Thursday, September 30, 2010

State of The Globe. IMHO Of Course

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Greece fell apart. They still have huge unfunded liabilities.

Ireland is falling apart as they nod their head with eyes wide saying "We're good, we're good!" Like that dude in Aliens who was about to have one of the little suckers come popping out his chest any second.

As Fredd so eloquently states, they are all on thin ice and there aren't any growth factor escape routes. These are the only escape routes by the way. You can't spend your way to prosperity, you can only grow.

The USA has federal and state and local unfunded pension programs. The money was stolen as in any decent Ponzai scheme.. The majority of the unions are unfunded. Other unions like the teachers union, who in New Jersey demand no layoffs, and 4.something percent pay raises - in this economy - working 9 months a year - and refuse to pay 750 a year to get Full Family coverage - medical, dental - vision.
I'm sure you've seen this Chris Christie video.

There are way too many people who are not getting it. And no one, who they listen to anyway, is telling them.

The number of government workers has surpassed the number of private sector workers earlier this year in 2010. Government workers on average make 45% more than private sector employees And the benefits are Emerald City.

The big companies who got bailouts are continuing to fail. I read where AIG, in order to get out from under the government's jack boot bail out needs to come up with 130 billion dollars. Their business, sliced and diced is worth maybe 30 billion. They recently converted their preferred stock to common stock which net - dilutes their common stock 12%, (read: If you're a stock holder, the dollar bill in your pocket which was worth 1.00 2 seconds ago, is now worth 88 cents.) And the stock rocketed 5% today on the "news" that AIG is going to work itself out from under the governments jack boot. People aren't getting it and don't even have the mental tools to let them get it.

The banks are all still fragile and continue to refuse to lend, in favor of building their cash and other balance sheet reserves instead.

Mortgage holders which have failed over the last 2.5 years or so because of sub prime mortgages and over-priced houses, continue to fail after making new deals and even having principle forgiven because of the home prices falling off a cliff. (Home prices were a bubble created by artificially low credit standards generated wholly by the democrats and helped along by Greenspan's lowering of Fed rates to try and steer out of the Tech bubble of 2000. More or less.)

Mortgage rate resets are actually increasing through 2011 and there will be a lot more Repo's.

Holders of repossessed property such as banks and others, have taken the property off the market so as to avoid flooding the housing market with inventory. Especially homes over 300k. 

Home builders continue to build homes in an effort to avoid shutting their doors and releasing their employees.

There will be Excess supply for a long long time.


The job market continues to shed 450,000 jobs a month give or take 10k. These are people who companies have held on to for 2 years waiting for recovery, not the deadwood that was let go the first 6 months or so, and have thrown in the towel to whatever extent.

In my humble opinion, many people and countries are in serious denial. This is stage one of the Denial, Anger, Depression, Acceptance path. (I'm angry, so I'm like 1 step ahead)

I don't believe this talk of recovery. Remember Gentle Ben Bernanke and Hilarious Hanky Paulson told us "Sub Prime was well contained" back in late 2007 when the music stopped and everyone started scrambling for seats.

European states are all starting to expose their weaknesses as one after the other is forced to cry uncle. All are desperately trying to debase (lower the value of) their currency, so that buying from them appears more attractive since it takes less Euros, or Rubbles, or Yuan or whatever to buy the same thing as it did yesterday. Here's a Chart of the American Dollar It's falling off a cliff.

There isn't enough money to bail everyone out is there ? I don't think so.  This is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.  In my opinion of course, and based on what I read from people who have good track records for exposing reality ahead of time.

Well, a smart man I read every day says "Never run scared". Good advice. Don't run scared and freak out, but put some thought into how you're going to try and protect yourself from inflation. Get some advice from someone who speaks reality. Like you call a financial advisor and he tells you the recession ended June 2009, like the news/government just announced recently, so it's time to "Jump In" - hang up.

I'm doing it with gold mining stocks, and as some have pointed out, trading is dangerous and it is, and as well, there is always the risk the government will impose severe penalties against individuals, like extra taxes on gold related transactions, or as they did back in the 30's when they confiscated the gold from people in exchange for paper money.

Silver is also a good investment right now, though it's had a good run, so you might let it cool off a bit.

Inflation is what robs you of your wealth more than anything else.

The dollar has declined in value in excess of 90% since 1913. If your grand parents left you a mattress full of money in their will, you only got less than 10 % of it's value. And the government will steal a bunch of that beside.

Sorry for the downer.  Sorry if I've insulted anyone's intelligence, or tried to sound like a wise owl.  I just see a Lot of denial out there and wanted to put something in black and white.  FWIW as it were.

