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Saturday, September 22, 2018
Dear Mr. Gou
It’s high times for soaring marijuana stocks on Wall Street
NEW YORK (AP) — Reefer Madness has gripped Wall Street.
Investors are craving marijuana stocks as Canada prepares to legalize pot next month, leading to giant gains for Canada-based companies listed on U.S. exchanges. Some experts are concerned that the ending will be a buzzkill.
Billions of dollars have poured into the stocks in the last few months, and investors smell green (money, not leaves) in the air as they consider the opportunities these companies might have as the marijuana market in Canada grows, along with the possibility that the U.S. and other countries could follow suit.
The value of one company, British Columbia-based Tilray, has jumped tenfold since its initial public offering just two months ago. The company had $20 million in sales in 2017, but it’s now worth considerably more than Macy’s or Hasbro. With those huge gains have come extreme swings.
Wednesday was a trip for Tilray stock: after closing at $154 the previous day, it opened at $233 a share, soared to $300, and then plunged to $151 before rallying to close at $214. Trading was halted several times because of that volatility.
For some people on Wall Street, it’s bringing back unpleasant memories.
“We just went through this eight months ago with cryptocurrencies,” says investor Ken Mahoney, CEO of New York based Mahoney Asset Management. He said the investors buying these stocks at their current prices are already betting on enormous successes, but even if legal marijuana takes off, some of the companies will fail.
Read more: https://apnews.com/032c53df79c64b9185c63a4f74a6c18d
Investors are craving marijuana stocks as Canada prepares to legalize pot next month, leading to giant gains for Canada-based companies listed on U.S. exchanges. Some experts are concerned that the ending will be a buzzkill.
Billions of dollars have poured into the stocks in the last few months, and investors smell green (money, not leaves) in the air as they consider the opportunities these companies might have as the marijuana market in Canada grows, along with the possibility that the U.S. and other countries could follow suit.
The value of one company, British Columbia-based Tilray, has jumped tenfold since its initial public offering just two months ago. The company had $20 million in sales in 2017, but it’s now worth considerably more than Macy’s or Hasbro. With those huge gains have come extreme swings.
Wednesday was a trip for Tilray stock: after closing at $154 the previous day, it opened at $233 a share, soared to $300, and then plunged to $151 before rallying to close at $214. Trading was halted several times because of that volatility.
For some people on Wall Street, it’s bringing back unpleasant memories.
“We just went through this eight months ago with cryptocurrencies,” says investor Ken Mahoney, CEO of New York based Mahoney Asset Management. He said the investors buying these stocks at their current prices are already betting on enormous successes, but even if legal marijuana takes off, some of the companies will fail.
Read more: https://apnews.com/032c53df79c64b9185c63a4f74a6c18d
The King of Nothing
Dear City of Racine Alderpsersons,
A claim to NO - Thing.
When Citizens have to fear Cory Mason's Enforcers and risk being cheated, beat, shot and charged - for what often amounts to nothing.
It is the City of Racine which exists as a (Corporate) criminal organization.
Hell yA!
The authority to kill without impunity is still the order of the day.
Sincerely,
Tim & Cindy
Friday, September 21, 2018
Zero Gov
Government is the most lethal disease vector in humanity’s history and
has managed to exterminate hundreds of millions of humans.
Courtesy Bill Buppert and Zero Gov -
Marijuana museum opens in Vegas
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| Gabe Williams works on a exhibit at the Cannabition cannabis museum in Las Vegas. The museum celebrating all things cannabis with displays that include a glass bong taller than a giraffe and huggable faux marijuana buds is the newest tourist attraction in Las Vegas. | AP Photo/John Locher |
Regina Garcia Cano | Associated Press
LAS VEGAS — A glass bong taller than a giraffe. Huggable faux marijuana buds. A pool full of foam weed nuggets.
Las Vegas’ newest attraction — and Instagram backdrop — is a museum celebrating all things cannabis.
Nobody will be allowed to light up at Cannabition when it opens Thursday because of a Nevada ban on public consumption of marijuana, but visitors can learn about the drug as they snap photos.
It’s a made-for-social-media museum where every exhibit has lights meant to ensure people take selfies worthy of the no-filter hashtag.
