Friday, January 20, 2017

THE INAUGURATION OF
DONALD JOHN TRUMP,
THE 45th PRESIDENT

I Don't Know Where To Begin, Expressing Our Relief Today~



Awesome inaugural; Beautiful prayers for America by six religious leaders, pastors, rabbis and bishops; 

Awesome songs by the Missouri State University choir, the Mormon Tabernacle choir, "The Star Spangled Banner", sung by Jackie Evancho~!!

the inauguration of the president of the people of the united States of America today--  NO NEED for Hollywood celebrities, NO NEED for self-indulgent, pompous politicians,
NO NEED to include the small and narrow minded fear mongers.

I'm so happy that rural America will be heard now, in President Donald Trump's White House.

I don't know what else to say~


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Once Upon A Time,
In A Country Which
Never Materialized

Remember When?

Voters in that hopeful utopia elected their coming Messiah-- So much more than a mere man, but a man-God, 

whose rousing rhetoric about 
Change coming to that land 
per his election, raised the hopes of millions and millions of them.   
And with the incoming, high tide of the Messiah's election, almost immediately those hopes of a better country, of a racially unified country, the prayers of a  reversal of the country's economic decline,



were dashed and shredded on the sharp, rocky shores of reality.  The Messiah had indeed been exactly what only a few disembodied voices predicted that he'd be:  A Failure.

Soon after the Messiah assumed the ultimate power in Utopia, his rousing rhetoric, once used to electrify the masses, began to be a monotone, it became condescending, it became unbearable to listen to more than 8-second-sound bytes at a time.

Likewise, lofty promises of ushering in an era of racial tranquility, of a real and obviously growing economy

were suddenly replaced with goals which the great population never wanted in the first place; Discontent replaced Hope.  Despair replaced Confidence. Higher taxes replaced the lowered sea levels.

His mask slipped and the people saw his true face, an indignant narcissist, bound and determined to dismantle the countryside from within with his unpopular, anathemic plans which angered far, far more people than those plans benefited.

The populace became uneasy, because to look upon his visage was to risk becoming enthralled, again-  To listen to more of his words again, was to risk becoming beguiled again.

~ His most closely, misguided followers, those who could enact his decrees, began falling in numbers so great and so fast, that Messiah blamed not himself -at all

But instead, blamed imagined/encouraged racism, blamed the Almighty Creator, blamed demonic spirits with both voices and computer keyboards for thwarting his Utopian ideals:  '"Ideals" best for the country', Messiah said~

Intended for a country which naturally found them repugnant
and foreign to the ways that each had been raised to believe.   
His followers began to lose their abilities, their office to initiate Messiah's changes, one by one, grueling year-by year-- thus rendering the Messiah more and more isolated from the masses which he'd twice, successfully deceived.

Ultimately, to the point where Messiah was reduced to issuing Pedantic Orders instead of creating Noble laws.
And at that point, the Messiah finally exposed himself to the voters for exactly what he was, and for what he and his shrinking minstrel band of elected followers really and truly always had been:  Liars, Story Tellers, Flim Flam artists, Hucksters, and Evil Doers.

And they, 
the Messiah and his followers, fell from grace more rapidly than eagles from on high, like stones hurled from the heavens down, down, and their forced fall was disabling, was awkward, was disfiguring and revealing.



Revealing, because they never once intended to make
your lives better, you dupe.

ONLY THEIR OWN LIVES.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Sadly lifted from Cleveland(dot)Com, because the author, Joe Vardon decided
to include Dr. Martin Luther King's Birthday celebration in their headline, this:

Warriors rout Cavs again on MLK Day, 126-91

OAKLAND, Calif. -- The last time Golden State embarrassed the Cavs on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, it cost a coach his job and shook an organization to its core.

The Warriors' 126-91 bomb dropped on Cleveland Monday night was as ugly for the Cavs but isn't going to have near the same effect.

Finishing their season long six-game road trip in perhaps the worst of all places and situations -- at Oracle Arena against a Warriors team that hadn't played since Thursday -- the Cavs played with the nonchalance of a defending champion riding a four-game winning streak against its rival.

The Warriors played with the urgency of a team on the other side of that streak.

Martin would be appalled by this hack writer, by both the Cavs and the Warriors and by Black politicians alike today,
.... 
By everyone who has decided to misappropriate his birthday for strictly racial, or sporting , or political purposes.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. must be spinning in his grave, because of how his name, and the holiday celebrating his birth, have become so politicized. 

