Morning Thought to Ponder

If a Man Farts....
And there is no woman around to tell him that he is a gross pig....
Did he still Fart?
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Ponderous
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Now get off of your Ass and don't squander your obligation to make this world a little bit better today.

Summer Start Prep

Next weekend is Memorial Day... the start of summer
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As most of you know, summer is the magic season here in the Coastal Town of Marblehead, Massachusetts.  Between fishing, boating, tie-ups at the islands, cookouts and hanging out on the Yacht Club Porches,  we try to find the time to get some work in and make some money.
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Every summer is important.  You'll be dead a long time... so you really can't afford to waste the summer in Marblehead.
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So I spent some hours this weekend getting the Pram and the Tender ready for the water.  I sanded and epoxied the outside hull of the pram and got it ready for a coat of primer and some finish coats of paint.  I won't make the mistake this year of putting bottom paint on the pram.  It's more of a problem always having the bottom paint come off on your hands than powerwashing whatever growth decides to reside on the pram bottom.  I know that there will be algae and barnacles galore on the bottom within a month, but I'd rather deal with that than bottom paint residue on your hands.
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The Herreshoff Columbia Tender is another problem altogether.  Trying to keep the whole thing with a natural finish has been a nightmare.   The outside hull is fine, but the gunnel rails and the seats can't seem to hold a coat of epoxy and marine varnish, and the interior flooring panels have to be screwed down on rails and hold all sorts of debris underneath.
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I'm going to spraypaint the interior from the seats down... White.  Marine White High Gloss.  And I will omit the flooring panels all together.
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Even though the seats are laminated mahogany, oak and cedar... the fact that epoxy and varnish peals away within a season has me looking for a better maintenance alternative.   Have to go with the paint and see how that works this year.
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There's probably another 20 hours of work left to get these boats up to the MOAM standard of excellence. I would love to squeeze these hours in before the end of the week, but I doubt it.  Have to head down to New Haven, and that always kills any personal hours left in the week.

Remedy for Excessive Blog Hits

Peeps.
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I can tell from the excessive amounts of hits lately that some of you are a bit obsessed with this Nanepashemet Blog.   Not that I can blame you.  It's beyond the capabilities of most of you not to be enamored with the exploits and ideas of a Mountain of a Man like me.
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But excessive searching on this Blog can be injurious to your health... kind of like the four hour stiffy that Viagara ads warn you about.
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Part of the problem is that the average Peep tends to think that every vaguely worded post is all about them personally.... which portends the huge ego and mental feeblemindedness that this pathetic blog seems to attract.
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And the frustration that this engenders is horrific, especially when the hapless Blog Reader finally reaches the conclusion that the Blog is not about them at all... that they are insignificant and minute blobs of protoplasm hopelessly trying to find meaning within the digital ramblings of a MOAM, and getting no satisfaction whatsoever.
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After extensive consultation with some of the finest psychologists, self- help quacks and acupuncturists in the ten mile radius around my house, I have come to the following suggestion.
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Don't look for meaning from me.... send money instead.
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Each time you Google "Nanepashemet", send a $10 cash money American Bill in the mail directly to me.
After a while, you will be so broke that you won't be able to buy food, and the hunger will aid in a gradual decline in the number of daily blog hits that you make.
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And don't think you can get around this by Googling "John Nestor Marblehead"  or " Mountain of a Man" instead of  "Nanepashemet".  You must send the ten spot cash to get the cure.   And for God sakes, don't even think of leaving a comment  (unless you are Tuna Lips, of course) .... that could cost you thousands.
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If you want to risk screwing with the IRS, you can write off the payments to charity.  Because I will be using the money to fund the MOAM Foundation.... dedicated to the financial well being of me....  easily the most worthy charity that you could donate to.
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And when you relapse, just double up on the payments.  Don't think of yourself as a Loser... just a recovering Nanepashaholic.

Maddies Fishing Tournament Entry

The Flying Elvis team talleyed   (1) 35" Striper, (1) 20" Cod, (3)  flounders and a Harbor Seal. They let the seal go, but I wish they kept it. Heard there were some great seal recipes in the Pow Wow Chow book.
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They probably didn't win because Mark Vona was in the tournament and we don't have the results yet.

Mackerel

Mackerel are running in Salem Sound.   Brendt and Ryan hit them big on Tinker's Buoy as they fished for live bait.
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When I was a kid, we used to eat them.  They are strong tasting,  dark and oily, but if you like fish, still good.  And highly nutritious... twice as much Omega3 oil as salmon.
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They also put up a nice fight for a small fish and are a lot of fun to land with light tackle.  Good lobster trap bait too.

Sweet Charity

Nobody likes to be lied to.
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It always brings on an aggressive reaction from those on the receiving end.
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But when you start to see that the liar really believes the lie, and there is a persistent pattern of denial and misstatement, on many levels of background, history and normal facts,  it becomes apparent that there might be some sort of mental impairment.
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Anger then turns to sympathy.

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That changes everything. You get pissed at an Asshole, but you feel pity for the Mentally Deranged.

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In their condition, they are just poor losers trying to cope.  They place the source of their bad fortune on everybody else by lying to themselves.  When they get fired, it's the Bosses fault.  When they lose their house, it's the Banker's fault.   When their kids act like spoiled jerks, it's the Teacher's fault.  They project all of their shortcomings on to others. Maybe they're not trying to screw people all the time.  Maybe they just can't help it.
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They don't have the mental ability to realize that they are the cause of their own problems.   They don't take responsibility for their own lives.   They continually lie to themselves and others.

Some might be content to call them Assholes, but there has to be a deeper mental disturbance going on here.  And the pattern goes on and on.
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Thank God for Charity.  But then again, they lie in order to get it.... about their job, income, etc.  And the pattern is perpetuated.  Unfortunately, the legal system doesn't have a way to manage these types, and sooner or later, their lies buy them time in the joint.

Pow Wow Chow???... WOW!

Just when you think that the Warren "I'm 1/32 Indian, so I checked the Affirmative Action Box" issue has run it's course, now comes the bombshell that she contributed plagiarized recipes to POW WOW CHOW, that classic of American Indian Cuisine.


Pow Wow Chow, A Collection of Recipes from Families of the Five Civilized Tribes : Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Creek and Seminole [Paperback], is available from Amazon.
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Apparently, Elizabeth Warren reached deeply into her 1/32 heritage and came out with some old family recipes that her family enjoyed after a buffalo hunt or a little stint in the sweat lodge with the Medicine Men.  Funny how those native cuisine recipe chestnuts get handed down... even to those who have 31/32 white blood coursing through their native veins.  It explains why Liz always orders the Buffalo Jerky appetizer at the Harvard Law Luncheon soirees.

This fraud is running for the US Senate  to represent Massachusetts.  Some might say that the Commonwealth deserves a NutJob like this pulling the strings from Washington.  If she was running against Kerry, maybe even I would throw her a vote, but she's taking on Scott Brown, who is one of the few pols that I actually believe is level headed and trying to do the right thing.
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My old friend, Wayne Webster put a lot of great stuff out about our Indian Wannabee on Facebook the other day, and I pushed like hell to provoke some of my Lefty friends to come to her aid with some hanging Facebook strings..... and didn't get one taker.

That's how bad she is.  Even the Dems won't touch this one.

My hypothesis stands... You have to be weird to run for politics, in the first place, but there are weirdos.... then there are Holy Shit, NO FREAKING WAAAY Weirdos.....
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......Which is the category currently taken by the Cherokee Chef who grew up to be a Harvard Law Professor.

Road to Hell

I believe that Florida seventeen year old, Trevon Martin, was a punk who beat the shit out of George Zimmerman.   And I believe that George Zimmerman was afraid for his life and shot Martin out of self defense.
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But George Zimmerman is guilty as sin.  He was told by the Police to back off, yet he voluntarily put himself in harm's way.  If he had obeyed police orders, Martin would be alive... punk or not, and Zimmerman would not be weathering judgement for murder.
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Because Martin is Black, race baiters like Jesse Jackson have taken advantage of the situation, trying to fan the flames that keep haters like them in business.   That's been a tragic side show within an overall tragic situation.
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Zimmerman is probably a good guy... with good intentions.  But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and his poor judgement is sending him down the road.... which he deserves.

Anonymous9:14 AM

Let's get technical for a moment; the police said, "we don't need you to do that"--they never said for him to get back into his car and drive away. Knowing this will be fundamental part to refute the charges.
Frank

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Appreciate your point Frank, but he didn't have to get involved.  He called the police.  It was their call.  Now a kid is dead and his life is ruined

Piscine Prognostication

It happens every year.  Some Hollywood types begging me to take the Nanepashemet Blog into some sort of tawdry reality show series.    And every year, I tell them to go to hell.  My story is not for sale.  At least not for sale cheaply.   And I'm definitely not doing it now that fishing season is around the corner. 

We've got all of our fishing tackle organized as hell, and have big plans to tune up all of the loose ends on the WhaleEye.
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Got a call this morning from another of my legal buddies telling me of his fishing success down on the Cape this weekend. The piscine aficionado landed some blues and schoolie stripers, and was right at the verge of his enthusiasm transforming into bravado. Not that I can blame him. If I caught Blues and Stripers this early in the season, I'd be bragging my ass off.
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Tomorrow, I'm thinking of taking the CEO of a promising wireless startup in the public safety networks sector to lunch at the Boston Yacht Club. I thought I might impress him with the ambiance of Marblehead Harbor, but it appears that he lives on the Monterrey Peninsula in California, which is probably the most spectacular ocean venue that I've yet seen.
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So I'll have to find another way to impress him. Maybe with fishing stories  Or Maybe he will invest in the Nanepashemet Reality Series..
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Anyway.... I predict the best fishing season ever this year. Tuna, Stipers, Blues and Lobster. Not necessarily in that order.

Catching the Wave

Oh Baby...
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After a little comic diversion this morning, the day really picked up.
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Remember that business tsunami that I told you Peeps about a few months ago?
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Wax the surfboards.
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Screw surfboards.... need some heavy duty white water rafts.
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Time to catch the wave.

Another Kennedy Tragedy

Kennedy Tragedy.
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Man... These words seem to go together, don't they?
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Is it that the family is cursed? Or is it that they have been American royalty, watched closely, and go through the same challenges, setbacks, and foibles as any extended American family?
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 Maybe due to their celebrity, we see every bit of their bad luck.

Film Extras

After an insignificant little detour today, we were back to making money at Nanepashemet Telecom.   Plus, it seems that Adam Sandler and his Marblehead GrownUps 2 film crew is looking for extras, and naturally, the Mountain of a Man is at the top of the list.

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I'm not a little concerned that I will steal any scene that I appear in the background and really piss off those Hollywood types.

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Just another MOAM burden that we must bear.