tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55674805725625303282024-03-12T21:25:15.414-07:00According to gfUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567480572562530328.post-24944870540687600822020-08-25T14:59:00.002-07:002020-08-25T14:59:51.896-07:00#PoliticallyPrivileged<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span face="" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="">Lets look at the Mayan Calendar one more </span><span face="">time. </span><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="">I mean, it's right there in our face! </span><br />
<span face="">Dude is sick! </span><br />
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<span face="">Looks like there is a fever, and he appears to be coughing. Not good at all. </span><br />
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<span face=""> Perhaps we were supposed to perish back in 2012 at the end of the Mayan Calendar. Modern medicine gave us eight more years. Prepare for the worst. This is it. We are toast.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face=""> </span><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="">My question is this: What are the real statistics?</span><br />
<span face=""><br /></span><span face="">I found this, which may give us some perspective. This is the 20th century.</span><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"> But, I don't know what a new chart would look like. Where are all of the chart makers? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Google was useless. Where are the people at Google? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">All of a sudden we don't have new charts. I Started this thought back in April, and still no new charts. I mean, I could make a chart.... Lets do this.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bullshit XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lies XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Misinformation XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Media Bought XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Morale XX</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Money X</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Political Unrest XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Men with morals Xx</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Leaders xx</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Political Privileged In Government</b>XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx x</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">#politicallyprivileged</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is all I have to say about our current situation and the Mayan Calendar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">gf </span></div>
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Also, calculating that only 1% will use said information for improving their plot in life. I would figure that the rest would aimlessly "flip channels", and watch dramas that are sprinkled with agendas.</li><li>Use the peoples personally owned hand held devices that tracts face recognition, and GPS location of the user to squash any rebellion in the future. Do this by creating applications, which the controlled will be come addicted to. The masses need for self validation and storing memories will be used as another data source of potential groups or factions of "friends" who may need to be controlled. </li><li>Do not press the issue of learning in school. Allow everyone to pass so that no one is left behind. Allow devices in school so that memorization and actual retention of knowledge is minimal. This way the masses will have to rely on the "network" for survival in about two generations. </li><li>When the idiots have bred grandidiots true control can begin, as no one will have any information other that what is spoon fed through the devices and programming.</li><li>Use devices to replace hard copy books. Cite this as environmental progress. Therefore, again, the only information will be that which is funneled through the devices. </li><li>When all the above is complete, the rulers can program people what to eat, what to purchase, where to live, who to hate, who to love, who to kill, and when to kill oneself. This will be brainwashing at its finest. </li><li>The next step will be to motivate said masses to become one of the 1%, as by this point all will be living day by day (maybe hour by hour) in "modern poverty" [a subject that will have to be dealt with at a later date]. "If you do 'X', then you will get 'Y', and then you can live like 'Z'. </li><li>The threat of not being technological and "with the times" will be as equivalent as Europeans with ships and guns capturing and enslaving those who did not have that technology in the past. So, one must keep up. You must have the device. You must keep the new shackles in your hands. This is the double edged sword indeed. If you don't have the device, you are clueless and in the dark. If you do have the device you are kept stupid and are being brainwashed. </li></ul><div> The only way to survive the future is to remove yourself from the rat race. Completely remove yourself from the race. </div><div>Well, that or fight. That will require thought, the ability to spell and to calculate numbers without a calculator and spell check. It will require knowledge that may have to be written down or memorized. <b>You know, actually know shit. </b></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">P.S. Watch this clip on education in Finland.</span></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/BeRemarkable2/videos/197990900710284/">https://www.facebook.com/BeRemarkable2/videos/197990900710284/</a></div><div><br></div><img id="id_e599_dfd6_b385_d02b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SHQRCSP2_wI/WcbD5XtvjUI/AAAAAAAAI54/epxB72vGL7EB_yiSgVl-Z5rm5dJtQjL9QCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The history of eliminating slavery has been reactive. We are now in a position where we need to focus on being proactive. Everyone is still worrying about what happened in the past, and are clueless as to what is happening in the now. Take down all of the statues if you need to. It will not matter. Those statues remind us of the past, as maybe they should. It is a good thing that some are angry that American Civil War statues and monuments are still standing for the dead Confederates Soldiers. Maybe that is an argument to keep them up. At least some of us understand slavery and the government's money grubbing political agenda.</div><div><br></div><div> Get mad. Go ahead. But if you would, please use proper grammar and complete sentences, so as not to look too Neanderthalic. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_979_def4_9b93_7ac" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HmaowdKZq0k/WcbkBzYKnZI/AAAAAAAAI6I/eOxT9_J8vnw2frllySqqv8_aaPPro8-KACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><br></div><div> Have you ever ordered a piece of furniture that requires assembly lately? If you have, you know deep down inside that our species is doomed. There are no longer written instructions accompanied by a picture. No, the only writing is a few short paragraphs, separated in to three different languages, giving the new owner vague customer service data, and possibly a web site that you know will be of very little assistance.</div><div> The whole instruction booklet is in pictagram form. I have no beef with this, other than it is proof that we are becoming idiots. (Soon, these same instructions will not be written on cheap paper, but rather dank dark walls of a cave. (FYI, you will have to provide your own torch to read them.)</div><div> "A picture is worth a thousand words" they say. Well, OK, but that is pretty general language. Maybe... "A crappy picture is worth a thousand screams.",or "An inaccurate picture is worth a thousand curses." is more accurate. When I put together one of these DYI furniture deals, I put it together and take it apart three times before it is finished. To those of you who make these pamphlets of horror and may be offended, it would help to use simple phrases at least. Try using "front", or "careful", how about "bottom", and "top". Words are good. Try to draw a picture of those same words. Gotcha, dumb asses. </div></div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://www.redbubble.com/people/accordingtogf/works/6815535-youre-an-idiot?asc=u&grid_pos=4&p=t-shirt&rbs=fcf2fa9b-c24f-48bc-aac8-41fa0c8a1a7e&ref=shop_grid&style=mens" id="id_b86_380d_61c9_b710">https://www.redbubble.com/people/accordingtogf/works/6815535-youre-an-idiot?asc=u&grid_pos=4&p=t-shirt&rbs=fcf2fa9b-c24f-48bc-aac8-41fa0c8a1a7e&ref=shop_grid&style=mens</a></div><div><br></div><div><br>Thanks for reading, now turn off your phone.</div><div><br></div><div>gf</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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At times, I am quite humored by the average individual's preferences of cooked meat. At other times, I am quite maddened by it.</div>
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Just for kicks and giggles, let us review basic steak temperature terminology.</div>
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Rare ~ The key word is "cool". The secondary key word is "red". Shave it, knock its horns off, <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">wipe its ass, and send it out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> It infuriates me when some numbskull orders rare and then complains that it's</span> cold and red. This is easy; stick with me people.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Medium Rare ~ There is that tricky word "rare" again. If the word "rare" is in the description we are talking red... Got that? Medium Rare is a warm red center. Still red, but warm. I know, this is crazy-simple-stuff!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Medium ~ Think Victoria Secrets... Pink. The steak is Hot-Pink throughout. Notice that I am not referring at all to internal temperatures of said steaks, such as 125 degrees. That is another blog post for cooks. This blog is for the users. As a user you are not allowed to speak of actual degrees. That would be a violation of significant magnitude. If a server puts in for a steak to be recooked they are strictly forbidden to write an actual temperature on the ticket (ex. 135 degrees / medium). If this happens the lead cook has permission to shout obscenities, and throw plates of food against the walls. ~ It's that important.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Medium Well - there is the word medium again... So think pink... Here comes the well part... Thin line of pink. Just a smidgen, ok? Got it. Good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Well - No red, no pink. Hot, and cooked all the way through. But note that there should still be some clear juice. A dry well done steak is a ruined piece of meat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Having said all of that, here are some words and phrases that diners need to avoid so they will not be categorized as idiots by the cooking staff:</span></div><div>
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<li> "Medium Rare-ish"</li>
<li> "The darker side of medium"</li>
<li> "Medium, but no juice"</li>
<li> "Medium plus"</li>
<li> "Medium well plus plus"</li>
<li> "Well with a little bit of red"</li>
<li> "This rare steak is chilly."</li>
<li> " Pittsburgh" (You have no idea what that means, so please just stop using this term immediately.)</li>
<li> "Butterfly" (See the aforementioned comment about Pittsburgh.)</li>
<li> "I am going to get sick now because blood is running out of my steak" </li>
<li> "This Well Done steak has no pink."</li>
<li> "This Well Done steak is tough."</li>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> ~ Matter of fact, according to gf, if you order a Well Done steak you relinquish all of your rights. No complaining for you. Shut it. ~</span></div>
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<div><ul><li> Should there be a cooking guide in regards to zip code? Southern steaks vs. Northern, or East Coast vs West Coast? </li><li> Since Japanese cooking includes raw fish, is their idea of Rare rarer?</li><li> Should other cities be required to have a specific cooking technique like Pittsburgh? If so, what would they be? Ex. "I would like that Seattle style please."</li><li>Can we have states with cooking styles? Ex. Montana Medium.</li></ul></div><div>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">However you like your steak, please explain that to your server in detail. Most likely he/she was not paying attention during the pre-meal line up, and has no idea how anything is cooked. (They are more focused on when they are cut from the floor, and how many silverware they will have to roll.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> I hope this helps. <br></span>
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I have not saved any money. Besides that, I have no validation of how these alleged savings have honestly been calculated. I just dropped $50.00 for some taco fixings and some bacon! How is that saving? Correct; it is not.</div>
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How are these discounts generated? By the manager? Did they use dice? Did they spin a wheel ala The Price Is Right to discover the discount? Did the organic grass fed beef, that was on sale for 20% off, come about because they had an excess of cows to slaughter last week? Did the cows wander into some rag weed and taint the meat? Was the meat sitting in the store so long that it is about to turn? What have I gotten myself into here? </div>
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And why is Monterey Jack cheese so damn expensive? How many gallons of milk does it take to make a block of cheese? Google that for gf. I thought cheese was fairly straightforward. Put the cheese in a bucket, set it, and forget it. Not so much it seems. I can get twelve beers for one block of cheese. The beer was on sale as well! I wonder what is wrong with the beer! Maybe it is going skunky. Great, now I have spoiled meat and skunk beer for dinner. </div>
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Everywhere I go it would seem as though I am saving money. Gas stations, car washes, the eye glass store, on line shopping, but most of all, my wife informs me of how much money I save daily. I really should have retired ten years ago with all of the money she has saved for us. She saves money on everything. I am always reminded of how much she could have spent, had she not been so diligent and frugal. Don't get me wrong, I am well aware of the money that she could have spent, and I really don't want to test this savings error theory on her. Things could get real bad real quick. Best to leave that one alone. My bad. </div>
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<li>With that being said, she wants to toment me. I do not know why.</li>
<li>She cannot resist a deal. I see those orange stickers.</li>
<li>She is covering up her own purchase of chocolate by deflection.</li>
<li>She wants to see if she has stronger will power than I.</li>
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It is "the Devil's tree" according to gf.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2IoxgMUYzDhWC8gaW7tbyCuhNZ-r2VQ01Egx21LkJquUGtmI3iQWCwhFHNtmDhZJWrRynEiApjuz9i0rUXhp9bX-gh7hWiOO7CuX36GbrGIFJFg_UxfsgU-9Mm807UBQIRgtJyrS5P20/s640/blogger-image-1152484132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2IoxgMUYzDhWC8gaW7tbyCuhNZ-r2VQ01Egx21LkJquUGtmI3iQWCwhFHNtmDhZJWrRynEiApjuz9i0rUXhp9bX-gh7hWiOO7CuX36GbrGIFJFg_UxfsgU-9Mm807UBQIRgtJyrS5P20/s640/blogger-image-1152484132.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div><br></div><div> This is the second encounter I have had with a Magnolia. The first was with my grandmother "MĆ©re's", or translated in to Southern, "Mater's" Magnolia. As the story goes, Grandfather saw the budding Magnolia, and knowing that it was of the Devil cut it down. The Devil was enraged and sprouted four trees from the cut down root. That tree(s) is still among us today, and it is mammoth. It will never die. Since I did not live nearby, my cousins no doubt took the brunt of the punishment that the devil tree divvied out. I now know their pain.</div><div><br></div><div> Now logically, if the Magnolia is the Devil's tree, then that would make Mississippi the Devil state, since they have embraced and glorified this tree. I better inform my sister about this as she lives in The Magnolia State. She may not know that she is playing on the wrong team.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZElJs6heck9SXYFNm0qfmneDSiTeUGNSX1eN_etFFidQJ07EspmUUADU66Jl0oh57a3idj4s0oKPhG_FmyPJW761g-Sj05wwolM8CrL5xlbCuIEcbjHLkyLpsYyyCVotP2tSYG3S6SFs9/s640/blogger-image-1950860535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZElJs6heck9SXYFNm0qfmneDSiTeUGNSX1eN_etFFidQJ07EspmUUADU66Jl0oh57a3idj4s0oKPhG_FmyPJW761g-Sj05wwolM8CrL5xlbCuIEcbjHLkyLpsYyyCVotP2tSYG3S6SFs9/s640/blogger-image-1950860535.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div> Let me explain why I believe the Magnolia is evil. </div><div> 1. Most trees grow modestly throughout the year and let go of their leaves in the fall... One stop shop. Not the evil Magnolia, it drops it's leaves when ever it pleases. Let me tell you, it pleases fairly frequently. </div><div> 2. The Magnolia's flowers are beautiful white delicate flowers that are the size of a fat baby's head. The trouble with the flowers is that one can never reach them. The tree is fifty feet tall and one would break their neck trying to pluck the flowers. That is exactly what the Devil wants. </div><div> 3. The Magnolia has an evil black trunk that looks inviting from afar. The old "beauty from afar" trick. Every girl looks good in a bikini when she is half a mile down the beach.</div><div> 4. The Magnolia grows like an adolescent that eats extra large pizzas five times a week. It is abnormal I tell you.</div><div> 5. The amount of energy it takes to maintain a Magnolia is not found with any other plant in the plant kingdom. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2YweGL2bkE6LS5IA9hjXuh8Aj52JVAXSpBhNd7ses5cx-9ntgeQ5sZEl2_HlEEmrPdSoMOG2Zf8AmeT4vslADZuErX3SU03bPo0uaA0JR0bIdp6xsl9jg30vV4GlutB7Gy3zcxdtkc06/s640/blogger-image--1662431668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2YweGL2bkE6LS5IA9hjXuh8Aj52JVAXSpBhNd7ses5cx-9ntgeQ5sZEl2_HlEEmrPdSoMOG2Zf8AmeT4vslADZuErX3SU03bPo0uaA0JR0bIdp6xsl9jg30vV4GlutB7Gy3zcxdtkc06/s640/blogger-image--1662431668.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div> The tree in my yard is testing me. I could have it cut down, but then my test would be cut short. If I cut my test short then my rewards in heaven will be diminished. I must rake weekly without complaining. I must bag the leaves weekly, lest I have to bag up fifteen extra large stretchy lawn bags like I did this Thursday. I must pick up sticks and hard round prickly ball things before I mow each week to protect my riding lawn mower from damage to the undercarriage. I must have the tree trimmed back yearly lest its ever reaching shade chokes out all forms of life in my front yard. I am the Magnolia tree's bitch. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWzavcExxEoOmgah6HThYu-XBRcbhvs63LloGwsJ8l5Wkf04UMfYl5DtRxPsHbmznI-XYkj1x5-DOQLs6O43nxIvAVmmfJJPnsfbPgAy6Ellu1BhlYmgvJroyAFcM_zcTXX2r80IOqLVN/s640/blogger-image-892171375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWzavcExxEoOmgah6HThYu-XBRcbhvs63LloGwsJ8l5Wkf04UMfYl5DtRxPsHbmznI-XYkj1x5-DOQLs6O43nxIvAVmmfJJPnsfbPgAy6Ellu1BhlYmgvJroyAFcM_zcTXX2r80IOqLVN/s640/blogger-image-892171375.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div> Dare I revolt? No. I must obey the evil Devil tree. It owns me. I am its slave. My fate in the future depends on it. I am being tested. I must pass the test. </div><div><br></div><div> Why do I feel like no matter how well I do on this test I will just wrap up with a D- final grade? </div><div><br></div><div>I hate Magnolias. Magnolias belong in empty fields with plenty of room to grow. Idiots plant Magnolias in subdivisions. I thank the previous owners of this hallowed ground for planting this test in my front yard. They are making me a stronger person every day. Who ever said idiots could not be helpful?</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks for reading,</div><div>gf</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 10% = You survived. The server was a brainless troll.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 15% = The server did their job but they reminded you of, well, nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 20% = You thoroughly enjoyed the experience. The server was attentive like a <a href="http://www.maremmano.com/maremma_temperament/attentive_dog_behaviour.html" target="_blank">Maremma Sheep dog</a>. What?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">30% = You are an idiot and you need to learn how to save your money... or you are tore-up-drunk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> There are those of you out there who at this very moment have a confused and blank stare on your face. Let me help...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Your ticket is $15.76 and you are starting to sweat due to the math conundrum that is before you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">10% of $15.76 = move the decimal point to the left one position. You now have 10% or $1.58 if you round up. You might as well call that $1.60. Got that?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Let's work on 15%. You already know what 10% is, therefore cut that in half and you will have 5% presto. Half of $1.60 = $0.80. Now, add $1.60 and $0.80 to reach your glorious 15%.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(mumble mumble, carry the one, mumble). Correct! $2.40! Now round that to $2.50 and get the hell out of there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> What is that you ask? 20%? Simple!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Double the original 10% (mumble mumble, carry the one, mumble). Correct! $3.20! Now then, you should feel confident in tipping!</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.foodrepublic.com/2012/06/13/how-tip-your-bartender-correctly-no-matter-where-y" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <b>If you are still clueless on how to tip, click here.</b></span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> For those slanderers out there who would set their sights on defaming this math, just remember that it is "gf math". Just like many of the great mathematicians of the past, I take ridicule (daily) for my calculations while knowing that one day I will be spoken of as a genius. One day... a long-long, long-long, long time from now. (Name that movie.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So then, back to the comments. How will servers get paid for these comments which are scribbled on their checks? Easy-sneezy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The Federal Government, even though they are broker than my happy ass, is still trying to figure out who else they can give money to. Currently, the discussion is whether to give money the Veterans, the insurance industry, or to those who tote the free cell phones (the poor and destitute). I recommend none of the above. The working people who pay for everything should get the free money. This is where the comments about service come into play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> This process will require a Herculean effort by the Feds. Tons of cash will be spent on the legislation and implementation of this idea. And why not? Money is free! Whee!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> There will be a requirement for a massive data base. This effort will employ thousands, and it will also chip away at that nasty unemployment number. I am so excited.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Remember, this will be executed by the Federal Government, so at the end of the day it will be a huge failure. This is all that we can hope for as we want to burn through these Chinese loans ASAP. Here is the "bare bones" of how the plan will work:</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The server must document the comment on the check (with the check number clearly printed) by taking a photo and uploading it with the App.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The App </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">will automatically send the document to the Federal Web site.</span> The information will include the Server's IP address, participating restaurant, and Social Security number. The Server will willfully give permission to "Big Brother" to use the information however he chooses. Yippee.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After being processed, the participating restaurant will be sent an email to validate the check number and the server.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Once the comment is validated, the Server will receive payment (based on the comment's value) on their weekly payroll check. (Hey, this is more taxable income for the IRS.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Server performance will increase across the nation. People will be happier, and the murder rate will drop significantly.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Thanks" = $1.00</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Great Job" = $1.50</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You are a Wonderful Server." =$2.00</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "Have a Blessed Day." $0.25</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "Managers, (server name) is an Asset to your Company." = $2.50</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Best Service in town!" = $2.75</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Great service! We will tell all of our friends!" = $3.00</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You were awesome! My phone number is xxx-xxxx = $0.05</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Of course there is a dark side to this comment bit. Negative comments scribbled on checks, and, of course, one cent tips. The point is that comments are worth a value wheather they are positive or negative. While dining out, what message are you communicating? Servers who guide you through the meal with ease and are attentive should be told that they are doing a good job... with your money not your clever quips. Some may indeed need some direction from you. Many servers have no clue whatsoever, and they are idiots. However, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you should know that the majority are busting their butts to make ends meet. They do not need condescending prima donnas giving them hell just for sheer pleasure and entertainment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> You were the best readers ever! Thanks for reading this! (= $1.15)</span></div>
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Alternative plans may need to be drawn up. Our society is way to lazy for that type of activity, and besides that, there are way too many idiots out there who have no clue whatsoever. Yes, I am referring to those whom we call "Sheeple".</div><div><br></div><div> Americans run around the internet willy-nilly posting resolutions wherever they can find an audience. Listen carefully, According to gf fans, NO ONE REALLY CARES ABOUT YOUR DAMN RESOLUTIONS. That's right! No one cares! </div><div><br></div><div> What they may care about, or at least be slightly amused by, are your actions and your results. That is it. You can blather on endlessly about what you are going to do, but no one cares.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3k0X1HqJg8OHEmKBeRHda1eACNwS2e_KqXiFeA2SPYRN5xphu8IfREgfHsWYasMy2tOQV4wAFhuAlWt-M93Ho3BKCfLT7-H0cfpsOmf2d9WeAdX2Qw7I-kRZoSXkTW-w1Wow5x0ioTpv/s640/blogger-image-1834359325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3k0X1HqJg8OHEmKBeRHda1eACNwS2e_KqXiFeA2SPYRN5xphu8IfREgfHsWYasMy2tOQV4wAFhuAlWt-M93Ho3BKCfLT7-H0cfpsOmf2d9WeAdX2Qw7I-kRZoSXkTW-w1Wow5x0ioTpv/s640/blogger-image-1834359325.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><i><b>"Don't tell me what you are going to do; tell me what you have done." gf</b></i></div><div><br></div><div><b>Violation # 2 Recapping Failure</b></div><div> Recapping the last failure-of-a-<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">year-that-one-let-pass is fine, I guess. But it can get depressing if one never follows up on their resolutions. Seriously now, how many of your idiotic resolutions did you accomplish this last year? Recap those! Most never document their resolutions. That is the oldest trick in the book. "Plausible Deniability" is the trick. After about two months one's resolutions become "classified" information. (Independence Day was on TV this week.