The facility — whose founder says has a goal of destigmatizing marijuana use — will likely land among the talking points officials and others use to try to draw gambling-resistant millennials to Sin City.
It will welcome its first visitors almost 15 months after adults in Nevada began buying recreational marijuana legally, with sales far exceeding state projections.
Read more: https://chicago.suntimes.com/cannabis/cannabition-marijuana-museum-cannabition-vegas/
Four for Fridays
Good morning everyone how have you been doing? I hope everything is going well for you. Drew and I are getting ready to head up north today because tomorrow my son is having a birthday party for both the Grandkids. Here are your questions.
1) Are you ready for Fall to come?
2) Do you like to see the leaves change color?
3) Do you go out driving around to look at the changing colors of the leaves?
4) Are you ready for the colder weather?
Have a great weekend!
1) Are you ready for Fall to come?
2) Do you like to see the leaves change color?
3) Do you go out driving around to look at the changing colors of the leaves?
4) Are you ready for the colder weather?
Have a great weekend!
Money TALKS! While the Suckers Walked!
A Better Mount Pleasant sends:
HOMEOWNER WINS FIGHT AGAINST FOXCONN AND
THE VILLAGE OF MOUNT PLEASANT
Today the Village of Mount Pleasant Plan Commission approved a new road plan for Prairie View Drive which will replace the current north end of Prairie View Drive, a road that runs west from Highway H into the Foxconn Development Area I. The first portion of the road will be a public street. There will be an intersection at the northwest corner of Prairie View Drive and West Prairie View Drive where current homeowners will be able to turn south and access their properties. The road will also continue west and become a private road that will service Foxconn’s manufacturing campus. East Prairie View Drive will be discontinued. According to Claude Lois, Mount Pleasant’s Project Director, Foxconn will pay for the new road and its contractor will install it pursuant to Village requirements.
Only one property owner in the Prairie View Drive subdivision, Jim and Kim Mahoney, have not reached a settlement to sell their property to the Village of Mount Pleasant. While the Village previously told the Mahoneys and all other property owners in that subdivision that it would acquire their access rights to the new roadway and therefore, acquire their property under eminent domain, it appears the Village has abandoned that plan and will allow the Mahoneys to continue to live in their 19-month-old home.
Kim Mahoney said she just found out yesterday when the Village forwarded to her a copy of the new road plans. She said they have not heard from the Village in almost two months regarding their property. The Village had only made one offer to buy their property back in April which the Mahoneys rejected. They made a counteroffer in the beginning of August to which the Village has never responded. Kim Mahoney is happy that she is not going lose her new home and says she would rather live on the Foxconn campus than settle for a smaller lot or someone else’s home. The Mahoneys now plan to add improvements to their new home including paving the driveway and walkways, and adding a patio but those improvements must first be approved by the Village Board because the area has been designated a “blighted area.”
When asked why she thinks the Village is allowing them to stay, Mahoney said she doesn’t know, but she has been very outspoken, challenging the Village’s authority to deny them access to the roadway and to take their property using eminent domain for purposes of handing it over to another private party. She said since 2006, Wisconsin law prevents the government from doing that to homeowners unless the property is needed for a public use, such as a railroad, a road or utilities. She said the Village has also been unwilling to consider increased costs to rebuild their home on a similar 1-acre lot in a nearby rural subdivision.
The question we now have is would other homeowners have chosen to stay if they had been given the choice? All homeowners were told by the Village of Mount Pleasant that they did not have a choice, that if they did not agree to sell, the Village would take their home using eminent domain and they would be paid less. It turns out, that wasn’t really the case.
THE VILLAGE OF MOUNT PLEASANT
Today the Village of Mount Pleasant Plan Commission approved a new road plan for Prairie View Drive which will replace the current north end of Prairie View Drive, a road that runs west from Highway H into the Foxconn Development Area I. The first portion of the road will be a public street. There will be an intersection at the northwest corner of Prairie View Drive and West Prairie View Drive where current homeowners will be able to turn south and access their properties. The road will also continue west and become a private road that will service Foxconn’s manufacturing campus. East Prairie View Drive will be discontinued. According to Claude Lois, Mount Pleasant’s Project Director, Foxconn will pay for the new road and its contractor will install it pursuant to Village requirements.
