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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 7, 2013 23:01:02 GMT
There is a gentleman who lives in my neighborhood – mid-30’s, very successful family man and without sounding like a school girl, he is drop dead beautiful – definitely GQ cover material.
The past few times I have run into him I noticed that his neck, chin and cheeks looked more like an illustration from a tropical disease manual than his usual well groomed face. There were more ingrown hairs on his neck than hairs on his head in my view. The last time I met him on the street we got to chatting and through the course of a “normal” conversation I brought up the change in his face – i.e. tenderized meat versus baby’s bottom. He explained that a few months (MONTHS) ago he had switched from his regular shaving soap and safety razor to an electric shaver. When I pointed out that the switch was not going well he explained why he could not (COULD NOT) switch back…..
You see, when he shaved with soap/cream (what ever they call it these days) he got soap on his phone when he answered it and soap on the cord of his ear phones, and if his hands were wet he could not send texts. Thud!
With great restraint I avoided asking him how his phone is affecting his conjugal duties, because I already have a mental picture that makes me shudder……………
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 29, 2013 13:26:49 GMT
Recently I was approaching a post box to mail a letter (a very infrequent act these days!)and when I was within spitting distance (okay, an arm's length) of the box a young woman approached. This bimbo (sorry, but her jersey shorts where so short I could tell she was a fan of "Brazil" and so tight that I could read the date on the Lincoln penny in her pocket, and her cut up tee-shirt turned midriff top was equally as tight - and obviously the only article of clothing above her waist - eye candy but nevertheless a BIMBO)was chatting on her hands-free phone - the ear buds and cord arrangement. She was clutching a Netflicks envelope in the same hand that she had her phone in. As she approached I distinctly heard her say "There's an old guy in my way - wait a minute". At which time she nearly knocked me over so she could get to the box before me. Before I could hit her "upside the head" with my stick, she pulled open the door of the box and as she dropped in the envelope, she dropped her phone as well ........ and released the door. She said "Oh Shit!" and I started to giggle....... and then I roared, doubled over, tears running down my face after she tried pulling the phone out by the headset cord WITHOUT OPENING THE DOOR! She was left with a broken cord in her hand and a mouth full of invectives, directed at both me and the post box, using words that I have not used since prep school............
See, life IS still worth living, if just for such moments................
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 29, 2013 19:38:31 GMT
There are probably two dozen times a day when I am tempted to laugh or heap scorn on what someone is wearing ........ and I only have to remind myself of some of the things I have worn in the past to "straighten me up".........
Since I have dressed myself, when not dressed in fairly traditional business attire, I tend to go the Levis 501 and boots with a chambray shirt route, but once in a while my Peacock spreads it's tail feathers...........
I once owned (and wore) a sharkskin suit so shiny and hard that it reflected sunlight ..........with pleated trousers and pegged cuffs ....... and I wore it with a very skinny knit tie, penny loafers with dimes in them, and (God help me!) a narrow brimmed GRAY fedora.............
In the sixties I wore a pair of blue and white vertical striped bell bottom trousers with the bells so big they covered, to the floor, my Dingo harness boots............wore them with a skin-tight knitted long sleeve Henley and a fringed (cringe!) suede belt with a "dope" pouch attached ..........
Inspired by a spread in GQ I once attended a very "important" daytime soiree in the Hamptons in a pair of oyster white silk slacks (so sheer I couldn't wear drawers???) with a large baggy sheer linen top (untucked).......... to cap it all off? White (yep, white) Gucci loafers, sans socks, and a veritable slag heap of gold chains and bracelets...........
And yes, I once owned a white polyester 3 piece suit..............(hanging head in shame - it's twin was forest green - but it looked so COOL on the dance floor with a fringed yellow silk scarf dangling around my neck.....)
Somewhere in the Eighties, when they first debuted as a fashion instead of a physical education uniform I wore a pair of high topped sneakers (with the over sized puffy tongue)with baggy, pegged jeans, a leather tie and an unlined linen sport jacket with the sleeves rolled up.........oh, the shirt you ask? A $112 dollar silk tee-shirt from Lauren.........yes, a tee-shirt with a tie ......... a narrow leather tie................I was NOT a teenager then ...... or even a Young Adult...........what was I thinking..............
