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MISSING

SUSPECTS

Visiting American Professor last seen on the Champs-Elysees looking in the window of a shoe store. Suspects are known to frequent Hot Chocolate Kiosks and Janitorial Supply Stores. If seen contact parents immediately.

He's The Bomb!

Wednesday @ 1300 hours: I have to lay down my paint brush. If I don't CP will be prying it out of my "cold dead hand". I just continue to see more things that need a brightening up. The paint used in this condo was probably "Baptist Church Paint". That means it cost $10 for 5 gallons and then Jose and friends probably cut it with water. I'm getting pretty good with a brush and self-leveling quality paint. But I have to take a break now so the house doesn't smell like a chemical soup when the new in laws show up for Thanksgiving dinner.

I'm sorry I shamed the Kahuna into doing some home repairs. We were supposed to go to Savannah during this week but the Obama-Recession changed our plans. So you found one ant in a light fixture and your ready to throw the bomb. What kind of ant was it? My philosophy of old houses is the same as my philosophy of old cars, "don't fix anything until it starts to stink". Make sure your bomb isn't the flammable type. However, with real estate prices being what they are in the southern tier of New York, I would expect the flammable ones are all sold out. Do an Elmer Fudd, just go up in the attic and start shooting.

Speaking of odors, I realized what owning a Honda really means, and why they are so popular. When you're sitting at a stop light and you smell an odor you don't have a panic attack. Subconsciously you realize it's probably the car in front of you emitting the smell. Another change that Honda owners experience, is that when something doesn't work the problem is probably with me and not the car. I realize it's time to read the manual, because nothing ever breaks on a Honda. My trusty smeller did throw a code last week when I parked the Olds in the garage. I picked up on that telltale smell of antifreeze. Sure enough, the only hose I never changed (one that was a special metal pipe that snaked around the frame and firewall) had rusted out. I plan to keep my nasal code-reader at least until GM goes belly up.

Something To Believe In.

No, I'm not talking about Obama and his "three hundred prophets of Baal". I'm talking about paint that covers in one coat. This Kilz brand paint, sold at Wal-Mart may actually cover in one coat. You may have to buy an expensive roller-cover and be careful not to let the roller get dry and exert exactly five lbs. of constant pressure but it is possible.

I thought I managed to pull the "one coat" thing off but the next day I found holidays about halfway up the wall. I imagine this is the height where I swing the roller through its arc and I vary the pressure at this point. So, after much ridicule from CP, I gave a quick second coat. It's worth it to me not to look at the wall in three months and notice the old color peering through. The big roller is a breeze compared to the woodwork; which I assault with a cadre of brushes, sponges and mini-rollers. Kilz is still very good paint. It's much better than the Olympic brand from Lowe's, and it's cheaper.

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

I'm really basking in the glow of global warming; aka climate change, aka crapola. It was 16 degrees this morning. I was hoping to fence the patio in for Bo, but they can't pour the cement footers till it's 34 degrees.

On a lighter note, gasoline is $1.80/gal. This collapse in the oil market is ominous. The only business that's doing well is the Somali pirates. The reemergence of piracy was featured in Atlas Shrugged (circa 1957). The bail-out-mania that has swept Washington is just another collectivist tactic to reward failure. What Detroit needs to do is make a car that people want to buy at a competitive price. The U.S. auto industry is doing just fine in the south; it's only the Michigan/UAW auto industry that's failing. A trillion dollar bail out for Detroit would only sow the seeds for a second civil war. The first civil war wasn't only about slavery, it was about the north treating the south like a colony. All these fixes and bail outs and stimulus packages will only turn this recession into a full blown depression. The bright side is that we won't have to watch all these Christmas commercials for the Cadillac Escalade.

Ben's New Boss

Ben I'm moving your office to the basement!

Our Fast Learner

Actual number of practices about ten. This makes three tricks Bo can do. Not bad for a terrier with Asperger's Syndrome.

The Ultimate Degradation

Due to cut backs at work I have to carry this ridiculous thing into work everyday. A few months ago they took away our snacks (crackers and peanut butter). Then they took away our coffee and bottled water. Now they are taking away our break room and refrigerator. I used to bring my lunch in a bag every day. I would make one bag last about a month. I would bring the worn bag to CP who would inspect it to determine if it was no longer salvageable. In order to keep that yummy sandwich of mine cold I now have to use this insulated lunch box which I refer to as my "fag bag". I asked CP whether they were all sold out of the pink ones. Well, I'll start eating my lunch in my car like some migrant worker. When they take away the locker room I'll have to change my clothes in the woods. Just today they had a survey handed out to determine how the employees feel about Inatech; we had to pay 50 cents for the pencil to fill it out.