Only one property owner in the Prairie View Drive subdivision, Jim and Kim Mahoney, have not reached a settlement to sell their property to the Village of Mount Pleasant. While the Village previously told the Mahoneys and all other property owners in that subdivision that it would acquire their access rights to the new roadway and therefore, acquire their property under eminent domain, it appears the Village has abandoned that plan and will allow the Mahoneys to continue to live in their 19-month-old home.
Kim Mahoney said she just found out yesterday when the Village forwarded to her a copy of the new road plans. She said they have not heard from the Village in almost two months regarding their property. The Village had only made one offer to buy their property back in April which the Mahoneys rejected. They made a counteroffer in the beginning of August to which the Village has never responded. Kim Mahoney is happy that she is not going lose her new home and says she would rather live on the Foxconn campus than settle for a smaller lot or someone else’s home. The Mahoneys now plan to add improvements to their new home including paving the driveway and walkways, and adding a patio but those improvements must first be approved by the Village Board because the area has been designated a “blighted area.”
When asked why she thinks the Village is allowing them to stay, Mahoney said she doesn’t know, but she has been very outspoken, challenging the Village’s authority to deny them access to the roadway and to take their property using eminent domain for purposes of handing it over to another private party. She said since 2006, Wisconsin law prevents the government from doing that to homeowners unless the property is needed for a public use, such as a railroad, a road or utilities. She said the Village has also been unwilling to consider increased costs to rebuild their home on a similar 1-acre lot in a nearby rural subdivision.
The question we now have is would other homeowners have chosen to stay if they had been given the choice? All homeowners were told by the Village of Mount Pleasant that they did not have a choice, that if they did not agree to sell, the Village would take their home using eminent domain and they would be paid less. It turns out, that wasn’t really the case.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
In Racine County, a court dispute over access to public records is fought in secrecy
From JSOnline:
A Racine County judge said he's only
sealed one case in his career. The case he chose to hide from taxpayers
and Racine city residents? A petition for access to public records.
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Sandy Weidner(Photo: Mark Balwinski)
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The
unusual case, now on appeal but also absent from the Court of Appeals
web-based index, has only come to light because a maverick Racine Common
Council member got tired of what she calls growing secrecy and
concentrated power in her local government.
"To me, it’s a huge issue," said Sandy Weidner. "I’m willing to defy the judge's order that it’s sealed."
Advocates
for open government are astounded and have never heard of a public
records suit being sealed, or any kind of case without some record of
who the parties are and why it was under seal.
"Everything
I know about this case seems atrocious," said Bill Lueders, president
of the Wisconsin Freedom of Information Council.
"These
communications should never have been withheld. The trial court judge
should never have allowed this matter to be adjudicated in secret. His
decision should not have been sealed. The appellate court should not
have allowed this secrecy to extend to the appeal."
"These are low-level communications from local residents about local issues, not the Pentagon Papers," Lueders said.
Our "leaders" are lying pigs.
No Surprise Here!
Dear City of Racine Alderpersons,
It appears that the corrupt Courts and Judges of Racine County are just there to provide cover for the criminal misdeeds of Public Officials and the wealthy – it happens again, and again, and again. Anything goes for those with the right political connections.
Past outrages include:
Racine County Circuit Judge Gerald Ptacek ruling that John Dickert was acting in his official capacity as Mayor while he was campaigning during a radio interview at WRJN. Thus forcing City of Racine taxpayers to pay John Dickert’s S100,000 legal bills? A ruling which any competent Judge or conscious public would know was – at best – LAUGHABLE, and downright contrary to the laws of State of Wisconsin! Because IF John Dickert was campaigning while Mayor, it would be a criminal act!
Racine County Circuit Judge Eugene Gasiorkiewicz sentencing convicted child molester Curt Johnson, worth $2.7 billion, to 4 months is the County Jail, and a $6,000 fine as part of his punishment for two misdemeanor charges of fourth-degree sexual assault and disorderly conduct. He pleaded guilty to both back in June.He didn't even have to register as a SEX OFFENDER!
Both charges were drastically amended; Johnson was initially charged with repeated sexual assault of a child, which is a felony.