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 29, 2013 23:41:37 GMT
I had a guy arrested a few months ago - well at least he was arrested on my eye witness account. He WAS the live-in boy friend of a woman who lives in my neighborhood - and he is actually a nice guy (as children in their forties go). He was walking her Yorkie one afternoon (I was on the opposite street corner), with the dog on one of those retractable leads, and he was texting on his phone at the same time. He later stated that he didn't realize how much of the lead was "out" or how long it was, but as he neared the corner of our side street and a very busy main avenue, while still texting, HE stopped, but the dog kept going, as the lead allowed him to. Needless to go into the graphic details, but the dog was killed by a car. While on the lead. While the guy was still texting. The woman driving the car was hysterical (understandably) so I called the police for her. And when the guy told the police that he didn't know what had happened I piped up and told them. He didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. So he was arrested on charges of cruelty (or willful neglect?)to an animal. When I was called to court to testify, the guy took one look at me when I entered the courtroom, whispered in his attorney's ear and changed his plea to guilty. Told I didn't have to testify, I left the courtroom - I wanted no more to do with it so I have no idea what his sentence was, but from the little I knew of him, I have no doubt that what ever the sentence, he will never do THAT again..............
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 30, 2013 0:01:55 GMT
Some things in this world just drive to distraction - without rhyme nor reason - and they shouldn't because they are really none of my business and only affect me in a peripheral way.
One of those things is flip-flops............ Sure, wear them to beach, to and from the shower, taking the pooch out for a quick widdle. Great for running around the house or even to the market. Fine! But to work? To a social function? But seriously, the slinky sleek black knit dress, Vuitton handbag, the perfect understated jewelry ...... and last year's smudged up nasty yellow flip-flops................or guys wearing them with long jeans that tend to get bunched up in massive wrinkles between the flip-flops and their feet..............
Maybe its the sound they make that I find annoying(we had a Jamaican laundress in the 60's that wore them exclusively and I still remember the sound of her shuffling across the kitchen). Maybe its because they tend to show laziness and a lack of imagination. And yes, I shared the (then Republican) White House's indignation when the Women's Olympic Volley Ball Team showed up for a luncheon in flip-flops............
Maybe it is the physical affect it has on the wearer. Women tend to "plod" in them, as if they are conscious of the fact that there is no need for the heel down, toe down walk with a "stalk" that shoes with a heel require. They walk as if they are flatfooted, and most seem to slid sideways off the flip-flop when they do plop their feet down giving them a pigeon-toed appearance, and it sure does nothing for their legs............. Men on the other hand seem to KNOW that there is no heel there and seem to lean forward to compensate for the lack of height in the rear and thus they shuffle and slap, shuffle and slap......................
Maybe I'm just an old man with too many other things on my mind and fixate on flip-flops a to forget my other woes.............
Maybe it doesn't matter - I hate flip-flops!!!!!
PS I do own a pair of flip-flops. I have owned the same pair (from Levis) since they first became a fashion must in the late 1970's. Then I never wore them with anything that wasn't made by Ocean Pacific and today I only wear them daily to and from the bath..............
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 30, 2013 0:22:37 GMT
Okay - another Makes Me Crazy for No Good Reason rant............
Portable beverages. Good Lord, everyone has a cell phone in one hand and a 20 ounce something in the other. Yes, staying "hydrated (pooh!) is important. And I am terribly glad that we no longer see those terrifying piles of bodies on the sidewalks and grocery store aisles - you know the poor souls who didn't "hydrate" immediately and died of dehydration.........
But seriously .......... stopping on the sidewalk or in a store aisle or on the bus to take a miniscule little sip of water or an iced mocha frappa creama latte carbonated cof-tea beverage with whipped cream (yeah THAT will stop dehydration)? Is it now impossible to drive to or from ANYWHERE without stopping at a "drive-thru" to stock up on supplies in case you get lost in the desert? I really do NOT think you will die of dehydration during a twenty minute bus ride........ and if your body is so dehydrated that you DO die during a twenty minute bus ride then YOU DESERVE IT because you are an ass for not taking care of it AT HOME!!!!! Cup holders in autos, on baby strollers, shopping carts, even on book bags and backpacks...........
