Dog Bless Us One And All

…. a time when if I heard a police officer had been shot, I’d be really upset about it and hope that they caught the shooter. Now, my first response would be to ask if it was a real cop or just a wanna be meter maid.

If it was a “Lovely Rita” meter maid, I’d be hard pressed to feel too much sympathy, and that has nothing to do with the jive ass ticket I got in Venice a month ago where I was cited for parking for more than two hours. It seems that even though you keep feeding the meter, you have to move your car out of the spot a few feet, and then it’s o.k. to return and park again and feed the meter more quarters.

That was sure topped this morning while I was driving around endless blocks trying to find a spot to park. Then I saw a woman enter her car and start it up, I waited one car back in the traffic lane and waved cars around me while I waited for her to leave. A traffic control office pulled in behind me, and after I waved for her to go around, she pulled along side and said I couldn’t double park. I said “I’m not double parking, I’m not parking at all, only waiting for that car to leave so I could get that parking space”.

Miss paragon of warmth informed me that there was a maximum 18 inch from the curb to tire requirement, so I was double parking. Again, I said that I’m not parking, I’m just waiting for the space to open up. 

Because there’s always the chance that some parking ticket in the distant past might have fallen off my windshield (windscreen in Brit talk), and so there’s always a distant possibility that a warrant is out there somewhere waiting for me, so rather than take that risk, I chose to move on.

It’s a good thing that she didn’t get out of her little gas saving mobile headquarters of parking control, and then bend over to check on my front license plate. 

You know those accidents where your foot slips off the brake and floors the gas?

I’m not recommending that anyone do this.

I’m only saying……

That’s my prediction for the duration of the marriage of Jenna Bush and that idiot Henry Hager. Picture someone running at full speed down the pier trying to jump on the Titanic as it’s leaving its mooring, is that a clear enough image of Henry? 

It will probably take even less time for the new groom to sweep himself clean out of the love nest he’ll try to make for the lesser of the two first daughters, too bad he got the one that looks like her commander in chimp father, instead of the (i.m.h.o.) cuter one that looks like her mother. 

Mmmm, bragging rights to being married to the daughter of the worst ever president of the U.S.A. will quickly drop even further in value once the love birds lose their access to the white house, especially if “W” leaves office wearing tar and feathers as so many of us expect.  

Perhaps at the wedding reception they’ll have a frog march procession in place of a conga line?

Gotta wonder about the pre-nup, were there stipulations regarding non-disclosure of stupid things said off camera by the papa-in-law?

My fears and predictions of what “October” (or near then) surprise we have in store for us from prezadidnt Bush have once again been substantiated, the jiggling around with the election process is in the works:

http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/050908P.shtml

The only good part of this is that at least some of the back room mechanizations of the oh-so clean John McCain have surfaced.

I’m waiting for the other boot to drop, the one with the brown squishy stuff stuck on the bottom.

It seems that Barack Obama, or perhaps someone in his camp, has finally seen the light.

Well, it’s either that or they saw my blog of about three weeks ago wherein I recommended ignoring Bill Clinton’s wife and going balls to the wall against John (McWheezy, McGeezer?) McCain.

See how easy it is to not even mention her name?

http://www#mce_temp_url#.truthout.org/docs_2006/050808N.shtml

That link was on Truthout.org this morning, but have a look at what I wrote on April 14th:

http://boskolives.wordpress.com/2008/04/14/should-obama-ask/

It seems that it’s not too difficult to speak things into (or out of) existence……

It’s who you…. er….. Monica’d? Um, or maybe just Blewinskied? 

Well, it seems that the so called “D.C. Madam” was found dead of self inflicted injuries, or so they say. I suppose it’s just a bit more believable that she hung herself, than if it was announced that she had shot herself in the back. Maybe three times. With a 12 gauge shotgun. A pump shotgun at that. 

I also have to suppose that her customer list died with her. Well, except for an unlucky fu sort like Sen. David Vitter, a Louisiana Republican who was a frequent flyer, as it were, with her service.

I think all’s not yet done with this simmering pot of weasels…….

A CNN anchor was arrested very late at night last week in Central Park in New York, with some meth in his possession and some rope tied to parts of his body that usually don’t get tied up (not in my home, anyway). And perhaps he doesn’t need to verbally tell us the specifics of why he was there, or what he was looking for.

His name? Richard Quest.

What’s another name for someone with the name Richard on their birth certificate?

Dick… You know, like Dick Nixon.

So what is your mission, Dick Quest?

And, how did your quest go, Dick?

I suppose he could go by the AKA of Richard Hunter,

or more to the… eh… point, Richard Gazinia?

But, is he distantly related to either Ben Dover or Heywood Jablome?

Just asking…..

Prescott Bush, grandfather of “W.”, made his family millions with his financial dealings with the Germans just before (and maybe even during and after) WWII, so it should be no suprise that his generation two low caliber offspring should still be following the basic Nazi gameplan, set up by one Karl Rove. That’s Karl spelled with a “K” huh?

