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http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023345557
Oh my.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 10:29 AM
You know Walmart is in trouble when...
Their ads don't try to sell anything. No sales. No price rollbacks. Just "Hey, look! We really don't suck that bad! Looky looky, here's a young black kid making $7.25 an hour actually believing we'll make him an IT guy in the home office some day! LOL! Come buy some cheap Chinese shit, because we really don't suck as much as everyone says!"
It's a big campfire, so only a few primitive comments, selected at random:
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 10:45 AM
5. BTW, the difference is, Walmart sucks.
Target sucks, too. But less, and they don't nick you with their teeth. I don't shop at either.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 11:03 AM
15. I don't shop at Nordstrom's for anything. I don't shop at malls, period.
Yes, I'm a snob I guess. I also happen to live out in the country, and have very few choices. Yes, there is a Walmart, but I won't shop there. I go to my local hardware store, I shop at Big Y for necessities, we farm our own produce, [franksolich : :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:] we buy local meat at the farmer's market on Sunday. I realize that not everyone has access to this sort of shopping...ironically, we shop this way because we don't have easy access to malls and mass-market stuff.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 11:28 AM
21. I'm born in Boston, grew up on the beach in Florida
I'm not unfamiliar with "rubbing shoulders." We moved to our country home from the city. Downsized, sold half our stuff after the kids moved out. We're now between NYC and Boston...not a bad place to be. It's just a change of pace. This is the first year we've had our own garden. I mean, a real garden, big. We'll be canning soon. [franksolich: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:] All our produce is fresh picked a few hours before we eat it. But we still makes trips to the "big city."
And yes, we make pretty good money, and I understand that many cannot afford to shop anywhere else but Walmart. But in my experience, if you pay attention, you get better quality that lasts longer by shopping local anyway. For instance, my kids were looking for new bikes. We have a local bike shop, a small mom & pop store that sells quality stuff. The kids joked that they'd just go to Walmart and buy a new bike for $90...it's the third bike they've had to buy, because the cheap Walmart crap falls apart, the gears don't work, etc. But if they spent $250 bucks, the bike shop will assemble it, provide tune-ups, provide service. Yes, it's more money up front. But it's quality that last, not cheap disposable junk.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 11:07 AM
16. We're not supposed to mention post counts...
But you jumped in for your first posts on DU to defend Walmart. And bash Target, to boot! I know how this business works. I've been in advertising and marketing my entire life. This is a political web site, but you showed up to defend Walmart. Cool, no problem. But let's be honest about it.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 10:59 AM
12. I admit, we have a good, locally owned grocery chain up here.
I know the owners, we're from the same home town. "Big Y." They started as a local green grocer, now they have stores all over New England. Big, nice, mostly locally sourced (they even provide the name of the farms where the produce comes from). I'm happy to spend my money there. We also have an Aldi (German, I believe) and Stop&Shop (Royal Dutch Ahold), but I'll go out of my way to shop at Big Y. Keep it local, support the local farmers. I would never, ever, ever step foot in a Walmart. Even if that young kid was about to be promoted to president.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 11:42 AM
29. Spalding is a good example...
They used to make their basketballs in Springfield, MA. Walmart came to them and wanted to sell genuine Spalding NBA-endorsed basketballs. MASSIVE contract, obviously. Only one caveat...if Spalding wanted the deal to sell millions of NBA basketballs nationwide, they had to use Walmart's manufacturer in China. Spalding gave in, looking for the quick profit. But sales plummeted. The Chinese basketballs looked like genuine Spalding basketballs, but they were made of hard, brittle cheap rubber. Players hated them...they didn't feel right, they didn't bounce right...but, hey, they were cheap at Walmart!
Spalding learned their lesson. They sold a lot of basketballs, but their brand took a major hit. Walmart is all about cheap crap.
Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 11:35 AM
24. Again with the bashing of Walmart "competitors."
Hmmm.