And please, please, PLEASE do not get me started on the subject of the detritus (used as defined by the Urban Dictionary: Stuff left behind, shit that no one wants. From Latin.). I'll forgo the rant over overflowing dust bins and and their highly aromatic contribution to urban living. But I will rant over the litter of cups, caps, tops, straws, bottles and boxes on sidewalks and in the gutters. And I will definitely support the banning of those plastic water bottles after seeing one run over by a bus and watching the cap fly off from the pressure and seeing it hit a babe in a stroller in the chest.......
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 30, 2013 1:43:11 GMT
Speaking of the suburbanization of urban areas (weren't we???), I was chatting with a neighbor recently about the need for more traffic control on our (once quiet) side street. He was complaining about "city traffic" in general and specifically about the fact that it took him longer to drive the TWO BLOCKS to the grocery store, park and drive home again than it took to purchase his twelve pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon while at the grocery store............ Does ANYONE else see the irony in this?  ? |
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jun 30, 2013 17:56:57 GMT
Apropos of ABSOLUTELY nothing - but since I am kvetching - I can not abide Rick Bayless, in person or on television........ if someone dropped a four-thousand pound bottle of Jose Cuervo on his foot that guy would say, in that fadin' maiden half whisper that passes for a voice, "We'll top this with some fresh chopped cilantro to brighten it, and we'll add a squeeze of fresh lime for freshness"...........
In all fairness, I find the word FRESH so damned overused that it is no longer relevant
Added some lemon for a FRESH taste.......
Added a fringed scarf for a FRESH, trendy look........
Buy this DVD for a FRESH new family experience........
The 2014 (over priced car) has been redesigned for a totally new FRESH urban look............
The ONLY time I want to hear the word FRESH in the future is when it is uttered by a young lady after I have pinched her on the derriere
And won't THAT be FRESH new take on the American language................
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jul 1, 2013 23:03:52 GMT
I was always under the impression that canines were VERY intelligent. That does not seem to be the case with the last dozen or so dogs I have meet. BECAUSE if they were smart they would have dumped their dumbass owners and found some REAL human to love ...............
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jul 4, 2013 13:50:54 GMT
I have recently been conducting some preliminary interviews for one of my clients who is searching for someone to do eBay photography and simple listings. One of the guys I interviewed asked if it was alright if he watched movies or television on his phone while he worked.............When I told him that it was expected that he TURN OFF his phone ENTIRELY while he was working, he said the job wasn't for him and left.................
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jul 13, 2013 5:13:56 GMT
Okay -we all had a giggle at some of my unfortunate fashion choices........now its MY turn.......
It may be my "old fashioned" sense of style, it maybe my OCD need for "completeness", whatever ........
Dude - yeah you there - the Latino guy.........long and sinewy, whippet thin, covered in commemorative gang tattoos (including your name on your belly - just in case you forget it?), your kids names on your forearms........I gotta tell you that if you were wearing a pair of jeans and a beater t-shirt and I meet you in an alley, I would quail and quiver - which I imagine would be your intent.
BUT - since you are wearing a lime green and lemon yellow (with aqua accent) matching shirt and shorts (so baggy - sure it's not a skort?) with dirty white and gray ankle socks and red Adidas shower shoes - well, if I meet you in an alley I would giggle and ask you when you graduate from Clown College.................
Ah, how I mourn the passing of the tough guy look............
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Post by Mansons2005 on Jul 14, 2013 3:21:30 GMT
Article written by By Amanda Marcotte, Published in "The Raw Story"
Honestly, You’re Better Off Barefoot
Back from my travels and still a little wrung out from the nearly-inevitable-these-days delays that get you home in the middle of the night when you were scheduled to be there around the dinner hour. There are many pressing, important issues to blog about, but goddammit, I want to sign off completely on what Dana Stevens wrote at Slate:
"We’re talking about grown adults in affluent societies—people presumably in possession of at least one pair of actual shoes—who see fit to navigate the grimy sidewalks of large cities shod only in a loosely flapping, half-inch-thick slip of rubber. Those people—you, if you’re among them—need to face the reality that you are, in essence, going barefoot, and it’s grossing the rest of us out."
