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Star Member Omaha Steve (32,115 posts)
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Something I stopped doing returns for today at least
Last edited Sun Jun 17, 2012, 05:00 PM USA/ET - Edit history (1)
Because some people have nothing better to do than make fun of my family, I stopped posting personal items a little while ago. Today is a small exception. When I was a young I loved trains. I never outgrew it. I used to ride the Peony Park and Omaha Zoo streamliners.
(http://easycaptures.com/fs/uploaded/569/8544080368.jpg)
http://www.democraticunderground.com/1002820686
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Star Member JDPriestly (31,782 posts)
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Love to you and your family. If people ridicule you, it's because they are envious -- jealousy, that's all it is.
Yeah about that. No. :afro:
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Star Member japple (3,800 posts)
19. Loved your pictures! Thanks for the smiles. To
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those who made fun of your pictures/posts: Sorry your life is so empty and devoid of love and kindness.
Dearest Japple, do you know the big guy at all?
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Star Member CaliforniaPeggy (95,571 posts)
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Aw, those are great pictures! And I love the video......really cute! I always loved riding those little trains.
I think it's a shame that some people make fun of your family. I mean, really. Some people have no hearts.
Thanks for sharing these today.
Happy Father's Day, Steve!
Dearest Peggy, I don't recall ever making fun of OS's family. I think his granddaughter here is adorable. It's OS that I find so offensive, and honestly that is because of what is inside - not out.
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See, now that is cool. Steve gets to spend time with his granddaughter at the park. I think that is a wonderful memory that she will have forever.
Good for you, Steve.
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I suppose the neck-beard is considered part of the family, so, yes, I made fun of it.
I hope somebody springs for some mini-tacos for this pity party. :bawl: :bawl:
What Dutch said, too.
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Is she purposely blocking his face? And what is that guy in front doing? :rofl:
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Is she purposely blocking his face? And what is that guy in front doing? :rofl:
The little girl is just imitating Obama .
(http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Video/110921/nn_10bwi_obamahand_110921.video-260x195.jpg)
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And what is that guy in front doing? :rofl:
I sometimes look like that when I fart.
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Once upon a time there was an engineer
Choo Choo Steve was his name, we hear.
He had an neck beard and he sure had fun
He used Unicorn farts to make his train run.
Omaha Steve says "Love my Socialism!"
Omaha Steve says "Really love mini tacos!"
Omaha Steve says "Love my Socialism!"
Don't know any other Taxes that I love so well!
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See, now that is cool. Steve gets to spend time with his granddaughter at the park. I think that is a wonderful memory that she will have forever.
Good for you, Steve.
I'll also agree with this. Good on you, Steve, for spending time with your granddaughter.
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I'll also agree with this. Good on you, Steve, for spending time with your granddaughter.
Now if you could just show the same loving temprament to the rest of the world, as opposed to your bitter, hateful, miserable self.
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I sometimes look like that when I fart.
:lmao: I just spit cranberries out :rant:
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For the DUmmies, everyone who is not a dim member is fair game for ridicule of hair style, weight, clothes, eyeglass style, eyes themselves - well, everything and anything.
Does it not occur to them that, if they do it (ridicule others) on a regular basis, others might also do it as well, even unto them?
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:lmao: I just spit cranberries out :rant:
Yeah...um...Ok.. sorry bout that.
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Hey Stevie...this one's for you (she used to be absolutely gorgeous)
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aahtK6W7l78[/youtube]
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What is the Socialist talking about. I haven't read every thread concerning the lardass, but I have yet to find one where anyone here says anything ill about his family members as they aren't the one running for public office.
You on the other hand dumbass, not only attempted to run for a public office, you had the stupidity to attempt to hide your true political views and when called on it, you like all other immature jackasses went a threw a hissy fit.
Read my sig line, take that cross off of your back, use it to build a bridge and get the **** over it and your self.
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Oh now.
Nobody ever found the big guy's family values to be lacking anything, other than that he should try to be less of a burden on Marta, than he obviously is.
In fact, the big guy's family values have been applauded here, most enthusiastically by franksolich.
The big guy's whining about criticism that isn't there, that never existed.
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I sometimes look like that when I fart.
Everyone else on the elevator looks like that, too.
:lmao:
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Dearest Japple, do you know the big guy at all?
I suspect the big guy had a fight with Marta, and came out second in it.
Marta, you go, girl!
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I suspect the big guy had a fight with Marta, and came out second in it.
Marta, you go, girl!
She does hold a 4th degree black belt in Rolling Pin Fu!