And now the latest outrage, from Racine County Circuit Judge Eugene Gasiorkiewicz:
...after meeting with lawyers in his chambers (concerning Sandy Weidner’s Open Records lawsuit) , telling others there for the hearing that they had to leave because he was sealing the case.
Both charges were drastically amended; Johnson was initially charged with repeated sexual assault of a child, which is a felony.
And now the latest outrage, from Racine County Circuit Judge Eugene Gasiorkiewicz:
...after meeting with lawyers in his chambers (concerning Sandy Weidner’s Open Records lawsuit) , telling others there for the hearing that they had to leave because he was sealing the case.
The judge said recently he sealed the case “because of the nature of the action. It’s one that shouldn’t be open. I made a public policy determination.”
But wasn’t it an open records case? “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. It’s sealed,” Gasiorkiewicz said.
Read the entire article at: https://www.jsonline.com/story/news/politics/2018/09/19/wisconsin-open-records-fight-plays-out-secrecy/1307258002/
As for City of Racine Attorney Scott Letteney - it's amazing that he finds for such harassing nonsense since he must also perform his duties as Town of Geneva Municipal Judge. At least City of Racine's part time City Attorney/Town of Geneva Municipal Judge has good connections with the corrupt Courts and Judges of Racine County.
Sincerely,
Tim & Cindy
Judge Gasiorkiewicz,
Are you fukking nuts?
In the past I have documented that the Racine County court system is a corrupt cesspool of scheming and complicit judges, a corrupt district attorney (Michael Nieskes) who engaged in the criminal act of filing a false affidavit into court records and a dirty judge (Gerald Ptacek) who protected the piece of shit Michael Nieskes from being subpoenaed into court to impeach his testimony of his false affidavit.
But - Never in my wildest of dreams would I have expected to see the day where a circuit court case is completely remove from the court dockets to avoid public scrutiny.
To further add insult, a complicit court of Appeals is also engaged in the egregious conduct of not docketing the court case. These acts are against the public's right to oversee our courts (however derelict and corrupt they may be).
You judge Gasiorkiewicz have reach another new low - even for the ever corrupt 2nd district circuit court.
How proud 2nd. district circuit court Chief Judge Jason Rossell must be overseeing such contemptible acts upon the public.
I request the assigned court docket case # of your sealed court case involving Sandy Weidner and I want the docket # immediately.
Please see Open Records Request attachment.
Respectfully submitted,
Legal Stranger
Open Blog - Thursday
Y'know, originally thumbs up meant kill the guy and thumbs down meant spare him.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Cory & Company make DeGroot & Company look like Pikers.
A Racine County judge said he's only
sealed one case in his career. The case he chose to hide from taxpayers
and Racine city residents? A petition for access to public records.
The
unusual case, now on appeal but also absent from the Court of Appeals
web-based index, has only come to light because a maverick Racine Common
Council member got tired of what she calls growing secrecy and
concentrated power in her local government.
"To me, it’s a huge issue," said Sandy Weidner. "I’m willing to defy the judge's order that it’s sealed."
Advocates
for open government are astounded and have never heard of a public
records suit being sealed, or any kind of case without some record of
who the parties are and why it was under seal.
"Everything
I know about this case seems atrocious," said Bill Lueders, president
of the Wisconsin Freedom of Information Council.
"These
communications should never have been withheld. The trial court judge
should never have allowed this matter to be adjudicated in secret. His
decision should not have been sealed. The appellate court should not
have allowed this secrecy to extend to the appeal."
"These are low-level communications from local residents about local issues, not the Pentagon Papers," Lueders said.
Patrick Kabat, a
First Amendment lawyer in Cleveland who leads a First Amendment clinic
at the Cleveland-Marshall College of Law, said it's unheard of for a
judge to seal an entire case without some public record of why.
"This
is not a public records issue, it’s a courts access issue," he said,
"and state open meetings law doesn’t control that, it can’t be wished
away."
Kabat said his clinic's focus is
"reminding courts there are two parties in front of them, but the
forgotten third party is the public. And its right is enforceable."
Man accused of biting 3-year-old's face
From The Journal Times.com:
RACINE — A Racine man is facing charges after allegedly biting a 3-year-old girl in the face and beating her mother.
