Saturday, September 15, 2018
Friday, September 14, 2018
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone I hope all of you enjoyed the week. I looks like next week we will be getting rain again. Here are your questions.
1) Did someone move out on you that you really cared about?
2) What was the reason for that person to move out?
3) Did you let them move back in?
4) What happened at the end of it all?
Have a great weekend!
1) Did someone move out on you that you really cared about?
2) What was the reason for that person to move out?
3) Did you let them move back in?
4) What happened at the end of it all?
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Northern lights might - the operative word is might - be visible in Wisconsin skies tonight
From JSOnline:
The Northern Lights, or the Aurora Borealis. The Vikings thought it was a road to the Gods, but we now know exactly what those beautiful lights actually are. Buzz60
The Northern Lights, or the Aurora Borealis. The Vikings thought it was a road to the Gods, but we now know exactly what those beautiful lights actually are. Buzz60
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Not saying it will happen, but scientists are predicting this evening could be a good night in Wisconsin to see the pulsing, lava lamp-esque phenomena in the sky known as the northern lights.
The Space Weather Prediction Center issued a geomagnetic storm watch for Tuesday that shows Wisconsin smack dab in the center of the most likely area for the aurora borealis, the fancy name for northern lights.
If the lights deign to show up, the good news is that night skies throughout most of Wisconsin will be clear tonight, though some parts of northwestern Wisconsin could get high clouds, said Marcia Cronce, a National Weather Service meteorologist based in Sullivan.
What sometimes looks like a neon blanket thrown against the night sky is actually electrically charged particles from the sun colliding with gaseous particles entering the Earth's atmosphere. While green and pink are the most common colors, the northern lights can feature quite a few more hues including red, yellow, blue and violet.
The lights can also be seen in the southern hemisphere where they're called aurora australis.
Dear Madame Zoltar
Here are the Irregular Football League standings for this week:
My, o my, look who's in second place. Mr. hale-bopp is already in first place. Grr. Darm that scientific mind.
I can't wait to see the arches sandwiching downtown. I bet you that they make the area look cheap. If people have to be told that they are in downtown, maybe downtown is the problem. Whatever. I believe that far, far too much time and money is spent on this small area. Racine runs out to Highway 31 in some areas. How about arches for the other areas of Racine? You know, like "Welcome to Uptown!" and "Now you're in West Racine" and "Now you;re in trouble. Thus is a high crime area." Maaybe the arches should be high-tech, with an electronic read out that could be changed as necessary. From "Welcome to Downtown!" during the day to "Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah" at night.
Want to bring more visitors downtown? Extend I-794 through Racine. There's a heck of a lot more drivers than boaters. And no, they're not going away as oil reserves dwindle. They'll just change propulsion systems to natural gas, hydrogen, electricity, etc. Thus predicts Madame Zoltar!
The weather's been nice, except when it's raining. The cool nights are good for sleeping and the warm days are good for fun. I hope that you're getting some joy out of this. Soon the weather will be good for sleeping 24 hours. I hate winter. Hate it, hate it, hate it!
I love you all and thank you for reading my blog this week. Tell your friends and neighbors about Madame Zoltar. I welcome everybody.
madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com
It's not winter yet. Get out and have some fun. Go to the zoo or take a tour of the J-wax tower. Check out the smaller towns in Racine County. They really need arches to identify thenmselves. Watch a sunset and sunrise. Just do it.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Wahoopatuli
From The Shepherd Express:
by Art Kumbalek
by Art Kumbalek
Next, how ’bout those heart-attack Packers? Next up, Vikings. And then it’s the team that shall not be named unless you say “Redskins.” There’s still a big heap of hoopla in regard to the offensiveness of that nickname and how it ought to be removed and changed. To this I say: No shit, Sherlock.
Lost and forgotten in all the hubbub is mine own groundbreaking work in this field from way-back in 1988 when I questioned the city of Cleveland’s baseball team’s use of the image of so-called Chief Wahoo—the wild-eyed, toothy, single-feather head-banded caricature of some kind of Native American. Offensive? No siree, some would say. It’s just our way of saying, “Thank you for the gift of your homeland, oh Great Red Man. In return, we shall show honor by making you a focking sports team mascot.”
Jeez louise, aren’t team mascots supposed to be testicle-chewing wild animals and stuff, and not Sapien beings? Hey, if you got a Cleveland Indians, how come no Chicago Polacks with a logo of a hammer smashing a thumb, or a couple, three guys with a light bulb and ladder? What the fock.
