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Cicero

beebs — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 04:28:01 +0000

There exists a law, not written down anywhere, but inborn in
our hearts; a law which comes to us not by training or custom
or reading; a law which has come to us not from theory but from
practice, not by instruction but by natural intuition. I refer
to the law which lays it down that, if our lives are endangered
by plots or violence or armed robbers or enemies, any and every
method of protecting ourselves is morally right.

-Marcus Tulius Cicero
(106-53 BC)

$67.14

beebs — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:23:23 +0000

Prices are out of control at the local Lucky’s Grocery Store in Raccoon City.

No steaks no fish fillets, ridiculous. Just a few things we needed.

Oh Barak. We beseech thee! Lighten everyone’s load.

Sports for the new year.

beebs — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 08:20:27 +0000

Pro Basketball is a wasteland. They are spending so much for the élite players that they can’t pay for the junior players.

Pro football exists to generate millions for the teams that again go to a few players. Buffalo out stampeding.

I watched a pro ice hockey game from start to finish today and was much impressed with the game. I have watched some back in college but that has been thirty odd years ago.

So now I have something to look forward to on Sunday afternoons.

MY FRIEND, Ted the dog.

beebs — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 08:27:28 +0000

Ted has been puny for several months lots of coughing and dry heaves. So I took him to the vets and he has congestive heart failure. The two x-rays were definitive.

He was started on 3 medicines. The vet says, “One month or two years life expectancy, you choose.”

Pretty easy choice to make.

A simple thought.

beebs — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 22:12:27 +0000

You know, the parasitical class in Sacramento and the District

of Columbia believe the people have inexhaustible resources.

They’re wrong.

“And we’ll have machines….”

beebs — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 17:08:13 +0000

One word: Skynet.

The KILLS, First Concert for me in 28 years.

beebs — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 08:49:48 +0000

The Kills at The Fox Theater. It looks like they have spent a
ton of money, even the restrooms were spotless.

The Kills were playing in the Fox Theater in downtown
Oakland one night only. I invited my daughter to go
with me.

The warmup bands were okay, well, no the second one
blew chunks. But the Kills made up for it with their
first note.

Girls were dancing around both straight and not. I
distinctly smelled dope on the way to the restroom.
Everyone was happy,

And that is the point.

Socialism in Second Grade.

beebs — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 05:20:16 +0000

I read on another site that Mrs OBAMA is on a child nutrition
kick and wants all the schools to serve spinach with beansprouts
on the side. That’s all we need, big Momma in the lunchroom.

I was a puny kid in second grade, not from not eating enough,
just that I burned it off. We were allowed to bring in a snack
to eat in the mid afternoon. I kept my snack in my coat pocket
in the vestibule. For a spell, when I went to get my snack with
my classmates I found my snack missing.

The teacher caught one of my classmates pilfering my snack
and it was rationalized to me by her that “Perhaps he needs
it more than you.” I didn’t know what socialism was then,
but it is a perfect example.

NEVER take another Puff.

beebs — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 22:16:02 +0000

I was on the nicotine gum to kick the nicotine snus habit. I had a moment of clarity and cold turkeyed off the gum, and recommend Sites like Joel’s.

22 hours, bitches, hump day is day three. drink black coffee.
46 hours so far easy.
4 days, no nicotine today
eighteen days bitches. No more craves, still drinking coffee.
Thirty two days, hosers.

I got it dicked, two months. I like strong coffee as a palliative.

beebs

Field Day, 1981

beebs — Sun, 22 May 2011 00:47:47 +0000

The USTAFISH’S entire crew except the CO, XO and the XO’s yeoman field day. We were preparing to get ORSED.

Since I was the new kid on the block, I got to tag along with the Captain when field day was over. The Captain had selected the Engine Room as object of his (and my) scrutiny.

The Senior nuke, who happened to be a MMCS, was practically dancing with the CO to keep him happy. We checked everywhere and the CO pointed out weak areas to the MMCS and I.

The CO turned to me and said, “Now Ensign beebs you know what I think clean is.”