Hey, YO Jesus, Know What I Mean??  Care to give ol' Martin some comforting words regarding our national betrayal of his life's work, from You experience??

I hate Democrats, because they use our national treasures, like Dr. King, Jr., as mere badges of self-confident, insolence.
and Intolerance.
  
They NO MORE represent the high, egalitarian values espoused by the late Reverend Dr. King, 
than McDonald's food represents wholesome nutrition.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Celebrating Ben Franklin's 321st Birthday, the Inventor of the $100 Bill



Benjamin Franklin was a super-smart, early American dude, who like, was really thoughtful alot, and Like, invented lots of cool stuff, like the printing press, and Freedom,
and the way cool $100 Bill.


He also invented time travel, as seen here below, in this 1960's TV documentary, when he was over 500 years old:

We celebrate your JANUARY 17 birthday today, Ben-Jammim',
&2B sure, you're still Cool with U.S,
but Bro, we'd like havin' some more Benjamins in our pockets....

The BEST Part of Wakin' Up, Is To Die For

Folger's Coffee?  Nope. Close, though~

~For me, & my family, it's waking up, knowing, seeing,
somebody made plenty fresh guacamole last nite
and it's cold in the 'fridge and ready for whatever.


Here's the good stuff here, be sure and add this stuff, McCormick's Guacamole seasoning mix.

My personal preference recipe?  *(Yeah, I made this last nite):

* 3 over ripe Mexican avocados,
soft and black,
like Zerobama was for 8 years;

* 1 Roma tomato, diced;
* 1/3 Cup, diced yellow onion; 
* 1/4 Cup McCormick brand Real Bacon Bits;
* 1/2 Tsp. black pepper;
* a small amount of Poteau River tap Water,
   to improve consistency. 
* 1 package McCormick's Guacamole Seasoning Mix

* Beat this mixture with a sturdy fork, like whippin' an adopted child, thoroughly,
* & place it the fridge for 1/2 hour, again, just like yo' adopted chile




The resulting guacamole caint be beat, when scooped up by Tostido's corn chips, or spread onto wheat bread like mayonnaise (Hellman's, naturally), then adding grilled your local IGA-store brand's Bratwurst or Jimmy Dean's Hot Links.

(ok, that takes care of contractual, 180-days worth of adverts, Right?) (Leti's not working now, and we need the $$)

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Life Is Easy in Urville

lovingly lifted from a confession I guess, found at Ask.metafilter(dot)com, this disturbing question below:


I've invented a complete imaginary world. Am I insane?

Since I was about 13 (I'm 24 now) I have, over time, constructed an imaginary story that I focus on whenever I'm alone - walking somewhere, doing the dishes, tidying my house, etc - but it's not just some little silly story, it's like I'm literally living another life, or other people's lives. To make this a little clearer:

The "story" consists of not one character, but a whole family of characters, who all have their own stories (I know their names, the names of their partners, the names of their ex-partners, their best friends, their best friends' stories), their own careers, I know what they look like, where they live, I play out scenes in my head of different people each time - talking to one another, them at work, I can do it for about an hour and almost script up pages of conversations that they'll have/experiences they'll have, imagine them in interviews (the central family are all famous - I've imagined a family where three of the kids are basically the biggest movie stars in the world, and link real life celebrities to this - guest stars have involved George Clooney and Johnny Knoxville.. wtf...)


Let me just state this has NEVER been a dream. It has always occurred when I am awake. Usually when I'm slightly down (I suffer from depression, I suppose that it could be a form of escapism - I imagine myself with this perfect Hollywood movie star life, instead of my own)



Unlike my Azusa Mongoose Lawn Comb, here, which was a vivid dream I'd had ...

Is that correct?




I'm just wondering... erm... I've never EVER told anyone about this. Not family, friends, anyone, because I have no one like that.

This is the first time I've even written about it. Is it totally and utterly deranged? I mean it's a pretty big deal. I could tell you the birthdays and eye colour of every single 'character' in this imaginary world - that's got to be about 20 people I've invented.
What the hell am I doing? And has anyone else ever done this?  I'm starting to wonder if I'm all there, upstairs. And yes, if anyone asks, I'm being totally serious. This isn't a joke question.

