Milhous


Today is the day the Nixon resigned from the office of President of the United States of America in a televisied public address in the evening of August 8th, 1974.
Richard Milhous Nixon (January 9, 1913 – April 22, 1994) was the 37th President of the United States, serving from 1969 to 1974. He is the only American President to have resigned from office. His resignation came in the face of imminent impeachment related to the Watergate scandal, which encompassed numerous crimes and misconduct beginning especially with the Watergate first break-in, the follow-up burglary, and the cover-up. He was also the 36th Vice President (1953–1961) serving under Dwight D. Eisenhower. Nixon is the only American to have been elected twice to the Vice Presidency and twice to the Presidency, and is given credit for redefining the office of Vice President, making it for the first time a high visibility platform and base for a presidential candidacy.
Nixon is noted for his diplomatic accomplishments in foreign policy, especially détente with the Soviet Union and China, and ending American involvement in the Vietnam War. He is also noted for his middle-of-the-road domestic policy that combined conservative rhetoric and, in many cases, liberal action, as in his civil rights, environmental and price control policies
As President, Nixon imposed wage and price controls, indexed Social Security for inflation, and created Supplemental Security Income (SSI). The number of pages added to the Federal Register each year doubled under Nixon. He eradicated the last remnants of the gold standard. Nixon created the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) and Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA), implemented the Philadelphia Plan, the first significant federal affirmative action program, and dramatically improved salaries for U.S. federal employees worldwide. As a party leader, Nixon helped build the Republican Party (GOP), but he ran his 1972 campaign separately from the party, which perhaps helped the GOP escape some of the damage from Watergate. The Nixon White House was the first to organize a daily press event and daily message for the media, a practice that all subsequent staffs have performed.
Nixon is also noted to be a firm supporter of the NRA, he hunted on occasion but preferred target shooting as a favorite hobby. He spoke very criticaly of the gun control laws supported by president Bill Clinton and vice-president Al Gore. He has stated in many private conversations (taped while president) and in many public speeches that "guns are inanimate objects, people make them lethal. You could have a fully automatic rifle in the middle of a room and it would do nothing deadly unless interfered with by an irresponsible person."


202 Comments:
Ahhhh, Richard E. Nixon....we miss you.
Since it has been mentioned by more than one blobber that they only have time to blob when they are working, I am left to assume everyone is on vacation. I hope you are all having a good time! Sorry I missed the rest of the Big Pig--especially the pinata. Was there another assault? Anyway, It was good to finally meet the good Dr Franklin in person.
Ciao!
8/10/06
Whew! I was beginning to think I was in that Twilight Zone episode when the bank teller who loves to read sneaks to the vault to do so, yet falls asleep. When he wakes up he finds there has been a Nuclear war and he is the last person alive(In the end he was overjoyed at being left alone to read to his hearts content but falls down the stairs, and breaks his glasses.). So, I am at work Don Miguel. I didn't want to just keep blogging on my own. The rest of the roast was Assault-Free.
it was a pleasure to finally meet you, don miguel, and all my blobber collegues. I'm just sorry that expat wasn't at the roast to help jo jo and spilly. It was a great time!
Yes, I am blobbing from vacation!
Dr. F!!!
[standing on my desk] Captain, my captain!
Such joy befalls my heart to see you share your vacation with us.
I'm sure your lovely wife (whom I was glad to have met) sits gaily upon your knee as you read/type your words of wisdom for all of us to read.
You sir, are truly a great American as I'm sure Jo Jo can't wait to attest.
Enjoy the remnants of your reprieve as we await your return to gifting us with your lilting prose from office on-high.
Mike, your considerable kindness overwhelms me. It is from your inspiration that I find the words to express on this blob. Both you and jo jo are the true gifts to this world of fine literature and learning. I was humbled to be in the presence of such greatness last Sunday. I believe we'll have some photos from the PR we'll be sending to spilly. Sadly, there is none of me and the lovely Diana.
Rogers, Oh Rogers, call him Mister if you can.
Rogers, Oh Rogers he wears a cardigan.
Conductor and biologist, he fed his fishies every day.
Friday knew Elaine never listened, what he might say.
Ding, ding...here comes Trolly,
He'd say with a grin.
Fred could keep his smile up, the rest of us need gin.
The sands of Iwo Jima couldn't change his gentle heart.
So now we are much worse off, since this world he had to part.
If I was called Rogers, my uncle, He, I'd claim.
For after him there's royalty, tied to that name.
You're a poet, and I didn"t even know it.
Ah, fun-loving Steve & Diana, imortalized by that generation defining 80's toe tapper by M. Mellencamp.
On second thought, wasn't that JACK & Diana?
Hmph, well I certainly don't know Jack (which my wife would readily second).
Well, I know Jack; and you're no...
Ohhh, never mind.
So..., What's with the epitaph to Fred Rogers?
Do the time stamps on these posts bear ANY correspondance with reality?! Ugh!
8/11/06--11:04am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is truly fascinating is the relativity of reality that relates to the timely theory of theocracy in this case of mistaken misplaced minutes which are indeed correctly corresponded in some corner of our war-torn, weary world.
