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Providence Canyon

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on May 31, 2008





PG arrived to get DD at 8:02 . This was two minutes after he had planned to arrive, which is pretty punctual. Going through L5P and the Krog tunnel, they arrived at the Flap palace at 8:34. Dr. B and the resident were there, waiting for Dr. C. He was taking MARTA, and delayed at the Lindbergh Station. There was a phone call at 9am. Flap went to the Inman Park station to get Dr. C, while PG, DD, and Dr. B proceeded in the black Jetta. The plan was to go down Moreland to I285, and on down to Providence Canyon. The Hiram two would meet them at the park.
The turn onto I185 was missed. PG had a map, and saw a highway that would connect them onto the correct interstate with little time lost. The rest of the trip down was spent playing roadkill bingo and driving funny around trailer parks.
Finally  the players arrived at the park and made an emergency visit to the first available restroom. The Hiram two made the trip from Atlabama in good time , and had been waiting a half hour. The first item on the agenda was the white trail. This was a three mile trail at the top of the canyon, and was different from the seven mile red trail. Nobody had a permit for the red trail, so the white trail was the way to go.
It was a hot early summer day in Middle Georgia, with lots of direct sun and humidity. PG was glistening as he trailed behind the others going up the hill to the other side of the canyon. There was a sign imploring hikers to use good judgment while enjoying the park. The sign made a deep impression on Dr. C.
There was a homestead on the site of Providence Canyon once. Some vehicles were abandoned, and left behind. Dr. C. took a close look at the vehicles, after his experience on MARTA. There did seem to be a problem with taking delivery of the vehicles, not to mention none of them having a motor.
The red trail ended at the parking lot, not far from the initial pitstop. At first the crew was walking back on the road to the cars and food, but cooler heads prevailed. It was noted that, on a previous trip to the canyon, PG had walked on the floor of the canyon. The rim trail was a good workout, and the trees were pretty, but had few knockout views of the canyon.
There was a group of ladies resting on a bench. The hikers discussed the situation with the ladies, and one of whom had a map of the park. A decision was made to go down the hill and walk in the creekbed until the hikers reached the floor of the canyons. The ladies also took a group picture of the hikers.
The floor of the canyons yielded some spectacular sights. The canyon is the result of shaky land management. The land was cleared for farming, and started to erode when it rained. The gullies grew to 150 feet deep, revealing many colors. The site is sometimes called Georgia”s Little Grand Canyon. Indeed, there are more pine trees there than in the Arizona Canyon.
After a few minutes exploring this glorious natural disaster, the hikers went back up the hill, and got water from the cooler. They got in the vehicles, went to the covered picnic table, and had lunch.




Like a Bearskin Rug

Posted in Religion by chamblee54 on May 30, 2008


P.G. was driving down a road in Marietta when he passed a bar. The sign in front advertised “KY Jelly Wrestling”.
The implications were clear and slippery.
A bar in Marietta was involved in a spectacular DUI case a few years back. A patron was driving home when his pickup truck swerved off the road, and went under the guy wire of a telephone pole. His passenger had his head stuck out the window, where it was separated from his body by the guy wire. The driver continued home. He went to bed without changing his clothes.
P.G. thinks it was the same bar, but would not want to say something like that in black and white…or whatever color he choses to print this.

