someone please clue me in… are we supposed to just ignore this?
Jeez… this is pathetic… is there a fund where I can donate to to get the Commander in Chief a walker?
That was before… this is now…
Oh wait… did I not ask if we should believe this?
Look at the dates of these videos people…
I fully acknowledge I am not that smart.. But I do wish to state I do not not think I am stupid. I mean, hell, even I in my diminished capacity of knowledge I could understand the movie “Catch 22″…
Tucker Carlson & Adam Corolla
Carlson is the rich kid…Carolla is the former carpenter…
the Frito Pie
Snyder, Texas… about 1963 or so…
There was a drive in restaurant (he says snickering)… I forget the name…. that served this cutting edge cuisine.
They would take a bag of Fritos and cut down the side lengthwise and open it up. Then they would pour in a good dose of chili… then they would sprinkle on some minced onions…some cheese…
Then they would hand it over to a teenage girl who would take it out to your car… you had the window rolled down with about 2 or 3 inches showing where she would place the tray upon your window. Then the driver would hand out the goodies.
You dined with a plastic fork … and a little paper bag of salt and pepper… it was a treat for a Saturday afternoon.
This is my re-creation…
C’mon this isn’t rocket surgery…
Yeah… you know you want some…
Well…maybe less onions (I can eat one like an apple)… and add plenty of cheese of your choice.
Of course add some onions in as you cook the chili in a pot.
Yeah… you know… a Frito Pie.
…me, Rush Limbaugh and Ron Howard
Firstly, take me out of the equation… Mr Howard was an Oklahoma kid… Mr Limbaugh was a Missouri kid. I was a mere West Texas kid. I was not quite as sophisticated as them… but I understood every word and idea they came up with. I could easily connect with them.
We were all born in 1951. So, once I learned that about each of them, I just had a natural curiosity… and a strange attachment that we may be similar in some way. Both of them were somewhat wholesome guys. (correct me if you care to… this is very subjective on my part). I watched the Andy Griffith show with my Dad… I usually seeked to find out what Opey was up to. I was usually curled up on the floor in front of our black and white TV with my head perched upon my hand with my elbow supporting this strange configuration (you switch positions 180 degress every few minutes… it is uncomfortable but compelling).
I listened to Rush daily starting in 1987 when I ran across his radio show… I agreed with everything he said… it was like he could read my mind. I listened from his beginning broadcast until his last. I was heartbroken when he died. I cried.
I root for Opey at every opportunity. The man has made a mark as a Director mostly oblivious to anyone but filmmakers. (I’m talking most normal people who don’t follow the insider stuff). Many people have no idea that Clint Eastwood is a Director… he is just Dirty Harry. Opey and Dirty Harry … hmmm… who is the most well known?
These were and are, two guys I am glad I had the opportunity to encounter in my life. I am fascinated with their minds. It seems our parents got horny at about the same time. Perhaps the stars were aligned… or it was cold nights…
Fun with Photoshop…
I was a little late to the party with Photoshop… I started with version 3… back in oh…say, the early 90s. I’m thinking maybe ’91?
I also have a BS degree in Radio, TV and Film. (a Film emphasis)
In 1987 I was employed as a pictorial painter doing billboards… by 1990 I had switched from painting them to designing them for print. Around that time (roughly) billboard painters were replaced by big honking printers for vinyl prints. Lucky for me, I saw the handwriting on the wall. Sign painters vanished in the billboard biz. I, however, did quite well on a computer as a graphics designer.
All of which is to give a little of my professional “creds” as they say.
This image is impossible.
By the word “impossible”, I mean to say it cannot be a photograph. It cannot be from a copy machine. It has to be an amalgamation of more than one image. A complete blithering idiot can see that a shadow is being cast on a two dimensional image. That is simply impossible.
Here is the definition of “two dimensions” from Merriam Webster. This is their definition for kids.
In the world of grade school science, even a small child knows that you have to have “height” in order for a shadow to be cast.
Here is the official government image of the document above…
The document above, is and was, possibly, the worst example of forgery I have ever seen. I cannot think of another image to compare with this level of absurdity. If you tell a lie loud enough and long enough it will become a fact I suppose, to morons and Progressive Democrats… but not to everyone. Know what I’m sayin’?
On second thought… there was the work of Salvador Dali.