I've known nonsense about nothing in particular. I've heard transient theories of tragically tampered with theology. Much has to do with persisent pessimist and phelegmatic politicians. I wish I could better quell your queries.
As for Don Miguel, it was more of an ode to 'All things Rogers'.
Dr. F. ole buddy, our Diana appears as elusive as the daughter of Juno. Ah well, try getting a lasso around the moon
ah, yes, Mike. You recall that little number from the early '80's, "Steven and Diana". for those of you who have forgotten.....
Little ditty about steve and diana
one american kid growin up in the heartland...and a russian growin up in the ukraine...
stevies gonna be a football star
Diana debutante backseat of stevies car
Suckin on a corn on the cob outside the pig roast, Diana sittin on stevies lap
Hes got his hands between her knees
stevie say, hey diana lets run off
Behind a shady tree
Dribble off those bobby brooks
Let me do what I please
And stevie say a
Oh yeah life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin is gone
Oh yeah life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin is gone they walk on
Gonna let it rock
Let it roll
Let the Bible belt come down
And save my soul
Hold on to 40 as long as you can
Changes comin round real soon
Make us women and men
Little ditty about steve and diana
Two sort of american kids doin the best they can
Wow! I never knew you had so much song writing talent! Dr. F., that could be a hit I'll bet.
sock ray blue!
A hit indeed! Well thought out verse that conveys depth of character and makes you feel like you are actually there with them (well maybe a little off to one side and ducking behind shubbery).
the song really attempts to explore my feelings and thoughtfulness toward her. I hope it succeeds even in a small way
Ah, the tragic poet!
"I am not a crook!"
(someone needed to post something)
8/13--1:32pm
PROVIDENCE, R.I. - Church bells rang. Whistles at fire stations and mill factories sounded. People poured into the streets, waving flags and honking car horns. It was Aug. 14, 1945 - the day Americans learned that Japan had surrendered, ending the costliest conflict in human history.
"It was pandemonium with happiness," remembered John Lucas, a World War II veteran and executive secretary of the Pawtucket Veterans Council.
On Monday, Rhode Island will once again observe the end of World War II, the only state still celebrating Victory Day, commonly referred to as Victory over Japan Day, or V-J Day.
Critics say it's discriminatory, and would like to eliminate the holiday or at least remove its reference to Japan.
They point out that Rhode Islanders do not celebrate the U.S. victory over Germany, which was defeated three months earlier.
"This is a stigma against the Japanese whom we do business with and are allies," said George Lima, a former state representative who worked on a failed attempt to eliminate the holiday in the 1980s.
Veterans groups remain committed to the holiday, celebrated on the second Monday of August.
"This is the way the veterans feel about it in Rhode Island," said George Panichas, a former legislator who was a gunner on a B-17 bomber during World War II. "They fought against the Japanese, and they just don't forget it."
There have been several attempts to change the holiday's name, but each time lawmakers met overwhelming opposition, said state Sen. Rhoda Perry. She introduced bills in 1992, 1994 and 1995 to change the holiday to Rhode Island Veterans Day. A second 1995 bill would have changed it to Peace and Remembrance Day.
Perry said she received "vitriolic" mail from veterans.
"It was absolutely a no-winner," Perry said. "I did not have support, period."
However, the General Assembly passed a 1990 resolution stating that Victory Day is not a day to express satisfaction in the destruction and death caused by nuclear bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
People need the holiday to remember the sacrifices veterans made during the war, said James Brennan, a survivor of the 1942 Bataan Death March in which Japanese soldiers tortured and killed thousands of American and Filipino prisoners.
However, Brennan said he does not harbor ill feelings toward the Japanese and does not believe the holiday incites racism or hatred.
"July 4 is our national holiday because we defeated England. Do we hate the English? No," he said. "It's the same with V-J Day. We are the ones who won the war."
Joe Davis, a spokesman for the Veterans of Foreign Wars in Washington, said he is glad Rhode Island has kept the holiday.
"Rhode Island is continuing to celebrate a great victory at a tremendous cost," Davis said, noting the deaths of about 400,000 Americans in World War II.
Arkansas is believed to be the last state to drop Victory Day. When the legislature listed official state holidays in 1975, it omitted Victory Day, which it had called World War II Memorial Day, state capital historian David Ware said. The holiday appears to have been omitted without much fuss, Ware said.
"What happens over time is that people's memories fade," said Marilyn Zoidis, a curator at the Smithsonian Institution's National Museum of American History. "If there's not a strong enough memory to support a holiday, there's no strong reason to keep funding it."
That's what some hope will happen in Rhode Island.
Mikki Lima, a Japanese-American who runs the Rhode Island Japan Society in Providence, said she is working to educate younger Americans about Japanese culture. If the holiday can't be eliminated, she hopes it can at least be celebrated under a new name because of Victory Day's implicit reference to the victory over Japan.
"Someday, this foolish holiday's name will be changed," Lima said.
