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Twenty Three Part Two

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 23, 2011








This is a repost, from this day two years ago. Sam Adams is still the Mayor of Portland, and Beau Breedlove is the answer to a trivia question. An entertainer from Alaska is still on the scene, and recieving too much publicity. PG tries not to mention her name. Pictures tonight are from The Library of Congress.
The headline on the wordpress page said “”YOU DECIDE:Would You Want Terrorists In Your Back Yard?”. PG’s first thought was of the Georgia Legislature meeting downtown…Sam Adams should be required to finish his sentence term as mayor of Portland. Every time he appears in public, people will point at him and giggle. This is the punishment he deserves… Someone called Roughtype has a feature on the hegemony( for now) of google and wikipedia. It seems as though the internet created a new playing field for information, and goowi rules, at least for now. Is this digital darwinism?…the phrase 23 skiddoo has an entry in wikipedia. This was said by some to be the first national slang saying. It’s origin is is bit uncertain, which is fertile ground for mythmakers… One popular story has a place on 23rd street in New York, with a lot of wind blowing about. This would be similar to Georgia Pacific Plaza in downtown Atlanta. The legend is that men would hang out on 23rd street to see the wind pick up ladies skirts. The UrbanDictionary goes along with this story… In those days, as the song suggests, ” a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking now heaven knows, anything goes “. A lady simply did not let men look at her legs. To show how far we have gone, a recent interview with *the P Lady* ( The darling of the moral majority crowd ) shows her displaying her knee, albeit covered in a stocking…23 is a prime number. The only way to get it through multiplication is 23×1. However, using division, we see that 69/3 is 23. 69 is popular for an act that is uniquely related to two people participating. The concept of 69 divided by three is rather gruesome… The urbandictionary calls 23 the greatest number of all time. This may be the end of the research phase of this post. However, if any odd thoughts find their way into this narrative, they may have to be included. 23 is an odd number…The 23rd psalm is one of the high points of the Bible. And no, my name is not Shirley, nor is it goodness nor mercy…The number 23 in the alphabet is W. If you can’t say anything good, say it about him…2 divided by 3 is .666…. 6+6+6+2+3=23…. The legend is that Dr. Pepper is the combination of 23 flavors…Willie Shakesphere was born April 23, 1564. He died April 23, 1616…The very first morse code message was “What hath God wrought” (what hath God done) was from the Bible passage Numbers 23:23… On January 23, 1973, Richard Nixon announced a peace accord for the Vietnam War… On January 23, 1978, Terry Kath (Guitar player for the band Chicago) came home from a night of partying. He picked up a 9mm pistol, and held it to his head. He said, “ don’t worry, it’s not loaded.” He was mistaken, with fatal consequences…Human DNA has 23 chromosomes… Craigslist can be so poetic. “I am an opulent man. I have wealth beyond your wildest imaginations. Come scrub the diamond encrusted toilets on my lavish yacht. Furthermore, I am an exquisite man of great excellence and those who work for me often find themselves greatly life experience enhanced. Pay not negotiable”… If you enter 23 into google, the first answer is a wikipedia article about 23 enigma. This is the concept that all events are related to the number 23…William S. Burroughs is credited by some for first noting the 23 enigma. ” I first heard of the 23 enigma from William S Burroughs, author of Naked Lunch, Nova Express, etc. According to Burroughs, he had known a certain Captain Clark, around 1960 in Tangier, who once bragged that he had been sailing 23 years without an accident. That very day, Clark’s ship had an accident that killed him and everybody else aboard. Furthermore, while Burroughs was thinking about this crude example of the irony of the gods that evening, a bulletin on the radio announced the crash of an airliner in Florida, USA. The pilot was another captain Clark and the flight was Flight 23.” … Bonnie and Clyde were murdered on May 23, 1934. The letter B is two, and the letter C is three…January 23, 1985, O.J. Simpson elected to the football hall of fame




Julie Love And Emmanuel Hammond

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 23, 2011






Unless something changes soon, Emmanuel Fitzgerald Hammond will soon be poisoned by the State of Georgia, Mr. Hammond was convicted of the July 1988 murder of Julie Love. The disappearance of Miss Love was widely publicized at the time, with handbills asking “Have you seen Julie Love?” stapled to telephone poles around Atlanta. Here is the story .

