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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on November 03, 2010, 12:53:44 AM
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You know, Chief S itting Bull, two years ago on Skins's island, you gloated that the Republican party was dead, buried, gone forever, not likely to torment your twisted mind and body any more.
My, my.
Republican gains in the House of Representatives
1894 130 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
1938 81 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
1872 63 seats picked up
1920 62 seats picked up
1914 62 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
2010 57 seats picked up (two years after Redstone declared the Republican party "dead")*
1946 55 seats picked up
1994 54 seats picked up
1864 50 seats picked up
1966 47 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
1942 47 seats picked up
*with 24 seats still undetermined, most of which will go (R).
Go screw your rectal aperture with a drill-hammer, Chief S itting Bull.
You're such a ****ing arrogant idiot, Redstone, you're my number-one choice for Top Primitive of 2010.
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Oops, it's now up to 58.
John Boehner's going to have more (R) congressmen with him, than Newt Gingrich ever did.
I hope that realization makes you blow a hole in the seat of your pants, Redstone.
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Hot diggity damn.
Now it's up to 59; we're getting into Tipsy O'Neill territory.
You remember Tipsy O'Neill, Chief; in fact, you probably even voted for him back when the Dems controlled the House under his speakership.
In case the mind's failing, bird-smacking one, that was during the Reagan years.
Some of us with clear minds recall those years distinctly; how with only the House in his hands, old drunken tipsy-assed delayed, obstructed, and even destroyed, much of the good the Republican president and Republican Senate tried to accomplish during those years.
And thus the "Reagan Revolution" was left uncompleted.
Well, stoned red-faced one, it looks as if John Boehner's going to have the same numbers (of congressmen) that ol' wart-faced carbuncled sourpuss had.....and so it's going to be interesting, seeing what he can do with the "Obama Revolution."
Turnabout is fair play, asshole.
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Hot diggity damn.
Now it's up to 59; we're getting into Tipsy O'Neill territory.
You remember Tipsy O'Neill, Chief; in fact, you probably even voted for him back when the Dems controlled the House under his speakership.
In case the mind's failing, bird-smacking one, that was during the Reagan years.
Some of us with clear minds recall those years distinctly; how with only the House in his hands, old drunken tipsy-assed delayed, obstructed, and even destroyed, much of the good the Republican president and Republican Senate tried to accomplish during those years.
And thus the "Reagan Revolution" was left uncompleted.
Well, stoned red-faced one, it looks as if John Boehner's going to have the same numbers (of congressmen) that ol' wart-faced carbuncled sourpuss had.....and so it's going to be interesting, seeing what he can do with the "Obama Revolution."
Turnabout is fair play, asshole.
Frank you're fired up and I personally like it!
And to allow you to yell "Scoreboard" at the DUmmies even more...it looks like the GOP will pick up a total of 65 seats in the House when the dust finally settles.
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Good morning, Chief S itting Bull, sir, you nauseous gaseous old windbag.
It appears that during the night, Republican gains in the House races exceeded those of 1914, 1920, and 1872, bumping this up into third place in historic landslides.
Not to mention substantial pickups in gubernatorial chairs, and good gains in the Senate.
Have you jammed your fist into the glass screen of the television set yet, making the application of a razor blade unnecessary? Knocked down any telephone poles? Slugged your wife? Smacked any birds? Finally pent up in a mental ward? Or in jail?
I alas see a problem, Chief, for this side.
John Boehner is a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can hope to meet, and despite this near-record nuimber of Republicans to back him up in the House, he's not going to treat the Big Zero in the same crude coarse rude snide manner with which the fat flaccid drunken Irishman treated Ronald Reagan during the 1980s.
Damn.
I wish he would, but it's not in him.
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Hey, DUmbass, I sure hope this is one of the most painful mornings you have ever had.
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Hey, DUmbass, I sure hope this is one of the most painful mornings you have ever had.
The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is probably still passed out, from the superfluidity of alcoholic comforts in which he partook during this Dem Disaster.
In case you didn't know this, in real life Chief S itting Bull has a drinking problem.
