Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my lovely ladies and gentlemen, and everything in between!  How are you?  I'm already done with the holidays, and the biggest one is yet to come.  Perhaps Señor Zanza will see fit to finance a holiday meal on Christmas.  If not, then I'm making some totally unrelated foods.  I'll call it my melting pot meal.  If you don't like it, move on.  There will be millions of turkeys being cooked.  And millions of hams.  Hmm.  Maybe I'll make roast beef for Christmas...

We've just had a blast of pleasant weather, but "they" say a temperature drop starts tonight.  We should see more rain and even some snow in the next couple of weeks.  "They" get paid, whether right or wrong.  I wish I had a job like that, where you get paid even if you're batting below 500.   Plus all the perquisites.  However, it's wrong to envy.  I started in childhood and never really stopped.  I've prayed over this thousands of time.  Still no results.

Here's the latest standings in the Irregular Football League:

How did I end up in 2nd to last place?  What kind of witchery is this?  I'll have a talk with my team and suggest that they try harder.  If not, heads will roll, literally.

Hurray!  The Green Bay Packers won one.  They defeated he Philadelphia Eagles, but they're still 5-6.  Beat the Houston Texans this Sunday, December 4, at noon, and their record will be tied.  You can do it, guys!  There's only five games left in the regular season.  Head for victory.  Blow by the Texans.  Onward, forward, and mush!  Show them the back of your hands and the heel of your boots.  Give 'em hell!

The holiday season has already taxed me out.  It wouldn't be bad if everyone believed in the Christmas Spirit.  But most people are in a rush to do holiday shopping, decorating, cooking, etc.  The only time I see the Christmas Spirit is when a family gathers for the holiday meal.  Otherwise, most of us are far too busy to even think of the Christmas Spirit.  We're a nation of liars, playing all that music and singing/talking about tradition and love when our only intention is to get through the mess as soon as possible.  That's the difference between Christmas and Xmas.  I hope you enjoy the season whatever your intentions are.  

It appears that Mr. President-Elect Donald Trump has toned down his rhetoric and is acting much more responsibly than he did during the presidential campaign.  I don't know if that was his plan all along: appeal to the baser instincts of the electorate to get elected, but then doing the job much more responsibly.  I hope so.  Our nation needs to heal.  Otherwise, I fear for our future.

Locally, Mr. Mayor Lying John continues to waste precious tax dollars on pie-in-the-sky real estate schemes.  He has lent out millions of our dollars to his cronies with nothing to show for it.  Taxpayers are repeatedly raped in Racine.  Until we stand up to the corruption in city government, it will just continue.  So far, it appears that nothing will be done about it.  Mr. Mayor Lying John will never be brought to justice.  It's so depressing.

Don't let my bad mood infect you.  Enjoy the holidays.  Why?  Because I love you.  I love all of my readers and wish you the best for the holidays. 

Looking for the truth? Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

During the holiday rush, don't forget to take time out for you.  Sit down with a cup of coffee and unwind.  Remember, you're the only one of you, so handle with care.  I love you all.

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Open Blog - Wednesday

And I say Good Stuff!

"Browsing the Ba-Ding! Boutique"

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek 2 hours ago

 

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh man manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, it’s now December and once again time to fling the doors open to Art’s Ba-ding! Boutique for those of you’s struck dumb by your Christmas shopping monetary obligations.
ABB is the shop that answers this question: Why not give everyone on your goddamn list the gift of laughter ’cause it’s a gift that won’t cost you a focking dime? You can then use those savings on a big ol’ bottle of holiday cheer all for yourself and drown your seasonal depression like a bag of cats over the bridge.

What follows are a couple, three items that may interest you. Feel free to stroll around the page and choose whatever catches your eye.

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Three ministers and their wives, Presbyterian, Southern Baptist and Methodist, are on a cruise. They all come down with severe food poisoning and croak. The next thing they know, they’re standing before St. Peter at the gates.