But as she goes on to state, the problem with flip-flops goes well beyond the fact that they are gross. They are so bad for your feet, people. So bad. She got bona fide doctors to talk about this, but common fucking sense should be enough to tell you this. You can’t walk five feet in flip-flops without either shuffling alone inefficiently, flopping around painfully, or as one doctor says, “there’s a clawing effect that happens with the toes”, causing your foot to work completely differently than it’s evolved to do. You can’t run in them and you can’t even really pivot without losing a shoe. The chance of falling down is dramatically higher because of it. I had a pair of flip-flops that I literally only used to take the trash out, but when they caused me to fall down the stairs while doing that single chore, I threw them out. As Stevens notes, even a pair of Tevas is better, because while also ugly, at least it’s strapped onto your feet and moves with them.
What I don’t understand, therefore, is how on earth flip-flops became ubiquitous. You’d think the foot pain in walking them would alone cause people to give up on them. It’s not like high heels, where there’s at least a cost-benefit analysis going on, however dubious, between feeling sexy and feeling like your feet aren’t going to detach from your body and quit you if you don’t stop torturing them. Flip-flops are ugly, however, which makes it a much harder phenomenon to understand.
All I can think is that it probably started because of our car-centric culture. Flip-flops got a reputation of being “comfortable” because you don’t have to bend over to put them on, and you can ignore how weird it makes your gait as you shuffle to your car to a building where you’ll be sitting down and back again. This undeserved reputation for comfort then caused people to ignore the stabbing pains and fallen arches that they get when actually walking a few blocks in flip-flops. The human mind’s ability to ignore the actual evidence at hand in favor of what we believe to be true never fails to astonish. If we believe the flip-flop is “comfortable”, we will stick by that, no matter what kind of overwhelming scientific and direct experience evidence tells us that it’s hurting our feet. In fact, I fully expect commenters to show up to whine that the evidence at hand must be dismissed in favor of their long-standing belief that flip-flops are comfortable because we say they are. But they really, truly just aren’t. I suspect the reason we see so many people kick off their flip-flops on the subway and even rub their feet is their feet really hurt. But you know what? I bet, because of their false beliefs about the “comfort” of flip-flops, they are blaming anything but their poor choices in footwear.
Make no mistake. This may seem like a light-hearted post, but I have no doubt that the anti-flip-flop sentiment will probably generate more controversy than, say, late term abortion.
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Post by Doctor Proctor on Jul 22, 2013 23:59:23 GMT
I was always under the impression that canines were VERY intelligent. That does not seem to be the case with the last dozen or so dogs I have meet. BECAUSE if they were smart they would have dumped their dumbass owners and found some REAL human to love ............... Develop this with the case of the negligent walker, say 5,000 - 7,000 words? I'll have my RA see if there are any other documented cases. |
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Post by Doctor Proctor on Aug 1, 2013 23:47:42 GMT
I was always under the impression that canines were VERY intelligent. That does not seem to be the case with the last dozen or so dogs I have meet. BECAUSE if they were smart they would have dumped their dumbass owners and found some REAL human to love ............... Develop this with the case of the negligent walker, say 5,000 - 7,000 words? I'll have my RA see if there are any other documented cases. Look out for a Fedex envelope because Tina found at least a dozen prosecuted cases of animals hurt/killed because of talking/texting walkers. I now you, so I tell you now to stay away from anything to do with children. Those cases are well documented. And apparently ignored. |
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Post by Mansons2005 on Oct 19, 2013 3:12:15 GMT
Well, my refusal to adapt to SOME contemporary "life style" has cost me a client................Fortunately a relatively new and not very profitable one! She called me on my cell phone with a "legitimate emergency", and I was unable to take her call, but did call her back within 20 minutes. After dealing with the issue at hand, she proffered her thanks for me calling her, and lightheartedly asked if I were "inappropriately indisposed" when she called. I laughed, said "I WISH!" and said it was nothing that exciting - just the Call Of Nature. There was a pause and then she asked if I had been in the bathroom. Just a bit taken aback I answered in the affirmative and listened to another pause - after which she asked WHY I DIDN'T TAKE MY PHONE WITH ME when I "went to commune with nature". Thinking she was joking, I laughed - only to be abruptly cut off by her rant over "people wasting time and not living up to their potential or promises because of old-fashioned ideas of propriety".
