B O O ! ҈

Can you say 'back from the dead'?

I knew you could.

Oh, yeah, the Eagles Cardinals won the World Series~!



And I could easily fall from grace
then another would take my place
For the chance to behold Your face
And the days of my life are but grains of sand
As they fall from your open hand
at the call of the wind's command

Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say
They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read between the lines, that lead between the lines
That lead me to You

All that I ask You is, show me how to follow You and I'll obey
Teach me how to reach You, I can't find my way
Let me see the light, let me be the light

As the sun turns slowly around the sky
Till the shadow of night is high
The eagle will learn to fly
And the days of his life are but grains of sand
As they fall from Your open hand
And vanish among the land

Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say
They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read
between
the
lines,
by
following
the
signs
That can lead

to You

But show me how to follow You and I'll obey
Teach me how to reach You, I can't find my way
Let me see the light, let me be the light

And so, with no warning, nor last goodbyes
In the dawn of the morning skies
The eagle will rise again

More, tomorrow~! Goodnight, Still Bill.

Cardinals/Rangers Tied 1-1 in World Series

It's a win/win situation.
It's living a dream.
It's a little bit of heaven on Earth.
It's a moment in time, or perhaps more concisely,
outside of time,
when I am absolutely speechless.

Rangers vs. Cardinals

My two most favorite baseball teams;
a fan of the Cards since I-can't-remember-a-time-when-I-wasn't, and a fan of the Rangers since college in the 90s.

Cain't wipe this grin off my OUR face(s)... no matter what~!


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Before Wednesday's first game, I wore my St. Louis cap and Dillon wore his Texas Rangers jersey. Well, the Cards won that game, 3-2.
Then last night, Leticia got out my size S, 1982 Cardinals' warm-up jacket for Dill to wear, and I wore my Texas Rangers teeshirt, and the Rangers won, 2-1....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa, Dill~!

Purchase Early, Avoid The Rush

COULD IT BE??

NIRVANA?

FINALLY, THIS YEAR?





Talk about 'Joy In Mudville'....

"Like Listening To A Trainwreck"

The phrase, "Like watching a trainwreck" is among the most widely used cliches' these days, as we endure the final 16 months of the disastrous Zerobama administration.


(lovingly lifted from friend http://astuteblogger.blogspot.com/2011/08/obama-crash.html )

Likewise, listening to Barry hUSsein this morning as he preached to the United Nations, about how difficult 'peace' is to achieve through his narrow tunnel vision.

You'd think that watching or hearing a train wreck was always a terrible thing; and all too often it is exactly that, isn't it?

Yet it was not always so:
Once, it was a much anticipated, festive spectator sport.
(lovingly lifted from www.lsjunction.com/facts/crush.htm )

By 5 p.m. the afternoon of September 15, 1896, nearly 50,000 people had gathered anxiously on a wide stretch of Texas prairie near Waco. Moments later, they watched two 35-ton locomotives, each pulling seven boxcars, collide head-on at a combined speed of 120 miles per hour. The publicity spectacular was staged at Crush, Texas, a short-lived town established just for the occasion. Organizer for the event (and namesake for the town) was William George Crush, a passenger agent for the Missouri, Kansas & Texas Railway Company, commonly known as "the Katy."

The collision, intended as publicity for the railroad, was planned and promoted for months in advance. The locomotives, Old No. 999 and Old No. 1001, were displayed prominently during tours throughout the state.



Rather that the usual entrance fees charged for major public attractions, Katy officials announced that they would charge no admission for the well publicized event. Further, they promised that food concession contractors would not be allowed to sell lunches at extortionate prices, and that containers of "fresh Waco water" would be abundant and free. The only fee would be the train fare required to transport the many thousands of spectators to the crash site. Even these fares were offered at bargain rates--none over $5 from anywhere in Texas. As a result, the excursion trains were so packed that some people were obliged to ride on top of the cars for lack of room inside.

As a promotional stunt, however, the Katy's well laid plans turned sadly sour. At the instant of impact, one of the boilers unexpectedly exploded. As a result, bolts and scraps of iron and debris were hurled hundreds of yards, some into the spectator area. Two spectators were killed and a few more seriously injured.

It is not now known whether Scott Joplin, the great ragtime music composer from Texas, was one of the spectators on that September afternoon in 1896. Twenty-seven year-old Joplin was sufficiently impressed with the event, however, that by year-end he had composed The Great Crush Collision, one of the earliest of his many compositions.

The early rag written by my favorite American composer Scott Joplin is dramatic and upbeat and fun to listen to, much like a sporting event wherein which a train wreck occurs.
Please enjoy the music of a real Texas trainwreck, from 115 years ago~!

What IF Michael Vick was White?

And what IF the moon was made of white cheese,
instead of the green variety?

ESPN, the once-proud sports network, offered up this question lately, here:
Michael Vick
with two images of one regular Mike Vick, quarterback of the Philadelphia Eagles, alonside one of a caucasian Mike Vick.

