Out Of Scrilla

2196254-crybabywithsadfaceThis morning I feel like I need to come up with a way to generate some cash.  You see when I was young, I partied a lot, I spent foolishly, I made and spent huge sums of money with complete abandon.  Fur lined house slippers, electric dog polishers, cars, trucks, motorcycles … Oh well, you get the picture right?  

Now in what they call “The Golden Years” I need even more scrilla or cash.

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Closed Sites … Like Mind Socializing.


This year (which is incidentally better than half way over), I have learned some new tricks, smoothed out some new wrinkles in my life.  Learned if you see a notice on a FakeBook site and it says, “Closed Site” or something stating it is more or less private, then it would be a good deal to pass. 

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Why Do We Buy Into All This …

Old guyJust read a new survey that says “64% of Americans rate the honesty and ethical standards of members of Congress as low or very low.”  Which of course is most likely the lowest rating on record since the ancient times of Rome?  Congress now rates just below telemarketers or whale poop, and we all know that is at the bottom of the ocean. 

If you think this is bogus, consider this:  “Hillary has blond hair” … I rest my case y’honor. Continue reading

Up On My Soapbox Again …


Life beyond the TV tray … Supper time, the talking heads are on NBC telling me how good I have it, ABC is reporting “most everyone is dead,” and CBS says “these people are dead right now, they just don’t know it.”  FOX has a hard hitting expose on which Movie Star got out of the limo last night at the awards show sans her underwear. CNN?  Uh huh, don’t even get me started. Continue reading

Punked Out Again …


New President of Sony

My diatribe today will be like a Mini Skirt.  Long enough to cover the essentials, but short enough to hold your attention.  When I see all of these Executive Press Conference updates, all these smiling political monkeys telling me “it is going to be alright, we are on top of it.

I just wonder where I can buy the Med’s they are taking?

You ever notice that after a major crisis, how the government is quick to rush in and assign blame.  “They should have called me.  They did this last year to South Korea.  We know the who, what, where and why of it all.”  This would be what I refer to as the Pearl Harbor Syndrome, wait until the actual attack and then go to work.  Bark, bark goes the dog, and as usual, when he reaches the end of the chain, nothing is done.

Like it or not, this is why other countries are more successful than America.  They isolate a problem, they figure out a solution to the problem, and the old blame game never enters into it. 

This week the Sony Corporation caved and the entire world changed, and no one even noticed.

Would like to think this out some more, but I have to leave for my new job, it doesn’t pay to be late in this present economy.  I went to work for Weight Watchers on the Weekend (Stay hooked up on my regular gig during the week).  They are paying me seven dollars an hour.  I stand in the corner and they point at me and say stuff like … “If you keep eating do-nuts, this is what you are going to look like.”

Hey … It’s gas money, what can I say?

Right now I am so hungry, I could eat the rear-end out of a dead skunk.  But she won’t let me bring it in the house.  The vote is in, 1-1, the wife wins again.


No Longer A King

imagesThis morning I understand that I have been displaced as the undisputed Mega Maniacal Bus Board King of BCM.  This saddens me to some extent, but not much.  I checked out of there a long time ago, and have since, found greener pastures and solace in life. 

ROS is now king, long live ROS.

These days I concentrate on the things I love.  My old bus, “Be ye not the first to try the latest, nor the last to cast the old aside” is what my grandmother used to tell me, something truly special about being the owner of an old hoopie that is no longer in production

The smell of fresh rain on a country road in the summertime.
Songbirds in the tree on the westside of the house
The view from the top of the hill at the Riverside in Laughlin Nevada.

The husky sound of a woman’s laugh in the dark.
Little children at play.
Long stretches of two lane at dusk
the sound of a big Detroit workin a hill outside of Bozeman
fresh popcorn poppin,
mis-spelled words in Bus Conversion Magazines

Setting the Jake and listening to her bark as she drops off the hill.
High-dollar fuel, bad roads, lousy weather, take the edge off life
Aluminum wheels and shaved rivets
crowded truck stops and radared chicken fry’s
polished wheels excite my senses

I like the look of Albuquerque New Mexico after dark from the top of nine mile hill …
Same with Las Cruces and The College Exit in Henderson Nevada.
Porpoising on the Interstate in Wyoming, running I-20 east out of Houston.

