Saturday, June 30, 2018
The State is HATE
Koenig's Bar is most famous for its pizza, which La Verle made in her own kitchen at her house, connected to the bar.
So, why is she choosing to retire? An inspector with the Wisconsin Department of Agriculture, Trade and Consumer Protection had told La Verle that she needed to upgrade all her equipment for preparing food, and no longer prepare that food in her home kitchen, along with other upgrades to facilities.
"They wanted me to put a little pizza oven on the back bar and sell frozen pizzas instead of homemade," she said. "Well, people don't want frozen pizzas, they want the homemade pizza."
She says it would have cost her about $30,000 to make all the changes, so at 81, she has decided to call it a day.
Friday, June 29, 2018
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone I hope you had a good week. I hope you are staying inside someplace that is nice and cool with the hot humid weather we are having. Here are your questions.
1) When you were growing up and it was warm out did you have a.c. or fans?
2) When you were growing up did you go swimming in a pool or lake?
3) When you were growing up did you get to go out in the hot weather and play?
4) When you were growing up what time was the latest you had to be home by?
I hope you have a great weekend and please stay someplace that is nice and cool.
1) When you were growing up and it was warm out did you have a.c. or fans?
2) When you were growing up did you go swimming in a pool or lake?
3) When you were growing up did you get to go out in the hot weather and play?
4) When you were growing up what time was the latest you had to be home by?
I hope you have a great weekend and please stay someplace that is nice and cool.
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
"Google DMCA Violation"
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Google has been notified, according to the terms of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), that some of your materials allegedly infringe upon the copyrights of others. The details of the allegedly infringing materials may be found at the end of this message. The notice that we received, with any personally identifying information removed, will be posted online by a service called Lumen. You can search for the notice associated with the removal of your content by going to the Lumen search page at here, and entering in the URL of the content that was removed. Please note that it may take several weeks for the notice to be posted on the above page.
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I wonder what they mean by "The Google Team." Do they wear uniforms and helmets and play against other teams? Or is it them against the world?
I assume there are hundreds of violations of the DMCA in the JT Irregulars, if not thousands. I couldn't begin to track them all down.
Google has been notified, according to the terms of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), that some of your materials allegedly infringe upon the copyrights of others. The details of the allegedly infringing materials may be found at the end of this message. The notice that we received, with any personally identifying information removed, will be posted online by a service called Lumen. You can search for the notice associated with the removal of your content by going to the Lumen search page at here, and entering in the URL of the content that was removed. Please note that it may take several weeks for the notice to be posted on the above page.
The DMCA is a United States copyright law that provides guidelines for online service provider liability in case of copyright infringement. We are in the process of removing the materials that allegedly infringe upon the copyrights of others. If we did not do so, we would be subject to a claim of copyright infringement, regardless of its merits.
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I wonder what they mean by "The Google Team." Do they wear uniforms and helmets and play against other teams? Or is it them against the world?
I assume there are hundreds of violations of the DMCA in the JT Irregulars, if not thousands. I couldn't begin to track them all down.
Mike Piontek's OxyContin Bottle
Found at the gas station by the zoo's entrance. There were three or four left inside.
I've never had OxyContin, but it's supposed to be the ultimate in painkillers, the number one abused narcotic. One tablet every four hours, and a 120 count fill, seem a bit excessive to me, but you have to build your tolerance up to that level.
So, how many Mike Pionteks are in Racine?
Dear Madame Zoltar
Hey, isn't that something how Roseanne Barr got her ass handed to her for her racist tweet - her series was cancelled. Unfortunately, this also affects everyone else attached to the show. I understand there's a groundswell for The Conners, a spin-off without Roseanne. Why do rich, entitled pigs like her feel that they can pee on us? If I was making that kind of money, I would just keep my mouth shut and do as I'm told. I think most people could manage that, but Hollywood is full of punks and weirdos who feel the need to inflict on us their political leanings. Idiots. (Btw, Jerry Seinfeld didn't see why it was necessary to fire Roseanne. Good, he can pick up the production costs of her new series: Fat, Stupid Comic Yelling At You.)
Confidential to Mr OC: one article talks about it being a slow-growing, easy-to-beat cancer while another states that it is the 2nfd leading cause of cancer deaths among men. But you don't even know if you have cancer. You'll find out Friday. Take it one day at a time. Your body chemistry is so screwed up that the MD's can't figure it out. You're operating under your own set of principles.
Local news: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/machinery-row-lawsuits-refiled/article_0d4edda3-c31b-57cc-8806-9e6815cc40f0.html Machinery Row Lawsuits Refiled. Is anyone surprised? Note how lying John beat it out of the city just as all the "collateral damage" of his schemes came home to roost.I'm surprised no one has taken a shot at him yet. Thief, conman extraordinaire. He bilked the city out of millions and then deserted us. Oink, oink. Slaughter the swine.
"Robbery Reportewd at Downtown Johnson Bank." Uh-oh. Don't mess with the Johnsons. They can tie up court proceedings so that you'll spend 10 years in jail just waiting to get into court. That downtown building makes me feel uncomfortable. The few times I've been in there, I came close to suffering anxiety attacks. I think it's the nearness of so much blood money.
Can this new mayor restore the streetlights that were removed during lying John's administration? That would be a definite move against crime. Then again, Mr. Mason may only pay lip service to minorities living in the city. Restore the lights now! Lying John's hatred of minorities is legendary. Please don't extend it. We already have enough to close the gap with minorities. Turn the lights back on.
Our police need body cams to protect both the arrested and the arrestee. Instead, we get a new management study of the cops. Boy, that's money well spent. I could duplicate the management report for les than half the time and money. But they don't want the truth. They want whatever will prolong the game playing.
Well, kids, I hope this blog was interesting. Thank you for reading it. The more the merrrier.
madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com
It's supposed to warm up in the next few days, with the next chance of rain on Sunday. Enjoy.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2018
"Let's Have One More"
From The Shepherd Express:
I’ve always maintained that if they want the American viewer to watch the TV soccer, they ought to add a little mystery and danger, say, before every match they plant a landmine somewheres on the field. Now maybe somebody’d step on it, and maybe not. But they’d sure have my attention, yes sir.
And gosh darn and damn it, just last week as I was handing out kudos to a couple, three readers for sending my way encouraging words, I plum forgot a nice note from reader David S. who enjoyed a quote I used by way of the great Groucho Marx—a quote the reader had once used in a song he had written, I kid you not.
So David, here’s a pair of Groucho quotes perhaps for future songs you got percolating:
“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.” Ba-ding!
And here’s one where Groucho, who left us in 1977, whips out his crystal ball and assays the 2016 presidential election result: “He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot.”
Oh Julius, how I miss you.
OK, one more: “I intend to live forever, or die trying.” Yes sir, that’s the spirit. Ba-ding-ding-ding.
And about this immigration brouhaha hullabaloo here in the Amber Waves of Grain, it surely appears to me that God must be clean out of grace for the shedding on thee, what the fock. Allow me to quote an old proverb from sunny Spain: “A man who prides himself on his ancestry is like the potato plant, the best part of which is under ground.”
And this: Who better to quote than my favorite ancient Greek philosopher, Anonymous? “More important than where you are from is where you are going”—which, for the politically fanaticized ass-hat kingpin white-collar criminals in this presidential “administration” I pray would be straight to hell and not soon enough, you betcha.
Hey, and speaking of Greece, don’t forget about Greek Fest out at State Fair Park this weekend. Geia sou! Yeah yeah, the Greeks have been having a hard time of it lately, but I’ll tell you one thing: When it comes to trend setting, those ancient Greeks from the fossil age had it down stone cold. Every single one of their top celebrities were known by one name only, as some of ours are today in the modern times—take Euripides for example, one of their hot-shot playwrighter guys from the theater, sort of the David Mamet-type of his day but without all the dirty focking language.
But why I think of him as we round that middle-corner of June with this year’s Father’s Day recently past, is that ol’ ’Rip once wrote something I can’t get out of my head:
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
Yeah, focking swell. Hey, there’s a sentiment bound to make a guy or gal rush right out on any given Father’s Day to go buy a goddamn necktie or gift-wrapped box of pipe cleaners for the old gent who wears the pants in the family, ain’a? And to think Eurip’ wrote that before the trouser was even discovered. What a world.
Although it is true what they say—that you can pick your friends but not your family (which by the way, blows big-time)—I truly hope that what Euripides wrote more than 2,400 years back ain’t necessarily so. Let us not forget that a lot of the science findings those methuselah Greeks invented were later to be proved as nothing but a steaming pile of so much bull-shish kebab.
But if the old Greek’s words are true, then you got to do your best to think that maybe it’s not your old man’s fault you are as unwittingly screwed up as he is—so blame it instead on the gods for the world going to hell in a handbasket but good, generation after generation after generation. After all, chances are pretty damn good pop’s a heck of a wreck through good intentions only, what the fock.
Anything’s possible, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/lets-have-one-more/
Jun. 19, 2018
3:39 p.m.
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? And because it’s that time of year, again I’m reminded that the only thing people want to read are the directions on a can of bug spray, and they do so with the attention span of a United States president who lost a popular vote by a boatload. So I’m declaring my independence from delivering a full-blown essay this week, what the fock.
Besides, you’re probably too busy keeping up with the World Cup soccer to bother with anything I’ve got to say. Me? No way, José. Now, if they could use more balls than just one, like maybe four or five; then maybe they’d have a focking score you could write home about and I might warm up to the game.I’ve always maintained that if they want the American viewer to watch the TV soccer, they ought to add a little mystery and danger, say, before every match they plant a landmine somewheres on the field. Now maybe somebody’d step on it, and maybe not. But they’d sure have my attention, yes sir.
And gosh darn and damn it, just last week as I was handing out kudos to a couple, three readers for sending my way encouraging words, I plum forgot a nice note from reader David S. who enjoyed a quote I used by way of the great Groucho Marx—a quote the reader had once used in a song he had written, I kid you not.
So David, here’s a pair of Groucho quotes perhaps for future songs you got percolating:
“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.” Ba-ding!
And here’s one where Groucho, who left us in 1977, whips out his crystal ball and assays the 2016 presidential election result: “He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot.”
Oh Julius, how I miss you.
OK, one more: “I intend to live forever, or die trying.” Yes sir, that’s the spirit. Ba-ding-ding-ding.
And about this immigration brouhaha hullabaloo here in the Amber Waves of Grain, it surely appears to me that God must be clean out of grace for the shedding on thee, what the fock. Allow me to quote an old proverb from sunny Spain: “A man who prides himself on his ancestry is like the potato plant, the best part of which is under ground.”
And this: Who better to quote than my favorite ancient Greek philosopher, Anonymous? “More important than where you are from is where you are going”—which, for the politically fanaticized ass-hat kingpin white-collar criminals in this presidential “administration” I pray would be straight to hell and not soon enough, you betcha.
Hey, and speaking of Greece, don’t forget about Greek Fest out at State Fair Park this weekend. Geia sou! Yeah yeah, the Greeks have been having a hard time of it lately, but I’ll tell you one thing: When it comes to trend setting, those ancient Greeks from the fossil age had it down stone cold. Every single one of their top celebrities were known by one name only, as some of ours are today in the modern times—take Euripides for example, one of their hot-shot playwrighter guys from the theater, sort of the David Mamet-type of his day but without all the dirty focking language.
But why I think of him as we round that middle-corner of June with this year’s Father’s Day recently past, is that ol’ ’Rip once wrote something I can’t get out of my head:
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
Yeah, focking swell. Hey, there’s a sentiment bound to make a guy or gal rush right out on any given Father’s Day to go buy a goddamn necktie or gift-wrapped box of pipe cleaners for the old gent who wears the pants in the family, ain’a? And to think Eurip’ wrote that before the trouser was even discovered. What a world.
Although it is true what they say—that you can pick your friends but not your family (which by the way, blows big-time)—I truly hope that what Euripides wrote more than 2,400 years back ain’t necessarily so. Let us not forget that a lot of the science findings those methuselah Greeks invented were later to be proved as nothing but a steaming pile of so much bull-shish kebab.
But if the old Greek’s words are true, then you got to do your best to think that maybe it’s not your old man’s fault you are as unwittingly screwed up as he is—so blame it instead on the gods for the world going to hell in a handbasket but good, generation after generation after generation. After all, chances are pretty damn good pop’s a heck of a wreck through good intentions only, what the fock.
Anything’s possible, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/lets-have-one-more/
"FDA approves country’s first medicine made from marijuana"
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| Kathy Young/AP |
"The Food and Drug Administration on Monday approved the country’s first drug derived from marijuana, a medication that treats two rare and devastating forms of epilepsy.
"The drug, GW Pharmaceuticals’ Epidiolex, is made of cannabidiol, or CBD, a component of marijuana that does not give users a high. It is given as an oil, and in clinical trials, it was shown to reduce the number of seizures by about 40 percent in patients with Dravet or Lennox-Gastaut syndromes.
"'This approval serves as a reminder that advancing sound development programs that properly evaluate active ingredients contained in marijuana can lead to important medical therapies,' FDA Commissioner Scott Gottlieb said in a statement. 'And, the FDA is committed to this kind of careful scientific research and drug development.'
"The FDA’s decision was expected. FDA officials had indicated they supported approving Epidiolex, and an advisory panel had unanimously recommended it get the green light. There was some concern about the drug’s effects on the liver, but experts have said this risk could be addressed by doctors as they monitor their patients during treatment."
Read more: https://www.statnews.com/2018/06/25/fda-approves-countrys-first-medicine-made-from-marijuana/
We're getting there. Trump has stated that he would ignore the federal ban on weed. C'mon, Wisconsin, quit dragging your feet. Once, this state would have been among the first to legalize reefer. Now, we're a stumbling drag back into the 21st century.
Monday, June 25, 2018
"Racine County judge accused of misconduct"
"RACINE — A Racine County judge has been accused of misconduct in office by the state’s judicial oversight panel.
"The Wisconsin Judicial Commission accused Circuit Court Judge Michael J. Piontek this month of violating Supreme Court rules for judges’ behavior. Piontek was first elected as a circuit court judge in 2012 and was re-elected in April. The complaint, dated June 5, alleges violations by Piontek in two cases dating back to 2014. The commission found probable cause to file the complaint after the judge was notified of the allegations and provided an opportunity to respond."
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/racine-county-judge-accused-of-misconduct/article_ad901e93-6e01-5b1e-b06d-334d36bd91db.html#tracking-source=home-top-story-2
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/racine-county-judge-accused-of-misconduct/article_ad901e93-6e01-5b1e-b06d-334d36bd91db.html#tracking-source=home-top-story-2
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Friday, June 22, 2018
"CDC: U.S. Suicide Rates Have Climbed Dramatically"
"Suicide is a major public health issue, accounting for nearly 45,000 deaths in 2016 alone. That is why the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta decided to take a comprehensive look at suicides from 1999 to 2016.
"'Suicide in this country really is a problem that is impacted by so many factors. It's not just a mental health concern,' says Deborah Stone, a behavioral scientist at the CDC and the lead author of the new study. 'There are many different circumstances and factors that contribute to suicide. And so that's one of the things that this study really shows us. It points to the need for a comprehensive approach to prevention.'"
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone how are you dealing with this roller coaster of weather and the rain. The Root River is very high again and on the news they said to watch out for it to flood. This weather is not helping my back out at all. Here are your questions.
1) Have you ever had a flood were ever you have lived?
2) When it was raining have you ever had to pull over because you could not see?
3) Have you ever been out and got struck by lighting?
4) When you were younger did you go out in the rain playing?
I hope we have a nice dry weekend. I hope you have a great weekend.
1) Have you ever had a flood were ever you have lived?
2) When it was raining have you ever had to pull over because you could not see?
3) Have you ever been out and got struck by lighting?
4) When you were younger did you go out in the rain playing?
I hope we have a nice dry weekend. I hope you have a great weekend.
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Dear Madame Zoltar
The boys can't get much yard work done with weather like this. It's too wet. Not too long ago, it was too dry. Thus are the vagaries of landscape maintenance. And even if we have a perfect summer, someone else won't. The weather isn't fair or even necessarily sane. Ma Nature is AWOL, and all hell is breaking loose. I foresee a shift in the polar extremes. A complete reversal of everything. It's going to get mighty weird.
How weird is the forced separation of children from their parents at the border? We now have over 2,300 children in custody. What a mess. This will definitely affect legal crossings in the future. It's back to the coyotes.
Mayor McMason announced a study to study studies in Racine county. It is hoped to gain some insight into the behavior and proliferation of studies. I think the studies are getting together and making little baby studies that grow into adults. Tsk-tsk! Such behavior must stop. Who ends up paying to support these children? We do, of course. Study that, McMason!
My, it's so much quieter with the exit of Mr. Ex-Mayor Lying John. It's no less corrupt, just quieter. The right palms still have to be greased if you want to succeed in Racine. Knowing the mayor is a plus. Kissing his rather large butt is a plus plus.
A bakery has opened in downtown. There goes my diet! I love fresh baked foods. Add fresh coffee or milk or CocaCola for the perfect "continental breakfast." It's the real thing! Things go better with Coke. "Things" and Coke apparently have a strong relationship. Coke is always telling things how to act.
Finally, here's a video on sleeping. It was requested by a reader:
I love you all and thank you for reading my blog. It's always wonderful to have company.
madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com
Watch out for kids on the streets. It's summer and the time is right for playing in the streets.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Google Is Threatening Me With Account Termination
For violations of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA). If I lose the account, I'm not fighting it. I need a break, permanent or otherwise. (What is the sign above attached to?)
"Let's Have One More"
From The Shepherd Express:
I’ve always maintained that if they want the American viewer to watch the TV soccer, they ought to add a little mystery and danger, say, before every match they plant a landmine somewheres on the field. Now maybe somebody’d step on it, and maybe not. But they’d sure have my attention, yes sir.
And gosh darn and damn it, just last week as I was handing out kudos to a couple, three readers for sending my way encouraging words, I plum forgot a nice note from reader David S. who enjoyed a quote I used by way of the great Groucho Marx—a quote the reader had once used in a song he had written, I kid you not.
So David, here’s a pair of Groucho quotes perhaps for future songs you got percolating:
“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.” Ba-ding!
And here’s one where Groucho, who left us in 1977, whips out his crystal ball and assays the 2016 presidential election result: “He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot.”
Oh Julius, how I miss you.
OK, one more: “I intend to live forever, or die trying.” Yes sir, that’s the spirit. Ba-ding-ding-ding.
And about this immigration brouhaha hullabaloo here in the Amber Waves of Grain, it surely appears to me that God must be clean out of grace for the shedding on thee, what the fock. Allow me to quote an old proverb from sunny Spain: “A man who prides himself on his ancestry is like the potato plant, the best part of which is under ground.”
And this: Who better to quote than my favorite ancient Greek philosopher, Anonymous? “More important than where you are from is where you are going”—which, for the politically fanaticized ass-hat kingpin white-collar criminals in this presidential “administration” I pray would be straight to hell and not soon enough, you betcha.
Hey, and speaking of Greece, don’t forget about Greek Fest out at State Fair Park this weekend. Geia sou! Yeah yeah, the Greeks have been having a hard time of it lately, but I’ll tell you one thing: When it comes to trend setting, those ancient Greeks from the fossil age had it down stone cold. Every single one of their top celebrities were known by one name only, as some of ours are today in the modern times—take Euripides for example, one of their hot-shot playwrighter guys from the theater, sort of the David Mamet-type of his day but without all the dirty focking language.
But why I think of him as we round that middle-corner of June with this year’s Father’s Day recently past, is that ol’ ’Rip once wrote something I can’t get out of my head:
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
Yeah, focking swell. Hey, there’s a sentiment bound to make a guy or gal rush right out on any given Father’s Day to go buy a goddamn necktie or gift-wrapped box of pipe cleaners for the old gent who wears the pants in the family, ain’a? And to think Eurip’ wrote that before the trouser was even discovered. What a world.
Although it is true what they say—that you can pick your friends but not your family (which by the way, blows big-time)—I truly hope that what Euripides wrote more than 2,400 years back ain’t necessarily so. Let us not forget that a lot of the science findings those methuselah Greeks invented were later to be proved as nothing but a steaming pile of so much bull-shish kebab.
But if the old Greek’s words are true, then you got to do your best to think that maybe it’s not your old man’s fault you are as unwittingly screwed up as he is—so blame it instead on the gods for the world going to hell in a handbasket but good, generation after generation after generation. After all, chances are pretty damn good pop’s a heck of a wreck through good intentions only, what the fock.
Anything’s possible, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/lets-have-one-more/
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world,
ain’a? And because it’s that time of year, again I’m reminded that the
only thing people want to read are the directions on a can of bug spray,
and they do so with the attention span of a United States president who
lost a popular vote by a boatload. So I’m declaring my independence
from delivering a full-blown essay this week, what the fock.
Besides, you’re probably too busy keeping up with the World Cup soccer to bother with anything I’ve got to say. Me? No way, José. Now, if
they could use more balls than just one, like maybe four or five; then
maybe they’d have a focking score you could write home about and I might
warm up to the game.I’ve always maintained that if they want the American viewer to watch the TV soccer, they ought to add a little mystery and danger, say, before every match they plant a landmine somewheres on the field. Now maybe somebody’d step on it, and maybe not. But they’d sure have my attention, yes sir.
And gosh darn and damn it, just last week as I was handing out kudos to a couple, three readers for sending my way encouraging words, I plum forgot a nice note from reader David S. who enjoyed a quote I used by way of the great Groucho Marx—a quote the reader had once used in a song he had written, I kid you not.
So David, here’s a pair of Groucho quotes perhaps for future songs you got percolating:
“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.” Ba-ding!
And here’s one where Groucho, who left us in 1977, whips out his crystal ball and assays the 2016 presidential election result: “He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot.”
Oh Julius, how I miss you.
OK, one more: “I intend to live forever, or die trying.” Yes sir, that’s the spirit. Ba-ding-ding-ding.
And about this immigration brouhaha hullabaloo here in the Amber Waves of Grain, it surely appears to me that God must be clean out of grace for the shedding on thee, what the fock. Allow me to quote an old proverb from sunny Spain: “A man who prides himself on his ancestry is like the potato plant, the best part of which is under ground.”
And this: Who better to quote than my favorite ancient Greek philosopher, Anonymous? “More important than where you are from is where you are going”—which, for the politically fanaticized ass-hat kingpin white-collar criminals in this presidential “administration” I pray would be straight to hell and not soon enough, you betcha.
Hey, and speaking of Greece, don’t forget about Greek Fest out at State Fair Park this weekend. Geia sou! Yeah yeah, the Greeks have been having a hard time of it lately, but I’ll tell you one thing: When it comes to trend setting, those ancient Greeks from the fossil age had it down stone cold. Every single one of their top celebrities were known by one name only, as some of ours are today in the modern times—take Euripides for example, one of their hot-shot playwrighter guys from the theater, sort of the David Mamet-type of his day but without all the dirty focking language.
But why I think of him as we round that middle-corner of June with this year’s Father’s Day recently past, is that ol’ ’Rip once wrote something I can’t get out of my head:
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
Yeah, focking swell. Hey, there’s a sentiment bound to make a guy or gal rush right out on any given Father’s Day to go buy a goddamn necktie or gift-wrapped box of pipe cleaners for the old gent who wears the pants in the family, ain’a? And to think Eurip’ wrote that before the trouser was even discovered. What a world.
Although it is true what they say—that you can pick your friends but not your family (which by the way, blows big-time)—I truly hope that what Euripides wrote more than 2,400 years back ain’t necessarily so. Let us not forget that a lot of the science findings those methuselah Greeks invented were later to be proved as nothing but a steaming pile of so much bull-shish kebab.
But if the old Greek’s words are true, then you got to do your best to think that maybe it’s not your old man’s fault you are as unwittingly screwed up as he is—so blame it instead on the gods for the world going to hell in a handbasket but good, generation after generation after generation. After all, chances are pretty damn good pop’s a heck of a wreck through good intentions only, what the fock.
Anything’s possible, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/lets-have-one-more/
Monday, June 18, 2018
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Friday, June 15, 2018
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone I hope you had a good day. It is going to be a very warm and humid weekend are you ready for that? I am not and the pollen flying around looks like snow falling. Here are your questions.
1) When was the first time you remember celebrating Father's Day with your Dad?
2) What was the first present you remember giving your Dad for Father's Day?
3) What are your plans for Father's Day?
4) Are you going to be able to handle going out in the heat this weekend to celebrate Father's Day?
Have a nice weekend and stay safe. Please keep hydrated and try to find a nice cool place!
1) When was the first time you remember celebrating Father's Day with your Dad?
2) What was the first present you remember giving your Dad for Father's Day?
3) What are your plans for Father's Day?
4) Are you going to be able to handle going out in the heat this weekend to celebrate Father's Day?
Have a nice weekend and stay safe. Please keep hydrated and try to find a nice cool place!
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Dear Madame Zoltar
Oh well. It's hot enough for me. You can smell the burn and watch the muscles roast. Hooray for Hollywood! Let's get it on.
I have no idea what I'm speaking of. Must be heatstroke mixed with ice and the cool. I'm enjoying a long, tall glass of lemonade. Mmm. Señor Zanza made it. Food always tastes better when someone else makes it. And everything else sounds better if someone else is reciting poetry.
I think that pussies Mr. Mayor Cory Mason and Police Chief Art Howell might be too sensitive for the jobs they hold. I think we need another study done. And then a study of that study. It's the only way to be fair.
Yay, Foxconn! Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to give so much money to the Taiwanese. Surely, we are blessed. And a little nuts. And a lot of wise-ass.
Below is a video of one of Foxconn's current, slow and outdated assembly lines. The Mount Pleasant plant is expected to double this speed:
Hallelujah! Let's get to work, boys and girls! And no, you can't go to the bathroom. You should have thought of that before you reported for work today!
That intensity level is what the Foxconners are looking for, I get tired just watching them.
Thank you for reading my blog today. I am at your beck and call.
madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com
Remember to watch out for children playing on or near the streets. They are our future Foxconners.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2018
"The Dadlands"
From The Shepherd Express:
“1972: Five White House operatives are arrested for burgling the offices of the Democratic National Committee, in an attempt by some members of the Republican party to illegally wiretap the opposition.”
“1994: Following a televised low-speed highway chase, O. J. Simpson is arrested for the murders of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman.”
Swell. This year June 17, got a guess on how many huddled masses of legitimate dads will be arrested to be then dadly deported clean out of the Land of the Free? What the fock.
And speaking of historical, as I whip out this here essay early reports on the get-together down Singapore way between President (fock) Trumpel-thinskin and Kim “The Rocket” Jong Un are that it seems to have gone kind of OK. Of course it did. How could it not when you get an international diplomat like Dennis “The Worm” Rodman lending a hand, ain’a?
Yes, the Dennis Rodman who once said, “I wear women’s leggings under my clothes, but no lingerie.” And this: “Chemistry is a class you take in high school or college, where you figure out two plus two is 10, or something.”
Too bad Professor Irwin Corey, “The World’s Foremost Authority,” is no longer with us. He would’ve made a great addition to Trump’s diplomatic dream team. After all, he’s the Professor Irwin Corey who once said, “Without this great land of ours, we would all drown,” and, “If we don’t change direction soon, we’ll end up where we’re going.” Seems he would fit right in with the rest of the Einsteins President Orange Circus Peanut surrounds himself with.
But it’s not too late for him to add to the team the august Borscht Belt philosopher Norm Crosby, who is still with us at age 90. Yes, the Norm Crosby who once said, “When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren’t smart enough to get out of jury duty.” And, “If your eyes hurt after you drink coffee, you have to take the spoon out of the cup.”
(Time Out: Special thanks to readers Gene H. and Jeff E. for their inspirational words, and especially to constant reader Ingrid/Mae for her continued support of my potpourri of political campaigns.)
OK, where was I? Father’s Day, ain’a? Here’s an idea I had a while back for what you ought to do come Father’s Day if you’re too focking cheap to spring for a gift for the old fart. Hey, how ’bout at least make a nice homemade card. I even got a nice sentiment you can write down in it. It’s a quote from no finer writer there ever be again than dear Mr. Yeats from near Dublin, who just celebrated his 153rd birthday June 13:
I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
A-focking-men. Happy Father’s Day. And if that doesn’t cheer dad up, then relate to him the following little story on the phone when you call him up to tell him you can’t stop by Sunday ’cause you got more important things to do:
Three people die accidentally on the same day—a doctor, a teacher and me—and find themselves at Heaven’s Pearly Gates. Before able to enter, St. Peter asks each a question: “When you are in your burial casket and friends and family hover above in mourning, what would you like to hear them say?”
First guy answers: “I would like to hear them say that I was a caring doctor and family man.” Second guy says, “That I was a wonderful husband and schoolteacher who made a positive difference in the lives of those I taught.”
And the third guy (yours truly) says, “What the fock, I’d like them to all say… ‘HEY, WAIT A SECOND! LOOK!!! I THINK THE FOCKER’S STILL BREATHING!!!’” Ba-ding!
And yes, of fathers, of sons, this time of year, I’ll be seeing you, as the song goes, in all the familiar places, in every lovely summer’s day, I remember you, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek, and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/the-dadlands/
Jun. 12, 2018
4:08 p.m
.
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world,
ain’a? So here we go again with another Father’s Day June 17 right
around the corner. And so, of course, I am once again required to wonder
what with the bad rap fathers seem to get in the press and on the TV
for far too long, I’m surprised the day is celebrated at all. Cripes,
why don’t they just go ahead and change Father’s Day to Deadbeat Dad’s
Day, or Workaholic
Dad-You’re-Never-Around-The-Focking-House-When-We-Need-You Day, what the
fock.
And just so you know, a couple newsy bits from a June 17 past, courtesy of the Wik:“1972: Five White House operatives are arrested for burgling the offices of the Democratic National Committee, in an attempt by some members of the Republican party to illegally wiretap the opposition.”
“1994: Following a televised low-speed highway chase, O. J. Simpson is arrested for the murders of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman.”
Swell. This year June 17, got a guess on how many huddled masses of legitimate dads will be arrested to be then dadly deported clean out of the Land of the Free? What the fock.
And speaking of historical, as I whip out this here essay early reports on the get-together down Singapore way between President (fock) Trumpel-thinskin and Kim “The Rocket” Jong Un are that it seems to have gone kind of OK. Of course it did. How could it not when you get an international diplomat like Dennis “The Worm” Rodman lending a hand, ain’a?
Yes, the Dennis Rodman who once said, “I wear women’s leggings under my clothes, but no lingerie.” And this: “Chemistry is a class you take in high school or college, where you figure out two plus two is 10, or something.”
Too bad Professor Irwin Corey, “The World’s Foremost Authority,” is no longer with us. He would’ve made a great addition to Trump’s diplomatic dream team. After all, he’s the Professor Irwin Corey who once said, “Without this great land of ours, we would all drown,” and, “If we don’t change direction soon, we’ll end up where we’re going.” Seems he would fit right in with the rest of the Einsteins President Orange Circus Peanut surrounds himself with.
But it’s not too late for him to add to the team the august Borscht Belt philosopher Norm Crosby, who is still with us at age 90. Yes, the Norm Crosby who once said, “When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren’t smart enough to get out of jury duty.” And, “If your eyes hurt after you drink coffee, you have to take the spoon out of the cup.”
(Time Out: Special thanks to readers Gene H. and Jeff E. for their inspirational words, and especially to constant reader Ingrid/Mae for her continued support of my potpourri of political campaigns.)
OK, where was I? Father’s Day, ain’a? Here’s an idea I had a while back for what you ought to do come Father’s Day if you’re too focking cheap to spring for a gift for the old fart. Hey, how ’bout at least make a nice homemade card. I even got a nice sentiment you can write down in it. It’s a quote from no finer writer there ever be again than dear Mr. Yeats from near Dublin, who just celebrated his 153rd birthday June 13:
I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
A-focking-men. Happy Father’s Day. And if that doesn’t cheer dad up, then relate to him the following little story on the phone when you call him up to tell him you can’t stop by Sunday ’cause you got more important things to do:
Three people die accidentally on the same day—a doctor, a teacher and me—and find themselves at Heaven’s Pearly Gates. Before able to enter, St. Peter asks each a question: “When you are in your burial casket and friends and family hover above in mourning, what would you like to hear them say?”
First guy answers: “I would like to hear them say that I was a caring doctor and family man.” Second guy says, “That I was a wonderful husband and schoolteacher who made a positive difference in the lives of those I taught.”
And the third guy (yours truly) says, “What the fock, I’d like them to all say… ‘HEY, WAIT A SECOND! LOOK!!! I THINK THE FOCKER’S STILL BREATHING!!!’” Ba-ding!
And yes, of fathers, of sons, this time of year, I’ll be seeing you, as the song goes, in all the familiar places, in every lovely summer’s day, I remember you, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek, and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/the-dadlands/
Monday, June 11, 2018
Saturday, June 9, 2018
If pee were money
I'd be drowning in riches. I'm on a water pill. It's supposed to help with my blood pressure. Finally, my doctor has said, "Y'know, 140 over 60 isn't so bad for you." Wtf? Yes, it is. I'm surprised by his admission. And a water pill makes it hard to stay hydrated as I'm supposed to do for my kidneys, as well as lower my bp. I remind him of my need to keep my bp low. "Exactly," he replied. Wjat's that supposed to mean? Doctors don't just bury their mistakes; sometimes they bury their successes, too. My nephrologist has pounded it into me: stay hydrated and keep my bp low. Who do I listen to?
Friday, June 8, 2018
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone I hope your week has gone good for all of you. We are getting ready to go up north for the weekend so this is going to be a quick Four for Fridays for you. Here are your questions.
1) When was the very first graduation you remember?
2) When was the very first graduation party you remember?
3) Did you or your parents pay for the the graduation party?
4) Did you get to go on a vacation after you graduated?
Have a great weekend!
1) When was the very first graduation you remember?
2) When was the very first graduation party you remember?
3) Did you or your parents pay for the the graduation party?
4) Did you get to go on a vacation after you graduated?
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Dear Madame Zoltar
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
"Lava My Life"
From The Shepherd Express:
And I say you got to be jerking my beefaroni. It just doesn’t seem physically possible that a guy or gal can pardon themselves. Much in the same way if someone comes up to you and says, “Hey, go fock yourself.” Fock myself? How the hell do I do that? I’m thinking it’s physically not possible according to a strict definition of “fock.” If I could literally “fock” myself, we’re staking out some serious Guinness Book territory, I kid you not.
Of course, there are ways you can go fock yourself by way of a looser definition of “fock.” For example, you notice a patrol car parked on the side of the road but you decide to run a red light at 60mph in a 25mph zone while tossing a beer can out the window, anyways. You have now definitely gone and focked yourself. Focked yourself but good.
Cripes, this is surely some complicated stuff. I’ll bet a guy like the ancient Greek Plato could figure it out, though. Yeah, Plato, who, by the way had a birthday May 21. Happy belated approximately 2,446 b-day, Cave Man. We could use a couple, three of you’s around here these days, what the fock.
Now, where was I? Yes, the Joke Bag. So here’s a few that maybe you can save up for pop when you see him on Father’s Day ’cause the gift of laughter is definitely cheaper than a six-pack of Old Style.
A guy walks into a tavern and there’s a horse behind the bar serving drinks. The guy just stares at the horse, so the horse says, “Hey buddy, what’s the problem? You never seen a horse serving drinks before?” The guy says, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I never thought the parrot would sell this place.” Ba-ding!
For you June brides: A man and woman are standing at the altar, about to be married, when the bride-to-be looks at her soon-to-be groom and sees that he has a set of golf clubs with him. “What in the world are you doing with those golf clubs in church?” she whispers. “Well,” he says, “this isn’t going to take all afternoon, is it?” Ba-ding!
Maybe you’ve heard this one before. If so, now you’re going to hear it again: There’s this guy struggling to decide what to wear to a fancy costume party when suddenly he has a bright idea. Later, when the host answered the door, she found the guy standing there with no shirt, no socks and no shoes on. The host says, “And just what the fock are you supposed to be?” And the guy says, “A premature ejaculation—’cause I just came in my pants!” Ba-ding!
Here’s one definitely for Pop: One day, during a lesson on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands for who could use the word “beautiful” in the same sentence twice. First, she called on little Suzy, who responded with, “My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it.”
“Very good, Suzy,” the teacher says. She then called on little Michael. “My mommy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully,” he said. “Excellent, Michael!”
And then the teacher called on little Johnny. “Last night, at the dinner table, my sister told my dad that she was pregnant, and he said, ‘Beautiful. That’s just FOCKING beautiful!’” Ba-ding!
OK, one more. I know you can take it: A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel sticking out of his pirate zipper. Bartender says, “Hey, Long John Silver! Did you know you have a steering wheel attached to your dick?” And the pirate says, “Aye! It’s driving me nuts!”
Ba-ding-ding-ding! This session is adjourned ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/lava-my-life/
Jun. 05, 2018
3:48 p.m.
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh man manischewitz what a
world, ain’a? So listen, I’m feeling a tad under the weather to pop out a
regular essay for you’s, instead I thought I’d honor President
Trumpel-thinskin’s declaration that he is above the law and can pardon
his own sorry ass by opening up Art Kumbalek’s Joke Bag for a look-see,
what the fock.
But briefly, about this “pardon” thing. The Orange Circus Peanut
claims he can go pardon himself for anything if he focking feels like
it. Hey, I’m no Perry Mason but can that really be possible? Let’s say
he shoots and kills the once hugely popular singer Trini Lopez. And
Trump says “Yeah, I shot him. Never cared for his version of ‘Lemon
Tree’ and so I didn’t have him perform at my inauguration which had the
hugest crowd ever. But there’s no crime here. Everybody says so. There’s
no guilt here, either, because I just pardoned myself so get off my
focking back. Presidents can’t be guilty of anything of anything they
do, so nyah, nyah, nyah.”And I say you got to be jerking my beefaroni. It just doesn’t seem physically possible that a guy or gal can pardon themselves. Much in the same way if someone comes up to you and says, “Hey, go fock yourself.” Fock myself? How the hell do I do that? I’m thinking it’s physically not possible according to a strict definition of “fock.” If I could literally “fock” myself, we’re staking out some serious Guinness Book territory, I kid you not.
Of course, there are ways you can go fock yourself by way of a looser definition of “fock.” For example, you notice a patrol car parked on the side of the road but you decide to run a red light at 60mph in a 25mph zone while tossing a beer can out the window, anyways. You have now definitely gone and focked yourself. Focked yourself but good.
Cripes, this is surely some complicated stuff. I’ll bet a guy like the ancient Greek Plato could figure it out, though. Yeah, Plato, who, by the way had a birthday May 21. Happy belated approximately 2,446 b-day, Cave Man. We could use a couple, three of you’s around here these days, what the fock.
Now, where was I? Yes, the Joke Bag. So here’s a few that maybe you can save up for pop when you see him on Father’s Day ’cause the gift of laughter is definitely cheaper than a six-pack of Old Style.
A guy walks into a tavern and there’s a horse behind the bar serving drinks. The guy just stares at the horse, so the horse says, “Hey buddy, what’s the problem? You never seen a horse serving drinks before?” The guy says, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I never thought the parrot would sell this place.” Ba-ding!
For you June brides: A man and woman are standing at the altar, about to be married, when the bride-to-be looks at her soon-to-be groom and sees that he has a set of golf clubs with him. “What in the world are you doing with those golf clubs in church?” she whispers. “Well,” he says, “this isn’t going to take all afternoon, is it?” Ba-ding!
Maybe you’ve heard this one before. If so, now you’re going to hear it again: There’s this guy struggling to decide what to wear to a fancy costume party when suddenly he has a bright idea. Later, when the host answered the door, she found the guy standing there with no shirt, no socks and no shoes on. The host says, “And just what the fock are you supposed to be?” And the guy says, “A premature ejaculation—’cause I just came in my pants!” Ba-ding!
Here’s one definitely for Pop: One day, during a lesson on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands for who could use the word “beautiful” in the same sentence twice. First, she called on little Suzy, who responded with, “My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it.”
“Very good, Suzy,” the teacher says. She then called on little Michael. “My mommy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully,” he said. “Excellent, Michael!”
And then the teacher called on little Johnny. “Last night, at the dinner table, my sister told my dad that she was pregnant, and he said, ‘Beautiful. That’s just FOCKING beautiful!’” Ba-ding!
OK, one more. I know you can take it: A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel sticking out of his pirate zipper. Bartender says, “Hey, Long John Silver! Did you know you have a steering wheel attached to your dick?” And the pirate says, “Aye! It’s driving me nuts!”
Ba-ding-ding-ding! This session is adjourned ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/lava-my-life/
Monday, June 4, 2018
Sunday, June 3, 2018
"Foxconn - The Last Dying Gasp?"
Dear County Board of Supervisors -
I am hedging my bets that the *FOXCONN SCAM* will signal the final nail in the coffin of the economy of SE WI.
Prove me *WRONG*
Sincerely,
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Friday, June 1, 2018
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone I think that Mother Nature is having a melt down today. The temperature is dropping instead of staying warm outside. On the news they are saying the waves can be from 3 feet to 5 feet high this is really crazy. Here are your questions!
1) Do you feel like when you go to the doctor they keep giving you more medicine?
2) How many meds do you have to take a day?
3) Are they all from one doctor?
4) Do you feel like that is to many meds to take?
Have a great weekend!
1) Do you feel like when you go to the doctor they keep giving you more medicine?
2) How many meds do you have to take a day?
3) Are they all from one doctor?
4) Do you feel like that is to many meds to take?
Have a great weekend!
Implement the Sales Tax Now!
Dear County Board of Supervisors,
The words of a DESPERATE County Executive:
"We want everyone in Racine County to benefit from Foxconn’s historic investment in our community.
And to fully capitalize on that investment, we need everyone."
And to fully capitalize on that investment, we need everyone."
It's a call for the Blind to follow the blind.
Fair Enough.
Let those who have eyes to see - SEE - and those wo have ears to hear - HEAR!
https://arrestrecordsofracinewipublicofficials.wordpress.com/2018/01/16/racine-county-a-ravaging-decade-of-rising-taxes-debt-expenses-and-a-fleeing-population-comprised-of-the-best-and-brightest/
Sincerely,
Tim & Cindy
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Dear City of Racine Alderpersons,
Take a break from politics and enjoy a laugh.
Who's got the hardest look of all?
LOL!
Sincerely,
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