Saturday 10 May 2025 11:55:14 PM CST





Tuesday 6 May 2025 11:21:42 PM CST

That's a parody on Friends in Low Places and Idunno if the writer objected to being parodized. Reportedly Weird Al asks permission from the authors of the songs he does but dunno if P&B did. Weird Al is family-safe but P&B definitely isn't. I seem to remember them doing a sanitized album or maybe it was just a collection of their non-profane stuff. Stuff like Trailer Park Woman or Propane were fairly clean. Seen'em once in Memphis back in the day at a comedy club, we was up near the stage and they had people stuffed in there so close you couldn't get up until it was over. Worried about having one of them fires a lot that night and got a feeling they were probably in violation of some laws. They also did a parody of Highwayman but it wasn't as funny. Okey-dokey, what we got?

In Wynne they about to vote - the city council is - on whether to allow eating places to sell likker. The hard stuff that is, they already sell beer. There supposed to be a 3% sales tax on it so it'll probably pass. They say maybe there be more restaurants there but sadly the population is declining and that's not a good climate for business growth.

Also in Wynne somebody drove a car into a nails and tanning place at Ridgeview Shopping center. That's a strip mall off 64 by the Wal-Mart. Decent place, my automobile insurance agent is there. A Mexican restaurant that I don't remember if it is open or not. Smoke shop but it about all vape stuff and behind glass. Want tobacco hafta go to the counter and tell'em what you want and if it's Backwoods cigars they be doing good to have more' one or two flavors and even less likely they have the one you want.

That radio station in Jonestown that does some NPR/PBS stuff sez 50% of their programming would go away. And here the PBS people was saying taxpayer money was just a teeny-tiny part of their budget. In which case one must wonder why they're so determined to keep it. The Babylon Bee had - as usual - a hilarious comment.


OK sweetie.












Wednesday 7 May 2025 11:25:32 PM CST



I guess a lot of if not most people know that the James Bond novels were written by a guy with exposure to military and intelligence stuff. The Joe Gall books were written by a guy with some connections - he had a brother who worked for the CIA. He wrote a number of pretty realistic novels about a freelance operator who takes jobs for the U.S. government. Name is Joe Gall btw, so he doens't go up to hot cicks and say "My name is Gall. Joe Gall." Doesn't have the same ring, make you think of a disease or injury or gall bladders. Anyhow he don't hang out in casinos or five star hotels and I like Nick Carter has one or more... well there's over a hundred ways to say it and this is family safe.

The adventures are pretty gritty and down and dirty and stuff - getting buried up to his neck in sand and having honey poured over his head - and the bad guys get what's comin' to them in the end. Joe lives on a rural estate in Arkansas and has some tigers and likes Cutty Sark and hot women. I like hot women but don't like Cutty Sark or any other Scotch blended or otherwise. In the UK during my Air Force days they rationed American booze to four bottles a month of whiskey but you could get all the Scotch you wanted. I didn't want but there a few guys didn't drink - hard stuff anyway - and you could deal for their allocation.

All the books have 'Contract' in the title - seems the first couple had it added later. Can't find anything on him at Glorious Trash just now, may take a look later. Here's the list at Goodreads.

Had to do this just because. Was he doing like George Jones? At 11PM it's dark about everywhere around here lawn mowers ain't got taillights. Some got reflectors but if he was on the highway he shouldn't have been. And if they wasn't on the road what was the driver of the car doing? Not surprising the lawnmower was totaled.

What, Chris?

Butler County is where Poplar Bluff is, not far from here. Long way from St. Louis though and I'm guessing he didn't drive the lawnmower all that way. Never know though in Misery.

The state senator from Craighead County and that area was at a town hall there. I googled him and read his bio on the Arkansas Senate website. Didn't say anything about his tenure as CEO of the defunct Ascent Children's Health Services outfit when this happened. He says all the right things and gets behind the right things and some some there wasn't happy. On acccount of the DEI stuff it seems. I told you he gets beind the right stuff. As Jonestown grew it got more and more of the kind of people that kick up about stuff like that.












Thursday 8 May 2025 10:15:43 PM CST

Not much action on Race Street in Jonesboro lately but had a little shootin' the other day. For those who you aren't familiar with Jonestown when Race Street is in the news it's just a part of Race Street from the road formerly known as Stadium Boulevard but now known official as Red Wolf Boulevard. From RWB it goes a mile or so west to a railroad track where Nettleton is. East it runs across town and there's mostly businesses. Where it crosses RWB there's a Tractor Supply on one side (they need a new one as big as the nice new one in Paragould) and a Sonic on the other side. Had a extralong cheese coney there a lot of times back when I used to eat a lot of stuff I didn't ought to be eatin. Any the victim of that non-fatal shooting was described as a teen. Pretty sure his folks were productive citizens and had jobs and insurance will take care of the hospital bills.