Julie Love was last seen by her fiance the morning of July 11, 1988. He called her that evening and she was not in. He left a message on her answering machine. He left another message the next day. When she did not return his calls, he thought at first that she was “sort of having her way” and “getting back at me a little bit.” However, when she failed to return his call the next day he became concerned. He began calling her friends and family and discovered she had not been in touch with any of them either. He went to her apartment that evening with a policeman. She was not home, and they did not feel they had a right to enter her apartment at that time. However, after her car was discovered abandoned and out of gas half a mile from her fiance’s house, a formal investigation was begun by the police. The investigation proved fruitless for over a year.
In August of 1989, Janice Weldon, a 34-year-old stripper at an Atlanta lounge and intimate companion of 26-year-old Emmanuel Hammond, had him arrested on charges of aggravated assault after he tried to strangle her. While he was in jail on these charges, Weldon reported to police that Hammond and his cousin Maurice Porter were responsible for the disappearance of Julie Love. Police followed up her report by placing a “body bug” on her and monitoring conversations between her and Maurice Porter. Porter made several incriminating statements, and he and Hammond were arrested. Porter confessed and led police to skeletal remains which were identified by her childhood dentist and next-door neighbor as the mortal remains of Julie Love. Porter and Weldon testified at Hammond’s trial.
According to them, Porter, Weldon and Hammond were driving around the evening of July 11, 1988 in Hammond’s maroon Oldsmobile Cutlass sedan. They spotted Julie Love walking by the side of Howell Mill Road. At Hammond’s command, Porter, the driver, stopped so Hammond could ask her if she wanted a ride. Love answered in the negative, and pointed to a nearby house, claiming she lived there. She walked up the driveway and they drove off. Before they got out of sight, however, Hammond saw her returning to the road. Porter was told to turn around and drive by in the opposite direction, this time with his lights on bright. They drove past Julie Love again and saw farther up the road a car which they correctly deduced was hers. Hammond told Weldon to drive, and they returned to Julie Love. Weldon stopped the car, and Hammond, armed with a sawed-off shotgun, jumped out, grabbed the victim and threw her into the back of the car.
They drove to Grove Park Elementary School (which Hammond had attended). Love’s purse was searched and Hammond instructed Weldon and Porter to take her bank cards to an automated bank teller machine and get money, using an access number given them by Love. Hammond remained at the school with his sawed-off shotgun and Julie Love. The other two returned later without money or the bank cards. The access number they had tried to use was incorrect and the machines had kept the cards. Hammond, angry at this result, struck Love repeatedly with the shotgun. Porter then raped Julie Love.
Love, pleading not to be hurt, told Hammond she had more cards at home. They drove to Love’s apartment complex but were deterred from entering by the presence of a security guard at the entrance to the complex.
At this point, Weldon demanded she be allowed to go home. She was dropped off at her apartment and the remaining three returned to the Grove Park school. Hammond got clothes hangers and a sheet from the trunk of the car. He tied Love’s feet together, tied her hands behind her back and wrapped a sheet around her body. He then wrapped a coat hanger around her neck, and, telling Porter to pull one end while he pulled the other, tried to strangle Love. She struggled and broke free. Hammond got her under control and retied her hands. He told Porter to drive to Grove Park, where they stopped by the side of the road. Leaving Porter with the car, Hammond took Julie Love into the woods. Porter heard a gunshot. A few minutes later Hammond returned alone, his face flecked with blood.
Hammond returned home at 7:00 a.m. that morning. Weldon asked him what had happened to Julie Love. He did not want to talk about it then, but later told her that after Love “put her hands in front of her face,” he “blew the side of her face off.” He dumped her body in a trash pile and covered her up with a board.
The sawed-off shotgun was recovered from Michael Dominick, to whom Hammond had sold the gun not long after killing Julie Love with it. The victim’s earrings were also recovered, after having been pawned for $140 by Janice Weldon.
After his arrest, Hammond gave Weldon’s photograph and address to an inmate due to be released soon, and offered him $20,000 to kill her…
Weldon and Porter both testified that Hammond was armed with a 12-gauge shotgun at the time of the crime. Police were unable to locate the gun. However, during the trial, one Michael Dominick informed the prosecution that Hammond had sold him a sawed-off 12-gauge shotgun not long after Julie Love had disappeared. At the time he purchased the gun, Dominick did not know Hammond had anything to do with Julie Love’s disappearance. The gun was seized by the police during a search of Dominick’s residence in connection with criminal drug charges unrelated to this case. At the time of this trial, the gun had been in the police evidence room for many months. Neither the police nor the prosecution were aware that the gun had any connection to this case until Dominick, who was in jail, volunteered the information after the trial had begun. The state offered the gun and the testimony of Dominick as newly discovered evidence. The defendant objected and moved to exclude the testimony and the gun because Dominick’s name was not on the list of witnesses furnished to him before trial, see OCGA 17-7-110, and because, except for his testimony, there was nothing to tie the gun to the crime on trial. The court ruled: “[A]s the record now stands the Court grants the defense motion. . . .”
Later the defendant testified. On cross-examination, the state displayed the gun to the defendant and asked him if he had ever seen it. He admitted he had. He denied selling it to Dominick but admitted being present when, as he claimed, Janice Weld on sold the gun to Dominick. The state re-offered the gun in evidence. This time, the court admitted it. In addition, Dominick testified in rebuttal that Hammond had sold the gun to him.

