Has Gearhart Chevrolet Discovered Doug Bulna's Sabotage Yet? (1-year!)

[Skul]

Oh, but I'd fully planned on taking my agent's cut, whatever it is agents get.

You better hope they don't send you a bill. 

[franksolich]

Well, I checked the weather for what's happening in urban northern New Jersey today, and it looks to be another fine day in autumn for the brain-damaged primitive; one wonders if the leaves on the trees over there have started to change color yet.

Maybe while walking home from church this morning, the brain-damaged primitive'll be inspired by new ideas, chances and opportunities he's never seen before because of his closed mind, and begin putting them into action, slowly evolving into a better person.

Out here on the roof of Nebraska, we were supposed to get a touch of snow during the night, but all we got was a little rain and much fog.

The temperatures during the day have been agreeable, but the nights are starting to get colder.  Excepting for during the short Indian summer that occurs every year, I imagine this past week was the last time this year I'll be able to have coffee and a cigarette out on the back porch.

[Skul]

It's nearly time for the Sandhills to head south for warmer climes.
Perhaps Doug should follow their example and do the same.
I hear Venezuela has nice weather.

[BlueStateSaint]

It's nearly time for the Sandhills to head south for warmer climes.
Perhaps Doug should follow their example and do the same.
I hear Venezuela has nice weather.

Free healthcare to boot!

[franksolich]

Free healthcare to boot!

Actually, the brain-damaged primitive's more-pressing need is that for a barber and facial-hair-remover, if he hopes to get another job.

[JohnnyReb]

Calpiggy is to erotica as.....as......as.....as.....I just can't think of anything far enough removed.

[thundley4]

Calpiggy is to erotica as.....as......as.....as.....I just can't think of anything far enough removed.

As a DUmmie and common sense or intelligence.

[obumazombie]

Calpiggy is to erotica as.....as......as.....as.....I just can't think of anything far enough removed.

...As a fool and their money ?

[GOBUCKS]

There's just something wrong about erotica being discussed at an event called "Poetry Stew", let alone the CalPig and that fat chick with the oxygen.
https://www.facebook.com/events/170249903154711/

[franksolich]

Okay, while sleeping last night, I thought of something else that might be of Great Benefit for the brain-damaged primitive in turning his life around.

During the 1920s, there was a fad called the "Coue Method," in which people repeated several times a day, either out loud or to themselves silently, "Every day in every way I'm getting better and better."

It sort of worked, I guess, because it was auto-suggesting to the subconscious, making the wish become reality.

I dunno why it's not done these days, but it wouldn't hurt for the brain-damaged primitive to at least try it.

[hillneck]

Okay, while sleeping last night, I thought of something else that might be of Great Benefit for the brain-damaged primitive in turning his life around.

During the 1920s, there was a fad called the "Coue Method," in which people repeated several times a day, either out loud or to themselves silently, "Every day in every way I'm getting better and better."

It sort of worked, I guess, because it was auto-suggesting to the subconscious, making the wish become reality.

I dunno why it's not done these days, but it wouldn't hurt for the brain-damaged primitive to at least try it.

Frank, unfortunately he will not take your advice.  There is no help for the primitives.

[Tucker]

Frank, unfortunately he will not take your advice.  There is no help for the primitives.

Kevorkian helped many liberals before he took a dirt nap himself.

[obumazombie]

Okay, while sleeping last night, I thought of something else that might be of Great Benefit for the brain-damaged primitive in turning his life around.

During the 1920s, there was a fad called the "Coue Method," in which people repeated several times a day, either out loud or to themselves silently, "Every day in every way I'm getting better and better."

It sort of worked, I guess, because it was auto-suggesting to the subconscious, making the wish become reality.

I dunno why it's not done these days, but it wouldn't hurt for the brain-damaged primitive to at least try it.

The Senator from Minnesota when doing what he did best played a character on SNL based on your reference to the "Coue Method"...