KAIT commented that KJNB would have an uncertain future because government reform. I suspect the future is certain - no more of taxpayers paying to be lied to and slandered. It may be that KAIT's future is less certain as TV like newspapers is goin' away. I just took a peek at their personnel - the "our team" page - and they got two anchors and two reporters and two anchor/reporters. Three meteorologists and a sports anchor and a sports directory. It's been a while since I checked so dunno if that's fewer - seems like they may have had more sports people. Anyway as long as the local car dealers and grocery stores and such buy commercials they'll keep on trucking. If I was a young person I wouldn't be going in to that business.












Friday 9 May 2025 09:52:13 PM CST

If I was going to steal stuff lawn stuff wouldn't be my first thought. Stuff's expensive to be sure - I was thinking about a new big lawn tractor, one of them big Husqvarna 54" jobs for the front yard but the one I wanted was over 6K. Kubota makes one with a diesel engine and four-wheel-drive and power steering and all for twice that but it'll do the job in half the time and last at least twice as long. Trying to think of an excuse to buy one but today I bought a BX1880 and being kinda tight sometimes I may have to do some more persuading. Whiskey of the day is Dickel 12-year. A little north of 40 bucks for a half gallon (1.75 liters actually) but a longtime favorite. Dunno how four mowers from Lowes is 100K so probably that wasn't the whole story. They got some zero-turns run maybe 5K or so.

Robbing a Wal-Mart vision center seems kinda weird and stealing glasses generally. Expensive frame maybe? One of my siblings wears fancy glasses and got some high-dollar frames. I ain't worn glasses since I had cataract surgery when I was about 50. Fixes the problem but you need reading glasses unless you the get the fancy surgery. I'm good with reading glasses, ever once in a while when I'm in Dollar Tree I pick up a couple pairs and some sunglasses if they got the aviators. Got a couple dozen pair of them and probably don't need to continue. Anyhow these folks was from Memphis. Dunno why they hit Paragould instead of Jonestown but Jonestown gets hit by Memphian criminals pretty regular too.


I believe I know how to watch it. On teevee or the interwebs, or the interwebs over the teevee. No, I guess they tellin' people what to be thinking about it, maybe hot to interpret or understant or something. That's what NPR and them types to, tell you what to think. Could say what I'm wondering about but might offend somebody.

Are only black people affected by some things? Things like giving taxpayer money to people? Not white people, brown people, whatever other color people there are. Or Asian or Native American of Hispanic or whatever. If it is only black people that are affected why is that?

A study found that "fossil fuel" companies caused 28 trillion dollars in climate damage. Presumably somebody knows how much the climate is worth and how much less it's worth now. Something like that. How'd fossil fuel come to be. All them dinosaurs went somewhere and died in the same place for millions of years like the elephant graveyard like the in the Arab Nights? Or is that still how we got oil? Never can tell with these folks.












Saturday 10 May 2025 10:22:59 PM CST

Seems the young fellow what got shot in the Race Street area also got robbed. Apparently he was robbed and then shot in the same incident and not somebody robbed him and they somebody else shot him. Never can tell the way they write this stuff. Did I mention that....

What, Chris?

Chris says don't go there. Dunno why he thought I was. I may get to the Memphis police thing tomorrow when I've done some more research. The editorial section of the Jonestown paper had another climate fantasy. Funny how that CBS thing up there said 28 trillion. Of course we were supposed to be underwater a few years ago. Why do people write that garbage? Mental illness?


























































I made quite a splash I hacked and i slashed My way to the top of page one The cops even checked But they didn't suspect I was carving up fellers for fun Yes, i never thought I'd finally get caught I hope that they all rest in peace 'cause i'm locked away What more can i say 'cept what i told the police Aw, i've got friends in crawl spaces I've got arms and legs and a few faces Stashed all around In different parts of town Well i met 'em in bars on a friendly basis Now i got 'em in jars and flower vases Oh, i've got friends In crawl spaces

