Open Blog - Weekend

Have a great one.

Four for Fridays!

Sorry I am late with posting this I had to go to Whitewater this morning to get my daughter. Tomorrow we are going up north for the day to celebrate my mom's 80th birthday. I hope everyone is enjoying the nice weather we are having before the cold snap tomorrow.

1) Are you ready for the naughty S word?

2) What have you been doing since we have had this really nice weather?

3) When was the first time you seen any Christmas items out this year?

4) Can you believe it is only a month and a half way for Christmas?

I hope everyone gets out and enjoys the day.

Open Blog - Friday

"And we'll have fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away"

Top 10 Media Thursdays

Open Blog - Thursday

And my enemies, too.

Happy Birthdaay Charlie!

Happy 11th Birthday to my best buddy. I love you.

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my cream and coffee.  You are all the sugar I need.  My your lives be filled with ease.  And ego.  And idiocy.  It looks like temperatures take a dive on Friday and don't rebound for the foreseeable future.

Eek.  Winter is on the way.  Not a lot we can do about it, especially since Mother Nature's implosion.  Now is the time to grin and bear it.  Kick the old snow thrower awake, and get the little one going, too.  Don't forget the small power equipment, either.

Don't forget to get you vehicle winter ready.  Of course the vast majority of you will ignore this advice and instead your vehicles won't start or get into accidents.  It's natural selection.  Let the games begin!

The Irregular Football League's standings:

  

O my, the only one I'm above is Mr. OrbsCorbs,  which isn't saying much.  Nyuk-nyuk..

Our once omnipotent Green Bay Packers are rolling into a spin of losses.  All of the rest of the games on their roster are away games.  Damn.  People are beginning to lose faith.  Once that happens, nothing can stop their tail spin.  They're taking on the Washington Redskins this Sunday night.  Good luck, valiant warriors.

Happy Birthday, Charlie.  Take it easy on the special catnip that I gave you.  It's real creeper stuff.  One minute you're watching TV; the next minute, the TV is watching you.   

I read in the Journal Times online about the mayor's sputtering about Machinery Row and the new arena/hotel.  No one believes in him anymore.  Aw, poor mayor.  Your lies don't gain much  traction anymore.  You should regularly check Racine Community Media for YouTube videos of him lying through his teeth repeatedly, and then getting a little testy when an attorney tries to pressure him on a point involving his brother, Peter.  The most common thing you hear Dickert say is "I don't know."

It's funny how he says this repeatedly while giving a deposition, but he is a cocksure conman on the outside.  Won't someone please knock him on his ass?  Won't someone become the spokesperson  for the poor and the alienated?  Mr. Dickert seems to almost go out of his way to harass the most vulnerable in our community.  We need a white knight to save us and protect us from Dickert.  Won't someone please step up to the plate?

Please?

I love all of the JT Irregulars, past and present.  Your reading of my blogs seems to energize me.  I love it.  Keep it up, please.

Read, read, read: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

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Open Blog - Wednesday

Sign language?

"Heil to the Grief"

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek 6 hours ago

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, here I sit with a hard case of the heebie-jeebies wondering how soon after the inauguration of President Orange Circus Peanut will he shut down newspapers like the Shepherd and send the former employees off to enjoy a stint at some kind of re-education camp that will definitely not resemble a resort hotel except for those that feature canvas tents and open latrines. On the bright side, upon graduation I suppose I might be able to pick up some work helping to build that goddamn wall what the fock.

So, time for me to get my booze heels to be wandering over up by the Uptowner tavern/charm school and meet up with my campaign brain trust to figure out how my own candidacy tanked so spectacularly badly. Come along if you like, but you buy the first round. Let’s get going.

Little Jimmy Iodine: Anybody seen Artie lately?

Julius: Maybe Trump had him locked up already.

Ray: There you go. I just knew that a Trump presidency couldn’t be all bad.

Herbie: Take a gander at who he might stuff into his cabinet and it looks like those people did take back their country—too bad that country is Germany, 1938.

Emil: I don’t even want to go outdoors these days. As an old white guy, I know people look at me and think, “Bet that focker voted for Trump.” This guilt-by-association sucks.

Ernie: How the hell did this happen? Trump as leader of the free world is like tossing the car keys to your 8-year-old and telling him to run down to the 7-Eleven and pick up a pack of smokes for you.

Julius: A recent survey said 42% of the American public does not believe in evolutionary biology. There’s a piece of the focking puzzle for you, right there.

Herbie: Voter suppression, or voter elimination? Trump was right, the election was rigged. “Spasibo,” Vladimir Putin.

Ray: Trump makes Bill Clinton look like an altar boy. How many wives has this guy boffed? If I was a lady intern at the new White House, I’d sure as hell put “shop for chastity belt” on my to-do list.

Little Jimmy Iodine: Hey, Artie! Over here. Put a load on your keister.

Art: Hey gents. What do you hear, what do you know.

Ernie: Where you been, Artie?

Art: Sitting at home, waiting for the president-elect to call me about maybe filling an opening in his cabinet.

Ray: What, the liquor cabinet? I don’t know about filling it, Artie, but you’d be the man to empty it, for sure.

Julius: You’d be better off calling Ted Thompson about the Packers’ head coaching job. Pays a hell of a lot more than secretary of what-the-fock.

Emil: Yeah, those Packers. Do they suck or what?

Art: No. I’ll tell you what sucks. What sucks are the knobs who piss and moan about how the Packers suck.

Ernie: Up yours, Artie. The fans got rights to complain if they focking feel like it.

Art: Fock the fan and his rights. Let me tell you this: To get shit-faced in the tavern and bitch about stuff you don’t know a damn thing about is easy; but to explode your knee seven days a week on the gridiron is hard.

Ernie: Did you watch the TV newscasts at night when the news people talked to all those fans in the taverns about how the Packers and their defense look so suck-butt?

Art: No, I did not watch the newscasts talk to any fans; but I did see them talk to a bunch of nitwit assholes whose biggest challenge in life is to get up out of bed at the same time five days a week in order to go to a crappy job of which chances are good a circus animal could perform just as satis-focking-factorily. But then somehow on football Sunday, nitwit fan asshole squeezes into a green item of outerwear with a “G” on it and miraculously transforms into some kind of strategic Knute Rockne rocket-pigskin scientist? Give me a break.

Julius: All I know is that up there by Green Bay, the times they are a-changin’, ain’a?

Emil: Didn’t somebody write a song about that once?

Herbie: Yeah, this Bob Dylan character. I saw this TV show, and somebody called him a visionary.

Emil: What the fock’s a visionary supposed to be?

Little Jimmy: That means somebody special who sees things that aren’t there.

Ray: Hey, after 15, 16 cocktails I see things that aren’t there too, so big focking deal.

(Hey, this is going late and I know you got to go, but thanks for letting us bend your ear, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.)

Read more: http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28764-heil-to-the-grief.htm

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Open Blog - Tuesday

Me, neither.

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