POTW Week 5

Sorry it took so long to make the Peep of the Week selections.
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Sometimes I stall and sometimes it slips my mind.
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Since I already reported mid week that weird stuff had been happening, I thought it prudent to hold out until the last moment.
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Ran into Dave and Abby Bruett at Three Cod yesterday, before the bizarre road trip.  The Bruett's are one of my favorite families, from "My Friend Who Doesn't Want His Name Mentioned in the Blog" right down to little Caroline, the newest addition.

ANNOUNCING....

Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the Fifth Week of 2010

Meghan Bruett

Merry Tufts

Nancy Bruett

Caroline Bruett

Abby Bruett

Dave Bruett

I would have named all of the Bruett's except for the the fact that "My Friend Who Doesn't Want His Name Mentioned in the Blog" doesn't want me to mention his name.   Although Merry Tufts deserves to be in anyway.

Moderation and the Six Step Method

Many of the posts in this venerable yet pathetic Blog deal with alcohol.

• The Classic Winter Cocktail
• Dark and Stormies
• Lagavulin
• Guinness and Sam Adams

But Peeps.... Don't get me wrong...
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These beverages are delicious to drink and generally lead to a mild buzz if that.  
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I don't recommend that you go to bars and pound these down until you are so phucked up that you can't remember your home address.  
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Then when you get someone to drive them to your home, you bring them to the wrong freaking house after climbing a long winding natural stone decorative staircase, ring the bell for about five minutes then admit that this isn't your house after all.  Since no police show up and charge you with trespassing, you mosey on down the street.
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Then when you finally stagger to your house, you have no idea where the keys are and start pissing over the railing. 
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Then when your irate girlfriend texts you that the key is in the mailbox and that she is not your phucking babysitter, you stagger into the house and almost cascade down the open staircase.
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Then your driver finally finds the bedroom, aims you for the mattress and gets the hell out of your house.
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This is something that I don't recommend.  In all seriousness, it's fine to have fun, but know your limits.
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There were so many things that could have gone wrong with this drive home, and I'll be thinking twice before driving anyone again who can't remember their freaking address.

Lessons Learned.
1.  Before you haul someone out of the pub to your truck, get their address, perferably from their drivers license.
2.  Check them for their house keys and take possession of them.
3.  Only after these two steps should you guide them off of the stool and towards the door.
4.  Avoid winding staircases with precipitous drops.
5.  Prepare to be aggravated beyond all human endurance.
6.  Don't go down to the Pub in the first place and avoid this whole freaking mess.

Independent Party

The other day, someone accused me of being a Republican on Facebook.
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The truth is that I'm not a registered Republican.  I'm an Independent from a working class Democratic family.
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Nobody is ever totally right or wrong.  The pendulum of truth constantly swings back and forth.  But you can't be so open minded that your brains fall out.   Often times you have to take a stand.  And when that happens, I usually find myself standing on the conservative side with the Republicans.
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The things that I prize most in people are genuineness and honesty.  And that's the underlying quality that I sense in Scott Brown.   Then you see the phonyness in guys like John Kerry and Patrick Kennedy who are whining about Scott seeking to start the job that the people elected him for, and you start to think that all Democrats are phoney assholes like they are.
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But as an Independent, I know that not every Democrat is as big an asshole as John Kerry.

Pisc said...


John Fitzgerald Kennedy's Democratic party no longer exists. Today's Democrats are cowards - they will not define themselves on principles and tie policy back to them. They are ruled by emotions, and cling to the idea that might makes right. Might is in numbers, as in the number of people who can not or will not help themselves, outnumbering those of us who actually like to compete, take our ups and downs, and move on. Smart people, including Dems in name only, take their money and their mind from them. They are the weak herd. I am glad they are here. Unfortunately, they want to legislate away their stupidity, and their propensity to lose. Not possible, without screwing the rest of us, who on odds win more. They emote very well, though.

Night on the Town

At Soncies last night on Newbury Street in Boston's Back Bay, had some Lagavulins with Mountain of a Man Bobby Brown (the real one), Peter Howard and Mike "Lec" Elsier. At $17 bucks a shot, it can turn into an annoying habit, especially with those guys.  After one or three of those, Elsier and I had to go to a customer event at Jillian's.

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After that, we headed back to Soncies for one more.
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So this morning, I kind of feel like shit.   Which is too bad because it is a nice snowy, single digit temp morning.  Perfect Saturday to go out, find some Dems, and taunt them about global warning. 
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Maybe I'll rally and go out anyway.

Tax Ditty

http://susie1114.com/10percentisgoodenough.html

Ray Stevens has a new song.

Thanks to Kelly Light for letting the Peeps in on this.

Now, I'd just like to say a few words right here about taxes

I pay another man to do my taxes
On account of it's just one more deduction I can take
But the postman brought my W2 this mornin'
And this year they're claimin' a third of all I make


Now I'm just as patriotic as the next man
And you know I love that Red, White, and Blue
So I'll help to pay this risin' "cost of freedom"
But I'll be danged if I'm gonna change my point of view

Because every time the bureaucrats run out of money
Well Congress socks it to the workin' man
And I don't think it's one bit funny
When they take so much of my money
And do things with it I don't understand


I don't know why they feel they gotta squeeze us
But I'll tell you just exactly where I stand
I believe if ten percent is good enough for Jesus
Well, it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam

Now, some of them folks that we've been sendin' off to Congress
Think that all they've got to do is spend and spend
But, you know, you can't run a family, much less a country,
With more money goin' out than comin' in


And that ole debt just keeps on gettin' bigger
And we're all gonna have to pay, so don't you laugh
'Cause one day soon you might just look down at your paycheck
And figure out that they done started takin' half

And every time the bureaucrats run out of money
Well Congress socks it to the workin' man
And I don't think it's one bit funny
When they take so much of my money
And do things with it I don't understand


I don't know why they feel they gotta squeeze us
But I'll tell you just exactly where I stand
I believe if ten percent is good enough for Jesus
Well, it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam


I said if ten percent is good enough for Jesus
Well, it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam

Haitian Human Traffic

To those 10 "missionaries" from Idaho's Central Valley Baptist Church, who self-righteously declared it was God's will as they tried to traffic 30 Haitian orphans to the Dominican Republic even though they were counseled not to do so....
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Guess What?
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It wasn't God's will.  
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I hope you find salvation in a Haitian cell for the next decade or so.
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I hate people who use the name of God to mask their criminal actions.

Tuna Lips said...


and ise despises thems that rains recriminatin' on me fer spreadin' the heavenly providers message over the airwaves and vis this intronet. Allegatin that i am a violater of the Mann Act, claimin Ise engage in 'below market laborin'(that busload o' Mexican crashed on my property!), and speakin with a forked tongue about my missionary work across the Rio, its plain dont throw stones if you live in a glass house nonsense.

Wrong Bobby Brown

A bunch of you Peeps have been asking me if the Champion Xtreme Skier, Bobby Brown, is one and the same as our own Nanepashemet,  other Mountain of a Man, Bobby Brown.
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The answer is "HELL NO!"
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Our Bobby Brown doesn't need no freaking skis to perform his tricks.

Freedom of Speech.

A friend of mine is all worked up because of a work reprimand that was received due to a private Facebook post. I don't blame her for being upset. 
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In this country we have Freedom of Speech.
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Which means you can voice your opinion and not be jailed. 
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And that's it.
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That doesn't mean that you can't be punished economically by losing your job, or socially by being ostracized for saying what you think.  You can say whatever you want, and can't be prosecuted for it publically.
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How people treat you privately is a different matter.... even if they are dead wrong.
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So, Cherish your freedom.... but use it wisely.... especially in this new information age.

Denise Kearns said...


Thank you for that ... :)

Lauren Rathbone, former POTY said...

my neighbor is a secret service agent and he was telling me he can get on any ones facebook account. I guess I am a tad niave (did I spell that right?) for not thinking that was a possibility, or maybe I have nothing to hide. But that is crazy...so when his wife wants dirt on someone he can just look it up.

Weird Work Week

It's been a weird work week and we still have two days left.   Naturally you expect certain issues from the whackjobs that you have to put up with in life.   So if these psychos act up, it's no big deal.
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But it seems like a lot of crazy shit is hitting the fan from a couple of extra directions.  Lots of CYA, fabrications and cover ups.  It just doesn't have to be this hard.
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Naturally, being a Mountain of a Man helps to take the hits with little or no effect.  Although I will admit that a lesser person may have trouble coping with some of the unprofessional and psycho bullshit.  When the smoke clears, it always helps to have things in writing.

Lull

Seems like quite a lull for news out there.
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All this coverage of John Edwards fathering a kid to one of his campaign groupies while his wife is battling cancer..
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I really don't care who he porks or who he impregnates.
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Both he and his wife seem like assholes, but who am I to talk?
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Like I said.... we're kind of in a lull.

Maria Rowen said...
...an affront to the flag he stands in front of...White: Signifies purity and innocence Red: Signifies valor and bravery
Blue: Signifies vigilance, perseverance, and justice...John Edwards: Signigies low-life, scum-sucking, sewer rat...

Tuna Lips said...

Ize can not imagine throwin' a hump into that saucer-faced bridde of his, nor go guessin' on who would. Its dissgusten. I am keen on hearin' about these other jezebelles he is pleasurin' from behind, like livestock does. Sorta ow natural, like them Frenchies says.

Land of the Free

We live in a country where you have to declare all of your income to the government. And they take a huge piece. And if you don't do it, they seize your property and incarcerate you.
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That's no exaggeration.
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Just wondering if this was what the Founding Fathers had in mind.

All Hands on Deck

One of my old friends from Lynn English High School, Tom Holmes, used his camera magic to catch me just as my day started today.
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Maybe it's  time to set sail.

Kerry D'Orio  said...
Only a mountain of a man could handle those seas! Arrr...