MsGuy

Break out the vodka, Dima, I'm on my way!

The tear drop tattoo at the edge of his eye means he claims to have offed somebody. And not in the nice, Thai bar boy meaning of the word.

With or without the pump shotgun, Sucky?

Yes that rings a bell familiar Silly verbiage full of giggle Still one wants the art work truly Funny art work, full of laughter Good Don Martin's floppy shoe tips Bring life to the awful writing So I'm thinking, please forgive me How I long to see the drawings Big nosed sketches of the people Happy faces calling gaily Drunken Watha drinking liquor Downing shots beyond his limit Dreaming of that pipestone quarry Lap it up dear shoe clerk Watha 'Till you fall across the counter Way up town on Eighty-Second In the bar called Gitchee-Goomee.

But how can you be sure it's not a false memory springing full born into existence from my post like Athena from the head of Zeus?

Not to pop any balloons, AS, but one must always take into account the possibility that the little darling has simply been well coached by her agent's media experts. Just saying...

Bumping around somewhere in the back crevasses of my brain is the memory of a Mad Magazine parody of Hiawatha (seems like it was illustrated by Don Martin) but since your source has over-looked it and I can't find any pics to confirm its existence, maybe it's just one more hallucinatory brain fart in the final stages of my descent into senility. If so, that's sad because, if real, it would have had some goods points to stick in my memory so long. There are a few hints in net space of such a parody in the 100th Anniversary issue but no solid proof. Too bad 'cause it would have been nice to have re-read it (assuming its actual existence). I did love my Don Martin so maybe it's all to the best to live with my gently glowing memory of it rather than confront a disappointing reality.

No, I see it as moderately insulting. Not the same thing at all. Right offhand I can't think of any period in American history when calling someone a 'redskin' would have been generally accepted as a compliment. Granted though its verbal force has sometimes been more in line with 'colored' than with the N word, depending on the region of the country and the period in history. Rather than just poo poo the fuss as too PC, I think it would be more accurate to say that, at the time it was adopted, sports teams had a tradition of selecting Indian related names and no one (or at least no one who mattered) much gave a damn whether they liked it or not. Not at all. 1) Mr Snyder can call his team anything he likes, for as long as he likes, unless and until the other NFL owners decide the public fuss is hurting the value of their personal franchises. 2) Which is an entirely different matter than giving 'Redskins' trademark protection. By law the Patent and Trademark Office is charged with implementing a quite reasonable public policy against issuing a trademark that is disparaging to groups of American citizens. Whether it was correct in its ruling vis. the Washington Redskins will be settled in the courts sometime in the next two or three years. Meanwhile Mr. Snyder continues to have trademark rights to the logo and name. So Mr Snyder is free to exercise his constitutional right to be cantankerous and hard headed to his heart's content and those who are offended, together with their friends and all those folks who don't really give a damn but who find it convenient (or just plain fun) to pile on, can fuss and fume to their heart's content. What could be more American than that?

But...all the coloreds just need to be patient until we good folks can educate the red necks to see the error of their ways. Kicking up a ruckus just makes everything more difficult. Sorry RA1, I can't help but see these kinds of issues through a 1960's filter. And sometimes kicking up a ruckus is part of the educational process.

I'm pretty sure I missed out on a couple of wonderful opportunities in high school from a fear of exactly this happening. (sigh)

Redskins is more like New York Hebes or San Francisco Slant Eyes. RA1, the Redskins issue is being put to the public with a PC/moral spin but, to me, it's much more a pragmatic question. In a big diverse country like ours, it pays to be a little cautious on the ethnic/religious/racial terms allowed in the public discourse. Maybe 50 years ago (when the Catholic ethnics ran the big cities and the Wasps dominated in the rest of the country) It didn't matter so much what the odds and ends folks were called. Now it does. If you're going to all the effort we in fact do to persuade folks that we're all "Americans", it doesn't help to have terms like "N-----" or "Spick" bandied about in public. Truth be told, the best argument for keeping the Redskins name is that Native Americans are so few on the ground and so weak and divided politically that we don't have to worry much about insulting them.

USA! USA! Got to admit though that I don't like that damned kraut couch of ours worth a damn.

It isn't just teener boys Allstate doesn't like. After my grandfather retired, he took up selling Allstate part time to keep busy. After a few warnings, Allstate pulled his franchise because he kept issuing policies to (qualified) black folks instead of shifting them over to much more expensive assigned risk companies. Not saying Granddaddy wasn't racist but he knew crap when he smelled it. He just refused to go with the flow even if it cost him his business. LOL, I guess the take-away here is that Gays are more profitable customers than teenage boys and African Americans.

"I was cool before it was cool to be cool."

Your Eyes Are Shining Like the Bottom of a Bottle of Beer

Hmmm... Well, it could be flexible plastic strips holding it up but I'm sticking with the butt plug concept.

And diapers, RA1; can't forget the dirty diapers:

AS, this is Nashville music here...you gotta figure he's still mooning over his wife that left him for his girl friend... or maybe his bird dog that ran off with his best friend. Country is all about shit happens and regrets, lol.

Glad he gets his chance in the NFL. Guess this means I'm honor bound to watch all the Rams games this year. (sigh) The things I do for the cause.

Hey, he was kinda cute back iin the day...

Must be some kind of wire support underneath, sorta like a support bra. Otherwise, how do they keep it on? Hey, maybe the wire support anchors onto a butt plug to hold it in place. Just a thought...

Can't Get Your Smell Outta My Sheets

She Dumped Me So I Had Her Trailer Towed ===== Believe it or not but you can't use Honky Tonk Badonkadonk. It's a real song. No Really, it was a hit. Trace Adkins recorded it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=vNVguvNE7qc

Which in turn reminds me of Mr. Mook, my 11th/12th grade journalism teacher. Short, squat homely guy about 45/50 years old, single, usually needed a shave and a haircut and to tuck in his shirt tails of his unpressed white dress shirt. He had a closet sized office attached to the back of his classroom where he kept various journalism supplies, a Mr. Coffee machine with really vile coffee (you know, the kind with a shiny oily sheen floating on the top), a small desk and in the bottom right hand drawer, a bottle of booze. He was a pretty good journalism teacher, truth be told, but by mid afternoon he was usually three sheets to the wind. I can't say I blamed him, it must have taken a hefty slug of bourbon to make that coffee palatable. And he had a coffee mug in his hand from first period on. The student paper staff were all happy with him because he left us to put out the paper totally unsupervised. We put in whatever we wanted. He did ask us that one time not to put stuff in that would get him trouble with the school board, but he never bothered to read, much less edit/censor, the paper . Hooray for Jim Beam and teacher tenure laws!