On the other side, America did come out of the great depression.   The stock market, after fits and starts, finally reached a new high - in comparison to the high in 1929- and stayed above that mark, in 1950.  So, 21 years. And from the bottom in 1933, the market did climb more or less up each year to that point through some of the 30's and certainly the 40's.  This is a different situation and different things will happen, but at some point, investing in traditional things like business (unless we go commie) will provide incredible opportunities.  So there's that.

The smart man I read says the leaders on the B side of this ride won't be the same as those on the A side, so find some sources of information to help ferret these out.  Minyanville is a decent resource.  On the right sidebar as 'Good Info Yo'.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Some Folks Like the Blazing Fingers Stuff

A Pictoral View of Tea Party Conservatives Making Their Way Into Congress

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Click on the pictures.

How about a new Party Mascot?  The Big Horn Sheep !

You know, they could have easily have come up the natural cliffs to either side of the dam, but no baby;  straight up the middle.  No fear.  "Sure I was a witch once, who cares !  Better than being a Democrat for life!"

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Republican Pledge to America - Worthless Lip Service

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Here's a link to what I read on it.

It was written by 3 congressmen. Someone correct me if I'm wrong but I don't see anywhere that all the Republicans have said "Yes we will do or die, stick a million needles in my eye"...

It is too unspecific anyway. It's like they listened to right wing talk radio, filled it with talking points and simply said "We are going to correct these issues".

Worthless, unspecific, and hardly binding even if you squint your eyes and take some drugs. About as valuable as Pelosi talking about how the new Congress was going to be ethical, bipartisan, and operate with some class or some such nonsense.

Regards Health Care, you can't repeal and replace it without fixing the problem which is frivolous lawsuits, and they say nothing about throttling lawyers.

The Fed is not controlled by Congress therefore they have little power to stop Gentle Ben's money printing. So, fine - stop TARP for example. Ah, so what, big deal, Too Late !

It is too unspecific, did I mention that? The whole thing reads like your teenage drug using son that promises to stop all the bad stuff if you just loan him the Caddy for tonight's date. Try again Republicans. Try, try again.

It does not even promise that Republicans will not take earmarks (Stolen Tax Money) until the problems have had some serous fixage - or even any other stipulation.

I see it as business as usual. I see it as worse than that actually. I see it as their version of Pelosi's pathological ramblings about draining the swamp and all that other nonsense.

As an aside, they are promoting it by also encouraging people to "Buy Their Book" Young Guns. Ah, No thanks. You want to get my attention, start a blog and lay it down for people to read for free. Especially since you sat idly by the first 6 years of the Bush term and did Jack Shit about anything.

And maybe it's me, but while the government is ramming a telephone pole up my rear, I'm not inclined to buy people's books detailing the process in every gory detail. Who would do that? I'm getting screwed and everybody wants me to send them money like that will have some effect on the problem ??? Count me out. Plus, I can easily come to my own conclusions.

(By the way, I'm writing a book about all this..kidding)

Try again Republicans.

In the meantime, I (and I hope 'we') will continue to look to replace you weak worthless liberals with red tags on your ears with Tea Party (as they call themselves) Conservatives.

As I commented to Fredd in a recent comment section, I hope people will retain their focus for about another 6 years at least, because it's going to take at least that long to build a stable of conservative government and even longer for the magical effects of private enterprise capitalistic growth to be seen by the populace.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

OOPA !!

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A young Chet.


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Hey Democrat Politicians

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Tell Us How You're Going to Solve the Current Problems. Economy. Unemployment. Tell us How and Why You are Better Choices. And while you're at it, explain why there has been negative progress on all fronts the entire time you've been in power.

And don't give us this bullshit about Republicans standing in the way. Not a one voted for the [non]health care bill you rammed up our ass, but it went through anyway didn't it.

And Voters, My God people, stop acting like sluts watching and howling like monkeys at people spending trillions of your tax dollars, and all they can come up with during any campaign is insult the other side while accomplishing nothing on the real problems facing this country. It's embarrassing living in the same country with you adolescent assholes.

(I hope I didn't come off too strong.)
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Reason You Continue Hearing About Global Everything.

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Most other countries are socialist or just plain suck ass environments. But concentrating on Socialist countries, we need simply recognize that socialism drains its host body like a parasite on steroids.

As the host body becomes empty and dysfunctional, (England, France, Greece, Hell-the European Union), the parasite frantically searches for another healthy(well) host body to invade. That would be the USA.

This is all they want. They have spent all the tax revenue they could possibly hope to collect, and like drug addicts, they are frantically searching for one more fix.

The USA is the last fix. If they drag us down, there will be chaos. There will be mediocrity at best and more likely rampant incompetence, apathy, non-service and class, race, and gender wars to make you wish you were never born.

For God's Sake, don't let them disarm you besides.
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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Inflation - Time to Seriously Think About Gold and Silver Investments

Mainly because gold has recently 'broken out' over the 1265ish level it has attacked three times prior and been turned away. If it's not a fake breakout, and it doesn't appear to be, then gold is going higher.

