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

[GOBUCKS]

I had no idea what he wanted, but he seemed the sort that tries to sell Amway or other stuff that one doesn't really want, and so I brushed him aside, saying I wasn't interested.

I'm sure the DUmmies will recognize that as a subterfuge, that coach actually is in the movie, and if they flock to their local theaters and watch the film very, very carefully, several times, they will get a glimpse of the real franksolich.

Finally, they'll experience the last sight dear Andy ever saw.

I expect poor, addled grasswipe Judy Smith to buy at least four tickets.

[franksolich]

I'm sure the DUmmies will recognize that as a subterfuge, that coach actually is in the movie, and if they flock to their local theaters and watch the film very, very carefully, several times, they will get a glimpse of the real franksolich.

Finally, they'll experience the last sight dear Andy ever saw.

I expect poor, addled grasswipe Judy Smith to buy at least four tickets.

I would've been in the scene at the bar, where Swede cooks.

It's in the movie, that scene, but I dunno if Swede, the cook of Norwegian derivation whose specialty is Italianate cuisine, got in it.  He may have.

Again, if one sees the movie, look for the scene where everybody's dining.

The chair on the left hand side against the wall is the one where I actually usually sit.

[franksolich]

Well, in case walrus-face missed it, and he probably did, yesterday (Monday) there were various primitives inquiring about the whereabouts and the well-being of the locust primitive, who's been absent from Skins's island for more than two weeks now.

The locust primitive was (is) a reasonably junior primitive, with nowhere the status of the brain-damaged primitive, who's been on Skins's island for more than ten years now, and who perhaps thinks he got himself fairly well-known and well-liked.

Apparently not, because during his absence of about seven weeks, no one, but no one, inquired of the whereabouts or the well-being of walrus-face.  Not even his "best friends" on Skins's island, the cbayer primitive or Skippy from New York City.

The primitives care about some newbie evaporating, but they obviously don't care about the brain-damaged primitive.  He could lay down and die today, and the primitives wouldn't even notice.

Only we here in the DUmpster, and his former co-workers, who check this thread every day, seem to care.

It looks as if the brain-damaged primitive isn't the hot shit he thinks he is.

[BlueStateSaint]

Well, in case walrus-face missed it, and he probably did, yesterday (Monday) there were various primitives inquiring about the whereabouts and the well-being of the locust primitive, who's been absent from Skins's island for more than two weeks now.

The locust primitive was (is) a reasonably junior primitive, with nowhere the status of the brain-damaged primitive, who's been on Skins's island for more than ten years now, and who perhaps thinks he got himself fairly well-known and well-liked.

Apparently not, because during his absence of about seven weeks, no one, but no one, inquired of the whereabouts or the well-being of walrus-face.  Not even his "best friends" on Skins's island, the cbayer primitive or Skippy from New York City.

The primitives care about some newbie evaporating, but they obviously don't care about the brain-damaged primitive.  He could lay down and die today, and the primitives wouldn't even notice.

Only we here in the DUmpster, and his former co-workers, who check this thread every day, seem to care.

It looks as if the brain-damaged primitive isn't the hot shit he thinks he is.

He's just shit.

[franksolich]

He's just shit.

I think the brain-damaged primitive has an ego problem, and a serious one.

I think he really doesn't care that people, including his fellow primitives, don't like him.

If that's not sociopathic thinking, I dunno what is.

[franksolich]

I'm sure the DUmmies will recognize that as a subterfuge, that coach actually is in the movie, and if they flock to their local theaters and watch the film very, very carefully, several times, they will get a glimpse of the real franksolich.

For the record, Nebraska was filmed mostly in Plainview, Nebraska, which was renamed "Hawthorne" in the movie.  I dunno why; "Hawthorne" sounds more Iowan than Nebraskan.

Plainview, population circa 1,500 is the next city west and north of Pierce, population circa 1,600, where that big automobile auction was held some weeks ago.  Pierce is the largest city in Nebraska without a restaurant, not even a couple of sit-down booths in a convenience store, and when people from Pierce choose to dine out, they either drive to the big city thirty miles south, or to Plainview, fifteen miles the other way.

Plainview's got lots of places to dine.

However, franksolich was not "discovered," like Lana Turner behind the soda-fountain of a drug-store, at the VFW Club in Plainview.  I was dining in the VFW Club in Creighton, population circa 1,500, which is about twenty miles north of Pierce (or a little bit east and north of Plainview).

Pierce is the county seat and largest town, but Plainview and Creighton have places to eat, motels, bowling alleys, and hospitals, none of which Pierce has.

Their casting people went all over the place, looking for "extras."

They found me, as mentioned, but I of course declined to be one.

To complicate matters further, the restaurant scene which would've included me if I'd been cooperative, was filmed at the bar in town where I live (i.e., the nearest town from here), which is a few counties over from Pierce, Plainview, and Creighton, even though it ostensibly took place in "Hawthorne."

Hollywood people don't do things the easy way.  And pay through the nose because of it.

[franksolich]

Well, well, well.

My, how the mighty have fallen.

