Tuesday, September 27, 2016

'Arkansaw's Not For Sale'

Vote No on Issue 5, on NOvember 8,

If ever there was a state which oughtta be dissolved, or divided up, it's this one.
we R Arkansaw.

Arkansas is once again battling the risks and dangers of casino gambling,
known as Issue 5 on this years' November 8 ballot.
Gamblin's a sin; it's in the Bible, just like MURDER.  Just like wife beating and slavery....

VOTE NO ON ISSUE 5, "GAMBLING" ,
IF YOU LIVE IN ARKANSAW, ON NOVEMBER 8.

And then drive over to any of the fine, opulent Indian casinos,
just across the state line in Oklahoma, alright??

Here is the newspaper article from the Northwest Arkansaw Democrat/Gazette, that ol' Buster Knuthead shows to Ms. Genny in the video below:



protect Arkansaw's values~!  

SORRY ABOUT THAT~
An embedded "espn" link
Brought Down Your Local Malcontent

Last week, I paid tribute to Vin Scully, the (really) long time Dodgers baseball announcer, and I must've included a YouTube video or image of Scully which caused my entire blog to 
immediately redirect

to the despised, social-justice-espousing espn(dot)com website,

where readers of my blog were left baffled, and unable to access my wonderful wisdom on a wide variety of topics.

Instead, I will post another tribute to Mr. Scully later this week, replete with my depth of wonderful wit.

I'm sorry that you missed out on reading about "88 million years ago Today" blog post, and also
"Whut?? Wal-Mart's Closed?", two posts I deleted thinking that they must be the offending redirectors.  My next option was to delete Google Chrome as my default web browser, and start fresh:

"The New Local Malcontent" bloggie, on WordPress....
Not.  Bloody.  Likely.  

Anyways, I'm back, I'm empowered, I'm Redskin.
Go OU.  Go Trump.  Go Cardinals.  Go Home

Alright, you've earned a bonus, tribute video.
Here's to you, you Angels in Disguise~!


Monday, September 26, 2016

Whut?? Wal-Mart's Closed??
There's Still Time t'Change th Road You're On

UPDATE:  Wait a minit, I found it:

Stairway to Heaven - Whole Lotta Bluegrass:

A Bluegrass Tribute to Led Zeppelin



Here's some laughing Crows, too.  Good measure.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

A Weekend With the Red-Headed Stranger


God Bless Willie Nelson,
an American TREASURE~!  
Please enjoy these videos of Willie, 
and as usual, We wish you a very fine weekend~










"Always On My Mind"



"Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain"



"Blue Skies"  (Probably my Favourite Willie Nelson song)



"Star Dust"



"All of Me" (my 2nd most favourite Willie Nelson song) dedicated forever to Leticia Marie



"September Song"



"You Don't Know Me"



"To All the Girls I've Loved Before"  (at FarmAid, with Julio Eglasias)



"Angels Flyin' Too Close to the Ground"  (i can't stop, this may go 200  Willie Nelson videos)



"Whiskey River"



"Funny How Time Slips Away"  (early recording of a Ferron Young song)



And then, WHOOSH, suddenly it's Monday again.   SO MAKE THIS WEEKEND EXTRAORDINARY

Friday, September 23, 2016

THIS Says It All~


Thank you Willie and Merle, for everything you've done for America~!

If it's gonna be bad, then toke it in stride, friends:  Light up and mellow out.

Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard made me literally laugh out loud last night, seeing this:



Speaking personally, I think it is time, Oklahoma,
to decriminalize possession of weed, and (dare I suggest) legalization of marijuana for a wide variety of medicinal uses here in the Sooner state.


I've blogged before on how several Indian tribes have met together to 'hash out' the vital rules governing sovereign, Tribal marijuana growing practises and medicinal sales, including the Cherokee, the Comanche, the Sac and Fox, the Hoi-Polloi tribes-- 

I'm calling on my own tribe, the Great Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, to seriously consider the same, 
here in Leaf-Lore County, especially.


And what an economic boom it would be to our state's tax coffers, when it's legalized and taxable~!! Not to mention just making more room for real, dangerous criminals (including drug dealers) in our jail system and prisons when we aren't arresting young people who have a little bit of weed in their possession.



The reputed demons of pot smoking are for the most part imaginary, unless one counts a healthy appetite and deep restful sleep and hearty laughter among friends in your home's den, ... demonic~.




Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Viva, Senor Trump~! El Presidente Nuevo!

Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White - PĂ©rez Prado



Monday, September 19, 2016

The Numbers Don't Lie, Unlike Someone We Know


Spoke today to a crowd of 200 people
at Temple University in Philadelphia.


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Meanwhile, this guy spoke to an estimated 12,000
people live in Fort Myers, Florida, and watched by
over 42,000 others on YouTube:




Wednesday, September 14, 2016

THIS IS WHY, WHAT WE STAND FOR, mr. kaepernick

get your Kleenex tissues ready. 

This video of 9-yr-old Logan Wilson
WILL CAUSE you to weep:





You, colin kaepernick, chose to associate yourself with
the smell of crap.
It is you, mr. kaepernick, who chose first to insult the country which allows you or anyone else, to become whatever you want to, based upon your drive and your stamina, and nothing else.

pieces of crap like you, mr. kaepernick, always blame others, or something equally irrelevant for one's own failures in life,
when it's only you to blame, you are the one who needs changing~

mr. kaepernick smells like the turd that he is, 
bowing and scraping like the slave he believes he is, 
belittling himself, choosing to be a little man, among giants.  
AssWipe.

~ among Giants like Logan Wilson, age 9,
of Chesterfield, Michigan.

A huge Detroit Tigers fan, and a Lions fan, Logan Wilson, who was born with Cerebral Palsy,  understands the pride of living in the greatest country EVER ESTABLISHED on the Earth's face. 


Logan was born 3-1/2 months early weighing 1 pound 10 ounces and spent 6 months in Newborn ICU. He was diagnosed with spastic quad cerebral palsy and doctors told his mother his quality of life would be almost nothing.

Instead, though he has little vocabulary, Wilson says he understands everything and loves everything and everyone.

Good on ya,  and GOD Bless you, Logan~!  
I'm your fan, Logan.

(like o.j. simpson, kaepernick's image will never disgrace my bloggie)

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Woe, My Blogging Day~


From the time I get up to make morning coffee and check on baby Kelsey, then visit the LBR (*yes, in that order), I'm thinking about You, the LMC Viewer.

I rise at 6 am, and Leticia sleeps another hour or so, until 7:15, so while I'm alone with you, the Internet, I search my mind for what's there, bugging it, irritating it, warming it, to the point that I choose what to share here.  With you, the Viewer.

So for instance, yesterday, Tuesday the 13th, while up (my turn) to change and to give Kelsey a bottle, I posted something about "Revenge", baby in my lap, and sleeping Leticia on my mind.

Oh, but that wasn't the end-- I was irritated when I came home last night and visited with my next door neighbor, Dan, who is a KOOK, who told me that he and his wife were determined to plant PALM TREES along their eastern fence, the bluff which is some 300 feet above the valley floor.

"Our soil here is solid rock, solid shale plates, Dan.
How the hell do you expect to do it?", I asked him.

"Easy, we're gonna plant fake palm trees, that look like the real thing."  Maybe the conversation continued between us, but I don't remember it after that-- I left him, incredulous that he'd so simplified his solution.
    
I thought about blogging about that~  
DIDN'T, 
THANKFULLY~

Later yesterday morning, I kiss my 2 baby girls goodbye for the morning, and leave for casinos West and Northwest from here, thinking about blogging about a YouTube video I'd seen and thought about sharing here, about Planet X (Nibiru), which will be here next year by the way, and which will cause a speed-up of the Earth's rotation, only a 16-hour day, but again chose not to enlighten you poor schleps about your impending doom, until it's well too late to act~

I saw a lawn mower - repair video that
I'd thought about posting as a throw-away.  It was funny.

The annoying and flaming out Glenn Beck Show, always  good for a post, about 9 am, but NO~

OK, there's
always Hillary.

Or Zerobama.
Or Muslims.

Or the St.Louis Cardinals.... 

No, Been there,
didn't like it
that much lately.

~So how about Earth science?

I saw where some university in Great Britain has solved the question, 
"Which came first, the Chicken or the Egg?",,, 
as scientists at Bath University have produced rats without a mother's egg donation, only sperm.
  
But that's not so much of a drawing card to YOU, the Viewer, these days...
so still I am searching for a blog post theme-of-the-day-for-today, rejecting all the above.

There was something about flight MH-370, ... nothing special or noteworthy,

Brazenly stolen from the NY Post:  
but that's cold news, too.