"God Bless Little Rhody"-Scipio Africanus
After a long absence, I am back. I know I was not missed. I see this blob has turned, somewhat into a vegitable salad. Nice to see tricky Dick featured, I remember watching his resignation speach with my grandmother. Nixon made one huge mistake, he tried to cover up the bad deeds of some misguided followers. He should have come clean and ratted them out. We then could have avoided Ford and the disaster that was Carter.
As to VJ Day, gotta love it. They started it and WE finished it. They whine and cry every year but never, ever take the blame they so truly deserve.
And I saw some PR pictures, what happened to Dave's hair? Don MIguel, nice to see you were there. I only wish I had been!
How about 'speech'? How old are you Expat??
Look, I write these things in the middle of the night. Albiet, English is my first language, I don't speak it all day long and I don't write it except here in the blog. I keep confusing my vowels. I'm sorry. I wasn't winning the "B's" when I was a kid anyway. Mea Culpa, penetent and contrite!
Expat may have been away on one of those cruises designed for the rich and famous Europorn jetset, but one thing has not changed: his horrendous spelling. Even from the shores of Dennisport i have to find time to comment on Expat and his 4th grade spelling education.
"I keep confusing my bowels"
Hey Expat, three words for you...
EAT MORE BRAN
thank you Mike. Hopefully Expat will heed your wise wisdom
Expat---penItent, PENITENT, penitent. I wrote it with different emphasis' to illustrate how it is really spelled.(Or, is it spelt?) For your birthday I'mm going to get you a dictionary.
OK, I'll try harder. I'm very regular, thank you, Mike, ask my family! And was Diana actually at the PR, I didn't see any photo's of her?
Was Boy George wearing one of his good frocks?
Diana was not there, sadly. But spilly used a tissue as a top to give us all a brief taste of diana's presence.
And Mike, nice T-shirt. It allowed me to be "present"
Don't you mean flaming orange!
spilly, did you not mean "compliments"?
Thank you Dr. Franklin!
spilly needs to be put in her place, from time to time :)
Now be nice, remember Detante!
That's a pig French expression! Dr. F. need not recognize such pandering blather. Peace is only achieved through absolute victory. Charge Dr. F! Don't accept the treaty in the train car!
Oh and Expat, if in your spelling genius you meant to write "Don't forget Dante.", then Dr. F. should still ignore you as Dante would say. "Go for it."
Expat,
I find you an indigent indignant incanting ignoramus.
I’m afraid the I’s have it.
There! Now you've said it again! Oh no! Now I've said it. Aaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Mike, there is a tremulous timbre in your turbulent tirade. Are you tired? Or do you just thirst for a theatrical treatise to trumpet your thesaurus????
Methinks we need emancipation from this alliteration proclamation.
when did Expat become a French liberal?
It's anybody's guess. I'm thinking that all of the "Spanish Living" has slowly affected his sensibilities. The Burritos have affected his brain. The Siestas have sodden his senses.(Insert Speedy Gonzales accent here.) "I think I'm going to watch the Bull-fight." It's a lot of siting around, eating and drinking while Big Brother takes care of you. -Hey wait a minute, I wonder if he has a spare room at his shack. You know Richard Blaine fought for the Socialists in Spain-hey that rhymes! Don Miguel, you are tired of the alliteration? How about we switch to consonance? Or better yet we could speak in allegory!
Joe, in your case, probably we should stick to assonance. =)
Gosh, you really ought to know better than just to lob up grapefruit like that around here.
hey don, what are you doing on so early? don't you guys play golf on Fridays?
Today is Friday, Aug. 18, the 230th day of 2006. There are 135 days left in the year.
On this date:
In 1227, Mongol conqueror Genghis Khan died.
Ahhhhh, assonance, my friend. It makes me want to..to...SING! "Knock it off!"
"Do you think there are rocks ahead?"
"If there are, we'll all be dead."
"NO more ryhming now, I mean it!"
"Does anybody want a peanut?"
Hey Don, Do bOvines eat clOver, can a dOve hOver? How about an assonant rhyme?
*Ahem*
I once knew a Plover that had no real mother.
His plumage was brown, he'd lost all his down.
His dad called out "Fred", from under the bed.
He shouted "I'm trapped", he got stuck in the sap.
So Fred pulled him out, the old drunken lout.
A guy sticks his location,
In a girl's destinstion,
To increase the population,
For the next generation.
Do you get my explanation?
Or do you need a demonstration?
Look, even Dr. F. can make a poem.
the other blobbers here inspired me
I admire Dr. F's steadfastness in driving his point home.
thank you, mike. i believe one should be rock solid in their points.
Not only does Dr. F. write light extemporanea, he also dances! Excuse the earlier use of a french word, it was a Nixon era reference. Like it was said of Nixon, only a conservative could open China, so it is with me and "continental" words. I am so anti-frog that when I use one it is only for emphasis! Touché
Did anyone hear that the cowards backed out of their promise to lead the multi-national force in southern Lebanon. Instead of the "thousands" promised, they now plan to send up to 400 troops(roughly the fighting strength of Madonna Manor at half capacity). I think Sr. Rita St. Laurent was the last Frenchman with balls.
ACK!!!
