Then they need to be beaten about the head and shoulders to teach them a lesson. So-called ‘boxers’ need a double dose of this beating. The beatings could come before or after castration, the fag’s choice. But if the beatings preceded the castration, then there will be five swift kicks to the groin added to the beating, which will soften things up and make castration easier for the cutter.

Let’s make this happen. NOW!!

Also, I stand with VALENTINA GOMEZ, who had the guts to call these so-called woke pricks exactly what they are: FAGGOTS!

Gone are the days when the Olympics produced sensations like Olga Korbut, or when Nadia Comaneci stunned the world by producing perfect 10’s, the first time ever in Olympic competition. (But then Bruce Jenner came along and had to queer things up.) So all we have to show for 50 years of progress is some asshole beating up a woman? F.T.S!

Now there’s a song! It was written by three members of Journey, the band that brought it out in 1981. Singer Steve Perry had major input in its invention, including to hold the ‘hook’ until the end of the song. Despite its being one of the most popular of all rock songs, I never learned much about it. I never heard or read the lyrics until just a few days ago. At the time it came out I was in the process of starting a new career. My thoughts were to my clients, and also to my new girlfriend. Now, she would have known the lyrics, because after hearing any song once she could sing along with it whenever it came up on the radio. But even as a former R&R band member, I had no time to learn anything about that song.

Forty-three years passed, and along came Richard Goodall.

If you don’t know who he is, you’re way behind the times, my friend. A week or two ago he was on America’s Got Talent (AGT), and absolutely blew the world away with his crystal-clear, bell-like, tenor voice. An unassuming, humble man, a janitor by trade, he was clearly nervous on stage as he talked with Simon Cowell. And then ‘Mr. Richard’ sang. I will never forget the instant Richard Goodall belted out the opening lyrics, “Just a small-town girl,” and Simon’s expression changing from a hopeful smile to a stunned, open-mouthed, jaw-on-the-floor expression as Richard Goodall’s voice bowled him over. And it got better from that point on. In short order, the judges and the entire audience were standing, swaying to the wonderful music of that man on stage, so clearly showing us that miracles do happen, and one happened that day on that stage. Of course he got the Golden Buzzer.

A week later I looked up Journey’s rendition of that song on YouTube. There I found dozens of new comments indicating the viewers were all there as a result of Richard Goodall’s performance on AGT. What!? Then I saw that the song was back on the music charts as a result of Mr. Goodall’s voice. The song speaks of life and of hope in a timeless manner that touches nearly everyone. No wonder it’s popular.

Can anyone sing that song? On a good day I can sing the “Nessun Dorma” in the right key (first note is a D), if I’m lucky. But I can’t get my voice as high up the scale as long as needed, to where Steve Perry and Richard Goodall soar throughout all the lyrics of “Don’t Stop Believin'”. No, not many can sing it in the original key. A side-by-side video of Steve and Richard shows NO DIFFERENCE in their vocal range. Check it out:

Perry was known throughout the music industry as “The Voice” for what he could do whilst singing a song. I hope and pray that Mr. Goodall wins the big prize during the live performances coming up 13 August of this year. I believe he fully deserves it. Man, can he sing!!

I just completed watching all the Doctor Who episodes since its resurrection in 2005. I’ve seen every episode during the 13 seasons, first with Chris Eccleston, then David Tennant, Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi and finally Jodie Whittaker as The Doctor. This year we have new season 14 with Ncuti Gatwa as The Doctor. The British TV show has been around since 1963. The new doctor is doing a great job (and I don’t care if he’s black, green, or peachy-fukkin’ purple), but the DISMAL DISNEY influence just might kill the entire thing.

The first three episodes of Season 14 were pretty good, but then Ep #4 had no Doctor for most of it. That’s ok, but a major mystery was left unsolved…Why did they all run from the odd woman at a distance? Then Ep #5 of season 14 had another unanswered mystery: the slugs were created intentionally, but by whom? The Dots? Why??? And when the planet’s remaining inhabitants went to the scary forest, abhorring anything to do with a black man, why was the Doctor sure they’d all die? What danger was in the forest? No answers forthcoming. DUHHH. (All that ‘abhorrence’ did was emphasize the fact that there are differences between blacks and whites, so be sure to not accept any blacks in your life. That’s a DEAD concept in 2024, of which Disney ought to be acutely aware.)

Then we had Ep. #6. It had, sure enough, two queer men kissing: The Disney Touch. Compare that with, say, “The Day of the Doctor,” which had three Doctors and two of the best companions and not much else in a brilliant, interesting, tale of woe that was compelling, and extremely well done.

The numbers of viewers of Doctor Who is constantly dropping, just as the number of people interested in ANYTHING Disney touches is going rapidly into the sewer. We don’t need faggots, thank you. I’m off Doctor Who until they fix this crap.

Mr. Alex Jones is about to lose his famous website, “INFOWARS,” in order to get money to pay off a bunch of f(*&ing LIARS who convinced a crooked judge that they had lost their precious kids to a murderer at SANDY HOOK. Jones got fined some ungodly amount ($1.5 BILLION) to pay the parents of the so-called dead kids as compensation for Jones’ comments about the day the so-called killings were done.