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DIETlxquzY[/youtube]

[franksolich]

I was just thinking, during supper-time, about someone else from whom the brain-damaged primitive should gain some insight and inspiration, in the midst of his current woes; the first few chapters of the late William Shirer's The Nightmare Years: 1930-1940. 

Probably the local libraries in urban northern New Jersey have the book, although franksolich owns all of Shirer's books personally.

Now, Shirer turned out a wimpish, hand-wringing fuddy-duddy in his later years, especially after he dumped his getting-older first wife for a younger chick, and his indignation at Ronald Reagan was laughably ridiculous, but that doesn't take away from that he did write some rather good books (good until he got to the self-pitying chapters).

Anyway, in 1930 Shirer was an up-and-coming foreign affairs correspondent for the awesome Chicago Tribune, then owned by the far-sighted Col. Robert McCormick.  But then in 1932 he got fired, as were many foreign affairs reporters, in a cost-cutting measure by the newspaper.  This was during the Great Depression; jobs were hard to come by, if they could be come by at all.

He was unemployed for more than a year, but he pressed on, earnestly and diligently.

And as later events proved, it was just a minor bump in the road (until the 1940s, when he deigned to tell the owner of the Columbia Broadcasting System [CBS] how to run his business), and by 1933 he was flourishing mightily.

If that doesn't inspire the brain-damaged primitive, nothing will.

[franksolich]

Okay, now that I got the brain-damaged primitive trying to learn how to become a better person by reading inspirational books, it's now on to the second level.

Many years ago at the Nebraska Department of Health, I used to have my coffee breaks with the head of the division for contagious diseases; he was an M.D., but for various reasons didn't care much for most of his fellow professionals, and instead hung out with other sorts of people.

He once explained to me (but admitted it was just a theory of his) that the source of many neuroses (and it's a "given" the brain-damaged primitive has many of those) lie in problems with the bowels. 

He didn't have to prove it to me; I'd already theorized myself that there was a connection between mid-level supervisors in the Department of Health, and the time they squatted on the commodes in the men's room.  The more time they spend in one of those stalls, the bigger the pain in the ass they were to the rest of us.

In fact, it was a perfect corelation.

(For the record, franksolich does sitting-down business about every other day, once in a while two times in three days, three or four minutes max, no problems.....and franksolich is notorious among people in real life for being laid-back, mellow, nonchalant, unexcitable.....and while not free of quirks, free of obnoxious quirks.  It's been this way all my life.)

I have a suspicion the brain-damaged primitive has been subsisting--for decades--on a diet lacking in fiber and roughage, leading to all sorts of rectal and eliminatory problems.

With the inevitable result, a ****ed-up personality, a negative personality, an anti-social personality.

He's a tight ass.

I suggest the brain-damaged primitive load up his diet with heaps of fiber and roughage, reminding him there's benefits other than simply his becoming a better person, such as lowered blood pressure, lowered blood cholesterol, and lowered weight.

I doubt if it's available in urban northern New Jersey, but perhaps by inspecting nutrition-labels on foodstuffs at his favorite grocery store, the brain-damaged primitive might find something similar--the brown bread such as what I feasted on while wandering around the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants.

It was "just" bread, but it was great bread, and I could never get enough of it.

The socialists at the time (maybe they still do) had a monopoly on the production and sale of brown bread (but no other sorts of bread), which was considered essential for the maintenance of life and health--a "basic" public need that had to be widely available, and cheap.

And it was cheap; at the time, about 1/13th of an American cent for a 2.2-pound loaf (but alas even at that price, many still went hungry, as dire poverty stalked the land).

Now, the socialists couldn't possibly produce the bread that cheaply; in addition to "leakage" (theft of ingredients by higher-ups), the price of grain while low, wasn't near that low.

So they stinted on the ingredients, adding to the flour and yeast, sawdust and ground-up potato peelings.