As a sign of my protest to such a detestable course of action I will refrain from wearing berets for a whole month!
Take that you Frenchie!
They'll surrender, and you'll get stuck owning the whole country. That is so bad that Napoleon went to Russia to try to commit Imperial Suicide, to get rid of the place.
I heard the French already surrendered in Lebanon.
They probably did. To who? A camel?
"To who[m]"--and camels are too tough for them. I think they prefer just to walk away when no one is looking.
D'OH!!! I was thinking 'whom', and said to myself, "Nah, I always mess that one up." So much for brains.
I heard there was a collection of french WWII weapons going on the market. The had been issued to the soldiers and then recollected. They're marked "Never been used!" That's the french, promise thousand send 400 all of whom run away on the first day near the enemy.
good thing the French and the Spanish share a lengthy and friendly boarder.
What am I supposed to do with that jumble of symbols???
Jo, jo, get into the modern world. you highlight, copy and then paste into a new browser. That will then open the web page to which the non dewey decimal reference cites. Ask Dante, he'll help you.
now there's the pot calling the kettle black. Mr. Middle Ages himself chiding a great American like jo jo to get into the modern world. Shame Expat, Shame!
You highlight all of that junk??
"Las Vegas is Everyman's cut-rate Babylon. Not far away there is, or was, a roadside lunch counter and over it a sign proclaiming in three words that a Roman emperor's orgy is now a democratic institution. "Topless Pizza Lunch."”
Alistair Cooke
Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit.
-Seneca
Alright, who told Franklin he could think today? Typically his strong-suits are leering and bawdy humor, where'd the Latin come from lately?
There has not been any great talent without an element of madness.
----Seneca
Three couples—one elderly, one middle-aged, one young and newly wed—apply for membership in a church. The pastor informs them that the requirement for new parishioners is that they abstain from sex for two weeks. The couples agree and go their separate ways.
After two weeks, they return. The pastor asks the elderly pair if they were able to abstain for two weeks. "No problem at all, Pastor," replies the old man.
"Congratulations!" says the pastor. "Welcome to the church." He turns to the middle-aged couple and asks if they were able to abstain for two weeks. "It was difficult," replies the husband. "By the end of the second week, I had to sleep on the couch, but we did it."
"Congratulations on overcoming temptation," says the pastor. "Welcome to the church." He then turns to the newlyweds and asks if they were able to abstain for two weeks.
"At first it was no problem," says the husband. "But one day my wife was reaching for a can of corn on the top shelf, and she dropped it. When she bent over to pick it up, I was overcome with lust and took advantage of her right there."
"You understand, of course, that this means you will not be welcome in our church," says the pastor.
"We know," says the young man. "We’re not welcome at the supermarket anymore either."
-dr. franklin
As long as we are telling random stories:
An old man and his grandson were journeying from one city to another. They had a donkey with them. It was a long journey, so as they were heading out, the old man decided that the boy should ride the donkey.
As they were traveling they came upon a group of people going the other direction. They could see these people were perplexed, but did not know why until they passed by. The people were muttering amongst themselves that it was shameful for a perfectly healthy young strong boy to be riding the donkey while his elderly grandfather walked. So, they decided to switch places.
As they were continuing on, they came upon another group. This group was also upset at something. As they passed they berated the old man for riding the donkey saying that he was going to kill the poor young boy. After they passed on, they discussed what to do. They decided both to walk.
As they were walking they once more met a group of people coming the other way. This time the people were muttering that if they weren’t going to use the perfectly healthy animal, then they should give it to someone who will.
At this they were truly confounded. The old man observed the various things they had tried. He walked and that was no good. The boy walked and that was no good. They both walked and that was no good. Why don’t we both get on the donkey? So they did.
Once again, though, they met a group of travelers. This group was furious that they were both riding the donkey. They said that they were going to kill it treating it that way. The poor animal. Well, in utter frustration, the old man exclaimed, “Fine! Then we will walk and carry the donkey!”
As you can well imagine this did not work out too well, but they did manage to carry it until they got to a gorge with a rope and wood-plank bridge across it. Already unsteady the boy just could not hold the donkey up on this undulating terrain. Tripping and letting go of the donkey the full weight fell to the old man. He held it for a second or two, but just could not do it by himself and lost his grip on the donkey. The donkey fell onto the side of the bridge. With the bridge tipping under its weight, the donkey fell off, hit the embankment, slid down the gorge, and into the river below—where it drowned.
What’s the moral of the story? If you try to please everyone you can kiss your ass goodbye. =)
Donny M, you are odd-funny, but odd.
Now given the general propensity for spelling gaffes around these parts, when you say "odd" do you mean 'awed'?
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"awed" only if one is a New Yawker.
Do I make the grade for the "spelling gaffe club"? I didn't think so. No, ODD is indeed what I meant. Speaking of New York-how 'bout them Yankees??
While not a baseball fan, I can't help but comment on the Red Sox abysmal performances.
Sorry about the comment stutter. I don't know how that happened.
it's okay don, being a priest you can swing and miss once or twice. even I'll cut you some slack.
speaking of missing, yes, the Red Sox provided us with a weekend full of embarrassment.