Silver has also had quite a move recently. Historically, silver is very low priced compared to gold, indicating that silver needs to rise or gold needs to fall to revert to historic norms. I don't believe gold is going to fall with all the money printing that has occurred and will occur as the economy gets worse. Mortgage rate resets and their associated repo's are going to accelerate through 2011.

I'm not going to put in a bunch of charts or 8X10 glossies to try to make a case, because no one is going to start investing in Gold based on this post. But if you're thinking about it, consider this just one more light in the forest. Minyanville is also a good source of all over market info. It's on my right sidebar as Good Info Yo.

I personally have been trading GSS and UXG as both junior gold miners have good track records for performance and stock price action. I know other people are buying physical gold and silver. One thought to consider on silver is buying poor condition silver coins just for the silver content value. Though 'collectibles' are taxed at a higher rate when you sell, which is why I do the junior gold miners. Gold investments all move like a school of fish, so whether you have coins or gold miner stocks, you're making money when it goes up.

Well, Finally on the subject....


Notice all the Freemason symbols in the video..

Oh, and contrary to some blowhards spouting off, gold is No Where near being in a bubble yet. Bubbles look like Mt Everest on a chart. Gold charts still only look like the foothills, even when compared to its rise in the late 70's that Jackie Onassis famously got rich on.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Politics

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Too many republicans have gotten caught up in politics, and the 'game of marketing themselves to voters'.

Here's my advice to you. Recognize that the country is in the shitter and convince us you will devote yourself to returning this country to a capitalist-private sector growth centric vibrant country and you will have our votes. You will have enough votes. Screw the worthless bastards who want free houses or want you to 'reach across the aisle to communists' because they are dumbasses. Let them live in the ditch alongside the road while the rest us get busy and make this country the shining city on the hill again.

And if you can't get enough votes working for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, then it's not worth a damn anyway.
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In the Meantime, I'm Still Runnin Down A Dream

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Personally, I'd say Rock and Roll died in the early 70's, but every once in a while a good tune with a good lyric would come popping out.


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Monday, September 13, 2010

Japan is Really Screwed Up

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Well not all of it of course....

Story Number One

Excerpt: At first glance, the man and woman at the nightclub look like any other couple on a date. He flirts and pours champagne. She looks at him and laughs.

Businesswomen in Japan pay up to $50,000 a night for male companionship from "hosts" like Yunosuke.

This isn't a date, though. It's business.

The woman, a successful executive, has joined a growing number of professional women in Japan are forking out $1,000 to $50,000 a night for male companionship.



They meet their "hosts" in hundreds of clubs that have sprung up around Tokyo - the industry says only compliments are exchanged. The women pay for a man to lavish them with undivided attention.

Read the Rest...

I'm dreaming about being younger,learning Japanese and complimenting my butt off 6 nights a week....


Story Number Two

Japanese men are going on virtual hotel dates with a cartoon girl served up on their Nintendo DS.

She is cute, but she looks a little young no?


Excerpt: At the real Hotel Ohnoya, which opened its doors in 1937, the staff is trained to check in Love Plus+ customers as couples even if there is only one actual guest. Says Atsurou Ohno, the hotel's managing director, "We try not to ask too many questions because we want them to be able to remain immersed in that game world."

Some devoted fans will go so far as to pay twice the rate—most hotels in Japan charge per guest not per room—to indulge the fantasy that they are not there alone. A night's stay, at most, can cost $500 though many rooms are cheaper.

Read the rest !.......

Here's a man who married one of the cartoon girls.
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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Never Pull A Gun Unless You Will Use It.

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Well, this Koran burning stunt by the Pastor has gone about as badly as it possibly could have.

It was a bad idea in the first place and should have never been brought up. If you want to object to Islam, there are a multitude of ways to do that which would be a lot more effective.

At this point, he has backed down from burning the Korans, without ever meeting with the street punk imam Rauf, after saying he would consider canceling burning the Korans if he met with Rauf and the location of the Islam Celebration Center on the 9-11 site was moved.

Rauf told the Pastor indirectly to kiss his ass, never met with him, has no intention of moving the 'in your face Infidels' celebration center, and now the Pastor has backed down from the book burning. Stupid with a capitol F.

Now the Islamic street punks are going to be that much more emboldened to think they can tell us what the fuck to do in our own country.

Thanks For nothing Pastor Terry Jones, you idiot.

Update: Unlike you Terry, you friggin idiot....



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Friday, September 10, 2010

SSGT Lawrence E Dean II Tells Us About What Happened on 9-11-2001

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I've posted this for every September 11th since it was made and will continue to do so, every September 11th until I pass on. My eyes still won't stay dry nor will the apple stay out of my throat.




Blackfive has the Exclusive Interview with SSGT Dean Right Here  (Look for "download interview")

Here are the words, I have nothing to add. Thank you SSGT Dean.

