March 25, 2005
Dreck is The Captain...and he doesn't give two shits what you think. Don't
Then get off the couch and respond, nimrod. Capthoohah@webTV.net.
More babble on th' Dog Water
Date: Thursday, March 24, 2005 5:00 PM
I wuz jus' wonderin' concernin' that bottled water fer dogs; whut
is th' difference between th' bottled water fer dogs, and th' bottled
water fer peoples? In a pinch, could ya' drink that doggie water?
And if not, why not? If that bottled water fer th' dogs is better
than tap water, why then couldn't ya' drink it too? Like, specially
if th' doggie water wuz cheaper, but some how I don't see th' tied-sweater-round-
th'-waist crowd gettin' involved in that, do you? I mean, like, whut
if a rumor started that yer bottle wuz secretly loaded up with doggie
Whooo. I'm sure yer "coolness quotient" would drop dramatically,
don'cha think? Ya' would prolly find th' 'hip crowd' edgin' unobtrusively
away from ya', snickerin' all th' while, tryin' ta' put a bit of distance
between ya', I'll bet. And ya' could hear th' barely concealed snide
"He drinks Doggie Water!" followed no doubt by th' worst
aspersion that could be levelled on ya',
"Omigod! How horrid!! I'll bet he doesn't lower th' seat either!
Bottled Water Madness
Date: Thursday, March 24, 2005 4:13 PM
I saw a small article in th' paper today where sales of bottled water
fer dogs are increasing. Normally here, somebody else would tell ya'
sales are "skyrocketing" but I don't use that cliche. Ever!
I refuse ta' say "skyrocketing" under any circumstances!
I always find it absurd that peoples will spend $1.25, or whutever
it costs, for a quart of bottled water for themselves. Much less for
their fuckin' dog! Whut kind of fucking moron would do that? Man,
gimme a break, huh? Now, if ya' happen ta' be in a third world country,
I could understand, but we're not a third world country, yet.
Say look, If ya' got too much money and are jus' lookin' fer ways
ta' burn some, well sheeit, give it ta' th' dude standin' on th' corner
who only jus' wants another fifth of MD 20/20! He'll get a lot more
enjoyment outta' that, than yer doggie will outta' a bowl of mineral
Whut's happenin' with out canine youth? Is there some kinda' national
health crises with them, as a result of th' tap water they've been
drinkin' fer th' past 100 years? Are we jus' finally beginnin' ta'
realise our drinkin' water isn't fit fer Fido even?
And speakin' of bottled water, I also wonder, like, if yer one of
those who carry yer own bottle around: is it de rigeuer ta' also have
a dumb lookin' sweater tied 'round yer waist? Or else, tied 'round
yer neck, so that it drapes elegantly down, jus' so, on yer back?
Whas' up with that anyway? Yeah, yeah, I know, it's jus' soooo fashionable,
right. It's all 'bout bein' Cool in th' Third Millennium.
But sheeit, I tell ya', it always amuses me ta' drive thru th' Plaza
on a Sunday morn and see all th' clones standin' round, swiggin' their
bottled water, retying their sweaters, waitin' ta' get inta' th' latest
"hip" joint. I guess next, th' Rhodesian Ridgeback set will
be there, pourin' some mineral water inta' their doggie bowls. Well
sure, ya' really wouldn't expect a Rhodesian Ridgeback ta' drink fuckin'
ordinary tap water, would'ja? Of course not!
Peoples can be jus' so fuckin' stupid some times it makes ya' jus'
wanta' hang out in yer closet. Thas' whut I'm doin', til it comes
time ta' go out and get 'blotto'. I find that helps in dealin' with
th' Idiocy surroundin' one.
Th' Irish Irish take a lesson from their Irish-Amerikan counterparts
Date: Saturday, March 19, 2005 5:41 PM
Did'ja see where over 700 people were arrested in Ireland on St' Patty's day, 252 of them in Dublin?
This is a big change from th' past. Y'know, until jus' recently,
th' Irish in Ireland celebrated St. Patrick's day rather quietly,
it bein' mostly a religious event, with th' pubs bein' closed. Kinda'
like th' way Italians celebrate St. Joseph's day. But, no more!!
Nah! Havin' seen th way th' Irish-Amerikans turned it inta' a huge
drinking, brawlin', hell-raisin' holiday, I guess they decided ta'
embrace that attitude with a vengeance. So, now St' Patty's day in
Ireland has taken on an Amerikan flavor. I guess they're sayin'
"Hey, don't even try and out-Irish us, cuz bro, We're Th' Real
It's strange isn't it, that while most peoples in th' world revile
us, on th' other hand, they all wanta' be jus' like us too. Hard ta'
Hypocrisy in th' Hierarchy
Date: Saturday, March 19, 2005 3:35 PM
I just read in today's paper where San Diego's Catholic Bishop denied
funeral rites to a man who owned a bar and a dance club popular with
gays. Oh horrors!
San Diego Bishop Robert Brom decided that no Catholic church in San
Diego or Imperial County could provide funeral rites for the owner
who was gay.