His thoughts were distracted a few minutes later by some radio nonsense. A whiner, who is an attorney, was saying that
” a statement is not a lie unless you knew it was false when you said it”. While technically true, this does not absolve the person who spreads falsehoods of responsibility.
The whiner at law was referring to remarks by President Bush before the War in Babylon. Mr. Bush may have felt that Iraq did indeed have weapons of mass destruction. There is reason to believe that Saddam bought poison gas from The United States when he was our ally…and Daddy Bush was Vice President. Bush the Younger is reported to have demanded the CIA give him “evidence” of WMD’s in Iraq, so that he could justify his war lust. When people told him what he wanted to hear, he did not dig deeply to make sure it was true.
His lips were moving when he said it.
Technically it was not a lie. Nor was it telling the truth.
Finally, before the weekend gets started, here is a minstrel show.
A clergyman from the Roman Pedophile Church was speaking at the Trinity United Church of Christ. You know, the one that Barack Obama went to for twenty years, but never heard the preacher say anything really bad.
This pasty white goes to a black church and carries on like a true soul brother. I wonder if he talks like that when he is talking to a white audience.
As for his claim that Hillary thought she deserved the nomination because she was white…what color were the other Democrats that sought the nomination?

Shades of Gray

Posted in Religion by chamblee54 on May 29, 2008

A clean pair of socks is change you can believe in…The intangibles include believe, respect, good will, and trust. Semantic fine tuning aside, these words mean the same thing… A man has to believe in something. I believe I will have a drink. W.C. Fields said that… A cynic is someone who knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing. A discussion on belief needs balance… Mr. Barnum once said “there is a sucker born every minute”. This belief served Mr. Barnum abundantly… Miss Teenage South Carolina gave a famous speech. The first three words were ” I personally believe”… Anyone can quote the Bible. To do so without the trust of the listener is to speak in vain… Opinions are like a smelly,though productive, body part. What does this say about beliefs?… If you express your thought in less than twenty two words there is no need to continue…Believe is a seven letter word. The first two letters are BE. The next three letters are LIE…Cher had a hit song called “Believe” The hair is a wig, the plastic surgery is paid for, but do you believe… John 3:16 has more than 22 words. That verse helps reduce Jesus to a scheme for life after death… My opinions about G-d, the Bible, Jesus, and Life after Death are none of your business… This rumination was inspired by twentytwowords.com. The twentytwo word limit was observed in most of these passages.

Number One Hits

Posted in Uncategorized, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on May 28, 2008




There is a man known as XWinger. He sells Celtic music, promotes DimSum groups, and has a blog.
Once at his place I saw a link to a site that tells you what the Number One song was on that day. The arbiter of number oneness is Billboard Magazine.
The List goes back to 1892. On January 1, 1892, the #1 hit was “Drill, Ye Terriers, Drill” by George J. Gaskin. I imagine that before a certain date this would refer to sheet music, or maybe player piano thingies. Other big hits from the Gay Nineties include “The Fatal Wedding” (1894, George J. Gaskin), “Little Alabama Coon” (1895. Len Spencer) and ” A Hot Time in the Old Town”(1897, Dan Quinn).
When my daddy was born in 1916, the top hit was “M-O-T-H-E-R ( A Word that Means So Much to Me) by Henry Burr. When mother was born in 1922, folks were listening to “Stumbling” by Paul Whiteman.
In October 1929, the stock market crashed to “Am I Blue” by Ethel Waters.
When Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, the big song was “Chattanooga Choo Choo” by Glenn Miller. Mr. Miller joined the Army after the start of the War, and toured with a band to entertain troops. On December 15, 1944, his plane disappeared in France. The number one hit that day was “I’m Making Believe” by the Ink Spots and Ella Fitzgerald. The Ink Spots played at the Domino Lounge downtown when I was a kid. The shows were advertised on the radio, and I heard people say “the Ink Spots have been around for a while”.
In 1954, this reporter was born. The number one hit that day was “Wanted” by Perry Como. Two years later, my brother was born to the sounds of “Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley.
One way to track the hits through the years is to pick a date and follow it. It should be noted that Billboard is the essence of “commercial”. On my tenth birthday, the big sound was “Hello Dolly” by Louis Armstrong. On the verge of the summer of Love, the big hit was “Something Stupid” by Nancy Sinatra and Frank Sinatra. At no time in early May did the Beatles have a number one hit. This lack of hipness was partially compensated in 1969 with “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” by the Fifth Dimension.
The seventies continued the commercial tradition with “Joy to the World” by Three Dog Night. This was in 1971, the year they played a big show at Atlanta Stadium. The disco monster raised its glittering hand with “Night Fever”, by the Bee Gees in 1978.
As the eighties rolled in, I got a job and apartment, and music became less familiar. The first big May hit of the eighties was “Call Me” by Blondie. It was from a movie starring Richard Gere. The movie did not feature gerbils. The decayed decade was not a total loss, as 1983 featured “Beat It” by Michael Jackson.
Moving into the nineties and oughts, my old fogey decrepitude is near total. Or is that the wasteland of pop music? By this time top 40 is all but extinct, am radio given over to all talk stations, and fm music so spread out that no one style of music is dominant. The number one hit on my birthday this year is “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis.
Of course, the leaders of our country don’t always listen. On May 28, 1915, the biggest song was “I Didn’t Raise My Boy To Be A Soldier” by the Peerless Quartet. And, in 1964 on this day, the number one hit was “Love Me Do” by the Beatles.