DainBramaged (39,132 posts)    Wed Oct 16, 2013, 10:11 PM

The fat lady has sung

after which a photoshopped photograph of John Boehner

http://sync.democraticunderground.com/10023867556

Even though this was posted in "General Discussion," the Grand Central Station of Skins's island, it elicited but one single primitive response.

One thinks of the days when the brain-damaged primitive's campfires ran for miles and miles of comments.

One suspects walrus-face got the wrong fat lady.

[BlueStateSaint]

Well, well, well.

My, how the mighty have fallen.

http://sync.democraticunderground.com/10023867556

Even though this was posted in "General Discussion," the Grand Central Station of Skins's island, it elicited but one single primitive response.

One thinks of the days when the brain-damaged primitive's campfires ran for miles and miles of comments.

One suspects walrus-face got the wrong fat lady.

He was expecting a cow walrus . . .

[franksolich]

Well, well, well.

Another day's march nearer the mausoleum.

And given that he's older than most of us here, probably the brain-damaged primitive has fewer miles remaining.

He should think about things like this; he's not immortal.

I figure walrus-face is up to two things right now, neither of them good.

Number one, he's probably decided to get a first-class ticket, a reclining chair in the observation car, on the disability gravy-train.

Before I go any further, I will admit that probably the brain-damaged primitive has a better case for getting aboard than do most of his fellow primitives.  He's short one eye, he's missing part of his brain, and he's got all sorts of mental problems that prevent him from getting along with other people.

But still.....to go on the disability gravy-train, one has to admit that one is "handicapped," useless, of no good to anyone.  That takes guts and courage franksolich doesn't have himself; it's an admission I myself am not willing to make, not even with a gun pointed at my head.

It's like selling one's soul.....and at a rather cheap price.

And number two, walrus-face in addition to that, because disability would be "too little," not lucrative enough, is probably scouting around for ways to earn money on the side, in some sort of home-based computer business.  But it'd have to be cash-only, and a secret.

He's a primitive; he still thinks he's smarter than the Internal Revenue Service.

The brain-damaged primitive should just take early retirement on social security--he's eligible for it--and resolve to live a modest, discreet, austere sort of life, so as to keep out of trouble.

Like that's going to happen, though.

The guy's a schmekele.

[BlueStateSaint]

Well, well, well.

Another day's march nearer the mausoleum.

And given that he's older than most of us here, probably the brain-damaged primitive has fewer miles remaining.

He should think about things like this; he's not immortal.

I figure walrus-face is up to two things right now, neither of them good.

Number one, he's probably decided to get a first-class ticket, a reclining chair in the observation car, on the disability gravy-train.

Before I go any further, I will admit that probably the brain-damaged primitive has a better case for getting aboard than do most of his fellow primitives.  He's short one eye, he's missing part of his brain, and he's got all sorts of mental problems that prevent him from getting along with other people.

But still.....to go on the disability gravy-train, one has to admit that one is "handicapped," useless, of no good to anyone.  That takes guts and courage franksolich doesn't have himself; it's an admission I myself am not willing to make, not even with a gun pointed at my head.

It's like selling one's soul.....and at a rather cheap price.

And number two, walrus-face in addition to that, because disability would be "too little," not lucrative enough, is probably scouting around for ways to earn money on the side, in some sort of home-based computer business.  But it'd have to be cash-only, and a secret.

He's a primitive; he still thinks he's smarter than the Internal Revenue Service.

The brain-damaged primitive should just take early retirement on social security--he's eligible for it--and resolve to live a modest, discreet, austere sort of life, so as to keep out of trouble.

Like that's going to happen, though.

The guy's a schmekele.

There's a pretty good reason why you should not make that admission, ever.  Admitting that you're no good to anyone is wrong on many levels.  Damn, Frank, you're good for us.  And, in a backhanded way, the primitives themselves, in that you show them the error of their ways (Hell, we all do that).  Since God gave all of us the Gift of Free Will, it is up to each person--even the primitives--to do something positive about it.

[obumazombie]

^Concur. Coach is an inspiration.

[franksolich]

While waiting for the first snow of winter to descend--it didn't--I tried reading myself to sleep last night.

I was reading Sigmund Freud about the nature of the sociopathic individual; the sort of person who doesn't care what other people think of him.

It was very troubling.

One hopes walrus-face puts some thought into what he's contemplating doing.

[BlueStateSaint]

While waiting for the first snow of winter to descend--it didn't--I tried reading myself to sleep last night.

I was reading Sigmund Freud about the nature of the sociopathic individual; the sort of person who doesn't care what other people think of him.

It was very troubling.

One hopes walrus-face puts some thought into what he's contemplating doing.

I rarely care about what people I don't care about think about me.  **** 'em.

As for snow, and maybe Karin can confirm/deny this, the Tug Hill plateau region of north-central NY was supposed to get from 5" to 9" of snow last night.  Too damned early for that.  At least the deer should be moving for the NY NZ rifle opener (the riffle opener was last week) on Saturday.

[franksolich]

I rarely care about what people I don't care about think about me.  **** 'em.

That's true, but here, we're talking about walrus-face and his buddies, his pals, his friends.