Personally, I can't stand Whole Foods. Total rip off. They cater to a certain market that actually seems to love the snob appeal. I don't like knowing I'm being deliberately ripped off. That's why we do the farmer's markets and local stores. If you bother to educate yourself, you can find equally good deals at local shops. We have at least a dozen homes near us who have chickens wandering around in the yard*...$2 a dozen for fresh, local eggs, not shipped in from a ConAgra hell-house. And a couple of farms which make their own cheeses, sell their own free-roaming cows. Yes, it's not "normal," but it's also not Walmart. A well-educated consumer is Walmart's worst fear.
*Geezuz, what a blatant lie.
The evil twin lives in Connecticut, in a "rustic area" set aside for the 1%.
One highly doubts anybody in Connecticut has chickens running around their well-manicured acres of yards.
Nobody, but nobody, even in the very poorest parts of Nebraska has chickens running around in their front yard.
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Walmart has done more to help poor people in a year than the government ever has.
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Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 11:03 AM
15. I don't shop at Nordstrom's for anything. I don't shop at malls, period.
Yes, I'm a snob I guess. I also happen to live out in the country, and have very few choices. Yes, there is a Walmart, but I won't shop there. I go to my local hardware store, I shop at Big Y for necessities, we farm our own produce, we buy local meat at the farmer's market on Sunday. I realize that not everyone has access to this sort of shopping...ironically, we shop this way because we don't have easy access to malls and mass-market stuff.
I've lived 'out in the country' all of my life. Not once have I seen meat for sale at our farmer's market or at any of the farmer's markets in neighboring towns. Around here you go to the farmer's market if you want produce. You go to the slaughter house if you want meat.
I'm not saying that farmer's markets elsewhere don't sale meat. I'm just saying that it doesn't happen any where near here.
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I've lived 'out in the country' all of my life. Not once have I seen meat for sale at our farmer's market or at any of the farmer's markets in neighboring towns. Around here you go to the farmer's market if you want produce. You go to the slaughter house if you want meat.
I'm not saying that farmer's markets elsewhere don't sale meat. I'm just saying that it doesn't happen any where near here.
The same here.
I think it'd be hazardous, buying meat at a "farmers'" market anyway.
No USDA inspection.
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I've lived 'out in the country' all of my life. Not once have I seen meat for sale at our farmer's market or at any of the farmer's markets in neighboring towns. Around here you go to the farmer's market if you want produce. You go to the slaughter house if you want meat.
I'm not saying that farmer's markets elsewhere don't sale meat. I'm just saying that it doesn't happen any where near here.
I'll bet a dollar that the meat he's buying comes from Walmart, and is flipped at the farmer's market for a quick profit.
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I'll bet a dollar that the meat he's buying comes from Walmart, and is flipped at the farmer's market for a quick profit.
This is Connecticut.
I'll bet nearly everything the evil twin buys at a "farmers'" market in Connecticut is grown somewhere down south, and falsely-advertised among the rich primitives of New England as "locally grown."
I'll bet the whole state of Connecticut doesn't produce but half a bushel of corn, and an eighth of a pound of hamburger. I'll bet they don't even have dairy cattle there for nature's perfect food, milk and milk products.
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I think it'd be hazardous, buying meat at a "farmers'" market anyway.
No USDA inspection.
You might be buying last week's deliveryman.
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You might be buying last week's deliveryman.
Good one. Awesome.
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Near, but not in, franksolich's yard. And not chickens.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/road%20trip/birds4_zps34038101.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/road%20trip/birds4_zps34038101.jpg.html)
It's where one comes out of the front yard and gets on the road to get to the driveway to get to the highway.
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I have a dumb question. Are those birds cranes?
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You learn something every day.
Connecticut, a deep blue polluted cesspool choked with dense swarms of democrats, is a rural paradise!!
Despite being home to stinking, squirming masses of cheek-by-jowl liberals (though some are wealthy), Connecticut is a pristine throwback to the nineteenth century.
Compared to Connecticut, the vast prairies of the upper Midwest are an urban megalopolis.
That is, if you believe the permanently unemployed Atman McGrath.
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actually Vermont, west to upper NH, western Maine, have a lot of farmland..
and why do I always feel like I have to defend New England??
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So.....I go to check out houses in the evil twin's neighborhoood, or at least close to his neighborhood.