Chancellor Rodrigo Valdivia said the church's decision was not related
to the owner's sexual orientation. "His business is adult entertainment,
which is not consistent with Catholic teaching." Valdivia said.
Yeah right!! I suppose this sanctimonious prick of a Bishop would
deny final rites ta' corrupt CEO's who bilked untold thousands of
peoples outta' their life savings? Said behavior, I would think being,
"inconsistent with Catholic teaching."
Whut about th' millions of Catholic married couples who regularly
defy church teachings on birth control? Th' Pope has never wavered
on th' Church's opposition to this, yet most Catholic families don't
follow those teachings, but I haven't heard of any one of 'em bein'
denied funeral rites as a result.
And then, of course, this is th' biggie; whut about th' priests of
San Diego who fer decades abused th' young children entrusted ta'
them? I would assume that behavior is also "inconsistent with
Catholic teaching" wouldn'cha think?
I dunno tho, cuz considerin' how widespread th' practice is...mebbe
not. Mebbe it is policy? But assumin' it isn't tho, I wonder if those
priests will also be denied funeral rites in a Catholic church when
th' time comes?
Y'know whut? personally, I bet they won't have any problem!!
P.S. Some body needs ta' put this Bishop out ta' pasture, or mebbe put him in charge of th' local Orphanage fer boyz. Y'know, some place where he could make his presence felt in a more meaningful way.
Drive through teller machines
Date: Wednesday, March 16, 2005 1:04 PM
My buddy Gabby sent this ta' me. I jus' hope it doesn't inflame th'
sexists fires in all you pigs out there!! Oink,Oink.
A sign in the bank lobby reads: "Please note that this bank
is now installing new Drive-Thru teller machines enabling customers
to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles. Customers using this
new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when
accessing their accounts. After months of careful research, MALE &
FEMALE procedures have been developed. Please follow the appropriate
steps for your gender."
Gurlz I know don't conduct themselves in such an unseemly fashion.
Y'know whut ahm sayin'!
Date: Wednesday, March 16, 2005 12:39 PM
If yer one of those peoples who are envious of all those others ya'
see drivin' round with their ribbons supportin' th' troops, and yer
sayin' ta' yerself,
"Gee, I wish I had somethin' cool like thet."
This is fer you! My buddy Phil sent this ta' me. It's pretty cool.
An unusual solution ta' th' vexin' problem of th' toilet seat.
Date: Tuesday, March 15, 2005 5:24 PM
My friend, one Ms. Deborah, wrote me yesterday and told me how one
of her gurl friends solved th' dilemma of raisin' and lowerin' th'
toilet seat in her home.
Check this out; this is too much! This gurl has trained her mate
to sit down when ever he had ta' use th' facilities. Ha ha. No jive.
Solves that problema right pronto, eh! Cn' ya' believe that! He sits
down ta' take a leak!! Ha ha. That cracks me up enuff ta' merit a
However, there is another element ta' th' story. She did mentioned
one caveat tho; it seems he's unable ta' find and hang on ta' a job,
so she has ta' do all th' supportin'. So, now...that raises th' question:
is he in fact, a giant WUSS? Or is he jus' very cleaver?
I dunno. Whadda'ya think??
As th' World Turns
Date: Monday, March 14, 2005 4:39 PM
At th' saloon this past Saturday night, this young guy I know only
casually sat next ta' me and said. "Hey Charley, Long time; no
Like I said, I don't really know th' dude all that well. I wuzn't
aware it'd been a long time since I had last seen him. I also didn't
rilly give a shit, but I perfunctorily replied,
This wuz a mistake on my part cuz sometimes these purely rhetorical
questions unleash th' floodgates and now comes gushin' out th' minutiae
and trivial details of these peoples lives as though ya' really do
wanta' hear 'bout it all. They have jus' been burstin' ta' tell some
one and now with yer question...... yer th' Designated Listener!.
He proceeded ta' tell me he had jus' gotten outta' th slammer where
he had jus' done 2 1/2 months. He said, "Omigod! Oh it wuz jus'
horrible." In case ya' din't know, this is jail house slang for
"it was a bummer."
"Ya can't begin ta' imagine how bad it wuz!! 68 days!"
He went on and on 'bout it. 68 days. Locked up. I wanted ta' tell
him Martha Stewart had jus' done 5 months herself, and wuzn't whinin'
half as much as him, but I refrained and let him snivel on. He said,
while he wuz "inside" (Ha ha, more jailhouse sang) he had
had a lotta' time ta' reflect on things. Bout his life, y'know, and
so on. He's tellin' me that he's 24 now and not gettin' any younger.
I wanted ta' tell him that there are close ta' seven billion peoples
on th' planet and not a single solitary one of them is gettin' any
younger either, but again I refrained.
He said his incarceration (did I tell ya', it wuz like, 68 days!!)
had opened his eyes ta' a lotta' things, but he's still not sure where
he's goin' from here.
He told me that now that he was, "finally out" (he'd been
incarcerated fer 68 days ya' unnerstan') he had decided that he wuz
never goin' back ta' jail again. During a brief intermission, while
he paused ta' catch his breath, I told him,
"It's good ta' have goals." but he missed th' mockin' tone.