(http://images.inmagine.com/400nwm/iris/photosindiarm-012/ptg01515650.jpg)
-A student learning the Way of the Rolling Pin
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Continued from A cry in the dark and a shoutout to the cave (OS): (http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,74366.0/msg,892096.html)
The rising sun awakened Marta, and she realized she had fallen asleep on the sofa. She listened to the sounds of a quiet house; the ticking of her grandmother's wind-up clock in the hallway, the mechanical whirring of the refrigerator as it moved inexorably toward its last tray of ice cubes. Marta allowed herself a bitter moment as she thought about the money Steve wasted on his City Council campaign. "Really," Marta said to herself, "$1,000 for one yard sign? And with my credit card! Dammit, Steve, there goes my new refrigerator." With that bitter thought, Marta realized there was something she didn't hear- Steve.
For one long moment, Marta savored the thought that Steve had finally accomplished something. She said to herself, "If he'd put it in his mouth, I wouldn't have heard it. Right?" A flash of guilt followed the faintly eager smile across her face. Marta had been raised with good, solid Midwestern values, and she knew that didn't include smiling at the mental picture of her husband lying on the bedroom floor with a Walther P38 in his mouth. Besides, she had a pretty good idea how difficult it would be to clean up after, and that wiped any trace of a smile from her face.
The moment passed when Marta heard a long, ragged snore from the spare bedroom Steve called his "office", followed by a moist, flatulent eruption. Steve had nodded off in front of the computer, as he so often did after snorting his Oxycontin. Marta looked in the door, then her gaze lingered on the Walther and the unopened box of cartridges on the bedside table. She dismissed the thought that flitted through her head; she had watched enough CSI to know she would be caught, and she'd seen enough NCIS to know a good investigator would get her to confess.
Steve was quiet for a few seconds, then snored again, a ragged, uneven gasp for air. Marta knew Steve's doctor had warned him about sleeping without the CPAP, but this morning she didn't mind that every gasp for air shortened Steve's lifespan. But, she had a headache from falling asleep on the couch, and his gasping and snoring made her head throb.
"Wake up, dammit", she said. Steve snorted, farted again, and stirred. He realized, after Marta did, that he was wearing the same underpants he had been wearing for the past two days (or was it three?, he asked himself). He scratched his neckbeard, went to the bathroom, and relieved himself with the door open. Marta looked at the Walther again; a long, lingering, almost languorous look. The sound of the toilet flushing brought her back from her reverie.
"Mini-tacos?", Steve slurred, the remnants of Oxycontin still turning his words to fuzz. "Get 'em yourself," Marta said. Steve waddled to the kitchen, scratching various body parts as he went. He grabbed two mini-tacos from the box in the freezer, stuffed one in his mouth, and warmed the other in his hand. Marta realized he had not washed his hands after using the toilet.
"When are you going to get out of the house?", she asked. Steve made a face like he was thinking about the answer (was he? She didn't really know anymore). "Don't wanna", he slurred. "Frank Smolish and the Cravers...er, the Clavers...ummm, Fronk SOLICH.. aww hell, they are out there. And the voters of the First Ward are still out there".
Marta responded, crossly, "I don't care if the Ghost of Ronald Reagan himself is out there, carrying a copy of Atlas Shrugged! You will take a shower and put on clean underpants, you will get out of this house, and you will take our granddaughter to the park!" She punctuated every "will" with a harmless, but attention-getting tap on Steve's forehead from the rolling pin she had picked up from the counter.
Steve was more frightened of Marta than he was of the voters of the First Ward, of the Ghost of Ronald Reagan, of a ghostly copy of Atlas Shrugged, or even of franksolich. He sulked on the way to the bathroom. As he showered, Marta considered, then dismissed the thought; no one would believe that Steve had shot himself in the shower. She sighed.
More to come...
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She does hold a 4th degree black belt in Rolling Pin Fu!
Despite her sour dour menacing look and bulk, I've always seen Marta as, well, as almost a saint.
Not quite, but almost.
It can't have been easy for her the past 37 or so years, married to the big guy, bringing in the steady income week after week, year after year, as the big guy hopped from job to job. She's probably been the one holding the family and home together, and paying for most of it.
The big guy's her husband, of course, but really, he's been more like an overgrown exuberant carefree retarded oldest son, with no, or only sham, "responsibilities."
The big guy owes Marta a lot, and it's high time he started paying her back, for all that she's done for him.
He can do that best by going to work every day on time, respecting his bosses and getting along with his co-workers, doing what he's supposed to do in a diligent, humble, and modest manner, bringing in a steady and consistent income so as to give Marta some relief from that. And of course making nice-nice to her when she needs it, not only when he merely wants it.
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When I was a young I loved trains. I never outgrew it
Really? Because it looks like you're cramped in that tiny thing.