Watering Hole Story

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on May 27, 2008


PG and his neighbor DA went out to drink beer and shoot pool. The destination was a place called the Watering Hole.
The Watering Hole used to be a veterans of foreign wars. There was a TV repair store next door. When the county legalized bars, the VFW went somewhere else, and the Watering Hole was born. The TV repair store became the game room. You could see on the floor where the counter used to be.
This was a weeknight. One of the few other customers was a gentleman who was already past his limit. The drunk was fussing at the bartender about something when PG and DA walked in.
PG got lucky and hit a good shot on the pool table. He got a bit cocky and said
And now for my next trick The drunk staggered into the game room and lay down on an empty pool table. DA replied Is that your next trick?
Before long, it was time to go home. As PG and DA were leaving, the drunk was arguing with the bartender. He wanted to buy a twelve pack to take home with him. He won the argument, and started walking up Clairmont Road with his prize.
PG got a block or so away from the place, when he realized what was going on. He turned around, and saw the drunk sitting in front of a seven eleven store. He was sitting on the curb drinking a beer.
PG drove in front of him and stopped the car. DA got out, walked over to the curb, picked up the eleven pack, and walked over to the car with it. The drunk stood up and yelled obscenities as the car pulled off into the night.

Memorial Day

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on May 26, 2008



Today is the observance of Memorial Day. According the invaluable Wikipedia, this holiday began as Decoration Day. It was intended to honor the soldiers who died in the Union Army during the War Between the States. It was expanded after World War I to honor casualties of any war or military action. As the story unfolds:

The official birthplace of Memorial Day is Boalsburg, Pennsylvania. The village was credited with being the birthplace because it observed the day on May 5, 1866, and each year thereafter, and because it is likely that the friendship of General John Murray, a distinguished citizen of Waterloo, and General John A. Logan, who led the call for the day to be observed each year and helped spread the event nationwide, was a key factor in its growth.
General Logan had been impressed by the way the South honored their dead with a special day and decided the Union needed a similar day.”

In the South, Confederate Memorial Day was observed. The day chosen was April 26. On April 26, 1865, Confederate General Joseph E. Johnston surrendered to Union General William T. Sherman.
Of course, in the intervening years, Memorial Day has become the start of summer, and a time of great merriment. The question arises, does this day honor the Confederate soldiers who did not come home?

Before we get too far along, I should say out loud that slavery was not a good idea. It was terrible for the African Americans. It was backwards economically, and dragged the South into a war which damaged it for many years post bellum.
The War Between the States had several causes, slavery being one of the important ones. Once the Union won the war, this is the cause that the history books mentioned.
Many of the men who fought for the Confederacy did not own slaves. The slaveowners were a dirty bunch. Not only did they brutally enslave the Black people, they got the poor whites to fight in the war.
There is this problem in history of the soldiers who died fighting for the losing side. We do owe our freedoms and way of life to the soldiers who sacrificed in battle. But what to make of these Confederate soldiers who died so their rich neighbors could keep their slaves? They are just as brave as the Union troops, often fighting with less food, weapons and clothing.
The modern side to this dilemma is the Vietnam Vet. Often drafted, sent to fight a war which few wanted, these brave soldiers have been dumped on. While the war did not end well, they are every bit as valiant as those who fought in other conflicts.
When (and if) the current conflicts in Iraq and Afganistan are over, it is hoped that the troops who served there will be treated with honor.

