7-8-2007 Global blah-blahing

"My job -- as I see it -- is to change enough minds at the grass-roots level so that whoever is elected will make this the No. 1 issue. There are still 500 days between now and the election, and so I'm gonna concentrate on making sure that whoever the nominees are and whoever is elected will make this the top priority."--Al Gore on global warming

The top priority? Call this predictable coming from one of those purported to be leaning to the right, but “the top priority?”

Is this guy fu>ked in the head, or what?

The broad-minded humanitarian left keep telling us that millions are starving to death. They remind us that millions are dying of AIDS. They inform us that still countless millions do not have access to safe drinking water. They decry the fact that malaria has made a pronounced comeback and is again killing millions. (Thanks entirety to Silent Spring.) They wear their compassion on their sleeves for the millions trapped in the world’s many war zones. They assert that millions of American children go without breakfast and lunch and dinner, and do not have access to a quality education.

So what of them all of a sudden?

Sorry, but anti-capitalism is the religion du jour these days. Suck it up and take it like an effeminate man. We’ll get back to you just as soon as we do away with Mark’s car, Mark’s job and Mark’s disposable income and have him living in a dung-powered grass hut.

As for Live Earth itself, it was, as concerts go, boring. Somebody on the internet referred to it as “global yawning,” which it was. More like, global blah-blahing it was. That is to say, if the result was a collective yawn, then the cause was the relentless blah, blah, blahing. It was undermined by under-whelming ticket sales. Due to a lack of interest, some venues had to be changed, one event was cancelled outright and many of the seats in the far-flung stadiums where it was staged were filled through promotional giveaways. For those of you on the left, that would be free tickets. You know, free. The staple of all things progressive. Um, all things income redistribution. All things inherently counterproductive.

During a studio segment, some guy was pitching bicycles made from recycled tofu, or some such ridiculous thing. As if, after Al Gore’s self-aggrandizing version of Woodstock (Not!), everyone the entire Earth over would suddenly turn their automobiles into storage sheds and commute by bicycle from here on out. That’s as ludicrous as it is a waste of perfectly usable hot air. A “Yeah, that’ll frickin’ happen!” moment. Bicycles? Get real.

The musical acts were half-decent, but their performances were not necessarily riveting. In fact, they were uninspired, uninspiring, and they quickly got me to wondering why. I mean, if the Earth is but five years from damn near total destruction, why the humdrum, going through the motions three chord progressions? Why the clear lack of emotion? Why no getting the phlegm up? No seminal moments. No awe-inspiring images sure to be replayed down through the ages. In my mind, we were treated to the usual fairground circuit performances sprinkled with some faux-concern when you consider that a bunch of washed-up musical acts were being offered a worldwide audience.

So, in the end, everybody repacked the chartered buses, the chartered jets, the chartered helicopters and went home. And every one of them would freak out if they arrived back at home only to find the central air on the fritz.

The two-faced concert-goers and the sanctimonious concert promoters, with a beer in one hand and a hamburger in the other, dissimulated the sketchy “facts,” preached at me about how to better live my new life in a cave and demonstrated to me how completely easy it is to take one’s world view and beat it over everyone else’s head until they finally get with the unsubstantiated program.

Crappola, I think they call it.

And what are the Democrats proposing to slow the supposedly frightening advance of global warming?

Why, tax it, of course.

There is a perfidiousness to this entire cult-like movement that cannot, and should not be denied no matter what your political orthodoxy. If the entire Earth is really set to overheat anytime soon, I say we have Reverend Al Gore get on with the dispensing of the holy purple Kool-Aid right away. Sugar-free, that is.

I think it’s probably long overdue.

I see the radio talk show hosts and some local internet pundits are filled with glee with the news that the DA’s office was forced to drop homicide and other related charges against two illegal immigrants accused of shooting a Hazleton man to death last year.

It goes like this: Lou Barletta is a Republican and it is rumored he has designs on some higher office. So, he needs to be attacked, savaged at every turn. He cannot be allowed to garner support and then knock off our ineffective Democrat congressman, Paul Kanjorski. Nope, law and order places a distant second to hapless partisanship.

People, when your party wins in the short run, but the country loses in the long run, what is there really to celebrate? When you are in a celebratory mood after two murderers of any stripe are allowed to walk, you’re not a part of the solution, you’re a major part of the beginning of the end.