I'm happily confident however that when Redstone does wake up, he's going to have one Hell of a hangover, and it couldn't happen to a better asshole.
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The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is probably still passed out, from the superfluidity of alcoholic comforts in which he partook during this Dem Disaster.
In case you didn't know this, in real life Chief S itting Bull has a drinking problem.
I'm happily confident however that when Redstone does wake up, he's going to have one Hell of a hangover, and it couldn't happen to a better asshole.
Frank, I hope it feels like ground up glass in his pointy head.
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Ahem.
Now it's 65 seats, Chief S itting Bull.
The third-largest House landslide for the Republicans in history, jerk.
So much for a party that"s "dead and buried forever."
Shove that up your rectal aperture and smoke it, Redstone.
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Ahem.
Now it's 65 seats, Chief S itting Bull.
The third-largest House landslide for the Republicans in history, jerk.
So much for a party that"s "dead and buried forever."
Shove that up your rectal aperture and smoke it, Redstone.
It is a great day Frank,we didn`t get all we hoped for but that is life.
We got what we needed.
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Ahem.
Now it's 65 seats, Chief S itting Bull.
The third-largest House landslide for the Republicans in history, jerk.
So much for a party that"s "dead and buried forever."
Shove that up your rectal aperture and smoke it, Redstone.
It gets better Frank. The Dem candidate in the Florida race for Governor just conceded.
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We got what we needed.
This is something only decent and civilized people can understand, but all we needed was to pick up one seat in the House, one seat in the Senate, and one governor's chair, to "win" the elections of 2010.
The Dems were destined to "lose," because that's the way history rolls; only Roosevelt in 1934 and Bush in 2002 bucked the tides of history.
So the Dems were going to lose anyway, no matter what the (R)s picked up, a little or a lot.
I'm waiting for the Dems and the primitives to spin this, "Well, we won because we didn't lose control of the Senate."
The last half of that statement is true, the front part of it is false.
The Dems didn't lose control of the Senate, but the Dems lost seats in the Senate.
We won, they lost. It's as simple as that.
All we needed to do to "win," was to pick up one seat in each chamber, and one statehouse.
That's all; nothing more.
Everything else has been gravy, and there's trainloads of gravy.
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It gets better Frank. The Dem candidate in the Florida race for Governor just conceded.
na na na na hey hey hey hey goodbye...
You too bird-man of DUmp-a-traz....
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na na na na hey hey hey hey goodbye...
You too bird-man of DUmp-a-traz....
The hits just keep on coming.
Paul LePage is the Governor elect of the State of Maine.
And did I mention he was a Tea Party backed candidate? ;D
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pDu3572PJk[/youtube]
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I'm waiting for the Dems and the primitives to spin this, "Well, we won because we didn't lose control of the Senate."
The last half of that statement is true, the front part of it is false.
The Dems didn't lose control of the Senate, but the Dems lost seats in the Senate.
We won, they lost. It's as simple as that.
All we needed to do to "win," was to pick up one seat in each chamber, and one statehouse.
That's all; nothing more.
Everything else has been gravy, and there's trainloads of gravy.
The house seats come up for election again in 2012 and 1/3 of the senate seats ++++++++++...THE WHITEHOUSE.....
So keep digging and lets get the same kind of, or better than, majority the democrats had.
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One wonders if Chief S itting Bull can play this on his banjo, with his old pal and best bud, the now-mausoleumed lying tits primitive, the "TomInTib" primitive:
So long sad times
Go long bad times
We are rid of you at last
Howdy gay times
Cloudy gray times
You are now a thing of the past
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again
Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on
From now on ...
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So, Let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy times
Happy nights
Happy days
Are here again!
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pDu3572PJk[/youtube]
Heh, heh...nice. 8)
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The hits just keep on coming.
Paul LePage is the Governor elect of the State of Maine.
And did I mention he was a Tea Party backed candidate? ;D
Republican Tea Party governor of Florida just claimed victory about 1 hour ago too...
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You know, Chief S itting Bull, two years ago on Skins's island, you gloated that the Republican party was dead, buried, gone forever, not likely to torment your twisted mind and body any more.
My, my.