Now look here, I been patiently and politely listenin' ta' his petty-ass
whinins' waaay long enuff, ya' dig, so when a gurl he knew wuz walkin'
by and said hello ta' him, I used that distraction ta' disengage and
started rappin' with a buddy sittin' on my other side.
He didn't miss my presence one bit though, cuz without missin' a
beat, he wuz tellin' her now, all about his travails and th' crossroads
he wuz at in his life. So, after a few minutes this gurl goes ta'
leave, and she gives him a hug and sez,
"I hope you find whatever it is that you're looking for in life!"
Well, I happened ta' over hear that, and th' manner, th' tone, th'
absolutely, ridiculous banality of it struck me, and without meanin'
to, I burst out inta' an incredulous guffaw. My buddy, sittin' next
ta' me, wonderin' whut my outburst wuz about, asked me, "What's
with you?" And I ran th' scenario by him and included th'
"I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for in life."
line back ta' him. Ha ha. And we both got a good laugh over it again.
I cannot imagine someone in Real Life actually sayin' such a thing.
This gurl musta' spent a good time of her life watchin' and bein'
influenced by soap operanor somthin'. I mean, who in th' world could
ever say such a thing ta' some one, with a straight face, without
out bustin' inta' a giggle at least. I think maybe, in her own way,
she wuz tryin' ta give him a little message of Hope, as in "I
hope you.............." but I dunno.
Peoples never fail ta' amaze me with th' way they pick up and use
th' endless cliches around them and pass that off as 'speech' cuz
they can't express themselves any other way. If it wuzn't fer th'
cliches, some peoples would be completely unable ta' carry on a conversation.
I mean, like, omigod! Know whut ahm sayin'.
P.S. A short time later a gurl we knew stopped by ta' chat with my
buddy and I and at one time, completely outta' th' blue, I said ta'
her, "I hope ya' find out whutever it is yer lookin' fer in Life."
CRIME; it's everywhere!
Date: Sunday, March 13, 2005 10:15 PM
Y'know, peoples who live in small towns get this false sense of security
thinkin', like. "Oh, that sort of thing only happens in th' Big
But, they're wrong. Crime can happen anywhere, anytime. They are
not immune! And the criminal element take advantage of their innocence.
Like, I saw in today's paper where in El Dorado Springs, MO authorities
there are investigating the theft of a large garbage can stolen from
the 200 block of West Twyman. I find it a bit amusin' that there in
El Dorado Springs, they thought it a good idea to have an east
Twyman and a west Twyman. But, whut the hell; it's their
According to the El Dorado Springs Sun, (kinda a catchy name
for a newspaper, eh!), authorities there speculate the thieves may
have stolen the large can to possibly knock over some one's mailbox.
So, if you happen to be a resident of EDS and you discover one morning
that your mail box has been knocked over; look around and see if there
is a large garbage can nearby. But of course, you know from watchin'
the TeeVee not to touch anything. Do not contaminate the crime scene.
Let the specialist from the El Dorado Spring's Criminal Investigation
Unit handle it.
Even if there is no DNA evidence available, they will likely be able
to determine the number of perps involved and their respective height,
weight and color of eyes and any tattoo's they have from other seemingly
innocuous evidence. They might even be able to determine the vehicle
from which the can was hurled was a 1990 Mustang convertible from
the loud Vroomin sounds neighbors reported hearin' right after bar
In any case, just like their Big City counterparts, they have set
up a TIPS hotline where they have posted a reward of one "Big
Man Burger w/fries" at Evelyn's Diner for information leading
to the arrest and conviction of the perpetrators. So, if you have
any information concerning this, I would urge you to contact the authorities
there. Help keep Amerika strong and our cities safe!
Grooming tip from th' cap'm
Date: Friday, March 11, 2005 1:25 PM
A few days ago I lost my comb. It wuz one of those things they call
a "pic", y'know whut I mean. So lately I've been improvisin'
usin' a larrge heavy-duty barbeque fork. Don't laugh. It works jus'
However, a few minutes ago I discovered a major flaw in this system.
While I wuz carefully slidin' that dude thru my hair, I accidently
lost my grip and it fell ta' th' floor with a clatter and landed jus'
inches from my foot. Jus' inches, mind you! I thought ta' myself,
"Um man, that woulda' hurt."
I remembered how difficult it wuz ta' explain how I had stuck a fork
in my hand tryin' ta' eat some ice cream. Then I thought 'bout th'
difficulty tryin' ta' explain how I managed ta' impale myself in th'
foot with a barbeque fork. I got a mental picture of goin' ta' th'
emergency room with this fork stickin' out of my foot and tryin' ta'
explain how I wuz combin' my hair at th' time. Fortunately, disaster
wuz averted. This time.
So, lissen here boyz and gurlz, if ya' mus' try this at home, a caveat;
make sure yer wearing some industrial kinda work boots. Or else use
a safety strap and tie that dude securely ta' yer wrist.