First in line is the Presbyterian and his wife. St. Peter shakes his head and says, “Sorry, can’t let you in. Yes, you were moral and upright, but you loved money too much. You loved it so much, you even married a woman named Penny.” St. Peter waves his hand, and bingo! Down the chute to Hell they go.

Second is the Southern Baptist couple. St. Peter says, “Sad to say, can’t let you in either. Sure, you abstained from liquor, dancing and cards, but you loved food too much. You loved food so much, you even married a woman named Candy!” St. Pete waves again, and boom! Down the chute go the Southern Baptists.

The Methodist turns to his wife and whispers nervously, “Doesn’t look too good, ain’a Fanny?” Ba-ding!

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This drunk at a nice holiday party asks the host, “Do you have green toilet paper that says ‘fock you’”? The host says, “‘Green toilet paper that says ‘fock you’? No, we don’t have that.” Drunk says, “Oh, sorry. Guess I must’ve wiped my ass with your parrot. Never mind.” Ba-ding!

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So this guy wakes up from surgery for a prostate this-or-that. Doctor enters the room to give the guy the report. Doctor says, “Well sir, I’ve got good news, and I’ve got bad news. The good news is that we were able to save your private parts.” Guy says, “That’s a relief, I tell you. So what’s the bad news?” Doctor says, “They’re under your pillow.” Ba-ding!

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A guy walks into a tavern and there’s a horse behind the bar serving drinks. The guy just stares at the horse, so the horse says, “Hey buddy, what’s the problem? You never seen a horse serving drinks before?” The guy replies, “No, it’s not that...it’s just that I never thought the parrot would sell this place.” Ba-ding!

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So this kid walks into his new classroom, and the teacher says, “Hello young man, and what is your name?” And the kid says, “Dickie Fockhower.” The teacher told him that she doesn’t allow that kind of language in her classroom. Dickie tells her again that his last name is really “Fockhower,” and that she can go ask his little brother in kindergarten to prove it. So the teacher tells her class to read chapter 4 while she goes to find Dickie’s little brother. She walks into a kindergarten class where the teacher had stepped out for a moment, and asks, “Hello, class. Is there a Fockhower in here?” One of the kids yells out, “Heck no! There’s not even a cookie break!” Ba-ding!

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Hey! Over here in the Kids Section: Guy goes to the dentist. Dentist checks the guy’s mouth and says, “These are the worst teeth I’ve ever seen. Do you ever floss?” Guy says, “Flossing’s a big pain in the butt.” Dentist says, “Then obviously you’re doing it wrong.” Ba-ding!

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In Jerusalem, a TV journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had gone to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time. So she went to the Wailing Wall to investigate and there he was. She watched him pray and when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.

“I’m Rebecca Smith from FOCKS News. Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?”

“Sixty years, I kid you not.”

“Sixty years. Incredible. And what is it you pray for?”

“I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the hatred to stop. I pray that our children grow up in safety and friendship.”

“And how do you feel after doing this for 60 years?”

“Like I’m talking to a focking wall.” Ba-ding!

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Okey-dokey, time to close up shop. Hope you found something you liked, you cheap bastards, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.


Read more:  http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28833-browsing-the-ba-ding_-boutique.html

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Open Blog - Tuesday

What a cutie. I agree: Have a great day!

We Need More Of These

Open Blog - Monday

The same to you all.

Open Blog - Weekend

Enjoy your weekend.

Four for Fridays!

I hope everyone has enjoyed their Thanksgiving and did not eat to much turkey. I am trying to recuperate from cooking dinner yesterday. Here are your questions for today

1) How was your Thanksgiving?

2) Did you get to spend Thanksgiving with family and friends?

3) How far did you have to drive to spend Thanksgiving with family and friends?

4) Are you going to do the Black Friday shopping?

I hope everyone has a great weekend 

Open Blog - Black Friday

Aren't you getting up at 4 AM to stand in a freezing line outside of a store?