Cost Plus

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on May 25, 2008


The radio whiners were discussing the oil executives talking to congress about their profits recently. A congressman proposed a special excess profits tax, which upset the whiners. ( It has long been suspected that these radio talkers are on the oil industry payroll)
Your gentle reporter heard this talk, and a light bulb went off in his head. What about a special tax for the contractors in Babylon?
Before we get any further, I should say that I oppose a special tax for war profiteers. While the “Daddy Warbucks” tax would feel good to impose, it probably wouldn’t improve honesty or make the war less expensive. The companies would do some accounting magic, call the assets something else, and get the same return on their investment. In fact, this tax might even make the process more costly.
Money is a weapon in war. The ability to fight depends on the ability to finance. A robust at home economy is needed to pay for a war, and for the interest on the money that is borrowed to pay for it. Arguably, when you steal from the war effort, you are committing treason.
This war has been outsourced like no other. Many of the chores once done by conscripted soldiers are now performed by well paid contractors. Many of these contracts are “cost plus” which means that the contractor gets all of their money back plus a percentage of profit. Their is no incentive to be efficient.
As TomPaine.com reports:

“What followed was a U.S. corporate invasion of Iraq.
While some 150 U.S. companies received contracts for work in Iraq following the invasion, the big reconstruction winners (after Halliburton) were: Parsons Corporation of Pasadena, Calif. ($5.3 billion); Fluor Corporation of Aliso Viejo, Calif. ($3.75 billion); Washington Group International of Boise, Idaho ($3.1 billion); Shaw Group of Baton Rouge, Louisiana ($3 billion); Bechtel Corporation of San Francisco, Calif. ($2.8 billion); Perini Corporation of Framingham, Mass. ($2.5 billion); and Contrack International, Inc. of Arlington, Va. ($2.3 billion).
These seven companies are responsible for virtually all reconstruction in Iraq, including water, electricity, bridges, roads, hospitals and sewers. One reason for their failure was that companies, such as Bechtel, came to Iraq with the hopes of ultimately winning contracts to privatize the services they were hired to rebuild. Because many U.S. contracts guaranteed that all of the companies’ costs would be covered, plus a set rate of profit—known as “cost-plus contracts”—they took their time, built expensive new facilities that showcased their skills and would serve their own needs were they to run the systems one day”

Another take is from a blogger nickleberry-huxtable:
“War is a gift from heaven for these corporations. Their everyday `peace-time’ activity is rampant enough, but the checks and balances on their activity still chafe. War provides a chance to avoid these checks, it releases massive amounts of money and creates a chaos of unaccountability and lack of regulation. In the midst of all this, money can leak away in bundles and be quietly directed towards those who desire it most – the greedy rich.
A warning though: This is not to say that this is the reason we went to the war in the first place, or even that it was a factor in the decision to go to war. Instead it is simply the case that war tends to throw up situations of chaos which can be easily exploited by the wealthy and powerful. When war is prosecuted by people who have a vested interest in maintaining this chaos (as is often the case) this exploitation increases”.
While doing research for this feature, I found an article at commondreams.org, about prostitution in Iraq.