Yeah yeah, 1988 and newspapers are ancient history. The media-Internet biz these days is a young people’s game, what with their navel-gazing yet butt-boring blogs, their talismaniacal PodCast iPod YouTube Twit ju-ju voo-doo malarkey that’s deviously designed to disenfranchise the voice of the cranky old fart, an old fart who remembers well when the only cable a young person had came as a pair that you sometimes would attach to the battery terminals beneath the hood of your good-for-crap third-hand 1962 Rambler American ’cause you and the fellas had gone Downtown to sneak into the Princess Theater to catch the latest Russ Meyer motion picture and it was following the climax of Russ’s latest boobathon that it was discovered that the keys to the locked with windows butt-up-tight 2-door rustbucket decided to play hard-to-get, secure with their position in the ignition, that the motor was still running, sort of, that the switched-on headlights were a dim diminutive remembrance of their once-virile virility, and most importantly, the six-pack of Kingsbury that was to be quaffed over a cleavage-critique of Supervixens during the drive home was in the goddamn trunk, unretrievable and—seeing as all that (hold on, I lost my place—why don’t you go have a smoke while I insert a new paragraph).
Anyways like I said, the communication racket via this so-called “social media” seems today to be one for and by the young people and conservatives. And all I can say is “FU.” Maybe it’s time a guy my age ought to think about a second career, and I’m thinking about checking out the greeting industry. Cripes, how hard can that be, to stand at the front door of This-or-That Mart and eyeball the dregs of the hoi polloi as they meander by, so’s to alert security in the event that any one low-brow shopper should appear a little extra nutty.
And you know what? Given mine own legendary celebrity—I once shook the hand of funnyman Louis Nye; in 1969 Chicago, I was party to a nightclub performance provided by Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull and Savoy Brown for five focking bucks, Jack; with my own eyes from up the block, I saw Bob focking Hope enter the Mason Street entrance to the Pfister Hotel—I may even attract extra customers à la shell-shocked former heavyweight champ Joe Louis when stuck at a casino gateway.
What savvy store manager wouldn’t want a guy like me cooling his heels by the store door, knowing it could mean an extra buck two-eighty in sales of batteries, diapers and cat food per shift-of-mine due to increased foot traffic? Hey, you tell me.
And then I’ll tell you that you don’t have to tell me that the craft of greetings-manship won’t always be one big piece of pie like a cakewalk on the picnic beach. My buddy Little Jimmy Iodine, who has dabbled in the greeting vocation, told me he once worked a joint down by there on South KK when this big-mouth, unattractive plus grouchy gal walked through the entrance dragging two kids and screaming obscenities at everyone within earshot. Jimmy says, “Good morning ma’am. Nice kids you’ve got there. Are they twins?” And this foul-mouth hag says to Jimmy, “Hell no. One’s nine and the younger one’s five. What the fock would make you think they’re twins. Are you blind or just goddamn stupid?” So to make the best of an awkward situation, Jimmy says, “Neither, ma’am. I just can’t believe you got laid twice.” Ba-ding!
Anyways, thanks to constant reader Ingrid/Mae as always, and now I got to go fill out some job applications, so see you around ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/wahoopatuli/
Lost and forgotten in all the hubbub is mine own groundbreaking work in this field from way-back in 1988 when I questioned the city of Cleveland’s baseball team’s use of the image of so-called Chief Wahoo—the wild-eyed, toothy, single-feather head-banded caricature of some kind of Native American. Offensive? No siree, some would say. It’s just our way of saying, “Thank you for the gift of your homeland, oh Great Red Man. In return, we shall show honor by making you a focking sports team mascot.”
Jeez louise, aren’t team mascots supposed to be testicle-chewing wild animals and stuff, and not Sapien beings? Hey, if you got a Cleveland Indians, how come no Chicago Polacks with a logo of a hammer smashing a thumb, or a couple, three guys with a light bulb and ladder? What the fock.
Yeah yeah, 1988 and newspapers are ancient history. The media-Internet biz these days is a young people’s game, what with their navel-gazing yet butt-boring blogs, their talismaniacal PodCast iPod YouTube Twit ju-ju voo-doo malarkey that’s deviously designed to disenfranchise the voice of the cranky old fart, an old fart who remembers well when the only cable a young person had came as a pair that you sometimes would attach to the battery terminals beneath the hood of your good-for-crap third-hand 1962 Rambler American ’cause you and the fellas had gone Downtown to sneak into the Princess Theater to catch the latest Russ Meyer motion picture and it was following the climax of Russ’s latest boobathon that it was discovered that the keys to the locked with windows butt-up-tight 2-door rustbucket decided to play hard-to-get, secure with their position in the ignition, that the motor was still running, sort of, that the switched-on headlights were a dim diminutive remembrance of their once-virile virility, and most importantly, the six-pack of Kingsbury that was to be quaffed over a cleavage-critique of Supervixens during the drive home was in the goddamn trunk, unretrievable and—seeing as all that (hold on, I lost my place—why don’t you go have a smoke while I insert a new paragraph).
