Monsoon Wedding

Mexican Havahart Trap

This Plexiglas booth is used to allow workers to work in the O.R. without creating a lot of dust. It rolls around from spot to spot and has a bellows like thing on the top that cranks up to make a flush seal against the ceiling. Last week, to my surprise, I came out of the O.R. and saw two Mexican construction workers in this box. Even with 10% unemployment, the contractors exclusively hire illegals. My first thought upon seing this was "we got two Mexicans in a box". Then I remembered my old Havahart Trap which I used to catch raccoons and cats when I had pigeons.

I thought about calling the I.N.S. but I was afraid they would just put them in a burlap sack and drop them off in the next town like I did with the cats.

GM R.I.P.

GM is dead! Obama can pump thirty billion a year into the corpse, but in the end all we will have is another Amtrak. We were a Chevy family. I had three cousins that were mechanics at Soundview Chevrolet in New Rochelle, N.Y. My first car was a 1953 Chevrolet Bel-Air. Later I inherited my father's 64 Chevrolet Impala. Then I owned a 73 Oldsmobile Delta 88, 94 Delta 88, a 98 Dodge Ram 1500 and now I drive a 93 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. I also had an array of foreign cars (Citroen, Fiat, V.W.,Toyota, Honda and Subaru). I think I lucked out because all the American cars I've owned have been good. I think I missed out on Detroit's true lemons. I had cousins at Chevy that warned me about the Corvair.

This is a sentinel event. The UAW, Environmental Socialists and loony Global Warming hysterics have killed the greatest company on Earth. GM isn't really dead; it's in a federally subsidized coma. I remember the skies over Gary Indiana lit up from United States Steel; I remember when this country made things.

God bless the Bolsheviks - They're smarter than us!

Check out this article from Pravda.



Even the Russians are smarter than us.

Quilt Contest

This is CP's quilt which I recently hung up in our living room. She used my favorite colors, red and black. It is beautiful.

This is my quilt, also red and black. I don't think I'll hang this one up.

This is a genuine Nazi flag. Like all things German the quality is top drawer. My mother's first husband brought this back from Germany. He was a Jew and was selected to be part of the liberation of the death camps. The flag is in very good shape. On V-E Day my mother brought the flag to the celebration at Times Square. There the flag was laid in the gutter for people to walk on. The age of fascism has faded, yet I can hold this souvenir in my hand and remember that sixty-four years ago over twenty millon people perished under this banner. No, this banner of death will go back in the safe. I prefer to hang up the sofa-size painting of the Dogs Playing Poker across from C.P.'s gorgeous quilt.

He's Back

Give me a break! It's been almost a year since BO had blog post.

In my politically incorrect room.

CP discovered this picture of my boyhood bedroom. Now I count a total of twelve guns. The long horn antlers above the bed with my Davy Crockett coon skin cap would really make P.E.T.A.'s day. How about that Conestoga Wagon on my nightstand, a little reminder of how the evil white man stole the Indian's land. My Tom Tom for when I played Cowboys and Indians. On the floor is my record player with it's assortment of patriotic songs e.g. "The Battle of New Orleans", "Big John" and the "Davy Crockett" theme song. If you look close you can see my "3-D Viewfinder" and my Hardy Boys novels. You just don't see kids with scrapbooks or doing Venus-Paint-By-Number anymore. Not an i-Pod to be seen anywhere. Like me, my old room probably belongs in a museum.