I thought it the most wonderful bread I'd ever eaten in my life.

And my alimentary canal worked like clockwork.

I was so mellow, so laid-back, so nonchalant, so unexcitable, that it scared the natives, who at times got concerned because I wasn't getting upset about this thing or bent out of shape about that thing or pissed off at yet another thing.   

[GOBUCKS]

I have read Berlin Diary, but do not remember ever hearing of Nightmare Years.

[franksolich]

I have read Berlin Diary, but do not remember ever hearing of Nightmare Years.

Berlin Diary was first published in 1941.

The Nightmare Years, heavily based upon that book, came out during the late 1980s, after Shirer had lapsed into senility, and was comparing Reagan with Hitler.

The guy, always a namby-pampy fussbody, apparently lost it sometime during the late 1940s, becoming mired down in self-pity.

That doesn't mean he didn't produce some good books, but--

[franksolich]

Well, I hope that after reading my last suggestion--and yes, the brain-damaged primitive's checking out this thread reasonably regularly--he went down to the grocery store and got some fiber and roughage to add to his diet; it'll get all that bad stuff clogging his system out of there all the sooner.

I always suspected the brain-damaged primitive spent a lot of time sitting in the men's room at his [former] place of employment, emptying his bowels while on the time-clock, rather than doing this rather personal business on his own time.

He probably stank it up pretty good too, so that the mechanics and salesmen there couldn't use it until late afternoon, lest they get aphixiated.  Talk about being a jerk, because I'm sure all these harder-working guys at times had some truly pressing needs, but couldn't tend to them.

Anyway, another anecdote about the big old-car auction that was up here two weeks ago.

When they learned of the mobs that were going to invade the usually-mellow and quiet city of Pierce, and that the good citizens of the locality hoped to make some money off of all these sucke--er, outsiders, renting parking spaces, bedrooms, front yards, and selling concessions and geegaws, the auction-holders decided they wanted a cut of the proceeds, because after all it was the auction that was bringing 15-20,000 people into this little town of 1,600.

Their demands ranged from 50% of the proceeds from the Country Club (rental of camping and parking spaces) to 10% from the Girl Scouts selling brownies and the high-school band selling pies and the FFA (Future Farmers of America) selling mom-baked cakes, &c., &c., &c.

They even hired an attorney from the big city to iron out the deals.

The good people of Pierce uprose, and laughed in his face.  No deals were gotten.

This surprised me, because Pierce County is the reddest county in the whole state of Nebraska, and Republicans don't act this way.  It's not good business to advertise political affiliations, but it's generally safe to assume a small businessman is an (R) around there.

Sometime later in the conversation, I learned the owner, a veteran of the second world war, was an avid admirer of Franklin Roosevelt and Joseph P. Kennedy, and so it made sense.  As we all know, Old Joe grabbed all he could get, and to Hell with everybody else.

But still, it discombobulated me, finding out that even out here on the pristine plains, there are a few people who think like Democrat bosses running big blue city machines; that they're "entitled" to a cut in all the action.

[franksolich]

Another anecdote from the big old-car auction.

Somebody from Chicago bought one of the early 1960s Chevrolets, in the $10,000 range, and had it shipped back home, where he plans to immediately begin restoration.

Upon opening the trunk, he found it full of never-used tools from the same period, and apparently the market-value of those antiquities are more than what he'd paid for the old rusted-out hulk.

I disbelieve this for two reasons.

Number one, I'm sure that people looking at cars to buy at auctions check the vehicles inside-out, including looking into the trunk, before they place a bid.  So while it's credible that the tools were actually there, it was no "surprise" when the car got to Chicago, and the trunk opened.

Number two, among the tools were allegedly complete Sears Craftsman wrench-sets, and no self-respecting person (and a person who amasses a great deal of hand tools is inevitably a self-respecting person) would have second-rate tools; everybody knows the only decent wrenches and socket-sets were manufactured by S/K-Dresser Industries of Dallas.