Anyways like I said, the communication racket via this so-called “social media” seems today to be one for and by the young people and conservatives. And all I can say is “FU.” Maybe it’s time a guy my age ought to think about a second career, and I’m thinking about checking out the greeting industry. Cripes, how hard can that be, to stand at the front door of This-or-That Mart and eyeball the dregs of the hoi polloi as they meander by, so’s to alert security in the event that any one low-brow shopper should appear a little extra nutty.
And you know what? Given mine own legendary celebrity—I once shook the hand of funnyman Louis Nye; in 1969 Chicago, I was party to a nightclub performance provided by Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull and Savoy Brown for five focking bucks, Jack; with my own eyes from up the block, I saw Bob focking Hope enter the Mason Street entrance to the Pfister Hotel—I may even attract extra customers à la shell-shocked former heavyweight champ Joe Louis when stuck at a casino gateway.
What savvy store manager wouldn’t want a guy like me cooling his heels by the store door, knowing it could mean an extra buck two-eighty in sales of batteries, diapers and cat food per shift-of-mine due to increased foot traffic? Hey, you tell me.
And then I’ll tell you that you don’t have to tell me that the craft of greetings-manship won’t always be one big piece of pie like a cakewalk on the picnic beach. My buddy Little Jimmy Iodine, who has dabbled in the greeting vocation, told me he once worked a joint down by there on South KK when this big-mouth, unattractive plus grouchy gal walked through the entrance dragging two kids and screaming obscenities at everyone within earshot. Jimmy says, “Good morning ma’am. Nice kids you’ve got there. Are they twins?” And this foul-mouth hag says to Jimmy, “Hell no. One’s nine and the younger one’s five. What the fock would make you think they’re twins. Are you blind or just goddamn stupid?” So to make the best of an awkward situation, Jimmy says, “Neither, ma’am. I just can’t believe you got laid twice.” Ba-ding!
Anyways, thanks to constant reader Ingrid/Mae as always, and now I got to go fill out some job applications, so see you around ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/wahoopatuli/
Monday, September 10, 2018
A Better Mount Pleasant Sends:
"Mount Pleasant’s millions in borrowing to support the construction of Foxconn Technology Group’s $10 billion factory there have led to a one-notch downgrade in the village’s credit rating over fears that the massive factory may not produce the economic benefits officials had promised."
When the bond rating goes down, the interest rate on the debt goes up and taxpayers pay the difference. The millions and millions of dollars borrowed for Foxconn (in addition the debt the village already has) just got more expensive.
https://urbanmilwaukee.com/pressrelease/the-foxconn-effect-mount-pleasant-bond-rating-downgraded/
When the bond rating goes down, the interest rate on the debt goes up and taxpayers pay the difference. The millions and millions of dollars borrowed for Foxconn (in addition the debt the village already has) just got more expensive.
https://urbanmilwaukee.com/pressrelease/the-foxconn-effect-mount-pleasant-bond-rating-downgraded/
Sunday, September 9, 2018
The Land Speculation Lottery
Dear Village Board,
It is mystifying to me why Mark & Joyce Sonday were paid $800,600 for two acres assessed at $156,000 of (mostly) not needed property in Sturtevant to widen 11 and H. Why was this not left up to WI DOT - who could have just taken what was needed and not cost Mount Pleasant Taxpayers? YOU - the entire group - that's right - YOU - need to stop and think about this - WHAT BUSINESS DOES MOUNT PLEASANT HAVE IN BUYING Properties IN STURTEVANT to WIDEN ROADS? OH! And now you're going to sell the portion you don't need? Perhaps the Sonday's will buy back that unneeded land - but for a discount - right? You are out of control, in overreach, and your actions are questionably legal.
To make matters more interesting is that Mark & Joyce Sonday have a past relationship with your Land Speculation Expert - Attorney Alan Marcuvitz- who acted as their Attorney when they sued Pleasant Prairie CDA and WI DOT. It took years, but the Sonday's eventually won!
"In 2006, an arbitrator awarded Mark Sonday a $3.9 million settlement, ending the condemnation process and giving the family enough cash to move the museum and pay $160,000 in legal fees".
As so succinctly noted by Joyce Sonday:
"Museum owner Mark Sonday has been building his collection over several decades, originally showcasing them at a previous location in Pleasant Prairie Wisconsin (which wife Joyce Sonday now refers to as “Unpleasant Prairie”.) Forced to move due to Pleasant Prairie using eminent domain to clear land for a retail development, the Sonday family became embroiled in a long legal fight to gain fair compensation for the theft of their land by the state".