I live alone, and have for over 5 years, in a dimly lit house, possibly haunted but probably not, really alone for 24 hours a day.

I love no one, I have no friends, I celebrate no one, and nobody celebrates me.   I have no family whatsoever.  Am I insane?



With its population of 12 million, its formidable architecture, and its extensive infrastructure,

Urville, the capital of a large island province, is one of Europe’s most important cities. If your geographic confidence is beginning to quiver and crumble, you can exhale — Urville is entirely imaginary.

Friday, January 13, 2017

SMILE ! You're on BUSTED CAMERA

When you least expect it, You're arrested,
That's a Felony!

Smile ! You're on Busted Camera

lovingly lifted from FOX8-Cleveland, this embarrassing story of how the "Mannequin Challenge", sweeping the Internet currently, got several people in Alabama arrested by the stunt:

(The Mannequin Challenge involves several people freezing in place, depicting a scene, while another person with a cellphone camera goes around them, filming)

UPDATE:  I TRIED TO POST THE VIDEO HERE ON THIS BLOGGIE, BUT I EITHER GET TWO OR THREE OR NONE COPIES OF THE VIDEO, BY ADDING THE EMBED CODE.
SO GUESS WHAT?? TO SEE THE VIDEO WHICH CAUSED SEVERAL PEOPLE TO GET ARRESTED, YOU'LL HAVE TO GO TO THE ABOVE LINKAGE.  SORRY~!
I'M ALREADY LATE FOR WORK, OR I'D WORK ON IT

UPDATED UPDATE (7:21 PM)  MAYBE THIS IS IT:


Police say the "mannequin challenge" video that launched the investigation shows numerous people displaying guns, as if re-enacting a drive-by shooting.


Authorities from the Madison County Sheriff's Office, the Huntsville Police Department and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives executed a warrant at 5012 Powell Drive at 5:02 a.m. on Tuesday.


More info at the link above, but just read "FAIL".
As usual, these people expose their ass-cracks
long before they expose their weapons.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

My 39th Birthday Post
9 Years Ago

On January 11th, I am asking everyone who reads this tiny bloggie to wear an ORANGE piece of clothing.
I have not trailed off to the Dark side, no. I am not now, nor will I ever endorse anything that the American Civil Liberties Union, ACLU, or the Democratic Party recommends (although they too, are urging Orange clothes be worn today)!

Nope. Nope. Nope.
Nothing as undignified, as sublime, or as irresponsible, as doing anything the A.C.L.U.,
or the DhimmiCrats urge or demand.

Only because Orange is my favorite color. 'Favourite Colour', for you Anglophiles and Canucks.... 'Ouragne'... LOL

Orange is my favorite color, and
January 11 is my birthday.
The big 3-9.
My Tribe, the Firsts.
The title of my first published book, "First".
The first big 1-1-1.
Not to be confused with November 1st, the second and lesser 1-1-1.

As a tribute to the Local Malcontent, President Bush opened up the Guantanamo Bay Detention Center, Library and Tropical Resort for Sufferers of Jihad Syndrome, down in Cuba, six years ago. Thank you, George Bush, for your thoughtful, relevant present to me.
For my 40th birthday in 2009, could I request a long double fence be built?
HINT, HOPE. HINT, HOPE. HINT...

Paint it Orange, if you like! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!!
Paint it Blue and I wouldn't mind, either-- just build that border fence, OK? Either way, I will be happy to personally paint the fence, at only $16.77/ hour, my former wage...

Anyway, I'd really be honored tomorrow if all ya'll, from North Texas to Calgary, Alberta... from the great shores of Lake Ontario to Little Axe to Los Angeles, and everywhere else, wore something orange-colored.

(If anyone asks, say it is to honor the Texas Longhorns, the Denver Broncos, the New York Mets, the ACLU, or even Daffy Duck's feet-
I will know better.)

My 38th Birthday Post, 10 Years Ago

"Saddam's Cat", lovingly lifted from ... me~


 
More later, after I finish celebrating. No, not that 55.


Today was my Birthday. Way too busy to put serious thought to any serious/other stuff.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Oh, Yeah, Life Goes On,
But the Thrill of Livin' Ain't Gone
Yet, For Me~

CLASSIC 48s


Jimmie Johnson's No. 48 Chevy Impala

The 2017 Harley Davidson Forty-Eight® motorcycle comes at you with more low-slung Dark Custom™ attitude than ever, from its fat front end to its cast aluminum wheels.