Top 10 Media Thursdays

Open Blog - Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dear friends and enemies!  How are you?  Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day. How did we get here so fast?  Last week we had temperatures in the 60's.  This week it's been in the 30's.  I guess it really doesn't matter.  The important thing is getting together with family and friends for the Thanksgiving feast.  Are you the one doing the cooking this year, or does someone else have it?  It can be very stressful to coordinate a big meal.  Even a small one tests my patience.

What's really nice is that Señor Zanza provides the meal every year.  I don't know where he gets it, but it's delicious.  Señor Zanza turns out to have strange friends in strange places.  I don't question him, and he doesn't volunteer any information.  Señor Zanza says he wants to show his appreciation for his adopted homeland by providing the Thanksgiving meal.  That's fine by me.

Years ago, I was making the meal.  The turkey had one of those pop-up temperature gauges.  When it pops up, the turkey is done.  I put the turkey in the oven.  Twenty minutes later, the plastic gauge popped up.  Hmmm.

Here's the standings from the Irregular Football League:

Omg, I'm in last place.  If my team doesn't do better, I'm turning all of them into frogs.

Frogs is what the Packers have become.  Their spinning free fall continues with a loss to  the Washington Redskins.  Next, they face the Philadelphia Eagles on Monday, November 28, 7:30 pm, in Philadelphia.  Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Bah!  May the Packers find the help they need...

And may our nation find the help that it needs.  The election results so stunned me that I couldn't talk for three days.  I was expecting our first woman president.  Instead, we got Foghorn Leghorn.  He's never held any office, but he's the president-elect of the USA.  It goes to show you that hard work, perseverance, and a few billion dollars can buy you the presidency of the USA.

Uh, Electoral College, time for you to go.  It's just stupid to have the popular vote receiver not become the president.  Everyone goes crazy for months, campaigning and lying their way back and forth across the country.  There's the big hoopla of each parties' convention.  Then, finally, the popular vote.  Yes, she has the most votes, but the Electoral College decides that Dumbo will lead us.  WTF?  Why go through all that torturous campaigning when the Electoral College has the final say so?  What a load of crap.  It kinda discourages you from voting.  Why vote when the Electoral College decides who will be the next president?

On the local scene, things are as crazy as ever.  Now their talking about a new rehab of a building on Marquette Street.  More low income apartments.  Who wants to pay market rate for an apartment when someone with a low income can obtain the same apartment for a much lower rate?  And, of course, we still have the arena to deal with and Machinery Row.  There's so much federal money being slung around that nobody can track it.  "Just trust us," the current collections of thieves tells us.

Well, with all that negativity, I still wish you a Happy Thanksgiving.  Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my blog.  I love readers and visitors.  The more, the merrier.

When will we get our first real snowstorm?  Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

It's difficult at times ti deal with the cold and early darkness and gray skies.  If you're really bummed out, contact me and we'll party till the cows come home.  Of course, I don't have any cows, so it could be a long wait.  Thanks, again, for stopping by.  Don't get crushed in a Black Friday shopping throng.  I love you all!

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Open Blog - Wednesday

Word Up Everyday.

"Happy Thanksgiving"

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek Nov. 22, 2016

Related:  https://theshepstore.kostizi.com/

"Haley Reinhart, Casey Abrams - Baby, It's Cold Outside"

Open Blog - Tuesday

Have a great day.

Open Blog - Monday

Or maybe go back to sleep.

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

Please remember that I'll always love you.  Always.

As for donations, I didn't get a cent from you pikers.

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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.

Adobe Stock Images

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Over a Million and a Half Page Views

As I write this, the page views reads 1,501,652. Who'd ever think we'd get this far, this long? Congratulations to all the JTIs, past or present, alive or dead, and all of our readers. Thank you for making this blog what it is. Be proud. Pat yourself on the back. I wonder what the next 1,500,000 page views will bring?