From The Standard-Speaker:

Deported and unreliable witnesses sink Kichline murder case

“I have no idea why (Cabrera and Romero) shot Derek Kichline, but I know one of them is the shooter,” Vough said. “We just can’t physically prove that.”

Now, I know the left-leaning cannot and will not debate the illegal immigration issue. No, these days, you’re either all-inclusive no matter what, or you’re labeled a racist, bigot and suchlike. No debate is allowed, only name-calling. You’re either willing to bend over and grab them, or you’re a hateful bastard on par with every member of Hitler’s vicious inner circle. But I have an eye-popping newsflash for those of you so easily-led, so easily-duped and so intellectually threadbare; that’s poppycock.

I see this particular murder case not as a loss for Lou Barletta, but a loss for every single one of us. After committing a murder, if all that the illegal aliens have to do is lie, obfuscate, stonewall and recant their testimony and have it result in a deportation, not a one of us worthless gringos will be safe when we happen to arrive at the wrong place at the wrong time.

So, laugh at Lou Barletta, mock his supporters far and wide, be confident in your self-awarded superiority, embrace the newest on the block with open arms and then cross your fingers, toes, ponytails, love beads and roach clips. And with any luck at all, you won’t get shot to death. Because if it’s his completely easy to beat a murder rap in Amerika, murder rates are destined to soar.

Yuk it up, dummies.

More positive news for Wilkes-Barre.

W-B business district service near

Vonderheid said he expects in the next two weeks to announce a developer for residential quarters on the upper floors of the theater block. He described the firm as “an experienced loft developer with experience in small cities in Pennsylvania.”

Also, the chamber has received a letter of intent for development of a restaurant in a 5,000- square-foot space next to the movie entrance. Vonderheid said the potential tenant is someone with local restaurant experience who could have the spot ready to open within four to six months.

Don’t worry, Steve “I am a Mexican!” Corbett will find a way to paint that as bad news. Hmmm…two stabbings in Scranton in recent days. He’ll certainly gloss right over that.

From the e-mail inbox Dear Underwear Blogger:

You said, “Despite all that I am, and all that I am not, I guess I will forever be known as the guy who allegedly blogs in his underwear.”

I know the feeling. When my radio program for the visually impaired had its 30th anniversary, the CV and 28 did stories on me. Unfortunately, they both found out that I don’t wear shoes when I do radio.

That quickly changed the tenor of the interviews. In their obsession to find a new angle for a story that didn’t need an angle, they both fixated on my no-shoes style of broadcasting. I kept pleading with them to forget about the shoes and concentrate on the futhermucking basic story: For the past thirty years, I have run a radio reading service for the visually impaired, elderly and homebound.

It’s radio, dimwits; what I wear doesn’t matter. It’s what comes out of the speaker that matters. What part of “Tom and his staff make a difference every day” don’t you understand?

Today's thought:
Don't do anything that will scandalize the children or stampede the cattle.
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WILKES-BARRE – It's just after noon and Mark Cour has newspapers strewn on the floor around his bare feet. There's an ashtray full of cigarette butts near his computer monitor and a can of Genny Light beer set on a coaster.

Bloggers have been called the pajama media – lobbing opinions into the blogosphere from their living rooms doesn't necessarily require a person to put on pants.

Cour, in fitting fashion, is wearing a black tank top and what appear to be boxer shorts.

That’s what annoyed wifey to no end. But what got me annoyed was the following:

A moustache and glasses cover much of his face, and Cour is jumpy, even in his own living room. Yet he exudes an intelligence and an unshakable sense that he knows what's going on and he knows exactly what he thinks about it.

Trust me, our conservation was very technical in nature. It had a lot to do with where the city’s finances actually come from, which ones can be used for this, and which ones cannot. I was spouting off with oodles and oodles specific information that only a handful of our residents are privy to, or even care to know about. And what did that add up to? He seems to believe he knows what he’s talking about?


Truth be told, I write drunk, naked and with under-aged girls sitting on my lap.

Now we know.

From the e-mail inbox Hi Mark,

This evening my oldest one related to me that two guys were on the porch of their residents a few houses across the street down the road a bit blowing kisses at her and her friend while sitting on the wall in front of our home. They were sitting on the wall waiting for some friends to return. The children on the wall aged between 12-13 years. The guys on the porch ranged between 40-50 years old.