I like that~!  Alot

Number 48 on the all-time Greatest Rock and Roll Artists, John Mellencamp:



48th Verse of the Tao Ta Ching – 'Letting Go':

Learning consists of daily accumulating.
The practice of the Tao consists of daily diminishing;
decreasing and decreasing, until doing nothing.
When nothing is done, nothing is left undone.
True mastery can be gained by letting things go their own way.
It cannot be gained by interfering.

Now that today is a brand new year we look ahead to what the new year will bring, set resolutions for things we cant to accomplish, and let go of the past year. However, do we really let go of the past year?

Last year is gone and so is everything that came with it. However, many times we hold onto the things that occurred. We accumulate pain and suffering from things that occurred and carry them forward with us into the new year.

Saturday, January 11, 1969 morning cartoons included this Classic from Daffy and Bugs:



I feel like I'm 23 yrs. old, 
but today, January 11, I turn 48.


Heyyah~!!  



Under penalty of death, I can't state my wife's age anymore. Kelsey will be that way too, soon...
Life with womenfolk

Have a happy day everyone~!  It will be 75° here in Poteau, and our grill will be smokin' later today!!


LMC post # 2048
with love from us, the local malcontents
"jack and diane"

Daddy's Day

We've had such a great time tonight-- our daughter Kelsey at 7-1/2 months is trying so hard to stay up on her fat little legs and trying to walk, doing more bouncing than stepping, she's precious to watch as she can bring out one leg, then just shakes it back and forth, bouncing up and down on her other leg.

And she can feel that there's another big day, like Christmas, in the making:  Because she is so alert, so wide awake, jabbering, crawling around my legs right now, climbing up to see what I am doing here~

Mama's in the living room, simultaneously watching TV and marinating sirloins for tomorrow, a cook-out that nobody expected, for January 11.

Leticia's dad Kenneth and his new wife Karen will be here tomorrow, and I've invited another couple to come over and eat/celebrate 

Kelsey, now sitting in my lap here, demands to add something--

 v j,aa sWW[K 

....

(interpretation) Move over, DA DAA

EQUAL SEQUEL

"Revenge", CLEMSON style
TAMPA, Fla.—Deshaun Watson's third touchdown pass of the game, a 2-yard toss to Hunter Renfrow with one second remaining in the game, lifted Clemson to a 35-31 win over Alabama in a classic national championship game Monday night.
The Tigers avenged a 45-40 loss to the Crimson Tide in last year's final at Glendale, Ariz.
Watson completed 36 of 56 passes for 420 yards. Four players—Jordan Leggett, Mike Williams, Deon Cain and Renfrow—topped 90 receiving yards for Clemson (14-1).
Quarterback Jalen Hurts gave Alabama (14-1) a 31-28 lead with 2:07 remaining on a 30-yard touchdown run. However, Watson guided the Tigers on a nine-play, 68-yard drive for the win.
Earlier in the fourth quarter, Clemson, starting from its 12-yard line, got a 17-yard pass to Leggett and then a 26-yarder to Williams, with a 15-yard penalty tacked on to put the Tigers at the Alabama 16. Watson ran 15 yards to the 1, and Wayne Gallman dived in from 1 yard for a 28-24 lead with 4:38 to play.
Down 24-14 to start the fourth quarter, Clemson got back within three on a 4-yard touchdown from Watson to Williams with 14:00 left.
Twice before, the Tigers had the ball down three in the fourth quarter, but they couldn't get beyond their own 35-yard line each time.
Alabama tight end O.J. Howard, who scored two long touchdowns in last year's championship win against Clemson, came through again Monday, catching a 68-yard touchdown in the third quarter to give the Tide a 24-14 lead.

Sweet Revenge

Revenge has been called both a situation which is 'best served Cold',

(The popular expression "revenge is a dish best served cold" suggests that revenge is more satisfying if enacted when unexpected or long feared, inverting traditional civilized revulsion toward "cold-blooded" violence)

as well as 'being sweet'.

Therefore, Revenge is Ice Cream.  here's my choice--



 if you'd like some more, it's in the freezer~

Monday, January 9, 2017

Scot Free Lawless Havens


City/State Sanctuary, From What?

Sanctuary cities like San Francisco and Santa Fe, New York City and Chicago, as well as full sanctuary states, California, Connecticut, Colorado and New Mexico, welcome illegal immigrants into thier city limits and state boundries, without the repercussion of apprehension by law authorities.