R.I.P. - Leonard Cohen

"45 Rare Photos From The Past You've Probably Never Seen Before"

Open Blog - Mondsy

Go get 'em, tiger!

Open Blog - Weekend

I do "nuffin" pretty well, Thumper..

Happy Veterans Day!

I would like to say Happy Veterans Day. I would like to say thank you to all the men and women past, present and future that have served our country. I would also like to say thank you to all their families for the sacrifice that they have made also.

Four for Fridays!

Good morning everyone I hope you are staying warm on this nice cool day. It is Veterans Day today so I would like to take this time to thank all of the military people and their families. Here are your questions for this week.

1) Do you have any family members that are Veterans?

2) Do you have any friends that are Veterans?

3) Are you a Veteran?

4) Do you or are you going to any of the events for the Veterans?

Open Blog - Friday

Have a good one, folks.

Top 10 Media Thursdays

Open Blog - Thursday

"No Devolucion" means No Return.  Live every second to the fullest.

"Chelsea Girls: A Novel"

from Chelsea Girls: A Novel

LIGHT WARRIOR

"My name means Light Warrior when you bring it home to the present day through Latin and Gaelic. I am a significant person, maybe a saint, or larger than life. I hear that you judge a saint by her whole personality, not just her work. I’m beginning to see my work as my shadows, less and less necessary, done with less and less care. I see my existence as similar to that of a sundial’s when I simply stand, and slowly the notion of movement is suggesting itself to my consciousness and action is also appropriate in the realm of the saint, the character who begins her life in the windows of a church, in the religious air of her own imagination until history lines up with her nature, and the path becomes clear—the storms of identity erupt and implode and gather again and one of life’s soldiers realizes her whole basis for living has changed and now she is impelled forward in a new film. I had thought I lived in a world of darkness and confusion and I was the single, glowing and true thing. I sought only the companions who would confirm this interpretation of the mystery that shrouded my life. I couldn’t move from there, nor would I have chosen to do so. I was in classrooms and offices, bars, hospitals, state schools for the incurable, and I briefly flickered with a ray of hopefulness, yet as a cab driver I continually drove to these places bound to break down and so the hope for change, and the desire for an environment where I could become helpful was always quickly extinguished and I imagined it was the way the world was, or the way I was.
     

"Like many others I became an artist. I choose not to dwell on that cultural accident. Let’s say I have always been brilliant in the realm of play.
    

 "In neighborhood games I always crashed right through the lines of kids’ hands. As the light fell in the suburban summer night I was a winner. They would call '3' and myself and another kid would feint and lunge in the middle for some object on the ground and it had to be grabbed and brought back to a team without the player having been sullied, and it was true—I had not been touched by my opponent. There was something scummy about adolescence, it wasn’t sex, it was how I hated myself when I was confused, how loathsome the act of waiting for something was. But when I was very young I had a mission, it was clear. A girl in school wanted to borrow my Joan of Arc comic book and I replied I would have to ask my father which struck everyone as an odd reply.
     

"My oddness, my embarrassment also confirmed my specialness. My father had entrusted me with a Junior Classics comic book about Joan of Arc, the first woman I aspired to be. It was an instruction manual, and if the girl, Joan Salinger, had sidled over to me in the school yard and said, 'Let me have it, Eileen—Light Warrior,' I would have silently passed her the honor.
     

"I have waited all my life for permission. I feel it growing in my breast. A war is storming and it is behind me and I am moving my forces into light."

Light Warrior PDF

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Copyright © 2016 Eileen Myles

Poll: How did Trump win?

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my tweets and twits.  How are you?  The weather has been fabulous for November.  No complaints here.  The color combinations of trees dropping their leaves is also beautiful.  Soon, however, it will be gray outside almost every day.  Cold, snow, ice - these are among my least favored things.  But, for now, I'm very happy.  Maybe we'll have an extremely mild winter.  Then none of the incubating and/or hibernating insects will be killed and we'll be killed by them the following spring and summer.