Surely you all recall the laughing, joking asshole who had just “lost” a daughter to the killer, and had to quickly sober up so as to look suitably tragic for the cameras. There used to be MANY videos online about that day’s “shooting” that showed the hired actors milling around trying to look serious, going in and out of buildings to look like they’re doing something important, and other blatant evidence that showed clearly the whole thing was fake. I’ve seen all those videos. One more thing is the ‘killer’s’ death apparently took place BEFORE Sandy Hook occurred, according to death reports. NOBODY DIED AT SANDY HOOK!!!

Still convinced it was real? Then EXPLAIN THIS PHOTO:

Yep, these are the girls who were KILLED that day at Sandy Hook, in a photo taken years later. Note their facial structures, all of ’em, are IDENTICAL to the earlier “dead” photos displayed adjacent to each of them.

The truth will out…eventually. Mr. Jones’s commentary is MUCH NEEDED today more than ever before.

It was a long time ago when I first heard the Dillards. I don’t know exactly how I first heard of them, but I knew of them long before they were on the Andy Griffith show as the Darlings.

In the early 1960s I was a college student at U. of M. in Ann Arbor, and had been singing and playing guitar with a friend at the girls’ dorms. I constructed a 5-string banjo (which I still have, made in 1962) and was trying to learn to play it. Music was already a strong part of me, and the wonderful sounds of Earl Scruggs and Doug Dillard were calling loudly to me.

Around 1965 I quit college and began working for a living. I bought a Gibson 5-string banjo from a friend (RB-150 “bowtie,” rebuilt beautifully by him), a far better instrument than the one I’d made. With a good banjo on hand it was time to learn to play it, so I acquired Earl Scruggs’ music on several vinyl recordings. I also got the Dillards’ first bluegrass recording, Back Porch Bluegrass. It came out in 1963. Doug Dillard on banjo, Rodney Dillard on guitar, Dean Webb on mandolin, and Mitch Jayne on bass. All of them on vocals. This was GREAT music! Doug was the second-greatest banjo player the world’s ever known. Dean Webb was a WIZARD on the mandolin, matching Doug for picking speed. Fast, clean music, great harmonies, new songs…they had it all. Here’s one tune called “Liberty,” from a live performance. NOTE: This is NOT speeded up:

If that ain’t enough for you, give a listen to a song they wrote (mostly Dean Webb and Mitch Jayne) that is now a bluegrass icon. Called “Old Home Place,” it’s been covered by most bluegrass bands over the past 60 years. Here it is:

In 1964 they came out with Live!!! Almost!!!, which was again traditional-style bluegrass, and I got that one on vinyl too. Over the years I learned quite a few bluegrass tunes on my banjo, starting with “Cripple Creek” by Mr. Scruggs. With time and diligence I was able to learn quite a few of the tunes played by Earl Scruggs and Doug Dillard on their early recordings.

Around the middle of 1969 I moved in with Kim and EB. I had acquired another Dillards album called Wheatstraw Suite, with a slightly different mix of musicians. Doug was no longer with them. We three young men enjoyed that record immensely. It was not bluegrass, but something entirely different…and new. That album became our frequent dinner music, as EB and Kim and Ro (me) ate our gourmet meals and drank our excellent wines. In 1970 I bought the Dillards’ Copperfields, and that became our ALWAYS evening dinner music. And so it remained until I left Ann Arbor for Colorado, back in 1972 or so.

To this day, well over 50 years later, the opening bars of “Copperfields” fill me with peace, and bring back the pleasant times of we three friends seated around a low, circular table in the front room of a certain little house on Division Street, Ann Arbor, with full wine goblets (custom-made by a dear friend of ours), superb food on our plates, and good will for each other as we solved all the world’s problems. For those feelings of peace and all the happy remembrances, my eternal thanks go to the Dillards.

Give a listen…but first, grab your wine glass, fill it with something really good, and sit back in comfort:

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This is one of my all-time favorite songs. It’s brilliant in scope, harmony, and impact. But not everyone might get that. The lyrics of this great song by Crosby, Stills, & Nash might make the non-nautical listener wonder what exactly they mean, particularly in the first verse. Here are the words:

Got outa town on a boat goin’ to southern islands,
Sailin’ a reach before a followin’ sea.
She was makin’ for the Trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We’ve got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you,
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.

“Southern islands,” “Papeete,” and “Marquesas” indicate the intended goal of Steve Stills’ sailboat on that journey away from his loved one. That’s French Polynesia, in the distant southern Pacific ocean:

The Trades are of course the trade winds, and in the song they’re not yet there, so they’re “outside.” Downhill means both down the map and an easy run once they’re in the Trade winds, which blow in a favorable direction to get ’em there. “Sailin’ a reach” means the wind is coming basically crosswise to the boat, which typically gives it its best speed.

What about the mention of the waterline????? What’s that got to do with “makin’ way”? The top speed of a displacement sailboat hull is determined by the square root of its waterline length in feet, multiplied by 1.34, expressed in knots. It can’t go any faster…unless the “followin’ sea” adds current flow to it. With an 80-foot waterline the boat can make 12 knots, which for a sailboat is really bookin’. That’s about 14 MPH, which might sound slow to the land traveler, but remember a sailing boat does not stop for the night. It goes 24 hours a day, which means it’ll travel 335 miles a day at that rate. If you drive a car at 50 mph average speed it’ll take you nearly 7 hours to get that far.

Someone has to pilot the boat all night, hence the “midnight watch,” during which one has time to think of lots of things.

The full version’s closing verse has these words:
“…make me forget about lovin’ you,
IN the southern cross.”