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> Some folks recap the year by bringing out the old "who passed on this year" list. Yee Haw. This is what they do at all of the award shows. It is very popular. "Let the dead bury the dead." Most dead are happier than we are I suppose. No more annual taxes. I have seen some disgruntled dead on the Dead Files here recently though. Nasty pissed off dead folks they are. They may have sucked at accomplishing their resolutions when they were alive perhaps.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> If one must recap the year please be positive. Being funny would help as well. Recap everything that went well in the past year... even if it is a short note.</span></div><div><br></div><div><b>Violation #3 Party Failure</b></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> Partying is very popular when bringing in the new year, however there are a few ways to fail at partying. Let's review them shall we?</span></div><div> ~ First of all, one must show up. Secondly, being prompt would be spectacular. Thirdly, fashionably late is clever, I suppose, but do not arrive hours late to the event.</div><div> ~ Dress appropriately. No one likes a slob (except Nirvana fans). Be freaking festive once in a while. Shave. Smell good. Break out the clean underwear.</div><div> ~ Do not get wasted. No one likes a drunk. Well, drunks like drunks, so if you are going to a drunk party get drunk.</div><div> ~ Don't eat all the freaking food. It is a party not a Golden Corral Buffet. Show some restraint from your normal American-gluttonous-habits.</div><div> ~ Always wear a decorative hat to a New Year's Eve party. Never go hatless.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHD8A5zcQpz1v03-WyFWShEuayfBhqR3PeKWhZEx85k22dzjRTU22cwQBvV6teos7-FCrV8mW02fQOQ6D-VXRxgMbT3W6LziIIlZRCCl3WNsCtVmZFW36-Ws3HdRSRCC76tX2qxKypPL2/s640/blogger-image-169794439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHD8A5zcQpz1v03-WyFWShEuayfBhqR3PeKWhZEx85k22dzjRTU22cwQBvV6teos7-FCrV8mW02fQOQ6D-VXRxgMbT3W6LziIIlZRCCl3WNsCtVmZFW36-Ws3HdRSRCC76tX2qxKypPL2/s640/blogger-image-169794439.jpg"></a></div><br></div><b>Violation #4 Eating Two-Week-Old-Leftovers</b></div></div><div> Personally, I love leftovers. However, after they are about two weeks old, my strong recommendation is to throw them out. Make that one week old... Okay, just go ahead and change that to a three day maximum. 3 Days. Period.</div><div> Late-night partiers often violate this policy FYI.</div><div><br></div><div><b>Violation #5 Making Faces in Photos and/or Photo-Bombing</b></div><div> My family is the leader in this violation.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfocYVS95J0g6sjHRMmDw4sFwWYSfqrBVGwHbHR8Em6cRv9mCEsu2GU1Q_D5-pWyMexWW3-ae01tIj-5cvs-UXd8B8Xw3Icweld243oojWUYDDN6-ei9v2cZnH39EvSCwq6OLWqbPMu1N/s640/blogger-image--1202250240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfocYVS95J0g6sjHRMmDw4sFwWYSfqrBVGwHbHR8Em6cRv9mCEsu2GU1Q_D5-pWyMexWW3-ae01tIj-5cvs-UXd8B8Xw3Icweld243oojWUYDDN6-ei9v2cZnH39EvSCwq6OLWqbPMu1N/s640/blogger-image--1202250240.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8XPOiVkbMU3QrdFmQsC55_w1RUwystBPYgt3uWATCgNt9SaCpJMNvlMcUoI2htQprQafKlowLuNaugde_n4uz4VNnEgI4Wy91cpEP08IB9dwaiazuBYA57QlFzdXv5_1bRL0y-qc-5vB/s640/blogger-image--733981035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8XPOiVkbMU3QrdFmQsC55_w1RUwystBPYgt3uWATCgNt9SaCpJMNvlMcUoI2htQprQafKlowLuNaugde_n4uz4VNnEgI4Wy91cpEP08IB9dwaiazuBYA57QlFzdXv5_1bRL0y-qc-5vB/s640/blogger-image--733981035.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwZixTTKbFGG-iQ8Rd9OwkzXSR-fVp0eTyW1eFV1j5nZUeYfYlh7rpXcD5m321n5r38xUJTqmJizq2HQ3psl474ynlytXaMfGyM1nIKlHZ_3CcvrL36Hr4Z5ElJzdD2wg21MGwxQke5aC/s640/blogger-image--1988605346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwZixTTKbFGG-iQ8Rd9OwkzXSR-fVp0eTyW1eFV1j5nZUeYfYlh7rpXcD5m321n5r38xUJTqmJizq2HQ3psl474ynlytXaMfGyM1nIKlHZ_3CcvrL36Hr4Z5ElJzdD2wg21MGwxQke5aC/s640/blogger-image--1988605346.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD99CNx4Fu3LGgxiELH-Izh15lkiV_QreeTb2OPehDUwcYwA-xYMpdyM3ijwG6K5zRmjyCqR5QpD63KyQ0M9lIYidPCMecSOhBIlVsIl56MVYSm76C2rjWXbsLnBc1RFad7onxpS8z9gvU/s640/blogger-image-1769869775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD99CNx4Fu3LGgxiELH-Izh15lkiV_QreeTb2OPehDUwcYwA-xYMpdyM3ijwG6K5zRmjyCqR5QpD63KyQ0M9lIYidPCMecSOhBIlVsIl56MVYSm76C2rjWXbsLnBc1RFad7onxpS8z9gvU/s640/blogger-image-1769869775.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQ7NTYTfdIIyhx4n0K3nL0OvQ6kZ-7ZAPbixJRGNdrsdr-p4vyV9DqZK57qgahEr1fwr6aCPPndvfwztze6rwVulPhnNPtqPMN7wjRlSAFh2DUsonV7g4oEaf8K4nVEee_7KsvXlEQtVx/s640/blogger-image--1876305655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQ7NTYTfdIIyhx4n0K3nL0OvQ6kZ-7ZAPbixJRGNdrsdr-p4vyV9DqZK57qgahEr1fwr6aCPPndvfwztze6rwVulPhnNPtqPMN7wjRlSAFh2DUsonV7g4oEaf8K4nVEee_7KsvXlEQtVx/s640/blogger-image--1876305655.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3I4bRcUXYBIJZ4zhyphenhyphenyEo5Rbk04y5aRGKy4imWyEzjTG7zfaJqfl-oVkKa1fURnf8NmabtEhThV5PMgR4G17yFDZrYsWG8D0gurggP0LYTV36L7EE44t54VVJLKhyDURNFJ1d9pEVWzkT/s640/blogger-image--1855872272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3I4bRcUXYBIJZ4zhyphenhyphenyEo5Rbk04y5aRGKy4imWyEzjTG7zfaJqfl-oVkKa1fURnf8NmabtEhThV5PMgR4G17yFDZrYsWG8D0gurggP0LYTV36L7EE44t54VVJLKhyDURNFJ1d9pEVWzkT/s640/blogger-image--1855872272.jpg"></a></div><br></div> Is it really that hard to take a good picture? Yes it is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Violation #6 Leaving Christmas Lights on the House after New Years Day.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> There are some of you out there in internet-land who are habitual violators. Please stop. Currently on our street there are six violators. I am going to start passing out tickets. I have contemplated what the ticket should say but I am open for suggestions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <i> "Your home is in violation of the Annoying Christmas Act (ACA). Specifically section 12-31a has been documented. If you do not remove your lights by the second day of the New Year you will be considered as an "extreme violator". Your punishment will be bad Karma... up to and including the fleas of a thousand camels infesting your armpits. Happy New Year. Sincerely the ACA neighborhood committee."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><b>Violation #7 Learning Nothing from the Previous Year</b></div><div> 2013 was far from stellar for my family and me. Instead of dragging the world though my personal hallucinogenic-nightmare-of-a-year I have decided to learn from what the year gave me. This is what I have... so far, and in no specific order:</div><div> ~ Learn to listen.</div><div> ~ Learn to say no.</div><div> ~ Remember.</div><div> ~ Use less.</div><div> ~ Expect more.</div><div> ~ Simpler is better.</div><div> ~ Less is more.</div><div> ~ Love more.</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> ~ Don't become a dog.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I will be happy to expound on these upon request.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Happy New Year and thanks for reading,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">gf</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> If you take the time to drive on a highway other than a Interstate Highway you will find barbecue huts. Well, one would at least hope to find a barbecue hut. Especially if it is lunch time. Highway 301 is a normal, old, four-lane highway that evidently used to be "the road". It is an odd road accompanied by railroad tracts and abandoned motels. Plenty of farms, fruit stands, old souvenir shacks, mobile homes, and businesses can be seen while driving this American thoroughfare. I must also add that a high percentage of the businesses along this route are using a building that was originally designed for some other purpose. It is an odd collection of re-purposed buildings. Go ahead and think of any type of business; there is a good chance of that type of business occupying an old gas station on route 301.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Driving through Waldo Florida (<a href="http://whereswaldo.com/index.html#home" target="_blank">no, not that Waldo... Well, it possibly could be, but I could not find him</a>) I spotted what I thought was a barbecue hut. Little did I know how wrong I was. As I pulled in, I gazed in awe at an enormous trailer with a clever mural on the side. Two giant home-made smokers that were inside said trailer were gently wisping out white smoke. I was encouraged. Upon seeing the commercial portable smoker at the back of the shack I was even more encouraged. I should have savored that moment longer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> After waiting at the counter, clearing my throat, calling out "hello", and watching two employees walk in and out from the back, I was finally greeted. During this wait I was able to watch a Golden Corral advertisement about a chocolate fountain, which made my mind go to another place... maybe we can visit that place together at another time... When the normal programming came back on, the show was about forensics. There was a "dead body farm" that the investigators were being walked through. Have you ever heard of such a thing? <a href="http://fac.utk.edu/" target="_blank">Click here to check that out.</a> I got to view several bodies in different phases of decomposition. That was very interesting right before lunch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Randy's menu is a train wreck. On top of this Mount Pisgah of seafood there is 15 appetizers,18 sandwiches, and 20 dinners. Also, smack-dab in the middle of this menu is the statement "WINGS, OUR BEST SELLER". My head is still swimming.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> So let me sort this rib shack out. It is not a rib shack. It is not a barbecue joint. It looks like one, but it is not. A rib shack would have rib baskets, half slabs of ribs, full slabs of ribs, rib tips, pork ribs, beef ribs, rib salad, rib stew, rib sandwiches, rib wraps, rib beans, steak and ribs, chicken and ribs, and maybe even a rib Quesadilla. A barbecue joint does not need twenty types of frozen fish. It does not need to have 15 appetizers nor 18 random sandwiches. It just requires great barbecue. What I truly do not comprehend is why a quaint shack would not make their own sides. Randy's has an opportunity to be unique, but instead they choose to be the same. Trying to please everyone out of a shack is... well... idiotic. Oh, and rib shacks do not have Pastrami sandwiches according to gf.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The attendant mentioned that they had been there for five months. She also offered up that they were slow because they were in a bad location. She could not have been any farther from the truth about why they were slow. This is a perfect place for a barbecue shack. It was by the railroad tracks and almost under an overpass. What more could one ask for? More signs, that is what one could ask for. I recommend posting little signs along the road every so often upon approaching the shack... just like the old Burma Shave signs...that would do the trick. <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/morning/features/patc/burmashave/" target="_blank">Click here if you do not know what Burma Shave is.</a> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">One could also ask for an attentive staff. If an attentive staff is too much to ask for then maybe a bell at the counter like at Empty Arms Hotel. I always got a chuckle when Roy Clark would jump up from behind the Empty Arms Hotel counter. If you were born after 1990 go buy the box set of Hee Haw. The show was fashioned after Rowen and Martin's Laugh-In. ...Nothing? Right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> It was a slap-stick comedy show during the 60's and 70's. Google it when you run out of other things to Google.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The scene is as follows: Two are cops in a patrol car. The young gullible noob cop is lied to and tricked by the senior cop. The senior cop then proceeds to steal the noob cop's KFC. Whatever happened to cops eating doughnuts?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1. It is OK for police to lie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> When I was a kid I too watched TV (we had two channels). Watching Captain Kangaroo trying to keep Bunny Rabbit in line was entertaining. Bunny Rabbit would do anything for carrots. The Captain would go to great lengths to manage Bunny Rabbit and would often get exasperated, rained on with ping-pong balls, and confused as he dealt with other obstacles while keeping Bunny in line. At the end of the day I knew that Bunny was tricking the Captain and that it was wrong. I also knew it was hard work keeping honest and dishonest people honest. Unfortunately, with this crap commercial from the Pepsi Company/KFC there is no "moral to the story" moment like there was when I watched the Captain Kangaroo Show.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> When one starts to peel the onion of deception in America the lies go all the way to the core. The current administration has reached new heights in subterfuge. The lies about IRS; Benghazi; NSA; The (un)Affordable Care Act are no doubt the tip of the iceberg in this administration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is a video that shows our great leader in action. <a href="http://theblacksphere.net/2013/11/chronology-obamacare-lie/">http://theblacksphere.net/2013/11/chronology-obamacare-lie/</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Our great and powerful OzBama being caught in a lie is disturbing. However, even more disturbing are the hidden lies that impact the common man every day. Specifically, food production has to be the biggest lie in my generation. When I was young words like "fortified" were used to promote man-made products. "Fortified" sounds strong and safe. "Homogenized" came around and also sounded like a safe friend. I am not so sure about that anymore. There are myriads and myriads of food products that are poisoned or "fortified" with man-made processes. People wonder why they are sick. The saying "You are what you eat" was chimed often by my elders while I was growing up. Obviously, no one paid attention to that saying. If big corporations can make something cheaper and make more profit from the sale of it, that is the business plan. Advertisements always speak of the benefits the users will receive if the companies products are purchased. Lies. All of it. Well, that may not be completely true. A great lie has just enough truth in it to be believable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.getholistichealth.com/37967/hamburger-chef-jamie-oliver-proves-mcdonalds-burgers-unfit-for-human-consumption/" target="_blank">Click here for an article about Jamie Oliver proving that McDonald's hamburgers are unfit for human consumption</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Febreze: I just happened to read the ingredient list on a bottle of Febreze that was in my kitchen today. The ingredient list starts as follows: "odor eliminator", water, fragrance, non-flammable natural propellant, quality control ingredients. First of all, how is it that they can use the word "ingredient" in the list of ingredients? Second of all, what do we know now after reading this list that we did not know already? Third of all, would some scientist please tell me what the hell I am spraying all over my house to cover the idiot-dog smell?! Logic has left us completely. Febreze advertisements show common sheeple siting blindfolded in a fish market or some other crap-hole oblivious to the stench. How is this possible? WE DON'T KNOW!! Excellent job by big brother protecting the innocent. <i><b>It is high time the innocent protect the innocent.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> It is becoming quite clear to gf that the business of doctoring folks is not about curing or healing as much as it is about making money. The next time you see a commercial on TV or read an add in print about pharmaceutical drugs take extra notice of the communication about the side-effects. They are as long or longer than the add itself. If one truly is paying attention to these side-effects, one would never ingest the product. Pharmaceutical drugs are not about curing illness but rather masking the illness. Have you ever seen one of those legal adds on TV about a drug gone bad? "If you have ever taken the drug ('blah blah') you may be able to collect compensation". Does the public ever stand back and really hear this? What if you heard " If you have ever eaten thirty green apples during a month you may be eligible for compensation."? Yea, that makes no sense. If one ate twenty green apples at a time one would possibly be on the crapper for a hot minute. However, if one ingested twenty pills of any drug one would be dead... most likely.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> These companies are about making money on sick people. They do not have any desire or interest about healing or curing; that would lower their profits. Drugs are poison. Toxins. Unnatural. Mankind has survived for eons without them. I am not suggesting that there are not instances where they are helpful, but they still are toxins to our system. Alcohol is helpful at times, but it is still a toxin. I say "Practice" your medicine on someone else. I want no part of being a test monkey. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Insurance companies are getting rich off of the whole bit. "You <b>will</b> get sick" they seem to say... Why would I get sick? Well, if I eat enough crap non-food and pop enough pills, sit on my butt long enough, stress out all day every day, and sleep less I should be good and sick in no time. Why has living healthy become an emergency? We need health insurance to secure our health? I would be ok with bone insurance, cut insurance, sprain insurance, bacteria insurance, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">or even viral insurance. What a racket. I just cannot wait for the government to get into the insurance game.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> So let's review the cycle of life in America. The government approves GMO's and the use of pesticides to "improve" and increase food production (profits). Because this poisoned food makes us sick, the pharmaceutical companies get their toxins approved with great prestidigitation by the FDA. They do this to mask the symptoms and increase the amount of toxins in order to keep our bodies sick. This helps the doctors and pharmaceutical companies busy. Prescribing boat loads of toxic and unnecessary drugs keeps the cash flow at acceptable levels for both parties. "To help the public out" the insurance companies come to the rescue. Lies. They are there to help themselves out. Now the Great OzBama wants a piece of the action. Yes, government is big business...real big. The only missing element to make the circle of life complete is death. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "It's the year 2022...People are still the same. They'll do anything to get what they need. And they need Soylent Green." <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070723/plotsummary" target="_blank">Click here if you have no idea what Soylent Green is.</a> </span></div>
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They must be seen. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Sitting next to me this morning is an "athlete" wearing a bright purple spandex top, tight (overly tight) black-stretchy-shorts, a glittery multicolored head-band, hoop earrings, oversized reading glasses, and some god-awful glowing "running shoes". Ready for a workout beyond imagination, she has a laptop, a tablet, and a Japanese fan out and ready for use. 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This is the good stuff people. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Did she work out? If so why didn't she change out of her sweaty exercise garb before she enjoyed her reward of a Granola topped yogurt? What was the purpose of the Japanese fan? If she was hot, why was she drinking a freshly-brewed coffee? Did the hauling of multiple bags filled to the brim with hardware require wearing sportswear? How often does the coffee shop sanitize the chairs? Does the color combination of lime green, purple, orange make one run faster? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Now you must look at everyone's shoes. Does the shoe match the individual? This will be your secret humor for the next week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <b><i> "If the shoe does not fit (the occasion) don't wear it" gf</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">At a farm? Wear boots.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">At the beach? Wear flip-flops.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Out walking? Wear walking shoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At work? Wear work shoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Playing Basketball? Wear the Air Jordans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Playing Baseball? Wear spikes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Eating out? Wear the six inch heels.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Never go hiking? Never wear hiking boots.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Never go running? Never wear running shoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That is all I have to say about that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thanks for reading,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">gf</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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DK will remain a dog. She is sneaky and conniving and takes great pleasure in getting MJ in trouble. She will have plenty of company on her next go around though. I predict a great dog boom in the next several generations of dog life. It is mind boggling how many more dogs are being created by humans every year. For example, I would estimate that seventy-five percent of our great leaders in Washington are headed for a dog's life.</div>
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"Hey what ever happened to that creepy lady who got Obama Care to "work"?"<br>
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The problem with America is that we want to be popular. We watch too many movies. I am speaking specifically of "Western" movies: the ever popular genre populated by "good guys" in the white hats who punish the "bad guys" in the black hats while inflicting few or no fatal wounds. Imagine a scene where ten thousand rounds of ammo are fired and one bad guy gets a nick on his ear... and then surrenders.<br>
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Do you see how cool John Wayne looks? This is not the look of warfare. The warfare look is a wild-eyed, crazed, focused-purposeful look. Take a look at John Wayne, and then take a look at Mel Gibson. See that? Good, you need to hold on to that for a moment or two. Likewise, the movie Star Wars has also hurt warfare. Lightsabers, The Force, Ewoks, and Yoda have messed up a good many war strategists.<br>
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Winning a war takes being brutal as well as clever. The Babylonians had war and conquest figured out. When they CONQUERED a country they would remove the men from their homeland (current data suggests twenty-five percent or more men). They would then move in and infest the conquered with their DNA and culture. This was pure genius. Their only problem was that they had a leader gone crazy (this often happens), and they pretty much ticked off God (like the Germans did in the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark")... Anyway, even with all of their issues, the Babylonians have inspired my war thinking.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It would be an excellent idea for all the world leaders to play several games of Risk. If you are not familiar with Risk it is a war strategy board game. If you do not have it you need to purchase it asap. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Only then would they realize that no one should ever mess with Australia. Every good Risk player knows the strategy of amassing forces in Australia to take over the islands, then China, then Russia, and then the rest of the world. Watch out for those Aussies. </span><br>
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Firstly, one has to figure out who the current undesirables are. (For Hitler, this was the Jews and anyone else who just ticked him off.) Slaughtering undesirables is just ridiculous. I am no way suggesting anything of the sort. Every gf undesirable has a chance for redemption and a new start.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The murderers would get a fifteen minute video and a consent form. If they were to survive the jump from the C-17 they would be all good. They would be free to do what they want to do to the enemy. Maybe there would be a knife or even a gun hidden in the survival gear. America could eliminate the national debt in a blink of an eye with this plan. Emptying the jails of the 15,000 convicted murderers in the US would be a nice start. That would be round about $420,000,000 per year off the books just for the murderers! Now if we cleared out all of the 1.6 million inmates in the U.S. that would be about 3.5 billion or so... according to gfmath. (One may want to validate those numbers.) Once all of the gf undesirables are out of the jails, everyone else in the jails will want to know how they did it. We can make freedom happen for them as well. Now remember that one may not want to go to the country we conquer for at least one hundred years. Yes, just like Australia. Anyway, it will be a hundred years before the roads are paved and the Wal-Marts, McDonald's, and Bass Pro Shops are built.</span></div>
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The illegal aliens in America have become a hot topic among our great leaders. The incarcerated illegal aliens clogging our jails would be given US citizenship by signing a form, taking the two hour survival course, and performing five practice jumps. They also would be taken to boot camp and complete a "special training force" program, and given a badge with a skull and let us just say a... Lightning bolt. Yes, that sounds good. After being deployed, they would be the first boots on the ground. That is, of course, the first "professional" boots on the ground, after the murderers, thieves, and the rapists put their boots on the ground (well, technically, they are professionals also).</div>
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While growing up in a conservative environment, I was immersed in the knowledge of good and evil. Evil included working on Sundays. I was always taught that one should follow the Ten Commandments. The fourth commandment, in The Book of Exodus chapter 20, is the commandment about the Sabbath. Check it out.<br>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">"8 Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. 9 Six days you shall labor, and do all your work, 10 but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, you, or your son, or your daughter, your male servant, or your female servant, or your livestock, or the sojourner who is within your gates. 11 For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. "</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<b><i>Taking the day off when the Creator took a day off is the fourth most important rule in this universe.</i></b><br>
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Now, there is the question of which day is the Seventh day. Currently Saturday is the seventh day. Most go to church on Sunday which is the first day. FYI the people who go to church on Saturday are made fun of by the Sunday-church-goers because they miss all of the good college football games.<br>
The Seventh Day Adventist obviously know how to read a calendar. But wait, who made the calendar? The Vikings did. Yes... Vikings.. well, The Vikings and The Mayans did. And we all now know how accurate the Mayan calendar turned out to be. Great job on the end of the world date fail by the way.</div>
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Moses was a Jew, so maybe we should just stick with their calendar. Hey, it is their law anyway. Maybe the Ten Commandments only apply to Jews! Whee!!</div>
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Sunday worshipers have made their own commandments. Let's see if the" Mighty gf" (hey, say that with some enthusiasm like "The Mighty and Powerful Oz".) can recall them all.</div>
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1. Thou shalt have no other denominations before thee (Your current denomination is the only one that will save you from hell fire.).</div>
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2. Thou shalt make into thee a giant graven image, which ye shall call a place of worship. (Make sure it has a recreation center with a full-sized basketball court. At least have lots of idols and candles if you cannot afford a basketball court. If one cannot afford the aforementioned adornments, at least have a band with an electric guitar and a drum set.)</div>
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3. Thou are only allowed to take the name of The Lord your God in vain at sporting events and only when you are really, really, really mad.</div>
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4. Remember the Sabbath day to go out to eat after worship. Six days you will labor and do all of your work, but on the seventh day (or the first, if you must insist) you shall eat out and make sure that all of your servants work for small tips. Oh, and be extra haughty and hateful as a new week is upon you. (Be sure to witness to them (...spreading your message to the ends of the earth...) and let the servants know that they should not be working, but rather remembering the Sabbath with you. Leave the servants a bible tract to read, because bible tract literature is such a terribly efficient communication vehicle.</div>
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5. Dishonor your Father and Mother by not paying attention to the messages in church and "playing church"...that your days may be long in the land... </div>
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6. Thou shall not murder, unless you have plausible deniability and a great lawyer. </div>
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7. Thou shall not commit adultery. (This is just a suggestion.)<br>
8. Thou shall not steal. But, that does not mean you have to give, and it excludes restaurant small wares such as salt shakers, ramekins, and steak knives.<br>
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness. (This is an archaic rule and one to be ignored completely. Hey, everyone lies.)<br>
10. Thou shalt not covet. However "keeping up with the Jones'" is completely fine.<br>
11. Thou shalt run thy servant often for extra Diet Cokes, Orange Soda, sour cream, and extra napkins.<br>
12. Thou shall not read the fine print on any coupon.<br>
13. Thou shalt threaten the server with a complaint and small tips when things are not perfect.<br>
14. Thou shalt order more calories (enough to sustain two humans for three days) by ordering giant combo platters with extra sides and condiments.<br>
15. Thou shalt be hateful and condescending after your weekly worship service.<br>
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I realize that my cynicism has become legend, but I come by it honestly. It is utterly ridiculous when one starts to add up all of the hypocrisy created by all of the "believers" in history. I will not bore you with recanting all of the treacheries of mortals in the name of The God or a god. Pick up a history book, or better yet, look at a newspaper to see this hypocrisy for yourself.<br>
It is not because I do not believe in God why I think this way. Believing in God is not hard for me. When I look at nature's complexity and diversity, the answer of "Is there a God" is a nobrainer. Oh, sure, right... we crawled out of a mud pool... I forgot. Whatever. Maybe <b>you</b> crawled out of a mud pool, but I did not. The Chicken came before the egg according to gf.<br>
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What does make my head swim is how so many people can screw something up like "This is My command: Love one another as I have loved you." so horribly. The quickness in which the "Word of the Lord" escapes Sunday worshiper's brains (if indeed it ever reached that far) is record breaking. One just needs to watch them eat at a restaurant after they go to church. If I were a preacher and I wanted to make a positive impact on the local community, I would preach the fourth commandment every other week.<br>
This commandment has been trashed. It seems to me that it is a very straightforward commandment. 1,2,3,4,5,6, rest. Got it. Easy. Who lost count? Jackass theologians is my best guess. Great job. Let's see now, how can we expect for any of the hard commandments to be followed correctly if the easiest one stumps mankind. No wonder there is so much adultery, killing, coveting, stealing and bearing of false witness going on these days.<br>
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So let's get back on track here. Moving forward... go to church on <b>Saturdays</b>. Listen to the preacher talk about<b> love</b> and let that concept sink in for a minute or two. Go home after church and eat <b>leftovers</b>. Yes, the restaurant industry will lose money, but the servants will love you.<br>
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When a good friend tells you to eat at a barbecue joint because it is the best he has ever eaten, you need to listen. Then, you need to get going, and go eat at said joint. So, that is exactly what I did.<br>
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Having grown up in South Carolina, I was curious to see how the barbecue home turf was holding up. As "The gf Commander" and I arrived at Bucky's Bar-BQ's Roper Mountain Road location, we found that it was slightly frumpy. This is a good thing, because had we found a fancy-pants barbecue joint we would have probably left. Once inside, we walked past plain chairs and the semi-plain tables which have Bucky's memorabilia laminated to them, and arrived at the short counter in the back corner. I was a bit confused until I found the "order" sign. I have to say, the set up has me still scratching my head, but it did work somehow. The counter man had a whole Boston Butt on a chopping board. As soon as we placed our order he proceeded to whack away and fill the plates with the carefully chopped pork. That was the magical moment in time. Hang on to that moment as it explains much.<br>
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My Sassy Chef associate, who was traveling with me (the aforementioned "gf <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Commander") ordered a pork plate with green beans and cucumber salad (This was a gluten free lunch FYI). She reported that the cucumber salad was ok, but the green beans needed some much needed help. She suggested putting them back into the can whence they came, and start over with some fresh green beans. I know, ouch already! She also reported that the chopped barbecue was some of the best she has ever had. Unbelievable, that now makes two "best I ever had" comments. She did not use any sauce and said that the meat had a mild smoked flavor which was not overpowering.</span><div>
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I ordered a combo plate which had the chopped pork and smoked chicken with sides of Cole slaw and sweet potatoes (souffle). The chopped barbecue was as the Sassy Chef had reported . I am not sure if it is the best I have ever had, but it is definitely in the top ten. Now then, the chicken was on point. It was very tender and seasoned well. The cook brought me a sampling of the ribs (cut up spare ribs) so that I could get the whole experience. My undying charm undoubtedly persuaded his conscience to do so. They were fall off the bone and tender, albeit a bit lacking with rub/seasoning. The moisture in Bucky's meats makes the difference. Nothing is worse than dried out barbecue; every bite was tender and moist.</div>
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This was a good lunch served by a great staff who had a heaping helping of care. Overall, I understand why my friend Merle said this was the best barbecue that he has ever had. </div>
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If I were to drop my treat on the ground I knew it was "game over" - No discussion, no re-do, no more ice cream. Done. (My wife still wonders why, on occasion, I eat things that I have errantly dropped on the floor.) Hey, three second rule... and she is an excellent house keeper. There are no nocuous germs on her kitchen floor.</div><div><br></div><div> This idea of "no new ice cream cones if you drop it" mentality has been infected by video games. Yep, children playing video games are responsible for this change in thinking, however, not totally, as the game creators have a responsibility to bear. Someone desperately needs to hold these chaos creators accountable. I know that the game creators have given back to society as well. Most children now know how to kill Zombies and fly hovercraft.</div><div><br></div><div>When one plays Chess, Tic-Tac-Toe, Checkers, Risk, or Monopoly there are no do-overs. One may luck up on a "get out of jail card", a lucky roll of the dice, or a player who is not paying attention, but that is about it. In video games there is very little accountability, as one can save the game along the way, and therefore, one does not have to completely start over. Yep, the good old do-over.</div><div><br></div><div> The do-over has become an American epidemic. We now do-over everything and anything. Thinking is not an action that is needed... because one can just do-over. Not happy with your spouse? Do-over. Failed 8th Grade again? Do-over. Wait, no, scratch that... "No one left behind"... what was I thinking? </div><div><br></div><div> Do-over disease may be why many folks have issues with umpires. Umpires are in charge of do-overs. Hey, some folks do not like God. They don't think he is going to hand out many do-overs on the judgement day. </div><div><br></div><div> I think a do-over is needed from time to time depending on the circumstance. However, some things just do not need to be done over. Ever. Like Disco. However, this idea that a kid can demand a new ice cream just because they are a klutz is idiotic. Why should the ice cream vendor have to incur this extra cost of goods?</div><div><br></div><div> This poison goes even deeper though. The "I don't like this flavor of ice cream so I am entitled to get another flavor for free" crap is like a plague in our society. Some freaking four year olds are telling their servers "I don't like these chicken tenders, so I want something else". Seriously? Eat your damn chicken tenders already. Your delicate palate knows Kool-Aid and hot dogs. Shut it. Zip it.</div><div><br></div><div> What happens when little Johnny grows</div><div>up? Anarchy. Everyone turns into a Gordon Ramsay of Casual Dining. Just great. I can't wait. Just for fun let's pause for a moment and imagine some of those comments.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> Pausing.....</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Well, the best one I thought of was:</div><div> "This (microwaved) crab leg dinner just does not taste as fresh as it normally does".</div><div><br></div><div> It is annoying to make a do-over when a child has dropped their food, but what the hell, make them a new one.</div><div> Why?</div><div> The kid will cry and the mother or father will be completely unsuccessful at consoling the child. The parents will then start to boil into a frenzy if the establishment does nothing. </div><div><br></div><div> The restaurant has to create a welfare fund for such occurrences. Yes, a secret welfare fund. It is also called a "price increase". </div><div><br></div><div> So what is the point of this ramble? </div><div><br></div><div>ā¢Take care of children or they will become suicide bombers.</div><div><br></div><div>ā¢Do-overs are not so bad. Maybe you will need one soon. I know I do occasionally.</div><div><br></div><div>ā¢Bitching raises prices in the end.</div><div><br></div><div>ā¢Not being able to say "No" is what ruins civilization.</div><div><br></div><div> So then, "What in the hell is wrong with America?" We just have lost the ability to say "no". This is why our great country is in the shit. Yea, I said it... In the shit. Our great leaders just cannot say no to the whining public because they are scared of not being popular (re-elected to their cushy spot). The leader's uniforms are spotless and pressed. They have not been in the game. Their inability to say no is how we have racked up trillions of dollars in debt and devalued the Dollar. Not being able to say no has pushed the entire world economy into the shit. Hey, everyone wants to be successful like the Americans. Yeah right... whatever.</div><div><br></div><div> Give everyone a new ice cone. Never say no. This is how one ruins a country.</div><div><br></div><div> See you at the soup kitchen.</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks for reading,</div><div>gf</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveJFNlkysD3zipyLUJCtdNb-fL0NTJEyPmWxLfAYZX-p5evbqES7KiTxz3HbPj6fj3ss5KtG1e12XrsenjlI_rBTG_wuGvoDR1kly34QUhimYuf6KinoebTapeYu7TdQBAVTFw03rFmBG/s640/blogger-image-854197962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveJFNlkysD3zipyLUJCtdNb-fL0NTJEyPmWxLfAYZX-p5evbqES7KiTxz3HbPj6fj3ss5KtG1e12XrsenjlI_rBTG_wuGvoDR1kly34QUhimYuf6KinoebTapeYu7TdQBAVTFw03rFmBG/s640/blogger-image-854197962.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Max Headroom for president.</div><div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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Potato salad ~ Skip it. I call this "mashed potato salad" and I am no fan of it. It is a typical mayo/mustard/pickle relish fare.</div>
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I had recenty visited a soon-to-be-famous BBQ joint in West Atlanta who has Hottie "Hogs", so of course, I had to compare them to Bub-Ba's Hotties. I have determined that the waitresses at Bub-Ba-Q were just as hot. Matter of fact, they are hot enough to win a trophy, which could be displayed (with the others) at the restaurant.</div>
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Enough of the hubbub though, it is time to get down to business. HHSBBQ is fairly new (since 2008), and it shows in some simple ways according to gf. They had an unfortunate tragedy at the start of their company with the tragic loss of a partner, which must have brought forth some hard times and difficult decisions. It appears that they have weathered those hard times well as they are set up nicely for catering with a massive Hottie Hawg's trailer (the "18 Squealer"... which is bad ass to say the least). They also have Hotties, and a Boss Hawg to boot<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">. I </span>believe that it is safe to say that catering is their strength. They have even landed a gig with The Lifetime Channel called "Catrering Wars".<br />
However, after watching the first episode, I think that someone needs to rethink this whole "Boss Hawg" bit. There is good publicity and then there is bad publicity. I hope that Boss Hawg telling a competing caterer that he was going to "put his boot up her ass" was not a bad publicity move.</div>
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Potato Salad ~ The Southern Sassy Chef likes no potato salad other than her own... except for HHSBBQ's! Holy crap! Dallas sacks the Falcon's in their own end-zone for a safety! 2 points!</div>
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Now what every warm blooded American is waiting for me to write about... Hottie Hawg's Hotties. The concept is tried and true ~ great food and hot women... in boots... and Daisy Dukes. OMG the "three B's" are BBQ, Beer, and Babes. Bluegrass should be in there too... but only on Thursdays.</div>
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This is a simple place. It smelled of smoking barbecue. What could really go wrong? Well, let's see; shall we?<br />
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1. I ordered a beer. The waitress hollered back to the kitchen "you can go ahead and give me that Mich Ultra again." She soon came by the table explaining that they were out of the beer that I had ordered. (I figure the beer had been mistakenly opened and then polished off by the cook.) Mind you that there is a convenience store right next door. I bet they had cold beer.<br />
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My keen eye noticed that the building was a refurbished Ryan's Family Steakhouse (I am good like that). They have done a mighty fine job, I might add. Anytime someone remodels a Ryan's and adds a full alcohol bar (to replace the food bars) they get extra brownie points. </div>
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There are images everywhere reminding us, and all of the international visitors, what Americana is all about.</div>
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Well, nice try. I do love what they have done to the building, but what I found out while dining here was what Americana used to be, and what it has become.</div>
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There is a big difference between a old fashion country breakfast and a calorie and carbohydrate overload. I was looking for the nurse's station with the defibrillator, but <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">unfortunately</span> I did not find it . They really should have one. I am being dead serious - no pun intended.</div>
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The above is biscuits and gravy. I also was looking for the calorie chart for this food. I did not find that either.</div>
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The pancake was loaded with blueberries and pecans which in and of themselves are healthy. It was served with butter (real I believe) and a disappointing syrup. Why destroy a pancake with a HFCS bombshell? I have a $5.00 bill on the bet that the pancake was made with a mix. </div>
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I did not taste, nor did I have a desire to taste the biscuits and hash/gravy/egg plate.</div>
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So, on International Drive the internationals (and Americans) can see the morphing of Americans. On the walls they can see the pictures of our hard working ancestors. But what is truly disturbing is the Americans that are actually devouring whole plates of this fat fare. These are today's real Americans. </div>
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What a waste. It is such a nice building. If they would cut the portion sizes in half they would have a real nice place. I know that breakfast fare has a low food cost, but this was just ridiculous.</div>
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Our server was off point and infrequent with his service. The food came out sporadically, but, hey, those things happen from time to time. Overall, for me, it is "Hash House a No No".</div>
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