So too, Mount Pleasant has morphed into “Mount Unpleasant“, and continues to beat and cheat Residents.
The cost for that bright shiny sewer only continues to increase with no relief in sight. Foxconn has changed it's plans - no Gen 10 LCD TV's - and admits it didn't figure in the costs of WI labor. By the end - you will have spent MTP dry - shackled future generations with an unfettered debt service, and be left with crumbling acres of concrete, asphalt, and steel.
Please join Cindy and I is JUST SAYING NO to allowing Governor Scott Walker, Representatives Robin Vos, Cory Mason & MTP President David DeGroot to violate the Wisconsin Constitution (and their Oath of Office) by granting special rights to Corporate interests, stealing people’s property, destroying multi-generational Farms alongside an entire long established Community, loosening environmental protections, permitting heavy metals water pollution, instituting slave labor wages, providing taxpayer subsidies to multi-billionaire Corporations, and politician overreach.
Sincerely,
Tim & Cindy
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Friday, September 7, 2018
Four for Fridays!
Good morning everyone I hope you made it through all that rain we had gotten and now you can enjoy the nice and cool weather. The only other thing we have now is the school buses in the morning and after noon to deal with since the kids have gone back to school this week. Here are your questions.
1) Do you watch football?
2) If you watch football which team is your favorite?
3) Are you on a fantasy football league?
4) If you are on a fantasy football league what is your team name?
I hope you have a great weekend!
1) Do you watch football?
2) If you watch football which team is your favorite?
3) Are you on a fantasy football league?
4) If you are on a fantasy football league what is your team name?
I hope you have a great weekend!
Thursday, September 6, 2018
A Better Mount Pleasant Sends:
Oh, look who’s out today fixing the thing that wasn’t really a problem? Hmmm. Maybe it was a problem after all.
After days of concern regarding storm water flooding, it took an 18 second video to wake them up. It shouldn’t have.
These companies are being paid millions of dollars to follow the rules. They are paid for their expertise - and it took residents standing in ditches with cell phones to prove they weren’t. Why wasn’t the village out there looking?
Claude Lois, Tony Beyer, Sonny Havn and David DeGroot for Village President told the community all the required elements of storm water management would be strictly followed.
Instead, a barrier that looks like it was built by children was constructed to prevent habitat killing silt from spilling into the Pike River - and when it didn’t work their response was to have the administrator forward a memo.
Not good enough. Not even close.
https://www.facebook.com/abettermtpleasant/photos/a.219817938350408/748300232168840/?type=3&theater
After days of concern regarding storm water flooding, it took an 18 second video to wake them up. It shouldn’t have.
These companies are being paid millions of dollars to follow the rules. They are paid for their expertise - and it took residents standing in ditches with cell phones to prove they weren’t. Why wasn’t the village out there looking?
Claude Lois, Tony Beyer, Sonny Havn and David DeGroot for Village President told the community all the required elements of storm water management would be strictly followed.
Instead, a barrier that looks like it was built by children was constructed to prevent habitat killing silt from spilling into the Pike River - and when it didn’t work their response was to have the administrator forward a memo.
Not good enough. Not even close.
https://www.facebook.com/abettermtpleasant/photos/a.219817938350408/748300232168840/?type=3&theater
Law Professor Says Milk Is a Tool of ‘White Supremacy’
According to Gambert, milk is a “symbol and tool” of “white dominance and superiority.”
The paper dedicates a significant amount of its whopping 75 pages to attempting to make a connection between the consumption of milk and bigotry against women and minorities. In another section of the paper entitled “Milk and patriarchy,” Gambert argues that the consumption of milk is directly related to the oppression of women. “A number of scholars have written about Western patriarchal society’s consumption of and relationship to milk as being “rooted in gender stereotypes, inequalities, and injustices,” she writes.
In another portion of the paper, Gambert suggests that the exploitation of cows by dairy farmers directly leads to the exploitation of women.
https://www.breitbart.com/tech/2018/09/04/law-professor-says-milk-is-a-tool-of-white-supremacy/Milk is one of the most ubiquitous and heavily regulated substances on the planet – and perhaps one of the most contested. It is tied closely to notions of purity, health, and femininity, and is seen as so central to human civilization that our own galaxy – the Milky Way – is named after it. But despite its wholesome reputation, milk has long had a sinister side, being bound up with the exploitation of the (human and nonhuman) bodies it comes from and being a symbol of and tool for white dominance and superiority. The word itself, in verb form, means “to exploit.” It is also a word at the center of a decades-old, multinational battle taking place in courthouses, the halls of congress, on social media, and in the streets.The crux of arguably the dumbest research paper that Breitbart News has covered is Gambert’s argument in favor of a widespread adoption of “mylk,” a plant milk replacement that she argues has the potential to cure society’s issues with bigotry and exploitation of animals.
