Marone! Endorse Me (already) Part 2 When we last left off on Monday, Part 1 was posted and we didn’t know at the time a part two was necessary. I was at the switch facing my usual assortment of detractors and maligners- and then the plug was pulled on me. The land line and the DSL failed.
Too bad, I was certain I was winning every argument, changing minds, making new friends. There where about half a dozen comments (at that point), another typical diary by me in other words. Full of adrenalin and new ideas, I did the only thing a writer knows how to do; I began writing another diary and then I called the phone company. Or was it the other way around? There was still electrical power, I still had WORD at my disposal and thank god the government hasn’t shut the power and surrounded my house yet. Even though I live deep in the woods, rest assured I’m not some gun worshiping, Jew hating conspiracist. Last time I checked, Stein, my sur-name was Jewish. As usual it was a problem with the telephone poles and trees, how boring. The internet unassisted diary part 2 below.
Caution,please kindly think of my diaries like a light summer book at the beach, and ignore like you always do, the serious issues I raise about illegals, amnesty, drivers licenses and insurance, corruption in Mexico- and the issue I need to learn more about, single payer health care. I’m running for Governor by the way. Stein is the name...reckless abandon the game.
Monday June 15, 2009, the phone and DSL go dark at my house 30 minutes after posting Diary # ad nauseam on the Daily Kos. Flashbacks to the great East coast blackout, summer of 66, and I think nostalgically of New York City. I was 10 and living in New Jersey playing hide and seek with my friends perhaps, or was it the great 2000 blackout I recall? 1000’s of people in New York City walking across the Brooklyn Bridge pre 9/11. Either way I’m still living in Jersey 2009 and the internet is down and I can’t research the exact dates or google Mickey Spillane. I’m a writer now, an aspiring Governor, as well as a janitor, and between night work and fiddling with a 79 Dodge D 100; a $50 dollar steal I got out of some old guys backyard in Egg Harbor City; slant six, three on the tree, no power anything- I’ll bang out another diary, full of acrimony for a change! My diary as of 4 o’clock something- June 15, 2009 was another washout, this time causing a power failure. I’m going to clear the air and settle once and for all, all the taunts, enjoying myself as I am want to do.
mightquinns diary rebuttal take one 6/15 under my skin something something
Without the internet to do my research, I’ll pretend it’s long ago before modern technology and conveniences, and I’ll type with just the index finger on each hand like I used to see in film noir oldies before Comcast made Turner Classic Movies a premium channel. But first I’ll use my cell phone and call the phone company. After 5 minutes of prompts, and with no time to spare before I stroke, they tell me the problem is out on the street. In that case there’s nothing left to do but calm down and get a head start on the next of my serial diaries. And then it's head off to work, vacuuming offices and emptying garbage. That’s my CIA cover. This diary by the Mighty Quinn will be a full Monty response to the left wing who seem to dislike having me loose in there midst. Sometime the next day I’ll go to the local library and see if any stragglers commented in Monday’s diary. (this is me now today and yes there where several) I’m a writer now. This is what I do. This next one’s for you Kossacks
Mightyquinns diary rebuttal take one 6/15 under the fold I've got you something something
My life over the past 2 years; the 2 illegals (6/16 Oh I see from that late comment I viewed at the library I’m not allowed to call illegals- illegals even though I’ve been closer to dozens of them than any body I know or have heard about including you and you); running for political office, talking or bad mouthing Mexico, depending on one's vantage point, is an endless source for material to post on this (far) left sight, especially if you’re a Republican leaning independent like me, and aren’t shy about mentioning that. Here.... On this sight.... Like I do.... Frequently..... At least once a week..... Sometimes back to back- 24 hrs. apart. At great personal risk to my reputation. I don’t care. Got bigger fish to fry.... Places to go, people to see......just you and me. ((June 17: This is how it starts, the songs like the bells, ringing in my head. I could run out to my garage right now and whip out that old Nancy Wilson album..... and bingo another link to a you-tube in another diary. ( I just did Wed. June 17, Nancy Wilson-Close Up, 2 record set on Capital , A Lot of Livin’ To Do, "Bye Bye Birdie", 100’s and 100’s of albums from yard sales. Most of the rock albums from my teen days are long gone and since replaced by the way. Like for instance, the Best of Cream, purchased full price in my callow teen age days and discarded, to be replaced by a half dozen nicely seasoned old (Bruce, Baker and Clapton) albums that are now in my collection. Unappreciated by somebody and rescued by me some Saturday not too many years ago. Yard sales are just one hobby fallen by the wayside now in favor of politics, along with peering intently in peoples back yards for abandoned cars in Atlantic and Cumberland Counties...back to June 12 and 13)).
