Thoughts of a Common Man

Kathy is continuing to recover and truth be told, it’s been a long 9 days. Everything out of routine. A lot of, “Can you….?” But all things considered, it’s going well. Kathy was adamant about me getting out to chase around the golf ball, and we set up her friend stying with her so I could play with Sam and a couple of his buddies. It was hot out there, but we had a lot of fun, and hitting the ball felt great. Two of the golfers are just starting out. There were some wild shots. The cart was plunked at least three times. Lot of laughs. Returned home and back to house duties, but also noticed the lawn was in need of mowing. Waited until it cooled off a little, or so I thought, but we played mowing football and by the end, I was wearing down. Tired. The kind of tired that feels good, as the day winds down, but then the fireworks started, and Ollie thought we were under attack. It’s crazy to me that every July every neighborhood turns into what used to be handled at the town park when we ...

1). The criminal turd in the oval Office made $1.6 billion last year in his crypto scam, and his cult shrugs it off by either yelling, “like Nancy Pelosi?” Or saying “He doesn’t take his salary!” Infuriating. 2). The celebration of 250 years on a national level is a bust, and it’s due to more incompetence. Years ago, the man who was president set up a committee to ensure that the celebration would be worthy of our history. Don Snoreleone disbanded that committee and took the money for that - now we have the two-bit carnival that no one is going to, and his bloated pockets are filled with our money. The highlight being he will speak in 107 degree weather and give us his weight-lifter bullshit, cry about the 2020 election, and pretend he isn’t slurring his words during his adderall laced word salad. What says 250 proud years better than that? 3). My bitches aren’t all about politics! The Yankees are in their June swoon and it’s because they are overly cautious with injuries. They get off...

Four days after open heart surgery, and the first day home, I got the following text: “Where’s the Tylenol? I’m feeling like a pinch in my rib cage.” I laughed when I read it because it dawned on me that if the roles were reversed I’d be asking for a morphine drip. And Kathy has certainly been through hell with two hip replacements and spinal surgery and now this, and I’ve never once heard her say: “I’m in pain.” And I’ve been able to hit some job sites and the workers have been asking me how it all went, and I’ve mentioned the Tvlenol remark. “Women are way freaking tougher,” one guy said.  His wife had also had an involved surgery, and her pain tolerance was ‘just ridiculous.’ Giving birth is a whole ‘nother thing, and seeing a new Mom smiling about twenty minutes after THAT  is obscene. Tough. If a man had to give birth we’d be erecting statues of every new Dad all around every neighborhood. Of course this a long road… …time will pass slowly for all of us, but we aren’t hea...

Heard of two construction guys getting hit with heat stroke on Tuesday. Both needed medical attention, and it calls to mind a couple of fatalities related to heat in just the last few years. As a safety guy, we tell people at every site. “Stay hydrated. Recognize the signs.” And it still happens. The energy drinks are a culprit. Young people don’t do coffee as us older bastards do. Instead, they chug the energy drinks - 3 or 4 a day! That’s like chugging 3 large coffees - each one!  Imagine drinking 12 large coffees and then hanging out in 90 degree heat. One kid had a heart attack at 33. He didn’t make it. His coworker told me that he drank 6 energy drinks a day… …every day! Others go through hell because they drink beer out in the heat, without mixing in a water or two. Be careful out there. These temperatures are soaring. It’s never reached 100 degrees in Buffalo. I have a feeling that is gonna’ happen this summer. I realize global warming is a hoax (sarcasm)… …but protect yours...

You’ve probably seen the photos by now. The grand American Fair to celebrate 250 Years of Freedom is an absolute bust. Virtually no one showed up. Most of the photos I’ve seen show such a limited number of people that you can actually count them. And of course, we are being told not to believe our eyes. “It’s packed!” The now adjudicated rapist posted. It’s not. They showed the food stands, where the people who yell, “You can save money by not going out for lunch or order a $5 coffee,” were willing to sell you a $9 bottle of water. As I said in an earlier post, I vividly recall the bicentennial celebration back in 1976. Proud Americans, lining up for parades, waving flags, and telling the world that we are the best nation in the world. Now. Crickets. We won’t ever hear the true number of people who showed up. We’ll be told there were hundreds of thousands of people, when I don’t think I counted more than a few hundred people…total…in all the photos I’ve seen. It’s embarrassing. I’m not...

The Bills made a decision I finally agreed with: They aren’t putting Orenthal James Simpson’s name on the wall of honor or ring of honor or whatever the hell they call it when they move into their billions dollar palace. Yep. They took the high road, deciding not to honor a man who nearly decapitated two people. I didn’t  believe it was much of a question, but turns out I was wrong about that. The billions we spent as welfare for the billionaire makes people believe that they should have a say in what happens, and from the comments I see, O.J. should be honored. “We are bending over backwards for the politically correct libtards! The Juice was the greatest Bills player ever. The incident after he retired shouldn’t have no bearing on nothing!” The grammatical disaster of the last sentence aside, I think this genius is pissed about it. And referring to a double murder as an ‘incident’ might show how uncaring people have become. Zero empathy. Totally unhinged. Yeah, the fact that he m...