Timothy H. Monroe, 19, of the 1000 block of Dr. Martin Luther King Drive, is charged with felony counts of physical abuse of a child, intentionally causing bodily harm, and false imprisonment, and misdemeanor battery.
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As of Tuesday afternoon, Monroe remained in custody on a $500 cash bond and a $5,000 signature bond, online records show. A preliminary hearing is set for Oct. 3 at the Law Enforcement Center, 717 Wisconsin Ave.
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/man-accused-of-biting--year-old-s-face/article_616a4f34-b468-59d9-aac1-6cb77f8e9285.html#tracking-source=home-trending
This guy's cash bond is $500. Once again, Racine demonstrates its antipathy toward children. Mr. Monroe should be bitten on the face and punched in the eye.
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| Monroe |
Timothy H. Monroe, 19, of the 1000 block of Dr. Martin Luther King Drive, is charged with felony counts of physical abuse of a child, intentionally causing bodily harm, and false imprisonment, and misdemeanor battery.
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As of Tuesday afternoon, Monroe remained in custody on a $500 cash bond and a $5,000 signature bond, online records show. A preliminary hearing is set for Oct. 3 at the Law Enforcement Center, 717 Wisconsin Ave.
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/man-accused-of-biting--year-old-s-face/article_616a4f34-b468-59d9-aac1-6cb77f8e9285.html#tracking-source=home-trending
This guy's cash bond is $500. Once again, Racine demonstrates its antipathy toward children. Mr. Monroe should be bitten on the face and punched in the eye.
Dear Madame Zoltar
We've been fortunate that we had few days of real heat. Not enough rain, but that's true of almost every growing season now. Climate change can be felt everywhere, but there's not a lot we can do about it. It's the huge industrial producers, especially overseas, that poison our air and water. We better start taking care of this planet or the UFOs will,
As Ms. Tender Heart Bear proclaimed in another thread, she is in second place in this week's standings in the Irregular Footbal League.
I'm in fifth place and Mr. OrbsCorbs is in sixth. Mr. hale-boppremains the man to beat. Go get him, Ms. Tender Heart Bear.
In professional football, our Green Bat Packers had to settle for a tie with the Minnesota Vikings. Pretty soon Aaron Rodgers will have a brace attached to every joint on his body. The $19.8 million dollar man. I want so badly to believe, but I know that Mr. Rodgers will be further injured. It's his karma, or kismet. All those millions have purchased us a porcelain doll. Watch how easily he breaks.
I remember the old days of Bart Starr and shrugging off an injury. No prima donnas then. Those days are long past. Back then, they played football. Today, they perform.
My condolences to the family of the Mount Pleasant public works employee who was killed by a car.
And my condolences to the family of Alderman Ray DeHahn. Not too many are willing to serve like he did.
Indeed, most people don't give a damn about local politics, just so long as their money keeps coming in. At times I feel that we're a city of idiots ruled over by even bigger idiots. What does it matter? Who cares? Just a few. Most people are too busy with their own lives to get involved in politics. The politicians count on that. Thus they rule the roost.
Junior is back driving again. I haven't asked Señor Zanza about the details, and I don't intend to. I assume that what they're doing is legal. If it's not, they'll get busted. Junior is cursed with the Zoltar curse: an inability to commit crime. He's gotten around it in the past, but now he seems more mellow and trusting. He's getting older.
Mr. Trump has been extraordinarily quiet this past week. Now that most of his key staff members are under investigation, he has quieted down. Perhaps he knows what's next, what will be revealed. He might get impeached yet.
That's it. I love you all and wish for nothing but the best for you. I love readers of my blog. We are family.
madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com
Enjoy what's left of summer. We'll still get some warm days even though the nights are cool. Great sleeping weather. Great weather for a hike or a bicycle ride. Get out and do something.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Mushroom Clod
All summer long I got my dinky apartment’s windows sprung wide so’s to attract a gentle cooling breeze and soothe my heated brow. And all summer long—morning, noon and night—all I heard was the constant kvetching from a focking uber-flock of winged rats hell-bent on keeping me sleep deprived.
And what do these garbage birds really need to communicate to each other that’s so important—“Hey, I just flew by the corner of Water Street and Juneau and saw some college knob puke his guts out; so beaks off. That vomit is mine, assholes.”
