A Rental Kia, Sweet Tea, Waffles and Fried Chicken:
Thought of the Day:
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
G. K. Chesterton
(I was once a successful real-estate agent in the Low Country of South by God Carolina, well known for my guerrilla marketing strategies )
Carolina’s calling:
Man, it’s been 100 plus for weeks. I miss South Carolina; at least there nature had the decency so that if it was damn hot, there was an ocean nearby. Here I am stuck in the world’s largest beach. Dry heat my ass. Shit, I miss Bike Week, esp. Black Bike week and SOS.
Lunch Today:
On the plus side I found this joint today, it made what has been a shitty week all the more better. http://forums.egullet.org/index.php?showtopic=72127
My Neighbors are Fighting:
The Indian’s-Native Americans-First Nation (whatever is your PC term of choice) are building a new casino in the desert across the street from me. This, of course has all the white people around here really pissed off. You see they are not subject to zoning or any of that shit. The “Neighborhood Protection Committee” (sounds kind of like Orwell meets the KKK) came to my door tonight and asked me to sign a petition to stop those savages.
I kindly corrected them, this is not a neighborhood, it’s a fucking subdivision on the edge of nowhere, people are far from neighborly. Hell, they are all from LA, need I say more?
I told them that the way I see it the white man has been fucking them hard for the past 200 plus years, it’s about time they got a little bit of a reach around. Fuck the white man.
Then I told them that if they didn’t get out of my driveway I was going to turn the hounds on them and go throw some crazy ass Billy Jack moves on their old shriveled tight white asses.
You don’t fuck with an Amish-Irish-Melungeon who is actively self-medicating injuries due to a text messaging yuppie behind the wheel of a well armored Hummer. The only thing that is pissing me off, is that all the heavy equipment they are running across the street on the Reservation is kicking up a fuck load of dust, which of course is actively turning my pond into a mud-hole.
Today’s Bill:
"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
From The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)
Quote of the Day:
Fervor is the weapon of choice for the impotent.
Frantz Fanon
I remain your midnight sun in these trying times:
JQP esq.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
G. K. Chesterton
(I was once a successful real-estate agent in the Low Country of South by God Carolina, well known for my guerrilla marketing strategies )
Carolina’s calling:
Man, it’s been 100 plus for weeks. I miss South Carolina; at least there nature had the decency so that if it was damn hot, there was an ocean nearby. Here I am stuck in the world’s largest beach. Dry heat my ass. Shit, I miss Bike Week, esp. Black Bike week and SOS.
Lunch Today:
On the plus side I found this joint today, it made what has been a shitty week all the more better. http://forums.egullet.org/index.php?showtopic=72127
My Neighbors are Fighting:
The Indian’s-Native Americans-First Nation (whatever is your PC term of choice) are building a new casino in the desert across the street from me. This, of course has all the white people around here really pissed off. You see they are not subject to zoning or any of that shit. The “Neighborhood Protection Committee” (sounds kind of like Orwell meets the KKK) came to my door tonight and asked me to sign a petition to stop those savages.
I kindly corrected them, this is not a neighborhood, it’s a fucking subdivision on the edge of nowhere, people are far from neighborly. Hell, they are all from LA, need I say more?
I told them that the way I see it the white man has been fucking them hard for the past 200 plus years, it’s about time they got a little bit of a reach around. Fuck the white man.
Then I told them that if they didn’t get out of my driveway I was going to turn the hounds on them and go throw some crazy ass Billy Jack moves on their old shriveled tight white asses.
You don’t fuck with an Amish-Irish-Melungeon who is actively self-medicating injuries due to a text messaging yuppie behind the wheel of a well armored Hummer. The only thing that is pissing me off, is that all the heavy equipment they are running across the street on the Reservation is kicking up a fuck load of dust, which of course is actively turning my pond into a mud-hole.
Today’s Bill:
"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
From The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)
Quote of the Day:
Fervor is the weapon of choice for the impotent.
Frantz Fanon
I remain your midnight sun in these trying times:
JQP esq.
posted by John Q. Public esq. at 4:20 PM
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