Bring on the Pats and the B's!
I had Grrrreat Pat's seats Saturday. Dante and I had club seats on the 50-Pat's side. It was a great night for a game. The parking pass was the best!
My computer has been on the fritz the past few days (fritz, because shultz was too busy eating apple strudel) so I have been absent. Nice story Don M. I like it. As to Franklin, what kind of stupid (obviously protestant) kind of religion requires married people to abstain from sex to enter? Isn't that the whole purpose of marriage? How can you expect the newlyweds to go forth and multiply? Really Dr. F! I thought you were a REAL red, blooded American with all your chromostones!
It was a joke from the prestigious American publication, Maxim!
Leave my chromostones out of this. They are packed with dangerously high levels of testosterone.
It's too hot here even for the bugs. There IS no standing water for them to breed in, so it's not a big problem. Nice to hear they are spraying DDT again! (or was that just when we were kids playing outside?) And Mike, come on, it's time for a new picture, we've gone over 100
hey, you fiendish foreigner! Leave Mike alone. He's a Patriot, clearly and obviously very busy right now as he hard at work harveting cranberries (by hand). Whilst you Europeans sit back on your siestas, hard working folks like Mike are trying to feed Americans AND entertain the likes of you on this blog.
will his DNA resequence during this transformation process?
Where is everybody today?
Donny M., I think the time stamps are set at Spanish time-lazy!
I'm not sure actually, the may be Greenwich Mean Time (now called Zulu). I've not been on the machine all day, as my son has had it prisoner playing Imperium III! And my Mike's metamorphisis into something else be truly successful.
"And m[a]y Mike's metamorphisis into something else be truly successful."
Okay, I don't want to pile-on, but come on Expat--bad spelling is one thing, but you've got to make sense. By the way, it's metamorphOsis. (or in Greek: 'μεταμόρφωση')
I can hear Expat now..."will someone rid me of this meddlesome priest" :)
Perhaps my favorite line from "Murder in the Cathedral" if not all Eliot is:
"The last temptation is the worst treason;
To do the right thing for the wrong reason."
Meddlesome priest indeed! <:{ (How do you make a brow furrowed in displeasure?)
Why would I want to rid myself of the Priest, he's the only one who sometimes defends me here (despite the fact that he spurred on this anti-blog). Speaking of meddlesome priests in movies, I saw "Angels with dirty faces," the other night. I love when Pat O'Brien says to the Dead end gang, "now come along and say a prayer for a boy who couldn't run as fast as I") (after he convinced Jimmy Cagney to go yellow to the chair to teach the boys a lesson)
I agree with Don Miguel, I could not understand what you were saying Expat. You do NEED to make sense, though, I would mark a first for you. Your spelling Expat is truly terrible. "It's ashamed, you should be."(to quote your favorite movie) Perhaps you could take one of those free courses that Socalist Government there provides and learn English as a second language.
My spelling has always been poor. And living "away" does not help. Spellcheck has made it worse.
To quote the late Pastor, Fr. Higgins. "Alibi Ike." That was his sage nick-name for you was it not?
A whole-body shiver has just wrenched through me as I have abruptly come to the realization that although quoting Henry in regards to Becket, you were not quoting from Eliot's play, but a movie adaptation of some frog's play! Please, somebody, tell me you have actually read "Murder in the Cathedral" and not just watched "Becket"!
Stop picking on Expat! He's a Francophile socialist living in spain. He's got enough problems!
Dr. Franklin do you really think he's a Francophile Socialist? I'd always thought of him as a Francophile Marxist. Hmmm, perhaps you are right. I'd better give it some more thought.
Regardless, whatever his political tastes may be he certainly is a pandering simp-or is it pandering chimp? Oh well, small difference.
Wait a minute! Something isn't right(get it--right) here. Expat is a Francophile Francophile--as in Francisco Franco. Hence, I think that technically makes him a fascist-socialist, or maybe a socialist-fascist depending on which Frank is dominant. So, frankly, I think we're all crazy. Does anyone else feel a craving for a frankfurter? Of course that introduces a whole other ethnic and social background (if not political) into the mix. Expat can be a whole Franco-Prussian war all unto himself.
Well, Expat is part Francophile...he did take the French language in high school in part due to his admiration for all things French. He always believed the French were the most civilized people on the face of God's Earth.
He has always had a thing for the Brazilians, too.
As for his political leanings, his Maxist-socialist leanings are really none of our business, nor are his leanings toward the Europorn jetset.
Donny M. You and Dr. F. keep opening my eyes to Expats ever twisting sympathies! Of course! FRANCO! He always had a taste for Chef-boy-ardee's Franco-American cusine. He also loved La Choy! You know-La Choy makes Chinese food, swing American. I can see it all now. He does have a predilection for all things that smack of Socialism/Communism. He's a SoCoMaphile-yeah that's it a Socomaphile. A Socialist-Communist-Marxist lover who sits lazily on European beaches all Summer wearing nothing but smugness and a speedo looking down upon us hard working Americans(work with me here Dr. F.). As an aside Expat(family stuff) Bobby and Linda Algieri were up this weekend. Bob was sorting out Uncle Oscars old army stuff. Guess what? You know all of those stories about Oscar drinking his way through Europe in WWII? Well, he did, it's true. But along the way he earned 5, count 'em 5 bronze stars. Shocked I was. Bobby found them and a bunch of Nazi contraband in a box.