So yesterday, I closed my windows what with the finally weather. I took a stroll around the neighborhood and noticed there was nary a suck-ass seagull to be seen or heard. I rushed back to my dinky apartment for a soothing snooze, the first in months. Mission accomplished.
And I awoke from some stupid dream during which I had shaved half my dome smooth as a baby’s butt and then grew my hair on the other half extra-long so I could comb it over the bald half. I got to tell you, when I start having dreams about fashion, my world is crumbling. I hate fashion. And I hate dreams. For christ sakes, you fall asleep and all of a sudden your brain becomes some kind of focking avant-garde film director high on LSD? Sleep is overrated, what the fock, ain’a?
So I became awake, put on the TV and thought I heard that the History Channel’s going to repeat a show coming up about big-deal historical discoveries and discoverers—probably the usual suspects, you know, your fire, movable type, Tyco Brahe, flight, Albert Einstein, combustion engine, the transistor, Leonardo da focking Vinci—which sounded like a good chance for me to further catch up on my sleep-time and then awaken with restored energy for pissing and moaning.
But hey, I’ll bet you a buck two-eighty one thing they won’t mention on that show is the discovery of the liquor store. I tell you, the guy who came up with that kind of scheme should be in the historical hall of fame. Only a thousand years ago, I don’t know if people even had stores for anything much less one devoted only to good times stored in bottles on shelves that are never empty. I suppose hundreds and hundreds of years ago, if a regular guy had a taste for a little eye opener, he had to go make his own. What a pain in the butt, ain’a? Probably what happened is that breakthroughs in political theory proved that the more time spent making hootch, the less time spent drinking it—an equation that gave rise to wars that could last a hundred years at a crack, I kid you not.
And I’ll bet this show won’t touch on the importance of the discovery of the gentlemen’s periodical and its role in the creation of the modern society we enjoy today. Hard to imagine the hoops you’d have to jump through even 500 years ago just to see a gal buck-naked. Sure, a lot of those old-fart fine-art painters you might’ve heard of in school knew from putting skin on canvas, but during their time in the Middle Ages, most of their paintings were scooped up by some kind of liege lord and locked up for safekeeping in a dank castle, unavailable for the perusal and edification of the common Joe Blow pissant.
HOLD ON! Just read this excerpt from the Stormy Daniels soon-to-be-released book, Full Disclosure. This, from NBC News: Daniels had lingering remorse over the experience for years, writing that any time she'd see Trump on television, she’d think: “I had sex with that, I’d say to myself. Eech.”
So let’s get out of here with a little story: So this little kid just got potty trained. But when he went to the bathroom to go Number One, the kid managed to hit everything but the toilet. So mom had to go clean up every time the kid went to take a leak. After two weeks, she had enough and took him the doctor.
After the exam, the doctor said, “My good woman. The problem for your son is that his, shall we say, ‘unit’ is too small. An old wives’ tale is to give him two slices of toast each morning, and his unit will grow so that he can hold it and aim straight. You may want to try that.”
Next morning the little kid jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. There on the table are 12 slices of toast. “Mom!” the kid says. “The doctor said I only had to eat two slices.” The mother says, “I know. The other ten are for your father.”
Ba-ding! ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I “toad” you so.
From: https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=514457884876261588#editor/target=post;postID=5632996840880527882
And what do these garbage birds really need to communicate to each other that’s so important—“Hey, I just flew by the corner of Water Street and Juneau and saw some college knob puke his guts out; so beaks off. That vomit is mine, assholes.”
So yesterday, I closed my windows what with the finally weather. I took a stroll around the neighborhood and noticed there was nary a suck-ass seagull to be seen or heard. I rushed back to my dinky apartment for a soothing snooze, the first in months. Mission accomplished.
And I awoke from some stupid dream during which I had shaved half my dome smooth as a baby’s butt and then grew my hair on the other half extra-long so I could comb it over the bald half. I got to tell you, when I start having dreams about fashion, my world is crumbling. I hate fashion. And I hate dreams. For christ sakes, you fall asleep and all of a sudden your brain becomes some kind of focking avant-garde film director high on LSD? Sleep is overrated, what the fock, ain’a?