Some lyric sources try to tell you it’s “AT the southern cross,” but the lubbers don’t understand. That’s the second use of ‘southern cross’ in the song. The first time refers to the constellation. The second time does not. Instead, ‘southern cross’ refers to the passage across the southern Pacific ocean, which is the whole basis for this wonderful song. ‘In the southern cross‘ means ‘during the boat’s passage across the ocean.’ I’ve listened carefully to four different renditions of the full song while using headphones, and they ALWAYS sing “IN the southern cross.” Check it out:

By all means avoid the live version where Steve Stills goes falsetto on the last verse, sounding like someone just jabbed a finger up his, er…., and Graham Nash jumps around on stage like he’s chock-full of drugs. But in that version they REPEAT “..IN the southern cross” at the very end. Very clear to hear.

“Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything. Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.” …Maesi Caes, dancer, actress, model, student.

Guess what, kids! Smoking (cigarettes, cigars, pipes) DOES NOT AND CANNOT CAUSE CANCER!

Since 1945 we’ve been fed the lie that smoking causes lung cancer, and is responsible for cancer of everything from the mouth to the rectum and all the other stuff in your body. It’s also been blamed for heart disease, another entirely BOGUS claim.

Beginning at dawn on 16 July 1945, the death-knell for tobacco was ignited in the form of the first-ever nuclear explosion on earth, the Trinity test in New Mexico. All the members of the Manhattan project knew that the device would put many tons of radioactive material into the atmosphere. The cloud from the explosion sucked dirt, dust, vaporized metal bits, vaporized bits of desert animals, vegetation and many other items up past 25,000 feet, and the Jet Stream did the rest, pushing all that radioactive material WORLD-WIDE. The reports of this test in today’s Internet seriously downplay the radioactive fallout. The truth is that within a decade the incidence of lung cancer DOUBLED in the United States…but only among non-smokers!!! Subsequent nuclear testing did nothing but increase the radioactivity in the air you breathe.

What the government doesn’t give you is information on the half-life of plutonium, much of which was blasted into the atmosphere on that day. Info given in the government’s National Park Service website on White Sands (where the blast took place), includes this lie: “By 1953, much of the radioactivity had subsided….” [https://www.nps.gov/whsa/learn/historyculture/trinity-site.htm] That was eight years after the blast.

The half-life of plutonium isotopes is anywhere from 14 years to 376,000 years!!! The other isotope half-lifes are 88 years, then 6500 years, and 24,000 years. And the government knew all that before the test!

Our worthless government, useless, corrupt, incompetent, and as full of shit back in 1945 as it is today needed a scapegoat to explain the drastic rise in lung cancer. So, starting in the early 1950’s, tobacco, a harmless organic herb that has comforted billions of people worldwide for centuries, was suddenly given a Bad Name. That lie persists today in this mantra of so many fools:

                        “SMOKING CAUSES CANCER!”

Except it doesn’t.

“A 1985 report from the Microbiological Laboratory at Bethesda states that in a nine-year study, over 10,000 mice, of a special breed that is particularly susceptible to lung cancer, were made to inhale cigarette smoke. Not one of the mice developed cancer.”

No laboratory test, and there have been dozens of tests, has succeeded in creating lung cancer from cigarettes EVER!

Wanna read about it? Go here for one EXCELLENT report in PDF form:

https://joedubs.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/The-Smoking-Scare-DeBunked-Tobacco-and-Health-Whitby.pdf

ANOTHER GOOD SOURCE OF THE TRUTH:

https://www.sott.net/article/299965-The-Health-Wellness-Show-The-Truth-About-Tobacco-with-Richard-White

Now, I don’t like the smell of cigarette smoke. It’s invasive, pervasive, generally nasty to me. Ditto second-hand pipe and cigar smoke. When Dad smoked his pipe or cigar in the house and then my family would go out and come back an hour or so later, even Dad used to say what a foul smell it left in the house. But it ain’t gonna kill you!

I for one am sick of all our tax money being sent to Israel, the nation that hosts the rotten, cursed Israeli Defense Forces…you know, that group of pathetic losers that shoots kids for fun. The Israeli forces are doing nothing good at all. The sign being held in this photo below tells the absolute truth. (From a civil protest against a city council in the mid-east) Fifty Jewish representatives in Israel recently voted to BOMB HOSPITALS. And sure enough, they did it.

The world would greatly benefit if that useless country and all the slime in it were turned into green glass through carpet bombing. Not that I’m against Jews. But have you ever heard a Lutheran pull the religion card about some phony holocaust that killed one, or two, or (God forbid) six million Lutherans? Neither have I.

Still believe in the lies told by Semites world-wide? Read Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil by Menuhin and LEARN SOMETHING!

I guarantee not many will like this post, but just wait until the next one. It exposes the biggest hoax perpetrated on the people of the world during the 20th century. Yes, bigger than the holocaust lie. Stay tuned.

Okay, kids, here’s THE INTERVIEW:

Before you watch this, know that:

PUTIN WAS NOT THE AGGRESSOR IN UKRAINE!!!