Louie, Louie-Oh, you gotta go.
So... are we going for the world record of posts in this string? Where oh where is our esteemed Master Blobber?
jo jo, you seem to have, once again, hit the nail squarely upon the head. Donny m. did help us in this stunning conclusion as well. Brilliant minds at work here.
I confess (Don M. no need to jump out of your seat) that I was unaware of Expat's Chinese leanings. Next you'll make me shudder and tell me he loves Raman Noodles too! GASP!!!
Away up in Canada, at the cranberry harvest.
Don, I think we should go for the big 200. So many goals are truly unattainable. You should see his collection of Pierre Cardin clothes.
Education is the way of this blog, and I have received one today. I had no idea as to the length of Expat's total immersion in the French culture.
Should we set up an "intervention" and try to save him from his "all things French" lifestyle?
I didn't know that being Ultramontaine counted toward being French? To come to my own defense, Don M, I'm sorry about referring to movie priests, when I have read Murder in the Cathederal, but when you mentioned Beckett, my mind wandered. As to my being Francophile, if you are referring to the general that saved Spain from the red stain of communisim in 1936, than you are all right. But he wasn't a facist in the extreme, he was more a military dictator. As a friend once put it, if you didn't mind working, not a homosexual or a communist, you had no problems in Spain during his "protectorate." A devout Roman Catholic, he encouraged business and honesty while in power, he also restored the rightful Bourbon dynasty and did not set up his own line as many wanted. Although there were no democratic freedoms, there was also law and order, little crime, and no real persecution of anyone who wasn't a communist. Homosexuals were in the closet and people went to church. I'm sorry, but I haven't found the problem yet!
And jo, jo, I saw the contents of the box one day, lots of stuff he took off dead krauts. I had no idea about the bronze stars. Not surprising though, that is the stuff that makes a man drink in the aftermath.
I think the drinking started long before the war.
Expat, remember those that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
Ahhh I think that is your namesake's most famous sayingj
you are wise beyond your years jo jo. if only Expat had inherited the same intelligence that you have!
Thank you Dr. F. Your many illegitimate children will know your largesse and kindness.
I said nothing about security or safety, really. I also was not talking about a government that would serve a population that was literate and educated. I was speaking about a population that was only 25% literate at the time where the vast, vast majority of the population was made up of uneducated working poor. For a democracy to function and not devolve into an oligarchy of the left, the vast majority of the population needs to be literate and educated, much like the population of the English Colonies in North America in 1775. Sorry, Dr. Wilson (yes, the one who was president of Princeton, among other things), Democracy does not take nor work by fiat, but by a population willing and ABLE to receive it. Spain was not such a place in 1876, 1930 or 1936, when such initiatives were either undertaken or undermined.
Hey-Lay off Dr. F. Spain is now 27% literate and 15% employed(sticking out my tongue emphatically)!!!
To quote Daniel Webster, "shoot if you must this tired and weirysome body..."
Hey Expat-I was defending you! To quote Archie Bunker. "Go with the oldest, he's the most Jew."
thank you, jo jo, for your kind words. Sadly, some of my illegitimate children fail to see my good side.
And I think you've short changed Espana. I believe they are now 29% literate and 23% employed, with some 75% of the population with fruit skins caught in their appendix.
Maybe that explains the Bull Fights. Perhaps they are a form of Spanish medicine. When you get too many fruit skins caught in your appendix, you simply get in line to fight the bull, and when it gores you-wham-o-you get a gov't subsidized appendectomy!
There may be something to that jo, jo! The appendix fruit thing is a problem, but it is probably cured by a supository and brown paper. That's the remedy for most things. I avoid the doctor's office here, leaches make me cringe. And I don't think the employment rate is as high as Dr. F. does!
Even a blind nut finds a squirrel once in a while. I gotta be right sometimes.
how do you know the blind squirrel has nuts?
You can tell by the way he walks.
ah. just like Expat.
It seems boys, that we have been deserted. What think you all?
I guess our wit and wisdom have been too much for some of our fellow bloggers. Sad, really, that they are unable to keep up the level of intellectual curiosity displayed here.
It is true. The Few, The Proud, The Blobbers.
I feel they've lost interest in this stale line. Not that Richard E. isn't interesting, but you'd think Mike would have something new by now!
He's in Canadia right now pickin' berries.
can we reach 200?
I think so! With or without the help of that pandering Francophile Expat. Detante indeed!
Expat doesn't have time to post here as he's busy eating his Brie!
Nothin' really to say. Just doin' my part for the "PUSH FOR 200"
welcome to the team!
go 200!
Should we play the Name Game? That will get us over 200 for sure--maybe more if we're really bored. =)
the name game. you mean calling Expat names?
we'll hit 300.