And she called…

Blacks, Whites…wait
African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me.
Vietnamese, Philippines, Koreans and Jamaicans or
Haitians, waitin’ Hispanics y’all.

Please be patient
Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezuelan, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian, Democrats
I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan?
Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunni Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York city
skyline when the twin towers still existed.
But still She called.

From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal.
Because She was in desperate need of a hero,
and didn’t have time to decipher what to call ‘em,
so she called ‘em all Her children.
The children of the stars and bars who needed to know nothing more than the fact that she called.
The fact that someone attempted to harm us
this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms.
And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets.
A smoke filled lung, a silt covered faced,
and a solitary tear parted her cheek.
Her singed garments carpets Pennsylvania Avenue and the Pentagon was under her feet.
As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris
and said, “I am America, and I’m calling on the land of the free.”
So they answered.

All personal differences set to the side
because right now there was no time to decide which state building the Confederate flag should fly over,
and which trimester the embryo is considered alive,
or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide.
You see, someone attempted to choke the voice
of the one who gave us the right for choice,
and now she was callin.
And somebody had to answer.
Who was going to answer?

So they did.
Stern faces and chiseled chins.
Devoted women and disciplined men,
who rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
and said “don’t worry, we’ll stand in your defense.”
They tightened up their bootlaces
and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends.
They tried to bombard them with the “hold ons”, “wait-a-minute’s”, and “what-if’s”.
And “Daddy, where you goin?”.
And, “Mommy, why you leavin?”.
And they merely kissed them on their foreheads and said “Don’t worry, I have my reasons.
You see, to this country I pledged my allegiance
to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic.
So as long as I’m breathin, I’ll run though hell-fire,
meet the enemy on the front lines,
look him directly in his face,
stare directly in his eyes and scream,
“I AM AMERICA! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
I REFUSE TO BE AFRAID!
I’LL FIGHT YOU ANY COUNTRY, ANY CONTINENT, ANY TERRAIN.
I’LL FIGHT TO MY LAST BREATH!”

And if by chance death is my fate,
pin my medals upon my chest,
and throw Old Glory on my grave.
But, don’t y’all cry for me.
You see, my Father’s prepared a place.
I’ll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates.
Because freedom was never free.
POW’s, and fallen soldiers
all paid the ultimate sacrifice
along side veterans who put themselves in harms way.
Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy’s weight,
but still standing on them broken appendages anytime the National Anthem was played.
You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right
to say that I’m Black. Or white.

Or

African American or Caucasian,
I’m Asian, excuse me.
I’m Vietnamese, Philippine, Korean, or Jamaican.
I’m Haitian, Hispanic Y’all,
Please be patient.
I’m Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezuelan, Cuban,
Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat
I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan.
I’m Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunni Muslim,

Brothers and Sisters We’re just Americans.
So with that I say
“Thank You” to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines,
for preserving my rights
to live and die for this life
and paying the ultimate price for me to be…FREE!
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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Open Letter to Imam Fiesal Abdul Rauf

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Bring it on you too bit street gang punk. Bring it on.

My bullets will be dipped in pigs blood, should they become necessary for self defense.
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Monday, September 6, 2010

Epilogue - Death Cheating Maniacs Part III

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.  The autobiographical story to this point.

Chapter One - Boring but Short.
Chapter Two - Death Cheating Maniacs.
Chapter Three - Death Cheating Maniacs Part II
Chapter Four - Sex and the City
Chapter Five - A few more stories

So, I was 15. We all had fake draft cards and would drive from the North Side of Pittsburgh to Pappy's bar in East Palestine Ohio, drink 3.2 beer, and listen to Credence Clearwater Revival on the box. Green River was played a lot there.
Just about everyone else we knew would sit on the wall in front of the high school I was freshman at, that was right across the street from the Police Station no less. We couldn't understand it. This is not what life is for eh.

These were fast times, meeting girls from all over the place, drinking alcohol, driving with the one dude in the group who actually had a license, and we were soon to obtain our own drivers licenses and The Doors were about to break into the scene in a major way. Interesting times were coming. The Doors was the first concert I went to, and I remember Jim Morrison singing Light My Fire at the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh and hundreds of girls tossing their panties up on stage. I wondered, Gee what's he got that I haven't ? Course I wondered the same thing when girls swooned over Paul McCartney or Sean Connery...

So, back to the present past. We're all 16 now, getting drivers licenses, some of us getting vehicles, some of us - poor like me, stuck being a passenger a while longer. We all had a taste for alcohol and we ran into a wino who's name was Beansie. In Pittsburgh, you had to go to a state sponsored liquor store in order to buy wine or booze. Beer was only sold through bars and beer distributors, not at the supermarket like the present. Beansie would go into the State Store with our shopping list, come out with two large shopping bags of booze, a couple bottles of which would be his for his trouble and the rest for us.