Connecticut's a pretty tiny state, and everything's close to everything else there; these are probably within a mere two-minute stroll from his own place.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/0405_zps002a7572.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/0405_zps002a7572.jpg.html)
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/0404_zpsdaf6933f.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/0404_zpsdaf6933f.jpg.html)
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/0403_zpsc42fb004.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/0403_zpsc42fb004.jpg.html)
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/0402_zpsda722481.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/0402_zpsda722481.jpg.html)
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/0401_zps1fa04087.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/0401_zps1fa04087.jpg.html)
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/0400_zpsa6329f19.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/0400_zpsa6329f19.jpg.html)
I'm sure these people let chickens run around in their yards.
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I lived in CT for 10 years, and never saw any chickens running around. And, you can't buy meat from a farmer's market because of the temperature and sanitation regulations.
Atman is an insufferable elitist snob, and an idiot to boot.
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I lived in CT for 10 years, and never saw any chickens running around. And, you can't buy meat from a farmer's market because of the temperature and sanitation regulations.
Atman is an insufferable elitist snob, and an idiot to boot.
I'm not so sure now. Much to my horror, apparently one can buy meat at a "farmers'" market, or at least the one the evil twin patronizes.
http://coventryfarmersmarket.com/
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I've lived 'out in the country' all of my life. Not once have I seen meat for sale at our farmer's market or at any of the farmer's markets in neighboring towns. Around here you go to the farmer's market if you want produce. You go to the slaughter house if you want meat.
I'm not saying that farmer's markets elsewhere don't sale meat. I'm just saying that it doesn't happen any where near here.
I've seen some large farmer's market but never seen any sell meat either. I don't think farmers are allowed to sell meat directly to you in the first place, like you said, it has to go through a slaughterhouse that is USDA inspected.
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I'm not so sure now. Much to my horror, apparently one can buy meat at a "farmers'" market, or at least the one the evil twin patronizes.
http://coventryfarmersmarket.com/
Coach, he's still an elitist snob and an idiot.
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The same here.
I think it'd be hazardous, buying meat at a "farmers'" market anyway.
No USDA inspection.
I should of read all the comments before I posted! I was thinking the same thing.
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You can buy meat at farmers markets as long as the seller meets the same USDA regulations as your local grocer. The University of Kentucky did a survey and found that only 14% of markets in the state sold meat.
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I have a dumb question. Are those birds cranes?
Sandhlll Cranes. In case you're thinking I'm kidding you....... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandhill_Crane
Pedro must have been lurking over here.
He felt a need to expound on his new agrarian roots.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023385111
Thu Aug 1, 2013, 09:42 AM
Star Member Atman (26,424 posts)
Our first year of farming is turning out pretty good!
(followed by a picture of some green tomatoes and what looks like a cucumber. Long blah-blah, after that)
Not much in comments.
Someone wanted to know if he ate flowers that happened to be in the picture. (He does.) :lmao:
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God,he is an idiot.
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Sandhlll Cranes. In case you're thinking I'm kidding you....... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandhill_Crane
Pedro must have been lurking over here.
He felt a need to expound on his new agrarian roots.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023385111Not much in comments.
Someone wanted to know if he ate flowers that happened to be in the picture. (He does.) :lmao:
DUmmie says they have a 30' X 30' plot......divided as follows.
She used the "square foot gardening" method. The garden is divided up into nine 4' square plots, each divided into twelve 1' squares.
9x4'=36' and 4x4 =16 squares per block not 12.....not only can Dummies not do math...I don't think they can do plane plain geometry.
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DUmmie says they have a 30' X 30' plot......divided as follows.
She used the "square foot gardening" method. The garden is divided up into nine 4' square plots, each divided into twelve 1' squares.
9x4'=36' and 4x4 =16 squares per block not 12.....not only can Dummies not do math...I don't think they can do plane plain geometry.
Give Pedro a break. He meant to say they have a 30'X30' LOT.
In there, he has a 144 square foot garden.
Farmer extraordinaire. Indeed. Yup.
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I've lived 'out in the country' all of my life. Not once have I seen meat for sale at our farmer's market or at any of the farmer's markets in neighboring towns. Around here you go to the farmer's market if you want produce. You go to the slaughter house if you want meat.
