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CHEW-bacca:a.k.a. ''The Digger''
Introducing our black dog. Another cast off animal rescued from the streets. Making herself at home and making trouble. Having her cake and eating it. Have a great weekend!
Hugh loves ya, Baby! (and little dogs, too!)
Angel face - demonic mind
Keep Away From Children
Keep away from children
reads the label on the box
Keep away from children
with their little curly locksIt’s best to know reality
when dealing with a child
don’t be mislead by awkwardness
among those meek and mildThey’ll bear their teeth or thrust a claw
as soon as backs are turned
These battle scars displayed will prove
those bitter lessons learnedAnd don’t be fooled for when they sleep
They dream on endlessly
Of Mom and Pop both cast adrift
upon a boundless seaWith noses running their germs
they spread like sweeping prairie fire
So wash your hands when handling them
or consequences could be direTheir innocence may hide the truth
of this you can be sure
We must unmask their perfidy
to have a most certain cureYou never know just what
these little tykes might do
So stay away from children
If you know what’s good for you
Doing what kids do best
And he needs a teleprompter for this?
Boogers… they’re not just for breakfast anymore!
The old man used to say that our leaders in Washington just stood around picking their noses while the country was going to Hell. I wish he was alive to see this.
“Use your entrenching tool, FOOL!”
And I’m Justin Zane!
''Didn't your mother ever tell you that it is impolite to point?''
As the old saying goes…
“You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose; but you can’t pick your friends nose.”
Among nose picking Americans 65.1% use their index finger, 20.2% use their pinky, and 16.4% use their thumb (must have BIG nostrils to fit a thumb in) as their instrument of choice.
And I’m Justin Zane
''Just help the poor bastard get down''
We have a little political humor for you this morning. This one is from Joe S. It seems he is still recovering from the weekend activities at the big blowout at Notre Dame. Seems the Fighting Irish destroyed the competition on Saturday.
This joke appears to have been around awhile and has been applied to several politicians. Included among them are George Bush and our current Commander in thief, the Illustrious Barack Obama. I am an equal opportunity critic and will lampoon politicos on both sides of the isle. So don’t get your panties in a bunch if you are a big fan of POTUS.
While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, whose hand was caught in the squeeze gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his role as our president.
The old rancher said, ‘Well, ya know, Obama is a ‘Post Turtle.’
Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him, what a ‘post turtle’ was.
The old rancher said, ‘When you’re driving down a country road
and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post turtle.’The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face so he continued to explain.
“You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, he’s elevated beyond his ability to function, and you just wonder what kind of dumb ass put him up there to begin with.”
Some have accused me of being lazy the last few months. Not true, I’m just working on many other projects and making time to spend with “The Chiefie” who deserves my attention and devotion. I’ll be back real soon.
Hugh loves ya, Baby ~ Hugh Betcha
''We All End Up Taking It In The End!''
In case you haven’t heard, there is a shortage of drugs in this country. No, not the illicit drugs that people have accused me and my Droogs of abusing. There seem to be plenty of those. I’m referring to the pharmaceuticals the other drug cartels push on us. More to the point, the Dwarfs at the big Pharma Corps that dominate the medical industry have ceased producing many vital generic drugs because they find it unprofitable. Their definition of profit is probably a bit skewed from yours or mine. In addition contaminated materials used to produce these medical marvels have been coming here from overseas suppliers.
Needless to say that a “gray market” has arrived on the scene to fill the void and implement its own brand of profiteering. Prices on some drugs have risen in multiples too high (up to 600%) for Bucky to count on his fingers and toes. So here is my timeline for how this story will play out in the coming months.
November 20, 2011 – Drug Shortage Worsens As Major Pharmaceutical Companies Shift From Generics”
February 10, 2012 – Senator Bullhorn calls for Congressional Inquiry Into Drug Supplies
March 8, 2012 – Congressional Hearings Held To Find Cause of Drug Shortages
April 22, 2012 – Big Pharma reports record profits In Q1: CEOs issue Huge Bonus Checks To Top Execs
May 12, 2012 - Complicity Accused In Drug Shortages: Deliberate Contamination Suspected Of Overseas Suppliers To Big Pharma
June 15, 2012 – Senate Committee Points To Supply Manipulation As Evidence of Profiteering By Big Pharma
July 7,2012 - China Admits Fault With Quality Control In Supplies To Drug Companies: Denies Conspiracy
July 18, 2012 – Q2 Profits Peak For Big Pharma: More Bonuses For Big Execs
August 18, 2012 – Congress Demands Answers From FDA On Drug Shortages: Death Toll Rises
September 8, 2012 – Collusion Linked to Drug Supply Problems: CEOs To Tesitfy Before Congressional Hearings
October 11, 2012 – Senator Imurpuppet Sponsors Bill To Provide Incentives To Big Pharma
November 8, 2012 – Drug Crisis Averted As Congress Passes New Legislation
December 21, 2012 – Business As Usual: American People Get Screwed, Again!
I guess the story has been the same since the beginning of time, only the names of the players have changed. No indictments, no convictions and certainly no accountability! We’ll see what 12-22-2012 brings to the table. Welcome to the new Millenium.
Ladies and Gents, Bucky has left the planet!
Ephemeral beauty of nature * Eternal beauty of Love
This morning brings news of events of a personal nature that always serve to remind me how much we all need to have more patients and tolerance in our dealings with others. We should always practice civility in our interactions with everyone we encounter; whether they are friends, family or total strangers. They deserve our respect and to be treated as we would expect others to treat us.
Having said that, I’d like to point out that some of the email comments have gone a bit beyond unkind. I realize that we do alot of clowning around, but there’s clowning and then there is clowning. Some of the remarks made about the post by Noah Pinion were truly insulting. As inappropriate as it may have been for him to reprint that junk he culled from the Spam Filter, it in no way excuses the unwarranted barrage of apsersions cast upon the character of young Noah, and on his genetic background. Admittedly, he does suffer from Asperger’s Syndrome. So, no more personal threats of dismemberment or other forms of physical or emotional abuse will be tolerated. No more, or I’ll whack your pee-pee off. And furthermore; stalkers will hereafter be shot on-sight. I’m not kidding this time.
My real purpose today is to ask you to reflect upon where it is you plan to be tomorrow and the next day, and are you headed in the direction that will take you there. I’m not advocating any political or religious agenda here. I’m thinking more philosophical or metaphysical than that. I’m asking you to set aside 15 minutes to contemplate – in relative peace and quiet – the goals and dreams you’ve nutured secretly, or perhaps shared with a trusted confidant. Take a moment to seek inside yourself for all the answers to all your questions. They really do reside in there.
Whenever you prepare to commune with your inner spirit, remember to put yourself in a relaxed and meditative state by practicing recognized breathing techniques and seating yourself in quiet comfortable surroundings. The ritual of burning incense is optional but is recommended for awakening emotional expressions of self. Favored aromas often spark memories and feelings that can inspire or uplift us. As with music and other external stimuli they can be focused to stimulate the psychic aspect of our being and evoke favorablle results when meditating on aspects of our future well being.
I leave to everyone that I communicate with through the website, email and other electronic media, the how and when to schedule your personal periods of introspection. With those that I have the pleasure of sharing daily meditative experiences, I am able to pass along any benefit derived from group meditation. I’ve found that there is a bonding and sharing that occurs among those who are serious students of meditation in a group setting. It can be as addictive as Zumba. Maybe it could be thought of as Zumba for the Soul. To me it is simply reaching a natural level of connectedness to others and to our divine spirit; but it should be left to personal preference.
After you have visualized your objective adequately enough to have formed a detailed understanding of the who, where, when of these future events as you have imagined them; I want you to immediately write them down in a journal. Add as much detail as you can. Recording your experiences in a journal will help you in times when it becomes necessary to review your progress along the path. Just like it says on the bottle: “Lather, rinse and repeat.” Working into a regular routine of getting your “Me time” will improve your ability to get results in contacing and exploring your inner being. Practice, practice, practice. And don’t forget to share the Love.
~ Hugh Loves ya, Baby. Hugh Betcha!
'''A new dawn upon an unfamiliar landscape.''
There should be little doubt remaining that the world is experiencing a transformation into a new and more dynamic reality. It goes beyond the advent of the Internet, Social Networking and a host of new technological gadgets; even beyond the toppling of oppressive dictatorships across the globe. I see it as a new way of experiencing reality that is unfolding.
While many fear the dire predictions of an approaching apocalypse of disaster in 2012, I welcome the dawning of a new age of enlightenment. As with the lifting of a veil – which is the true meaning of apocalypse – I believe that in this time human kind will be able to perceive a truer sense of self and of purpose. A new balance of power and influence will replace the old system that is fraught with problems.
Though I’m sure there will be continued reports of earthquakes, floods and volcanic activity, along with cosmic bodies plummeting to earth; I don’t predict that any catastrophic event will occur to bring about the destruction of the race of man.
Instead it will amount to a change of thought, and a perception of being so radical that it will lead to the eventual dismantling of the old destructive paradigms of the addictive processes that rule many aspects of government and social life, including religion and education.
When greed is finally vanquished, want and needfor material necessities will disappear. When sloth is banished from our nature, then a spirit of cooperation and full participation will dominate the social landscape. Archaic archetypes of top-down control will be supplanted by a more lateral structure of union. Somewhat like a hive mentality; the term, though, is grossly inadequate in describing this concept. An intuitive system will mean all of us has a niche to fill, each according to our abilities.
The new paradigm will end the exploitation of labor and resources, permitting the full cultivation of individual talents thus allowing everyone to pursue their personal passions of expression, and leading to a healthier, happier social clime that will exemplify our unity as a species.
I have never subscribed to the failed policies of socialism, but neither have I held unwavering faith in the nature of of capitalism as it is currently practiced, which has proved so easily corrupted. Free Enterprise, within the framework of a new paradigm, would operate unshackled from restriction and regulation. Unfair competitive practices would not stifle motivation or innovation when no one is disenfranchised from the benefits created through human productivity.
Through the stimulation of the psychic self man will establish the telepathic avenues of communication that will join our race, cementing our unity as foremost in our nature. This result will be the evolution of New Aquarians While there have certainly been New Age doctrines espoused for many years, it is under the new regime that we must no longer remain dogmatists and enslaved to an obsolete thought matrix. I have practiced meditation and visualization techniques along with proper breathing and vocal intonation to awaken the psychic body in order to elevate the physical being. I have discovered that during inhalation my senses are similar to plunging into a cool lake or stream. A feeling of exultation exists at the apex of breathe. This is my celestial state of being. As I exhale I descend into thoughtfulness, this is my material state of being. I alternate between the two as the air resonates with intonation of sounds.
As we master these techniques and transform ourselves, along with our environment, we will have transcended the old reality; and those who do not adapt with it will be left behind to become extinct with the former world of reality.
When we choose the path of self discovery with the objective of exploring our divine nature; when we can understand and appreciate that we must live in the moment and not for the moment, the time will have come when the past becomes THEN and the future becomes NOW!
Those of you in other parts of the country may think me dense for being so slow in getting the message – others think me dense for a variety of reasons – but summer has definitely taken flight and left us the diminishing light of Autumn days. It’s a time that I tend to wax poetic when I should be out waxing “The Chiefie’s” truck. It takes me longer to become aware of the seasonal transition because of the warm weather we enjoy in SE Arizona. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The folks from the hinterlands of the Mississippi River area of the Midwest often post on FaceBook, the unmistakable reminders of Winter’s inevitable arrival. The reminders that tell us the leaves of Autumn are flush with an array of color and the trees have begun to shed their plummage. The briskness in the air brings to my mind the lines from this old favorite of my Irish kin, “Oh, Danny Boy” – it’s one of my favorites, too. It is the lyrics of this song that cause my spirit to return to the region of my birhtplace, and to bask in the retreating warmth of the fading summer’s light. It causes me to reflect upon the changes that occur with such subtlety that it makes them almost escape our notice. Yet, like the tolling of church bells it harkens change, and the forward progress of daily life is briefly arrested as one’s breath is cooled in the morning air while daylight lifts the veil of twilight.
The history of this song dates back just about a century, though the melody – Londonderry Air (credited to Jane Ross of Limavady) – was collected from a fiddle player of the mid-19th century. The author of it’s lyric, Frederic Weatherly, claims there is “nothing of the rebel song in it, and no note of bloodshed”, despite it’s popularity among Sinn Feiners and Ulstermen alike, all around the globe.
''A change of season that signals the approaching twilight''
Regardless of it’s usage at funerals or the meaning it holds for many pertaining to the Irish dispora, to me it is the tender heartbreak of parting, with the expected seperation by death, that lends it such gravity. The permanence of this departure is inevitable and is a motivation to cherish, to cultivate, and to enrich relationships with those who love us and are loved by us.
Of the dozens of singers to have recorded this emotional ballad, none does it better than Country singer Ray Price. He is remembered by many of us over the age of 30 – well over – as the man who popularized many country classics and old standards alike. At the age of 85 he continues to entertain fans. But even his final curtain draws near. So I must be sustained in the knowledge he will live on in the memories of his faithful followers. May we all leave a legacy of a life filled with warm love and compassionate tenderness. And may all those glowing embers of remembrance retain the spirit of our souls forever. I hope you enjoy this video selection as much as I do.
~ Hugh Betcha
'' It's my day in the barrel again.''
It was my day to clean out the Spam filter and take out the trash here at Hugh Cares! We all have to take turns doing the dirty work around here. Hugh has to pay to keep the lights on, so being low man on the totem pole, the task of tossing out the spam fell to me, Noah Opinion. When it comes to performing menial tasks I really don’t have much to say on the subject. Mom always said all work is God’s work so long as it’s honest.
She also used to say, “don’t play with your food.” But as I went through the gunk trapped in the Spam (not really food) filter I realized I may just be tossing out the baby with the bath water. After reading through a couple of these missives left for our comment panels, I came to appreciate the utter lack of meaning and the beautiful assymetry of this obviously computer generated prose. I found myself enraptured by the imagery that erupted spontaneously from my subconscious. It was reminiscent of the years I spent in therapy. Not to worry, I’m feeling much better now! And I’m always reminded to “Take my Meds!”
I quite understand the purpose of this writing, as it is somehow meant to gain approval and slip onto the comments section of Blogs like ours, and thus provide a link to some off-shore pharmacy site or a more dubious porn site in Russia or the Ukraine – not that I have ever looked. But when other software robots – Hugh uses a utility called Akismet – are scanning and diverting such junk to the old bit bucket, how is it they hope to see the light of day? Hell, don’t ask me, I’m Noah Pinion. I have no thoughts on the matter. I just want to add that I’ve deleted the links for your health and safety, and have also given titles to these deliciously succinct works of flash fiction, but perhaps they needed none.
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Hugh promises to return tomorrow with some of his usual tripe. Until next time, don’t forget: life is too short for arguing, so it’s best to keep IT to yourself. And I’m Noah Pinion.
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