A chilly night in the cathouse!–No, not the bordello…


  This place seems to be a cat house on a Saturday night. You go to a Café with wireless internet and all a sudden, the place gets bombarded big time with customers out for the late night Saturday night life, on the town.

But, that’s not all – its bone chilly and the cold is haunting the night life as the city slickers storm the café for the sprinting of the Java Joe of the brewing pot of steaming coffee that has been filling the night air with the smell of fresh food and hot dicey brew of Java.

Seriously, I can’t wait until they start saying the word – S U M M E R in the forecast at the same time and keeping things dicey and freshly brewed into the warm heater months! Aye mate, that’s a moi of cracker jacks, when it comes time to shout out the moi of Java Jonas on a chilly fazed night, when the northern lights are dance to the rhythms of moist colors of the planet in the daring night sky.

Now, if the northern lights could reach into the Pacific Northwest skies of Oregon, the timing would be a stark reminder, that we’re not alone in the universe.

Now, about the pot of Java Joe.

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Republican politics: A fist fight to the death match


If you’ve been watching the recent Republican debates, you’ve probably noticed the playing field has swelled down to four candidates on the Republican ticket. But, that’s not all – it’s becoming a “civil war” of sorts between Newt Gingrich and Mitt Romney.

Gingrich wants the official language to be English and only English, if he is elected President. Second, he wants to close all the borders of the United States and refuse entry to those who want to come into the U.S. – Political pundits think, Newt is up to something? Perhaps, he’s trying to muster agony and stupidity if he’s elected President.

“Go Figures.”

Closing the borders to America and entrance into the country is like putting America in a “prison” of its own and not letting those without proper American ID into and out of the country. Kind of reminds me of the movie – “Escape from New York” with Actor Kurt Russell.

Now the recent Florida debates has put both candidates into a “war of words” between one another over heritage and the playing field of ancestry. It makes no sense in political politics, why there should be some kind of negative attacks without a straw of positive influence between the voters and the candidates alike.

I would hate to be either candidates campaign chief and telling them to tone it down on the attacks on one another and lay the job on the line – “oh hell, what can the people of America say?” Candidates are candidates and the fools they play on the podium makes a statement to the voters in a big way.

So, your either going to vote for a nimrod in both the primary or in the general election’s – good candidacy makes good politicians in America, rather than running a world class circus as former President George W. Bush did during his two terms in office. Good thing, Bush is keeping a low profile, since he left office and has been seen side by side with former President Clinton from time to time.

If your like me? American politics can be a rabid career – anciently, being a politician is a cutthroat business, you can either win or lose, but, you can’t have both. Secondly, you can either be a truthful candidate or a lousy pop in the ass candidate that makes you lose our chance in history to become POTUS and et al.

Why can’t these idiot Republican candidates be nice to one another on the playing field, when it comes to American politics and Presidential election season? “Sigh – five cents please, the Doctor is now in session.”

Review: Rick Dancer TV


  You may remember him has a local newsman – for twenty years he anchored the 5 and 6 p.m. newscasts on KEZI-TV’s Eyewitness News, now known as KEZI 9 News in Eugene, Oregon. He left the news business to run for state office of Secretary of State, lost the election and fought a battle with Cancer.

Longtime Eugene Newsman, Rick Dancer, who anchored the 5 and 6 P.M. newscasts at KEZI for nearly twenty years is back in the limelight, after a strong battle with Cancer and a new business venture that is gaining some steam and momentum at the same time.

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Waiting for the snows!


  When, I sit near a window at a local wireless hotspot, this is what my visions see – a gracious log cabin in the mountains in the middle of nowhere, all self-contained with its own solar power generator to light and heat the cabin at night, there’s a fireplace nearby, there’s no running telephone or cable television cables running anywhere around the cabin, except for that of satellite dish from Direct TV.

The only contact with the outside world is via amateur radio as an 80 to 90 foot tower sits and stands tall nearby with an array of antennas for HF, VHF, UHF and every mode of operation that my amateur radio license would allow me to operate and reach the outside civilization, as I nest under the centuries of tall standing Douglas Firs and Redwoods in the far reaches of our nations national forests of the Oregon backcountry.

The only draw back – there are no roads to the cabin, as there is a running spring that brings fresh water to the cabin daily – the only way to the cabin is via four wheeler, horseback or snowmobile during the winter months and via helicopter, which ferries in much needed supplies twice a month.

There is running internet via satellite, making life easier to send and receive email and the daily chore of surfing the internet for everyday as most people do now in the city life.

All, this is just a piece of my visions, as I sit in the very same booth of my wireless hotspot in my community. The descriptions written above is a writers dream to be in the middle of nowhere, in a cabin, where life of writing novels and blogging away from a different perspective of life would greatly enhance the writers ingenuity of writing from a different dimension and shedding the life of a city slicker for the life and times of “Grizzly Adams” – well, at least that big huge black bear named “Gentle Ben” would certainly enjoy some company, I’m sure.

Needless to say – the backcountry is writers paradise, as it would be for those that were stranded on “Gilligan’s Island, “minus, the characters of the Howell’s, the Professor, Ginger, MaryAnn, the Skipper and of course clunky Gilligan himself.”

As the vision of a writer’s paradise engulfs my visionary dreams, as I look out the picture window of my booth of my favorite wireless hotspot – the visions remind me that dreaming is possible, but, making it a reality is the next biggest question to ask is to ask in the laws of Murphy and Simon.

The creation of the vision in one’s dream is the masterpiece – in reality, it’s priceless as a Writers Gem.

The super pinch!: America’s pocket book


  When America becomes hungry their appetite becomes the enemy of the state – in their pocket book, that is.

“No, the CIA isn’t after my cheeseburger, they’re after the spook that keeps calling the dominoes pizza outlet for a pepperoni pizza every night,” costing Newt Gingrich his retirement fund and his pesky Roth IRA, not to mention his 401K account as well.

When it comes to Americans eating out, they expect to pay the price of their meal only. But, than – when it comes times to ask for such ask condiments, such as ketchup packets, dipping sauce packets, salt and pepper, straws and lids, etc., that could be needed as extra by the consumer, are being charged out of pocket expenses for such extras, after they have picked up their orders at the pick-up line.

A recent visit to a local Burger King (BK) Store in my town netted me, just that – an out of pocket expense for such an item for dipping sauce for my French Fries! That’s right folks, the local BK franchise wanted to charge me .20 cents, twenty cents for a single packet of Ranch Dressing for my dip my fries in, while I eat.

In all the years, that I’ve been going to that same BK, I’ve never been charged a penny on a dime for such condiments. In fact, I wonder why corporate greediness is taking America’s consumers by storm?

Probably, not by the interest of the “Occupy Movement” – but, that of corporate profit to suck and bilk hardworking Americans and tourists out of their wallets and bank accounts for such simple condiments items that have long been free to consumers, who do business with just eateries in America.

Of course – they say, “We are free to do as we please and sell as we please and we have a right to refuse service to anyone who we please,” they say.

But, when the customer gets charged for an out of pocket expense, it becomes a burden on those who have to dwell for their hard earn cash that may be needed elsewhere.

It’s called – “bilking the money.” I’m am told by the Assistant Manager of the restaurant, “that they have always been charging for such little condiment items to customers,” she said. The statement made me give back the item I had wanted to use for my fries and simply told her, “in all the years, I’ve been coming here, I have never been charged for such items,” I said. Why charge for simple things as this is beyond my disbelief and why such companies as Burger King would go to such lengths to expand their profit expenditures and more.

Greed is an evil word, bilking money from the consumer is a sin – plain and simple. Sooner or later, such items will be enforced into their price of one’s meal and things will be more costly and profitable for such fast food chains, but, in the long run, many would lose out on their customer base for other chains that make it simple and clean and aren’t following the golden rule of corporate greed.

BK may have just lost another valuable customer – perhaps, I’m in settlement for a better deal for my money at my girlfriend’s place of work, two blocks down the street. BK sounds so wickedly insane to be charging for such condiment items, when the economy is showing some gain and speed in regaining its strength.