My Fellow Americans……2

Well,Well,Well…. Mister Donald Trump… I just have to make a few comments about his latest “hoopla”

DONNIE,DONNIE,DONNIE you have a strange way of saying things,Most I agree with but this shit about blocking all Muslims from entering our country is to say the least is the dumbest thing I have heard out of any Presidential Candidate regardless being Republican or Democrat.Do you want to undermine our Constitutional rights? Freedom of religion or lack of is one of our Constitutional rights.   What you should be saying is: “We should block anyone regardless of their Religious believes,who are refugees coming from any country that ISIS is in control of any part of the said country.” But then again they have control over parts of almost every mid eastern country. Now I firmly believe all refugees from these country’s should be monitored every day they are here.But who will monitor them? Our government cannot because of our Constitutional rights to Religion. They have to be monitored by their peers , others of their faith which means we the taxpayers will not have to foot the bill to support them.If this is not done you know our government will be paying for the refugees places to live,food,clothing,education,medical bills,transportation and maybe even give them employment you know,the things they won’t do for American Citizens.

So much for DONNIE….

Now back to our President :Just one question for you tonight,since the San Bernardino shootings by Syed Rizwan Farook and Tashfeen Malik,have you changed your mind about Americans who wish not to allow the immigrants refuge in the U.S. are afraid of widows and orphans? That’s not only stupid,but I believe it’s just a little sexist ! This act of terrorism was done by a man and his wife! Yep,you guessed it she was a female,a woman not a widow perhaps but it shows everyone that acts of terrorism can be played out by a woman regardless if they are single,married or widowed! And as far as the orphans,have you not been watching any news programs,domestic or abroad? Have you not seen ISIS training the children? They beat,kick, yell and scream at these poor little guys until they have their heads so screwed up it’s not funny,so yes they will have to be monitored for the rest of their lives because you or no one else know for sure which of these orphans were sent by ISIS! Now I see why you are so scared of ISIS you can’t even call them by the name they have chosen for their group.Just who the hell is this group you call ISIL ? Hell maybe that’s why your so called plan isn’t working,your after the wrong group of people.

Ill be back with more tomorrow folks,I’m  getting so mad I might say something that is not true…..

“My fellow Americans…….”

I have a few things to get off my chest.

The first thing I would like to address to our President: Mr. Barack Obama

Well damn man you finally admitted what we all knew,your Plan against terrorism isn’t working !

Your plan was to “Target” ISIS Leaders. You evidently don’t have any common sense! First of all you have not realized this would not work until the killings in San Bernadino .

You evidently was thinking Cut off the head and the body dies, Wrong! The first thing is you should ask yourself is the enemies state of mind.Their mindset is to kill and die a Martyr.

Just for your information the definition of Martyr is : A person who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs.In their eyes being a Martyr (in their minds) is the highest standing honor they can acquire.Simple logic is when one of the leaders die there are thousands of his followers who would take his or her place to have the honor of being the next Martyred leader.Common sense dictates that ISIS is not the normal type of “army” you evidently think they are,one that will back off and quit because of their leader being killed.

You sir in my book are ignorant to the problem that faces you.If it is not too late you better get your head out of your ass and confront these people as the animals they are.You cannot attack them individually as seen in many news broadcast,just destroying a truck here a Humvee there and a jeep somewhere else. They have to be taken out in numbers ( an action we as the American people have not been seeing done). If you have been doing this then show us! Do you think for one moment ISIS is going to come over here and just pick off our leaders? Hell no! They will come with the idea of killing as many people as as they can with as few perpetrators as possible.I also thought of your reasoning for stricter gun control.Let’s just look at this for a minute: Oh boy,we will stop people who are on the no fly list from purchasing guns and at the same time pass a law that will prohibit the average concerned citizen from purchasing semi automatic and fully automatic weapons…. This is the biggest joke I have personally heard you tell since becoming our President ! You have very little knowledge if any of the criminal activities that plague our country.Even if you take every single gun out of every household in the United States , criminals(and ISIS) will get them.So this would not be a wise thing to do. I’ll leave you too ponder on this subject for a while, I have more important things than to sit here and try to educate someone that is as stupid as you to do at the moment.I’ll get back to you later have a MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

Ok, now for a few things that are hitting the people closer to my home.

Hmmmm,let’s talk a bit on our budget problems….The biggest problem with our budget seem to be sitting behind the desk in Springfield ! Better yet they are not in Springfield trying to solve our budget problems!  We as the people who has voted these worthless bastards in office should be ashamed of them and ourselves , we have no one else to blame.The cure for this kind of bullshit would be to have a law that our elected officials be limited by a one year term, Then when they don’t do their jobs that the were elected to do they would not be given the chance to serve another year without being voted back in office. You can bet your sweet ass they would be in Springfield doing their jobs. Also it should be a law that our “lawmakers” cannot vote themselves a pay raise! This should be done by the voters on an individual basis determined by their accomplishments or failure while in office.

While I’m ragging on these ASSES let me give a few more things for everyone to chew on for a while,Why is it they get payed for not doing their job? Let them start at our minimum wage, payed for time they are actually doing what they were elected to do and work up from there.Also their retirement funds and pensions should be set according to their pay the same as everyone else.You know what would fix our budget in a hurry? Make both parties sit in their seats and come up with a plan and not get to go home until a budget plan has been passed,you can bet your sweet ass things would get done before Christmas Day!

OK, I have a few days left so,,,,,,, I have too many fires burning ( real fires in my back yard) to be sitting here flapping my jaws. I’ll be back on tomorrow night with more,until then BYE BYE………

 

 

New Gallery

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As you can see to the right,I have added a new Photo Gallery.

I would like your opinion on it. It opens in “My Art” and has a little red “My Photos ” in the top right hand corner if you want to view my photos that I like.

There will be more albums and Photos added later,but for now I have to investigate all the options.and the old Galleries will be removed.

 

Just doing a little house cleaning!

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So if you are spammers,just stay away,if you are truly a person who is interested in what I have to say there should be no reason not to use your real names.

I know this little request is not hard to understand and I may post a lot more than I do if I know I have an honest audience to write for.

Thank you.

Larry (AKA) Some_1_2_talk_2

Four Days Shot

I wake in the morning,rise from bed ready to meet the day…..

“ Mom,can I just have a bowl of cereal today I’m not really hungry and want to get to school early today? My friends and I would like to play before classes start”. “I really wish you would have a decent breakfast son but if that is what you want, ok”.

I eat quickly and head out the door to meet my friends on  the way to school. We meet up,Johnny,Bob,Jim and I.We walk and laugh at each others jokes,kicking a can someone has threw out in the street.We get to school and play a few silly child games before the first bell rings Then we enter the building still giggling over some silly remark Jim made.We all go through the daily routine and can’t wait for the end of the school day.

The final bell rings,we hit the doors running with the anticipation of having a little fun before we head for home.I suggest we go through the park,it’s on our way and mom wouldn’t care if I was a little late getting home and the park is a safe place to play a quick game of tag or hide and seek. There are people sitting on benches,jogging and other children playing on the playground swings.

The afternoon goes quickly faster than a child like me realizes.Before we knew it the sun was going down and it would be dark soon. “We better head out guys or we will be up to our eyes in trouble!” So we head for home.Bob and Jim went in one direction towards their homes,Johnny and I in another.Johnny soon left my side and walked towards his house,I had a few more blocks to walk and it was now dark.I knew I would be getting a well deserved spanking when I got home,so I was in no hurry.

The next thing I knew a car came speeding up the street.I hear a loud “CRACKKK” and feel something burning in my chest.It never really hurt,just a burning sensation then my body went numb and I fell to the ground.I lay there in the street unable to move,unable to speak.It was dark,my eyes were wide open but I couldn’t see.”My god what is wrong with me?” I said to myself. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came along. A woman that I haven’t seen before came up to me and started screaming.

What’s going on?” I ask,but she doesn’t answer.The next thing I know there are a bunch of people running around,crying screaming and yelling.I’m laying there asking “What’s wrong? What’s going on, why wont you people answer me? Then I hear a siren off in the distance,getting louder and louder then they go quiet.Now there are people squatting down next to me,one cutting my shirt off with a pair of scissors while another checks my pulse and said “No pulse!” and starts pushing on my chest.I feel the pressure but no pain.Then it’s like I fall into a deep dark sleep,and awaken inside of a moving vehicle with loud howling sirens blaring in my ears.That same person is still pressing on my chest counting 1,,2,,,3,,,4 Then all goes black again.

The next thing I see is my mom and dad standing beside me crying “Please don’t cry mommy.” I said but she kept crying “Please don’t cry daddy.” I said with still no response from either.Then all goes black again.

When I can see again I see the sun shining through a window,I’m cold but not a cold I have ever felt before. The next thing I know there is a man and a woman standing next to me.I hear them talking but can’t make out what they are saying.I ask “Who are you and what is wrong with me?”Again no answer and they pull a cover over my face and the darkness returns as I hear the slamming of a metal door.It seemed like an eternity before I seen anyone again.

This time there is a strange man cleaning me up and dressing me in my Sunday clothes and me wondering what the heck is going on.Then the darkness comes again as I watch something closing over my body,is it a door? I don’t know. “What is going on?’’” I ask myself. “Why won’t anyone talk to me? What have I done to make people so mad at me they won’t answer me when I ask them questions?”

I see they light of day again with people walking up to me whispering something to me but I can’t make out what they are saying,I try to rise but can’t move,I try to talk but can’t speak,I cry but no tears are falling.Then I realize it has gotten dark again.

The next thing I see is a bunch of people are sitting in front of a box covered with flowers,a man reading something from a bible and the people are crying.I feel a warmth come over me and a hand touch my shoulder.Only then do I realize that I am looking down on this crowd of people,not laying down,not standing next to or in front of them.I turn slowly around to see who’s hand was on my shoulder.There stood a man,smiling at me and he said “Look my child, those people are your family and your friends.They have came to show you that you are loved and to let you will be missed here on Earth”.

Then I began to understand what was happening.I knew I had been shot and had died and began to cry.The man took my hand in his and said “ Come my child it’s time,our father is calling us home”.

Am I Crazy……? Part Four

In my previous post on this section I talked about the past years but this post is about the present.

We just had our Halloween trick-or-treat time of year 17 days ago.I wanted to say a bit about how things went here in the “Big City”.

First thing,let me just tell you the way it used to be then the way things are now. During my childhood days here in Bryant,Illinois on Halloween was much,much different. It used to be two nights of trick-or-treating,the night before and Halloween night.We would leave our house and within an hour we would have a huge paper grocery bag filled to capacity with candy.

Now it is just a few people who pass out the “goodies” to children.It seems like no one gives a hoot anymore.This is really disappointing to those children who does not have a way to go out of town.It used to be fun but now it is complicated.My wife and I were married on Halloween and used to have family and friends over for a wienie roast after the kids all done the trick-or-treat thing. Now we have to schedule the event for a night when everyone can have a night off from work and the kids have a day off from school.Weekends work well for the children but not all the parents have weekends off.So here we go again,another year past and a new one will be starting.We always try to make plans so all our grandchildren will be able to go to other area towns (it’s hard to organize 20 grandkids at once).

 Things are complicated nowadays but one day (and night) out of the year I truly wish we could have things the way they were: October 31

To be continued………

Am I Crazy……? Part Three

I remember there were nine businesses in town,three Bars,three Stores, a Steakhouse, a Gas Station and a Greenhouse

THE STORES:

“Bernice’s Store” was more than just a store,she also sold gas, Sinclair Gas (you know the one with the big green brontosaurus on their sign).Also she had a small diner.Bernice Dugan owned and ran this early version of a Casey’s (Maybe that’s where Casey”s got their idea).

“Bobo’s Store”(which was located directly across the highway from Bernice’s) It was ran by Jim and Clyde Bobo.This store was a General grocery store.

“Carl Lee’s Store’ this store was ran by Carl Lee (or as us kid’s used to call him “Ping-a-Ling).Us kid’s would always stop in there and purchase candy and what-not after school.Well that and to tease him.He would always run us out with his meat cleaver but we all knew he would never use it on us (or would he?lol).

“Laird’s Gas Station” this was ran by Gene and Guy Laird.They had gas,kerosene,oil and groceries.They were pretty good about giving a person credit on groceries and gas,imagine that,credit for gas when it was only 32 cents per gallon).

“Laird’s Greenhouse” the greenhouse was owned and ran by Helen and Clyde Laird I can remember this greenhouse as the big glass (not plastic or fiberglass as most are now) building between route 100 and the railroad tracks. Hmmm,I can’t believe with the rocks available at the tracks it lasted so long but people were different back then and thoughts of throwing rocks at it probably never crossed there minds. I guess that goes to show you our small town was and is full of good neighbors (and children).

THE BARS:

“The Brick Tavern” was owned and Operated by Ray and Margaret (SP) Walters.(I started with Ray and Margaret because by the time I got the balls to go in they were the owners). Ray and Margaret were like second parents to us kids and damn good friends with us even up into our adulthood.We had some damn good times there playing pool,shuffleboard and even foosball.The Brick was also the place where we were introduced to our first video gaming experience “PONG”. Wow we,ve come a long ways since then lol.(WE MISS YOU VERY MUCH RAY AND MARGARET!)

“Ma Casters”(SP) This is what we called this bar it might have been “Mom Caster’s”for all I know. I’m not too familiar with this bar because it was always considered a rough place.It had to have at least one fight every weekend if not every night. So needless to say it was no place for children.

“Virginia’s Tap”(earlier known as Humphrey’s) This bar was ran by Virginia Tomic , the mother of a friend to us kids.There were a lot of Army games played by us kids there lol.I never hung around in the bar much hell we were outside playing those war games.

“Britz’s Steakhouse” This establishment was owned by John Britz and later by “Boots”and Sophie Phillips.It was a real nice place with a bar just inside the front entrance and a large dining area just past the bar.Our family would order tenderloin takeout all the time.In my teen years I enjoyed hanging out with the kitchen staff.I know that sounds strange but they were all friends of mine.

That just about covers the businesses as I remember them (You may remember things a little different ).So until next time,keep those memories and I’ll try to keep mine.

Inpaint

Inpaint by TeoreX
I used to have an earlier version of this program until I had a computer crash,so I was glad Giveaway of the Day had it up again yesterday!
I love this program,it is fun and simple (mainly fun)to use.Below I will add a before and an after photo of a squirrel I have removed from it.

There are six (6) steps to removing an object:

Step 1:open file (picture you want to work on)

Step 2: Click on “select” and “Mask”

Step 3: Using the red dot select(trace over) the object you wish to remove.

Step 4: Click on “Deselect” and “Mask”

Step 5: Use the dot to remove the “Donar (green box)from areas you don’t want to clone as a replacement for the obect you wish to remove.

Step 6:Click the “Erase”button,this will remove your object and replace it with the cloned replacement(everything under the green you left on.

It may take a few times to get the hang of it,but it is a fun program.
Inpaint tutorial can be found in “Help” at the top of the program.

As I stated above “I love this program”,I use it strictly for removing unwanted objects from photos(once you use it you will know why.

BEFORE??????????????

AFTER

Little "Mamma"

If you ever get a chance to purchase the Inpaint program you should or maybe Giveaway of the Day will have it up for grabs again some day!

Am I Crazy……? Part 2

I’m back again with more!

I think all small towns have their very own town drunks,and we had ours.The two most memorable ones I remember were “Ioane(pronounced : eye-own) andGeorge”. The reason I remember these two is because They walked past our house on their way to the bar (or bars). We had three bars in our town ( four if you counted the bar in Britz’s Steak House) I don’t believe they ever made it to the steak house lol.Then every afternoon or evening when the embarked on the long stumble back home. It seems that almost every night one or the other would end up in the ditch just outside our bedroom window (in those days me and three brothers shared a bedroom).We would look out the window when we heard someone say “Shit!”, “Damn” and sometimes “Help” and alert our father  “ Dad,The old drunk is laying in the ditch again”.It was an every night thing,which wasn’t bad during the dry parts of summer but on those long rainy days that old ditch would fill with rain water.During the winter the ditch would be drifted over with snow. Either scenario could lead to disaster if “Ioane” or “George” would fall into the ditch or as “George” would sometimes say “resting”. With our vigilance they were always rescued and sent or helped down the street to their houses.

Now old “Ioane” she had a peculiar question she would always ask people either at the bars or even in the streets…”Hey mister,you got a cigarette?” (she would pronounce it  cigar-reat ).She would ask this even though she clearly had one tucked behind her ear lol.

Old “George” never really had any certain verbal sayings in particular that I can remember but one thing he did have was his magnificent white handlebar mustache! He looked like he just stepped out of an old western movie set.Only he was wearing modern times clothing and a Stetson hat instead of a cowboy hat.

I don’t remember what ever became of “ Ioane” I believe she was eventually sent to a nursing home in Canton,Illinois. As for “George”, one day we saw an ambulance come by home heading to his house and later seeing the ambulance attendants bring him out covered head to toe with a sheet.We all knew we would never see him again.

I’ll have to ask around and find more stories about these two or wait till I can find some more about them tucked away in the back of my memory files.

Until then,I hope you enjoyed meeting a few more of my childhood memories.

Am I Crazy……?

Am I Crazy…?

This is the question I ask myself every time I start to think of the days when life was much simpler as a young boy.

Am I crazy for remembering the fun, the freedom,the lack of fear? I remember more about my early childhood than I do of recent years.Am I just blocking out the fears of my every day life as an adult? My memories of the days when the only thing I was really afraid of was walking the distance from our back door to the outhouse (located way across the back yard near the alley under the huge gigantic weeping willow next to the freezer shed and garage) in the dark.[for those of you who are too young to remember an outhouse is a small building consisting of a closed in bench type seat with anywhere from one to three holes for sitting on to go to the bathroom].

We had no fear of being out and about at anytime of the night because back then you just knew your neighbors and the whole town would know exactly where you were and what you were doing.Back then we had no fear of being attacked or kidnapped by anyone because we always had a group of three or more kids that were with us and a whole town of people who actually liked the kids enough to report to each others parents of our whereabouts.

Back then we as children had it made,we were very lucky to grow up in that period of time. How many kids  can say that now?

I can remember when I was a kid we never had to worry about some kid getting pissed at you and either pulling a gun or a knife on you.It was as simple as going out behind the school house and having a good ole fist fight.By mornings light both kids would be like nothing happened,friends once more.

I  can remember walking to school in the mornings with friends joining in on the walk and arriving at school in one big group.We never shunned anyone be they rich,poor,male or female.School back then was much simpler also.We respected our teachers,learned the three R’s plus music sports and most importantly “RECESS”.

I can remember that the teachers were your friends even when you got into trouble and was confronted with by the principal and his paddle. You knew you were in the wrong and got what you deserved. But even then you regarded the principal as a friend.

I can remember when the most important planning we done as children was deciding what game we were going to play that afternoon after school or exactly where we were going to go fishing and camping that weekend.Hunting was important also but that came later in childhood and we never really had to plan on where we were going to do that because we knew no matter where we went we were welcomed by the land owners.

I can remember a lot of things from early childhood,but what I remember most is the friendships with not only the children but with their parents and our own.I remember the fights between the brothers and sisters and ten minutes later playing tag,kick the can or mother may I.

I can remember scooping coal into the basement through the coal room window,and then into the furnace via the coal hopper on the stoker box.The worst part of having a coal furnace was removing the ashes or “klinkers” as we called them.The heat was terrible but it had to be done or the furnace would clog up with the ash and smother out the flames then fill up with coal from the stoker.

I can remember riding to our grandparents farm near Cuba in the back of the old “59” Dodge pickup.Down them dusty bumpy back roads,occasionally getting caught in a sudden down pour.We always thought that was fun lol. Some times we were lucky enough to be hauling several crates of expired milk from the dairy for the hogs on the farm which somehow always had a crate full of non-spoiled chocolate milk (I would wonder why they would give away something like that).The hogs definitely never got those.

So am I crazy for remembering these things or just longing for the days of old? I don’t know but I’ll be back with more memories and with the hope that I will never grow old enough to forget them.