I think that I may have found a flaw in their altruistic sentiment, which can/could be used successfully by a criminal defense attorney, in trial.  (provided of course,
a jury trial, where only one juror need be convinced 
of the defense argument~)

Meet the "Equal protection" clause of the 14th Amendment
to the U.S. Constitution.

  Which states:  
All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws (emphasis added).



If one person is entitled from being legally prosecuted for breaking a law, by residing within a sanctuary city or sanctuary state, in this case being an illegal alien resident for example, then it is unjust for the same sanctuary city or sanctuary state to attempt to prosecute any other alleged law-offender within the same sanctuary city or sanctuary state.

If being an alleged illegal alien is not a problem, then why should an accusation of DUI be a problem? Speeding? 
Murder?
(the city/state, this sanctuary jurisdiction does not prosecute .....)

Equal protection under the law....  It cuts both ways.
So if you live in California, Connecticut, Colorado or New Mexico, I say 'go out and rob a store today~! 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Benny Goodman - Sing Sing Sing (with a swing) 1935

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers
percolating

Bethena - Scott Joplin "the MOON"







 This is what I hear in my head when I stare at our Moon, our Luna

Pineapple Rag (Scott Joplin), Japanese Guitar Trio

 \


Classic~ Speechless, by it's beauty~

Maple Leaf Rag -- Jr. High School Sax Quartet

And Then, When Joplin and Base-Ball Intersect
Madness

Joplin By the Sea

I only watched 27 seconds of this, the Federico Mondelci i Sax Quartet, playing Scott Joplin's "Easy Winners" rag,
to decide to share it with you.  It IS all that GOOD!

THIS IS EXQUISITE,
THIS IS WHAT SCOTT JOPLIN INTENDED for his music--
to be fun, to be happy, to inspire, -- and in the case of the "Easy Winners" here, Scott Joplin loved Baseball (*for which this piece was written), he wanted this song to be reminiscent of the beauty of the game 'Baseball', and to be played at baseball games all across America.


  
Even baseball games held on the beach...  just watch out for those long fly balls to right-center field~!

Empty Suit Plays to Empty Room


Controversial leader Zerobama receives a participation medal, and gives an empty speech to U.S. military personnel gathered in a skating rink, January 4, 2017.

There apparently weren’t many in the military who were looking to say their goodbyes and thank yous to their outgoing commander-in-chief on Wednesday.







What a difference 8 long years makes, huh?
In 2008, notice the crowd for GWB:




ELVIS' BURNING LOVE





The King's 82nd Birthday today-- and AM radio is aflame with "a hunka, hunka burnin' love"...

Friday, January 6, 2017

Three Bizarre Dreams I Had During Our Vacation


The first one was just amazing:  
I remember the most about this dream, over the next two.

On December 30, 2016, I dreamt that we were still living in Yanush, in the lake house, except that Leticia did not appear in that dream, yet I understood that we were married--  

Anyway, I dreamt that I was alone at home when there came a forceful knocking on the front door, within the screened-in porch, and several suited men burst in to the living room. 

They told me that they had some improvements for my home to install, that I could NOT deny them, that I had to accept the improve- ments, there and then, under penalty of law.

While I sat back and watched from a central, raised part of my former living room
(which in truth does not exist), I watched these several men, take out parts of walls, and replacing them with exquisite, beautiful windows of glass bricks, installing them one-by-one, level-by-level, into walls. bottom to top~ I watched them elevate and highlight the sofa and TV part of the living room about 2 feet higher than the remainder of the living area, up to the level from which I observed all this.

Suddenly, wires fell down in front of my face from the ceiling, with little LED lights on the ends of them all, and the little lights were implanted into the living room ceiling, again beautifully, creating an appealing scene, in my dream-mind's opinion.

But then it became intrusive, as the men went into my/our bedroom (in Yanush), and I followed them in there, where they told me that more lighting was necessary, and then suddenly more wires with little lights began falling from the ceiling.  Then the men said that my/our bed needed to be moved, but it was up to me to move it myself:   I began to move the mattresses toward a wall which did not exist (there's a door there in reality) and 

suddenly great flashes of bright light from somewhere-- outside or inside -- and the number of men within my bedroom literally became an audience of men within my bedroom 
(*I remember feeling/seeing the number "20 more" men.

