I’ve been off line since Thursday, April 30th. I moved and got one day service from Dish for my satellite TV. I also got the tour of “hell on earth – cable providers” from Comcast. This multi-national gloamer (The twilight threshold to eternal darkness) of the cable television / internet service industry, is the 21st century’s version of the bottomless pit. Get your star hitched to this comet and you will experience first hand what unbridled imbecility can do for you - - - All the while taking your money while damaging your cerebral capacity for patience. In my journey, I had verbal intercourse with Bangladesh, Delhi, and some other places that it was impossible to identify because the phone room workers were not required to speak or understand English.
I called customer service (Ha, Ha, Hardi Hah!) so many times that I got the same person I’d initially had intelligible words with five days previous. Imagine what the odds against that could be?
What is utterly amazing here, is how so many of us fools will put up with this abuse. It is as much an enigma as the phenomenon of readers who visit this blog multiple times a week even though they HATE what I say! ? ? ? ? ? See comments below.
By the way, even though I didn’t publish last week my daily visits only dropped 10 percent. Which proves that my fans like me so much they will read and reread High Road commentary, probably searching for the equivalent of hidden lyrics such as with the rock & roll classic mystery, Louie Louie.
Singer Jack Ely of the Kingsmen made “Louie Louie” one of the biggest hits of the 20th century. He passed away on Tuesday, the 28th at 71. He did not reveal the garbled up lyrics that remain to this day the most musically mysterious verses of our time. The 1962 song was so misunderstood that the FBI investigated trying to discover if the song was obscene. Even now, fifty three years later, any musical gathering across the United States will not fail to acknowledge the perpetual popularity of “Louie Louie” when played today. Thank you Jack Ely and the Kingsmen.
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Sunshine State Brain Trust Has Brain Fart
The newly appointed director of the Florida DEP wants to turn over substantial portions of our state parks to private cattle operations. The overall economic impact attributable to the state park’s system is over 2.1 billion dollars a year generated by 27 million visitors.
The state parks actually belong to the people of Florida. Their use is obvious and their benefit is also. They are the last bastions of natural Florida. The recently retired historian of the Florida Park Service, Philip A. Werndli, stated that the “parks were for the perpetual preservation of unique portions of original, natural Florida.” Original Parks Director, Lewis Scoggin said, “Parks have been designed to give something to the people of Florida and to our guests that money cannot buy.”
This is one of Governor Scott’s gambits to reward big time Ag supporters by exploiting a state owned asset for the benefit of private industry. Any dumb bell can see that these leases couldn’t begin to approach the economic value of the parks system, nor logically make sense to the taxpayers of the state who are being slapped in the face by government puppets.
The legislature has passed the bill in the House favoring this scheme and the bill in the Senate is still in committee. The legislature has adjourned without completing the state budget so they will return. And if we don’t make a stink about this matter, they will hijack the Florida Parks System.
President? Who's On First?
Well, now the political promotion game of musical chairs has started. Weekly, unnamed sources will be revealing all kinds of positive events supporting one candidate or another’s increased chances of winning the presidential nomination. These and other ploys are what millions in campaign collections buy. This is smoke and mirrors by the best magicians.
There are a few certainties. One of my favorites is Cuba. The Democrats have laid claim, rightfully so, on new real relations with our island neighbor. After fifty years of losing nearly everything but the Castro brothers and the last rusty Mig sitting in a hangar on flat tires, the Cuban government does not want to lose its wrinkled up face. But, the country, its people, and its future are ripe for change. Canadians and Europeans have been investing quietly in Cuba for the last five years or longer. They have brought a small degree of actual tourism. And private enterprise has germinated overnight to accommodate this desperately needed influx of free world cash. When the first container ship full of American goods hits Mariel harbor the flash of change will be brilliant.
Almost all conservative candidates, including Rubio, and with the possible long shot exception of Jeb Bush, will be unequivocally against lifting the dumbargo. And as a result Hillary will have a bang up time with Cuban freedom. For her image’s sake, she’s going to need a few “hot button” issues to hedge against her “zero for a hundred” actual accomplishments. As our country wallows in its new age, liberal, feel good, delusion, the newest fad trend is a woman for president. This bunch doesn’t care what she’s done, or hasn’t. As long as she has the female physical characteristics, and the ability to wave and smile, she’s the proletariat’s choice. . . But, on the bright side, head and shoulders above Hillary, is the ex-chair of Hewlett Packard, Carly Fiorina who declared right behind Dr. Carson. Now there's a good ole American race, if I ever saw one.
Best Political News To Date
Dr. Ben Carson is officially in the race. Stay tuned. You just might see good triumph over evil.
Some time ago, I accidentally picked up on something that I had never before been able to prove actually existed. During a public meeting a person referred to it as the answer to a question regarding the veracity of what he had just said. This was a poignant moment, deep and mysterious. Like others in the room, I was disturbed, to say the least.
The following day I started an internet search and low and behold, I cracked one of the best kept secrets in the “loco” universe. THE GRAPEVINE is real. It is a cosmic network of immeasurable dimension. It is subdivided into cells that can be so small as to include only two beings. It is the accelerant of the international liar’s clubs. And it is possessed of a treasured power. It turns the most insignificant truths into enormous lies. It gives birth to the immodest, and the grandiose, of made-up bullshit.
Now I am on the trail of another enigmatic development. This is completely different than the ageless grapevine. However, there is a subtle interdependent connection. Again, probably cosmic, too. (As in, out of this world). This was easier to identify. First of all it was a TV situation, that at best was a reach re: the word’s real definition. IT is the “fringe”. Often known as the “fringe element”. The “Fringe” is alive and well here and abroad. “Apart from the mainstream,” pretty much covers it. In this case it revolves around this blog.
This collection of thoughts, words, ideas, rejoinder, and opinion only has meaning if you read its collective delivery. This is a blog. You have to come to it purposefully. It is not a radio show. Not a test. Not something annoyingly unavoidable (like a boom box at 1AM every night) or a dissertation that you have to pay, or be ticketed for, to imbibe.
I’ve touched on this before, more than once.. You know, I don’t have a large audience, so I find the existence of a fringe element of any count quite unusual. I wonder why, certain disgruntled readers return repeatedly, e:mail their dissatisfaction each time, and do this of their own free will? Or – Ahah! They can’t help themselves jettison the compulsion. Like a psychosis or an addiction? Don’t you think that this is absurd? Why would anyone of sound mind (?) who has the capacity to recognize something about a body of written work that annoys, ne: aggravates the hell out of them, exercise their ability to freely choose, and come back over, and over, and over, again? ? Seems to me that it would be less trouble and less stressful to hire an S & M prostitute to come and beat the hell out of you than dick around with a head full of demons week in and week out.
Thank you faithful readers.
For the other three - - - Right back at you!