I was shocked, because her tone and attitude made it clear that she MEANT every word she was saying. I tried to temporize with the old "Its the only time I have time to myself" line, but she was actually angry and still ranting. Finally I told her that the next time I go to "take a sh&*, I can rest assured that I won't be interrupted by her and her sh&*!"
Then I hung up the phone...........unfortunately you can not SLAM down a cell phone.........very unsatisfactory.
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Post by Mansons2005 on Oct 19, 2013 3:17:47 GMT
Previous post just reminded me - google "shit fountain chicago" and you will know what sort of neighborhood I live in........I love it here................
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Post by Mansons2005 on Oct 19, 2013 3:59:25 GMT
Looking back over some of my previous posts, I may have given the impression that I am a conforming product of a certain generation (in other words, a tight ass) .....Far from it, I'm afraid. Though I uphold certain standards and traditions, I have discarded or rebelled against a lot of the "principles" of my youth. Aside from the unheard of heresy of NOT enlisting in at least ONE branch of the military (every male in my father's family has "Served" since the American Revolution), I have broken a LOT of rules.......
Got my FIRST tattoo while they were still illegal in New York
Got my FIRST body piercing shortly thereafter - didn't have my ear(s) pierced until the 1970's
Spent mega bucks on hair cuts and styling for decades - until I had chemo treatments for cancer - when my hair grew back, I just stopped having it cut..........been wearing it in a queue ever since and every June 23 I cut it myself - just take 3 inches off of the ends
I lived alone - in Grand Solitary Splendor - in my own apartment..........no one on either side of my family had ever LIVED ALONE.....at home or with a roommate if you were unmarried (and out of school), with a relative if you were widowed or divorced - preferably with a CLOSE relative - Mom, Dad, Brother, .............
Since the age of 21 I have been dropped from the New York Social Register not once, but TWICE, barred from two of New York's "best" hotels, as well as one in South Beach, two in Amsterdam and the Ritz in London, asked NOT to attend a fraternity alum gathering, haven't been allowed in the White Horse Tavern in NY since 1979, and failed an FBI background check (airport access) in 1989 due to my "consorting" with some "social" acquaintances of questionable character...............oh, and yeah, my membership in the Knickerbocker Club was rescinded after I drunkenly referred to an ex-headmaster who was a member as a limp-dic*&d pedophile at an Old Boy's dinner......the fact hat he WAS ONE didn't matter - the fact that I announced it PUBLICLY did.........
I had a number of "questionable" relationships during my youth....'nuff said............
I married a Jewish girl........the fact that Ma married an almost illiterate man from a holla in Kentucky, her sister married a Honduran "man of color" (his fortune slightly alleviated THAT scandal), and my father was in a same-sex relationship with a first generation immigrant for well over thirty years didn't matter - THEY were all Christians.................
My wife and I kept our own apartments when we married.........staying the night at which ever was convenient at any particular time - hers was on 27th between 6th and 7th Avenues, mine was on 32nd between 5th and Madison...... a full 10 minute walk if you were people watching.........
During the height of our social popularity in the 1970's-90s my wife and I lived a VERY degenerate, sybaritic, and highly unconventional life-style..........
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Post by Mansons2005 on Aug 3, 2014 12:21:29 GMT
While I am "offended" by many things in contemporary society, including laxness and laziness in things such as lifestyle, work/business style, fashion and food, I think the most annoying thing is the current trend in speed versus content in publishing. The following is an article published on-line by a reputable publishing concern which is "trending" into on-line publishing:
INDIANAPOLIS – An Indiana man, homeless in Florida years, is finally back home with his family.
John Boggs was met with a warm embrace from his sister at Indianapolis International Airport, Tuesday evening. For the last 15 years, his family in Southern Indiana has been unsure of his whereabouts. Last week, they discovered the harsh reality through a news story.
Last week, Boggs was attacked by two teens trying to rob him of a few dollars given to him by an undercover officer. The officer, who was walking away, noticed and intervened.
The story went viral on social media and caught the attention of Anna Fleeon, Boggs' sister in Indiana. She and her family had no idea he had was homeless.
A Florida viewer, touched by Boggs' story, decided to pay for a plane ticket to send him back home to his family. Florida authorities worked with TSA to get him on a plane without proper identification. Finally, Tuesday night, Boggs flew touched down in Indianapolis.