What's a Choctaw blogger to do??
Do you wanna see some Indians dancing maybe?  
Summupin OKIE? Summupin Chahta? 

O Sia, Chim Ach-Umpka, Nilluho??




It's about 10 am, and I don't have a clue what I will feed

You, the Viewer.
Want a Scott Joplin ragtime??  NO, me either right now~

A delicious recipe?
I'd like to, but my wife scolded me about posting recipes that she doesn't make or know about, so another Zer0 blog spoot ~ (replace walnuts with pecans~!)

I KNOW~ !!!
WOULD YOU LIKE TO BRIEFLY READ SOMETHING NASTY ABOUT **X****, 
BEFORE I instantly DELETE IT in total embarrassMEnt?? ?
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Maybe just maybe, I've said all that I need to say. 
Except another "goodbye".
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Just another beautiful, late summer day in gorgeous Southeast Oklahoma then; 
Life is Good.  I need a cigarette~

Dr. Ben Carson: "It Looks Like This Has Happened Before..."


Hillary's security entourage do not appear to be shocked by her stiffness, nor her falling face first before being grabbed by the agents, then thrown into the van.

And check the same incident from a completely different angle~!  Hillary is as stiff as a board, leaning against that barricade, awaiting her van...  this looks really, really bad.




Lovingly lifted from American Lookout (dot) Com, this:

Dr. Ben Carson was a world-renowned neurosurgeon before he ran for President. If anyone understands the potential neurological issues facing Hillary after her collapse on 9/11, it’s him.

Dr. Ben Carson told Buzzfeed he has real concerns about Hillary’s health:

“In the case of Hillary Clinton, because she has had a brain injury in the past and there is a question of venous sinus thrombosis, the result of a recent specialized MRI would be very helpful. The stakes are too high for us to blindly elect someone to the presidency of the United States when we have the possibility of examining real evidence upon which to make a decision.”
Then, he said something even more interesting:

“The fact that the security detail assisting her as she clumsily attempted to enter her vehicle after abruptly ending her participation at a 9/11 event did not appear surprised as if dealing with something new, makes one wonder if such awkward moments are something they have become accustomed to.”

Neapolitan


Monday, September 12, 2016

Deplorable & Voting Against The Liar




I'm deplorable, and I vote.  
But better than that, I'm OK with being called "deplorable" by a known sociopathic liar, someone who is stuck in the past, either the 1960s or the 1990s, the enabling "beard wife" of a known rapist and impeached former President, whose family Foundation is probably laundering money from a charity for the poor, to herself.

One candidate in this year's Presidential election cycle was once bashed for his "New York values".

The other candidate is an elitist, carpetbagging, former Senator from New York, who obviously thinks more of foreigners than we Americans, who apparently thinks far more for Black votes, than Black lives, for example.
  
But the candidate in question hails from the murder capital of North America, Chicago, Ill. 
Known widely for her dishonesty, the candidate's first instinct yesterday after her collapse at the 9/11 memorial in NYC, was to lie again about her health and the oppressive heat there in Manhattan.

That's not deplorable enough for her followers.  But none of them can hold a candle to all my Trump-loving friends, who at least are not as vile and mean as they.
Finally, could Hillary Clinton be lying again, about a diagnosis of pneumonia?  Very probably.

Both Barrells Loaded, AIMED @ U, HILL

Just when I think that Hillary Clinton could not sink further down into her own filthiness, she surprises me with, she delights me, with another example of her depravity and Utter stupidity.  
Unglamorously, Unceremoniously, Unbecomingly.  
Unhealthy Hillary

Before I proceed with my screed, I just want to offer this scenario briefly:  Imagine that Hillary Clinton becomes President, and then becomes Impeached.  By her own words and deeds.    The Impeached Couple?  The Impeachables? 
'scrU yoUr fUtUre, chelseaU hUnny'. 

And all just for the power and the money,
and the histrionics of the untire ordeal which that deceitful couple would impose onto our united States, 
simply to prove their sinister point~~

On Friday, September 9, 2016, at a LGTMpPQRSTUV-rdD queer rally in New York City, the dillusional misanthrop named Hillary Clinton, a known sociopath and liar, claimed in a speech that easily 'half of Donald Trump's supporters are ... a basket of Deplorables.'



Hello, U basket of Deplorables, how are U today? 