Tucker asked, essentially, “What was the trigger for the Ukraine war?” And as I’ve been telling you, boys & girls, here’s the answer straight out of Vlad’s mouth: “Initially, it was the coup in Ukraine that provoked the conflict… They launched the war in Donbas in 2014 with the use of aircraft and artillery against civilians. This is when it all started.” Maybe now a few of you will realize I really do know what I’m talking about. And the U.S. has been sending YOUR MONEY to that fool in Ukraine so he can continue killing his own countrymen and a few Russians along the way. I trust two politicians in the entire world. They are Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin. All the rest can go to the devil. Here it is, and please pay attention:

This is now officially established, proven with existing documentation that ‘it’ registered to vote in 1994 as a male:

And its former boyfriend has come forward to verify that its real name is Michael Robi(n)son and is truly a man.

Seen pictures of ‘it’ pregnant? Check this one out. If you think this hasn’t been photoshopped, count the fingers….

It has also been officially established, through personal verification from a sexual partner of Obama’s in a taped interview with Tucker Carlson, that Braaackk is a bona-fide QUEER. I’ve seen the paperwork that also proved Braakk was born outside the U.S., which makes his ‘presidency’ and anything he passed, initiated, signed, etc., totally BOGUS. Does anyone want this sort of lying trash in the White House? Or anywhere near it?

On another note, at least 14 states are now backing TEXAS in its resistance to all the bullshit coming from the White House concerning illegal immigrants. In case you can’t figure it out, the point of all these illegals is to have them get the right to vote and make sure all 22 million of ’em vote for whatever piece of shit the Democrats put up against Trump, or against whomever ends up running for the Republican party this fall.

Keep your powder dry.

There are those who do not believe our weather is constantly being modified to serve various purposes. But it is. I’ve looked into this for over 25 years. Dianne Marshall (https://diannemarshallreport.com/) recently pointed out that the weather was being shaped to freeze the general area of the Iowa caucus. I looked, and found she was correct.

However, the weather modifiers, or more specifically, those who control it, have zero brain material. A look at the Ventusky weather map (https://www.ventusky.com/?p=37.2;-95.8;3&l=temperature-2m&t=20240117/0300), which shows in vivid colors the temperature of the world (I have mine set to 6 feet off the ground), gave the real picture of the weather control ongoing for the caucus. On the voting day a mass of purple color, indicating sub-zero temperatures, slanted down from the arctic, across eastern Montana, taking in N. & S. Dakota, and beaming Minus temperatures onto Iowa, giving the area abnormal cold weather.

So Iowa froze. Who cares! If it froze solid, the most determined people would STILL come, and the most determined people are those who are fed up with lies, and are praying for the election (legal, once again) of Donald Trump.

So if the Iowa temperature was forty below, and ten people showed up, nine of them (at least) would vote for Donald Trump. The other side just can’t understand this.

By the way, President Trump won. By a landslide.

Let’s hope for a much better year than 2023 has been. No covid b/s, no crooked schemes by the illegitimate administration, no mask-mandate foolishness, and no more attempts to disarm the honest people of the world. Let’s hope we all have the courage to tell all the liars and charlatans where exactly to go, where precisely they can stick their left-wing mandates.

There’s more to say, but not on this special eve.

Over the past three years we have seen the attempted destruction of the USA by the current illegal administration, yet no one does anything about the obvious evil, and the ongoing problems in DC.

The old fool wearing the big dunce cap and trying to be considered the head of this country has advanced Alzheimer’s, doing and saying exactly the sorts of things other people with acknowledged Alz’s do, yet no one tries to remove the incompetent bum from office.

The pseudo-president’s son is an apparent drug addict who engaged in illegal bribery and (most likely) extortion on an international scale with the help and collusion of his stupid father. Yet he sits there with no one saying “Nay! Go to jail!”

Even with the threat from the Oval Office to start WWIII, which will be the end of the world, no one is taking steps to stop the insane bunch that are behind this. With a good man coming next year into the White House and taking over things, how much can a new President—or ANYONE—do to remove the millions of illegal immigrants, many of whom bring lawlessness, disease, corruption, drugs, and bad political influences along with them, from our country? Remember, taking over the Oval Office is at least a year away. What can the snakes in DC do to this country between now and then? I’ll bet they do nothing good.

All we can do is hope and pray that we’ll all be here next Christmas, with peace at hand. I wish us all luck in that endeavor.

If you missed this, you’ve missed some valuable information about what’s going on worldwide. Some moronic people still believe Jones and Carlson are not worth listening to, because, as these morons say, they (the morons) know better. I say they have their heads where the sun don’t shine. Alex Jones is fighting for YOU:

My respect for Mr. Jones skyrocketed as a result of paying attention to what he said. I don’t need to research his info, because I have already done so, and have done so for MANY years. Have you? Don’t bother. Just pay attention to Alex Jones. He tells the truth. Ignore him at your peril. Much of what he said about his research and ongoing troubles was new to me, as it clearly was to Mr. Carlson. Carlson listened with full attention, as I hope the rest of the world also did.

If you did, you learned something. If you can’t be bothered because you know better than Alex, you’re a bloody fool. Here’s Claus Schlobb getting an earful:

COULD NOT RESIST ADDING THIS ONE!

If you buy an electric car you’re a moron.

Sorry, Elon.

Talk about Right Words…. I’m talking about the use of “moe,” or “mo,” for something other than a man’s name. Certainly NOT this guy:

The word is commonly used in some parts of the country to indicate a lot more than those few letters might indicate. To many people it actually means, “…am going to.” Thus one syllable replaces four. Examples:

“I mo cut the lawn.”

“I mo tell him what to do.”

