When I first voted in North Carolina in 1972, I was asked if I wanted to go with my wife into the voting booth to help her vote. I responded, “She’s not handicapped or blind”, not even considering that they wanted me to tell her how to vote. But that was 45 years ago. Things have changed.
The Spaniards of olden days would have had some ingenious methods of making him see the error of his ways.
Yep. One classic Guardia Civil method was referred to as the "ley de fuga" in which the arresting officers had the perp walk in front of them. They slowed their pace as he walked until he was far enough ahead to claim he was trying to escape. The perp was then shot.
I used to have a problem with bats which would cling to the screened gables in my attic. Guano would foul my patio below and some of it ended up in the attic. One day I went to the attic to look for some item or another and in the dim light from the gable I saw what appeared to be a garden hose in the screen. Turns out it was a black snake feasting on the resident bats. I didn’t bother the friendly snake and he cleared my attic of bats thereafter.
Some time later I spotted him in the yard. Evidently, the bats were a good dietary supplement as he was now 5ft. long or more. Black snakes are good neighbors or even attic guests. My guess is that he came in through the crawl space and made his way to the attic through the walls.
This seems to be rampant within the homo enclaves.
Not only there, but among liberal couples as well. I met a liberal husband and wife who just moved to town. They were quite proud that they selected a home in a lower class neighborhood (ghetto) so their children could experience diversity first hand. They were so proud of themselves.
A year later I discovered they were moving. --Err, why?--
It seems that their little darlings were not only exposed to diversity, but to crime, beatings, theft and a lot of bad language that they began using. Reality had hit them like a 2x4.
I first visited Times Square in 1962. I recall the big Camel billboard which blew smoke onto the street and the parade of people who were somewhat Runyonesque characters including a few drunks mumbling to themselves. By the 1970s it was becoming like a flea market selling junk of all descriptions. The 1980s were the worst with X-rated everything. By the mid 1990s, it was virtually pristine when Giuliani worked his magic. I haven’t had the occasion or desire to return since then.
It's reverting to the mess that it was pre-Giuliani. I recall that after Giuliani cleaned it, removing the graffiti from the trains and the human garbage from Times Square, there was an article in the Times stating how they missed the old sleaze of Time Square, which added such character to the city. The NYT pigs must be happy now that they can wallow in their own filth again.
Thats why I DVR the games and then fast forward through all the constant delays.
Same here. What throws me off are the no huddle offenses so that I have to back up the DVR to catch the beginning of the play. Occasionally, if there's really a spectacular run, pass or defensive play, I'll watch the replay, but otherwise, I can do the game in just over an hour.
One thing that made me buy a/c during the Texas summer was working the night shift during the summer and trying to sleep during the day. My first paycheck bought a small window unit. (Ironically, I was working for a GE plant that made air conditioners.)
I grew up in Texas with no air conditioning (for 18 years anyway). If you have high ceilings, some fans and shade, it is bearable. I didn’t go to a school with air conditioning until I started college.
Hey, Mr. Green. Why don’t you spend some ink on that MSNBC breaking scandal of a few weeks ago? You might recall that they had video evidence that the President ordered two scoops of ice cream on his pie for dessert, while his guests only got one. If that doesn’t tick off the Trumpsters, NOTHING WILL.
Coming into Atlanta Hartsfield one sunny, clear afternoon, our hotshot pilot almost landed on top of another commercial aircraft crossing our runway. Fortunately, he was able to pull up while pushing the throttle and we missed the poor bugger crossing the runway. I don't know whose fault it was but I suspect the tower gave wrong directions to somebody.
Since that was my third near death experience in an aircraft, I came to the conclusion that it was a matter of fate and that I was not destined to die in an aviation accident. ;o)
Dr. Ho: Nurse, we don't have a code for penis stuck in wrench. Quick, call the Obamacare experts in the US. They have a code for flaming water ski injuries; they must have one for penis stuck in wrench.