So I became awake, put on the TV and thought I heard that the History Channel’s going to repeat a show coming up about big-deal historical discoveries and discoverers—probably the usual suspects, you know, your fire, movable type, Tyco Brahe, flight, Albert Einstein, combustion engine, the transistor, Leonardo da focking Vinci—which sounded like a good chance for me to further catch up on my sleep-time and then awaken with restored energy for pissing and moaning.
But hey, I’ll bet you a buck two-eighty one thing they won’t mention on that show is the discovery of the liquor store. I tell you, the guy who came up with that kind of scheme should be in the historical hall of fame. Only a thousand years ago, I don’t know if people even had stores for anything much less one devoted only to good times stored in bottles on shelves that are never empty. I suppose hundreds and hundreds of years ago, if a regular guy had a taste for a little eye opener, he had to go make his own. What a pain in the butt, ain’a? Probably what happened is that breakthroughs in political theory proved that the more time spent making hootch, the less time spent drinking it—an equation that gave rise to wars that could last a hundred years at a crack, I kid you not.
And I’ll bet this show won’t touch on the importance of the discovery of the gentlemen’s periodical and its role in the creation of the modern society we enjoy today. Hard to imagine the hoops you’d have to jump through even 500 years ago just to see a gal buck-naked. Sure, a lot of those old-fart fine-art painters you might’ve heard of in school knew from putting skin on canvas, but during their time in the Middle Ages, most of their paintings were scooped up by some kind of liege lord and locked up for safekeeping in a dank castle, unavailable for the perusal and edification of the common Joe Blow pissant.
HOLD ON! Just read this excerpt from the Stormy Daniels soon-to-be-released book, Full Disclosure. This, from NBC News: Daniels had lingering remorse over the experience for years, writing that any time she'd see Trump on television, she’d think: “I had sex with that, I’d say to myself. Eech.”
So let’s get out of here with a little story: So this little kid just got potty trained. But when he went to the bathroom to go Number One, the kid managed to hit everything but the toilet. So mom had to go clean up every time the kid went to take a leak. After two weeks, she had enough and took him the doctor.
After the exam, the doctor said, “My good woman. The problem for your son is that his, shall we say, ‘unit’ is too small. An old wives’ tale is to give him two slices of toast each morning, and his unit will grow so that he can hold it and aim straight. You may want to try that.”
Next morning the little kid jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. There on the table are 12 slices of toast. “Mom!” the kid says. “The doctor said I only had to eat two slices.” The mother says, “I know. The other ten are for your father.”
Ba-ding! ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I “toad” you so.
From: https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=514457884876261588#editor/target=post;postID=5632996840880527882
Mount Pleasant worker dies after being struck by car
From The Journal Times.com:
MOUNT PLEASANT — The Mount Pleasant public works employee struck by a car on Monday afternoon has died, Mount Pleasant Village Administrator Maureen Murphy confirmed Tuesday morning.
Murphy confirmed the identity of the man killed as 61-year-old Dan Huck.
“We are heartbroken by the loss of Dan Huck. Dan was struck by a vehicle yesterday while doing his job. Our thoughts are with Dan's family as they grieve his loss,” Murphy said in a statement sent out to Mount Pleasant employees Tuesday morning.
“Dan was a 22-year veteran of the Village’s Sewer Utility. He will be missed by his co-workers. Dan is survived by two daughters and a grandchild.”
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/mount-pleasant-worker-dies-after-being-struck-by-car/article_8dada994-31a3-50d4-9cea-e536585dbe68.html#tracking-source=home-top-story
That's the second death of a public works employee this summer. Both were struck by cars. My condolences to Mr. Huck's family.
Read more: https://journaltimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/mount-pleasant-worker-dies-after-being-struck-by-car/article_8dada994-31a3-50d4-9cea-e536585dbe68.html#tracking-source=home-top-story
That's the second death of a public works employee this summer. Both were struck by cars. My condolences to Mr. Huck's family.
Monday, September 17, 2018
GARSKI FOUND NOT GUILTY AFTER VILLAGE FILES MUNICIPAL COURT COMPLAINT
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Open Blog - Monday
Those who fought for our freedom and then put together our country were inspired.
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
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