[freedumb2003b]

Number two, among the tools were allegedly complete Sears Craftsman wrench-sets, and no self-respecting person (and a person who amasses a great deal of hand tools is inevitably a self-respecting person) would have second-rate tools; everybody knows the only decent wrenches and socket-sets were manufactured by S/K-Dresser Industries of Dallas.

I have always been partial to Snap-On.  I do have some of the gadget wrenches Sears sells but I would never use them on a daily basis.

[JohnnyReb]

Another anecdote from the big old-car auction.

Somebody from Chicago bought one of the early 1960s Chevrolets, in the $10,000 range, and had it shipped back home, where he plans to immediately begin restoration.

Upon opening the trunk, he found it full of never-used tools from the same period, and apparently the market-value of those antiquities are more than what he'd paid for the old rusted-out hulk.

I disbelieve this for two reasons.

Number one, I'm sure that people looking at cars to buy at auctions check the vehicles inside-out, including looking into the trunk, before they place a bid.  So while it's credible that the tools were actually there, it was no "surprise" when the car got to Chicago, and the trunk opened.

Number two, among the tools were allegedly complete Sears Craftsman wrench-sets, and no self-respecting person (and a person who amasses a great deal of hand tools is inevitably a self-respecting person) would have second-rate tools; everybody knows the only decent wrenches and socket-sets were manufactured by S/K-Dresser Industries of Dallas.

Back in the 60's I bought a slew of S/K Wayne tools......a democrat relieved me of those one night.....dammit.

Blackhawk, MACK, New Britain were also good tools.

[franksolich]

Blackhawk, MACK, New Britain were also good tools.

I never heard of those brands, even though I went through college working for a wholesale hardware company (but admittedly, I was in charge of firearms, ammunition, and sporting goods, not hand-tools).

I may have dissed Sears Craftsman a little too harshly, as that brand has always been popular, too.

But from casual (but long-term) observation, amateurs favored Sears while true craftsmen favored S/K.

When one thinks of it, a guy well-armed with good hand-tools is more impressive, and a bigger benefactor of humanity, than any professor with a sheepskin in his hand.

[lastparker]

There's just something wrong about erotica being discussed at an event called "Poetry Stew", let alone the CalPig and that fat chick with the oxygen.
https://www.facebook.com/events/170249903154711/

Oh my God.... I clicked the link.  I saw.  There should be a warning.

[freedumb2003b]

I never heard of those brands, even though I went through college working for a wholesale hardware company (but admittedly, I was in charge of firearms, ammunition, and sporting goods, not hand-tools).

I may have dissed Sears Craftsman a little too harshly, as that brand has always been popular, too.

But from casual (but long-term) observation, amateurs favored Sears while true craftsmen favored S/K.

Compared to tools, the most extreme political positions are wishy-washy.   The only more divisive issues are Windows/Apple and cars.

When one thinks of it, a guy well-armed with good hand-tools is more impressive, and a bigger benefactor of humanity, than any professor with a sheepskin in his hand.

I have found that keeping my tool in my hand at least makes ME happy ;)

[franksolich]

You know, folks, thanks to everybody's contributions, this is what it's like today:

Some sob-sisters here might whine that we're being "mean" to the poor brain-damaged primitive, but one has to recall he's a primitive and can't be hurt like regular people because as a primitive, he has a lower level of sensitivity and consideration.  It's the difference between hitting a person, and hitting a rock.

Also, one has to keep it mind it's the primitives who don't care about infants being slaughtered in the womb, about women and little kids being murdered en masse by their socialist overlords, about the suppression of free speech and other useful human activities by totalitarian socialists; these are the same beings who wish all Republicans and conservatives flung into extermination camps.

They have no mercy, so we're compelled to show none on our part.

And as an "extra," to make Skul homesick for the Sandhills of Nebraska in autumn: