Thursday, October 20, 2016

Halloween

I have been out taking Halloween pictures along with the Fall pictures. There really is not a lot of Halloween decorations up this year. Here are some of the pictures I have taken.

                                         This picture was taken on 59th Dr in Union Grove Wi.

                                      This picture was taken on Nicholson Rd in Caledonia Wi.

                                      This picture was taken on Nicholson Rd in Caledonia Wi.

Top 10 Media Thursdays

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Mmm, White Castle...

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Fall Colors!

I am sorry I have not been posting any Fall Colors it has been a real busy couple of weeks for me. I do have some pictures to share with everyone I hope you enjoy them. Madame Z here are some picture for you to enjoy.

       This picture was taken at Angie's Pond in Racine Wi. This is the little island in the middle of the pond.

    This picture was taken at Angie's Pond in Racine Wi. This was taken down the street from the pond.

                                          This picture was taken at Shoop Park in Racine Wi.

                                        This picture was taken on Nicholson Rd Caledonia Wi.

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my sweets and sours!  How are you?  I'm sorry this blog is so late - I have a hard life sometimes.  At least the weather hasn't been too hard.  I love the cooler nights for sleeping.  However, I loathe what they portend: winter.  Ugh!  I like seeing the colors of fall, but I hate the loss of leaves from the trees.  Everything looks naked.  At least I have my men to rake up the leaves and shovel the snow.  Actually, I think Junior just blows the leaves onto others' property.  We're not too popular around here.

Tonight, the mighty Green Bay Packers take on the Chicago Bears at Lambeau Field.  I hate to say it, but I wouldn't be surprised if they lose.  Aaron  Rodgers may not be the bargain he first appeared to be.

Here's the current standings in the Irregular Football League:

      
Tender Heart Bear's The Mighty Bears dominate.  Bullies.

I had some trouble with a prescription over the past 2-1/2 weeks.  You should have seen me: I couldn't walk without falling over, and I wasn't making sense, even to me.  It kept getting worse and worse until I figured out what was going on.  A drug I used to take three times a day, I now take only once a day, at bedtime.  It knocks me flat on my ass.  Why the sudden change in my reaction to a drug I'd been taking for over two years?  Who knows?  Certainly not the MDs.  My doctor didn't seem to think that much about it, but it bothers me.  Of course, this is my body, so it bothers me.  I might cook up something myself for the MDs.  When they start asking questions, I'll just say, "Your internal clock has been reset."  That's how one doctor responded to my questions abbout myself.  7 years of medical school for that: "your clock's been reset."  Sheesh!

Ahh, all of society continues to degenerate.  This is not the world I was born into.  Mine wasn;t filled with liars, criminals, and rats.  One of my few bright spots is this: Dear Madame Zoltar.  Thank you so much for reading my blog.  I love you and all the other visitors to my blog.  Thank you.  I love you.

Want to know what's going on before everyone else does?  Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Thanks again for reading my truncated post.  Have fun out there while you still can.  Soon it'll be all white.  Ugn, again.

Open Blog - Wednesday


Just don't take it too low.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

"Dungslinger"

From Shepherd Express:

 
 
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, lately I’ve been hearing much from the orange circus peanut otherwise known as the Republican nominee for president of the United States that the election coming up soon like a bad burrito will be rigged. According to the oranguTrump, the only way he loses is if the Democrats, the media and foreign elites put the fix in—that this election is a shell game played with no focking ball, what the fock.

And I say you got to be jerking my beefaroni. I’ll tell you what a rigged election would look like: You wake up Wednesday, Nov. 9 and find out that America’s new president is Art Kumbalek, and somehow he’s also your vice president, to boot.

Now, a surprise electoral result like that would surely waft a whiff of riggedness your way, ain’a? What would not waft-a-whiff is if on Wednesday, Nov. 9 you learned that a bloviating perverted piece of nonsensical nincompoop failed to win a single electoral vote from a single state in the Union because America is great, what the fock.

And before I forget, let me mention that if I’m on anybody’s Christmas list, besides a check in a nice card for $10 grand, I wouldn’t mind getting the new Brett Favre biography, Gunslinger: The Remarkable, Improbable, Iconic Life of Brett Favre by some New York Times guy, no sir. Jeez louise, who’d really want a biography about them? The backbone of the biography industry is new dirt. No new dirt, no new biography. Instead, you got the old biography that nobody’d buy ’cause it’s already been written and the people already read it. What a racket.

I remember some years ago reading about a new Joe DiMaggio biography that was out and the new dirt they stuffed into the baggage the Yankee Clipper was hauling—Mob cronies, slapping Marilyn around and then stalking her after their front-page marriage was yesterday’s news—the kind of dirt where I had to say, “Hey, is this Joltin’ Joe or Revoltin’ Joe I’m reading about here.”

Where will these dirt diggers stop? For crying out loud, I even heard rumor of a new one on Mother Teresa due to come out that includes some kind of wild shenanigans involving Mazola Oil, Palm Springs, two sets of books and Warren Beatty. The Mother You Never Knew. Available soon.

Hold on, I got a phone call here and I can see it’s my campaign manager Little Jimmy Iodine. Got to take it.

“Artie, I just got the latest numbers from the trolling poll, and guess what?”

“OK, what?”

“You don’t have any!”

“Any ‘what’?”

“Numbers. Two weeks and change before the election and you’re pulling no numbers. ”

“No numbers. That’s bad and that ain’t good, ain’a?”

“Not entirely. When you got no numbers, you got no numbers to lose. When you’re this close to the election, you don’t want to start losing numbers ’cause tactically that can be a nutshell you just can’t peel, I kid you not. So at least we’re in good shape that way.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Off hand, Artie, my take is nobody knows you’re a candidate and if they do, they sure as hell couldn’t care less. Next time before you run for something, put out a highfalutin biography about your life so people think they already know you. That’s what all those dipsticks do. Nobody ever reads them and they all could have the same title—Profiles in Bullshit too Boring to Read but Thanks for Buying It Anyways, Sucker—but having one of these paperweights out in the stores looks good. See Artie, people don’t want to vote for just any jackass. They’d rather vote for a jackass they think they know than some jackass off the street. And they also don’t much care to vote for poor people, especially poor people with any kind of police record. So now you really got your work cut out for you, and how the heck in 21 days you are going to get a life, then write a book about it when you can hardly fill that little article you write in the hippie newspaper, plus win the lottery for campaign finances AND get a pardon from the governor beats me.”

“So what should I do, Jimmy?”

“Issues. Whenever a candidate’s got absolutely nothing going for him, he sells himself on the issues. Losers always pitch the issues big time and nothing but. So Artie, if the shoe fits, wear it. Offer the issues, cheap. Got to go. ‘Simpsons’ are on.”

What the fock. I don’t know if you overheard but it sounds like my reach for the presidency could use a boost but good. So I got to go and make a campaign appearance. I’m thinking the Uptowner tavern/charm school, where I can be issued a tubful of bourbon Manhattan. Come along if you’d like, but you buy the first round ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

Read more: http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28615-dungslinger.html

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Poll: Clinton or Trump or Third Party?

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Have a good one, gang!

Friday, October 14, 2016

Four for Fridays!

Good morning everyone I just can not believe it is Friday already. Here are your questions.

1) Have you ever had family pictures taken?

2) When was the last time you remember having family pictures taken?

3) For the family pictures did you have to wear nice clothes?

4) When you had family pictures taken what time of the year was it?

I hope everyone enjoys their day!

Open Blog- Friday


Tuesday, October 11, 2016

"Styx and Stones"

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek Oct. 11, 2016
 

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh man manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, the other week I was wont to flip the page of my kitchen-wall calendar (Strumpets of the South Seas) ’cause that’s the kind of guy I strive to be—organized, punctual, cocksure of handy, perhaps useful, information like which is the correct goddamn month of the year currently underfoot.

I was informed that we had now entered the bittersweet month of Foctober. I took a quick perusal of the dates to remind myself whether there were any big-time holidays where everybody got the day off so’s they could visit relatives and drink their beer all day long. The answer was “No, sir.” But I did discover that Columbus Day fell on a Monday, Oct. 10, this year, and my head began to spin.

WHAT THE FOCK? Oct. 10? Any schoolboy worth his old-school salt knows that Columbus Day is supposed to be Oct. 12. Cripes, I’m sure that date would even be in the Bible if that good book had had the foresight to cover stuff that happened at least through the year 1492. I don’t know how the heck anyone can get such a simple, straight fact wrong unless he or she belonged to the Republican Party, what the fock.

