Friday, August 21, 1998
Long ago — well, six months ago while on a trip to a NJ wholesale nursery — I revisited the site of a world class, 50s era, very famous diner in central New Jersey. It's gone now; moved lock, stock and barrel to
The Smithsonian in DC, for their Americana Exhibit. I used to stop there for some good grease back in the late 60s, during my college years and Summer jobs. It was a haven, a respite from the world's worries and cares, replete with a menu of major league cholesterol and sodium, but somehow I survived the food. Back then, no one cared about, or even checked cholesterol; today, I refuse to have any blood work done to check it. My four favorite food groups are: fat, grease, salt and sugar; the true building blocks of life.
Eat What You Want.
Somehow, I get the feeling that these people still don't know what they're talking about. They've been yapping and whining about health for years and still can't find their own asses with both hands. f*ck the so-called experts; I love salt.
There are so many theories flying around, it's difficult to know what's correct for oneself. It's a shitshoot from cradle to grave.
Do What You Want.
Since '63, when I learned to smoke cigarettes in Boy Scout Summer Camp at 13 years old, I've been a 2 pack-a-day Marlboro smoker. There were no printed warnings on the packs or cartons then; just an implied promise that you'd be like The Marlboro Cowboy — who has now been dead for years from lung cancer and replaced twice by other, also now dead actors — and have all the benefits of that national position. It really doesn't work that way.
We were invincible back then, at 13+ years old. Cancer, emphysema or heart disease were the farthest things from our collective minds. Now, at 50, it's a genuine concern.
I enjoy smoking; it's one of the few vices which I still allow myself to participate in to the fullest extent of the Law. With all the desk and computer work I do, coughing is the only exercise I get. My Woodstock '69 days are long over, but hey; a guy's gotta have some fun.
Suffer The Consequences.
I always take full responsibility for what I do, and especially what I've done. Smoking Marlboro cigarettes — any cigarettes — was the dumbest thing I've ever done, except perhaps never using sunscreen while tanning in the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s. Both will come back to haunt me, someday.
Summer is beginning to show signs of yielding to Fall, at least around here. Cooler weather and more (a relative term while a drought is in progress) moisture is upon us, so many people's thoughts turn back to their gardens.
In addition to several hundred Fall blooming varieties of perennials, Hardy Fall Mums come to mind right away for splashes of color. But here, hardy is the keyword. fact is, most Mums aren't hardy, yet are sold as such. Many nurserys and garden centers don't know their varieties of Fall Mums well enough to buy-in hardy varieties.
Read this ad on Mums, which I wrote to inform my customers and fellow and fellow-ette gardeners about the pitfalls of buy non-hardy Florist Mums.
The quest continues. Over the weekend, I harvested 12lbs of basil (basilica italiana) leaves and stopped at the local Giant Super-Duper-Market to shop for extra virgin olive oil and pignoli (pine) nuts. I loaded up the shopping cart with 19 bottles of oil and 8lbs of nuts for the weekend's production session. I also bought 23lbs of onions and 11lbs of garlic. The checkout girls couldn't believe it.
After getting everything home, feeding the cats and relaxing with a wonderful '94 Sebastiani Cabernet Sauvignon, I started the initial session. After all, the leaves are highly perishable and need to be processed into paste within 24hrs, preferably sooner, even under refrigeration.
With 4 frying pans slowly simmering diced onions and garlic, I washed and towel-dried the basil leaves, used my trusty Cuisinart to puree the leaves, oil and nuts into a rough paste. The cats couldn't take all of the smells and activity; after an initial investigation, they left for other parts of the condo. All the paste was then carefully sshited into the pans with the sauteed onions and garlic, lightly heated and blended and poured into a sealable Tupperware-type container, covered with 1" of olive oil and refrigerated. I repeated that process 9-10 times until 1:00am, when both the wine and my stamina gave out for the night.
The next morning, I opened the fridge to get the freshly ground coffee and couldn't believe all the containers of processed pesto I saw. I was impressed at the quantity of quality which I'd completed.
The next job is to re-heat the pesto and transfer it to sterilized Ball Jars for refrigerated storage and giveaway to friends and customers. Plus, put a couple of gallons away in the freezer for myself for Winter usage.
whack All The Inmates.
Why waste the time merely beating the subhuman filth? whack them. I would waste that filth in a heartbeat. No questions asked.
America's criminal justice system is shit. We baby prisoners who've whacked, raped, molested and beaten. When a lowlife murderers, rapes, robs or molests, they should forfeit all civil rights of a society. They should be used a medical experiments and then disposed of, permanently and completely.