When I was approached with this information I was sitting in the parlor watching TV. Needles to say my first instinct was to go down the street and smother the two idiots with bruises. I was really hitting the roof after hearing this after working all day. A bit about the two neo alcoholic bastards who appeared out of no where, from out of state. It seems our loving Wilkes-Barre is turning into a big city hooch neighborhood. Attracting much of the unwanted scruff from out of the area. when I went outside to see who they were they noticed me pointing at them with my oldest standing next to me. Of course you know what happened next... the two ran in the house and shut the door. (Does that show guilt, do ya think so?)

But I handled the situation in an adult manor, I called the police. At first I hesitated. Maybe it was nothing. Am I getting nervous over something stupid? HELL NO! Here we have two scruffy looking guys, don't speak a lick of English making smooch jesters at the children. Here’s the point of why I am relating this incident…

When I called 911, with-in three to five minutes four cruisers pulled up at the rear of my property. FOUR CARS! Can you believe this? Talk about response. I had seven police officers and one intern at the rear of my house to file a complaint and to have these guys checked out to see why they were acting the way they did towards 12-13 year old children. Let me say… the officers who arrived were, concerned, professional, and eager to hear what I had to say.

If anyone and I mean anyone has anything rotten to say about Wilkes-Barre Police and they way they respond to calls needs to experience a problem and see the professionalism that these guys have to offer. They take their job very serious. You know what the old saying is… the team is only as good as their leader.

Thank you Mr. Mayor and Thank you Chief!

I think that one speaks for itself.

And I wholeheartedly agree.

From the e-mail inbox Call for Photos of the Susquehanna Greenway

As you are out and about this summer, please keep the Susquehanna Greenway in mind. We are in need of high resolution photos of different regions of the Susquehanna Greenway that depict the following:

Diverse people (all ages, abilities, and ethnicities) engaged in activities: hiking, biking, hang gliding, canoeing, kayaking, trail running, walking in parks or on trails, birding, wildlife viewing, trial building, having picnics, etc.

Scenery: wildlife, landscapes along the river and tributaries, forests, farmland and open space within a few miles of the Susquehanna

River town scenes: taken from the river toward the town, from town looking to the river, downtown areas, Main Streets, shops, town parks, parades, river fests, etc.

We plan to use these photos on our website (low resolution is okay), but we also need some high resolution photos (3 MB+) that can be blown up on displays, or used in print publications. These photos will be used to help us achieve our Mission: The Susquehanna Greenway Partnership is dedicated to developing and sustaining the Susquehanna Greenway to connect communities and enrich lives through enhanced recreation, healthy living, economic prosperity and environmental stewardship.

We are a nonprofit organization with a small budget, so we would prefer to have photos donated for use in exchange for photo credit. However, we may be able to purchase a few exceptional photos, at reasonable prices. If you know of photographers, professional or amateurs, that are willing to support our efforts by donating their work, please forward this e-mail on to them. I will be glad to speak with them directly, or, as a follow-up to you. Please let me know if you have any questions.

Thank you!

Trish Carothers
Development Officer
Susquehanna Greenway Partnership
201 Furnace Road
Lewisburg, PA 17837


Pics, people.

Send them along.

M.E. Space, you gettin’ this?

From the e-mail inbox

Pardons Granted by President Clinton

Yeah, but Bush ate my children!

I see my partner in electronic crime thinks I’m, as he put it, “losing his enthusiasm” for writing on the internet. Well, that’s a part of it, I suppose.

They call me a blogger, but bloggers typically blog in increments of a hundred words or so, if that. My site is much more freestyle than that, and always has been. When I fire-up the processor, 2,000, 3,000 and sometimes 4,000 words quickly follow. I’ve considered switching to a “blogging for dummies” format, in which fifty words, a cut, copy and paste, plus a single picture counts as a post. But, for whatever reason, that doesn’t appeal to me. And if I did switch formats, I seriously doubt that I could limit myself to that, so a page per post would likely result. And that’s what I’m doing now, a page for every post.

Other reasons for my lack of prolificacy of late are my job, my contentment with the way things are going in my city and the recent passing of my brother. Where I’ve been is, would I rather spend time with the people on the internet, or the people that comprise my immediate family?

Sorry, but you folks on the internet come in a distant second. Which doesn’t mean I don’t love you all, albeit, in a different way. It’s just that life’s too short to be ranting, railing and venting all the time.

When I’ve got something to say, I’ll let ‘er rip. It’s just that I’m not going out of my way to find something to say.

With that said, if anyone wants to post their thoughts here, even a lengthy what have you, send them along with a real name and a valid e-mail address.