Winning lottery tickets
(Hey … This is my whimsical dream, remember that.)
“It’s all downhill from Van Horn Texas.”
(Yeah sure)

Diesel mechanics who smile and say, “Ah, this aint nuthin.”

Halter tops and cut off Levi’s
Bacon fryin and the smell of burnt toast in the kitchen
(There you go Paul!),
M&M commercials
No one in line ahead of me at the fuel desk
mashed potatoes and dark rich gravy

The smell of diesel exhaust early in the morning
a cup of fresh brewed coffee.
Country Music, Miranda Lambert, Carrie Underwood
NASCAR, CMT Video’s, old time Rock n Roll
long, slow wet kisses in the dark,
Stories told late at night around a dying campfire

Cracker Barrel stores
Chrome shops,
Stainless Steel
the wife humming softly at the kitchen sink
fried apples in thick syrup.

And last:

Meeting another truck on a hill late at night, and he says, “Aint nuthin’ back there driver but a whole lot of dark.” 

All that … is a Windy Winter Day slice of life … Some of it even makes me smile.   As I am now officially aware that I am no longer a King, I shall ply my trade as a humble serf in the bus board Kingdom and stumble happily thru life.

I mean, who need’s all that childish crap?


Taxing Issues

PSA:  First off, yesterday I hit the publicize button on WordPress.com and after going thru all the procedures I discovered that the various sites had sent out all of this material (emails) to invite people and all this other crap.  Not that I am the sharpest knife in the drawer on most days, I did not know this was going to happen.  If it seriously inconvenienced you or caused you unnecessary concern, I apologize for that.   Please accept my sincere apologies if it did. (One of these days I will figure all this technical ____ out and all will be fine) erThis cartoon I came across this week has to me the “wrong flavor” to it.  It is misdirecting the information to reflect badly on people with income and I do not find that a fair representation of the facts.  For my part in it, I will tell you there are a great many people in this country that are worried about possible new taxes and asset taxing to generate income for all these pig’s in Washington who do not have the guts to take the hard steps necessary to end this mess (cuts in spending, start with defense and work your way down).

It is just not the rich that are worried, it is ALL OF US we all have a dog in this fight.


A good first start might be to get our priorities in order.  Define what is truly important and what is not.  Take a hard look at what is hanging us all out to dry and what we need to do in order to get by.  Media pundits call the state we’re in the “new normal.” What they mean is that we get used to things as they are. And if we don’t exactly get comfortable with the status quo, we feel like David in a battle against Goliath. 09-05-12 MadeInAmerica The numbers will bear me out.  We are 17th in math scores, 24th in the world on Health Care, we just okay’ed $155 million per year to Afghanistan for diesel, gasoline and jet fuel (for the next five years), this in a country where most of the population rides a !@#@# donkey to town.

You get a vote on that one … didn’t think so.

All we produce is debt … we are not going to get a second chance in Silicone Valley and everything we drill and bring to the surface, goes oversea’s to light up someone else’s house.  We are slowly eroding into nothing but a lousy third world debt ridden Democracy of losers.  Trust me, no one will be willing to follow a parked car, but they will all line up to pick our bones in the end.


As the fiscal showdown continues—with a little more than a month before a series of onerous automatic federal spending cuts and tax hikes go into effect—our national values and priorities are once again being tested. On the campaign trail, the president repeatedly called for directing to infrastructure the federal spending saved by ending the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, asking for those funds to support “nation building right here at home.”

Only one week before the election, he laid out his legislative agenda for a second term: addressing the federal deficit first, then moving on to infrastructure improvement and immigration reform. It’s clear that the president and many members of Congress understand that at the heart of the world’s largest and most innovative economies are advanced infrastructure networks.  So why do we continue to pump our assets and what little cash we can borrow and send it overseas?

When it all comes tumbling down because of apathy and neglect by our elected officials and the general public, all the rich people in the world will not be enough to save your sorry ass.  Let’s get honest and start reporting it the way it is, and not the way “we believe it to be.”

Tax that.


Thanks to American Progress Online for the cartoons. What folks have been reading this week at Creative Endeavors:

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The Worry Tree
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)
Good Decorations (audio)
Clear Blue Sky
You Don’t Smell Like Flowers (audio)
The End Is Near
Eagle Bus Project Files
12 Days Of Christmas (audio)
​Ramblings of a Retired Mind

Mellow Out

“Keep this on the Q.T. until we can get it up and running?”

Chill Out Dude:  Hard to believe, but it is has taken me literally a lifetime to learn how to mellow out, to not let the little things in life get to me.  Now it should be understood that I am not entirely successful at this practice, but I do try and get it right on a daily basis. 

Some days I win and on some days I do not.

Angry men studies have found are three times more likely to develop heart disease and six times more likely to suffer a heart attack before age 55.  Now I am never going to see 55 again, and I sure do not want any or part of that, so I try and stay cool.  Feeling that you’re constantly at war with idiots and villains gets your body stuck in the fight or at least in fight gear mode, a lot goes on during this process.

All of the hormones and toxins are released which raise your blood pressure and eats away at your vitals.  I figure the absolute best revenge on all these people that steal my joy in life, is just to ignore them and find my happy place.  No matter how hard they try, they cannot take that away from me.

The happiest people it seems work for the government.  Hard to believe.  Public servants as they used to be called (we all know different now, don’t we?) found more happiness in life.  The least happy employees work in agriculture, mining, internet firms and the media.

Might be because “they don’t have to do anything all day long?”

Curious Minds Want To Know:  A Florida bar denied transgender customers discount drinks on Ladies Night.  A lady, who was born male, said she and three transgender friends were told by a bouncer at the Florida bar that they didn’t qualify or Ladies Night “because you’re dudes.”  The bar has since apologized vowing to be a premier nightlife destination for everyone.  Now I guess my basic question here would be, “if they were born male, then how did the bouncer know this, if they were indeed dressed like women?”

Stop Whining:  All these largely middle class people that want the 1% to cough up their riches ought to stop and consider something.  On a global scale, the world has a terrible inequity problem, that is a given.  But the self proclaimed 99% do not seem to understand that by global standards, they are considered rich.  The average American family makes about 50% more than the world’s poorest families, many who live on less than $1.25 per day.

So stop your bitchin’ you have it better than most.

Rising From The Dead:  BCM, Bus Conversions Magazine is coming back  This weekend I got an email from one of the editors of the now defunct Bus Conversion Magazine formally of MAK Publishing, soliciting material from me for a start up of the mag beginning in September.

Now this rag, earlier this year, walked away from all of its obligations to its readership, arbitrarily voided their subscriptions and stopped publishing.  They also did not respond to emails, telephone or any other inquiries or communications and shut everyone out.  Not a nice thing to do to people regardless of your situation.

Now they are wanting “free contributions of material” to get it back on its feet and going again.  I especially got a kick out of this:  “All of this needs to be kept on the down-low so we can surprise our subscribers in September.”

That last quote I found particularly amusing.

On the down-low is an expression used mainly by black males, who are married, and are sneaking out at night to engage in sex with other men (in all fairness I suppose it could mean to cover something of a clandestine nature).  Perhaps it would have been more appropriate to have said “Keep this on the Q.T. until we can get it up and running?”

Being as they have in the past taken submitted material from me and NOT paid for it, I have no use for them or their two-bit poorly conceived rag.  One thing BCM and its people need to learn is, “Never forget the hand that helps you up, and the boot that shows you to the door.”  Nothing forthcoming from here, and because it is Mickey-Mouse in nature, I cannot see it surviving in the future.  Some people get lost in the woods, and some people get found.  This poorly written, sub-standard magazine is doomed from the start, new leadership or not.

This mailed out media-dog aint gonna hunt.

So that are it for Monday boys & girls, the good, the bad, and the ugly.  Just remember that four out of five people between the age of 9 and 21 at least temporarily show some form of mental illness.  This would be depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and of course, addictions.

Now look around the room.

If you haven’t learned to mellow out now, you should be thinking about it.