I worked for a guy from Revere whose daughter went to Salem State College. One day, the brand new battery was stolen from her car parked on the street, the thief cutting the cables for a fast gettaway. (Always cut the ground cable first.)
Same night he runs into an old high school classmate at a bar in Revere. Guys asks him how he doing, they talk old times, and eventually, after a few drinks, the story of the battery comes out. Guy goes, “No S**t, show me where it is.” So, about 1:00 am, they drive over to Salem and he shows the guy his daughters car. The guy starts popping open car hoods, asking, “Is that it?, it that it”. After a few tries, they find what appears to be his daughter’s new battery. Guy bangs loudly on the door of the nearest house and demands of the inhabitant, “Is that your car?” When he responds tiredly, yeah, so what?, the guy tells him, in no uncertain terms, “I want that f***ing battery in that f***ing car (indicating which f***ing car) back in that car (indicating the daughter’s car) tonight.”
Next day, my friend calls his daughter and says, “Go out and start your car.” She says, “I can’t, they took the battery and cut the cables.” He says, “I had a come over last night and fix it, try it.” She goes out, starts her car and comes running back to the phone, “Oh, you’re the best daddy in the whole world!”
Ah!(And Salem State my alma mater, ‘84)
by Howie Carr
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Gov. Deval Patrick was against welfare “anecdotes” before he was for welfare anecdotes.
In case you missed it (and you were supposed to), the Department of Transitional Assistance, aka the welfare department, is embarking on a listening tour around the state as part of its plan to “restore public confidence in the system.”
Good luck with that.
For more than a year now, Deval has been brushing off one EBT-card scandal after another. Millions missing and overpaid — he dismissed that as mere “leakage.” Firing the welfare commissioner — nothing to see here, folks, move along.
They’ve long since completed last year’s voter-registration drive for the fake Indian. You remember, the same state that can no longer afford to notify taxpayers via the U.S. mail that their driver’s licenses are about to expire sent out 480,000 letters to gimme girls and guys informing them how they could register to vote. Of the 480,000 letters, 47,000 were returned as undeliverable. They couldn’t locate 47,000 people — or should I say “names” — that were collecting.
After a nationwide search, a former boss at the Democratic State Committee has been brought in as interim commissioner — Stacey Monahan, a made member of the hackerama.
On Thursday, the department announced it would be holding “feedback sessions.” Surely they meant to say, “feedbag.” They want residents to “share ideas and stories” — in other words, anecdotes.
The first meeting was scheduled the next day at the Fall River Public Library. It was supposed to start at 2 p.m. — how convenient for people who have jobs. That one was canceled because of the storm, but they’re holding one tomorrow, in Framingham. Again, at 2 p.m.
Of course they don’t really want to hear from the people footing the bill for this disastrous defeat in the endless War on Poverty. The hacks would never admit it, but the only feedback they want is from the “clients” and their “advocates,” i.e., fellow Democrats.
Should any member of the working class find himself at the Framingham Public Library tomorrow, posing a question, any question, to the flak-catchers, they can expect one of the following answers:
“The technology for that doesn’t exist.”
“We can’t do that because of privacy laws.”
“That would cost too much.”
The next feedbag session is at Holyoke High School Wednesday at 7 p.m. Surely some mistake — at 7 p.m. some actual taxpayers might show up to complain.
I’ve been soliciting stories from my listeners. Here’s one from the 978 area code: “Was in a convenience store, saw a lady withdraw $100 and grab a stack of KENO tickets. Glad we can provide.”
Mary from West Roxbury: “I think the post office is the last place that doesn’t take EBT cards. I was in a line and this woman was trying to buy five passports — five — with an EBT card. The clerk held the blue card up so everybody in line could see it, and then he told her the post office doesn’t accept them. So she just opened up her purse and took out a pile of bills.”
Just some more anecdotes, governor.