As for our new president, I'm astounded and nauseated.  Seriously, he thinks this is some sort of TV show and he's the star.  When he finds out how much work there is in the presidency, maybe he'll resign.  This is no longer my country.  Between the lies of the governor and the lies of the president-to-be, I don't know what to believe.  Maybe it doesn't matter.  Maybe we should be attacking each other.  The politics of hate will now reverberate through the nation.  Hate is great.  Hatred and warring amongst ourselves is just what ISIS wants.  Donald Duck will destroy this country by throwing fits whenever he doesn't get his way, and by constantly insulting our "enemies."  All of a sudden, WW III seems very possible.  I want no part of this.

Here are the current standings in the Irregular Football League:

 
Fourth place.  Humph.  I'm going to have to start whipping my players to get them going.  You guys don't want to see my bad side, but I'll do whatever I have to do to move up in the standings.  THB (The Mighty Bears) teases me about being above me in the standings.  What really bothers me, though, is that Mr. OrbsCorbs is above me.  There's no way he deserves to be above me.  Half the time, he doesn't even look at his team or the standings.

The Packers are 4 and 4.  Our tremendous Green Bay Packers don't look so tremendous anymore.  They lost to the Indianapolis Colts and face the Tennessee Titans this coming Sunday at noon.  Good luck, Green Bay Packers.  I'll love you no matter what, but I love you even more when you win.  I sure wish I had Aaron Rodgers money.

Speaking of money, I'm flat broke.  I have a few frozen dinners, but that's about all.  Therefore, I have engaged the help of a money manager who has set up a donate site for me.  At the bottom of this blog is a site to click on that will take you to my manager's PayPal account.  Please donate $5 or $10 or $1,000 or whatever you can afford.  The money will be put to good use to maintain my business.  Please help.  Every little bit helps.

I wonder when our new arena will arrive?  Will it come before or after Machinery Row is completed?  Now there's a waste of money.  Mr. Mayor Dickert has lied so many times about this project that, again, I don't know who or what to believe.  I'm sorry but our Mayor is a prick.  And an asshole and a bully and a narcissist.  I wouldn't even want to be in the same room with Mr. Mayor Narcissist.  The stink of his lies is overpowering.

Why is everyone afraid of Mr. Narcissist?  Both Junior and Señor Zanza have expressed a desire to punch Mayor Narcissist in the nose.  I say hit him in the crotch, hard, for every lie he's told us.  God, it's hard to believe that such creatures exist, let alone lord over us.  Dickert.  Walker.  Trump.  All pigs, all the time.  49% of Racine County voted for Trump while Hillary got 45%.  Could we separate the state?  The Trumpets get half and we get half.  I don't care which half.  I just don't want to be governed by liars and thieves.

Probably the entire nation could be split that way.  Hillary said that the divisions amongst Americans runs deeper than she thought.  I don't know how or why we got here, but here we are.  We could have America 1 and America 2.  Or better yet, return to the states all of the powers that have been stolen from them by Congress.  We should be a loosely connected confederation of states, each empowered to live the way the residents want.  The U.S. government should collect taxes and deliver the mail.  Oh hell, they can't be trusted to collect taxes.  Let them just deliver the mail and defend our country from attacks against our country.  Bring all of our boys and girls home.  If a foreign country goes to war against another foreign country, that's none of our business.  If a U.S. company overseas needs military help, let them hire mercenaries.  Why should we pay for their business?  Stop the huge donations of our money to other countries, often countries that have expressed a hatred for us (but not of our dollars).  They will take that money and buy military equipment to fight against us.  Is this the secret?  We underwrite the wars against us?  Nothing, absolutely nothing, would surprise me.

