CLASSIC

December 17th, 2014

I’ll not mince my words here……..my top two favorite columnists are Thomas Sowell and Walter Williams……for years now nearly every column I’ve read by either of these two men has been somewhere between “very good” and “positively outstanding”…….there have been multiple columns by each man that to me were beyond any and all doubt “positively outstanding”, or in my opinion, columns that should really be classified as “classic”……..and this column is the latest one by Walter Williams that I really think should definitely be classified a “classic”.

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HEARING

December 15th, 2014

OK, not hearing anything at all is a very bad condition and can be, and sometimes is, very dangerous………..however, I gotta think that “hearing wrong”, meaning one thinks he/she heard one thing, but they did not really hear the real word or words that were actually said……..therefore what one thinks one heard, but did not, can easily result in a response that might be a bit dangerous, although the response is more’n likely to quite often be a bit humorous or else just plain embarrassing………such as this example told to me by a nurse during her prepping me for one of my most recent medical procedures………..she said she was in a medical procedure room much the same as the one we were currently in, when she heard the doc tell her to go put on a gown and bring back a certain “specific medication” (sorry, but I simply cannot even about to remember the medication’s name), so she promptly left the room, put on a surgical gown, got some of that “specific medication” and was back in a flash, when then the doc asked her what the heck had she been doing?…….just what you told me, she said told him, putting on a gown and getting some of that “specific medication”………no, no, he said…….I said put on a gown and then turn on some music! (yeah, yeah, I suspect this “specific medication” had a name sounding at least a tiny bit like “turn on some music”…….and since this nurse said this all happened over 10 years ago, I quickly and closely eyeballed her ears and I was thankful….or so I think…….that I was unable to see any aids sticking out of her ears…….never-the-less, thereafter I tried to speak a bit louder……after all, at that time she was holding a needle in her hands.

OK, I’ve had lots of mis-hearing mis-haps over the years, some were funny and some not so funny and a few were almost dangerous…….but after hearing her story I of course elected to tell her about my most recent mis-hearing episode…..one that I classify as a little bit humorous while being a big bit embarrassing……..the wife and I were at a Honda dealership where the salesman had brought around a new Honda Civic for her to sit in and look over its interior while I was simply sitting in the front passenger’s seat just listening to his sales pitch……..but when he pointed to something on the lower left dashboard (where I could not see) and proudly put a name to it…….well, in my defense, I did sit there for several seconds before my immense curiosity got the better of me…….I mean really, I knew I must have mis-heard what this salesman had called this thing, yet I could simply think of no other word that I thought he’d said other than a “Nissan” button…….so but of course I asked him just why the heck would a Honda have a “Nissan” button on it?…………well, now it was his turn to think he’d mis-heard me, but after I repeated myself several times he finally saw the light……the button in question he said quite loudly, was called a “NeoCon“(sorry, my bad, correct to “ECON” button…….it was at that point that I simply shut my mouth and let my wife ask any and all questions thereafter while I went back inside the dealership to sit’n sip real close by their free coffee machine.