Focktober 10? When the hell did Columbus Day start getting short-shrift shifted around like the birthdays of Washington, Lincoln? Hey, without Christopher Columbus, there never would’ve been presidents Washington and Lincoln. In case you forgot, Cristoforo Colombo whilst sailing the ocean blue discovered the New World; although, personally, I wish he’d rather discovered a cure for the common cold.

Yeah, the New World. Sounds like one of those fancy theme parks, ain’a? And what a roller coaster—but it only goes down, down and down, so I hear.

I’ll tell you, those Italians still go big-time for Columbus in a big way. But in truth, they ought to be kicking themselves on account of way-back-when they wouldn’t cough up squat to finance his sea cruise. If they had, I’ll bet you a buck two-eighty things’d be different. South of the border there, they’d be speaking Italian and eating ravioli instead of speaking Spanish and eating those fragile tacos where after you take one bite, you’re picking the rest of your focking meal out of your lap, gracias for nothing.

On the other hand, nowadays with all the Indians in charge of the organized gambling, it’s just as if the Italians had moved in and set up shop first anyways, so what the fock.

But speaking of discovery, as I’ve said in the past, and now here again, it’s no secret that I secretly desire to be known in the future as “the discoverer of all discoverers”—to make a discovery of such magnitude that it would make all the other discoverers in the history books look like a bunch of focking pikers. And I’ll tell you, what that would be is to discover what truly lies on the other side of this life—like after you got hit by a goddamn bus—and then return to fill in the rest of us, no bullshit accepted.

And I’d still like to be that guy—the first stiff to re-ford the river Styx, hit the talk-show circuit and give you the lowdown from six-feet-under. Personally, I find it very difficult to believe it’s not been done yet. You’d think by now some enterprising knob would’ve found a way. I mean, what’s the focking problem? The afterlife must have one hell of a security system that even Hou-focking-dini can’t get out of, ain’a?

Yeah, the afterlife, lot to discover about that, you bet. And being the man of science that I am, I will only accept empirical evidence concerning what happens after you’re deader than a doornail from somebody who’s been gravely dead, not just pretending—yeah, I’m talking about some guy gone for at least a couple, three months from whom you get a call in the middle of dinner, or just shows up at your door some night and says, “Hey, buddy, how ya doing? Do I have news for you!”

But I guess we go to discovery with the discoverers we have. And I enjoyed Columbus Day, as I always do. No bills in the mail ’cause there’s no goddamn mail. And I recalled fourth-grade October recess from so long ago, when us wags fresh off our history chapter on Columbus would come up with our own names for his boats—the Hyena, the Pinhead and Santa’s Diarrhea. We used to come up with some pretty good shit back then, I kid you not.

“Used to”: the definition of age, any age. One day you think you’re the toast of the town, but then it could be the next day, the next day, the next month or maybe 524 years in the future, it is discovered you are junk. What a world, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

Read more: http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28583-styx-and-stones.html

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Fall Colors!

Hello everyone I hope all of you are going good. I have been out and trying to get Fall Colors to share with all of you but it seems that the leaves are drying out and just falling off the trees before I can get the pictures. This happened last year too. I do have some pictures to share with you and I am going to try to get more.

This picture was taken at Navarino Wildlife Refuge in Navarino Wi. you will see a Great Egret in the picture.

                                          This picture was taken at Shoop Park in Racine Wi.

                                      This picture was taken on Nicholson Rd. in Caledonia Wi.

                       This picture was taken at Richard Bong State Recreational Area in Brighton Wi.

Open Blog- Tuesday


Saturday, October 8, 2016

Open Blog - Weekend

It seems that the Sheriff is not feeling good this past week so I thought that I would post the open blog for the weekend. We hope that the Sheriff will be feeling better very soon. I hope everyone has a great weekend.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Four for Fridays!

Good morning everyone I hope you are having a good week. It just seems like the weeks keep going faster and faster. Here are your questions.

1) Do you come down with the flu during the winter?

2) Have you had your car winterized yet?

3) Are you ready for the long cold winter?

4) Do you try to stay inside more during the winter time?

I hope everyone has a great weekend.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Birds!

Hello everyone I am so sorry I have not posted anything in awhile. We were up north for a week my son got married and then we watched the grandkids while they went on their honeymoon. Everything was great and we had a great time. Here are some pictures I would love to share with everyone.