Sarah Fletcher opened here eyes as the darkness began to recede, replaced by the green tint which indicated the second moon was overhead, three hours or so from settling in the northeast. At this time of year the setting of the second moon would nearly coincide with sunrise. She looked at the clock. 0528. Myles had left some time earlier - she barely awakened, and almost immediately fell asleep again. She sometimes wondered about his odd comings and goings, but never asked. Neither of them could explain the relationship, and didn't want to ruin it by trying to change it. "And quite frankly, Sarah Jessica Fletcher", she thought, "you're too damned lazy to think about much of anything most days." She wriggled lazily on the bed for a few more moments, enjoying for a while longer the place she would be leaving, and return engagements were not all that predictable. The smells of the bedroom - his earthy, leathery cologne, tobacco, the barber shop smell of his beard conditioner, her own perfume and hair spray, and the reminder of their intense lovemaking from the night before. Reluctant to leave but knowing Myles would likely be gone for a while, she finally got up. On the bedroom wall a row of five mirrors, each about three feet wide and the full height of the wall, reflected her athletic body - willowy, Myles called her. At five feet and eight inches, she was just a couple of inches shorter than him. She knew she was beautiful, and was quite aware of the effect she had on men. She was, after all, an intelligent woman, even if a substantial inherited fortune allowed her to live a life of idle pleasure, free from most ordinary worries. The only thing even remotely troubling was the upcoming thirtieth birthday, just a couple of months away. "So," she asked herself, "will you have started to do something useful with your life by then? Or even thought about it a little?" Those thoughts had always induced a small twinge of guilt, more so when she had been spending time with Myles. She didn't know what her brother did with his time, but he had for most of their adult lives seemed more serious than her, and recently seemed to sometimes be preoccupied with serious thoughts. She didn't know if he would ever talk about it, or how she would react if he did. She and Myles had been very close all their lives, but it did seem that as they grew older parts of their personal lives had become less accessible to each other. Not that either of them hid anything, but neither asked what the other did when they weren't together. The bedroom was quite large, but then so was the house. On the side of the room across from the bed was a small bar, with a small table and a couple of chairs nearby. Over the back of one a double shoulder holster rig was hanging, with a .45 auto pistol in each holster. A belt pouch with two magazines lay on the table. There was a faint smell of oil, from the guns, she knew. Myles had a lot of guns, and while she knew it was normal for men to own guns, sometimes many of them, she wondered what her brother's motivation was. He often was armed, whether at home or in public. South Kansas required no license to carry weapons, concealed or openly. Still, she noticed, he avoided carrying them publicly when the weather was too warm for clothing that would conceal them. Their father had exposed them to firearms at an early age, and Sarah was comfortable handling them, and a relatively competent shooter. She probably wouldn't be, though, she thought, if Myles did not insist on regular practice. He had built a shooting range in a hilly area on he estate, Whenever she visited they practiced shooting, mostly with handguns but with shotguns and rifles as well. He told her she should know how defend herself, as women living or traveling alone were often targets of criminals. That made sense, but she was troubled by even thinking about violence of any kind. Along with the other arms on the table were a couple of long-barreled derringers, with holsters designed to be tucked into the top of a boot, or perhaps thrust into a waistband. The half trigger guard and the position of the triggers suggested they were double action - unusual for derringers. The knives disturbed her more, though. One was a dagger, looking something like the ones she had seen carried by commandos in war films. With a blade about six inches long and a leather-wrapped handle, it looked menacing just lying on the table. She picked it up, finding it heavier than expected. It was black and cold, worn as if from much use. The other knife looked more like a hunting knife, with a single-edged blade and a handle that appeared to be made of bone, or perhaps animal horn or antler. It at least looked more like a tool than a weapon. Sarah wondered why Myles had so many weapons. He was a quiet and gentle person, always courteous to anyone he met. A perfect gentleman, as people said. Still, she felt somewhat uneasy looking at the weapons. She replaced the dagger on the table and turned away, trying to relax her mind. It's time to go, she thought. She put on the shirt he had worn the day before - khaki, long sleeves, two pockets with button flaps, epaulets. Like part of a military uniform. He wore the same shirts all the time, along with plain heavy-duty western-style jeans. He had a dozen or so pairs of identical hiking shoes for daily wear, only occasionally replaced by sneakers or sometimes boots. Headgear was baseball caps, normally dark blue, but sometimes lighter shades, and on occasion other colors altogether. In cold weather a MA-20 flight jacket, usually the sage green of the Air Force uniform, completed the outfit. Sarah enjoyed wearing his shirts, and when visiting him usually wore them and not much else. They too carried the familiar reminder of his presence, and she often wore one home, and probably would do so today. He had literally dozens, so it was all right if a few of them spent some time at her house occasionally. She never wore them when one of her other companions was visiting, or even left them where they would be seen. When she was alone she would wear them