I'm not saying that farmer's markets elsewhere don't sale meat. I'm just saying that it doesn't happen any where near here.
Yeah. It would be impossible to comply with all the health and inspection requirements to sell meat to the public at one, especially in a Democrat-run regulation-infatuated shithole like Connecticut.
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Sandhlll Cranes. In case you're thinking I'm kidding you....... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandhill_Crane
Pedro must have been lurking over here.
He felt a need to expound on his new agrarian roots.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023385111Not much in comments.
Someone wanted to know if he ate flowers that happened to be in the picture. (He does.) :lmao:
I was thinking about bringing that over too--as God knows, we need some more inventory in the DUmpster--but then I got hung up on the evil twin's ".....we drove all over tarnation....." and lost the contents of my stomach.
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Give Pedro a break. He meant to say they have a 30'X30' LOT.
In there, he has a 144 square foot garden.
Farmer extraordinaire. Indeed. Yup.
My bedroom is bigger than that.....uh, so are the others.
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My bedroom is bigger than that.....uh, so are the others.
It'd be more praiseworthy if the evil twin had a garden on his own real-estate, rather than one of these "community gardens." He's got plenty of real-estate there.
But of course a garden on his land would destroy the look of the well-manicured green acres of lawn around his house, and the evil twin doesn't want that. I'll bet if he ever put up a clothes-line, he'd be sure to put it up off his well-manicured green acres of lawnery.
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It'd be more praiseworthy if the evil twin had a garden on his own real-estate, rather than one of these "community gardens." He's got plenty of real-estate there.
But of course a garden on his land would destroy the look of the well-manicured green acres of lawn around his house, and the evil twin doesn't want that. I'll bet if he ever put up a clothes-line, he'd be sure to put it up off his well-manicured green acres of lawnery.
How selfish. Shouldn't he be using that land to raise food for the poor?
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How selfish. Shouldn't he be using that land to raise food for the poor?
Ideally, yes. The primitives allege themselves to be morally superior, more caring, more considerate, than we run-of-the-mill people, and they should have to prove it, through self-sacrifice, giving up their riches so that those who have less can have more.
But that's never going to happen; the evil twin's about as likely to give up his least little toy for the sake of someone poorer than he, as pigs are going to fly.
But notice, please, about this "community garden"--not all of it's dedicated to growing food. Some of it, and I'll bet most of it, is actually given over to serve the recreational needs of the affluent--these hiking trails, biking trails, croquet lawn courts, tennis courts, whatnot--that don't contribute a damned thing to feeding the poor of the world.
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I have a dumb question. Are those birds cranes?
Not sure but I bet they taste like Chicken! :yum:
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10 paces by 10 paces yet he has grown every variety of tomato known to man plus lots of lettuce,beans,cucumbers,pumpkin (there goes one 4 foot square :whatever:) and watermelon.
Every word out of their mouths is a lie.
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This is Connecticut.
I'll bet nearly everything the evil twin buys at a "farmers'" market in Connecticut is grown somewhere down south, and falsely-advertised among the rich primitives of New England as "locally grown."
I'll bet the whole state of Connecticut doesn't produce but half a bushel of corn, and an eighth of a pound of hamburger. I'll bet they don't even have dairy cattle there for nature's perfect food, milk and milk products.
Definition of "organic":
Ratty-looking, sickly, and costs 3X as much.
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Definition of "organic":
Ratty-looking, sickly, and costs 3X as much.
It is however, much higher in protein than the stuff that is sprayed with evil pesticides.
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It'd be more praiseworthy if the evil twin had a garden on his own real-estate, rather than one of these "community gardens." He's got plenty of real-estate there.
But of course a garden on his land would destroy the look of the well-manicured green acres of lawn around his house, and the evil twin doesn't want that. I'll bet if he ever put up a clothes-line, he'd be sure to put it up off his well-manicured green acres of lawnery.
Here it is. :lmao: :rotf:
Response to wryter2000 (Reply #18)
Thu Aug 1, 2013, 11:18 AM
Star Member Atman (26,460 posts)
21. Thank you! Excellent point!
We'll have plenty to go around. It's a "community" garden...good way to share the bounty.