Republican gains in the House of Representatives
1894 130 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
1938 81 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
1872 63 seats picked up
1920 62 seats picked up
1914 62 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
2010 57 seats picked up (two years after Redstone declared the Republican party "dead")*
1946 55 seats picked up
1994 54 seats picked up
1864 50 seats picked up
1966 47 seats picked up (two years after the Republican party was declared "dead")
1942 47 seats picked up
*with 24 seats still undetermined, most of which will go (R).
Go screw your rectal aperture with a drill-hammer, Chief S itting Bull.
You're such a ****ing arrogant idiot, Redstone, you're my number-one choice for Top Primitive of 2010.
Geez, frank, tell us how you really feel about this primitive...:)
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Geez, frank, tell us how you really feel about this primitive...:)
Oh now, as you know, sir, I find Chief S itting Bull a rather fascinating object of study.
Perhaps you didn't know this, but the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is dealing with an unfortunate degenerative neuro-muscular condition, which of course goes without saying that, yes, yes, yes, that's very bad, that's terrible.
But at the same time, for some reason, Chief S itting Bull thinks he can "deal with" the problem by building and solidifying his rage and anger and resentment and Hate against all that is good and decent; by hitting people and things, by reckless tearing-down and destruction.
And so franksolich remains inquisitively curious, how that's going to work out for the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, in ameliorating his unfortunate situation.
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This needs to be bumped back up. Redstone is a wimp and an idiot, and he deserves to be mocked and ridiculed to his face, and he would sit there and take it or he would be physically damaged more than he already is. But since he chooses to stay saftly hidden away, this will have to do.
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This needs to be bumped back up. Redstone is a wimp and an idiot, and he deserves to be mocked and ridiculed to his face, and he would sit there and take it or he would be physically damaged more than he already is. But since he chooses to stay saftly hidden away, this will have to do.
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H5 for the idea. And, a bump.
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Oh now, as you know, sir, I find Chief S itting Bull a rather fascinating object of study.
Perhaps you didn't know this, but the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is dealing with an unfortunate degenerative neuro-muscular condition, which of course goes without saying that, yes, yes, yes, that's very bad, that's terrible.
But at the same time, for some reason, Chief S itting Bull thinks he can "deal with" the problem by building and solidifying his rage and anger and resentment and Hate against all that is good and decent; by hitting people and things, by reckless tearing-down and destruction.
And so franksolich remains inquisitively curious, how that's going to work out for the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, in ameliorating his unfortunate situation.
I submit that the above is. perhaps, the most effective and blistering example of passive-aggressive annihilation yet seen by man.
I'm thrilled to be able to witness it first-hand.
Were I a college freshman again, full of piss, vinegar and talent, I would aspire to be taught by this man.
Nicely done, boss.
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But since he chooses to stay safely hidden away, this will have to do.
Yeah, Chief S itting Bull has been hiding, and it pisses me off.
After all, I'm the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive's publicist, and he wants to be among the TOP DUmmies OF 2010.
But I can't promote, boost, publicize, advertise, Redstone if he doesn't produce things for me to put out in the public eye so he's known.
It's kind of like being the PR agent for Greta Garbo.*
*I think Greta Garbo was the movie star who wanted to "be left alone."
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It's kind of like being the PR agent for Greta Garbo.*
Please. Stop. Can't....breathe...laughing too hard...
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Please. Stop. Can't....breathe...laughing too hard...
Actually, ever since I was a little lad, I always wanted to be in advertising or publicity.
As odd as it might seem, my isolation from contemporary culture--because of my being deaf--makes me rather new and unusual. Seeing things from a different side, having an unusual perspective, thoughts and ideas pure, raw, and unadulterated by outside influences (such as television or movies).
When Pedro Picasso, the "Atman" primitive, surely one of God's stupidest creatures on this green earth, showed up at our old home, he drew so much negative reaction that I offered to be his public-relations man, to burnish his image, to help make him look good.
Pedro Picasso wouldn't cooperate, though--we worked at cross-purposes, he trying his damnedest to look stupid, and my trying my damnedest to make him look good--and so I gave up, firing him as a client.
