Thursday, August 07, 2008

Marijuana definitely beats the profit margin on Girl Scout Cookies

The police have have found thousands of marijuana plants at a Girl Scout camp in Indiana (Camp Ella J. Logan), according to CBS News. At Camp Brinkley and Camp Omache, in Boy Scouts, all that ever semed to grow were nettles.

5,000 plants were growing at Camp Ella J. Logan. State troopers spotted them from an airplane.

Girls Scout officials were "dismayed" to learn of this, according to Sherri Weidman, chief executive of the Limberlost Girl Scout Council.
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Dick Cheney to run for Vice President again (don't laugh, he's still eligible)?

John McCain told Dick Cheney he would have liked to pick him as his Vice-President, if only he had won. Well, Senator, there's still time, and you have the opportunity in the next couple of weeks.

The best part, Senator McCain: he's already been well-investigated, and he is eligible to run for Vice President once again. And, unlike, you he WAS born in the United States.


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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Jack Brummet: Growing Up Hillbilly:::An index of growing up tales


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I am posting this (and, yeah, I know it's sort of a repeat)...well, just because. The way blogs work--or at least my rudimentary understanding of how I think they work--is you have to post something to have it appear uniquely on the internet and be able to reference it. So, I am posting a list of my Growing Up stories, or at least the ones I can still track down, to link to in my sidebar like I do with the poems. I even take stabs at writing a book about growing up hillbilly. I have at least five new ones in long-time germination (Dad; The Kent Bus Depot; The Hook Arm, the Wooden Leg, False teeth, and Girdles - My people; Growing Up Hillbilly (they stopped here because you'd need a boat to go further); The Liquor Store, The Butcher, and The Barber).

These are, so far, stories of things that I saw or that happened to me, mostly in the 1950's and 60's, but with some gems from the 70's, 80's, and 90's as well.



Jack, and John Newton Brummet II, camping on the Bumping River on Mount Rainier - click to enlarge


Articles, posts, and screeds, on Jack Brummet Growing Up:
The Greyhound Bus Depot in Kent, Washinton: Going To Red's

Square Dance At Valley Elementary
Foot Washing Baptists & The Catholic Devils
Cruising the Renton loop with a keg of nails
My Worst Jobs: McGoo
My Pathetic Political Career
The Month They Tried To Kill Me
My Worst Jobs - Brewburger
Stopping By Richard Nixon's
Defensive Daydreaming
My Worst Jobs - Design Insanity - Hype, Shuck, and Jive In The Dot-Com Years
My Worst Jobs - SALSA
Jerry Melin, still missing, still missed
18,906 Days On Turtle Island
The Day I went Bald
My Jobs (List Number 9)
My Favorite Rock and Jazz Shows More Shows I've seen over the years
Growing Up In Kent, Washington: Tarheels, Hayseeds, Hillbillies, and Crackers
Uncle Guy, more hillbilly cred, and living a good life
Jerry Melin, Master Forger
My Worst job ever!:::::McGoo
Jerry Melin, still missing and still missed
Fishing With The Old Man
Uncle Romey
The Time I Got Drunk With Roy Rogers
Kent, Washington
It Can Happen Here: Japanese Relocation Camps, 1942-1946
More on the El Rancho Drive-in in Kent, Washington
Snack bar ads, intermission countdowns, and the El Rancho drive-in
A Blog for Phil Kendall
Four more images of Kent, Washington in the 40's and 50's
Kent, Washington's Meeker Street 1946
Too good to leave in the comments: Scooter and the Hell's Angel Heavy chug-a-lug
Scooter and $2 all you can drink beer day at the Sundowner circa 1973
My Grandma's tavern in Carnation, Wash.
My Dog Slugger
Hucking Eggs in Kent, Washington
Home-made Hillbilly Toys
Square Dance At Valley Elementary
Foot Washing Baptists & The Catholic Devils
How I came to be named Jack
Hillbilly Cred
Cruising the Renton loop with a keg of nails
My Worst Jobs: 50 Tons of Sand
My Pathetic Political Career
Defensive Daydreaming (the second poem in these links, and one of my favorites)
"Chicken Thieves Busy in Kent And Vicinity"
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Steppenwolf's version of Hoyt Axton's The Pusher (with lyrics)

Easy Rider (1969) is the first movie I saw where Rock and Roll was an integral part of the movie. Yeah, there were some others...five years earlier, A Hard Day's Night was an unbelievable music movie. But this was something else. It was an actual movie, with real actors...including Jack Nicholson's over the top cameo. The songs were edgy, and on the cutting edge, including this great tune by Steppenwolf...the highest fidelity version I could locate is this one, with a "psychedelic" fan video. The Pusher blew our young minds when we heard it. It was written by the late great Hoyt Axton...