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I'm not so sure now. Much to my horror, apparently one can buy meat at a "farmers'" market, or at least the one the evil twin patronizes.
http://coventryfarmersmarket.com/
Yikes! A Dummy telling the truth. :lmao:
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We'll have plenty to go around. It's a "community" garden...good way to share the bounty.
Good way of getting out of most of the work.
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They try the "community garden" thing around here all the time, and invariably end up with a field of weeds.
Robb is a burnout. He makes threads like this one:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023388057
Thu Aug 1, 2013, 04:45 PM
Atman (26,463 posts)
Does ANYONE really care what Boehner says anymore?
I just watched Orange Man commenting about Snowden. The only thought entering my mind was "Who the **** cares what you think, you impotent douche bag?" Seriously. Why does any sane person still care about John Boehner's opinion?
that show he cares enough about Boehner to make a thread about him.
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If you want fried green tomatoes you pick them green. If you want ripe tomatoes you let them get red on the vine. Pedro's picture of half-ripe tomatoes was stupid, like Pedro.
I guess up there in the pristine wilds of Connecticut, within smelling distance of Manhattan, you have to pick tomatoes quickly. Like before they're stolen by someone else in the steaming, squirming hordes of surrounding democrats.
Pedro's agrarian fantasy reminds me a lot of when poor addled DUmmy grasswipe Judy Smith entertained us with stories of living on a "farmette".
To paraphrase Shoeless Joe Jackson in "Field Of Dreams", "Is this hell?" "No, it's Connecticut."
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They try the "community garden" thing around here all the time, and invariably end up with a field of weeds.
Here to, half a dozen do all the work and the "community", who has never been seen near the garden, picks all the vegetables at night.
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I was wandering around Connecticut a couple years ago when much to my surprise I ran across numerous houses with free range chickens in the front yard. I was just a tad taken aback, but then, knowing liberals, I figured it was their most recent agrarian reform fad. Those pictured below are a favorite because they eat ticks and other pests. (Lyme disease is called Lyme Disease for a reason BTW, because ground zero is / was Lyme, Connecticut. Why that actually is can get into real :tinfoil: territory <cough> Plumb Island <cough> Nazi scientists <cough>)
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/04/Helmeted_guineafowl_kruger00.jpg/300px-Helmeted_guineafowl_kruger00.jpg)
The Nutmeg State certainly does have its share of NUTS.
And I must add my personal prejudice that having grown up around chickens they are among my least favorite creatures, not something I would want running around my front yard.
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And I must add my personal prejudice that having grown up around chickens they are among my least favorite creatures, not something I would want running around my front yard.
Dangerous too....if you've ever stepped in chicken poo, you'll know what I mean.
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I was wandering around Connecticut a couple years ago when much to my surprise I ran across numerous houses with free range chickens in the front yard. I was just a tad taken aback, but then, knowing liberals, I figured it was their most recent agrarian reform fad. Those pictured below are a favorite because they eat ticks and other pests. (Lyme disease is called Lyme Disease for a reason BTW, because ground zero is / was Lyme, Connecticut. Why that actually is can get into real :tinfoil: territory <cough> Plumb Island <cough> Nazi scientists <cough>)
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/04/Helmeted_guineafowl_kruger00.jpg/300px-Helmeted_guineafowl_kruger00.jpg)
The Nutmeg State certainly does have its share of NUTS.
And I must add my personal prejudice that having grown up around chickens they are among my least favorite creatures, not something I would want running around my front yard.
I don't think that's a chicken.
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I don't think that's a chicken.
Technically no, it is a guinea fowl.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guineafowl
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Technically no, it is a guinea fowl.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guineafowl
Tastes like chicken. :-)
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I was wandering around Connecticut a couple years ago when much to my surprise I ran across numerous houses with free range chickens in the front yard.
Surely you jest, sir.
In even the most backward, remote, rustic areas of Nebraska, chickens in the yard are considered declasse, poor taste, slovenly, something that someone with the least shred of self-respect doesn't have.
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Surely you jest, sir.