We'd toss a Doors 8 track tape in and head for the twisting country roads, million dollar mansions and mile long driveways of Sewickley Heights. We'd race the cars and drink booze. Man, nothing like 4 wheel drifting on cool asphalt on a full moon night in the summertime blasting The Doors.

This started a long period of time where I found myself a passenger in several total destruction accidents as well as several motorcycle incidents of the hair raising variety. Following are 7 that I remember that are interesting enough to write about.

The Evil Knievel Jump

So, in the last chapter is where I broke my left leg on the 250cc Harley, and now it's a year later and I'm out of the cast walking normally again, and my older brother Steve and I decide to go see our uncle in Elyria Ohio. It was a fairly cool spring day and we suited up, me with 3 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of pants, couple shirts, jacket and some gloves and took off on that motorcycle. It took a while to get there - 3 or 4 hours as I remember from where we lived in Pittsburgh.

Here's another picture of one.




It got colder as we drove and I was just constantly shivering. Me on the back and Steve up front breaking the wind, I wondered how he was feeling. We're well into Ohio now, off the interstate and on a long two lane road heading toward Elyria. The road was as straight and flat as an arrow and I was so exhausted from shivering that I was pretty much asleep. Not total dead asleep but that level of sleep where you're disconnected from the actual environment. I didn't know how fast we were going for example and was paying no attention like a good co-pilot should. Steve was in the same shape and level of consciousnesses and had the throttle wide open, which equated to 80 mph on that thing with 2 people on the flat. One thing about Eastern Ohio - it's about as flat as it gets. With one exception....

The place were train tracks crossed the road we were on was elevated and so the road began a fairly steep rise 20 feet in front of the crossing and then down again on the other side of the tracks. Like a jump ramp in an Evil Knievel show.



So, we're going 80, both of us asleep and we hit this ramp and were Instantly awake. As in your life passing in front of your eyes awake. As in a cat sleeping and rolling off a 50 foot high roof awake. Time seems to slow down to a crawl when that happens - a single second takes a minute and I remember every detail very vividly.

The first thing I saw was that my hands and fingers had a death grip on my brothers shoulders and my feet were at an even altitude with his shoulders. His hands had a death grip on the handlebars and his feet were about dead even with the seat. My butt had to be 4 feet from the seat. I felt like stage three of a 3 stage rocket. We never fixed the straps on our helmets so those had already shot off our heads and were somewhere above us. It looked like we were about 20 feet off the road, felt like 40, and on the other side of the tracks was a big white Buick doing a more rational 5 mph or so coming up to the ramp to cross over the railroad tracks. The driver was an older guy, had on a red plaid long sleeve shirt and there was a woman, probably his wife, in a blue and white flowered dress. Both of them were leaned forward with their heads twisted toward their backs staring up out of the windshield at us.

I knew were were going to come back to Earth and instinctively braced for impact, especially the part of me that was going to impact the seat as it touched down again. If my feet were on the foot pegs, you could stand on those and break the fall somewhat but my feet were disconnected from the footpegs with no hope of being reacquainted before landing.

We drop back down on the other side, well past the 'ramp' on the other side and Steve's butt hits the seat and he lets out a loud groan. My butt hits the seat and it wasn't that bad. Maybe all the Adrenalin. Or maybe I was somehow able to reconfigure my body parts temporarily for the event..don't know. Now we're going probably 78 mph and rolling down the road. Steve said later he was afraid to touch anything, move the handlebars, pull on the brakes - nothing as long as were were upright and happily rolling down the road. We drifted to a stop about 1/2 mile away from the railroad crossing and Steve turns around and says 'That was Great! Let's do it again!" Ah no. He was kidding anyway. So we drive back and picked up our helmets. The rest of the trip was uneventful.

Good thing there wasn't a train on the tracks.

Not a scratch on either of us.

Tom The Gone # 1


It's a few months later into the summer and this dude I ran around with had a 250 cc BMW, which I would later buy off him and it would be my first motorcycle. It was a neat bike.  20 mph in 1st, 40 in 2nd, 60 in 3rd and 80 in 4th.  Built like a tank with a drive shaft instead of a chain.




We're out riding in Sewickley Heights, no booze, but zipping along down the 2 lane country roads. At one point we're going 35 and halfway through a hairpin turn to the left and he Stands up on the seat and jumps off onto the asphalt.

I find myself on the back of the bike, no driver on a hairpin going 35.... I put my hands either side of the seat and just wrench the bike upright which straightens the front wheel and I head off into the woods. No way I can get to the controls to brake or anything else. I see what looks like a 'soft spot' and jump off myself just before the bike runs straight into a tree and careens off to one side, breaking the headlight lens.

