Council put it through and the former mayor didn't want it. We're out there to protect the safety of the city's residents. Property will now be maintained.--Mayor Leighton
Let's ignore the law in San Francisco
Rosie O'Donnell will be jiggling there
If you come to San Francisco
Two of a kind can be a pair
Rosie O'BlabberMouth. Why the hell not? Turn the parade into a complete circus. Ya' gotta love this celebrity know-it-all. She doesn't think that I, or anyone else for that matter, should be allowed to own a firearm. We've got to make our society safer for her and her armed bodyguard. But when anarchy comes to town, she jumps right on the lawless band wagon. Laws and public safety should be imposed upon us ignorant nobodies, but not the pompous celebrities. Have another dozen Twinkies, blowhard.
After reading the Leader this morning, I have come to the conclusion that drug abuse in this area is much more rampant than previously realized.
Forget the movies. It may be time for Jesus to intercede before it's too late. What in the funk is that? A group of teachers from the Plains/Solomon K-9 Educational Penal Colony can afford to purchase a 114,900 square foot retail outlet? Are we mixing corrosive solvents into our hashish these days?
I know. I know. I shouldn't get worked up over anything in the SAYSO column, it's just that I have never seen anything so completely loony appear there before. What happened to the mayor sucks? Or Jake has six incomes? Or Skrep yells too much? Todd is the first successfully cloned commissioner? Nudie Bar 101? I don't know what some of us are snorting these days, but I want in.
Forget the council meetings. I caught some video of the school board types being stared down by the charter school types and I think that when the big vote goes down tomorrow, that's a meeting where weapons should be banned. You know damned well that those charter school proposals are going to be rejected by the school board. And then the anger and frustration will flow forth. Either skip that meeting entirely, or keep your head down.
Wayo! We've got a liberal down! Liberal down!
Check this out. The author said to feel free to cut, copy, and paste his words. I'll bet you won't hear this mentioned on the big three television news outlets, or the Commie News Network.
My wife had rotator cuff surgery earlier this year, and the recovery is terribly painful. Then, she developed a staph-epi infection, and they had to cut the same scar open and operate on her again. Just thinking about the pain and anxiety of facing that painful surgery a second time in the same wound, makes me cringe. That experience, however pales in comparison to what I am going through right now, in my heart.
The old hurts are surfacing and the feelings of betrayal by fellow citizens, and their leader stirring them up, are breaking my heart again. I am being cut in the same scar. How did we who served in Vietnam suddenly become cold-blooded killers, torturers, and rapists, of the ilk of the Nazi SS or the Taliban? Most of us were American soldiers who grew up idolizing John Wayne, Roy Rogers, and all the other heroes. That was why I volunteered. But for political expediency, John Kerry has rewritten history, again. After spending only four months in the country of Vietnam, John Kerry testified before Congress in 1971 with these exact words about incidents he supposedly witnessed or heard about from other vets: “They personally raped, cut off ears, cut off heads, taped wires from portable telephones to human genitals and turned up the power, cut off limbs, blown up bodies, randomly shot at civilians, razed villages, shot cattle and dogs for fun, poisoned food stocks, and generally ravaged the countryside of South Vietnam."
I was a green beret officer who volunteered for duty in Vietnam and fought in the thick of it in 1968 and 1969 on a Special Forces A-team on the Ho Chi Minh Trail, just for starters. We were the elite. We saw the most action. Everybody in the world knows that. But we did not just kill people, we built a church, a school, treated illnesses, passed out soap, food, and clothing, and had fun and loving interaction with the indigenous people of Vietnam, just like our boys did in Normandy, Baghdad, Saigon, and everywhere American soldiers ever served. We all gave away our candy bars and rations to kids. Our hearts to oppressed people all over the globe.
My children and grandchildren could read your words, and think those horrendous things about me, Mr. Kerry. You are a bold-faced, unprincipled liar, and a disgrace, and you have dishonored me and all my fellow Vietnam veterans. Sure, there were a couple bad-apples, but I saw none, and I saw it all, and if I did, as an army officer, it was my obligation to stop it, or at the very least report it. Why is there not a single record anywhere of you ever reporting any incidents like this or having the perpetrators arrested? The answer is simple. You are a liar. Your medals and mine are not a free pass for lifetime, Senator Kerry, to bypass character, integrity, and morality. I earn my green beret over and over daily in all aspects of my life.
Eight National Guard green berets, and other National Guard soldiers, have been killed in Iraq and Afghanistan, and you totally dishonored their widows and families by lumping National Guard service in with being a draft-dodger, conscientious objector, and deserter, just so you can try to sabotage the patriotism of our President who proudly served as an Air National Guard jet pilot. I have a son earning his green beret at Fort Bragg right now, and his wife serves honorably in the Air National Guard, just like President Bush did, and I am as proud of her as I am my son. I volunteered for Vietnam and have no problem whatsoever with President Bush being our Commander-In-Chief. In fact, I am proud of him as our leader.
John Kerry, you personally derailed the Vietnam Human Rights Bill, HR2883, in 2001, after it had passed the House by a 411 to 1 vote, and thousands of pro-American Montagnard tribespeople in Vietnam died since then who could have been saved, by you. Earlier, as Chair of the Senate Select Committee on MIA/POW Affairs, you personally quashed the efforts of any and all veterans to report sightings of living POW’s, when you held those reins in Congress. You have fought tooth and nail to push for the US to normalize relations with Vietnam for years. Why, Mr. Kerry? Simple, your first cousin C. Stewart Forbes, CEO, of Colliers International, recently signed a contract with Hanoi, worth BILLIONS of dollars for Collier’s International to become the exclusive real estate representative for the country of Vietnam.