The paper dedicates a significant amount of its whopping 75 pages to attempting to make a connection between the consumption of milk and bigotry against women and minorities. In another section of the paper entitled “Milk and patriarchy,” Gambert argues that the consumption of milk is directly related to the oppression of women. “A number of scholars have written about Western patriarchal society’s consumption of and relationship to milk as being “rooted in gender stereotypes, inequalities, and injustices,” she writes.
“Speak to your cow as you would a lady.” So went a popular motto among Wisconsin dairy farmers in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. While seemingly benign at first glance, this motto is revealing for the ways in which the male-dominated dairy industry viewed both cows and human women: as fragile creatures requiring a particular way of being spoken to.
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Committee defers decision on marijuana citations
From The Journal Times.com:
RACINE — A city committee had a
lively discussion Tuesday with Alderman John Tate II from the 3rd
District about his communication recommending that the City Council
order the chief of police to issue all first-time marijuana possession
offenders a citation, rather than face state charges.
The Public Safety and Licensing Committee ultimately decided to hold off on making a decision until it received clarification from the City Attorney’s Office and the Police Department. But the conversation brought up issues and questions the committee will want to learn more about before making a decision.
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/govt-and-politics/committee-defers-decision-on-marijuana-citations/article_69304a13-8233-57d1-aa55-c3fbb16959d9.html#comments
The Common Council is lost on this subject.
The Public Safety and Licensing Committee ultimately decided to hold off on making a decision until it received clarification from the City Attorney’s Office and the Police Department. But the conversation brought up issues and questions the committee will want to learn more about before making a decision.
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/govt-and-politics/committee-defers-decision-on-marijuana-citations/article_69304a13-8233-57d1-aa55-c3fbb16959d9.html#comments
The Common Council is lost on this subject.
Dear Madame Zoltar
Our Irregular Football League already has standings, even though we haven't played a game:
Who's on top? The Mighty Bears. Nice going, Ms. Tender Heart Bear. We'll see how things stand after a game or two.
Does anyone really know all the ramifications of the Foxconn installation? Sometimes I feel as it' some sort of Frankenstein monster with mismatched parts is what will happen out there. Meantime, when can we expect the project to be completely up and running? When do we see 13,000
employees? When does some of the billions of dollars that we've invested start showing a return?
I know some ladies of the evening, working under the auspices of Madame Massa'ge, who are already planning to build a "love ranch" out there. Too bad prostitution isn't legal. The state is missing out on a huge tax income, just like with cannabis. While these tax monies would solve many of our problems, don't hold your breath. The powers-that-be are dumb as rocks. All they care about is re-election.
Mr. Trump hasn't been too loud this week. Maybe he's learning. More likely, someone turned down the volume on his bullhorn. He'll figure it out eventually.
Junior cracked up his car again. I don;t know how many times this makes it. When the whole driver's license thing started up, I gave it all to Señor Zanza. I told him that I want nothing illegal done and that Junior must have insurance. How he keeps driving, I don't know, but I suspect Señor Zanza is supplying most of the $.
Downtown Racine wants arches. How about collaborating with McDonald's and put up golden arches? Of course, we'll need a McDonald's downtown somewhere. Or how about fallen arches from walking too much?
Thank you for reading my blog today. I appreciate it, just like I appreciate everyone who reads my blog. Thank you. Readers are my best friends. I love you all.
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Enjoy the beginning of the end. Maybe winter won't be too bad. Ha!
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Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Off Sides
From The Shepherd Express:
So this woman goes to the police station with her next-door neighbor to report that her husband was missing. The policeman asked for a description and the wife says, “He’s 35 years old, 6-foot-4, dark eyes, dark wavy hair, an athletic build, weighs 185 pounds, is soft-spoken and good to the children.” The neighbor says to the wife, “Wait a second. Your husband’s 5-foot-4, chubby, bald, has a potty mouth, and he’s mean to the kids.” And the wife says, “Yeah, but who wants him back?” Ba-ding!
Anyways, no time to whip out an essay this week. With only two months to go to the November election, I figure maybe it’s time to get off my sorry ass and do some campaigning if I’m going to take down Snidely Whiplash Walker and be your next governor. So I got to meet up with my campaign brain trust already gathered over by the Uptowner tavern/charm school, courageously crammed at the hysteric corner of Center & Humboldt. Tag along if you like, but you cover the first round. Let’s get going.
Emil: All I’m saying is I hear the words “back to school,” and to this day I still get the heebie-jeebies. And I’m a guy who hardly went to focking school even when I was going to school.