The headlight was a round metal can, with a regular automotive plug in bulb and a glass headlight lens held on the front with a big chrome ring. The headlight lens was the first thing to break anytime we were in an accident with this bike.

So, I pick my head up, move my legs and arms around to see how they feel and not a problem, not a scratch. I got up and walked back to the road where he is looking at some road rash he got on his arms, and he's telling me, he 'got scared' and jumped off.

I personally think he just wanted to see how I'd react. He is that much of an idiot.


Tom The Gone # 2


It's later in the summer and Tom and I and another friend had a job at a gas station pumping gas. The name of the station was Fair Price, and it is long gone now, replaced by a Wendy's. Later when I owned the BMW, I had broken off the aluminum kick starter and so I would go to the far end of that lot and run like hell with the bike in 2nd gear and I'd let the clutch out which would start the engine, at whch point, I'd fly out into the [Ohio River] boulevard, hopefully with my feet on the foot pegs. Once my helmet was attached on the side of the seat and my leg got caught on it as I tried to swing it over the seat and I'm now in traffic laying on the thing like Superman.


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Our friend is working and Tom and I are drinking vodka straight out of a 1/5th bottle and riding the BMW around. We're both fairly drunk and we're coming back toward the homeland, me on the back with a bottle of vodka, and he driving. We get to a point at the end of where that soft left turn ends and we're going straight now. We're on a brick street that still had streetcar tracks in it, even though the streetcars didn't run anymore. We're going 45-50 mph.  


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It's asphalt now of course.

As the front wheel of the bike apparently drops down into the streetcar track, he turns around to say something to me and Turns the handlebars right along with how far he has turned his body. The front wheel stops dead and the bike literally catapults us off like a couple of rocks hurled at a medieval castle. As usual, my helmet isn't strapped on and it flies off like the 3rd stage of a rocket. Because of the leverage involved in this, with me being all the way on the back of the bike, I'm actually propelled with more force than him and I'm actually flying through the air in front of him. I can hear him behind me literally laughing his ass off. I'm thinking, Geez what a moron, as I toss the bottle of vodka in a direction as far away from where I think I'm going to land as possible and hear it crash on the sidewalk.

I look back and the motorcycle is coming at us looking like a drunken dodo bird trying to fly. It's not going to be able to hit us, so I turn my attention to anything that might be in my flight path.

We are now sliding and bouncing along the uneven brick road, no helmets, and he is still laughing. I slide to a stop, head in the air, moving my butt from side to side as it starts to feel like the jeans are wearing through in one place then the other. The bricks are pretty smooth actually, and I get no road rash, but I slide further than I would have on asphalt for instance. I take a few moments to take stock of myself. No serious damage. In fact, no damage to me. We had to have slid a hundred feet or more.   Not a scratch.

We get up and walk back to the bike. The front forks are bent so that when the handlebars are pointed straight, the front wheel is pointed about 20 degrees to the left. The headlight lens is broken of course but the bulb is still lit, and it's pointed into the sky to the right. So we mount this thing again, and carefully drive off to the gas station where we all worked and the other friend takes look at Tom and tells him he really needs to get to the emergency room. I don't have a scratch, but I hop on the back and we ride the mile or so to the hospital and pull up to the emergency room door. This bike was so bent up, it looked like an old time comedy movie.

This is a small little area called the borough of Avalon, and as there's not much going on and as we pull up, a couple nurses see the bike all twisted up and come out with a couple wheelchairs. I didn't need one of course, but he gets in and they take him in and stitch him up for a couple hours while I sleep on one of the sofas in the waiting room. Seemed like a couple hours, it might have been one or 5, who knows.

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This is 1968 and while drinking and driving could have serious consequences, you'd probably have to injure someone beside yourself to get much attention. MADD wasn't even heard of yet, and so there was nothing in place where the nurses would be obligated to call the police on us.

Tom The Gone # 3

I think it was the following summer, and Tom had a 1965 Corvair convertible.  It looked just like this.



What a death trap that thing was. I think it was the first car Ralph Nader went after. Not so much for us as it happens though. So, there's 7 of us out driving in this thing out on the country roads. Two in the front, 3 in the back, and me and another person sitting with our feet down into the back seat area and our butts on the trunk lid.

Were going about 50 down a 2 lane asphalt road with houses here and there along the right hand side. For whatever reason, probably because he is an idiot, Tom decides to jerk the steering wheel right and left which causes the car to move right and left like its on one of those slalom test tracks. Well, the Corvair, even without 5 people in the back probably would have spun out, but with 5 of us back there it spun out violently, and spun around fully at least 3 times before running backwards into some lady's front yard, going right between 2 telephone poles with maybe a half a foot to spare on either side. Not a scratch of course.

We're like 30 feet off the road into this yard, and this lady came running off the porch with a broom in her hands and she looks like she is going to whack us if she can get to us. Tom hits the gas and puts a couple nice tire tracks into her yard as we head back off into adventure-ville. I'd have stopped and apologized. I mean what's she going to do with a broom..