A bit of caution and common sense here could save ya' from an unpleasant
Date: Wednesday, March 9, 2005 4:54 PM
I have received some things from some gurls regarding this issue. Apparently, it seems some gurls claim that, thinking that th' seat would be down, having trained their male living partners ta' perform this little trick by givin' 'em little lumps of sugar as a reward; they have gone inta' their bathrooms in th' middle of th' night, some whut ³groggily² they say, and plunged themselves right directly down inta their toilet bowls, cuz there wuzn't no seat there ta' restrain 'em. It had been left in th' "up" position, thereby causin' 'em th' aforementioned unpleasantness.
This made them mightily angry. CURSES. TEN THOUSAND CURSES!! Now look here ya'll, lemme' be brutally frank here if I may. In my life, I myself have gone inta my bathroom literally thousands, and I mean thousands, of times, "groggily" ta' say th' least; I have bounced off walls and furniture and fallen on th' floor on my way ta' th' bathroom in th' middle of th' night, but I have NEVER...EVER.......NEVER......mind you, plunged myself down inta' th' toilet bowl itself so as ta' make contact with th' water there.
And tho I have never been known fer my grace or co-ordination, some how or other I have managed ta' avoid this pitfall.
Now, I'm not sayin' they're fibbin' or anything, but I'm thinkin'....they may be mistakin' a bad dream they had, with some Reality. Or, maybe they jus' got a hold of some of that bad brown acid, I dunno! But, I'm thinkin' this experience, real or imagined, has polluted their attitudes and generated a lotta' hostility towards th' guy gender in general. This is why, when gurls get together and one of 'em wants ta' put some guy down, she may say somthin' like, "He doesn't lower th' toilet seat." And this will trigger an instant chorus of indignation and they will all nod and murmur in common agreement, cuz now they all recognise jus' whut kinda creep this dude is. Nothin' more need be said
I mean, this guy might donate his weekends ta' help at th' battered women's shelter, but HE DOESN'T LOWER TH' SEAT! Ooooh! Pariah!
So, I'm thinkin' maybe gurls need ta' form some kinda national support groups ta' help 'em deal with this. TPA maybe. (Toilet Plungers Anonymous) A support group for those, who believe they may have inadvertently plunged themselves inta their own toilet bowls as a result of some oaf's Ignorance, or jus' plain lack of consideration. Gurls could get together and discuss their feelings. I think they refer ta' it as "venting". (th' releasin' of rage)
Maybe by "sharing" their common experiences they could purge themselves of their barely concealed hostility towards men folks in general, thus creating a more mellow Karmic Atmosphere everywhere.
And speaking of 'everywhere', I wonder tho how th' Europeans feel 'bout this? Do European gurls expect this kind of behavior from th' male guy Europeans? Like, do German chiks, fr'instance say, "Ach! Was ist los mit dem Neanderthals?" Or, is this a mainly Amerikan cultural thing?
And altho everyone knows they are pretty much "inscrutable," whut about those Oriental critters? I'm havin' some doubts 'bout a culture where women, not so very long ago, who used ta' walk behind their men as a sign of respect, would be raisin' very much of a stink over this
I'm pretty sure Talibanese gurls weren't doin' too much complainin' about it.
Well in any case, this "seat rage" controversy needs more attention. Ted Koppel oughta' look inta this.
Ya' know whut, I'll bet I could predict where Martha, and Paris and Ms. Manners stand on this. I wonder if anyone ever wrote Ann Landers bout it? I'll bet some body did and I can easily imagine her reply.
Well, enuff said. After all, when we got a George Bush ruinin', scuse me, I meant, runnin' our country, there are prolly more important things ta' dwell on, eh!
A faux pas in th' kitchen, but th' cap't perceivers
Date: Wednesday, March 9, 2005 4:19 AM
I came home a bit ago and decided against my better judgement, ta'
fix myself some tuna casserole. So, I got an onion and started slicin'
and dicin'. I put it in a plastic container which formerly held some
baked beans from th' deli. Then I took some olives and sliced them
up and put them in th' container. Then I took a green pepper and did
likewise. Finally, I took a pickle spear and cut it in small pieces.
Then, I successfully boiled some macaroni with out incident and eventually
added it ta' th' mixture. Then I added all my spices, y'know, salt,
pepper, garlic salt, cayenne pepper, a bit of chili pepper, a taste
of dill and stirred all these ingredients together very thoroughly.
Th' only thing left ta' add wuz th' mayo and th' tuna itself.
And then..Disaster struck! SPLAT!! I still don't know whut happened,
but some how I knocked my container off th' stove and it spilled all
over th' floor. I stood there motionless fer a second; not believin'
whut had happened. I had this stuff scattered every where! It wuz
a mess I'm tellin' ya'. I flashed back ta' that time when I spilled
a big pot of rice on th' floor and while tryin' ta' clean it up, fell
backwards onto th' open door of my dishwasher.
Keepin' that in mind, I looked th' situation over in dismay. Whut
wuz I ta' do? I didn't have any more onion, or green pepper. I didn't
even know how ta' clean all that stuff up. I remembered th' rice fiasco
ended in bruises and a broken dishwasher. I decided ta' proceed with
Then I got an idea. I took one of my paper plates and cut it in half
with some scissors and then carefully got down on my hands and knees
and used one of th' halves as a scoop. I managed ta' salvage prolly
90% of whut hit th' floor.
Now, I want ya' ta' realise that my kitchen floor is not like th'
kitchen floor ya' might see on a TV commercial. Let's jus' say my
kitchen floor is rather dirty, and especially th' part surroundin'
my stove from where it fell. But I wuz hungry, ya' know whut I mean?
So I put th' whole mess in a colander and then ran some cold water
over it fer a while.
Figuring I had prolly washed most of my seasonings off with th' dirt,
I re-seasoned naturally. Then I added th' mayo and th' tuna and mixed
it all together.
Fer all practical purposes it looked OK and surprisingly, it turned
out rather well, all things considered. I did feel jus' a bit uncomfortable
tho with each bite, tryin' not ta' think 'bout where it had been jus'
minutes earlier, and so I used some mind techniques (I recited my
multiplication tables) I learned when I wuz younger, ta' distract
myself from whut wuz actually goin' on.
And so I wound up eatin' 'bout half of it. I'm wonderin' now, if
on th' 'morrow, I will eat th' remainder, or maybe, in th' light of
day, I might choose ta' discard th' rest? Quien sabe? Only time will
P.S. Once again boyz and gurlz, ya' can see why th' cap't recommends ya' forestall those early mornin' hungers. They oft times can be, shall we say, fraught with unpleasant surprises..
Date: Tuesday, March 8, 2005 6:49 PM
My buddy Tommy wrote me a little while ago and asked how I could
reconcile my earlier sarcastic comment about "Justice in Amerika"
re: Martha Stewart, with my recent account of beating
two charges against me in connection with my wreck where I said, "The
I told him that it wuz unrealistic of him ta' expect any consistency
or intelligenced in th' bullshit I write.
And th' answer ta' that my friend is blowin' in th' wind, and th'
answer is; I don't know CACA!
th' know nothin' cap't
To lower, or not; that is th' question
Date: Tuesday, March 8, 2005 5:55 PM
A friend of mine, one Ms. Deborah wrote me that she was herself,
"embarrassed by th' silly-assed whinings of her counterparts"
on this issue. A rather rare stand for one of her persuasion ta' admit
ta', cuz, like, I know other gurl-type friends, who are otherwise
intelligent beings, and yet when it comes ta' this issue, they get
a "circle th' wagons" kinda attitude. It's as tho, ta' go
with commonsense, would in some way be a betrayal of their sistahs'
and th' Cause! And so they parrot-mouth th' "party line"
even tho I KNOW their heart and intellect are not really there. Why
gurls? Huh? Whyizzat?
Whut is it about this? I have some gurlz who write me that it's all
about bein' "considerate of others". Others? Yeah, like,
who others? Who 'xactly are these others they're rappin' about? Well,
I know who this catch-all "others" refers ta'. And it's
not every body out there.
It's not about me, or any other guy; it's about "other gurlz",
cuz, like, I have never had a guy bitch at me before bout leavin'
th' seat in th' 'up' position; so they must be talkin' bout bein'
considerate of females. But, whut about some consideration fer ME,
huh? Whut 'bout me and others of my ilk? Why don't we mreit th' same
When I go inta' a coed restroom and th' seat is down, rather than
whimper bout it, I just raise th' damn thing. It's not like it takes
a lot of heavy liftin' or anything. As a matter of fact, I don't even
think about it, cuz it's not really a big deal, one way or th' other
is it? I mean, I have never in my life bitched at some gurl who didn't
raise th' seat when she wuz done.
"Hey yo Princess, ya' left th' fookin' seat down! Whas' up wit dat? Whut am I supposed ta' do now?
Wuz she bein' inconsiderate of 'others' too?
Hey, but listen, speakin' of changin' tires, I gotta' tell ya' tho,
a couple of years ago I wuz drivin' up this hill near my crib. There
wuz about 6-8 inches of snow (snow; sometimes known as white
stuff) already on th' ground and it wuz still comin' down real
good. Ahead of me I saw some one changin' a tire! Wow! They were jackin'
up th' front end of their car on this incline in th' snow! I wuz amazed
that they would attempt ta' do that under those kinda conditions.
Then I wuz totally flabbergasted when I went slip slidin' by and discovered
it wuz a Gurl. No jive!! Sheeit. As I passed her, I hadda' honk my
horn and wave in recognition of her feat. I mean, I couldn't imagine
anyone doin' that under those kinda conditions. Man, I thought, that
took some cojones!
But ya' know whut; th' more I thought 'bout it, th' less I respected
her actions as bein' pretty damn gutsy. I finally came ta' th' conclusion
that she jus' DIDN'T KNOW ANY FUCKIN' BETTER than ta' change a tire
in six inches of snow on an icy, slippery hill in a snow storm! Ha
Awright, it wuz jus' a thought, OK? so don't be hangin' that "sexist
pig' jacket on me.
Martha ad nauseaum
Date: Tuesday, March 8, 2005 4:15 PM
I am so sick of listenin' ta' all th' crap 'bout Martha Stewart.
How fuckin' ridiculous! Especially when they talk 'bout Martha and
prison in th' same breath. In the last few days I have
heard 'bout Martha in the "big house", the "pen",
the "clink", the "slammer", the "joint".
And "behind bars"! Sheeit!! Whut a joke!
"Behind bars!" Whut fuckin' bars are they talkin about?
There are no bars there! There aren't even any fences. That place
is known in th' Federal System as "Camp Cup Cake". Whut
does that tell you?
Martha hasn't been Incarcerated. She' wuz jus' "Grounded"
fer a while, y'know, but like, in a sorority house, not a prison.
They have micro-wave ovens in their rooms, fr'chrissake. The guests
have going away parties fer retiring staff. Ha ha. Yeah, sure! Well,
yeah, y'know, jus' like in Leavenworth, Lewisburg, Atlanta, Marion
or Florence, or any other federal prison, where th' "guests"
there all would love ta' throw "goin' away" parties fer
their favorite hacks too. Altho, rather than a nice floral arrangement,
a shank in th' gut would be th' preferred gift.
When inmates get inta' a beef there at Alderson, it's not over th'
drug trade or prostitution, or gamblin' or anything so mundane as
that; nah. It's more likely ta' be over th' floral arrangements. And,
hey, look here, sometimes, it cn' get pretty darned ugly too. Like,
sometimes, they'll even resort ta' givin' each other dirty looks and
stuff! it can get ta' that level. Oh, it's jus' awful. No kiddin',
And now she's under 'house arrest' fer five more months. Shudder.
Whut a bummer, huh! Yep, she's confined ta' her 16 million dollar
mansion fer five months. She can only leave it fer 48 hours a week.
It's jus' too much. Gimme a fuckin' break, will'ya! Damn! I know
a guy who's doin' THIRTEEN FUCKIN' YEARS fer a non-injury, drunken
accident. Course, he did flee th' scene tho, so I guess he got whut
he deserved, eh!
This whole absurd sham is jus' typical fer whut passes fer "Justice
GREETINGS TO ALL, from th' cap'm
Date: Tuesday, March 8, 2005 2:38 PM
Th' following inspirational audio message is not th' kinda thing
I normally send ta' peoples, so, keep that in mind. I don't usually
like smarmy stuff like this, but should you be havin' a bad day, maybe
these ancient words of wisdom will lift yer Spirit a bit. I hope so.
Have a nice day.
Possible Solution ta' a Vexing Dilemma
Date: Monday, March 7, 2005 5:31 PM
OK, it's that time again. As ya' know, we've been here before several
times over th' years. This thing with th' toilet seat has been buggin'
me fer years. Up? Down?...whutever? This conflict has been goin' on
fer as long as I cn' remember.
Peoples keep askin' me why I allways keep harping on this, and it's
cus these gurls keep bustin'my chops 'bout it. I wuz jus' taken ta'
task over this issue again a few nights ago. A gurl made some snide
comment ta' me after I had finished usin' th' facilities 'bout my
lack o' class. I retorted,
"Whut sweetie? Besides bein' mentally handicapped, are ya' physically
handicapped too, cuz Princess, ya' appear ta' me ta be capable of
lowerin' that fuckin' seat yer own little bratty self!"
They whine, and moan and groan, and bitch when ya' don't lower th'
seat for 'em as tho they're some delicate creature, who fer some reason.
known only ta' themselves, find this such an odious task as ta' almost
nauseate 'em. And this same person, who expects ya' do this for 'em,
as tho yer their personal servant or somthin', may in fact be a po-lice
officer, an iron worker, or a marine, or a boxer, fr'chrissake!! And
yet, when it comes ta' simply lowerin' a toilet seat, they get all
helpless and indignant and outraged, that some one didn't do this
"Whut a creep!! That dude left th' seat up!!" "Eeew!"
"Omigod, whut a jerk!"
And then, later on, they'll go home and grab their baby, who happens
ta' be covered with Shit from head ta' toe, and pick them up and clean
'em up and wash 'em off and won't blink an eye at that??? I don't
A couple of weeks ago, upon emergin' from th' facilities, jus' fer
grins, I came out and wuz loudly gripin' and snivellin' in a whiny,
disgusted voice' bout th' inconsiderateness of th' previous user who
had left th' seat Down....and thus, I wuz forced ta' raise it all
"Oh....Oh....Oh.....poor me! Eeek, eeek! Omigod! Omigod! Oh
it wuz jus soooooo Horrible!! Omigod"
But hey, I wuzn't th' one who made a big deal out of it tho. It wuz
those other peoples! Ya' know, those gurl peoples mainly! But not
exclusively so; cuz, like, I had a buddy of mine tell me, "Yeah,
but cap't, you don't have three daughters at home. You might have
a different Attitude about it if you did!"
And I said,
"BULLSHIT! My attitude would be 'xactly th' same!! Th' only
different Attitude would be; that none of my daughters would EVER
be whinin' about some one else doin' somthin' fer 'em, that they were
perfectly capable of doin' fer themselves."
They would never be comin' up ta' me and sayin', "Oh gee daddy,
some nasty guy didn't lift th' toilet seat and I had'ta' do it all
Nah, that wouldn't happen.
Well anyway, in th' interests of Inter-Gender Harmony; bein' a reasonable
person, willin' ta' negotiate and compromise, (thas' really not me.
I'd rather stand on principle, but, oh well, I'm tired) I have lately
been putting both lids down, see, so that way, th' next person, whether
they be a squatter or a stander, are still gonna have'ta' lift at
least one lid, possibly two, y'know, dependin'...but ya' know whut,
I'll bet thas' not gonna end th' rancor. Th' Palestinians and the
Jews will settle their differences first.
P.S. Oink. Oink
Truth in Song Lyrics
Date: Monday, March 7, 2005 3:17 PM
Y'know, some place, last week I happened to hear that song, "Cotton
Fields". Do ya' remember that old folk song?
"Way down yonder
Hey well, lissen here, ya'll, I've been ta' Texarkana, ya' dig, and
I wanna' tell ya', there ain' no fuckin' Loo-ees-ee-ana any fuckin'
mileaway! How many impressionable peoples do ya' think have heard
that song over th' years and think Texarkana, which as ya' know straddles
the Texas/Arkansas state line, is also only "jus' about a mile
from Louisana?" I don't know 'xactly jus' how many miles it is,
but 50 would prolly be more like it.
I don't know who wrote thet song, but they musta' slept right thru
geography class cuz they don't know their ass from their elbow. Sheeit.
"A mile from Louisiana"!
So if ya' ever happen ta' find yerself down in Texarkana, and decide
ya'd like ta' see Louisiana, I'd strongly advise ya' not ta' walk
that "mile", cuz ya'd be pretty tuckered out when ya' got
there. I'd suggest ya' get on that big Grey Dog instead. And then,
when ya' did get there; all ya'd see would be a buncha' cotton fields!!
Ya've heard th' ol' expression before, "Ya' seen one cotton field;
ya've seen them all." Well, trite tho it may be, it's true!!
They're not real excitin'; take my word fer it, cuz I've been there.
Like, ya' wouldn't want some clown writin'
"If yer goin' ta Texarkana, jus about a mile from Louisiana,
"I left my heart in Texarkana,
"Do you know the way to Texarkana?
"Sweet home Alabama!
"Rocky Mountain high
"Goin' ta' Kansas City.
See whut I mean? These irresponsible song writers gotta' remember
that a lotta' folks look ta' them ta' provide a "worldview"
since they're incapable of providin' their own, and when they get
this kinda skewered version of things; well, it jus' fucks everything
up! Ya' know whut I mean! Next thing ya' know, ya' gots some one askin'
ya', and this happened ta' me,
"Yo, cap't, which is father south? San Francisco or San Diego?"
Ha ha. No shit!
Course, ya' gotta' give some slack, cuz, like, this was a college
student. I'll bet he could tell ya' approximately how far Louisiana
is from Texarkana tho.
Put a big 'W' in th' cap'ts column
Date: Wednesday, March 2, 2005 1:44 PM
Some months back, ya' may recall when I drove my Mustang inta' a
brick wall. And jus' as a little side note, I think you would have
ta' say th' Mustang won too, cuz it still lives! (altho in truth it
will never be th' same again considerin' it's horrible disfigurement)
Whereas, th' brick wall has been hauled away brick by brick ta'...well,
y'know, wherever old bricks go when they have been maimed; so put
a big "W" in th' Mustang's column too. At th' time, th'
authorities issued me two scurrilous citations. I wuz noticeably distraught.
I told 'em' in a loud forceful voice,
"THIS WILL NOT STAND"
as they loaded up my body inta' th' paddy wagon fer th' ride downtown
(some one needs ta' look inta' those accomodations) and th' Po-lice
Officer said in effect, "Tell it ta' da' Judge"
So, I wuz down earlier this very morning to engage th' Criminal Justice
System concernin' this matter, and as a result of some brilliant legalistic
tactics by my counsel (th' arresting officer failed to show up for
the second time in a row) I'm pleased to announce that th' System
Th' city, realising th' folly of it's ways and th' inherent Injustice
of it's allegations, dismissed both charges against me. I am now free
to pick up th' pieces, and move on with my life. This is whut is known
as "closure". Ya've heard bout that before haven't ya' boyz
and gurlz? I've been hearin' peoples rappin' bout "closure"
fer years, and now I finally gots some myself! But, I can't help but
wonder; how long does this shit last anyway? Is there a guarantee
or warranty or anything? Who do I talk ta' if my closure wears off?
Oh well, no matter, I'm jus' gonna' enjoy it while I can cuz right
now, I'm feelin' pretty good!!
And ya' know whut; if this were a movie, I would be leapin' into
th' air and clickin' my heels and yellin' out "Yahoo" or
"Yip-eee" or "Hoo-ray" or some other similar bit
of foolishness, but since I don't believe that anyone has ever actually
done that in real life, I am content ta' sit here with a big shit-eatin'
grin on my face. Thas' whut I'm doin' right now; sittin' here grinnin'
from ear ta' ear. I wuz expectin' ta' put out some hundreds of dollars,
and face other recriminations also, and instead, "Nada, amigos!!"
