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August 25th, 2009

August 6th, 2009

Why not cash for “clickers” (photographers.)

August 3rd, 2009

This showed up on my phone from Kevin Farney, , ,

Hey baby, wanna come over to Myspace and Twitter my Yahoo ’till I Google all over your Facebook!

July 28th, 2009

Can’t even imagine how hard this is for this youngters parents. Hope they find him safe and soon.

BTW this came from a post on my son Don’s IdahoRadioNews.com site. Thank you for sending this my way.

Feel free to foward this along.

Sad Update-RIP Robert

July 13th, 2009

Grab the book nearest you. Right now. * Turn to page 56. * Find the fifth sentence. * Post that sentence AS YOUR STATUS. AND POST these instructions in a comment to this status. * Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book BTW- I was at Dawson’s Downtown!

“For more than 25 years, anglers all over the world have trusted the unmatched strength and durability of Ugly Stick fishing rods.“ Cabela’s Spring Edition 2008

Here are the 1st round of comments from my FB post

 

 

 Dan Steiner at 7:46pm July 13

Bed’rid’den (-rid’n) adj. confined to bed by illness, infirmity, etc.
Websters New World dictionary

July 8th, 2009

July 3rd, 2009

Found this on craiglist, an amazing use of a thesarius. I expect it has been published before, but it is quite scathing. . .

You vulgar little maggot here in BOISE ID. 

You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a slug than be seen with you. You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. 

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard, your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn’t be here if the rubber hadn’t tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. 

You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? 

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. 

May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won’t have sex with you only trash such as yourself. 

You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. 
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? 

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. 

You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of a used condom. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. 

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have toe jam. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away forever. 

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I’m sorry. I can’t go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. 

After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don’t have enough strength left.

June 29th, 2009

June 16th, 2009

Moderation is quite good, but only in moderation.

May 26th, 2009

If you tried to leave a comment, please try again, Hopefully It is working now.

May 22nd, 2009

Thankfully it was not this David R Day.

May 19th, 2009

There are two rules to success.

1)Don’t tell all you know.

May 17th, 2009

A very nice gentleman ask me if I wanted the Idaho Daily Statesman half off. . .

Told him if they cut in half again it will disappear.

While I am bashing the daily, does a full page ad still cost as much now that the paper the size of a half page?

Sometimes I wish I was still selling radio!

May 2nd, 2009

Now that the Media driven Swine Flu “Pandemic” crisis is fading, Boisee is wishing for a Thong Flu outbreak.

:Inspired by a Lee Blades Facebook entry.:

April 27th, 2009

This one showed up care of Debra Henning.

April 19th, 2009

Bear Creek Burger

Dr. Pepper

Bear Creek Lodge - 3492 Highway 55

April 13th, 2009

“My life is so screwed up I don’t even qualify for Dominoes bailout!”

April 8th, 2009

Clam Chowder with a veiw.
Ivars
1001 Alaskan Way
Seattle, WA 98104
(206) 624-6852

April 4th, 2009

Norman is one of the guys that made Boise a blues town. In this e-mail from his daughter( By way of Ken Harris.)  There is a link you should click the link and vote for Norm to be a part of the San Francisco radio hall of fame.

http://www.bayarearadio.org/hof/

April 1st, 2009