Anyway, once this kind of thing happened, Tom would be scared enough that he wouldn't do things that stupid again for a couple days, so you didn't really need to worry about hopping out and walking home in an attempt to avoid serious injury. Except today.

As we're driving back home, he decides to work the steering wheel, but let the other guy in the front seat 'work the pedals'. Gas and brake. We're driving along about 40 and he decides to take a 90 degree right hand turn with no notice. As it becomes apparent we're leaving the road we're on, the other guy slams on the brake and we make about a 45 instead of a 90 degree turn and the Corvair runs up onto a wooded hill and gets stuck. We all jump out, find a suitable size hunk of tree trunk and pry the thing off the hill back on to the road. The rest of the ride home was now uneventful. Not a scratch of course.

Tom The Gone # 4

Tom's got a plain Jane 1970 Camaro now and we've been downtown Pittsburgh carousing and drinking.



It's late and we're headed home on a two lane main residential road with plenty of telephone poles, parked cars and all that other stuff that might be in a heavy residential area. I drank a good bit and so I'm asleep, and apparently, at one point, so is he. We must have been going about 50 because after we ran into the telephone pole, I woke up to find the thing literally right between my legs as the passenger side of the front of the car just caved in and wrapped around the pole. I don't have a scratch on me.

I notice he is turning the ignition key on and off, and he's blabbering about 'Why won't it start'. I get his attention and get him to look at where the telephone pole is.
I honestly can't remember how we got home that night. We must have walked. He had a pretty good bill to pay in that telephone pole besides totaling the car. That's all I remember about this one.

Tom The Gone # 5


Tom has a 1960 Ford now.



It's late, and we've had a couple drinks but not much and Tom is displaying his lack of race driving ability once again as he motors down Mt Nebo Rd.  This is the road but I can't take you to the spot because the road is closed up ahread  Probably fell off the cliff.


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It is a twisting 2 lane with a cliff on the right side and guard rails and steep drop down a cliff on the other. We get to a section consisting of a set of hard S curves and he is apparently going too fast because the car spins and over-correcting, he careens across the road to the left and starts bouncing off the guard rails. As this is happening, I am reaching across pulling the now hot cigarette lighter out of its receptacle so I can light my cigarette. I mean, this kind of stuff was old hat now and I wasn't even concerned about what was going on, and remember just thinking about how Tom has ruined another car. The car careens off the guard rails as the road now turns from a right hand turn to a left hand turn and he goes to the other side of the road and bounces off a tree.

Not a scratch on me of course. This time I'M laughing.

Now Tom has a 1969 Z28, all souped up, probably 500 HP. I take a ride in it on a residential street from his parents house down to my parents house, all of about a quarter mile, where it would be impossible to go more than 40 mph. I never got in that car again. I was starting to get some sense and also starting to feel like I was getting close to the end of my 51 lives so I started to slow down as far as driving with idiots went. He never wrecked that one, and we went our separate ways for a while so I really don't know what sort of luck he had with the roads after that. Talked to him years later and never saw him since. We were living in different cities now anyway.

There are plenty of Tom stories, more than plenty but these are all the car destruction things that involved me. And there's no sense trashing the guy, but what a loose canon as an understatement.


Rick's 66 Chevelle

It looked exactly like this.  Isn't the internet, Google street maps and all this stuff Cool?


One winter night I'm out with some guys I played poker with. I supplemented my income playing poker with some guys I mostly worked at McDonald's with, and after the game one night, one of the guys says he knows where we can get some beer. It is at a friend of his who is working on his car in the alley behind his house. A 1966 Chevelle that because of an earlier accident, had the frame all twisted up and they were putting a new frame under it. The body was jacked up and they were in the process of putting a new frame under this thing. Another guy was there, Bob, who later, he and I would be great friends.


It's 100 degrees below zero, and the beer these guys were drinking was freezing as the cans sat on the ledge between sips. The guy who owned the car was Rick and we later palled around for a good while. Bob, Rick and I later becoming room mates in a party rental house. Anyway, by summer this thing is ready to go and he had one of the local shops put all the steering components together, and align the wheels and such.

We are out one night, Rick and his girlfriend in front and another guy and his girlfriend in back and me. And a case of beer. And a large garbage bag for the empties. So we stop at McDonald's early in the evening to grab a bite, and there is a girl in there who looks kind of nice and so I ask her if she wants to ride along with me as we cruise around that night. She does and so she gets in the back with me and the two other people. We drive around drinking beer and making out. After a while, we drop off the girl I picked up at home and we head off toward the other people's homes to drop them off.

We pull up to the light just before this bridge and stop.