In even the most backward, remote, rustic areas of Nebraska, chickens in the yard are considered declasse, poor taste, slovenly, something that someone with the least shred of self-respect doesn't have.
Very true. Even in my youth, living at the fringes of the Sandhills, chickens knew their place, and remained in the backyard.
Yankee chickens are just full of themselves, strutting around in the front.
They must vote DUmbocrat. (and probably do) :whatever:
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Very true. Even in my youth, living at the fringes of the Sandhills, chickens knew their place, and remained in the backyard.
Yankee chickens are just full of themselves, strutting around in the front.
They must vote DUmbocrat. (and probably do) :whatever:
Eat your heart out, Skul, sir. You really have to come home again.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/birds_zps4496a123.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/birds_zps4496a123.jpg.html)
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/18-108_zps856703f4.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/18-108_zps856703f4.jpg.html)
This is what I prefer seeing in the backyard (not my set, a random image from a croquet site, but I have something like this):
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<<<bets has better croquet set than the evil twin does.
White shirt (or blouse) is obligatory when croqueting with franksolich.
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You really know how to hit low.
Do you have any idea how many summers I spent playing combat rules croquet? :rotf:
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Do you have any idea how many summers I spent playing combat rules croquet? :rotf:
We play the genteel game here.
I'll bet we play it better attired and more skillfully than they do in Connecticut.
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I was thinking about bringing that over too--as God knows, we need some more inventory in the DUmpster--but then I got hung up on the evil twin's ".....we drove all over tarnation....." and lost the contents of my stomach.
I finally looked it up, because I thought the evil twin was mocking us rural folk, talking like that.
tar·na·tion (tär-nshn) New England & Southern U.S.
n.
The act of damning or the condition of being damned.
interj.
Used to express anger or annoyance.
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[tarn(al) + (damn)ation.]
Regional Note: The noun and interjection tarnation illustrate suffixation, the addition of a suffix to a word. Tarnation and darnation (the latter probably having come first) are both euphemistic forms of damnation. Tarnation seems to have been influenced by tarnal, another mild oath derived from (e)ternal! The Oxford English Dictionary cites late-18th-century examples of tarnation from New England, indicating that it has been part of American speech since colonial days.
Well, maybe he wasn't making fun of us, but it sure seemed like he was.
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We play the genteel game here.
I'll bet we play it better attired and more skillfully than they do in Connecticut.
Not when you're nine years old you don't. :whistling:
All balls are fair game, if you can find any.
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Not when you're nine years old you don't. :whistling:
All balls are fair game, if you can find any.
We used to play that game all the time in the garden...and we didn't show any mercy either, as we were a harsh bunch. a piece of advice, never play croquet barefoot!! :thatsright:
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We used to play that game all the time in the garden...and we didn't show any mercy either, as we were a harsh bunch. a piece of advice, never play croquet barefoot!! :thatsright:
<<<when franksolich plays croquet, franksolich even wears the appropriate socks.
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Swiped off of google; this is not franksolich.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/anyone-for-croquet_zpsac5771cb.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/anyone-for-croquet_zpsac5771cb.jpg.html)
Essentially, that's the proper attire for croquet (males), but usually I've worn just a plain all-cotton white shirt, no tie.
Lemme go and look for the proper croquet attire for femmes, so I can see how it compares with what women wear around here.
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We used to play that game all the time in the garden...and we didn't show any mercy either, as we were a harsh bunch. a piece of advice, never play croquet barefoot!! :thatsright:
I didn't know you from Nebraska. :fuelfire:
Swiped off of google; this is not franksolich.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/anyone-for-croquet_zpsac5771cb.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/anyone-for-croquet_zpsac5771cb.jpg.html)
Essentially, that's the proper attire for croquet (males), but usually I've worn just a plain all-cotton white shirt, no tie.
Lemme go and look for the proper croquet attire for femmes, so I can see how it compares with what women wear around here.
That was for the "well off" sods that lived upwind of the feed lot.
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Swiped off of google; this is not franksolich.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/anyone-for-croquet_zpsac5771cb.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/anyone-for-croquet_zpsac5771cb.jpg.html)
Essentially, that's the proper attire for croquet (males), but usually I've worn just a plain all-cotton white shirt, no tie.