Several people who work for me, who are very religious, have commented on my wish to play GOD. First of all, GOD doesn't exist; it's a manipulative myth. Second, I have no wish to play GOD. I want Justice for society. There isn't any worthwhile religion. It's all a scam and a pathetic cover-up for crimes: christianity, judaism, islam (evil motherf*ckers), hinduism et al are jokes.
It's really difficult to believe any rational, thinking human cannot discern what organized religion is really all about: The Crusades, The Inquisition, The War of The Roses, The 100 Years War, The Jihad, IRA, protestants v catholics, jews v arabs ... and all the other horrors and atrocities which have been committed in the name of GOD. Organized Religion is all about domination, enslavement, pillage, plunder and Killing to achieve that stated goal. Without organized religion, the Earth would have been a much better place to exist.
Want to see what subhuman liberal garbage can do with a few million taxpayer bucks? Visit the trash morons at Prison Issues Desk, a shit-for-brains dodge for liberal filth wimps. These scumbags need to die along with the prisoners. How the f*cking hell can anyone as scummy as this moron bleat and plead for murderers, robbers, rapists and molesters, without being one himself? Check this liberal moron's picture out. Ain't he a sweetie for trying to get murderers out of prison? Needs summary execution, doesn't he? Yep, you bet.
I've read about the two US Embassy bombing stories for over 2 weeks. There's only one scumbag who could pull it off. As The Company used to say, terminate with extreme prejudice. No trial, just a quick execution.
It's a suicide mission, but there are many who would love to whack thousands, if not millions of towel headed scum and blow the evil, false, dogshit islam religion back into the gutter where it belongs. Those scum need Killing in the worst way.
Since the slimy islamic filth really believe it's a privilege to die for the shit-for-brains allah scumbag, let's help those towelheads toward their ultimate goal. Skip the planes; use thermonuclear weapons and vaporize the islamic garbage.
This is why I've ranted against organized religion for years: all are false and all claim to do their evil deeds in the name of their so-called god, or whatever. It's been that way since religion was invented and organized to control the masses.
These are the worst and deserve to be executed without any trial. There isn't a path to peace as long as the murdering, cowardly scum still live. Time to track down and whack this garbage.
Sad State of Affairs.
Although I personally dislike the Clintonites for what they have done in the past 6.5 years, it's difficult to acknowledge what he and the liberal scum have done to
damage The Presidency for generations to come. This mess certainly
isn't the first to occur in The White House, but it may be the worst.
The American Public still doesn't care as long as their pockets are full of cash. The state of moral decay is advancing at a rapid rate with the lib-dems' so what? attitude.
The crafting of carefully-worded stories instead of the truth bothers me. What's wrong with the truth? Why carefully-crafted stories? Seven months ago, the truth would have avoided all this national agony. Was he that stupid that he thought it would all blow over? His family knows the truth, despite his lies. And so does the American Public.
This behavior is typical of Clinton's history and reflects a continuing character gap which all who elected (not me, either time) him knew about and accepted.
It's not so much what he did, although that's morally reprehensible, it's more what he didn't to to fix it which bothers me. To outright lie, deny and stonewall for seven months and force the Nation to go through all this shit and expense is unforgivable. All he feels is a little embarrassment? Utterly unforgivable, no matter what act(s) of contrition are proposed. Except suicide; that would absolve Clinton. But that's probably not one of the choices on his plate today before the Grand Jury testimony tomorrow. Pity.
Which lie will he tell? Whatever one suits him best and gets his sorry, redneck, lowlife ass out of the mess. Sex is sex is sex is sex. Tough to split hairs on that definition, especially pubic hairs.
Hitlery is taking it well, doncha think?
Some liberals got really fed up and lost it completely. Next time, give him a larger, sharper, better knife so he doesn't botch the job.
Giant Sucking Sound.
Monday, 10pm EST. No, this time not from Monica. Bubba
says whoops! and blames Judge Starr for the whole problem. Just amazing. It angers me that the Clinton idiot would waste my valuable time, as well as the Nation's precious time, on something as exculpatory as this 4 minute chit-chat. The liberal democrats gasped at his quasi-admission; the rest of the world was surprised at his omissions of the facts.
What is there left to say about what he said and didn't say? Vintage Clinton: lie and blame someone else for his problems. It's just so f*cking amazing that all his allies, cronies and supporters can't see the truth about him. His 28 year political history is as readable as a book. He's a liar, cheat, liar, philanderer, adulterer, liar, scumbag, lowlife, liar and degenerate. Did I mention liar? I didn't vote for the immoral moron either time.