Little Jimmy Iodine: When I was a kid, those three words were right at the top of my hate list; although I tell you’s, “get a haircut,” “get a job” and “change your underwear” weren’t far behind.
Julius: I think it’s called Back-To-School-Syndrome, and it’s not uncommon among veteran survivors of the old-school parochial school system, I kid you not.
Ernie: I think I might have a dose of that syndrome. I always got this overwhelming urge to skip out of doing something I don’t feel like doing.
Herbie: Ernie, I’ll bet you a buck two-eighty that this need to skip out of stuff is some kind of misguided attempt to recapture the temporary joy you experienced as a lad whenever you skipped goddamn school. Yes, you were partaking in at-risk behavior, in that you could’ve been run over by a school bus while attempting to duck the truant officer. But big focking deal. Life is temporary. At least you would’ve died doing what you loved best—focking off.
Ernie: Heck, that’s got to count for something in the grand scheme of things, ain’a?
Emil: Any you’s guys see that story in the papers a while back that said, “Bedbug reports skyrocket”?
Ernie: I remember when I was a kid at bedtime, my Ma always saying, “Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite. And don’t forget to change your underwear tomorrow, for christ sakes.”
Julius: Sounds like an example of lazy parenting to me—like it’s some kid’s responsibility to not let bedbugs bite. You should’ve told her, “Bedbugs? I’m on top of it, Ma. First thing tomorrow morning I’ll call the exterminator, and then I’ll skip school and run over to Schuster’s and shoplift an airtight plastic bag I can wrap around my crappy old mattress, all because you’re just too busy doinking the mailman while Pop’s at work.”
Little Jimmy Iodine: Hey, Artie! Over here. Put a load on your keister.
Art: Hey gents. What do you hear, what do you know?
Ernie: I know I haven’t seen Ray since the Harley hog-riders blew back out of town.
Herbie: All I know is he made up a bunch of T-shirts and went down to the lakefront to sell them. Get this: On the front of the shirt Ray drew a Japanese guy like you’d see in the World War II patriotic cartoons, you know, with the military cap, the horn-rimmed glasses, the teeth. And he drew a word balloon coming out of the guy’s mouth that said, ‘Colonel Yamaha says Harleys are for homos.’”
Art: Good grief, you got to be jerking my beefaroni. And you’re surprised you haven’t seen him since?
Little Jimmy Iodine: That shirt’s got enough going on to offend just about anyone, ain’a?
Julius: Sure sounds to me like something President Nutbag would wear these days. Hey, maybe Trumpel-thinskin hired Herbie to be his new communication director in charge of pissing off everyone who’s not a focking Nazi. Make America hate again.
(It’s getting late and I know you got to go, but thanks for letting us bend your ear, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.)
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/off-sides/
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So another Labor Day has come and gone—a day I spent in celebration of the American workingman by sitting on my ass in some clown’s backyard doing nothing except drink somebody else’s beer, what the fock.
Hey, is it just me or does there seem to be a lot of missing-persons reports in the news lately? Anyways, I’m reminded of a little story:So this woman goes to the police station with her next-door neighbor to report that her husband was missing. The policeman asked for a description and the wife says, “He’s 35 years old, 6-foot-4, dark eyes, dark wavy hair, an athletic build, weighs 185 pounds, is soft-spoken and good to the children.” The neighbor says to the wife, “Wait a second. Your husband’s 5-foot-4, chubby, bald, has a potty mouth, and he’s mean to the kids.” And the wife says, “Yeah, but who wants him back?” Ba-ding!
Anyways, no time to whip out an essay this week. With only two months to go to the November election, I figure maybe it’s time to get off my sorry ass and do some campaigning if I’m going to take down Snidely Whiplash Walker and be your next governor. So I got to meet up with my campaign brain trust already gathered over by the Uptowner tavern/charm school, courageously crammed at the hysteric corner of Center & Humboldt. Tag along if you like, but you cover the first round. Let’s get going.
Emil: All I’m saying is I hear the words “back to school,” and to this day I still get the heebie-jeebies. And I’m a guy who hardly went to focking school even when I was going to school.
Little Jimmy Iodine: When I was a kid, those three words were right at the top of my hate list; although I tell you’s, “get a haircut,” “get a job” and “change your underwear” weren’t far behind.
Julius: I think it’s called Back-To-School-Syndrome, and it’s not uncommon among veteran survivors of the old-school parochial school system, I kid you not.
Ernie: I think I might have a dose of that syndrome. I always got this overwhelming urge to skip out of doing something I don’t feel like doing.