The courts seem satisfied that Mr. Hammond is guilty. The main evidence against Mr. Hammond was the testimony of his girlfriend, and Mr. Porter. There are allegations that Mr. Hammond had robbed and raped other women. The requests for clemency, 22 years after the crime, are based on the standard complaints about prosecutor misconduct and inadequate representation. This is part of the process in executing a criminal.
The part where PG wonders is the discovery of the body. According to the testimony, Mr. Porter was waiting in the car when he heard a gunshot in Grove Park . Then, 13 months later, Mr. Porter led Police to the skeletal remains, which had been undiscovered those 13 months. (The park is across the street from Grove Park Elementary School, where Miss Love was taken when first abducted.) To PG, this does not add up.
A side story to this case involves a letter to Atlanta WAGA-TV. About this time, a Federal Judge in Alabama was murdered. The letter states that the murderer of the Judge was motivated by the Julie Love murder.
Pictures are from The Library of Congress .


UPDATE: Emmanuel Hammond was executed Tuesday night. He was pronounced dead at 11:39 pm. The execution had been scheduled for 7:00pm. but a last minute delay was granted by the United States Supreme Court.
There were concerns about a sedative used in the execution process, sodium thiopental . The State of Georgia apparently copped a supply of the substance from a rather shady source. The legality of Dream Pharma is open to question. If PG was caught with drugs that he purchased from an unlicensed company in London, he would be in hot water. If the State of Georgia does the same thing, it can now use these drugs to legally kill a man.





Cat Furniture Part One

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 22, 2011






The other day, PG went for a walk, and wound up at the Chamblee library. This is common. The library is on a route that PG likes to walk, and usually pops up about the time PG is looking for an inconspicuous place to go pee. While he is in the building, there is a shelf with popular books on it, and a cabinet of cds.

Wandering through the rows of shelves, PG wound up in the V section, and took a look at Kurt Vonnegut . There was a copy of “Cat’s Cradle” behind a salmon cover, with a large, pointy V taking up the majority of the cover. It was not the original cover, but a reissue, put out by a bookmonger trying to squeeze a few more eggs out of a productive goose.

PG was not sure if he had read “Cat’s Cradle”, or if that was even a relevant concern. Re reading an old favorite can be fun. This was a book with lots of short chapters, and then PG stumbled upon chapter 42, “Bicycles for Afghanistan”. This seemed a stroke of synchronicity, for in 1963, Afghanistan was a mistake on a geography test. Today, it is the scene of a ridiculous war, with America spending 8 times the national GDP on a war. We want to kill them there, before they kill us here. Mr. Vonnegut smoked his last cigarette in 2007, when the booboo in Babylon stole the glory from the Afghanistan plan. At that moment, PG decided to take the book home.