His sister was there to greet him and gasped when she saw him walk out of the terminal gate. Both have expressed their thanks to Florida authorities and the stranger who stepped up to pay for Boggs' return to Indiana.I can almost forgive punctuation errors and mistakes concerning the more obscure rules of grammar, but MISSING and JUMBLED words? Who the hell edits this stuff? ?? |
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Post by bookahtoo on Aug 5, 2014 10:19:24 GMT
Clearly, nobody.
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Post by Fig on Aug 10, 2014 21:33:14 GMT
I hadn't been back in a while and now see this thread was updated. It's really amazing that nobody caught that.
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Post by Mansons2005 on Aug 16, 2015 21:54:27 GMT
My GOD! Anna Roosevelt just spent 30 minutes on television talking down her Great Great Grandfather Teddy and his presidency, exalting her sister as a rehearsal pianist, making large things out of the "Caribbean" branch of the family being hotel housekeepers, and barely mentioning that she herself is a noted research and teaching anthropologist ( I once critiqued a paper of her's), and generally making it very clear that HER branch of the Roosevelts were not snobs like the Upriver branch. What utter nonsense. As my grandfather would have said, someone should take that simple minded little baggage and shake her until she saw sense. What politically correct tripe she was spouting..............and to state that NO ONE of her ancestors was an inspiration for public service or statesmanship..............Edith, Teddy, STOP spinning, Its not your fault! God what a obnoxious woman she has become..........................
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Post by Mansons2005 on Nov 1, 2016 11:12:51 GMT
It looks as though it MAY happen. Donald Trump. Who could have imagined it back in the 80's-90s? Anyone who has lived in New York knows Trump and is familiar, not to mention bored, with his blatant self promotion and braggadocio. Who could ever take him seriously? Just another obnoxious parvenu trying to ply his cheesy pick-up lines in Studio 54 and Elaine's. He just hated it that he was not Old New York. And it never would have made a difference to Old New York if he hadn't been so damned focused on trying to convince the world that his money made him more important than those of good family, good breeding and good taste. Particularly since it didn't matter a snap to those of good family, good breeding and good taste. He tried everything to get inside. I remember him showing up at parties - never obvious enough to crash, but to tie himself to those HE considered IN and tag along. He wasn't excluded because he wasn't Old Family - he was excluded because no one wanted to be around him and his constant monologue about his money and how he made it.
And I blame Norman Vincent Peale and Marble Collegiate for his intrusion into American politics. I concede that Peale was mesmerizing. If he had preached love, tolerance and acceptance this world would be a much nicer place. But he never gave it more than passing lip service, most likely because they were the founding principles of the Church. But he didn't. And I used to notice Trump in church. He was enthralled with Peale's neo-fascism. The look on his face reminded me of the faces of the German hoi polloi listening to Hitler in the news reels of the 1930's. Even Peale's son was frightened by him. But most New Yorker's just thought of him as a clown, so uncouth and obnoxious that he was a joke, not even "real" enough to be taken seriously, let alone a threat. Big mistake.
It is to be seen if he still has the same attitudes regarding Catholics and Jews that Peale preached. We already know how he feels about Islamics, gays, immigrants, women, the less privileged and the more accepted. I shudder to think what changes are looming for this country if Trump and his brown shirts come to power. If I were twenty years younger I would probably take advantage of one of my other citizenships and immigrate myself. Its ironic that I renounced my German citizenship - but England is always an option.......................God help this country..............
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Post by Mansons2005 on Nov 1, 2016 11:43:34 GMT
I think it is time to do something about the staggering number of gang related shootings and deaths here in Chicago. So many of those killed or wounded are simply bystanders..........
Maybe its time to pool our money and send all of the gangsters off to a firearms training course, with emphasis on accuracy/hitting the target. If they all get proficient, they will wind up killing each other, not the innocent, until there is only one gansta left.........Then he can become famous as the Last Hoodlum, The Great Survivor, and we can make a movie of his life and enshrine him in the Smithsonian as an extinct species.................
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Post by Mansons2005 on Apr 19, 2017 13:55:18 GMT
Interesting Rave/Rant Day - but I give it a Two Thumbs Up Rave overall (because, YES, you could dance to it)..........