This is a Yellow Belly Sapsucker this picture was taken at my son's house and our grandson check to see if it was on the tree everyday. When he would see the bird he would have to tell grandpa the bird is on the tree.

                      This is a Trumpeter Swan this picture was taken a Navarino in Shawano Wi.

                      This is a Peregrine Falcon this picture was taken at Myers Park in Racine Wi.

                     This is a Peregrine Falcon this picture was taken at Myers Park in Racine Wi.
                   
                   This is a American Wigeon this picture was taken at Myers Park in Racine Wi. 

I hope everyone enjoys the pictures and there are more to come. I am also going to be going out getting more fall pictures and Halloween pictures to share with everyone.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Four for Fridays

Cheri is out of town and asked me to do 444.

1)  Who is your favorite singer, musician, or group?

2)  Will we see snow by November?

3)  Will the Packers make it to the Super Bowl?

4)  Have you ever water-skied? 

Have a great weekend everyone!

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Friday hugs to everybody.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Dear Madame Zoltar

 Hello, winners and losers!  How are you?  Our temperatures are in that phase between seasons when one day will be hot and the next day cool.  We're getting less and less daylight, too. Slowly but surely, the s-word will be here.  I hate that stuff.  And it probably hates me.

It was good to see our Green and Gold heroes whop the Detroit Lions.  The upcoming week is a bye week for the Packers.  I don't like it when the bye week is so early in the season. Just call me superstitious.

Here are the standings of the Irregular Football League:

   
It's obvious we need to get some work done, and we're doing it.

I boycotted Party on the Pavement again.  Sooner or later, they'll realize what a great act I have.  It'll be too late then. I'll be connected to another venue then.

There is so little happening in my life, I can't come up with decent subject matter.  Or indecent.  Maybe it's the time of year.

You know that I love you all.  And thank you to those who reciprocate.

Check madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com for all of your needs.

Thanks, again, to all of my lovers and haters for stopping by. 

Open Blog - Wednesday


Have a super wow day.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

"Up to Here"

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek 2 minutes ago


I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So here, I’m watching the debate the other night and I’ll tell you, listening to ArmagedDon Trump talk about nuclear stuff would be like me explaining the rules of cricket. Both could be summarized in three words: Not a focking clue. OK, four, what the fock.

After the debate, I’m guessing a lot people yearned to know the difference between a supposed wealthy-ass candidate for political office and a sack of manure—I figure it’s got to be the sack, ain’a?

And I was reminded that, hey, I’m still a candidate for office and I should’ve also been planted on that presidential podium ’cause I can make up bullshit just as easily as the Hair Ball can, I kid you not. 

Now, early voting has started and if you’re still, unbelievably, undecided as to where to stick your vote, you’ve come to the right place, you betcha. For those of you’s who can’t figure out exactly what candidate Art Kumbalek would do for the people, let me be the docent to explain and cipher the big-ass picture we’re gazing at here in the political arena, if I may, and I will.

My dream is that when it comes to your political needs, I would be your one-stop shopping—call me the Art-Mart for the Great Unwashed Public. I could be your county sheriff, mayor, alderman, judge, senator, ambassador, coroner, crossing guard, president; and all under one hat, orange that it be. How convenient would that be for you’s?

No matter what kind of bug-up-your-butt you got, be it local, state, asshole neighbor, nation-wide, wife/girlfriend or worldwide, you just come to Art-Mart and I would sure-as-shootin’ take care of it. With me in all the hallowed halls of offices, you would no longer have to dick around with the County Courthouse, City Hall, town-hall meeting, Madison, D.C., the Hague and who-knows-where. Fock no. Just come to me. Come to Art-Mart where you’ll find value for all your political needs, I kid you not. All you got to do is get off your ass and vote.

How ’bout that. Still undecided? OK, let’s talk about an issue, say, the highway robbery on prescription drugs. Get a load of this: 

The Kumbalek Fix: Need a prescription? Write it yourself and then tear it up ’cause you won’t need it, no sir. We’re going to have way-affordable over-the-counter drugs available 24/7 at every supermarket and 7-Eleven from coast to coast for whatever ails you. I especially insist on pills and capsulets to help the focksticks who can’t keep their yaps shut during the motion picture at the movie theater as well as pills to prevent those knobs from waiting until every single focking item in their grocery cart crosses the scanner and be bagged by the plastic-paper consultant before they start fumbling for their checkbook and wad of coupons. And the pot what-they-call-the-marijuana? You bet. You’ll find it in the seasoning section $9.95-an-ounce over by the baking accoutrements. Hey, it’s green, and it comes from the earth just like your tomatoes, cauliflower and daffodils, so how can that be bad for you? You tell me.