Herbie: Ernie, I’ll bet you a buck two-eighty that this need to skip out of stuff is some kind of misguided attempt to recapture the temporary joy you experienced as a lad whenever you skipped goddamn school. Yes, you were partaking in at-risk behavior, in that you could’ve been run over by a school bus while attempting to duck the truant officer. But big focking deal. Life is temporary. At least you would’ve died doing what you loved best—focking off.
Ernie: Heck, that’s got to count for something in the grand scheme of things, ain’a?
Emil: Any you’s guys see that story in the papers a while back that said, “Bedbug reports skyrocket”?
Ernie: I remember when I was a kid at bedtime, my Ma always saying, “Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite. And don’t forget to change your underwear tomorrow, for christ sakes.”
Julius: Sounds like an example of lazy parenting to me—like it’s some kid’s responsibility to not let bedbugs bite. You should’ve told her, “Bedbugs? I’m on top of it, Ma. First thing tomorrow morning I’ll call the exterminator, and then I’ll skip school and run over to Schuster’s and shoplift an airtight plastic bag I can wrap around my crappy old mattress, all because you’re just too busy doinking the mailman while Pop’s at work.”
Little Jimmy Iodine: Hey, Artie! Over here. Put a load on your keister.
Art: Hey gents. What do you hear, what do you know?
Ernie: I know I haven’t seen Ray since the Harley hog-riders blew back out of town.
Herbie: All I know is he made up a bunch of T-shirts and went down to the lakefront to sell them. Get this: On the front of the shirt Ray drew a Japanese guy like you’d see in the World War II patriotic cartoons, you know, with the military cap, the horn-rimmed glasses, the teeth. And he drew a word balloon coming out of the guy’s mouth that said, ‘Colonel Yamaha says Harleys are for homos.’”
Art: Good grief, you got to be jerking my beefaroni. And you’re surprised you haven’t seen him since?
Little Jimmy Iodine: That shirt’s got enough going on to offend just about anyone, ain’a?
Julius: Sure sounds to me like something President Nutbag would wear these days. Hey, maybe Trumpel-thinskin hired Herbie to be his new communication director in charge of pissing off everyone who’s not a focking Nazi. Make America hate again.
(It’s getting late and I know you got to go, but thanks for letting us bend your ear, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.)
From: https://shepherdexpress.com/advice/art-kumbalek/off-sides/
Monday, September 3, 2018
A Better Mount Pleasant sends:
This is “Lake Foxconn” busting straight through its containment barrier and dumping directly into the Pike River - on September 3rd - not April or May when it really rains.
This kind of silt will not only destroy fish habitats put in place by Root-Pike Watershed Initiative Network, but is also in direct violation of erosion best practices put forward by the DNR.
If you live down river, you have good reason to be angry and concerned.
https://www.facebook.com/abettermtpleasant/videos/526381141100651/
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Racine Uncovered News
Wow, am I out of the loop. Rkacine Uncovered News followed by the Journal Times' site url. And then,"A division of The Journal Times." Holy shift, Batman!
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Community Newsletter: Stop Child Abuse and Neglect
From The Journal Times.com:
Childhood trauma takes many forms: enduring divorce or family separation, experiencing household mental illness or substance abuse, witnessing violence, and being victimized by abuse.
The damaging effects to the physical, mental, and behavioral health of those who experience childhood trauma start in youth and affect students’ ability to learn and teachers’ ability to instruct and manage their classrooms. Trauma sensitive schools are needed to help kids feel safe so they can learn. There are ways educators can help.
Stop Child Abuse and Neglect offers these tips:
- Create a safe space. When a child feels unsafe, he isn’t capable of understanding, reason, or learning. If he is overwhelmed, it might help him to visit the restroom, sit in a private classroom corner sectioned off as a safe place, or pull up a hoodie and put his head on his desk until he decompresses.
- Build connected relationships. Teachers often struggle to convince traumatized students that they care. Perhaps there has never been a trustworthy adult in the child’s life, or she doesn’t want to bond with her teacher because she dreads separation at the year’s end. With time, most children can sense if compassion is sincere, and it can make all the difference in calming an overwhelmed student.
- Help kids regulate their nervous systems. Traumatized children become quickly stressed into hyper-arousal (explosive, irritable) or hypo-arousal (depressed, withdrawn). There are many strategies to restore balance to the nervous system, but each child has to find what works for him. Sometimes it’s as simple as a squeeze ball or being sent on an errand to the office. Help recognize and encourage what works.
- Support development of a coherent narrative. When kids experience trauma, it causes chaos in their environments and their minds. Creating predictability through structure, routines, and reliability helps reduce the chaos a child may feel and allows her to start creating the kind of logical connections that support learning.
- Practice “power-with” strategies. A traumatized child suffers a loss of power and control. If he finds himself back in a situation of helplessness, he may flashback to the original trauma. Instead of power-struggles, model ‘power-with’ relationships with children to help nurture them into adults who treat others with dignity and respect.