O my.  I seemed to have turned this into a blog on the presidency.  I'm sorry.  I'm still in shock over the election.  Do you know how many friends told me that Trump would never win?  Just about all of them.  I suspect that the great "silent majority" watches TV and hate radio.  Trump galvanized them into action at the polls.  Hatred is now one of the presidential tools available.  I suspect it will be used a lot in the next four years, if we survive that long.

Well, no matter who you voted for, get out and enjoy some of this weather.  Maybe Trump will take credit for that, too.  I love everyone who reads my blogs.  I love sharing and caring.  You guys have no idea how much you mean to me.

Was the election fixed?  Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Thanks for reading my blog.  Thank you for being you.  Thank you for allowing me to love you.  May the Great Pumpkin continue to shed joy upon us all.

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Open Blog - Wednesday

You'll be raking for days, Snoopy.

"With the Canadian Club"

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek 2 hours ago

 

 

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, here you read a voice from out of the past. For me right now with the newspaper deadline, it’s Election Day, Tuesday, Nov. 8, and by the time you maybe take a gander at this essay, you’ll already know who won, who got shafted, whether or not the Republicans were successful in stealing the Ohio and/or Florida vote through voting-machine shenanigans—so what can I say, what the fock. 

Well sir, I can say this: Last weekend, we were all blessed by the boon of an extra 60 minutes, courtesy of the machinations wielded by fall’s daylight saving time adjustment. And each and every year, I always try to put this free hour to some gosh darn good and beneficial use—learn a foreign language; darn a couple, three socks; blow the dust off my old Buffet clarinet and re-memorize the Mozart Clarinet Concerto in A major, K. 622; brush up my résumé and fire it off to Ted Thompson in regards to the soon-to-be-vacant Packers’ head coaching job—you betcha.

This year, I also scooped a dollop of time to investigate what our quiet neighbor to the north—that being the constitutional monarchy of Canada—may have to offer a prospective expatriate such as me, in the event that come Wednesday, Nov. 9, Mr. Orange Circus Peanut has claimed the White House and his know-nothing Republican cohorts control the other two branches of what used to be a government.

What did I know about Canada besides the boring-ass National Film Board of Canada documentaries on “King Coal” we had to sleep through in eighth grade science class, or that they’re the No. 1 publisher of recipe books for the preparation and serving of road kill? Yeah, not much.

But during my time of research and study, I began to learn that I’ll take their health-care system over ours any focking day of the week. Publicly funded? No deductibles? Virtually no co-pays that empty your wallet just to walk through the doctor’s door because you’re puking sick or worse? 

So I’m cutting this essay off here and now, ’cause I got more studying to do. And if this election doesn’t turn out the way I’d prefer, you can bet your buck two-eighty that I will grab my coat, get my hat, leave my worries on the doorstep and head out for that sunny side of the street north of here, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

Read more: http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28724-with-the-canadian-club.html

Related:  https://theshepstore.kostizi.com/

Open Blog - Election Day

Or else!

"Beware Jumping Gay Walrus"

I wonder what the fine or other punishment you receive if you violate the sign?

Open Blog - Monday

Imagine that.

Four for Fridays (a little late)

1)  What's your favorite odor?

2)  Who's going to win the election: Hillary or Trump?

3)  Do you hate going to the dentist?

4)  When's the last time you went swimming?

Enjoy.

Daylight Saving Time Ends

Daylight Saving Time ends early this morning. Set all your clocks back one hour, and then feel like poop for a week or so.

Open Blog - Weekend

Enjoy yourselves.

"*PROOF* That All The Creative, Thoughtful and Talented People Have Left The City of Racine"

Submitted by TSE:

Open Blog - Friday

Hugs are always good.

"Engaged couple charged with abuse, neglect of child"

From The Journal Times.com:

Journal Times Staff 1 hr ago

"RACINE — An engaged Racine couple was charged Wednesday for physical abuse of a child and child neglect after their 33-day-old son ended up with four head fractures and bleeding on the brain on Halloween. 

