Sunday, August 13, 2017

I STOLE THIS FROM LEEANNA'S BLOG





If you aren't tuned into Leeanna's blog:
CAN WE HAVE A NEW WITCH OURS MELTED 
you are missing a good time.








Leanna posted this last week and I am passing it on - she did another one today - check it out.

Older ladies are the best!
the Ol'Buzzard







Saturday, August 12, 2017

BELLICOSE TRUMP







News commentators are constantly proclaiming that Trump is erratic, but he has surrounded himself with excellent advisors by having selected military generals for critical positions. 

The problem with Trump and his bellicose statements is that he is surrounded by military generals. 

If you ask a any career Marine brass how to deal with an international problem, his first answer will always be ‘send in the Marines.’

Military men are trained to see military solutions and to be forceful and bellicose in the face of enemies.  

Trump is a todie hanging out with the big guys and trying to sound like one of them.   He needs to be surrounded by diplomats, not generals.

We are in a dangerous position when we have military Generals advising the President on North Korea diplomacy.  







the Ol’Buzzard

Friday, August 11, 2017

A DAY OF INFAMY



August 11, 1945 - One week after dropping a nuclear bomb on Hiroshima, Japan and killing 140,000 men, women and children, the United States dropped a second nuclear bomb on Nagasaki killing an additional 70,000 human beings.
   
The attack on the twin towers pales in comparison.






the Ol'Buzzard

Thursday, August 10, 2017

FIRE AND FURY








LIKE THE WORLD HAS NEVER KNOWN!




There have been five major extinctions charted through the geological record.   That the sixth extinction awaits somewhere in the future is not a question but fact.   Whether that event results from an asteroid impacting the earth or the moon; or the sun boiling away our atmosphere leaving the earth like its sister planet Mars; or a cataclysmic volcanic event…    The question is not if, but when and how. 

There is a new scenario to add to the mix.    3.2 million years ago, a creature came down from the trees and found it could grasp a stick in its tactile hands and beat the brains out of other animals and creatures like itself. 

The 1.6% genetic difference between human and its closest relative in the great ape family allowed development of a creature that has been able to bring most animal groups to the verge of extinction, destroy the rain forest, pollute the rivers and lakes and oceans of the world and contaminate the very air that sustains life on earth.

The earth was able to adjust to man’s destruction for 3 million years.   Then in the early 1900’s, only 100 years ago, the population of man exceeded one billion: thirty years later two billion, thirty years later four billion… five billion, six billion, seven billion; and by 2050 the world human population is charted to reach nine billion.    The ability of the earth to support the consumption of food, water and natural resources required by this human virus is finite.

Only seventy years ago, in the 1940’s man traded the stick in his hand for a nuclear bomb.  Now instantaneous mass destruction brought on by human error or madness is possible.  

For sixty years the sanest among the race have held the reigns on nuclear destruction while building a nuclear arsenal capable of destroying the entire earth seven times over.   

The fear has always been that at some point in the future this power would fall into the hands of a person or persons unstable enough to pull the trigger: fire and fury like the world has never seen.

Seventy-two years later, on the anniversary of the destruction of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, we have two psychotic narcissists being goaded by their minions to unleash Shiva the destroyer of worlds – not understanding that the world they will destroy is their own.

























Sunday, August 6, 2017

WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE





DAMN THAT HURTS!

This morning I smashed my toes into the base of my Total Gym and they hurt like hell.

I missed my chance of being an entrepreneur millionaire.  

Back in the early 1960 I was on a flight crew that flew into Greece.    Many of the flight crew members bought worry beads to hang on their flight jackets. 




When we returned home to Maine it was hunting season and while out hunting I came across a pile of moose poop.   Realizing they were about the same size as worry beads I scooped up a pocket full, later dipped them in acrylic and made a set of moose turd worry beads for my flight jacket.  I also made a set of moose turd earrings for a young woman I knew (I have always had class.)  





Ten years later, I happened to be in L.L. Beans and found they were selling moose pearl swizzle sticks and other moose turd items.  Now they are sold everywhere.



I had missed my chance at fame and fortune.

Now I have another brilliant idea for a product; but being in my seventies and having not kept up with electronic innovations I will offer the idea for free to any young entrepreneur that is looking to make their first million.

Background:
My wife and I live in a small cabin.   I am a good size man: six feet, topping two-hundred pounds and wear size 14 shoes ( I have big feet.)    As we have carpeting my wife doesn’t like me coming into the house wearing my boots or street shoes, so I usually walk around in my sock feet.   This means that I inevitably end up smashing my poor toes into furniture, steps, walls or the hearth of the wood stove.  

So here is my suggestion:
Make a pair of socks with the toe made of light sensitive material. 

A small chip can be added that can make the light sensitive sock perform like the motion light at your front door.

When the toe of the sock moves within 500 centimeters toward an obstruction the chip can activate a toe airbag the same way the airbags work in our cars.

As I am not able to develop this remarkable million-dollar opportunity I encourage some young entrepreneur to patent this idea and run with it.  

However, if you would have me as a loyal customer – you had best hurry.

You’re welcome

the Ol’Buzzard