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Really? Because it looks like you're cramped in that tiny thing.
That's been an point of hostility towards the big guy, from me.
He mentioned in his campaign literature that he was a fan of model railroading.
But then neglected to specify if he was into H (Lionel) gauge, HO gauge, or N gauge.
There's important differences between the fans of each of the gauges.
You being a woman--and no disrespect meant, NO WAY--you probably wouldn't understand; it's a "guy" thing, sort of like with the Three Stooges.
I inquired of the big guy on these same pages, repeatedly, about the matter, and as usual, he paid no attention, no attention at all, to franksolich.
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That's been an point of hostility towards the big guy, from me.
He mentioned in his campaign literature that he was a fan of model railroading.
But then neglected to specify if he was into H (Lionel) gauge, HO gauge, or N gauge.
There's important differences between the fans of each of the gauges.
You being a woman--and no disrespect meant, NO WAY--you probably wouldn't understand; it's a "guy" thing, sort of like with the Three Stooges.
I inquired of the big guy on these same pages, repeatedly, about the matter, and as usual, he paid no attention, no attention at all, to franksolich.
I only know trains are very large, have really loud horns and you best get the heck out of the way if you see one coming. Oh and the longest trains always show up when you just want to go home.
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She does hold a 4th degree black belt in Rolling Pin Fu!
(http://images.inmagine.com/400nwm/iris/photosindiarm-012/ptg01515650.jpg)
-A student learning the Way of the Rolling Pin
Young flour duster. When you can snatch this potato peeler from my hand, then and only then will you be ready.
Any one old enough to remember Kung Fu?
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I like trains too, but come on man, that's a kiddie ride.
Pathetic.
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Big Dog, :lmao: great stuff!
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Young flour duster. When you can snatch this potato peeler from my hand, then and only then will you be ready.
Any one old enough to remember Kung Fu?
Bruce Li created the idea for that series, and wanted badly to star in it.
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I like trains too, but come on man, that's a kiddie ride.
Pathetic.
I don't know what they have out there, but at least we have Edaville Railroad. the trains are small and slow, but they are big enough for adults to ride on comfortably.
http://www.edaville.com/edaville_photos.html
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That's been an point of hostility towards the big guy, from me.
He mentioned in his campaign literature that he was a fan of model railroading.
But then neglected to specify if he was into H (Lionel) gauge, HO gauge, or N gauge.
There's important differences between the fans of each of the gauges.
You being a woman--and no disrespect meant, NO WAY--you probably wouldn't understand; it's a "guy" thing, sort of like with the Three Stooges.
I inquired of the big guy on these same pages, repeatedly, about the matter, and as usual, he paid no attention, no attention at all, to franksolich.
With hands like smoked hams and fingers like kielbasa, the big guy could never have handled the smaller gauges.
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So another whine fest from OS. Hey when you and yours at the DUmp can kindly explain how it was ok to bash the Bush twins and your side beat up on Sara Palins kids then please feel free to bring a real complaint over. You opened yourself and the family to any and all fair critisim when you ran for office. Nobody here or anyplace else said jack that was close to what's been said about conservative families and your stupid ass is acting all but hurt. I'd tell you to man up but then you would have to be a man first.
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With hands like smoked hams and fingers like kielbasa, the big guy could never have handled the smaller gauges.
I didn't care much for the big guy not answering the question.
You know as well as I do, if the big guy'd been in favor of one gauge, he'd lose the votes of those who favor one of the other two gauges.
He thought he'd get the votes of aficiandos of all three groups if he kept mum, or stayed "neutral" on the issue.
Well, the big guy lost anyway, so there's no political risk involved any more.
I think it's time the big guy answered the question; he says he likes model railroading.
Okay, fine, Steve. But what gauge?
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Big Dog, :lmao: great stuff!
Thanks! I'm no franksolich, but I try.
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Thanks! I'm no franksolich, but I try.
Uh, I'm learning a lot from your style and content, sir.
You're a wonderful writer.
I, in the meantime, am lagging on "the rich bitch kpete meets franksolich," but I hope to get it going again the next few days.
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Damn. He's a whiny bitch, isn't he?
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Granddaughter? In DUmmy grasswipe's family, a kid that age would be someone's great, great, great, great granddaughter.
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And now, back to our story.
After his shower, Steve dressed and walked back to the kitchen. The shower had washed away most of the Oxycontin cobwebs. He wanted to give Marta a bit of payback for tapping him in the forehead with the rolling pin. He thought about what he would say to her, settling on "I put on clean underpants, but not 'cuz you told me to". He knew it was weak sauce, but he didn't want to feel the rolling pin again.