“Another major change has been the reliance of the U.S. military on private contractors, who have now surpassed the number of soldiers in Iraq. … Less attention has been paid to how private contractors are changing the nature of military prostitution. In the best known example, DynCorp employees were caught trafficking women in Bosnia, and some indications suggest that similar acts may be taking place in Iraq.”
Getting back to the radio whiners, their silence on war profiteering is most curious. ( I can think of an exception. Laura Ingraham has said that Brown and Root is losing money feeding the troops in Iraq.)They would much rather lambast domestic critics of the war. The truth is that war profiteering is hurting the war effort. It makes the war much more expensive, and is costing America resources that could be used in the war effort. It hurts morale among our troops, who see the contractors growing rich while the soldiers risk their lives.

Forever Stamps

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on May 24, 2008


PG wrote the checks for his bills, and took off on bicycle for the post office in chamblee.
He had gone to the dedication of this post office in 1964. He was ten years old, and he talked to a congressmen named Charles Weltner. This was his year to be excited by politics, and he asked Mr. Weltner if he was going to the Democratic Convention.
“Yes, I am going to speak” . Two years later Mr. Weltner resigned his seat rather than run on the same ticket as Lester Maddox.
The post office was horrible. What was once a simple matter…buying stamps from a machine…has become a complicated ordeal. PG was not sure what the current cost of postage was, and finally bought the 42 cent stamps and hopes they work. The stamps say forever, so they should be good.
Leaving the post office, and past the inevitable antique shops, PG came to the Woody Malone underpass. A mural had recently landed on the east wall of this facility. At first it was clouds and a jagged edge. Then an airplane flew in, which is fitting for the home of camp carroll and pdk. Then same the smiling multi hued children, which is surprising to PG. He remembers how redneck Chamblee was when he was a kid. It is hoped that the mural is complete, before King Kong starts harassing the smiling multi hued children
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Humpty Dumpty was Pushed

Posted in Religion by chamblee54 on May 23, 2008



Mary had a little pig, She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard…

Hey diddle, diddle, the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.

Mary had a little lamb. Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her, Between two chunks of bread…

Jack and Jill went up the hill To have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill And now they have a son…

Simple Simon met a pie man going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the pie man, ‘What have you got there?’
Said the pie man unto Simon, ‘Pies, you dumb ass’…

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings’ horses, And all the kings’ men.
Had scrambled eggs, For breakfast again…

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too ’cause he was gay.

There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good.
But when she was bad……..
She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo, and a sports car.

No Shortcut

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on May 22, 2008



It has been another day. The high point of the morning was listening to Lois Rietzes announcing that today was the birthday of Richard Wagner, born today in Leipzig, in the year 1813.
”It is fair to say that he was a megalomaniac” I cranked the radio up until the cab was vibrating to the overture to “Die Meistersinger.” Life is good.
So I got through the day, and made it home. The computer is on a new desk, and the all the parts are not working. Tonight it was the speakers that didn’t want to work without a lot of unplugging and plugging. I am tired of those speakers, I am going to walk to wal mart and get some new ones.
Wally didn’t have what I needed, so the next step is the yard sales.
Leaving the evil empire outpost, I saw a sidewalk back away from the front of the store, towards the Clairmont Road bridge. Hoping to find a shortcut, I started to walk.
At the end of the parking lot was a eight foot concrete circle, and the end of the sidewalk. Proceeding along the backs of the buildings on Peachtree Road, the path ended in a tangle of impassable briers.
Not to be deterred, I continued under the Clairmont Road extension.
Being a native, I remember when Clairmont ended at New Peachtree. To get to Peachtree Industrial required a left turn at the light, a rail crossing over a bridge made of telephone poles, and a shortcut through the Krystal parking lot. The “wonderful bridge” is a vast improvement.
Onward under bridge, over the large chunks of granite covered with kudzu. Finally, there was a place where I could jump over a creek, climb a kudzu covered hill, and come out behind the waffle house. The rail tunnel nearby had been painted over, with a new generation of graffiti adorning it.
It would have been much easier to walk out the front of the parking lot to the street.