Even with all the omissions and lies, Bubba's
ratings have gone up. Go figure.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world laughs at the pathetic spectacle. Sure, the sex part is no big deal and wholly accountable to Clinton's semi-lesbian wife, Hitlery, but it merely again shows him as a philanderer. Most of the rest of the world is amoral when it comes to perjury and wholesale lying to their respective Nation's people. That's why they're in the mess they're always in with communism, socialism and other degenerate forms of quasi-governments.
In case the shit-for-brains Clinton thought he ended it all with that pathetic 4 minute bleating on Monday evening, he didn't. It's a long way from over. There's a lot worse ahead for all of us.
Read about the f*cked up mind of Hitlery and marvel that the bitch hasn't castrated Bubba yet. She's got an arrangement with Billy-Bob-Boy to get her into power; in trade she'll overlook his whoring around with all stripes and classes of sluts. Her protests to the contrary, it's got to hurt and especially embarrass her. She's getting more than she bargained for, apparently.
In sum: no one except Bill Clinton is to blame for his predicament. He and he alone brought this entire mess upon the Nation and himself. His dumb bitch wife Hitlery can't seem to understand that. She still believes the
vast right wing conspiracy and those hating Arkansans tried to do him in. She'll use any excuse to blame someone else for Bubba's major character flaws, and almost complete lack of character. What an ignorant bitch. The entire Clinton family is without ethics, morals or scruples. Scum, all.
After Clinton lied again to the American Public, this disgraced man and his embarrassed wife and pathetic daughter flew to Martha's Barnyard (aka Vineyard) where hundreds of liberal lowlife scum were waiting to receive him, an obvious PR ploy by shell-shocked, White House spin-meisters.
After all the facts about perjury, suborning of perjury and obstruction of justice are in, Clinton will be impeached inside of 14 weeks.
The Bill of No Rights.
The following was written by State Representative Mitchell Kaye
from Cobb County, GA. Thanks for sending it in, Sgt Tim, USAF!
"We, the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to
help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid any
more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior and secure
the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our
great-great-great grandchildren, hereby try one more chance to ordain and
establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny,
guilt-ridden, delusional and other liberal bedwetters.
We hold these truths to be self-evident: that a whole lot of
people were confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim that they
require a Bill of No Rights."
ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen
TV or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally
acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended.
This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -
Not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a
different opinion, etc., but the world is full of idiots, and probably
always will be.
ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If
you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not
expect the manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently
ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing.
Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly
help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing
generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve
nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional
ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That
would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not
interested in health care.
ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other
people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim or whack someone, don't
be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric
ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of
others. If you rob, cheat or coerce away the goods or services of other
citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you
away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big-screen
color TV or a life of leisure.
ARTICLE VIII: You don't have the right to demand that our
children risk their lives in foreign wars to soothe your aching
conscience. We hate oppressive governments and won't lift a finger to
stop you from going to fight if you'd like. However, we do not enjoy
parenting the entire world and do not want to spend so much of our time
battling each and every little tyrant with a military uniform and a
ARTICLE IX: You don't have the right to a job. All of us sure
want all of you to have one, and will gladly help you along in hard
times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of
education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself
ARTICLE X: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an
American means that you have the right to pursue happiness - which by
the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an overabundance of
idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of
And Then There Was One.
David Ogilvy, legendary adman (Hathaway shirts et al) of the 50s and 60s, used to say, Every evening at 5pm, my inventory goes down the elevator. He was, of course referring to his people's brains and creativity; there's little else in the ad business which could be considered assets.
So it is with my Garden Center & Nursery; this week I lose an entire 4-man crew. I'm now down to the 5-man A Team for the balance of '98.
Since we're booked up for this year and into Spring '99, we'll get by just fine, albeit a little slower than we're used to moving. I'm running help wanted notices on The Weather Channel on a weekly basis, but the economy's still too good; no one is looking for work. Many look for jobs; few look for real work.
One bright spot here this season is Lynn, my Executive assistant, who kicks ass and keeps things running smoothly here for me. She's taken a tremendous load of detail work off my back and gets it all done. A former customer and now trusted employee, Lynn and her amazingly-talented daughter, Jessica are most welcomed additions to the Garden Center & Nursery Staff. Jessica, a long distance runner and aspiring FBI Director (hell, she could replace Janet Reno right now!), works in the Potting House and is a virtual one-person operation, she's so fast. Both make me look good.
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