And then I’ll tell you that I learned that Don Donald does believe he’s quite the businessman, but just so you’s know, I believe that the ability to run a business does not automatically translate into the ability to govern. For either endeavor, I prefer a guy or gal who’s been there, done that. If I’m putting a band together and I need a clarinet player, I’ll look for a clarinet player and not some blowhard conductor who says he can play clarinet even though he doesn’t know a #2 ½ Rico Royal from his ass from a hole in the ground.

And please don’t forget those Republicans for office, those folks always shooting their mouths off about “limited government and spending,” somehow the last time in power, and the time before that, they managed to grow the bureaucracy to the magnitude of good-golly, and jacked-ass up the spending at a rate no calculator could calculate.

Tax cuts for the rich, so they can reduce the size of government’s helping hand. Yes sir, whittle the helping hand down to a finger—the middle one, which they’ll gladly raise to anyone who could use a little help, now and then, here and there, what a world, don’t forget, what the fock,

Come to think of it, forget about Art-Mart, because I do believe that the Trumpeter does fashion himself to be quite the job creator, and the job he’s created for you and me is to go to the polls on Nov. 6 and vote Democrat top to bottom, what the fock, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

Read more:  http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28508-up-to-here.html

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Yes, try twice as hard.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Four for Fridays!

Good morning everyone how was your week for me it went by to fast. I hope you have a good weekend. Here are your questions for today.

1) When was the last time you took a road trip?

2) Would you ever want to take to a trip to outer space?

3) If you took a trip to outer space what planet would you like to visit?

4) What about nature fascinates you the most?


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Oh yeah!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello my dear friends!  How are you?  I'm broke, so when a call came in from the Bahamas from one of my best customers, I flew there.  I just got back a few hours ago.  So that's why my blog is late.  And it's a crappy day out there, cold and wet.  I know that the landscape needs the rain, but it's depressing.  And I'd swear that some of the rain drops were actually s-word.  I know, I know, were headed that way whether we like it or not.  Put me down for "not."

I look to local news but all I see are political lies and gore.  It's way beyond depressing in that area.  Criminals and fools are the best the local news can do.  I swear, someday I'm going to get a job at the Journal Times and change everything.  That's right after I fix the rest of the world.

Everybody's fighting somebody.  There's so many players on the field that I can't keep track of them.  Or, rather, perhaps I don't want to.

Just like I don't want to believe that our heroic warriors Green Bay Packers were laid low by the Minnesota Vikings.  The tune will change this time, as Lambeau Field hosts the Detroit Lions, at noon, Sunday, September 25.  Murder da bums, boys!

Here's the standings from the Irregular Football League:

  
I guess that neither I nor Mr. OrbsCorbs have anything to brag about.  We'll see what next week brings.

I can't take the drone of the political ads and interviews and "events."  My mailbox is stuffed almost daily with political ads.  The television spews their bile regularly.  It's only going to get worse as election day approaches.  Also, those oversize, high gloss, political ads barely fit in my mailbox.

And the thing is it's almost all bullshit.  In any case, most voters decided who they're to vote for months ago.  Wouldn't the money expended on these mailings and TV ads be put to better use helping the lowest in our society?  Of course it would, but you'll never see it.  The candidates will all come out with some bullshit plans to help the poor.  They'll talk on and on, BUT the poor rarely see a cent.  More importantly, it robs them of a chance at a job.  That BS money could help train people for the jobs of today.

If I ran for president, I think I'd keep it at a very low key.  I wouldn't go around the country promising lies to each group I met.  I wouldn't send out any political mailings.  I'd announce my candidacy, and have copies of my master plan available.  If any reporters want to talk to me, they have to come to me.  I'd have an online base of operations with said master plan available for downloading.  I guess I'd have  to go to the debates, but I'm not a performer.  I'll say what needs to be said.  I might even win.

Hah!  Imagine OrbsCorbs with his finger on the nuclear trigger.  I might just take everybody, a city or country or two, out of circulation.  If the French don't like it, fuck them.When's the last time you heard about the French winning a war?  I'd pull all of our troops out of other countries.  If something flares up, it's their business.  If they insist upon making their business our business, we nuke 'em.  After a couple of those, the world just might be a finer place.