Hey have you guys heard? Steve "the crocodile hunter" Irwin died. Expat was his inspiration. Better known in his younger days as the "Mad Marauder of Mansfield" Expat was frequently seen tracking ruthless armadillos, or wrestling with the feared cinchilla. He started the campaign to tag and register all of the dangerous catfish in Mansfield. He also is well known for his efforts to protect the habitat, and begin a breeding program which aided the recovery(in progress) of the rarely seen grey squirrel. Oh, they broke the mold when they made Expat! That Crypto-Charlie guy got it right-I've seen Expat camping! He may be the youngest Eagle Scout in Annawon Council, but I bet he's forgotten a thing or two in the last 30 years since he's seen the inside of a tent. When he camped last tents were still made of cotton, and matches were "new fangled".
Hey Joe--thanks for the wine recommendations. Fr Steven told me that he stopped by to consult you. As an aside, and since this is the blob of internecine interaction, he did mention that he was wondering what happened to your hair. =)
If you'd like to know, consult the before and after of me. The before was taken on my honeymoon. I'll say no more.
[marching onward to 200]
A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Eygpt and is named "Ahmal". The other goes to a family is Spain; they name him "Juan". Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."
BAH!!!!!
Expat's waistline looks like he good use a good hike up a large mountain.
Moving toward 200!!!
I'm thinking he looks like Walter Selzak from "Come September". "Whatever personal gain I recieved was of secondary importance." Isn't that right Mr. Clavell??
Oh! 2-2-2-2-2! I forget to leave the tag-line. Anyone who has not seen "Come September", I highly recommend it. I have it to lend if you'd like. Rock Hudson, Gina Lolobirgida, Bobby Darin, Sandra Dee, and of course Walter Slezak.
Yes! I posted the same thing on both sites-read Expat's blob if you want an explanation. I'm not removing it because we are getting close!
Did you mean Sleestack from land of the lost?
Oh, and btw, Come Septembre is a wonderfull movie. I especially liked the drinking scene.
Why did we never camp out in front of an Italian Villa when we were young Brama bulls?
Did you forget we couldn't even afford to pay attention?
And you are right is is a bit like a Sleestack.
you know, I haven't been "slobbering drunk" in several days now. as a member of the white angle saxon protestant minority group, I'm offended.
You can't be offended Dr. F., you are a Republican. Only Democrats get offended. Moral turpitude and all.
Just twelve more to go!!
"we can do it, we can do it, we can help our..."
"die logger die" sung to the tune of 70s fav Silver Convention, "Fly, Robin, Fly"
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Up, up to the sky
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly Up, up to the sky
ARGHHH!!! CRUMBS!!!
There are crumbs on your face, on your shirt, on the table in front of you and on your plate!!!!
USE YOUR FLIPPIN' NAPKIN!!
I see the race is on...no one goes to lunch until we see post #200.
…from Washington state…reigns as King of the Lizardpeople in a vast underground cavern…shiny gifts and wonderfully tasty bug-morsels…. can spit poision up to ninety feet in any direction…one of the Muses of Olympus, until a freak accident involving a bucket of over-ripe peaches and…enough to keep any red-blooded woman happy…four thousand centuries as a torturer in the bowels of Hades…is actually an amorphous cloud of sentient plasma…attempting to build a space-displacement device out of a Speak-N-Math that will return …galaxy of Mxxymrxfry…an orphaned cinder-girl…made to sleep inside a breadbox every night, and forced to eat chicken bones…in a miniature nuclear fireball…
LS, obviously his fabulous hair stylist.
one more to go.............
Well, let's see if this is it. Fab posts-I've been busy, and just logged back on-wow impressive. 200 eh? how about 300?? A lot of folks have yet to post. Cheers Mike and Dr. Franklin! Cheers.
Congrats to all! We have reach an historic milestone!
By deleting my earlier empty post I have stolen your sweet tasting victory from you.
I am now the Master!
Master of 200 [bwahahahha]
Crap! Dr. F beat me too it.
bleh
Mike, I'm afraid you are not even the master of your own domain!
Ya both sound like acoupla girls. I hit 200 ya big sissies!
C-mon, c-mon, whaddya dooin'. I can takeya, with one hand even. Chicken. Ever'body's run away. We hit 200 and everyone's gone-skeedaddled!
Hey diddle-diddle, I'm fat in the middle,
I eat ice cream with two spoons.
Baked beans give me gas,
My pet bird's afraid of heights,
this poem makes me sound like a loon.
'twas brillig and the slithey toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe, all mimsy were the borogoves and mome rathe outgrabe. --Wait a minute, that's not me!
Mary, Mary's quite the fairy,
her mamma was a ---ok, now i'ts getting banal. I'd better stop now. Well, just one more.
*Ahem*(right index finger pointed sky ward, left arm behind the small of my back(right Spilly?)
Ode to the Sunflower:
Where o where bright flower,
on mountain high or valley floor
you get so tall you're like a door.
I've seen you yellow I've seen you gold, I've eaten your seeds-covered in mold.
When summer ends you day is done I'll step on you, just for fun.
