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Sunday, June 26, 2011

June 26th 2011

LET'S BE HONEST, HE IS MOCHA AT BEST

Barry Huseamus O'Bama

As you may know from here and my prior blog, I have a very active interest in most things political. And nothing get's my blood boiling than our current Amateur In Chief, the so called 1st Black President.

The progressives use that distinction to call any criticism of Obama "racist". However, as Ann Coulter correctly observed some time back, he is a "Halfrican-American". White momma with a black baby daddy. Thus when I point out his flaws and my massive dislike of his reign, I am addressing the White half.

On Twitter I use the hashtag #Hawaii_dbl_wide

Look at his last name for example: O'Bama. It could be McBama for that matter. Truth be told, he is much more white than black. One need only see who his influences are.
Saul Alinsky


Noam Chomsky

Cass Sunstein

Andy Stern

George Soros


Bill Ayers

Ok...so he went to a church led by The Rev. Jeremiah "G-D DAMN AMERICA" Wright who is black. But O'Bama says he never heard what Wright had to say, so that influence is moot. Not only that, but Barry threw this guy under the bus during the Persidential Campaign!

I guess one could say that Barry O'Bama is a whiter President than Bill Clinton, the REAL 1st "Black" President....or at least was called that during his term in office.

I'll have more to say about this in later postings, but wanted to get my "perspective" out there for now.

Laterz....

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

June 22 2011

BACKSTORY

Back in 1995 when the una-ex and I separated, I lived in The Conversion Van Of Wonders for a fair bit of time. Thing was, I didn't want to get an apartment lease, nor spend a lot on hotel rooms.

I had hoped we could reconcile.

So much for hope.

Anyhow...I am driving through the middle of Pennsylvania in the middle of the night when the cruise control stops working. The last thing I needed was downtime for a repair. So I stroked the dashboard and told "her" that I had no time to stop for a fixin' and "she" needed to get the cruise back up and running.

It ran until about 2 years ago. This vehicle loved me when no other thing, aside from my kids, would. I told "her" and anyone who would listen I would NEVER sell her and I wanted to be buried in her when my time came to ascend to my condo with a view and Triple Play FiOS. My sons knew these instructions well as did "she".

CURRENT EVENTS

Yesterday I went to look at an full blown RV that was this same model, only a 1989 version. That year the vehicle was a fair bit longer. Inside was a shower, kitchen, bathroom, etc. EVERYTHING I need for a "home"!

Total of 45K on the vehicle and 20K on a new engine.

I really want this thing. And as I was expressing that to it's current owner I noted that I would want to cannibalize some parts of "her" for a slightly older "her". And honestly, when I said this I do so in a whisper. I really didn't want to be.....overheard.

He and I left it with me saying I would try to fund-raise and would get back to him. My mistake was saying ONE thing in a normal voice:

"I want my front grill on this other one. It have pics of it on my first blog"

When I went to start "her" up, the process seemed a little labored. I chalked it up to the battery needing to be charged. "She" has what is called a "Parasitic Draw", meaning something drains the battery constantly and if the engine is not run regularly, the battery goes dead. This is a new Deep Cell and it had to be jump started that morning.

Little did I know......

I arrive at Camp Scooter SouthEast and settle in for a bit. My habit is to pull in up to where I will unload the generator and then get into my usual spot. This part went o.k.

However, I decided I want to be a bit further back from the generator and went to start the car. Turned the key and....

nothing

Tried again.....

nothing

Once more....

nothing

The Starter is kaput. I am dead in the water. No el move-o.

I pissed "her" off!

"She" at least let me get into the Camp and then said....ummmm....

"You can kiss my bumper!"

Now your humble narrator is without transport and stuck in Camp Scooter SouthEast until I can get a transplant for my dear "girl".

Moral to this tale is.....

"A female is a female no matter the form, and always beware, a woman scorned!"

I just made that up! HA!

Until next time....

Sunday, June 19, 2011

06/19/11

*cough*

I have been really sick! So sick that this whatever it is should be against the law. So sick that the first bastard to get this should be jailed for not setting himself on fire to stop the spread!

I wanted to go to services this morning and then have a motorhome to look at. Guess what? Never moved from at all.

I do have some catching up to do here. I decided to revive the other blog and use that to whine about being in a van, regardless that it is The Conversion Van Of Wonders. This one will be simple musings about stuff...people I meet...my opinions and thoughts about things...yadda yadda yadda.

Watched "The Voice" on HuLu last night and I have to say that the Shelton guy is brilliant! He would make a helluva music producer. He has insight and instincts that Simon Cowell would have sex with Randy Jackson to have!

I have only watched 2 episodes and last night was the Christina vrs. Blake. Here's what I saw:

Christina is annoying and trying to turn her girls into ...well...her.

The group number is perfect evidence of what I mean. She was La Star and her girls her posse.

When Blake's team came forward, he set it up as their venue..their moment to shine together..popping in only towards the end of the song.

The guy reminds me of Trace Adkins on "The Celebrity Apprentice". Gets'r done with class.

The 2 guys on Blake's team don't do much for me, but the girls...both headed to BIG careers!

Dia Frampton....the next Norah Jones! This girl is stunning!

Xenia...where did this girl come from??? Only 17 and her voice...so "smoky"...in tenor and tone.

I was impressed overall by Blake and these 2 girls. Kinda stopped me in my tracks!

What I am grateful for is The Fairy Godmother who granted Woody's (from the "Toy Story" movies) wish and made him into a REAL boy. Not sure why he changed his name after that to Carson Daly, though.

But I digress....

I am working on getting my head clear and stuff outta the way. I know I need to address why I am still stuck here...what's the latest with the Obama Guy....and I have a new "Director's Cut" with and alternate ending to the post directly below to finish.

Thanks for hanging in there and please, encourage all yer pals to visit. I'd like to get my hit numbers up and from all over the country.

Laterz....