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The light turns green and Rick floors it. We are going 60 by the time we get to the bridge, and I'm kind of tired, so, I'm leaning on the interior of the right side of the car just half looking at the road out the back passenger window. At one point, the curb on the right keeps getting closer and closer and all of a sudden WHAMM ! We had hit a metal light pole with the right side of the front of the car. The old kind of light pole that doesn't budge.  If you want to click on that street view and double click to the end of the bridge, the first light pole you see beyond the end of the bridge is the very one we hit.  Still standing.

I was literally looking out the windshield of the car at the road because the back of the car was a few feet off the pavement. The car pirouetted around this light pole and I remember seeing the battery explode as the car danced and spun around a couple of times coming to rest in the far right lane of the boulevard.
The doors fly open and Rick's girlfriend immediately hitches a ride home. I grab the garbage bag full of empties and toss it over the side of the cliff to the right. Traffic stops behind us and the cops appear. Some dude is squealing to the cops that we threw something over the bridge as we deny and look at him like he's cracked.  we've been telling him he's seeing things for 5 minutes or so. The cops want to know if we're drinking, and as we all say no, an empty beer can rolls out from under the car heheh.  We say that must have been there already.

Drinking and driving still wasn't a huge deal but surely there would be more consequences for the driver if it was established that he was. No breathalyzers,and really not even field sobriety tests in those days. That I can remember. No one ever got one that I knew of anyway.

Well, drinking and driving Was a huge deal, there just wasn't a lot of legal avenues for the police to pursue unless you were literally falling over drunk, in which case you'd probably be dead when they find you anyway.

So, apparently whoever it was that put the steering together on the car, either left out the cotter pin that keeps the nut from coming off the arm that runs from the steering box to the rest of the steering components or never even put the nut on. As we hit a little bump in the road the steering rod that connects the wheels to the steering wheel were no longer connected. The way Rick tells it, the car started to drift right and as he made that little adjustment in the wheel he noticed nothing happened, then as he turned the wheel and nothing was happening, he realizes he no longer has control of the steering. He panics, and he is afraid to brake as the car might have careened left into oncoming traffic which as you can see in the picture are not even separated from you by a turning lane. So, we just happened to keep drifting right and hit the pole as opposed to going into oncoming traffic or potentially up over the curb and over the cliff where we'd have gone 150 feet to the railroad tracks below like a Thelma and Louise move.

The car was on the road a week.

Oh yea, Not a scratch.

So the tow truck gets there, and the police offer to ride me to Rick's Mother's place as that's where the tow truck is going to deliver the thing, and Rick is going to ride with the two truck. Nice policemen they were. The policeman asks me to go through what happened and I recount is just like this without Rick's girlfriend or the beer. I get there, and his Mom opens the door and I start explaining that Rick had an accident and would be along shortly with the tow truck and car. She is convinced he is dead and she wraps her hands around my throat choking me and screaming at me to tell her the truth. I thought I was going to die. Seriously. She had me good, and I was running out of oxygen. I wasn't going to punch her or anything, but she finally let's me go as she realizes she is going to kill me I guess. Rick shows up after a while and borrows his Mom's car to drive me home and that caps this particular evening.

Never wore a seat belt, never strapped the helmet on, to this point anyway, and never got a scratch. Anyone know an incantation to keep from calling the Gods down on myself? I knocked on wood and all that.

Well, that's it for the interesting stuff. Another friend and I resumed our high speed driving up in Sewickley Heights PA. Never a cop, never a pedestrian, sometimes a Ferrari that would play with us for a couple minutes on our superbikes before saying goodbye in a thrust of exhaust.

We never had any more accidents now that Tom the Gone was out of the picture, and the other friend - Cookie - is the dude that taught me how to do 4 wheel drifting in my Dad's 65 Chevy Belair, as well as some of the other fine points of driving and for that Cookie, I thank you.

I sure loved those days, but that stuff has to come to an end sometime I guess.

All true, every word.

Well, I'm flattered if you read all 6 chapters.  Personally I think it's a riot and it doesn't even seem like I'm writing about myself sometimes, as in Who Was that guy?  ;-)

A section of Blackburn Rd in Sewickley Heights


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The whole playground area


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Sunday, September 5, 2010

Obama's Grey Hair

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So WTF is with obama's grey hair ? He's 40 something right? Too much vacation and golf? Or did he have grey hair before the election and they colored it, or are they coloring it now to make it look like he is "under pressure". Or did it really start turning grey. I guess I don't care as long as the sucker is neutered in 2011 and jamming down the road like a bum in 2013...

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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Would You Do This ?

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I'm thinking by the time I was as old as these dudes, I had more sense by then, but at 10 or 11, we'd have done pretty much anything we could think of.


Wait a minute!  I would have So Done That !
I remember doing some of it actually.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

My New Ringtone

I made the video so I could attach the mp3 and upload to blogger.

One of my favorite movies sitting on my kitchen table.