and think about when she would see Myles again. "Well, all good things must come to and end," she thought. Time to get going. A toaster pastry and cup of black coffee, followed by a shower, tooth brushing and the other morning rituals, she dressed in her favorite outfit of jeans and golf shirt, with Myles' shirt, unbuttoned and with sleeves rolled up, over it. After packing her bags, she descended to ground level and went out to the garage. The only vehicle missing was a minivan - one of what Myles described as his 'stealth vehicles'. She wondered what he was up to, and how long we would be gone. She tossed the bags onto the back seat of her Bonneville, over twenty years old but impeccably restored to its original condition by some of her brother's associates. Well, not restored, he had told her. Reconditioned, with some upgrades. It was frighteningly fast, she knew. Myles had raced sports cars for a while before he became too busy, and took her for a ride on a racetrack after he was finished with it. Sarah didn't scare easily and trusted him completely, but the ride had definitely accelerated her heartbeat for a while. She didn't drive fast, partly because it wasn't her nature to be in a hurry about much of anything, and in part because Myles had advised her not to attract the attention of the police. Too many bad things can happen, he told her, even if not intended. Avoiding them was always the best policy. She got in and started the engine, and as she did the garage door behind her opened. She backed out, stopping just outside and lowering the window to talk to the two men who had been waiting outside. "Good morning, Miss Fletcher" the younger one said. A nice-looking young man she know only as Steve, friendly and good-natured but with a steely layer of toughness just beneath the pleasant personality. The older man was just that, an older version of Steve. Both were former military men, and Frank, the older one, was a retired soldier who had probably seen more wars than any man should. She knew he had been involved in the more than twenty years of warfare in the east, and that it it had been at times even more unpleasant than most wars. Still, he had the same cheerful demeanor as Steve, and always seemed happy to see her. "Hi Steve," she said waving to him as he stood back a few steps from the car. Frank had walked up to the window and leaned over. "Morning, Sarah", he said. "Hi Frank, how are you?" she asked. "Not bad for a an old cripple", he replied, grinning. "You have a safe trip now." "Will do, Frank. See you guys later." As she drove away it occurred to her that her brother's retainers must at least suspect, if not know, what their relationship was, and it didn't seem to bother them. She knew that among her friends such sibling relationships were not uncommon, but most of them seemed to die out with the arrival of adulthood and marriage. Perhaps the fact that neither she nor Myles had ever married, or even settled on a single partner in a serious way, had something to do with it. More likely, she thought, it was the loss of their parents so early in their lives. She was just sixteen, and Myles thirteen, when their mother died. Their father lived just seven years after that, and she and Myles had found themselves drawn together even more than usual, and their affair began while staying at their parents' house just a few days after the funeral. They were both fairly drunk, but neither of them exactly recoiled in horror the next morning. Alone for the first time, they had sought comfort in the most readily available place. And the affair continued, without either of them over-analyzing it. It wouldn't do to be having children, she thought, and in any case she was getting old for that, even if she found someone she wanted to do it with. But, she wondered, what if Myles wanted a family? They both had other lovers - not all of hers were men - but had never abandoned their own affair. Could they, she wondered. Could she see Myles married to another woman, having children? Her mood darkened slightly, and she wondered if she had somehow let her life go out of control, and if it could be fixed. You think too much, she told herself. Or maybe, she thought, not enough, or about the wrong things. Wondering what was causing her sudden excess of introspection, she focused on watching the thirty or so miles of Highway 193 unroll before her. Nothing but fields and pastures, with an occasional farmhouse, a couple of small towns without even a stop sign, between her Myles' house and her place in Springdale. The way it had been for generations, but even at her age she could see that the world was changing fast, and wondered how long these idyllic places would remain.

Remo Williams 1 hour ago When a midwit thinks he is being insanely clever. Defunding NPR and VOA and the other propaganda outlets has nothing to do with the amount of money - it's to stop making taxpayers pay to be lied to. That's the biz sweetheart. Rosetta Stoned 1 hour ago Surely he isn't dumb enough to get that but how must it feel to be in that little mind attacking the richest man in the world who among other things built the most successful space program - government or private - and a few other things like making EVs actually practical. Fanaticism consists in redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim. ~ George Santayana Dotar Sojat 1 hour ago Elon was all good for the lefties until he took the Twitter toy away from them and now he's defunding their government operations. I am a citizen of two worlds; Captain John Carter of Virginia, Prince of the House of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium Penultimate Warrior 1 hour ago I expect he understands it quite well but what else does have? These clowns are unarmed in the battle of wits. 🤣 Burn the bridge behind you, leave no retreat. There's only one way home. Tarl Cabot 51 minutes ago Not only unarmed but like the Black Knight with no limbs left. 😁 When the law no longer protects you from the corrupt, but protects the corrupt from you - you know your nation is doomed. ~ Ayn Rand