I was startled awake at that point~
***************************************
The Very Next Night, I dreamed that there was some emergency, again I am alone in Yanush,
there's a Tornado Warning.  I can hear the sirens. 
And I help my neighbors and others save their belongings in some  big truck, I guess--- 
I saw that we all piled their things, their belongings under a gas station's awnings along side of a mountain road.  It seemed like it was unloaded off the back end a bus-

Everyone congratulated me for helping them get their belongings there, that I was their hero:

But what happened to my house during the storm?
I remember seeing a panorama of the area, from the same mountain road gas station, first seeing a pretty, grey brick, two-story house, just completed and for sale,
then my house off to the left, which was demolished.

All the heaps of clothing and piles of furniture which were saved from other peoples' homes were unanimously given to me, to furnish my new house, .... which was to be the grey brick, two-story house that I'd seen earlier.   All of this happened while inside the gas station.

*****************************************************

My Favourite of the Three, January 1 night, "Killing Bill"

I dreamed that I shot and killed Bill Clinton in my grandparents' yard in Poteau. 
And I was cheered by everyone for doing so.

DON'T remember a lot of the details of this dream, except that Bill Clinton was wandering around north of my grandparents' yard:  Bill Clinton was taunting me, and that I came up on him and threatened him to get away from the place. 

Then he really bowed up on me, taunting me, up close and in my face, so I pulled out some kind of two-piece pistol which had to be put together quickly before it could be used:  I did, and as Bubba ran around in circles around me, I shot him several times.

I saw him fall down.  However.the next scene was of a dead Bill Clinton lying face up, in the Southeast corner of their yard.

The next thing I dreamed was confronting Hillary Clinton in my grandparents' kitchen, and She WAS SO Very Excited that I'd killed her husband... 
Thrilled~! 
She Thanked Me for killing her husband Bill~

She went on to plan another run at the Presidency, while her dead husband lay dead, under a Maple tree on the Southeast side of my grandparents' yard in Poteau, next to their driveway, with many, tiny bullet holes in his chest.
*******************************************************
That sure was summm good Cajun cooking we enjoyed in New Orleans~!

First Commercial on My Bloggie??
that's easy
That's 'VITA MEATA VEGAMIN'

(Lucy's) Vitameatavegamin skit makes me laugh out loud every time I'm lucky enough to see it on TV Land. And no matter what else I may be doing, when I recognize this episode coming on, Lucy takes precedence, for at least the next 30 minutes.

and I've been sold on I Love Lucy ever since~

Ahh, The Good Old Days~

If there has been a deep, or an overriding vein of topic on my 10-year-old bloggie, (non-politically),
it has been Baseball and the beautiful music of America's greatest composer, Scott Joplin.

Let's take Baseball, first:  The most simple game of batting away an object to an opposing team, then running to a safe place, prior to that batted object touching the same safe space.  Repeat as necessary, until the 3rd out.  Then change places with the other team.  After nine exchanges, whichever team has advanced more to HOME, wins.

Didn't Abner Doubleday ever realize that throwing to a 6'3" First baseman with a 48" reach was an distinct advantage, than the 90 feet that the batter had to run to reach that small goal?
God Did, when He inspired His favourite game to Doubleday~!


  Not just my beloved Cardinals, I honor the game: I've posted blogs about every team in the Majors today, as well as some well known Negro League teams/players I love. So many splendid players of God's Sport, Base Ball.

Since 2000, there have 17 different World Series winners.  No two in a row repeaters.

Therefore, I can say with supreme confidence, that the Chicago Cubbies
WILL NOT WIN THE 2017 WORLD SERIES NEXT OCTOBER.
~ go ahead and bet the farm on that prediction, & remember where you heard it, first, here from me~!

****************************************
and what can I say about Joplin's serene, sublime ragtime piano, that I haven't said 200 times or more already?

Here is my daily wake-up alarm song:  "The Ragtime Dance"



I drive around gorgeous, eastern Oklahoma, auditing Indian casinos for the state, while listening mostly to Scott Joplin CD's in my truck~
Can we talk about 'Joy'? 

And here is what all 7 people at my funeral will hear when they close my coffin's lid:  "Solace"



.... but don't hold yer breath on that day coming soon.  I'm told that I will be murdered when I'm 86, on Wednesday, April 7, 2055.