Lemme go and look for the proper croquet attire for femmes, so I can see how it compares with what women wear around here.
Where is your straw boater? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
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google images aren't as good as I thought they'd be; the selections, I mean.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/noway_zpsf48b187e.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/noway_zpsf48b187e.jpg.html)
^^^no self-respecting woman playing croquet in Nebraska would be caught dead dressed like that
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/toomuch_zps3e1cd7dd.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/toomuch_zps3e1cd7dd.jpg.html)
^^^a little bit too too much; would be okay in Nebraska, but considered a little bit too too much
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/justright_zps4f037a5c.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/justright_zps4f037a5c.jpg.html)
^^^still a little bit too much, but generally women in Nebraska wear something like this when playing croquet, although the more radical ones wear white shorts, not white skirts
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/senior/croquet20201020020_zps1b2f04d6.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/senior/croquet20201020020_zps1b2f04d6.jpg.html)
^^^what the wife of the retired banker looks like playing croquet, excepting she's thinner and richer, and wears a floppy white hat
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Where is your straw boater? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
Hey, I found some great photographs of your Country Club over there on the other side of the Sandhills.
I may want to see it this September, when I go home.
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We play the genteel game here.
I'll bet we play it better attired and more skillfully than they do in Connecticut.
The dense swarms of screeching democrats would make croquet very difficult in Connecticut. Some loud, rude neighbor's foot would always be obstructing the next wicket.
In the East Coast hellhole, croquet, like golf, is reserved to the country clubs of the elite, where a smattering of decent and civilized people may be found.
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This is dutch508's County Club, on the other side of the Sandhills from me:
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/road%20trip/072413-1_zpsb085fd9c.jpg)
I kid you not; yes it really is.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/road%20trip/072413-2-16thhole_zpsaeef5c7b.jpg) (http://s6.photobucket.com/user/dummiedestroyer/media/road%20trip/072413-2-16thhole_zpsaeef5c7b.jpg.html)
This is the sixteenth hole; it's an eighteen hole course.
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is reserved to the country clubs of the elite, where a smattering of decent and civilized people may be found.
Or maybe not. You'd have to look pretty hard. For example, Greenwich CT contains some of the biggest assholes, jerks, self-important blowhards, and abusive snobs that you've ever seen.
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Or maybe not. You'd have to look pretty hard. For example, Greenwich CT contains some of the biggest assholes, jerks, self-important blowhards, and abusive snobs that you've ever seen.
Hmmmm.
Things must've changed.
When Henry R. and Clare Boothe Luce lived in Greenwich, no way would they've tolerated such conduct.
I'm guessing the calibre of people there went steeply downhill as the area changed from red to blue.
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This is from a never-posted short story of mine, about my adventures living in Pennsylvania and New Jersey; it's an excerpt only.
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One day that same early autumn [this was 1981], Aunt Jay announced we were going to Maine, with the ancient physician and his wife. I did not want to go to Maine, but as it seemed important to Aunt Jay, who was more frail than ever, I agreed, but hoped I could weasel out of it somehow.
I did, too. The Italianate physician owned a seaside home near Old Saybrook, Connecticut; I’d been there a few times by then. It had shelves and shelves of bound copies of old Journals of the American Medical Association; not for reference, but for appearance. There was a lot of history in these old magazines, and I’d always wanted to read them.
There were going to be renovations made on this place while the owners were in Maine.
They, really, should have somebody around, to keep an eye on things.
It was an eminently practical solution--I could get Aunt Jay to Springfield--and then could stay there.
And so I spent eleven days in that seaside home, blissfully alone most of the time. I did find that those solitary Rose Kennedy-like strolls on foggy mornings on the beach, while probably therapeutic for many, did nothing for me. There were of course television, radio, stereo, whatnot, but those were of no use for me. I spent mostly all my time reading the old Journals.
The one weekend I was there, however, I got introduced to the New England prep-school yuppie crowd, when some children and grandchildren of the physician came down to use the place. They were from Boston, Cambridge, Andover, and many were at or near my own age.
They were perfect guests; they knew why I was there, and tried not to intrude.
