“Someone Died Over There”, the boy said.

It’s Friday and therefore it is time for my ramblings.

A True Story

 

 

I was walking my dogs over the weekend; I think it was in Saturday. I was taking them around the neighborhood rather than through the woods as I usually do, due to the mosquitoes. Anyway, I took them to Centennial Park. Centennial Park is one of those places with picnic tables, park benches, swings and such for the kids, and lots of grass. Anyway, as I walked towards the playground area, two young boys, probably of 7 or 8 years of age, came from the playground area. They were walking a German Shepard who was almost a big as them.

I said “Hi.”

One of the boys said, “Someone died over there.” He pointed to a young, small tree behind a small hill.

“Someone died?” I questioned? I began to get visions of a body lying on the ground, an old man or women who collapse while feeding the birds.

“Yeah, someone died, right there? ” Both boys were now pointing.

I began to follow them and it was only a matter of a few steps before I realized what they were talking about. The tree the two boys were pointing at has a plaque in front of it. It was dedicated to someone who had passed away. The park is filled with those. It seems every tree and bench is dedicated to someone.

I took a few moments to explain that it did not mean someone die in that spot, the tree was just a tribute to someone who was gone and missed. I don’t know if they understood.

I saw them again about fifteen minutes later and it appeared the dog was taking them for a walk.

SimpsonsRant

 

 

OK, I need to get this off my chest! Yes, I am going back a few years, back to the early 90s, but it is been on my find for 25 years and it is about time I said something, Listen and The Homerlisten good! Hey Herb Power, it is not Homer’s fault your car company went belly up! It was your own damn fault. What kind of a moron puts a guy like Homer in charge of designing a new car and doesn’t even check up one him. AND HERB, you own employees tried to tell you he was screwing up but did you listen? No, you were too busy enjoying Homers family (the family you are too much of a clown to get on your own).

It makes my physically sick to see Herb tell him he forgives him at the end of his second appearance on the show. Freakin’ Herb should be apologizing to Homer for putting Homer in the position. Seriously, does Homer Simpson look like the kind of person who should be designing an automobile?

I feel better.

Jeff On Nature

 

 

There was a video that someone reposted on Facebook the other day. It was of a large bird, like a crane, walking through a field. Suddenly the head of the beast quickly goes to the ground and pops back up with mole or shrew or mouse or something. It flies away with the little rodent in it beak, ready for a meal. Someone posted, “isn’t nature beautiful?”

I said, “not if you are the shrew”.

Nature is a cruel, violent place. Every animal is looking to eat other animals. They only care about themselves, selfish bastards. I once saw a eagle grab a fish out the Mississippi River. Think about it, that fish was just minding it’s own business, swimming through the cold waters of the United States biggest river when the huge claws of a Bald Eagle grabbed him. Suddenly the fish his up in the sky, suffocating! If it could think, it would be saying WTF! Does that eagle even think about the fish for a second. Hell no! And now that I think about it, that fish probably just ate another fish, so screw him as well.

And when birds sing their morning songs that everyone finds so beautiful, the are not singing but crying out for sex. It might sound wonderful, but it is really a desperate plea.

A Coyote can run over 40 MPH, while a Roadrunners speed in only 29 mph. So what’s the deal with the cartoon?

I’ve been having trouble sleeping again, but why do you care?
A Stripper

I wonder what ever came of this girl. It’s from a short film I found on Archive.org, She get naked

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