As he rounded the corner from the hallway to the kitchen, Steve took a deep breath, but he caught himself. Did he just hear Marta softly say, "...one of the nicest guys one can ever hope to meet"? His wide eyes took in the scene: Marta sitting at the kitchen table in her housedress with her laptop and a cup of coffee. Her face had a faint glow, and her eyes were soft. On the screen of her laptop was the familiar blue and white of that website. Steve started to sputter, and Marta closed the laptop.
"How..how could you?" Steve spit. Marta looked down, then said softly, "He called me a saint. Well, almost a saint." I don't care if he said you are the love child of Vic Morrow and Gloria Steinem, never speak well of that man in my house again!" "Whose house?", Marta stood and reached for the rolling pin. Steve told himself he'd won this round, and ran for the door. It was Father's Day, after all, and he was going to take his granddaughter to the park.
As he drove to Madison's house, Steve thought about Marta's softness for franksolich; and about his collection of pictures of people who could be the elusive nemesis. Steve's simple, suspicious mind went to a dark place, a place completely divorced from reality. He told himself that he was justified in fantasizing about the high school basketball girls while he was in bed with Marta. "Serves her right." he said to himself.
Steve became certain that franksolich and his fellow Conservatives were stalking him, following him whenever he left the house. Steve began to look at the drivers and pedestrians around him, calling up his mental mugshots of the Cave. Here was a man who looked like Jan Michael Vincent. "That must be Airwolf!" Steve screamed as he sped up and made a sudden right turn. There was a redheaded woman, busty and bold, eating ice cream with long, slow licks. "GINA! AAAH", Steve screeched and drove through a red light. A police officer became dutch508, who must have driven across the state to torment him; a mannequin in a naughty nurse's costume in the window of Priscilla's turned into Celtic Rose. A random man on a motorcycle became Big Dog; Steve was certain he saw a stainless steel .45 on the man's hip, although it was only in his mind.
Steve arrived at Madison's house shaking and sweating. Maddy was overjoyed to see her grandpa, but she wrinkled her nose. "Grandpa, you smell like sweaty poop". "Honey, poop doesn't sweat," Madison's mother said gently. Madison shrugged her shoulders and thought of going out for Funday Sunday with her grandpa. "Where are we going, grandpa?" Steve said, "We're going to Missouri Valley to ride the train." He figured he could slip out of town without being noticed by the horde of Conservatives, and could relax. Besides, he really, really liked small-scale trains- not that there's anything wrong with that.
Steve was still shaking and sweating, but not from fear alone. He went to the bathroom, relieved himself, then took one of the Oxycontin from the pillbox Marta had given him last Father's Day. Amor fidelis, Steve read bitterly from the lid of the pillbox, as he crushed the white tablet and snorted the coarse powder. As he opened the bathroom door, Madison said cheerily, "Grandpa, you didn't wash your hands!" She looked at his face, in search of a smile from her grandpa, and noticed something. "Grandpa, you have something on your face", pointing to the white residue in his straggly moustache. Steve licked his fingers, picked up the stray powder, and licked his fingers again. Madison giggled, remembering that Steve had not washed his hands after using the toilet and finding it wonderfully funny.
To be continued...
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Uh, I'm learning a lot from your style and content, sir.
You're a wonderful writer.
I, in the meantime, am lagging on "the rich bitch kpete meets franksolich," but I hope to get it going again the next few days.
Thank you. It feels good to get back in the habit.
I get a lot from your writing, as well.
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It's a very good story, well written. I am waiting for the introduction of the obumazombie character.
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It's a very good story, well written. I am waiting for the introduction of the obumazombie character.
You never know who will appear- since we all live in Steve's head rent free!
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You never know who will appear- since we all live in Steve's head rent free!
Damn.
That is beyond excellent.
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Damn.
That is beyond excellent.
Agree, Maximus needs to Copy Write his storeys just in case some 2 bit hack comes up in 5 year having plagiarised his story.
No way do we know where he is headed with his story, Possibility's are endless. I believe as long as OS is not portrayed as a criminal then most anything goes.
This could be turn out to be another" American Tragedy," Oh what fun.
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Moved to Omaha Steve and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good Summer. (http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,74626.0.html)
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Agree, Maximus needs to Copy Write his storeys just in case some 2 bit hack comes up in 5 year having plagiarised his story.
No way do we know where he is headed with his story, Possibility's are endless. I believe as long as OS is not portrayed as a criminal then most anything goes.
This could be turn out to be another" American Tragedy," Oh what fun.
Thanks!
I won't give anything away, but I will give you a little teaser:
Chekhov's Gun.
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Okay, fine, Steve. But what gauge?
Whats the gauge Kennith?