And just several months ago, when another old codger and myself were way up about 2/3 of the way to the end of this way, way back creek or whatever it may be (Devil’s Gut it’s called) , it’s end we were looking for being the point where it starts out from the Roanoke River a short distance downstream from Williamston, NC, whereupon at this 2/3 point up it we came across this monster log laying flat out straight across the whole dang Devil’s Gut……there being only two things to do, one to turn around and go back from whence we came, the other being to simply rev up my outboard motor to its maximum power and simply jump the boat, along with us in it. all the way over that dang monster log……I mean really, this monster log must have recently fallen from almost right off’n the bank’s edge since most of it’s limbs were still sticking up and with green leaves still on’em on our righthand side, while the lefthand side had this monster’s trunk at about 3 or 4 inches under the water and for 5 or 6 feet of it there were no limbs at all to worry about……..so real quick like I decided to rev up my outboard motor and go for jumping the dang thing……hey, it would not be the first time, nor even the second or third time I’ve jumped over logs laying just below the water’s surface…..so anyhow, by this time I was questioning if I’d made my decision to jump a bit too late, but then what with me thinking I’d heard my old codger buddy yell “go, go, go”……. rev her up is what I did…….unfortunately the boat stopped about 2 to 3 feet short of going all the way across Mr. Monster Log……..so there we sat…..and then  I stood up to more closely look over our somewhat unpleasant situation……and that’s when I can only suppose I had an “old codger’s stumbling spell” since I fell on my left side onto a ledge inside the boat……..oh yeah, it did hurt me some kinda bad, but not bad enough to keep me from acting heroic long enough to step out of the boat and onto that dang Mr. Monster Log, whereby I promptly and easily pushed the boat on over all the way across that super sapsucker of a log………only later did I learn that my old codger buddy had not been yelling “go, go, go”, but had been hollering “no, no, no”……..oh  well, too bad he’s not likely to ever experience the pleasure of a cracked rib, although I understand he’s beginning to have his own troubles of sometimes “not really hearing what he thought he heard”.

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DREAM

December 15th, 2014

Ah, I truly like to learn that there are others who have a dream very similar to my own………the author of this column apparently being one of those “others”………..since at the moment I can think of nothing to add to his dream, then for now allow me to just say it is almost the same as my own dream.

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WONDER

December 14th, 2014

For quite some time I have been aware of the very lopsided reporting of our mainstream media, certainly whenever it was reporting a story that involved persons of different races……so for some time now whenever there’s no clarifying picture with the story, unless the story actually specifies the race of those involved, then I always assume the bad person in the story to be of a certain race…………..after reading this column I doubt that I’ll ever even bother to wonder anymore about the race of persons involved when it’s not revealed in the story……..in fact, the fact that many if not most, stories such as those referenced in this column, never even make it into our national mainstream media’s limelight, I am hoping does not keep my own blood boiling for longer than my body can possibly stand it.

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ZINGERS

December 12th, 2014

It took me several seconds of reading this column, before I came to realize that there were indeed some real zingers in it……..mind ya now, not zingers thrown at me, but zingers I wish had thrown myself………so anyhow, should you happen to read this column, then please be plenty alert for catching……and hopefully….. enjoying the zingers in it as much as I did.

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RECEDIVISIM

December 9th, 2014

Before saying anymore, I think the fair thing for me to say first, is that my following comments are mostly meant only for those over 50 years or more of age.

I have come to the conclusion that going to see a doctor is a lot like going to jail, or prison, if ya prefer……..meaning you will almost for sure be going back to see either your first doc or else a different doc again and again, before, if you’re lucky, you are allowed to stay away from’em for at least a short while, although even then it’ll more’n likely be with a conditional parole stuck on your shoulders……….yeah, if’n you are lucky enough to manage to get even one full year free from and and all docs, then count your blessings……yep, just like with ex-jail birds and/or time-served prisoners, after one has lived over “50 times 12 months”, a person’s “seeing of doctors” can justifiably be called rampant “recedivism”.

Now mind ya though, it ain’t the doctors here that I am complaining about, nope, not in the least…….it’s really the living for over “50 times 12 months” that’s the cause of this “recidivism”……yeah, once one has survived this much time of living, well, without those docs calling us back and back and back and then back again, well, far fewer of us would ever get to live through “60 times 12 months”, much less make it to the fourth quarter.