From Hermann Goering, Hitler’s #2 Man:
“The people don’t want war, naturally the common people don’t want war: neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to bring the people along, whether it is a democracy, a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

So, soon after the Reichstag fire, the emergency order of February 28, 1933, read:

“Paragraphs 114, 115, 117, 118, 123, 124, and 153 in the German Reich Constitution are provisionally null and void. Accordingly, the restrictions on personal freedom and the right to express opinions freely, including freedoms of the press, association, and assembly; monitoring of letters, cables, and telephone calls, searches of homes, and expropriation of property, and restrictions thereon, are hereby revoked within the limits previously stipulated in the law.”

Well, that smells a lot like many of the provisions of the “Patriot Act”.

Hmm, it seems like a “perfect storm” is brewing, one that will make a fine setup for the coming, or maybe not coming national elections. Well, hey, aren’t we all getting our full dose of enjoyment from the distraction of the Democratic self destruction party? Keeps you well occupied just waiting for the media to entertain us with stories about straw dogs and loose pussy (cats) that just happen to surface at the optimum moment.

Hmm indeed……

….It seems that the protocols of nicety have gone away, as this evening I was bent over a barrel (as you might have guessed, it was an oil barrel)  without an excuse me, a reach around, or even a hand shake. 

On the way home from working on a reality t.v. show I stopped in Hollywood to add a little gas to the van for the ride back to the valley. So I stopped at a Chevron station, and without looking at the cost first, I stuck the nozzle in and started to pump (how’s that for a metaphor or two?). A screeching halt to this came when I noticed that the price window was showing $4.45.9 cents a gallon. I figured that the nearly a gallon I had pumped could be enough of an insurance policy to at least get me to another, cheaper station in the valley, so I stopped. Next morning at Costco Van Nuys: $3.89.9, about an additional 10 cents a gallon off using my American Express card. Do the math……

Those poor bastards living in Hollywood, no huge number of stars in the bars or implanted on the sidewalks will ever make up for the hosing they get at the pumps there.

This adds insult to injury on the day the the government extracts its final pound of flesh in the form of income tax filing, money that it needs to continue the massive war effort that was to give us cheap and plentiful gasoline. 

Yup, still waiting for that cheap gas…..

My first suggestion would be for you to never, ever mention Hillary Clinton by name, instead focus every bit of your energy on nailing John McCain to that cross that he really would like to be seen as carrying. McCain’s the one you must do battle with, consider Clinton history and it will happen.

And my second suggestion: Get your ass out in front of the cameras and speak directly to the reality of what you said about poor small-town Pennsylvania voters being bitter over their economic circumstances. They are, suggest that the noise makers just ask the voters.

Here is the exact quote from Obama:

 ”You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania, and like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton Administration and the Bush Administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are going to regenerate and they have not. And it’s not surprising, then, they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” 

I can’t see one thing wrong or untrue about what you said, so what’s going on with all of the Clinton / McClain critical crap talk about it? Are they unable to come up with anything positive about their own stances that they can publish?

Just to set the record straight, I’m not an Obama Supporter, he’s just the least objectionable candidate now running for president in what passes for a two party system. I was, and still would be, actually and actively supporting John Edwards or Dennis Kucinich were they able to get past the democratic election running machine (A.K.A. the “smoke filled room”) that actually makes all of the decisions in “our” name as to who will be the official candidate. 

I have to wonder how much “Global Warming” will have to take place before the Northern provinces of Canada have a winter temperature range that normal humans can live with. 

I’m waiting….

Alas, once again from the back of the bus….

My last name starts with the letter “W”, the same as the middle initial of that asshole George “W” Bush. It’s very scary that I share all three out of a possible three initials with that moron, but with the order flipped around. Do I have a touch of the dark side hidden away?

In my life, this little inverted “M” has often left me, but for the existence of Annette and Stanley Zurwalski in my elementary school days, far at the end of the line for most things. With the standard seating chart logic, you could usually find me in the back of the classroom, far from a place to catch the finer points of a lecture. To the best of my spotty at best memory, the only exception has been during the third or fourth grade, when the newly developed polio vaccine shot was given to school kids, and some administrator at the school decided to start at the (no pun intended) rear end of the alphabet. Ouch. Thanks, no thanks.

This comes to mind now because last week I received a call from a company that’s located in Maryland that was looking for a sound recordist in the Los Angeles area for a Discovery Channel shoot. When I asked how they got my name so I could thank whoever passed it to them, they said it was from a directory that lists (among other things) crew people that work in the film industry. I’ve been in this book for over 25 years, and this is the first time I’ve ever gotten a call for a job from it. I asked them why they had not been able to find anyone in the first 95% of the listings, and the woman I spoke to said only that they had decided to start at the back of the list, for whatever reason.

Could it be that Eric Zeehandelaar is dead, or maybe just out of town?

Sometimes I think that I’d like to start over with a name something like Abe Aardvark, just to see what it’s like to get the jump on almost everything else in life. 

What say you, Billy Arvia?

BTW, here’s a link to Billy’s usually very funny blog: http://www.triplebee.squarespace.com