Playing off the constant question raised during his trial and imprisionment, "But what if he'd been a white athlete?"
I became uncomfortable seeing them, like seeing a Frankenstein experiment.




What if everyone could change 'races'?

SASSIN' THE BOSS

Lets join the Great Jimmie Lunceford, in 'Sassin Boss0bama',
as we all wait, in a soupline, for some job, brothas~!

Let's Have Some FunTime With Barry~!

It IS the IN thing to do these days: Bust the controversial leader Barry Huss Zerobama's impotent, feckless leadership in the chops, and do it proudly.

Why, it is so popular a pastime, this wimp in the White House has setup a whiney, crybaby website to draw attention to all those who are indulging in, enjoying this sweeping national craze.

"Attack Watch.com"

It's early in the political game, so right now there's only four stories on that site: One, on Glenn Beck, one on Governor Rick Perry, and another on author Jerome Corsi ("Wheres the Birth Certificate?"). The remainder is on how offensive Jell-O brand 'Instant Chocolate Pudding' is to the Zerobamas....

One journalist writes in the Washington Post, "Attack Watch, new Obama campaign site to ‘fight smears,’ becomes laughing stock of conservatives"

I can't wait~! We all like laughter, right righties?

CAN I ASK A FAVOR?
AND I, YOUR LOCAL MALCONTENT WILL GLADLY RETURN THE FAVOR TO YOU OTHER CONSERVATIVE BLOGGERS IN RETURN~~

GO TO "ATTACK WATCH DOTCOM,
AND REPORT THIS VERY BLOG, "The Localmalcontent",
for very offensive content toward Glorious Leader.
Here's the address: http://localmalcontent.blogspot.com/
Simply copy and paste where the website directs.... \

The opening screen looks like this:

Then, on the opening page, select "Report an attack" from the left-hand margin (IT WOULD NEVER BE ON THE RIGHT MARGIN, EH??)\

Enter some B.S. email address if you like, or feel free to put in this one: localmalcontent@live.com

P.S. "Miss Me Yet??"

Another "Revealing" Poll, Please

((reprinted from April 30, 2008))

I've just about had it with the current flurry of so-called 'scientific' polls,

which tell you what famous movie you are, or what famous

politician you would be. That's a bunch of shinola- and besides,

when you answer those questions to find out what famous candy bar you are,

they are taking your answers, and compiling a file on you...

for an eventual Giant File Folder somewhere in Geneva, Switzerland.

At the U.N.!

So, I am offering here, my own 'Revealing Poll'; one which you just make up the answers.

The dual answers. YOUR Choice.

WHAT T.V. CHARACTER DO YOU MOST ASSOCIATE WITH:
A) WHEN YOU ARE AT WORK?
B) IN GENERAL LIFE, OUTSIDE YOUR WORK?

Isn't that simple now? Just nod your heads 'yes'. And contemplate the question(s) given you.

For me, the answers are: ('A', at work) I am Sgt. Joe Friday, of "Dragnet".

and for (b), in general life, I am either Daffy Duck, or George Costanza... no doubt.

HOW ABOUT YOU??

TURN IN YOUR ANSWERS NOW.

MEET MICHAEL ANTHONY TANNER,A GENUINE AMERICAN HERO

Heyyah, friends. Once again on this anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks on America, I present this tribute to Mike Tanner, with respect and with love.

If you look into the comments section, you will see one comment from Mr. Tanner's widow, Michele.

I would ask each of you to treat her with the due respect which this lady deserves, should you decide to e-mail her.

Thanks, and with love always,

the Malcontents.

(( Republished from 2 years ago ))

TEN YEARS AGO, September 11, 2001 was a crisp, mild Tuesday.
The early morning weather that morning in Secaucus, New Jersey was clear and unusually cool, around 57° at 5:45 am, when Michael Anthony Tanner made his wife's coffee.
"I couldn't get out of bed unless I had coffee," wife Michele Tanner would remember. "He would get up at 5:30, and he left at 6, but at 5 till, he would have that coffee underneath my nose, every day of my married life."

This Post is Dedicated to The Extraordinary Life of Michael Anthony Tanner, Secaucus, New Jersey, an investment trader with Cantor Fitzgerald, working in the North World Trade Tower in lower Manhattan, New York.
More Specially, To His Eternal Memory And Legacy.

Michael "Tiny" Tanner, 44.

Tanner was called "Tiny" by his friends and co-workers, as he was taller than 6-foot-2, and weighed over 250 pounds. And he had a large capacity for kindness. Men as big as "Tiny" Mike Tanner often need to be extra-kind, to offset their impressive size. Michele just called her loving husband 'Mike'.

Mike worked for the Investment and Stock Trading firm, Cantor Fitzgerald. CantFitz, whose slogan is "At the end of the day, what did you achieve?", back in 2001, was located on floors 101-105 of the north World Trade Center.

More on his office space, in just a moment.

Meanwhile, Let's get to know Michael Anthony Tanner.

