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No Bill, some kid pulled out in front of me last summer and trashed that car, breaking my sternum as well, making the insurance settlement that much more lucrative, which I negotiated myself (I HATE insurance adjusters) so I found a cute little '98 Boxster, dark blue, matching factory hardtop, cherry, 65K miles, clutch/rear main seal 20K ago, perfect, until a marmot chewed on my wiring harness; now I get Check Engine lights, but I fixed the basic problems, relocated the marmot, and she purrs again. Prettiest car in town, or so I hear. And she drives better than she looks. The only place the 944 was better was at the rest area. This thing is a BITCH to sleep in.
Why, you need to go somewhere? Let's go!!
I beg to differ with you, Ken. As much as I abhor links, I enclose the following to illustrate how the unemployment rate has DROPPED significantly and continually, under Obama -- this from the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics --
As with the Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, all subsequent arguments are tainted. I'll leave GDP to the Google Gurus.
Now off to work. Have a great day Ken!!
Hilary will prevail under the "Choice of Evils" doctrine.
Welcome back, Sophie!! Here and there. Finally, some cheer returns to these dreary pages.
There's another saying: You can never go home. I don't even know where that is. I envy people who grew up in one place, and still have childhood friends and neighbors. Dad was a contractor with itchy feet, always chasing another opportunity, so we moved a lot. By the time I graduated high school, we had lived in eight different cities, and I had attended six schools. Then I enlisted in the service, hardly more stable. I can't even count the towns and States now.
Yet I always seem to float back here, after my latest misadventure. Is this it? I dunno. My most recent lark took me to southwest Colorado, Dolores, ultimately. Pretty country, and warmer than here... but I didn't KNOW anybody. I make friends easily, but it was like starting over -- AGAIN. The new kid in town. I didn't know all the local tricks, the shortcuts, where the best deals were and when... so it sure felt good to get back here, where you can't swing a dead cat without hitting somebody I've offended.
So welcome home!! Maybe some day we'll figure out where that is.
Make that electricity all by yourself, did you Allen? No, you were well-paid to be a little cog in a big wheel. Did you build the roads and infrastructure you use every day? No again, you count on the efforts of others. Others who pay taxes, just like yourself, to realize the benefits of these amenities. And including the recipients of these services -- taxpayers like yourself. Nobody escapes taxes. What makes you special?
Ever have a drink, Allen? My hunch says yes. Ever get drunk, Allen? If so, you have ZERO room to criticize. Alcohol will kill you faster than anything. It has also been known to engender acute myopia.
Tracy -- Take it to a jury. If it's just corporal punishment, no Moffat County jury will convict. You are ultimately responsible for your brats. Jurors might have been spanked at some point themselves. (assuming that's the case, no weapons or anything, Pilot being circumspect as usual)
I spanked somebody else's brat at a party once, and ended up defending myself, twice, in Routt County (the second time with the capable assistance of an unnamed retired PD) and both times, the jury refused to convict. I had been thrust into the position by an irresponsible (drunk) parent. They should have done the spanking. My peers agreed with me.
Don't sweat it, though you might have to find work elsewhere.
Perhaps Allen would share with us, what contributions to society he has made, above the absolute minimum, which buy him the right to be so self-righteous, condescending, and judgmental.
5:32 a.m., 4:02p.m., 4:52 p.m., 5:18 p.m., 5:45 p.m., 6:19 p.m.: You all need real lives, and should not be allowed cell phones.
Tony Connell sure is making the most out of his ride, eh? From preferred concert seating to ski passes bought by us, only the best for Tony. That guy represents everything reprehensible about politicians -- and I'll bet this town elects him again. You get what you deserve.
We're just old dogs, howling at the moon, Bill. Our quaint little town is gone. The money is here to stay. Get on board, or move to Montana, like many of my friends.
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