Pretty cool, huh! Oh, Life can be sooo sweet, eh! Ha ha
P.S. Have ya' ever noticed how th' peoples who say things like, "Th' System works!" are th' ones who've jus' been exonerated. Those others, th' convicted ones; they whine and snivel 'bout th' Injustice of it all! I know; I been there, too. Ha ha.
I hope you're sittin' down
Date: Tuesday, March 1, 2005 2:01 PM
I heard a real Shocker on th' news earlier this afternoon. I'm sure
this will blow ya' away as it did me. I wuz drivin' my car at th'
time and literally had to pull over ta' th' side of the road, while
I absorbed and pondered th' implications of this sordid revelation.
I wuz completely shocked and flabbergasted! by whut I learned.
It seems that someone discovered that low income families were not
gettin' access ta' th' Internet ta' th' same extent that affluent
families were! I ask ya', is this a Shocker, or whut!!
Yeah, they deduced that this may be because lower income families
were not purchasin' computers at the same rate as their more affluent
neighbors were! Cn' ya' believe that? Once again; blow me away eh!
Personally, and this is jus' my own opinion ya' dig, but I believe
that as these peoples delve further into this sociological phenomena,
they may discover that low income folks do not buy as many Mercedes
as those other folks with their computers do either: evidently preferrin'
instead ta' wheel about town in their rusted out 73' monkey-shit-brown
And they might also find that poor folks don't take their holidays
in the south of France, all that often; seldom makin' 'the scene'
at Cannes. Fer some inexplicable reason, preferrin' th' environs of
Branson, MO or some such similar place. Whut is with these peoples!?
No Armani's, no Gucci. Where does it end?
Well of course, as we all know, "Po' folks jus' got po' ways!"
but sheeit. Well, how else explain such boorish behavior?
It will be interestin' ta' see jus' whut other transgressions these
"Minimum Wage Deadbeats" may be committin' right under our
very noses. I mean, whut kinda' Amerikan consumers are these peoples
anyway? It's peoples like these that stubbornly refuse ta' get on
th' bridge (you remember that Bridge!?) with th' rest of us as we
march boldly inta' th'
Third Millennium, that's holdin' this Great Country back, preventin'
us from bein' all we could be. They whine and snivel that they need
their money ta' feed and clothe themselves and their families, (well,
boo hoo hoo, cry me a river, huh?) thereby leavin' their dwellings
bereft of th' 21st Century tools they are gonna' need. One must needs
ask, whut about th' children?
"Just where in the Fuck are their Priorities, anyway?"
I mean, I ask ya', whut kinda' parent would deprive their child a
Macintosh, jus' so they could give 'em a peanut butter sandwich? SHAME.
I dunno, I can't explain it, but thank god, in this Greatest of All
Countries, we got a vigilant press ta' keep us informed on laggards
such as these!!
Graffiti on the wall; words to live by
Date: Tuesday, March 1, 2005 4:13 AM
I saw this a while back and I like it.
Dr. Hunter's epitaph.
Date: Monday, February 28, 2005 1:08 PM
"Better to go out with a BANG, than a sputter you swine!
P.S. Speakin' of epitaphs, I always wanted mine ta' read:
Th' Cap't 11/16/1941 - ??
"So whut th' fuck wuz that all about?"
Once again, the cap't is confused. So like, whut's new, eh?
Date: Tuesday, February 22, 2005 5:39 PM
Scuse me folks, but could someone 'splain ta' me why peoples are
still comin' up ta' me and wishing me a "Happy New Year"?
I have been ponderin' this for some minutes now, and if my calculations
are correct, this would be Feb. 22nd, some seven weeks after the event.
Whut th' hell!!
Whut, do peoples think that I might be so dense that I jus' didn't,
"get it" th' first 200 times durin' January and February?
Or perhaps they jus' want'ta let me know in an oblique manner that
we are in a, "new" year now, fearin' perhaps that fact had
gone unnoticed by me? as tho I had jus' emerged from a cave
or somthin'? Mebbe they're jus' tryin' to keep me current with whus'
happenin'? I dunno.
I cn' only await th' next upcoming holiday with dread and apprehension
when peoples I don't even know will be wishing me a, "Happy St.
Patty's Day". Peoples with names like Flores, Smith, Klein and
Shultz, etc. etc. etc. will be comin' drunkenly up to ya', wishin'
ya' a "Happy St. Patty's Day" in a loud aggressive voice,
while slappin' ya' heartily on th' back. And ya' best be respondin'
in kind, cuz they don't like it when ya' don't celebrate with 'em.
"Whas'sa matter with you? You don't like St Patty's day, or
somthin'!! Ya' ain't even got any fuckin' green on! Whas up with that
"No, no, it's not that! It's jus' that I'm not Irish you see!"
"So whut ya' fuckhead!! I'm from Croatia and I'm celebratin'!
Get with it, y'hear!!"
Well any ways....nuff' said.
P.S. By th' way, how many peoples came up to ya' a couple weeks ago and wished ya' a, "Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day"?
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