If that contemptable, lying sack of sociopathic scum called Hillary ever, EVER DARES TO QUESTION MY FAMILY'S VALUES, OR YOURS in her pathway to power,    I will fight back against her highly questionable "family values" !!
What a sick, sick undesirable woman she is, Hillary 'bUtch' Clinton.  Unloved, Unwanted, Ugly, Untrustworthy, Unqualified.  
Her "rallies" in the various towns across America are only attended by Freak Show UNthusiaists. 
Hillary Clinton is macabre, Hillary Clinton is Unpleasant, Hillary Clinton is Unlikeable, she is also unkind, useless, and clearly unpredictable.  
Unhealthy, anyone (kofff, kof-kofff-kofff-koff, spit-koff-kofffkoffkoff-gurgle gurgle-swallowsnot sniff gasp gasp-- koff-kofff-koofffff- Arrgggg, gasp for air) ??
Uncomfortable, UnSober, UnDrugFree Hillary, when she is imposed upon, to speak to the U.S. media , she is herself, ultimately, and she is unholy and she is UNAMERICAN.  
UNPLEASANT.  UNPOPULAR. .  UN-LADYLIKE, UNELECTABLE.  UNIVERSALLY DISLIKED, UNIMAGINABLE.  UNDESERVING.  UNFULFILLED.  UNSUCCESSFUL.  UNWANTED.
Hillary is Unfriendly, Unless U are Underwritten to her fUndation, or U are UnDocumented ~!

Friday, September 9, 2016

Meet Michael Anthony Tanner,
A Genuine Hero of September 11, 2001

Friends, once again, I am so honored to remember here, 
a HERO from that awful awful day, September 11, 2001.

A brief side note:  I've come to really love Michael and Michela and their two daughters Sasha, now age 29, and Gianna, age 19, over time.


Young Ladies, Sasha and Gianna, you don't
know me,
but WOW how I wish that I knew the two of you~!

You must be awesome, fearless, ambitious women now, and your father would be so damn proud of every moment of your lives.  Michael taught you those traits, and they're wonderful, positive traits;
traits that your Father would boast to his friends about!
As a new father myself, I would wish for you two every single thing that I'd want for my own baby daughter:  A very happy life, overflowing with laughter and with love, success, your accomplished dreams,  and your safety thru life.

With that 'new' message,
I humbly, once again, submit my Tribute to your father, 
to your loving daddy, Michael A. Tanner:

**(from two years ago)  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 some comments from Mr. Tanner's widow, Michela.

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



**(( Republished from 8 years ago, with updates ))



FIFTEEN 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, NY.

More Specially, To His Eternal Memory And To His 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 runsyou 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.

The Salty Tears of Democrats' Despair~ Hillaryous



What a tight Pickle jar Hillary Clinton finds herself in, these days.

She's the controversial candidate for the Democratic Party for President of
these united States of America, ya may remember.

Senators and Congresscritters of that stripe are urging Hillary Clinton to "open up", to be herself to the voting public, in an effort to show that she has a heart, that she has a soul.
Sounds to me like another in a long line of "Redux
Re-introduction of Hillary", version 5x.93x.

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There's no way to re-invent this well known pathological liar: 
~She has a track record of relentless lying which reaches back as far as 1973, if not earlier, when she was fired for unethical activity on the Nixon Watergate hearings, then.  

A LONG, a very long list of lies and scandal follows this woman around--- way too long for your Local Malcontent to list here- but it is out there on the internet, and it is massive and it is convincing.

The main trouble with this woman, Hillary Rodham Clinton, in my opinion, is two-fold:

~She indeed, is a pathological liar, and she believes that everything she says is the truth because she believes it is the truth, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

~ and Since Hillary is a child of the late 1940s and 1950s,
a Baby Boomer, she is unable to comprehend the expanse of the internet, the ease with which it is to research every "fact" or "claim" she utters about her fabulous self.

And when people do research her claims,
they are usually proven to be LIES.

She may become so pathetically handicapped by her neurological need to lie constantly, that eventually she, Hillary Clinton, may beg the U.S. population to vote for her, 

out of pity.

Daffy Duck Does His Part to Kill ISIS




"On with the show, this IS it"

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

I Cant Find My YouTube Danube


I am just certain that somewhen along the line, I've posted this very video before.
But I can't find it.  So Guess What, Folks??

The Blue Danube waltz, by Austrian composer Johann Strauss II, composed in 1866, 150 years ago.  
It remains such a beautiful piece of majestic music, an inspiring few minutes of joy to the ears.  Including mine.

Here, performed by the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in 2010, "The Blue Danube".