Beautiful city day today - sunny and near 70 degrees. One of those "I just like being alive" days. Meet a neighbor as I left the house and bummed an American Spirit cigarette, so doubly enjoyed my wait a the bus stop.
Was not unduly annoyed by the things that would normally have me snarling, I even managed to giggle as opposed to inwardly ranting over some of the ridiculous clothing people were wearing (even the flip-flop of flip flops and shusshing of crocs didn't bother me too much, and I rather like the "new" look men are wearing). Didn't grouch too much over the sidewalks jammed with tables full of people drinking coffees that cost more than my weekly food budget, didn't mind the delayed buses, even managed to smile at the woman/nanny "kid walking" a half dozen brats. Crawled through a few errands and went down to the hospital to see my oncologist.
The waiting room was JAMMED, but I reconciled myself with the fact that people watching is SO much fun there! This is a County hospital, and the variety of nationalities is astounding - the sound of seven or eight different languages being spoken at once can be quite musical.......if you're in the right mood. And I was............
The people watching did not disappoint - a weird, wide and wonderful diversity today.
Noticed a black woman come into the room and I watched her at the registration desk - Mein Gott! She was so beautiful, tall and graceful, and had so much presence, I kept wondering "Who is this Nigerian Goddess, this Sudanese Siren, this exotic Kenyan Daydream"..................when they called her name, I was brought back to earth..........Tammy Smith? Really?
Next up was a guy, about 20 years old (any younger and he probably would have been at the Pediatric Clinic), and obviously of Hispanic or South/Central American origin as he spoke no English. It became clear that this was his first treatment, and he looked scared as a cat in a kennel. He left the desk and took the seat right next to me. After a moment or so I heard a rather rude noise and I glanced over and he was crying. Tears streaming down his cheeks. Just sitting there, alone and crying. His hand was on his knee and on impulse I put my hand over his and squeezed his hand. He clutched onto me like a life-line and held my hand. Didn't look at me, didn't say anything, just held on. Then I started to cry. Just as silently and desperately as he was. One of the female desk clerks, who calls me Ben Franklin because she thinks I look like him, came over and silently handed me a box of tissues. I grabbed a bunch, passed the box to the kid and, again, without even looking at each other we got under control. Shortly after, my name was called and as I went to the treatment room I glanced back at him, and he smiled...................and it was good.
This was a good day...........there haven't been many of them recently, so i will treasure this one for a while..............and it was SOOOOOO very good I had to find someone to share it with..........Thank You!
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Post by Mansons2005 on Apr 19, 2017 13:56:49 GMT
June 7 2014
Since I see so many unfamiliar names, maybe I should re-introduce myself? In one incarnation or another, I've been hanging around eBay and the boards since their inception. I have "dealt" in antiques and "stuff", not by choice but by necessity - I inherited piles of stuff and had to get rid of most of it! My focused area of expertise is Social Anthropology & Archeology - more of WHY a thing was created than WHAT was created. Function before form, so to speak.
Aside from a bushel basket of questions, I am most known for the drivel that I post which usually has nothing to do with a current topic ........... but some find it amusing, so I still post occasionally. I have curbed that somewhat and now tend to put all the mindless nonsense on my own forum. And no, it is not interesting enough to be an EGO booster.........
I am honored to have been invited here and look forward to new acquaintances and on going education and conversations.
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Post by Mansons2005 on Apr 19, 2017 13:59:48 GMT
June 18, 2014
Yep - sitting here almost comatose from the morphine, doing a shot of brandy for each eBay Category board that disappears - from 52 down to 33.
Whoa - thunder, lightening and driving rain, wind picking up (draperies fluttering - on the inside!) = power just flickered - better sign off - gonna miss the Categories Wake - just have to down the last 33 shots just on principle......................
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eah, I figure that with the amount of morphine and alcohol in my system combined with the chemicals dripping out of that bottle attached to my chest, I wouldn't feel the pain if a power surge "poofed" me and my computer. So I hum a dirge and keep vigil.......
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the clatagloey boords is down to fivedytwenty and the blandy botle is amost empty (HIC!) dink Jamison's wil work - put some pipes on the cdplayer and name it an Iriash Wake?
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