One brilliant outdoorsman from a southern state uses the word frequently on his YouTube vids, and there is never any doubt about his intentions.

I mo let y’all decide if you want to use it, or fergit all about it. I mo close out this blog now. Bye.

-Now revealed: Moderna’s vax causes cancer. Moderna ADMITS IT!

-Jan 6 ‘Select Committee’ needs to be jailed, each and all of the c(*ts, for twice the time they gave the non-protestors, and with no bail. The now-released tapes of the January 6 protest have clarified THERE WAS NO INSURRECTION! It’s all a LIE. The whole government-designed mess was to help cover the fact the government certified a BOGUS ELECTION. Biden is no more President than you are. Here are the perpetrators of treason:

-Ukraine’s head anuss (his double y deserves a double s) ain’t gettin’ any more money. He needs to PAY IT BACK to the U.S. and to whatever other moronic states funded him.

-The Jews are being found out, internationally. The world is coming to realize just what a pile of dogshit they all are. They are busily killing children and women, and that can’t be denied. But when this is pointed out by anyone who ‘matters,’ such as Elon Musk, why then, “Oh!…he’s ANTISEMITIC!! He ain’t no good.” Sorry, bub, no matter how visible you are, when you use the word “antisemitic,” be you a senator or governor or CEO or president or average schmoe, you’re just a piece of SHIT mouthing favorably for the goddamned Jews. There are good reasons so many are now against the Jews: The Jews are doing shitty things that need to be addressed by the world. Many fools still cry, “Lo the poor Jew!” The world is getting sick and tired of that, and happily even the grand lie of the phony ‘holocaust’ is increasingly being exposed. Israel is NO FRIEND of the United States. Doubt that? Just look up their attack on the USS Liberty in 1967. And if that ain’t enough, take a look at Israeli Defense Forces shooting this poor kid:

OTHER OBVIOUS POINTS

-We all know that Biden is not President, but no one is doing anything about that. We know his son is a crack addict, and most likely his fingerprints are on the cocaine found in the White House. We see indictments galore, yet ZERO action. Why is that?

-Our southern border is wide open. Everyone knows this but no one is doing anything about it. Why is that?

-The worthless nigger cop who murdered Ashli Babbitt during the 6 Jan. non-insurrection needs to be tried, taken out back and hanged. (Yes, nigger. That murdering mofo prick doesn’t deserve any respect. I’m done pulling punches.) Anyone calling Babbitt an ‘insurrectionist’ (Wikipedia) needs to hang next to the nigger.

-There are only two sexes, male and female. You don’t get to pick which one you are. That’s decided at birth. End of story.

-If some man declares himself a woman and then wants to compete against women in ANY physical sport, he first must be entirely castrated: everything that’s hangin’ be sliced clean off. Then, because the average man is stronger and faster than the average woman, the castrated one must be denied any and all opportunities to compete against women in physical sports.

-If a woman wants to call herself a man and is stupid enough to want to compete in any physical sport against men…. Forget it. No one is that stupid.

He’s not the president. Yes, lower case P to dishonor this crook, who was NOT legally elected to lead this country. Here are some of his better proclamations:

Yes, this is the SHIT that we have in DC destroying this country.

Johnson & Johnson Finally Admits: Our Baby Products Contain Cancer-Causing Ingredients.

Now, isn’t that comforting.

Remember the blue-tips? We could throw them at the pavement and they’d light. Strike ’em on your jeans. Flick one with your thumbnail and impress your friends…especially when the tip comes off and sticks under your nail as it lights. These matches are dead, in case you don’t know. You can’t buy them any more. Oh, you might find some offered for $15-20 a box for ‘collectors.’ But not for general usage. Nosirree! You can make your own, and a few YouTube vids show you how. But why bother…read on, pilgrim!

The green-headed matches by Diamond are GARBAGE. They don’t light on anything after they’ve sat in your kitchen for a couple years. They may light if held to a flame…. To clarify, these are ‘greenlight, Strike Anywhere Matches.’ I bought a few boxes a few years ago to light my pipe. They’ve never been wet except by the low relative humidity here in Idaho. While they still look great, they don’t strike on the box, not on the wood stove, not on anything. I’ve tried baking them to dry them out…with mixed success. (That means they pretty much still don’t work.) They sell on eBay for anywhere up to ten dollars for a box of 300. Save your money. BUY THIS INSTEAD:

This is a “CLIPPER” lighter. I just bought a bunch. The ones I got are apparently old stock, but still readily available online. The newer Clippers have replaceable flints, but the ones I bought use piezoelectric sparks to light the butane.

DON’T BUY BICS. They are costly (over a buck apiece no matter how many you buy at a time) throw-aways that don’t last long. These Clippers are REFILLABLE!!! I bought 50 lighters for about $20, delivered. That’s 40 cents each. There are other finishes, and the diligent searcher will have fun looking. The only caveat is the button on these requires a stout thumb. That means your kids most likely won’t get ’em to work. Not easily, at any rate.

These work perfectly for lighting my pipe. In fact they work better than a dedicated pipe lighter I have which uses butane, and flint to light it. They’re very light and small, far more convenient in the pocket than normal Zippo-size lighters.

In fact, these Clipper lighters are the new Strike-Anywhere Matches.

It’s out as of 20 October, 2023: “HACKNEY DIAMONDS.” It’s their first album of original material in 18 years.