They did however one time insist I join them sailing, which I did for a whole afternoon. It was okay. And then another time, they insisted I join them in a cookout, which I did. It was okay. Being from Nebraska, I was a specimen of humanity they’d never seen before, and I was responsible for giving them a good impression of us.
They were all very nice people, but I thought somewhat shallow and hedonistic.
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They were all very nice people, but I thought somewhat shallow and hedonistic.
But then of course, most people on vacation exhibit more of that side of themselves than one sees from them in their everyday lives.
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<<<when franksolich plays croquet, franksolich even wears the appropriate socks.
Croquet was often played when I was growing up. That is when kids had fun outside with friends and family, rather then playing video games in their bedrooms all day.
I'm no city kid.
We also played yard jarts, the original versions with the sharp pointy tips. No one lost an eye.
(http://i1.sell.com/u/3N/5D9/2WS/5025387-m.jpg)
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Croquet was often played when I was growing up. That is when kids had fun outside with friends and family, rather then playing video games in their bedrooms all day.
I'm no city kid.
We also played yard jarts, the original versions with the sharp pointy tips. No one lost an eye.
(http://i1.sell.com/u/3N/5D9/2WS/5025387-m.jpg)
When I sold my first camper back in the late '70s I let the Jarts set go with it. And have regretted it ever since. :hammer: Who knew they would ban them?
And yes, once upon a time kids played all sort of games out doors. Without adult supervision or referees or anything for protective gear. How did we ever survive? :rotf: Sandlot football without pads. Pick up base ball without batting helmets or catcher's mask. Hockey ? Ok, so maybe someone lost a tooth or two or got frostbite.
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I played all those crazy games, rode bicycles without helmets, and I turned out ok.
(snort)
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I played all those crazy games, rode bicycles without helmets, and I turned out ok.
You really sure about that? :-)
(snort)
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I am not a registered libtard, so there ya go!!
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When I sold my first camper back in the late '70s I let the Jarts set go with it. And have regretted it ever since. :hammer: Who knew they would ban them?
And yes, once upon a time kids played all sort of games out doors. Without adult supervision or referees or anything for protective gear. How did we ever survive? :rotf: Sandlot football without pads. Pick up base ball without batting helmets or catcher's mask. Hockey ? Ok, so maybe someone lost a tooth or two or got frostbite.
I think one set of our yard jarts came with the pop up camper my parents purchased in 1975. We used to take the camper to WI on weekends and once in a while the Wisconsin Dells. I remember a Jellystone Campground. I was young.
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One of my cousins managed to nail his sister with a Jart, in the foot, about 30-35 years ago. He's now a libertarian; she's now a raving moonbat.
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When I sold my first camper back in the late '70s I let the Jarts set go with it. And have regretted it ever since. :hammer: Who knew they would ban them?
And yes, once upon a time kids played all sort of games out doors. Without adult supervision or referees or anything for protective gear. How did we ever survive? :rotf: Sandlot football without pads. Pick up base ball without batting helmets or catcher's mask. Hockey ? Ok, so maybe someone lost a tooth or two or got frostbite.
All that and then some. Rode horses and cows, hunted snakes, went rambling through the countryside, went fishing up and down the creeks, frog gigging around ponds .....when younger, a rock, a stick, some blocks of wood, some dirt and we were happy outside.
Kids now have everything and they're bored.
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Atman (26,413 posts) Fri Jul 26, 2013, 10:29 AM
You know Walmart is in trouble when...
I've been to Wal-Marts from one side of this nation to the other I've never once been to an empty Wal-Mart. Your fantasies rarely intersect reality, Atman, you dumb ****ing idiot.
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One of my cousins managed to nail his sister with a Jart, in the foot, about 30-35 years ago. He's now a libertarian; she's now a raving moonbat.
I guess there's an amusingly twisted logic to that!
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I'm sure Wal Mart is watching DU to get the latest in advice from some ass that can't even run his own life let alone a multi billion dollar business.
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in spite of walmart, two callouts( this is happening too much I think), however, we also had somewhat of a walkout....
He went to Lunch and never came back! :mad:
Guess who had to cover Electronics?? :whatever: