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Ladies

My son complained that he was having difficulty finding somebody nice to date. I told him to keep looking. I scared myself when I added “water seeks its own level”. I had turned into my father. But looking at the type of girl one sees on television today, I can see his point. Floosies abound. Also quoting my father giving advice to my myriad of female cousins, “If you dress like a whore, you’ll be treated like whore” has now been given new meaning. Which leads me to today’s topic, are there any “ladies” left in the world today, and if so, where are they? For many females today, their appearance, as well as their behavior, is abominable. Don’t they look in the mirror before they leave the house? I am tired at looking at butt cracks with tattoos, bare mid-drifts barely covering Tallahassee, bouncing bosoms in a grungy top over which flows stringy, dirty hair, bad makeup, and a worse attitude. I just have one thing to say, COVER UP. In this age where a guy is accused of sexual harassment

Buckeyes and Penguins

My family is an Ohio State family. My father, my wife, and my brother are all Ohio State grads. I remember when I was small, my father would drive to Columbus, pre-freeways on Route 62, to take us to the games. Ohio State wasn’t doing very well in those days, and often times, the stadium would only be ¾ full. Ferguson ALWAYS carried the ball. We would have brunch in the Ohio Union and watch the band at the skull session at St. John’s Arena. If the family was flush, we would stay at the Holiday Inn over night. It was a big deal. When I attended Ohio State beginning in 1970, I became addicted. My wife and I honeymooned on the 50 yard line of Ohio Stadium. We had 50 yard line seats for the Michigan game that year, and no wedding was going to get in the way. It turned out to be one of the best Michigan games I have ever seen. If I remember correctly, Ohio State won the game with 5 goal line stands against Michigan. They burned cars on High Street that night. After we graduated, we attended

Liquid Bombs

I was discussing with some friends the events in Great Britain this past week, and we wondered aloud how one would build a liquid bomb. I opined that the recipe could most likely be had on line, so I googled "liquid bomb ingredients". Here is the result: LIQUID BOMB 1 oz Vodka 1 oz Bacardi Limon Rum 2 oz Alize Gold Passion Liqueur 2 oz peach schnapps 3 oz cranberry juice 3 oz orange juice Pour the Alize, rum, schnapps, vodka into a old-fashion glass with ice. Add the juices to flavor. Mix well and enjoy. So there you have it. I wonder if it will become the drink "du jour". As Americans, we tend to see the humor in many things, even the tragic. But when we watched what happened in the UK this past week, were we seeing the evil that Islamic Fascism represents, or some abstract event? And then go out for dinner and a drink. Islamic Fascism is real, and horrible. It is fed overtly with our petro dollars by countries such as Iran and Syria. Hezbollah just didn't driv

The Neighbors

I recently took a walk around my neighborhood and discovered some different approaches as to how people perceive their homes. I am not quite sure what people think they see when they look at their house, but obviously it is not what I am seeing. My new neighbor down the street sees two lovely dogs now free to romp through the suburbs. I see two rottweilers who love to charge children and little dogs when walking past their house. They see nibby neighbors who are infringing on their enjoyment of their free wielding pets. I see the dog warden who has been out to their house twice already about local leash laws. The neighbor up the street from me sees a humanitarian effort to employ homeless people and convicted felons. I see a house whose landscaping has been torn up for the past 2 years with a bulldozer permanently installed in the front yard because the owner can’t get anyone to come in and finish the job his derelict crew couldn’t complete. He keeps promising to take care of the eyes