Before you go there, here’s Keith on Fallon, playing some old familiar riffs on Keith’s FIVE-STRING GUITAR! :

If that ain’t enough for all ye ‘Stones fans, here’s one from the new album:

And if that don’t light up yer day, yer not amongst the living. BEST WISHES!

The stinking c(&t who is a Brraakkk Obamanation appointee and calls herself a judge has just told President Trump he mustn’t make any negative comments about her, about the shitheaded prosecutor, or, heavens forfend, Joe Biden until after the trial, now scheduled to begin half-way through next year and naturally extend past the next (corrupt) Presidential election.

I doubt I’m alone in stating that Civil War II is overdue…not the one that pundits worry will begin on the left (what a joke…they don’t have any guns!); but the one that will be initated by disgusted patriots on the right who, like so many of us, are sick and tired of all the lies and bullshit coming out of DC.

And of course the war won’t last long. The left, consisting of losers, have only lies to back themselves with. They have no strength, no moral right, no pride (gay pride doesn’t count), and no guts. All they have is corruption. That includes mainstream media, Oboogie-appointed judges, aging politicians with ties to China, and not much else.

As we wait for the cleansing war to start, we can be entertained by such as this:

It’s a good luck day for me, and for all those born on the 13th.

DON’T FORGET THE SOLAR ECLIPSE TOMORROW!!! (It happens during the day…duhhh.)

Joe Biden has committed TREASON! This is not conjecture, it’s the simple truth. Here, from the first day of his impeachment hearing, is definitive proof as read from official documents by Nancy Mace (R., South Carolina):

So what will happen? My best guess is NOTHING. The American people have had entire too many doses of dog poop on the evening news to believe anyone could be one-tenth as corrupt as Joe and his crime family. So it will blow over.

I sincerely hope I’m wrong.

It seems that this statement is being made by people like RFK, Jr. And he’s being mocked for saying it. Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your friggin’ ears:

WI-FI CAUSES CANCER!!!

I know that for a fact because it did it to me. No doubts, no hemming and hawing, no bullshit. I had a large mole on the side of my face for well over 25 years. A few years ago I had Hughes.Net install a new Internet system. The modem sat across from me at my ‘desk,’ three feet away from my head. The installers had turned ON the two wi-fi radios in the modem and didn’t tell me they were on. I had no use for them but never knew they were on.

One year later my face was operated on for BAD cancer, right on the friggin’ mole that had been benign for a quarter century. I lost a large chunk of my face from the operation, and now have a permanent scar. So…

DON’T TRY TO TELL ME WI-FI DOES NOT CAUSE CANCER! IT DOES!!!!

In my back yard there’s a large flattened area among the fireweed. It’s the raccoon stomping ground. Every night they have dances there, and if you listen carefully you might hear the sound of a fiddle in the wee hours of morning, the thump of dancing paws, the laughter.

The flattened area is quite large, 20 feet by 30 feet at least. The fireweed plants, more than six feet tall, have all been trampled down in that area before they had a chance to produce their lovely fiery flowers. The plants make a green carpet for the dancers…until they get trodden into the dirt. Every night a few more plants at the edge of the area succumb to the furry crowd, so the dance area constantly expands.

The raccoon band sits on a big white rock off to the side, allowing maximum room for all the flying, spinning tails of the dancers. They carry on all night and disappear with the rising sun. Once I glanced out at just the right time and saw a few brown furry bodies quickly disappearing into the surrounding wilderness. They don’t like intruders, and I was one.

In the winter, the snow pushes the remaining flowers down to the ground. There they rest until, with warm weather and the Spring runoff, the life cycle of the lovely plants begins again, the eternal dance of life and death. The raccoons thrive on this, and are an integral part of the process.

This summer, 2023, I  have seen sixteen raccoons at one time in front of the house, generally around dusk. They are playing, eating what I give them, fighting, climbing the massive tree there, just enjoying life. Then they disappear for the night. God knows where they hide. I suspect there are more than twenty raccoons living near me now. I used to have over thirty wild cats, but never saw one of them except at feeding time. It’s the same with these ring-tailed warriors. God bless them all, and may their food money hold out!

Are you ready to learn something new? Grab hold of your seat and watch this formerly banned and hidden segment of an episode by Tucker Carlson that never made the airwaves…until now.

Forget what you thought you knew about American history. Prepare for a strong dose of factual reality to counteract the propaganda our government and the fake news media has been feeding us since the invention of television. This segment of Tucker Carlson’s Jan. 20, 2023. show was deleted. This is the deleted 4-1/2 minutes that you probably won’t find anywhere else online. Here’s Tucker…CLICK ON THE ARROW BELOW:

“Most people prefer to believe their leaders are just and fair even in the face of evidence to the contrary, because once a citizen acknowledges that the government under which they live is lying and corrupt, the citizen has to choose what he or she will do about it. To take action in the face of a corrupt government entails risks of harm to life and loved ones. To choose to do nothing is to surrender one’s self-image of standing for principles. Most people do not have the courage to face that choice. Hence, most propaganda is not designed to fool the critical thinker but only to give moral cowards an excuse not to think at all.” — Michael Rivero.

Here’s the simple truth about masks:

This, ladies & gents, is one reason I don’t have and will never have a cell phone. By the way, Twitter (or X if you prefer) still mandates a cell phone for use of their b/s. If you screw up you have to get verified by a ‘text message,’ whatever the f*&k that is. One can’t get text messages on a common landline. Ditto Walmart, who would not take my money recently online because I could not get a text message to verify who I was. Talk about bloody stupid.

Here’s Ed Snowden telling the facts. This information might not bother some of you, because you are not advocating for the overthrow of an illegitimate regime, you pay all your taxes, and you have not been testing all manner of firearms for over sixty years; but it does bother me. My old buddy J.I.L., who never owned a computer but had military intelligence connections and could match my rather extensive Internet-researched knowledge on most any subject, knew many decades ago the government was keeping track of every single telephone call made by any and all American citizens. Listen to Ed:

During the closing days of WWII the Germans were really short of manpower. They needed every hand they could get—prisoners, women, men too young or too old to be soldiers—to man the factories to make war supplies, even if the Germans had to keep a close eye on the prisoners for sabotage. But of course the Germans, being an entirely stupid race, decided to destroy a massive amount of that potential manpower by gassing, burning, etc., some six million people.

…DUHHH!

Anyone with half a brain with at least one or two brain cells still functioning will see through that in an instant. GERMANS ARE NOT STUPID!

But those who have not spent at least ten seconds thinking about things won’t believe that. Instead, they’ll believe the horse manure they’ve been fed ever since all the massive lies were told by the Allies during the Nuremberg Trials.

Then, of course, there are the admitted, yes ADMITTED, lies of a low-life Jew named Elie Wiesel who told tall tales about atrocities he ‘witnessed.’

Except he didn’t.

He admitted in print they were tall tales, outright lies. Elie Wiesel made it all up, and said so. Yet his bullshit is taken for GOSPEL by many morons, lending credence to the old holocaust hoax.

When his DOCUMENTED lies were recently presented to the Ann Arbor city council, what did the council do? Most of them walked out. “No, we don’t want to be told we’re fucking stupid, believing all that horseshit about the (non-existent) holocaust. We’ll just leave!” A few stayed, but turned their backs on the presenter.

Imagine a few decades from now, some poor bastard gets up and tries to tell an audience of important people how dismal and inept was the illegal Presidential term of Joe Biden and his (crooked) family. And that influential audience turns their backs or walks out of the room, believing instead all the BULLSHIT put out by all of today’s mainstream media that will somehow made it into future history books created by those who are low enough or corrupt enough to publish lie after lie about the turd in the White House and his drug-dazed son, making today’s agonizing and ongoing baloney look and sound good for future generations.

WAKE UP, PEOPLE! YOU’VE BEEN LIED TO!

The proper lyrics to “Down the Road A Piece” were not, “Mama’s cookin’ chicken fried in bacon grease.” Chuck Berry and the Rolling Stones, copying Berry’s lyrics, got it wrong. The song was about music being played on a piano with a bass and drum accompaniment, and the music can be heard at a place just, “…down the road a piece.”

In the original song, nobody gave a crap about what Mama was doing. She could have been darning her socks, cooking dinner, watching TV, doing the laundry, or getting drunk in the basement. Putting the word “mama” in the song made no sense at all.

But the original lyrics made a lot of sense! The lyrics, from the Will Bradley Trio in 1940, referred to the quality of the boogie-woogie music, and praised it greatly. Here are the lyrics:

Now if you wanna hear some boogie, then I know the place,
It’s just an old piano and a knocked out bass.
The drummer man’s a guy they call Eight-Beat Mac,
You remember Doc and old Beat Me Daddy Slack.
Man, it’s better than chicken fried in bacon grease!
Come along with me boys, just down the road a piece.         

Now there’s a place you really get your kicks.
It’s open every night from ’bout twelve to six.
If you wantin’ boogie woogie then you’ll get your fill.
Yeah, it put the eight beats through you like an old steam drill
Come along with me boys ‘fore they lose their lease
It’s just down the road, down the road a piece.

Now, when I found those original lyrics they made me wonder. I normally cooked chicken in the oven, baking it. Never did like it all that much, nor did my chief taster, Louie the cat. So, having a large can of bacon grease, I thought, “Why not?”

Accordingly, I cooked my next batch of chicken in some of that bacon grease. I could scarcely keep Louie from eating all the chicken. WOW! Is that good!!! Never again will I cook chicken any other way. Curses to Chuck Berry and the ‘Stones for keeping this golden information and that wonderful chicken from me all those years.

The original recording is well worth a good listen:

If there is a more charming pair of movies than “Enola Holmes” 1 & 2 I’d very much like to know what they are. Millie Bobby Brown (Stranger Things) nails the character with charm and poise unparalleled in my experience. We came to know her in Stranger Things, but easily come to love her in these two (so far) movies. Her frequent interface with the fourth wall brings light into her performance that enhances the experience.

They’re good stories, too. Mystery with action, charm, exactly no friggin’ queers, no bad language, did I mention charm?, and with correct period scenes, clothing, and attitudes. The movies—and the books from which they spring—take us to the late 19th century in England, with Enola interplaying with the well-known Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft, her older brothers. Sherlock is played by Henry Cavill, who has great good looks and thus is not the best actor to play Holmes…though he fits well enough here. The definitive Sherlock is unquestionably Jeremy Brett, but he’s dead, so….

The books from which the movies evolve are by Nancy Springer, an American writer, which came as a surprise to me. The details in her excellent books about Enola Holmes (there are currently eight) concerning the mean streets of London slums in the late 1880s led me to believe Ms. Springer had grown up somewhere near London, or perhaps had some grand way to peer into the past and describe so colourfully the street scenes, the manner of dress the heroine wears, the attitudes between the various ‘castes’ of English folk at the period, and a lot more. These clever details could only come from close experience or vast, truly vast, research. But she is in fact American by birth.

The movies don’t exactly follow the text, which means once your interest is piqued by the Netflix movies, you’ll have to get the books. Ms. Springer has an extremely clever way of turning a phrase, and this makes for delightful reading. The books are sometimes touted as for ‘young readers,’ but that’s a damned lie. They are SUPERB examples of the writer’s art. The fact that there is no cursing on the pages makes boneheads think only the young would enjoy these. By all means, BUY ‘EM!!! C’mon, Millie Bobby! Give us Enola number 3!

I suspect a lot of people won’t like this. But I don’t care. It’s all TRUE, believe it or not. Vast hordes of people have tried mightily to conceal all evidence of the truth about this from the world for many years. Their efforts are tireless and ongoing. However, there are those who have become awake and aware of the truth, much as many of us are being awakened today to the horse manure ongoing in seats of power in the leading nations of the world. There is recent evidence, for example, linking the development of “Covid vaccines” to chemical warfare studies going back over 20 years. Let us begin:

There were 5-1/2 million Jews in Europe before WWII.

There were 5-1/2 million Jews in Europe after WWII.

The 6 million number was bandied about during and before WWI.

There’s a book out there called Tell The Truth & Shame The Devil, by Gerard Menuhin, published in 2015. Yes, that Menuhin. One of the first points the author makes is that, “…what the average child is taught about major historical events is a pack of lies.”

Jumping to the chase, let us briefly consider three major works on the Second World War. These are Eisenhower’s Crusade in Europe, Doubleday, 1948; Churchill’s The Second World War (six volumes, 1948-1954); and de Gaulle’s Mémoires de guerre (1954-59). The total pages are over 7000. The years cover 1948-1959:

NOT ONE WORD OF NAZI GAS CHAMBERS IS TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THEM!

There is NO WORD of any “gas chambers,” “genocide of the Jews,” nor the magic “six fucking million.” One can safely assume those three men knew everything — every goddamned thing — there was to be known about matters in and of the second world war.

More later. Sleep well.

Today is the 25th anniversary of my residence here in the wilds of Idaho. Yep, been here a quarter century. In the interests of sharing some of the peace I have found here, I’ve attached a simple version of an old tune, my playing both parts, and an image of my back yard.

Peace and best wishes to all of you who occasionally drop into my blog site.

……………..R

When he does, it’s the wise man who pays attention:

My apologies for posting info on Tucker Carlson somewhat prematurely. It would appear he is diddling around instead of posting on Twitter. Meanwhile the world spins, more crap is dished out by the useless, traitorous and evil Biden administration and a host of other bad sources, and we here in the far west sit, smoke our pipes, care for our loved ones, and sharpen our knives.

This is one of the best bits of entertainment I’ve seen. Back in the day it was a filler for Bones, for which I never cared. David B. was no longer a vampire, and I never liked his female costar, so Bones was not for me.

I never saw The Finder before now. It’s based on a guy who can locate anything, and in fact has a phobia to do so. That  guy’s played by Geoff Stults. He has a great costar in the huge, 6’5″, 280-pound Michael Clarke Duncan (who owns a bar, the center of all action-starting & -ending), a Federal Marshal played by Mercedes Mason, and a young delinquent under the care of the big bar owner. The juvie is played by Maddie Hasson, of whom I’m a fan. In fact if it were not for my looking for shows with her in it I’d never have found The Finder.

Sadly there are only 13 episodes. Each sort of stands alone, so there’s not much of a story line that was cut by the ending of the series.

The show ended because many of the fans of Bones bad-mouthed The Finder, and the show was also presented in a haphazard way that didn’t help.

One tragedy came with it. Michael Clarke Duncan had a heart attack shortly after the first season aired, and shortly thereafter passed away, age 54. He was great in his part in this series.

If you can find the show, have at it. It’s great storytelling, often with a grand twist.

The meat industry in Australia is killing pigs by means of gas. They are doing it in a manner that is inhumane in the extreme. No need for details, just be aware that the pork industry there consists of the lowest forms of humanity. Spread the word and maybe something can be done about it.

It’s time to cut Lia Thomas’ genitalia completely off. It wants to be a woman, so that’s the first step. It’ll help it identify with being a woman, not having that stuff rattling around in its trousers. Then we’ll have to drill a hole in its crotch (maybe two-inch diameter?) and put some sort of flexible receptacle in there. And of course a set of breasts need to be sewn onto its torso. Maybe get ’em off a friendly hog. Removal of the Adam’s apple might just leave it speechless, but…who cares!

There is only one word to describe this ‘man’ who was able to beat the best women swimmers in the world. That word is:

LOSER!

As one goes along in life, odd things are heard in passing, some of which stay with us…even though they are perhaps not quite right. Examples:

GYPSY ROVER
“He is a gypsy, my father,” she cried.
“A crook, a pimp and a boozer.”
“And I will stay ’til my dying day,
With my chiseling, tipsy loser.”

RICHARD CORY:
We beat the meat and cursed the bed,
And one day Richard Cory went home and ate the cat.

ONE MORE:
The Vince Guaraldi Trio will now play “Castrate Your Friends.”