Life in the big city

My normal Dallas monthly water bill – $90.00, winter, spring, fall – no lawn irrigation. It breaks out to about $30.00 for water, $30.00 for sewer, and $30.00 for garbage pick up (“normal” trash pick up – once per week — bulk pick up (leaves, tree limbs, discarded appliances and furniture, etc.) once per month.)

Now Farmers Branch is a suburb (very small in comparison) adjacent to Dallas’ northwest boundary. Normal trash pick up – twice a week. Bulk pick up – once per week. Water, sewer, garbage bill per month – $30.00.


Political Correctness gone mad

Political Correctness gone mad

Now why did this guy apologize?

“His delivery of that message was completely insensitive to not only the people in the room, and the things that were going on in our community, and our society, at that point, and that’s what stimulated us looking at it,” said Brevard County Sheriff Wayne Ivy. Wood will be given a written reprimand, and he has already apologized to his squad. Ivey said that Wood would be sent to sensitivity training as well.

Evidently, there will never be an end to black racism

Remember Jessie Jackson’s twist on racism…”you’re only a racist if you have the power to exercise it.” A statement that is pure bullshit on its face. In the following video clip, the “lady” on the interview panel vomits up this shit as if it were from God, not from a race hustler-agitator-MF like Jesse Jackson.

My definition of racist – You’re only a racist if you agree with Jesse Jackson’s definition of racism.


Gas prices

Thanks to that Kenyan illegally occupying the White House, I now have to spend more on gasoline for just one of our vehicles than I do on groceries. And that’s even though beef has skyrocketed in the past year. I can lay off beef, eat chicken, but I have no substitute for gasoline.

Hello, Ethyl

Back in the day, when regular gas was a quarter, if you got premium, then known as ethyl, it cost 2 cents or 4 cents more, depending on whether you traded at a “major” station or a “minor” station.  Today, as the price of gas is headed toward $5.00, you will pay a premium of 20 to 40 cents depending on the station. Now that’s progress.


You know, Baptists ain’t all that big on cremation. I wonder why? The eleventh commandment ain’t “Thou shalt not burn the body!” It ain’t like the deceased gives a rip after he’s gone. And I feel no obligation to make those funeral directors all that much richer.

True story – I buried an aunt in mid-1995 for $3300. I buried her husband 7 months later for $4200. Same funeral. Same funeral home.

What do you think?

Legal, but not legitimate

I know that pawn shops were started as a way for the lender to make easy money and for the borrower to have a source of easy cash. They still serve that purpose to a certain degree. However, more than not, a pawn shop is a legal “fence” for stolen merchandice.

Just the other day I went into such a shop just to kill time while my wife was shopping for groceries. One of the first things I noticed was a brand new John Deere lawn mower. Now this is at least a $500.00 mower. The thing had never been used. Does anyone expect me to believe that the original purchaser had an emergency need for cash and had to hock it before he could use it for the first time?

What do you think?

High oil and gasoline prices

Even Rush Limbaugh has grudgingly admitted that skyrocketing oil and gasoline prices have been caused mainly by commodities speculators, not supply and demand as he had insisted during the run-up preceding Obama’s election.

It’s about time he woke up because then as now, there was no correlation between the price on the commodities exchanges and the availability of the product.

Thoughts on a dying art form

Some of us are great lovers of a dying art form. That art form – Jazz. Some may argue, but sadly I believe I am right. And unfortunately, I was born too late to hear and see the great jazz bands of the 1940’s.

However, I did manage to get “hooked” in the late 50’s when I joined the Capitol Record Club and chose “jazz” as my preferred category. My first order was the 10 for the price of one “come on” they used to entice you to sigh up. In that ten, I randomly selected a variety of artists, most of whom I knew nothing about. One of those ten happened to be Stan Kenton’s “Stan Kenton in Hi-Fi.” That’s all it took. I was immediately addicted to most things jazz and all things Kenton.