This past March 24th, 2009, his wife wrote:
"Hi Michael,

Wish you were here to see your beautiful, intelligent, spirited, kind hearted daughters. You would be so proud.Your mom misses you so much. I miss you so much. Not good at feelings so Happy Birthday in Heaven. say hi to dad and Teddy. Michele"

A friend of Mike's wrote: "... I'll always remember the Herman Munster shots (monster home runs) you used to hit. You were a good man."



See, Mike Tanner of Secaucus, New Jersey was a star athlete in his youth, before he was a star Investment/Securities trader as an adult. He lettered in Football, all four years he attended Cornell University in Ithica, New York, as Quarterback of the Cornell Big Red. ~!

Yeah... Quarterback!.


Of a college football team. Dang. Wow.
Even of an Ivy League team, that says a great deal about the student athlete, Mike Tanner.

Well after all, he had been an All-State footballer in New Jersey in 1975, leading his H.S. team to that state's Parochial B state title. QB Tanner then led his Cornell University Big Red Machine to an 8-19 record in 1976-77, and 1979. (note- as a freshman at CU~!)

Among his proudest moments was leading Cornell to a nail-biting, upset win over arch rival Harvard U., 17 to 7, in '77. Two years later, in Tiny's final year, he led the Big Red in a whuppin' of Harvard, 41-14!


"Mike had a cannon for an arm, and he was a hard runner who was built more like an offensive guard than a quarterback," said Don Fanelli, class of '76, and long-time friend of Tanner's from both high school and college, and a Chi Psi fraternity brother.


Remember Mike's nickname, "Tiny"??
That Never Referred to Mike's Heart. Because on September 10th, 2001, 'Tiny' phoned Don Fanelli, offering him two tickets to a N.Y. Yankees game for the next night, Tuesday the 11th, in celebration of Fanelli's wife's birthday.

"We were supposed to meet Tuesday evening. You know the rest." Fanelli said. "Despite his many personal successes, Mike retained an affinity for the underdog -- and loved the Mets and the Jets." Tiny's brother in law, Frank D'Amelio, would say later, "He gave away a lot that no one knew about. He had a heart of pure gold. He would think nothing of handing a friend $5,000 and telling them not to worry about it."


Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Michael Anthony Tanner's life is a best seller storybook, including the heartwarming, devoted love affair of his life, Michele, his longtime girlfriend, then all Too-short a time wife.

As if Mike Tanner's life wasn't already the stuff which little boys' fantasies were made of, being a state High School football quarterback star, being the University's starting football quarterback, and hitting "Herman Munster sized" Home runs, he married his High School sweetheart, too.

Mike met Michele when he was 20, she 18. They dated and then went their separate ways, but that spark between them continued to smoulder it seems, because the two always knew they would eventually wind up back together.

Ten years later, Mike and Michele realized that what they had was true love, so they made it official: Michele and Tiny Tanner.

Mr/Mrs. Michael A. Tanner. circa 2001, Secaucus, New Jersey had enjoyed a 15-year marriage and produced two extraordinary daughters, Shasha and Gianna Tanner. Mike coached basketball and softball for Sasha, 14, and was teaching Gianna, 4, football drills in the house. "The football would go flying towards this humongous chandelier, and I'd put my hands to my eyes and say, `Just be careful!'", Michele recalled, in 2002.
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We already have learned that Mike offered his buddy Don, Yankees tickets the night before the awful, Islamic terrorism attacks, and so sadly, his death.

That Yankees game with Cleveland would not be played for almost another three weeks, as baseball became the most meaningless thing in the world suddenly.

We know that maybe, Mike brewed coffee for Michele in their kitchen, maybe 4 hours before his murder, along with 2,995 other Americans
that damned morning;
he and everyone else awoke that morning, never expecting, never dreaming what nightmare would transpire 4 hours later:

Then, on Mike Tanner's last, innocent morning, likewise the last moments of America's normalcy, Tiny Tanner proved yet again, to be a Giant hero to his co-workers. From reports of fellow employees' families, the hero Tanner, having already seen the first hijacked airliner crash into the South Tower only minutes before, took charge on his floor of the north WTC, directing other people down the stairway before himself. Until the terrifying end there, in stunned shock at a second airplane attack, and then realizing his own fate, at being among the first Americans to know that suddenly, violently, We had been attacked, and were now at war.

Michael Anthony Tanner, "Tiny".

With A Humongous Heart of Gold.
B. March 24, 1957.
D. September 11, 2001.

WE WILL NEVER FORGET.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET.

That's Just How It Starts (Over)

Thank You, Heavenly Father, that You saw to it
to make love blind.

They were lonely and they were hot.

From different directions, they wandered through the bright afternoon heat to the cool sanctuary of the town library.

Tanya, above, asked Jimbo if the seat next to him was taken; he in turn, asked if she had a cigarette that she could let him smoke.

"Just this'un," Tanya replied, words made of thick, blue smoke.

"I'll take it, and you kin sit right 'ere with me."

"You have odd hair, doncha? I could fix that, if you want me to-- I'ma cosmatawlagist. Just need $21 more to get my license unrevoked," Tanya volunteered.

"I got $21," Jim said.

........