- Build social emotional skills. Trauma robs children of time spent developing social and emotional skills or adults to model them. When confronted with challenging classroom behaviors, a teacher’s compassion, recognition of a child’s potential, and example of a safe, stable, nurturing relationship, may be the difference between a child who hopes and knows love and a child with a negative view of himself and the world
- Foster post-traumatic growth. A child might not be able to control the circumstances of her life, but she can learn to have some control over her reaction to them. Teachers can offer stories of how other people have dealt with trauma, teach problem solving, and encourage focus, self-control, and support seeking.
Responding to a child’s behavior in a trauma-informed way takes a lot of empathy. As challenging as it may be, understand that the child is just trying the best they can to communicate the pain inside of them. Instead of asking “What is wrong with this child?” ask “What happened to this child?”
From: https://journaltimes.com/lifestyles/faith-and-values/community-newsletter-stop-child-abuse-and-neglect/article_16673a9b-9674-5cb0-92a7-b6105ae182fd.html
From: https://journaltimes.com/lifestyles/faith-and-values/community-newsletter-stop-child-abuse-and-neglect/article_16673a9b-9674-5cb0-92a7-b6105ae182fd.html
Janesville man demonstrates Native American singing
Janesville's Billy Bob Grahn demonstrates Native American singing.
Yorgan For Congress!
From the Gazette Xtra:
The third candidate on the 1st Congressional District ballot says he also would hold town hall meetings if elected.
As reported earlier, Democrat Randy Bryce and Republican Bryan Steil both said they would sign a pledge to hold at least four town hall meetings per year.
Ken Yorgan, an independent who also is on the Nov. 6 ballot, said he would do the same.
“I find it rather amusing to see someone attempting to score political points by pledging to do the job that they are applying for, but I suppose that’s the world that we live in,” Yorgan said in an email. “I have no problem whatsoever with signing, if I am supplied a copy of some sort, but rest assured, meeting with and listening to constituents is simply something that I consider part of a congressman’s basic responsibilities.”
Friday, August 31, 2018
Marijuana use referendum questions on Nov. 6 ballot in 16 Wisconsin counties, two cities
From JSOnline:
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Nov. 6 general election ballots in 14 counties will include advisory referendums asking voters if they would support legalizing medical use or recreational use of marijuana.(Photo: Marina Riker, Associated Press)
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When voters in 16 Wisconsin counties and
two cities go to the polls Nov. 6 they will join a nationwide debate by
marking their ballots for or against legalizing marijuana use either
for medical reasons or personal recreation.
The
advisory referendum questions are scattered on local ballots throughout
the state, from Milwaukee and Dane to La Crosse and Langlade counties
and the cities of Waukesha and Racine. All were approved by county
boards or city councils.
Supportive officials and
marijuana legalization activists say the referendums will provide a
measure of public opinion that can be shared with the state Legislature,
and possibly spur new laws relaxing or eliminating current prohibitions
on pot.
Rep. David Bowen (D-Milwaukee) said voter
approval of the November legalization questions, at a minimum, should
persuade legislators to approve a statewide advisory referendum on
marijuana legalization.
"There would be no denying the results of a statewide referendum," Bowen said.
But
Rep. Melissa Sargent (D-Madison) said there will be no need to wait for
a statewide vote after the November referendums since she, too, expects
approval of the various questions. Those results will come on top of
opinion polls that already show majority support for marijuana
legalization among state voters, Sargent said.
Sargent
intends to re-introduce her marijuana legalization bill when the
Legislature starts a new session in January. She is optimistic the
November referendums will encourage more legislators to co-sponsor the
legislation than in past sessions.
"The most dangerous thing about marijuana in Wisconsin is that it is illegal," Sargent said.
Her
opinion is that that as long as pot remains illegal, it will continue
to be distributed widely in a black market that fosters crime and offers
no consumer protection while creating racial disparities in arrests for
simple possession or use of small amounts of marijuana.
Four for Fridays!
Hello everyone I am really sorry I forgot to post the questions for today. I had a lot of errands to run this morning and my mind was going crazy with everything. I hope you stay dry this weekend with the rain we are going to be getting. Here are your questions.
1) Do you have any Labor Day weekend plans?
2) Are you going to any of the parades this weekend?
3) If you are traveling how far will you be going?
4) Are any of your plans going to be cooking out this weekend?
Have a great weekend and please be safe!
1) Do you have any Labor Day weekend plans?
2) Are you going to any of the parades this weekend?
3) If you are traveling how far will you be going?
4) Are any of your plans going to be cooking out this weekend?
Have a great weekend and please be safe!
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