It doesn't seem to bother him the least that they don't care about him; that the first moment he got into some trouble, they ran away from him as if he has leprosy.

He doesn't care that they don't care.

He doesn't give a ****.

That's sociopathy for sure.

Last night, when I finally got to sleep, I dreamed I was playing snow-croquet with Carl Jung, Wendell Willkie, Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Florence Nightingale, and Mohandas Gandhi.

I brought up my concern that the brain-damaged primitive's about to do something really stupid.

They all pointed out there's nothing anyone can do about it.....other than pray that nobody but himself gets hurt.

[BlueStateSaint]

Last night, when I finally got to sleep, I dreamed I was playing snow-croquet with Carl Jung, Wendell Willkie, Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Florence Nightingale, and Mohandas Gandhi.

I brought up my concern that the brain-damaged primitive's about to do something really stupid.

They all pointed out there's nothing anyone can do about it.....other than pray that nobody but himself gets hurt.

Exactly.  Good and decent people should stay clear.  (Laughing about the brain-damaged primitive's predicament might be allowed.)

[franksolich]

Exactly.  Good and decent people should stay clear.  (Laughing about the brain-damaged primitive's predicament might be allowed.)

I'm wondering.

Exactly how dangerous would a one-eyed guy be, a guy who's never handled a firearm in his life, and he takes one to his former workplace.....

[BlueStateSaint]

I'm wondering.

Exactly how dangerous would a one-eyed guy be, a guy who's never handled a firearm in his life, and he takes one to his former workplace.....

Let's hope that we don't find out!

[Chris_]

I'm wondering.

Exactly how dangerous would a one-eyed guy be, a guy who's never handled a firearm in his life, and he takes one to his former workplace.....

Sneak up on his bad side.  He'll never see it coming.

[franksolich]

Let's hope that we don't find out!

Well, I haven't been following the news of urban northern New Jersey just for the weather reports.

[franksolich]

Sneak up on his bad side.  He'll never see it coming.

I hope one of the mechanics there keeps a 1-3/8" S/K adjustable wrench with a 17" handle handy, within reach at all times.

[BattleHymn]

Around here, we have cornfields that get done up with mazes and people in costumes for Halloween.  I would think New Jersey would have the same sort of thing going on. 

Doug does possess several qualifications that would suit him well to work at a haunted corn maze, at least until he gets himself back on his feet again.  With his grumpy disposition and ugly looks, walrus-face would make a truly horrifying ghoul in a corn maze. 

He could make a mint going around all night chasing little children, teenagers, and other paying customers, all while whooping and hollering like a banshee, while at the same time popping his glass eye in and out of its socket in his head. 

[franksolich]

Around here, we have cornfields that get done up with mazes and people in costumes for Halloween.  I would think New Jersey would have the same sort of thing going on. 

Doug does possess several qualifications that would suit him well to work at a haunted corn maze, at least until he gets himself back on his feet again.  With his grumpy disposition and ugly looks, walrus-face would make a truly horrifying ghoul in a corn maze. 

He could make a mint going around all night chasing little children, teenagers, and other paying customers, all while whooping and hollering like a banshee, while at the same time popping his glass eye in and out of its socket in his head. 

That's work, though; that demands sweat and toil.

The brain-damaged primitive's not interested in that.

[BattleHymn]

That's work, though; that demands sweat and toil.

The brain-damaged primitive's not interested in that.

I can't really tell how big he is from his photos, but he may very well be of the size where just standing up causes him to sweat profusely. 

Corn maze work is typically pretty frosty work here, so he might get some relief from his size.  Since he'd be doing ghoul work, he'd also be getting paid to be his natural self, which is to say being disagreeable and mean spirited to others around him. 

I would hope that if he does take my advice, at the very least he paints the back of his eyeball with some glow-in-the-dark paint, just in case he drops it in the dark, during all the revelry.

[franksolich]

The brain-damaged primitive's pretty short, only 5'10" he alleges, and he alleges to be circa 240 pounds, but the latter, I don't believe.  He's probably a little heavier than that, and has, if not dropsy, at least incipient dropsy, retaining water because of his heavy drug use.

The news in urban northern New Jersey is pretty boring today; about the biggest "event" in walrus-face's town is that someone painted their house pink and purple.  I forget why, though.

And if the brain-damaged primitive ever gets tired of paying rent, I guess New Jersey has the longest time in which home-foreclosures are started, and completed; more than a thousand days, almost three years.  So now one knows how Fat Che's little brother (another primitive) gets on; his house went into foreclosure a very long time ago, but he doesn't seem to to have moved.

Fat Che's little brother, he of the expanded rectal aperture and the $900 heating bill, lives in a blue area of urban northern New Jersey, somewhere near the brain-damaged primitive.  One wonders if they've ever met.

But anyway, if walrus-face ever gets tired of paying rent, he's in a good place, where he can go squat in some foreclosed house, living for free, because the bank's not likely to kick him out for a long time.

[Dori]

Oh man.....the thought of DUmmies running around on Halloween in costume.

We should pick out some costume ideas for them.

Lady Freedom Returns could dress up as a hobo....