My current clients, as you may well guess, include (there's others) Chief S itting Bull, the sparkling husband primitive, Mrs. Alfred Packer, Doug's stupid ex-wife, Oscar Wilde, the defrocked warped primitive, and Die alte Sau.
They're all a handful to work with, when it comes to improving their public image, the defrocked warped primitive being the biggest piece of work.
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Bump to the top again, because I'm getting worried.
Chief S itting Bull's been gone from Skins's island for days and days and days.
Maybe the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive tried to hit someone with an axe, and it slipped.
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Bump to the top again, because I'm getting worried.
Chief S itting Bull's been gone from Skins's island for days and days and days.
Maybe the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive tried to hit someone with an axe, and it slipped.
It's called a "bender," boss.
Unless, of course, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive doesn't imbibe, in which case, you may be correct.
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It's called a "bender," boss.
Unless, of course, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive doesn't imbibe, in which case, you may be correct.
I think that you may be onto something.
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Okay, time to "bump" this for Saturday, returning it to the front page, so Chief S itting Bull can see it.
I've been all over Skins's island the past four days, and haven't seen the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive at all; one wonders what's up with that, given that Redstone has an opinion about everything, and never's been afraid to say it. And there's been plenty on Skins's island on which Chief S itting Bull could opine.
One wonders if something happened; perhaps the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive was putting gasoline into his car at the neighborhood convenience store, the self-service pumps, and because the fuel was slow in flowing, he leaned over, lighted cigarette dangling from his lips, to look inside the aperture.
Alas! poor S itting Bull! alas!
As many know, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, who now lives in eastern Connecticut, was born and raised in New Hampshire, coming from a long line of earnest, hardworking, modest Gaels, the salt of the earth, who spent generations working in the textile mills there.
That was too meant to be Redstone's destiny, but he arrogantly balked at the notion. No way was he going to be a manual laborer; he was too good to get dirt and callous on his hands. Besides, he had "talent"--in music, in song-writing, in song-singing, in the jewelry business, in the know-it-all business, in the hospitality business, in the beating-people-up business.
Chief S itting Bull wasn't going to work in an old textile mill; he was going to be a star.
Well, well.....
The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is now, of course 60 years old (give or take one year either way), and as it turns out, never did anything worthwhile with his life. Sure, during the late 1960s, he teamed up with the lying tits primitive, the now-mausoleumed "TomInTib" primitive, and they hitch-hiked around the Great American Southwest (including a stayover at the Charles Manson "ranch")....but that's a scant accomplishment.
Alas! poor S itting Bull! alas!
Now, if circa 1967 or 1968 or 1969, Redstone had gone to work at the textile factory, well, here it is, a little more than forty years later--and he would be about ready to retire with a five-figure pension and a six- or seven-figure retirement account. The Life of Riley, he could be looking forward to.
But no.....
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Chief S itting Bull wasn't going to work in an old textile mill; he was going to be a star.
Well, well.....
The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is now, of course 60 years old (give or take one year either way), and as it turns out, never did anything worthwhile with his life. Sure, during the late 1960s, he teamed up with the lying tits primitive, the now-mausoleumed "TomInTib" primitive, and they hitch-hiked around the Great American Southwest (including a stayover at the Charles Manson "ranch")....but that's a scant accomplishment.
Alas! poor S itting Bull! alas!
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My GOD, I'm in the presence of GENIUS!!!!! :bow:
That is, beyond any question, the most insidious mind **** our great species has EVER created!!!!
It is a textbook example of "killing with kindness." People have been known to swallow bullets in response to far less heinous than this...
I'm sorry, coach, but a H5 just won't cut it this time. I'm gonna have to blow ya, damnit.
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That is, beyond any question, the most insidious mind **** our great species has EVER created!!!!
Uh, no.
The message was addressed to Chief S itting Bull, not decent and civilized people.
I'm thinking about writing a 21st-century version of The Pilgrim's Progress, making Redstone the star in it.
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I'm thinking about writing a 21st-century version of The Pilgrim's Progress, making Redstone the star in it.
I had a professor like you once...
The guy was the love child of Bobby Fischer, Errol Flynn, Lenny Bruce and Otis the Drunk.
My God, the most influential and beloved teacher (in the truest sense of the word) I have ever encountered in my almost-50 years. :-)
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People have been known to swallow bullets in response to far less heinous than this...
Actually, besides his ill-fated gloating and bloating election night 2008, pronouncing the Republican party dead forever, and besides his, uh, rather unusual way of dealing with his affliction, Chief S itting Bull appeals to me for a third reason.
I know people like Redstone in real life; not many, but a few.
(And coincidentally, they're all "socially conscious" Dems.)
Myself having been born deaf, I have no idea what a voice really sounds like, but in my case, this voice is as flat and wide and slow as the Platte River of Nebraska.
No stumbling, no stuttering, no stalling, just really slow.
(Actually, foreigners, those for whom English is a second language, and those who are trying to learn English, like to hear me, because I'm allegedly "understandable" to them--but of course 99% of my communicative contacts are with those from this time and place.)
I look utterly normal, utterly average.
And so it can be disconcerting for a person seeing me the first time, when I start to speak.
All my life, ever since I was about 2' tall, I've noticed that while this attribute bothers decent and civilized people only little, or not at all, it really really really "gets to" a certain species of people.
The hot-tempered, the chipped-on-the-shouldered, and "socially conscious" Dems.
And of course the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is (a), (b), and (c) above; all of them.
I've always said it's a good thing Redstone and I have never met in real life, because it wouldn't turn out well. I already know what's going to happen, as I've seen this reaction in his kind of person.
The eyes crossing to inside of the head, smoke puffing out of the ears, mouth paralyzed wide-open, face turning dark red, hands becoming claw-like, nostrils flaring, and blood vessels inside the skull popping and bursting, causing an apoplexic fit.
I'm a nice guy; I don't want Chief S itting Bull to suffer an apoplexic fit.
I guarantee you that would be Redstone's reaction to franksolich.
Past, and numerous, experience doesn't lie.
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My GOD, I'm in the presence of GENIUS!!!!! :bow:
That is, beyond any question, the most insidious mind **** our great species has EVER created!!!!
It is a textbook example of "killing with kindness." People have been known to swallow bullets in response to far less heinous than this...
I'm sorry, coach, but a H5 just won't cut it this time. I'm gonna have to blow ya, damnit.
Naah . . . get a soil-biology PhD. student to do that! :naughty:
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And so it can be disconcerting for a person seeing me the first time, when I start to speak.
All my life, ever since I was about 2' tall, I've noticed that while this attribute bothers decent and civilized people only little, or not at all, it really really really "gets to" a certain species of people.
The hot-tempered, the chipped-on-the-shouldered, and "socially conscious" Dems.
And of course the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is (a), (b), and (c) above; all of them.
Past, and numerous, experience doesn't lie.
If you aren't already writing a book, you are doing a grave disservice to literate people, and I am going to be exceedingly disappointed in you, personally.
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If you aren't already writing a book, you are doing a grave disservice to literate people, and I am going to be exceedingly disappointed in you, personally.
We've told Frank before that he needs to write a book. If nothing else, he could write an anthology of his short stories that he has posted on here. I'm not sure how to find them, but Frank has written quite a few stories of his travels and the people he has met along the way.
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We've told Frank before that he needs to write a book. If nothing else, he could write an anthology of his short stories that he has posted on here. I'm not sure how to find them, but Frank has written quite a few stories of his travels and the people he has met along the way.
My point exactly. I've been a writer for over three decades now, and rarely have I come across a writer who's great talent has so intrigued and hungered me in so few words.
I'm truly impressed...
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Okay, time to "bump" this for Saturday, returning it to the front page, so Chief S itting Bull can see it.
I've been all over Skins's island the past four days, and haven't seen the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive at all; one wonders what's up with that, given that Redstone has an opinion about everything, and never's been afraid to say it. And there's been plenty on Skins's island on which Chief S itting Bull could opine.
One wonders if something happened; perhaps the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive was putting gasoline into his car at the neighborhood convenience store, the self-service pumps, and because the fuel was slow in flowing, he leaned over, lighted cigarette dangling from his lips, to look inside the aperture.
Alas! poor S itting Bull! alas!
As many know, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, who now lives in eastern Connecticut, was born and raised in New Hampshire, coming from a long line of earnest, hardworking, modest Gaels, the salt of the earth, who spent generations working in the textile mills there.
That was too meant to be Redstone's destiny, but he arrogantly balked at the notion. No way was he going to be a manual laborer; he was too good to get dirt and callous on his hands. Besides, he had "talent"--in music, in song-writing, in song-singing, in the jewelry business, in the know-it-all business, in the hospitality business, in the beating-people-up business.
Chief S itting Bull wasn't going to work in an old textile mill; he was going to be a star.
Well, well.....
The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is now, of course 60 years old (give or take one year either way), and as it turns out, never did anything worthwhile with his life. Sure, during the late 1960s, he teamed up with the lying tits primitive, the now-mausoleumed "TomInTib" primitive, and they hitch-hiked around the Great American Southwest (including a stayover at the Charles Manson "ranch")....but that's a scant accomplishment.
Alas! poor S itting Bull! alas!
Now, if circa 1967 or 1968 or 1969, Redstone had gone to work at the textile factory, well, here it is, a little more than forty years later--and he would be about ready to retire with a five-figure pension and a six- or seven-figure retirement account. The Life of Riley, he could be looking forward to.
But no.....
Frank... you have a way with words that is indescribable. You should really write a book. Doesn't matter the subject... you would make it interesting!
:cheersmate:
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Sunday bump, but this is the last time I'm bumping this thread, as it's obvious Chief S itting Bull is cowering away from Skilns's island, afraid to go there in case someone asks him about his infamous prediction of early November 2008.
Either that, or the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, who has really poor "impulse control," is in jail.
First, his long-suffering battered wife, and next, a cop.
My, my.
Redstone really needs to learn some manners, to help him more gracefully accept his humble status in life.
Burned in the memory is one from December 2007, after the U.S. Senate had approved the nomination of George Bush's choice for attorney general. Everybody out here in the wider real world had known that the choice would be approved since the preceding September--and hence it was no surprise to anybody but the primitives, who got all upset and bent out of shape because of it.
The primitives have a bad habit of being behind on what's going on.
Towards suppertime the day of the vote, Chief S itting Bull and Pedro Picasso, the "Atman" primitive, showed up together, finding the primitives substantially bawl-babying and demoralized. They then both lit the same campfire, ordering my fellow alum Skins to show up on Skins's island, so as to hearten the primitives.
Neither of them begged or requested--both of them "demanded."
A peasant and a pauper summoning the king?
Skins didn't show up, and so the "demands" of the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive and Pedro Picasso got more and more angry, more and more hysterical. Both even started slandering, libeling, distorting, muddying, smearing, the good name of my fellow alum.
It was disgraceful watching that, a peasant and a pauper spitting at the king.
As it turned out, my fellow alum was that same evening babysitting his two young sons at home, not aware that two lowly pissants had commanded him to appear. But when Skins showed up at the corporate offices of Skins's island the next morning, he saw the campfire, and responded.
My fellow alum has a problem; he apologizes for things when it's better to just tell the primitives to fudge off.
Redstone and Pedro Picasso were on Skins's island at the time, but neither of them came around to this campfire to humbly thank Skins for showing up....in fact, for about the next two months, the arrogant asses ignored every single campfire at which my fellow alum showed up, shunning him.
It blows the mind, that Chief S itting Bull and Pedro Picasso dared think that they were in a position to "demand" something of Skins, when in fact neither of them is good enough, bright enough, ethical enough, worthy enough, to as much as kiss the shoelaces on my fellow alum's shoes.
franksolich can forgive much, but franksolich finds it very difficult to forgive arrogant presumption.
Okay, this is the last time I'm bumping this, because I'm going to be busy the next four days, and besides, it's now painfully apparent that Chief S itting Bull is in some sort of trouble that keeps him away from Skins's island; in jail, or a mental ward, or a gutter, or something.....or too cowardly to show his mug on Skins's island.