-----Thank you-thank you(tears in eyes)
[Voraciously clip clapping, starring in wide-eyed wonderment, slightly drip drooling on my favorite skinny green leather tie]
BRAVO! BRAVO! I SAY BRAVO!
"Who was that man?" "That was no man, that was the GREEN ONION."
[sound from stage right} ooohhhh
Yes folks--the "Green Onion", star of stage, screen and burlesque show! He walks, he talks, he engages drain covers in lengthy conversations. Able to leap tall Daschunds in a running bound. Stronger than a Monarch butterfly. He's a gnat, he's an aerodrome-he's the Green Onion. Free with your purchase of this superhero you'll get a 5 piece steak knife set, guranteed to cut through a pound cake. We'll also send you free* a gourmet Irish pasta cook book(a 3.50lira value). But wait --there's more you'll also get this previously unreleased "mob hits" 8 track. Including the song stylings of such greats as John Gotti performing "singing in the rain", Myer Lansky singing "one for the road", Whitey Bulger doing a rendition of his famous "Mama". And of course Al Capone belting out "I get a kick outta kicking you." Call now!!
Another enormously successful- and historic- day on the blog comes to a close!
spilly, I thought you were a teacher?
Hey Spilly-what are you thinking?? 6 hours a day, 6months a year every conceivable day off-you "attend" work less than Dr. Franklin!!! I just happen to sit in front of a computer. I'm also juggling and saving the world from Islamist Extremeists while I'm Blobbing.(sticking tongue out) Bleah!
Bravissimo everybody. We've conquored 200. "To infinity and beeeyooooond!"
spilly, aren't you going to defend me?
I am indeed a proud papa. Dante asked: "Dad is that REALLY a tomato?" It is a magnificent specimen. I checked it against winners in the state for the 2006 tomato competition. I would have missed the top 5 but I scored just below it. The #1 was an Aussie at 3lbs. The #5 I think was also a Striped German at 2.02lbs. Thank you.
Are you still using the "natural" fertilizer?
Oh yeah, baby. I have a toilet seat propped up next to the plant.
nice work jo. I'm sure daisy is quite proud of you!
Will you be serving that up as a meal onto itself or will you be enjoying it "by the slice"?
thick and meaty. just the way daisy likes it.
Daisy said that it's so big we sould slice it and make (tomato)sanwiches out of it.
I bet she did.
The Tomato was delicious. Alas our camera has disappeared so there is no photo record of the dear. However, there are several witnesses, they are; 1)Linda, 2)Don Miguel. Also, we perhaps set an eggplant record yesterday, having worked for 3 hours slicing and cooking up eggplant and freezing it. Let me tell you that's a lot of eggplant. That's just what was ready to pick yesterday. If anybody wants some I'll have a dozen or so ready to pick in about a week.
Hey-we're on #222. Wasn't that the name of a bad black sitcom in the '80'S?
As is usual, spilly was WRONG and jo jo was CORRECT.
ROOM 222
Room 222 was a half-hour comedy-drama that aired on ABC from 1969-74. While seldom seen in syndication today, the show broke new narrative ground that would later be developed by the major sitcom factories of the 1970s, Grant Tinker's MTM Enterprises and Norman Lear's Tandem Productions. Mixing dramatic elements with traditional television comedy, Room 222 also prefigured the "dramedy" form by almost two decades.
The series was set at an integrated high school in contemporary Los Angeles. While the narrative centered around a dedicated and student-friendly African-American history teacher, Pete Dixon (Lloyd Haynes), it also depended upon an ensemble cast of students and other school employees. The optimistic idealism of Pete, guidance counselor Liz McIntyre (Denise Nicholas), and student-teacher Alice Johnson (Karen Valentine) was balanced by the experienced, somewhat jaded principal, Seymour Kaufman (Michael Constantine). These characters and a handful of other teachers would spend each episode arguing among themselves about the way in which to go about both educating their students and acting as surrogate parents.
A font of wisdom, you are, Dr. F.
It was you had it correct. I merely supplied the evidence to back you up againt the malicious charges made by spilly.
No, spilly. It appears we were both correct. I was just more right than you.
hey spilly, can it. I'm not further to the RIGHT then the next guy!
Oooh, this is good! This should give us new fodder to feed on!
don't you have young minds to ruin?
and Expat said you were a good for nothing....
he was wrong!
God Bless you spilly. i had no idea you were such a great American!
I must admit, this patriotic flair does surprise me too. Spilly has always demonstrated 'Greenpeace'esque tendancies. This is a shocking turn of events. But, like all good American ideas, she is right.
who's spilly voting for today? She looks like a DEVAL girl.
Roosevelt Johnson.
go Deval! 1 billion to UMASS!!!
its Deval vs. Muffy in November.
Very good Spilly.
Has everyone abandoned our hero?? Will no one come to his aid?? He has fallen and is nearly vanquished. Do not let the Saracin slit his throat.
Yeah, Baby Yeah!! Milhouse LIVES!!!! We can rebuild him-we have the technology. Pesky pixies pester no me.
Mill House
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