And of course there is Monty Python…
Consider this…
The next time you are on the toilet dropping a Biden… ask yourself… “Why is the FBI ignoring the evidence from the computer that the crack-cocaine induced idiot son of the now President of the United States dropped off at a computer shop being ignored?” I mean hell, isn’t it their JOB to investigate evidence and, you know, prosecute criminals?
Oh wait… perhaps it WAS the Romans…
Or perhaps corrupt petty tyrants of the bureaucracy just want a fat pay check and to hell with anyone who gets in their way.
… a new Page … Philip Ludwell
before… or after… you read this Post…
Watch this …
You may get an insight to how I view life… and history… and just remember… I do not care what you think…
You will think what you want… I am, however, interested in truth…
the guy behind the blog…
A dear commenter (K) mentioned she was curious about me [and how I mapped} more or less…
I have a 27 inch Mac… I have concerns because I know many of you have smaller screens.
A year ago, after I retired from a real job, I bought a second monitor. ( the price is scary… but look how cool it is).
Behind me, at my reach, is several abstract books from Isle of Wight, or Chowan… oh hell.. here is a picture…
I need to replace a couple books… yeah I know … but I’m like Rodney Dangerfield, I get no respect… they are just books…tools.
But more importantly are several people I have at my access… Traci the Librarian, David Gammon, Jennifer from California and the numerous contributors from my blog.
The hairs on the couch are from Honey Bunn, my son’s dog that I dog sit. She is a pit bull that breaks up fights with other dogs… really.
The glass is an Old Fashioned… with an orange wedge and Old Crow… with bitters of course.
Sharing… not lecturing…
I’m 71 yrs old now… when I was 35 or so, I found myself divorced from what I thought was a life long companion. She hit the road and I raised three kids by myself… with their help. We live within a few miles of each other today, we are close… its a ‘family’ thing.
Finding myself in that position was hard for a guy raised as I was in a small town. When I rode my bike as a kid of twelve years old, I just took it as normal that a big honking, kid-eating f***ing big ass dog would come out to eat me… it wasn’t a big deal… you just peddled your ass off to gain some speed and out ran the dog. Your heart pounded quite a bit.
As a divorced, older, former twelve year old, I needed a little help understanding how to out run a big f***ing man eating dog as a divorcee raising kids… and trying to understand life.
Eric Berne.
I read Nietzsche… good gawd.. good luck understanding him or Kant… I did not then nor now have the time nor interest. You have to dig in deep like a tick to understand those guys. Arthur Schopenhauer was cool… he would go to a restaurant and leave a gold coin on the table (in view of the waiter) … he had a personal bet that if the conversation around him was ever different than politics or sports he would leave the coin as a tip. He was known for not leaving tips. He was before the American Civil War… say 1830s… when he was hungry.
Eric Berne.
I read Sigmund Freud… good luck with the Id, Ego, and Super Ego.
Eric Berne brought the bulls**t of Freud down to my small town level of intelligence.
I found out that being smart is finding out how to understand what smart people are saying.
I’ve been watching the “Games People Play” for 35 years now… The good Dr. was and still is my crutch.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Berne
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Oh… and if you are youngish… and really want to understand where the so called “cutting edge” of current psychology is then try to understand… and let me make you understand that being smart is not easy.
Jordan Peterson may not have ever even heard of my guy ‘Eric Berne’. It does not matter, I have… and I am the one explaining this game…Berne interpreted Freud… at a bit later time… Jordan Peterson interpreted the Bible. (Jordan Peterson is still doing it now)… I dare you. Find your own footnotes.
Study these two… they were smart… you are not. Yet.
George Jackson…
Who the hell IS this guy?
I can’t find NUTHIN’ on this guy…. a little help?
My meager attempt to add this Mary Jackson is just a shot in the dark…
My objective is just to fill up this space on my map…
a study “Boon’s Ferry”
I may be a bit early, but I am pretty much convinced this is accurate…
I would further hazard a guess that it is likely that “Boon’s Road” was an Indian Trail before any White folks set foot in the area… but yeah… good luck proving that. smiling
There is also a deed in Northampton that refers to the “mouth” of Rushins Branch… (in conjunction to the Meherrin River).
And now we get to why I am interested in Rushins Branch…
All of which leads me one more step closer to finding that damnable ‘missing’ patent of William Browne of 1706. (all thanks to some clues by commenter William Brown, thank you, sir). whew
Andersons of Colonial N. Carolina 