And now for something completely different. This is from an Iraqi blog called Kassakhoon:

Wisam Ali Ouda, a 32-year old cameraman for Afaq TV channel, was shot to dead Wednesday in Baghdad’s eastern Obaidi district by U.S. soldiers, according to the station’s spokeswoman.

“We confirm one of our employees was killed by an American sniper,” Bushra Abdul-Amir, head of public relations at the station told Reuters, citing testimonies given by witnesses to the station’s managers.
It is an accusation echoed by Hadi Jalu, deputy director of NGO Iraq’s Journalistic Freedoms Observatory. “They all said an American soldier killed him,” he said.
U.S. army denied any civilians had been killed during military operations in Obaidi on Wednesday.

Spell check suggestions for this feature:
kassakhoon- kassandra
Obaidi- obsidian, braiding
Rietzes- Pretzels, parietals, varietals, Nietzsche
reuters- refuters, neuters, routers, renters
wal- awl, weal, wail, wall, wale, walk, gal, pal, calc

Play with Fire

Posted in Religion by chamblee54 on May 21, 2008


There is a gentleman in Iran now who is protesting the Islamic regime there by burning Quran . This would not seem to be good for his general health, unless he enjoys getting an aerial view of Tehran from a crane with a rope around his neck.
In Catharsis, Abbas points out that the approved method of disposing of a tattered Quran is to burn it.
This brings to mind the controversies stateside about burning the flag. It is the proper method for disposal of an old flag to respectfully burn it. In both cases the motive behind the fire is key.
Flag burning was popular at Vietnam era protests, and was forgotten for many years. Then, about 1989 or so, a case went to the Supreme Court, and the Supremes ruled that it was legal to burn a flag. An instant controversy ensued, with many patriots raging long and loud about burning flags. This shows how much trouble can be caused when lawyers get involved with something.
(I suspect the same factor is at work in the current firestorm over Gay Marriage. Do people really want this, or are a bunch of lawsuit happy attorneys bringing this down on us?)

There is also the matter of a fast flaming fire, and the slow cooking of the sun. Flags, and Flag stickers, are routinely left out in direct sunlight. The sun will take out those colors quickly, with red going out before blue. (Is that a lesson for Democrats and Republicans?)
A co worker of mine had a sticker on her van in the early nineties. The sticker had a flag, and the slogan “Try burning this one”. She parked the van in direct sunlight.

In the commentaries about Quran, I notice that no one ever says “The Quran”. This is unusual to me, because the holy book of our culture is the Bible. The B word almost never appears without The. But then, THE is the most commonly used word in the English Language.
I am not sure of the Arabic language and how it works. Do they routinely use devices like THE to specify objects?
One thing about use of THE with the Bible. Bible worshipers have this idea that their book is THE word of G-d. Not a book of G-d, or a book about G-d. The word of G-d, the only one. This idea…which is rarely challenged by believers…is ridiculous to this reporter. G-d does not write books…and that applies to Quran as well.

Gnarlene Widget

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on May 20, 2008



Gnarlene Widget had been enjoying the day until her husband Poovis came home. That was when the trouble started.
Did you hear the latest from Barack Obama? He is such a dynamic man.
No, what did he say now?
It was about the dwindling resources of the world. We can’t drive our SUVs…
hold on right there. I don’t feel safe if I don’t have my SUV
you just don’t like that because he is black
I am not a racist. I just like to feel safe when I drive.
The way you drive, you wouldn’t be safe in a Sherman tank.
And who are you to talk? I bet you are seeing Anita McDoosh again.Don’t lie to me Poovis Widget, and you seeing that tramp again?
no dear, I am not. Besides, what Mr. Obama said was important. Americans have been using too many of the world’s resources, and we need to scale back. We cannot eat as much…
DO YOU THINK I AM FAT? WAAAAAAH. He thinks I am fat. I know I am not as skinny as that Anita McDoosh, but you didn’t have to say I was fat.

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