Terrorists' New Tactic

Terrorists' have a new tactic. They are going to start sexually harassing Israeli women. Judging by these Israeli women it seems doomed to fail. It looks like a whole country full of Sarah Palin's. How do I emigrate? Where do I apply for my Visa?

The Uncertainty of Uncertainty

The stock markets have reacted to the uncertainty of a "O" presidency with a dive. Like children diving under the bed when their drunk dad comes home, the whole investment community is scared. The pundits are already talking of "buyer's remorse". Like problem dogs in the Cesar Milan's pack they are full of negative energy; no one knows their position in the pack. No one knows the limits, the rules, or where their next meal is coming from. Onto this stage comes the "O" and his three hundred economic advisers (three hundred Prophets of Baal). Instead of letting the economy seek its own level and recover we have a parade of bail-outs. Don't they realize the problem is one of confidence? We no longer believe the state can fix anything. Our leaders are like men in a sinking boat poking holes in the bottom to let the water out.

I'm getting my "Who Is John Galt" bumper sticker. Anyone who voted for the "O" could not have read Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. The fact that the book is 1,400 pages puts it beyond the reach of 90% of those educated in the state schools and most of the voting public. John Galt's speech pretty well sums up the the futility and malignancy of socialism. However, our nation bought this "pig in a poke" and now we must sit back and watch our great nation sink into mediocrity. What's funny is that the British seem more aware that we have been scammed than we are ourselves; see Peter Hitchins' editorial.

In about a year, when those who drank the Kool-Aid realize that they have been deceived it will be important for the church to be there to help clean up the mess left behind. Perhaps this is the kick-off for the "great tribulation" and we have seven more years to endure. I take comfort knowing that God wasn't staying up late on Nov. 4th wondering which way Ohio would go, red or blue. This is an exciting time. It's a time like out of the Old Testament when Israel asked for a King and got Saul. It's like in the "Ten Commandments" when Charlton Heston said to Israel:

"STAND BACK AND SEE THE SALVATION OF YOUR GOD"

Babba's under a GAG order.

It seems that "Obama Derangement Disorder" is out of control on the job. We received a memo that we are not to talk about politics. After eight years of Bush bashing we must remain silent and just suck it in. It seems that a few of the employees have made the "Jefferson's TV Theme" their ring-tone and offended somebody. Babba's ring tone still remains "In A Godda Da Vitta". However, Babba did schedule one of his co-workers for ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) the day after the election. It seems no one is going to be able to criticize the "O" without having to be placed in a re-education camp. So I just have to walk around with my "O" face on giving sub-prime care.

We had a meeting on Thursday. It seems that the great "O", that friend of small business, will probably cause our fourteen person small business to cut back. The changes in the payroll tax that the "O" has proposed will cost our little group about $180,000. That's about equal to to one full time employee. I'm not sure how that will help me put gas in my car, food on my table, or pay my mortgage. I'll just have to cut back on vacations, eating out and movies. Sorry little guy, don't blame me. CP is not returning to the work force; if she makes anymore money this year we might become rich and the "O" will just redistribute what she makes. We will conserve, we will hunt, we will forage and grow our own food and fix our own vehicles. We will sit back on the porch and watch this disaster unfold; a country boy will survive!

Time To Blog

Do you think somehow this is CP's fault?



After two months we may finally be back in our bedroom. Tomorrow they come to shampoo the carpets and then all I have to do is paint the trim and we are done. I'm getting used to Ben's bed.

We had our first frost and a windy week that brought down most of the leaves. It's been freezing at night yet every afternoon is sunny and 68 degrees.

Gasoline is $2.35/gallon, if this is a recession bring it on. Early voting has been real heavy here. I don't think the Messiah is doing that hot out here in western N.C. There are many people voting for the first time. The fact that Nobama might win is scaring people to death.

Today, I stopped at the library at 6 am to drop off a book on my way to work. There were about 100 people lined up in the dark about an hour before the polls opened. I knew they were all McCain voters trying to vote before work. The Obama voters wake up about 3 pm when the mail comes. Well we got our guns and bibles ready, we are just waiting to see what Ohio does.