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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Rosie O'Donnell's Daughter Ran Away

REALLY?!  I am shocked. I'd run away, too.

By the way, is anyone surprised  Rosie O'Donnell's daughter has  mental issues?

Friday, July 24, 2015

People Have NO Respect (Shocking, I know)

I’d like to send out a hearty “Hi-de-ho” and a heartier “Fuck you!” to the oblivious, idiot people who walked on, pushed a stroller over and allowed the idiot kid with them to roam all over my freshly planted grass seed like it was a playground last night.

You know, that small area in my tree lawn with the fresh straw covering it? What did you think, that I was feeding the wild horses wandering the neighborhood? Leaving a snack out on the happenstance a meandering holstein cruised my street?

Hope you enjoyed the parade and the Lion’s Festival. Hope you choked on some home-fries and inhaled an elephant ear. Fucking morons and the people who raise them.

P.S. I know the targets of my derision will never see this, but just in case someone hears people talking about the crazy old bastard on his front porch cussing them out, yeah, that was me. People need to show some respect when they’re on other people’s property and think about more than just themselves and their own enjoyment. Every July our tree lawn becomes a trash receptacle. Last night, the trash had legs.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Arthur Ashe Courage Award To Honor Mentally Deranged Bruce Jenner

Because he had the courage to admit his mental defect, I reckon. Arthur Ashe should be spinning in his grave.

What Jenner should be receiving is The Kink's Lola Award. You are what equipment you are born with. Period. Growing boobs and wearing makeup and dresses DOES NOT make you a woman.

Whoever the committee members are that choose the award recipient, should also have their mental status' evaluated.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Ignorance Is Burning Your Own City Down In Support Of A Criminal

I have a high school education, military technical training, and over half of century of life experience and absolutely no understanding of how burning and looting your city have any impact on "justice" for a dead criminal.

The more this happens, the more ignorant the reactions appear. With a very few exceptions, no one has died that didn't instigate the whole process by first being a criminal and then further their own demise by refusing to cooperate with the response to their criminal activity, regardless of race. I.e., following law enforcement directives which resulted from that criminal activity.

Don't act like a thug and you won't die like a thug. This includes rioting and looting in response to a thug's injury or death. Breaking the law has consequences. Breaking more laws in response to criminal activity makes less sense than the original offense. You aren't expediting justice. You are perpetrating ignorance. Burning down and/or looting your neighborhood makes you as criminally guilty as the thug for which you claim to be requiring justice. And makes you appear more ignorant and uneducated.

Don't commit acts which will draw the attention of law enforcement and law enforcement won't interact. It IS that simple. No one has died that didn't instigate the involvement of LEO by their own actions. Don't live as a criminal, don't die a criminal.


Friday, February 20, 2015

Not Only Is It Cold In Northeast Ohio...

...but, Hell may have frozen over.

I have a Twitter account. Yep I have zipped into the 21st Century kicking and screaming all the way. O.K, grumbling and sneering is closer to the truth. I still think that 99% of the twitosphere is garbage, much like the blogosphere, but it has it's uses. I suppose.

My view of Twitter was always, "What the fuck?! NOBODY needs to be that connected. There is so much garbage on there, who needs that? Well, nobody needs it. Nobody. But, a new local talk show started this month by a local host on a Cleveland radio station and the primary communication to the show is through Twitter. And I wanted to be able to contribute my 2 cents occasionally.

So, I'll not be some major contributor (Tweeter?) to the ubiquitous Tweetscape but, I will occasionally Tweet (sorta like I occasionally blog) when the mood strikes.

I have yet to register my cell phone to Twitter as I currently receive enough bullshit calls to it w/o inviting even more opportunities for the spammeister fucks to bombard me even more. Fucking telemarketers ruin everything, don't they?

So, if you are so inclined to send this twit a tweet, you can do so @DanOinOhio.

Cheers all, and until next time, SEE ya.  

Saturday, January 31, 2015

I'll Show You How To Walk The Dog

Briskly! When it's 5F(ucking) degrees out. Foster dog is spoiled. When overnight or daytime temps are below 25F I let him inside. Which means taking him out every few hours to let him turn the snow yellow & brown and to remind him why I'm letting him stay inside when his testicles shrivel.

Doing this chore after drinking straight bourbon for 3 hours is some what of a challenge on the ice and snow. I've so far managed to stay on my feet, but I imagine it 's a AFV moment for any neighbors who may happen to peer out their windows at just the right moment.

On the weekend especially, I like to make the last bourbon ballet as late as possible to allow me the luxury of sleeping in before the morning excursion out in the frigid frontier.

I will be strongly recommending a return to rightful owner before the next season of sub-freezing temps. I prefer to remain inside myself on such cold nights. I'm too old for this shit.