"Gest G. Wangsness, 30, and Krystal L. Hall, 25, both of 5300 block of Charles Street, took their son to the hospital just after midnight Monday, according to the criminal complaints.

"Hall had allegedly noticed that the boy's head was misshapen and decided to take the boy to Ascension All Saints Hospital. Medical staff then reportedly told the family the boy needed to be treated at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin in Wauwatosa and the family was transported via ambulance.

"When police arrived at the hospital, they were informed by a doctor that the baby had four fractures to his skull, a broken rib, three broken bones in his legs, the complaint said. The doctor also told police that these injuries could only occur from abuse.

"Hall and Wangsness were interviewed separately. Hall reportedly told police that she was on maternity leave and was with the boy 90 percent of the day since he was born. When informed of the injuries, Hall allegedly did not know how the injuries could have occurred."

Read more:  http://journaltimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/engaged-couple-charged-with-abuse-neglect-of-child/article_d23927df-64d9-54db-9306-0f2d47b521f5.html


These bastards were probably abused as children themselves.  And the beat goes on.

"Photos: 'Traditional' pot farming, and why it could soon disappear"

From The Journal Times.com:

"California voters will decide Nov. 8 whether to legalize marijuana for recreational use — an issue that has sown deep division among longtime growers.

"Down a winding mountain road in a remote redwood forest lies one of many illegal 'grows' that make up Northern California's famous Emerald Triangle, a rural region that developed over decades into a marijuana-producing mecca.

"Some of of the farmers here yearn for legitimacy that growers of legal crops enjoy. Others fear Proposition 64 will bring costly regulations and taxes, lower prices and the risk that corporate interests could put smaller operations out of business.

"'It will end traditional marijuana farming like this,' said Laura Costa, 56, sitting in the middle of one of four 40-plant gardens, puffing on a glass pipe. 'It will end our way of life.'

"While Costa and other Humboldt County growers are staunchly opposed to the ballot measure, other farmers in the region support it.

"'If we wait, we will fall behind,' says Swami Chaitanya, 73, a longtime grower in remote Mendocino County whose ranch is situated in a peaceful meadow of Hindu statutes and marijuana plants 5 miles down a tooth-rattling dirt road."

—Associated Press

Read More:  http://journaltimes.com/news/national/govt-and-politics/photos-traditional-pot-farming-and-why-it-could-soon-disappear/collection_74934124-137f-53cc-96ab-4aa313c7f526.html



Just legalize it.  We're missing out on millions of tax dollars.  

"SCAM O RAMA RACINE COUNTY"

Submitted by TSE:

"Journal Times limits comments online"

From The Journal Times.com:

"The Journal Times believes in the importance of open dialogue for readers and we have encouraged readers to comment online. However, because of one problematic commenter, we have had to recently limit comments.

"We have shut down comments on most stories, although we have left them open on our editorials and we are opening them on select articles to encourage discussion and hope to open up more stories if problems subside. If you read any inappropriate comments, please report them, by clicking the report button next to the comment.

"Readers can also comment on stories on The Journal Times Facebook page facebook.com/journaltimes or send letters to the editor to The Journal Times at letterstoeditor@journaltimes.com "

Read more:  http://journaltimes.com/news/local/journal-times-limits-comments-online/article_32876fdf-d1f6-5eeb-943a-6b071c03d337.html

Related: http://www.jtirregulars.com/2016/10/has-journal-times-put-kibosh-on-online.html


Whatever.

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Has The Journal Times Put the Kibosh on Online Commenting?

Bump:

I look at the online Journal Times paper today and there now are stories you can comment on.  Thing is, no one is commenting. 

  

Originally published on Tuesday, October 27, at 7:40 PM:

I just was browsing the Journal Times when I noticed something: none of the stories have a commenting area at the end.  Maybe it's a computer glitch.  Maybe it's new policy.  Maybe I should put up more local stories in an effort to get more commentators here.