Well, thank you, my dears, for stopping by to read my blog and maybe share a comment or two.  I love getting readers, and I love you.  We are family.

Who is going to win this weeks match ups in the Irregular Football League?  Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Don't forget to stop by next week.  We'll be here with new and interesting content.  Heck, just about every day has that on the JT Irregulars.  We love you.

Open Blog - Wednesday


Yay, Wednesday!

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Citizens FUnited

From Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek 4 hours ago

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I hear our Governor Snidely Whiplash’s billionaire-boat, the USS Pay For Play, has sprung a leak, what the fock.

Here’s what I know, and it’s the strangest thing. Some days ago I thought to check my dinky email inbox. I only get about a handful per week—messages from Sears about their latest sale on men’s socks, and like ilk—but I couldn’t get the goddamn thing to open. So me, being a regular Mr. Dell Jobs, assumed the logical thing to do would be to curse a blue streak whilst rapidly hammering random buttons along with a flurry of combined random buttons. Sha-focking-zam! Not only did the inbox pop to life but I had way, way over 1,000 new messages to gander at, I kid you not
.
None of them were for me. All were addressed to and sent by people I’d never heard of. Jeez louise, had I accidentally hacked into someone else’s schmutz? So of course I began to open these babies so’s to take a peek and maybe get a fix on what the fock was going on here.

The first one I opened said this: Hey, since the Governor is so ecstatic that our lead paint provision passed the Legislature, should Scooter’s new nickname be ‘Sherwin’ or ‘Dutch Boy’?

The next one: OMG. The Guv confessed to me that he had a HUGE crush on Bea Arthur when he was younger. Wasn’t she one of those transgender types?

And: To all: The Governor reiterated to me to remind you that at the risk of immediate termination, to never, ever mention to absolutely ANYONE that he always roots for the Bears.

Holy focking cow, ain’a? But before I could open another, the mysterious emails vanished, along with the few older ones addressed to me. Was I hacked? Beats me, but a few moments later a new message popped up. It had no identifying info or text or attachments; however, in the Subject box was this: “Cheerio, Mate.”

Anyways, anybody hear anything about Bart Starr’s latest stem cell treatment down Mexico way? Yeah, me neither. And why the poor guy has to go to a foreign country south of the border, I’ll never focking figure out.

Hope it goes well, although I am surprised there hasn’t been more hubbub about it, in a righteous negative way. Cripes, I remember not that many years back when a whole bunch of citizens were clapping their hands and waving American flags (the special flags, the ones with a 51st star for the State of Ignorance) on account that a U.S. district judge put the kibosh on federal funding for all embryonic stem cell research. These were the people whom the lord told that that glob in a lab dish is a human being and oughtn’t be dicked with.

And what a life, ain’a? I tell you, if that were me flat on my would-be ass in a Petri dish, I’d say who needs this bullshit. All around me I’d hear the lab guys and gals making lunch plans, going out for a smoke break, making plans for the weekend and all the time there I am, stuck in a dish. That’s no way to live, I don’t care who—or what—you are, or were, I kid you not.

As one sitting in a dish, I sure as shootin’ would want the scientists to get their butts in gear and figure out the way to grow me into some kind of human tissue, so I could replace the crappy cells inside a real, live, walking-around human being. Now that would be sweet.

Yeah, get out of the dish and get planted into some guy who’s going to start feeling a whole lot better because of me, and then watch out! We’ll take in a ballgame, have a couple, three ice-cold bottled beers.

Maybe take a walk along the beach, or decide to screw it and just stay home, make a nice baloney sandwich and watch us some TV. Or wait, best yet, we’ll go get us a wad of singles yea-thick and head on over to the nearest gentlemen’s club and research the female form. Now that’s what I call living.

And you know what? Apparently it’s not too late to help these human beings stuck in lab dishes get a real life. Write all your bonehead politicians and tell them you demand that they either push real hard to get the green light for unlimited funding for this eggs-cell-ent research (there’s money to be made in eradicating disease, what the fock), or you’re going to conduct your own research on replacement politicians to better serve the body politic come next election (early voting starts in a couple, three days, don’t you forget), ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

Read more:  http://shepherdexpress.com/article-28471-citizens-funited.html

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Keep on truckin, Snoopy!