Attention,
Leftaholics!
Ye
olde Friday cartoone will be late today.
Go, and make
merry. But come back when you're done for
progressive fun and surprises.
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Mattress
Stuffers
 Here's
how bad it really is: The world's billionaires
are holding an average
of $600 million in cash... each.
That's cash, not stocks or bonds or real
estate or Cheerios box-tops or North Korean
sex slaves. And the reason they have all
this
cash
laying
around
is
they're
afraid
they
might run short
of dough should there another carefully-orchestrated world
recession, like the one that occurred in
2008. It's not being invested because they
were spooked by, yes, Bush's recession,
plus they've now missed the recent Wall
Street boat. Yes, they could invest it
in new businesses
but they don't, because they're not job
creators.
Cough.
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Note: Sorry, girls boys
and everything in between, no extra cartoon
today.
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When National Public Radio
first hit the Dallas airwaves back in '74
it was mostly
"All
Things
Considered" plus
a lot of other stuff. While we waited patiently
for "Car Talk" and "Wait,
Wait, Don't Tell Me" we got classic
radio shows, radio theatre, eclectic
music,
and Jean
Shepherd. Every night at 10PM they'd play
an hour of his timeless
radio programs and I'd listen rapturously as I labored
at
my trusty turret lathe in the bowels of
the machine shop.
I, of course, knew of Mr. Shepherd. I'd occasionally
read
stories that he'd written
for magazines
but I didn't
know
about his radio program. Boy,
was I hooked. I proceeded to scrounge the
library for every syllable he'd ever written. Articles
in Car
& Driver, Motor Trend, and Playboy,
plus all of his books. I got to know all
the intimate details of "Ralphie" and
his life growing up in Hohman, Indiana
before 99% of the rest of America even
knew he
existed.
That changed with "A Christmas
Story" though I have to say
that I was more than a little disappointed
as no
mere movie
could hold a candle to the
pageant that unfolded in my head every
time I read his description of the Bumpass
hounds, or his father's never-ending struggle
with the furnace.
Now the movie is firmly
clasped to the seasonal bosom of America,
as indispensable as Christmas trees and
AA batteries. All I know is that it makes
my seasonal decorating REAL easy.
=Lefty=
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