“Hanoi John,” now that it works for you, you beat your chest about your Vietnam service, but to me, you are a phony, opportunistic, hypocrite. You are one of those politicians that is like a fertilizer machine: all that comes out of you is horse manure, and you are spreading it everywhere.
Medals do not make a man. Morals do.
Canon City, Colorado
Don Bendell served as an officer in four Special Forces Groups, is a best-selling author with over 1,500,000 copies of his books in print worldwide, a 1995 inductee into the International Karate Hall of Fame, and owns karate schools in southern Colorado.
As part of the city's aggressive pursuit of revenue sources, parking enforcement is now a revenue generator, rather than the wishful thinking sham that it had become. During the past couple of years, the City issued parking tickets, but did nothing if the tickets were not paid. All of that is about to change. Here's what the King's kiddies think about that. W-B cracking down on parking
With only seconds left on the clock, Jim McCarthy gets crushed into the boards, but he whirls and steals the puck. As he approaches his own blue line, he cleverly passes the puck off of the boards and back to himself as he deftly sidesteps two on-rushing defenders. He glides unopposed through the center ice zone, crosses the blue line, and winds up for a slapshot. He shoots. He scores!!! Wilkes-Barre wins in overtime! Do you believe in miracles?
The final score from the Blaum Dome: Residents 2-Slumlords 1. Stay tuned for "My same-sex fiancee is a big fat, obnoxious O'BlabberMouth."
Those of you that warned me that Tom Leighton would never dare to muck about with his buddies in the realty business are gonna have to dream up some new angle to hack his ya-ya's. Heyna? Feeling pretty stupid right about now?
Davis Place may have a future afterall. Maybe even Meyers Court. Provided that politics doesn't pervade the entire program. If Jose Muckirrez from Brooklyn is going to be forced to maintain his properties, so should the local folks with the much more recognizable names. If the dilapidated shed on my street should be forced to meet the wrecking ball, so should that sprawling nightmare of a property on Courtright Avenue. The names of the owners shouldn't matter to our inspectors, only the condition of the properties should. If we do this and do it right-everybody benefits. At least, everyone that still resides within the city's confines.
And I don't want to hear anymore whining from the folks in the realty field. Gee whiz! We try to maintain our properties, but the folks we rent to are destructive sumbitches. Bummer, dude. Screen 'em much, much better, visit the properties once in a while, and raise your standards. And if they smash all of the windows, urinate on the carpets, and paint Neo-Nazi images on all of the walls-evict 'em, fix the place, and start all over. That's all a part of the cost of doing business.
Use some of that security deposit money you've been screwing the decent tenants out of for years on end.
From the Voice:
(Kathy) Kane said the city plans to hire more building inspectors to help enforce the law.
The electrical impulses bouncing from one side of my skull to the other are telling me that's money extremely well spent.
Jim McCarthy? You out there? Ya' done good. Real good! Now you gotta dump and chase 'em into submission. Sharpen those skates.
I was glued to the video advertising box last night. The cable news channels were wall-to-wall "Mel Gibson sucks" orgies. I've never seen anything like it before and I might never see anything like it again. It was astounding.
The movie was flawed. The costumes weren't right. It was historically inaccurate. It was too graphic. It was too violent. It was too bloody. It depicted Jews in an unfair light. The Romans were having way too much fun. It didn't help to spread Jesus' message. Not being a biblical scholar, I was flummoxed when some clergy dude starting yapping about a crow picking off some guys eye while being crucified.
Was a crow reported as having eaten an eyeball in the Bible? If so, I missed that part. Then again, I preferred Jesus Christ Superstar to the Bible anyway. If they set the Bible to some great rock music, I'd be known as Father Cour. What do I know about it all?
Last night had less to do about "The Passion of The Christ" as it did with the passion of the boobs that pretend to, or think they know Christ.
What's the buzz? Tell me what's happening. What's the buzz? Tell me what's happening.
Mel Gibson made a movie about Jesus Christ. Big whoop! Why all of the freak out sessions?
Are we concerned that the movie is so completely flawed, or are we much more concerned that folks that never found Jesus' message might now find it after seeing this movie? I suspect that the latter is causing the great majority of the freak outs. Don't tell me that a constitutional amendment banning Jesus from our collective conscienceness wouldn't gain widespread support in a country that seems poised and ready to legally recognize sexual deviancy as a wholesome and accepted way of life.
Despite the best attempts of my very religious mom and my devoutly religious grandma, I am not, nor will I ever be classified as a holy-roller. Maybe I'll regret that one day after some elected official runs me and the Rock Stomper over while out and about. Too late now, heyna?
It just seems to me that we've lost our way somehow. A person that professes his undying love of Christ is suddenly the biggest bad guy to ever emerge. And meanwhile, the folks that profess their love of anal penetration on the steps of City Hall in San Francisco try to rule by fiat and become our newest media darlings in the process.
What's that old line? Jesus is coming and Boy! is he pissed?
Right about now, I wouldn't blame him for being pissed.
And we wonder why they hate us.