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34

December 8th, 2014

I am almost positive it’s been at least 20 plus years since I was last able to fit into pants with a 34 inch waist……and by “fit”, I mean without having to “suck in”, “hold in” or otherwise suffer some waistline discomfort of some kind………but yesterday I tried on a new pair of dungarees with only a 34″ waist…….they fit so great that I promptly did a very awkward dance of joy and immediately went to ripping off all the store tags still on’em……..then promptly put’em through the washer and dryer………tried them on again…….and………well…….sure glad they had those “stretch strips” in their waistband…….yeah, cause thanks to those stretch strips I can still wear’em in comfort……no, seriously, I do not in the least have to “suck in” or “hold in” or otherwise suffer any waistline discomfort at all…….in fact, I could quite easily go “belt-less” if that happened to be the current trend……and with no fear of showing my rear due to a loose waistband letting my pants fall off………however, be it noted that I best really watch what I eat or else I’ll soon be back to wearing my 36′ers.

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CUTE

December 8th, 2014

OK, so it makes no mental challenge toward making one think deep thoughts on a serious subject, but then again, in a way it actually does……yeah, once my brain woke itself up, well, there does seem to be some deep meaning within some of this column……never-the-less, much of it, I was at first inclined to simply label as “cute”…….but after re-reading between the lines of it and then after a bit more thinking upon it, well, it slowly came to me that there are indeed some very serious points in it that the author manages to make………..unfortunately for me the author is a lot more versatile in how she presents these points, than I am in being able to clearly and quickly see them.

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PEELING

December 7th, 2014

This column does a very good job, at least in this instance and in my opinion, of doing what I call “peeling back the covers”………..a phrase that to me means “removing the top bedspread laying there all nice and neat, to see what’s more’n likely hidden underneath it”……..quite often one will find anything from a minor mess to a major mess underneath simply by peeling back the bedspread, or in other words, digging a bit deeper than the top layer of all news stories……..which is something it seems today most of our mainstream media rarely does…….certainly it seems to me that very few Democrats, Liberals or Progressives ever even bother to peel back the bedspread on any news story, certainly now when it seems to support whatever it is they’re wanting to do…..hence neither they nor most of the mainstream media rarely reveals more than the top layer of any story or issue, which is why it is so very easy for them to keep right on fooling so very many folks with the nice and neat bedspread they lay out to cover their massive messes that are laying just below the visible surface, therefore continuing to fool a vast number of voters, even legit ones, mainly because they are far too concerned with their TV shows, movies, sports game results and whatever it might be that their current favorite celebrity might be up to, to take the time to peel back a bedspread, or even a sheet or two, to see the real truth staring them in the face……….and yes, I really believe that even our educational system today is turning out plenty of young people who upon seeing these truths would more’n likely change their minds real quick like, if only they weren’t so dang deeply involved in doing the things I’ve already mentioned that they simply refuse to take the time to do some “peeling”.

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HEELS

December 4th, 2014

Since it seems all my doctor’s weigh-in nurses have now determined my height to be 5’6″, well, I suppose I should go along with’em and so henceforth I’ll only claim to be only 5’6″ vice the 5’8″ that for over 70 years I had a legitimate claim to……         in their dang forms I have to fill out on each and every visit……..however, I am now looking to find me some heels, very high heels, that’ll somehow or the other be built into my shoes to where they’re not at all noticeable………….but then I’ve run into another problem that so far I have been unable to solve, that being that my wife is flat out refusing to teach me how to walk in high heels shoes………so now if I do get such shoes, I’m wondering how many bone breaking falls and how long a time it will take for me to learn on my own how to walk real steady and in a straight line when wearing them……..and too I’m wondering if I can even survive such a trial and error method………and then too there’s this……..I have some serious doubts about being able to get me a pair of bedroom slippers with the same high heels in them……I figure, not likely……so since I could not quickly adjust to so many different heights for my every day walking around……such as being without any heels at all, then the low heels of bedroom slippers and then the glory of the high heels of my shoes………nah, my “quick to adjust” factor is now way, way too low, therefore to all you weigh-in nurses of the world, I give up, I agree to stay stuck with being a short shrimp of just 5’6″……..but now I detest that tall “play pretend” fellow of 5’7″, Tom Cruise, more than ever.

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