These spoilsports at the Kos can’t be all that aghast at my links that open to a couple of silly you-tubes like they claim to be? See yesterday’s comments. Some "diarists" are much more egregious after all, embedding whole damn you tubes, right there on the screen which is "our," home page, what in reality though is the second page. The first page is for the anointed ones: the elders. We’re second class citizens I have to say that even though it hurts. There’s got to be some sociological angle to this feeding frenzy ( in two minutes for sure) and attacking one another on the back page, where we are definitely discriminated against in the first place- why fight amongst ourselves like wolves? Restricted to the back of the bus we shouldn’t be jumping all over one of our own. Anyway no squeamishness by any Kossacks when 6 complete you tube screens are posted by fellow Russians and we get to vote for favorite this or that. I participated myself in a vote for the "best rendition" of the old blues-folk song the "House of the Rising Sun" I have no problem with that. I promised the diarist I’d vote. I was in a Fort Lauderdale library at the time with no sound available. When I got home several days later I kept my word and voted. And the- am I getting this right- the "pooty" diaries, like a new age board game, where rascally cat pictures are posted and it’s opened it up for free association- anything goes (like my diaries) ......I have no problem with that EITHER. I have full rights accorded to me by international treaty to be on this sight and say that.... so there! Why am I always being threatened with administrative scrutiny? The last time I went to the principal’s office was 42 years........let’s not go there.
These pooty diaries are really a shameless ploy for hits, same as this diary. These dairies never fail to get scores of comments. The cover people use is to preface the diary by saying their non- political time out is a way of us blowing off steam from the seriousness of all the days’ depressing news. Far different indeed are the mundane diaries about the loss of a job, a loved one, a beloved pet, or sometimes an unusual thing that happened that day. My favorites by the way- this is a fucking blog after all I thought! I’m not making fun now it’s just a case of "What’s a Republican going to do" when I get no respect here? I respond and attack. Just like countries, or Mr. Smith fighting with Mr. Jones over Jone's leaves blowing on Smith's property? Get the gun out!
Sometimes people on this sight, certain individuals, forget the party mantra about inclusion. So I’m no "Boy scout" big deal, turn me into the administrator I throw up my hands! I’ve done myself no good going on like this. So in conclusion, fellow citizens of New Jersey, if the Mighty Quinn is going to rant about the elite media, put his life on hold to run for said Goob-ernor, I sure as hell have no patience for hypocrites, like you sometimes find giving me the peanut gallery treatment.... while never commenting on hmmm, single payer health care, amnesty, immigration reform, my brain numbing, heart breaking experiences with my friend who’s back home in Mexico making $10 a day, instead of working here- while choosing instead to dwell on an offhanded mention that I’m a Republican. And the ad homenum inevitably follows as surely as if I was a stand in for Sarah Palin at the carnival dunking booth. A very few have been kind and it’s very touching, but those times are rare. Dozens of others, who knows, may be holding back, tempted to contribute to the dialogue or hit the recommend when I come along, but I'm afraid they're afraid of a few goony type bullies here on this sight; usually the cocky ones who hit the jackpot once in a while and get their few hundred comments and a ticket to the recommend list. And am I getting this right? A guest appearance on the front page? Or am I generalizing? One shouldn’t do that.
I’d sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don’t you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
cause I’ve got you under my skin Cole Porter