The Pusher
by Hoyt Axton

You know I've smoked a lot of grass
O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
Ah, if you live or if you die

God damn, The Pusher
God damn, I say The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream

God damn, The Pusher
God damn, God damn the Pusher
I said God damn, God, God damn The Pusher man

Well, now if I were the president of this land
You know, I'd declare total war on The Pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he'd run
Yes I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun

God damn The Pusher
Gad damn The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man

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Paris Hilton's video response to John McCain's Obama attack ad featuring her...

Say what you will about Paris Hilton (who am I to care if she wears no underwear?), she hits a zinger with this little ad.



See more funny videos at Funny or Die

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Some favorite songs about dancing



  • Dance to the music - Sly and the Family Stone
  • Cool Jerk - The Capitols
  • Tighten Up - Archie Bell & The Drells
  • D.M.S.R. - Prince (Dance, music, sex, romance)
  • Twisting - They Might Be Giants
  • Dancing In The Street - Martha and the Vandellas
  • Shake a Tail Feather - Ray Charles
  • The Locomotion - Little Eva
  • Land of 1000 Dances - Wilson Pickett
  • Dance Dance Dance - The Beach Boys
  • Twistin' the Night Away - Sam Cooke/Rod Stewart/Divine
  • Last Dance - Neil Young
  • Get Up (I Feel Like Being A Sex Machine) - James Brown
  • Billie Jean - Michael Jackson
  • Rock and roll music - Chuck Berry/The Beatles/The Beach Boys
  • Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits
  • Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley
  • The Freddy - Freddy and the Dreamers

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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Adolph Hitler sings the theme from an American TV program (YouTube)

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Barack Obama in McCain desperation ad: "We are the ones we've been waiting for..."


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John Edwards to take DNA Test in hopes of tamping down baby mama story?


John Edwards and his alleged girlfriend/baby mama Rielly Hunter

This John Edwards-Rielle Hunter love child matter keeps simmering, and spattering, on the back burner. There isn't enough evidence for the mainstream media to do much with the story, but the Republican and Neocon and tabloid blogs make up for their caution. Senator, how will you put this to rest without taking a DNA test, and maybe then slapping the National Enquirer with a big defamation suit that you could even prosecute yourself, After all,
win, lose, or draw on the love-child allegations. . .your goose is cooked, politically. . .no matter how it turns out in the end. In short, you have nothing to lose, Senator Edwards.

The evidence is shaky enough that The Wikipedia won't even let people edit a John Edwards article. And it has had some edits these last couple of weeks, you can bet on that.


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I don't see any way around a DNA test. John Edwards already said he didn't do it. Rielle said he didn't do it. Andrew Young said he is the father. And the story keeps circulating. The story seems so improbable, and his early denunciations so vehement that you had to guess that there was nothing there (but then how many politicians--except Elliott Spitzer--'fess up right away? On the other hand, the National Enquirer did find him in a Los Angeles Hotel, skulking around at 2:45 AM, and even hiding in the bathroom...and this is from an impartial, Non-Enquirer worker at the hotel. We have yet to see a photo or video however.

Three weeks ago, he was bandied about in the mainstream media as a strong VP candidate, and if not the VP, then Attorney General. We haven't heard any more about that lately. This has to put Obama in something of a pickle too.

John Edwards, this silence thing is not working very well for you. It's time to go to the mats and fight the story, or to drop your ambitions and walk away from it forever. If the story is true, you are lower than a snake's sphincter, and if it's false then you deserve to make life miserable for your false accusers. It's one or the other now; the story isn't going away.

It just struck me that if Andrew Young is the father, and the child has now been born, wouldn't a photo possibly clear this up (or put the lie to the Young paternity story)? Andrew Young is African-American, after all, and wouldn't that at least give some credence to the story...whichever way you are swinging with it?
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Drawing: the evil-eye-stink-eye; hairy eyeball; battleaxe glare


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