In November of 2008, PG wrote 58k words as a participant in nanowrimo. The novel was an unreadable mess, and has listlessly used memory ever since. One of the gimmicks in that book was a re reading of “Trout Fishing In America”, with a reaction to the text written down. Maybe this is the answer to the recent infestation of writers block? And with 127 short chapters, a poetic reaction to each one would provide plenty of text to put between pictures. Dude, make like a rodent, and gopher it. Pictures are from ” The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”

1-the day the world ended. The author is named John. He was almost called Jonah, or whale indigestion. He is going to write about the day the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. This day was 8 years and nine months before PG first saw the light of day. The role of gravity in the descent of the instrument from the Enola Gay to the H city is a little pondered fact of history. If Isaac Newton had not been beaned by an apple, would Hiroshima be a forgotten Asian town today?

2- nice nice very nice A subplot of CC is a philosophy called Bokononism. We are not in Karass anymore. This is one of those touches of Vonnegutian satire. He probably is making a statement about Jesus worship, a self inflicted torture on the weak and lame. Why a chapter about satiric religion would be called nice is a mystery.

3-folly This is some bokonian philosophy, about a woman who hires an architect to design a doghouse. It is well known that philosophy is the disease, for that which it is supposed to be the cure.

4-a tentative tangling of tendrilsThis is about karass, which is a group of people with some sort of connection. Kind of like the Synchronicity set, which is longer, tougher to spell, but easier to make plural. In english, we make things plural by adding an s to the end. No one is sure how to pluralize words already ending in s. Getting back to John’s karass, three of the members are children of a man named Felix Hoenikker. ( Mr. V did not foresee the modern meaning of Ho, and the way Hoenikker might be considered racist. )( Between 1976 and 1989, the boss man in East Germany was Erich Honecker). Mr. Hoenikker was a scientist working on the bomb, and John wanted to talk to his children about what he did on August 6, 1944.

5- letter from a pre-med This is a letter from Newt Hoenikker, the youngest of the three Hoenikker children. He tells about August 6, 1945, and gives the origin of “Cat’s Cradle”. That was then. In 1963 when this book was copyrighted, Newt Gingrich was an undergraduate at Emory University. (an emoroid). Newt will probably never be President, which is just as well.

6- bug fights This is another tale of the Hoenikker family. The middle son, Frank, was on the run from the law when the book starts. Working him into the narrative will provide a measure of suspense for this so far plotless book.

7-The Illustrious Hoenikkers Here is where we learn that Newt is four feet tall, and that Frank is wanted by several law enforcement devices. When this book was written, Newt Gingrich was married to his first wife. She was his high school geometry teacher, but she waited until he was 19 to marry him. She got cancer about the time that Newt wanted a divorce, which he told her about while she was in the hospital. That is part of the legend. It is one of those things that is none of your business, but you get mad hearing about it. This is like the time PG was working with a Professional Jesus Worshiper, who took a company truck home one night, and brought it back the next day reeking of vomit. None of your business, but for that person to act self righteous later is just a bad joke.

8-Newt’s thing with Zinka Newt Hoenikker married a Ukrainian midget. ( In 1963, no one thought midget was an offensive word. In those days the polite expression for African American was Negro. Language is a versatile instrument.) Zinka was 43 yo, to Newt’s estimated age of 19. This is in keeping with the Gingrich connection, with one key exception. Zinka decided, after one week of marriage, that Americans were too materialistic. Such a woman would not make a good Republican wife.




Rahsaan Roland Kirk

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 19, 2011








There have been nine presidential transfers of power in PG’s life. Seven of them were in January. PG typically ignores them. He goes out with Mr. Crook in office, and comes home to President Thief.

The best exception was in August,1974. Richard Nixon was finally undone and forced to resign. After watching Tricky Dick’s next to last television speech , PG got in his Datsun and drove to the Great Southeast Music Hall. The entertainment that night was Rahsaan Roland Kirk.

The Music Hall was the sort of place we don’t seem to have anymore. The auditorium was a bunch of bench backs on ground level, with pillows everywhere. It was a space in a shopping center, occupied by an office depot in later years. To get there from Brookhaven, you drove on a dirt road, where Sidney Marcus Boulevard is today.

Rahsaan Roland Kirk was not modest. He was the modern miracle of the tenor saxophone. He would play three saxophones at once, getting sounds that you do not get from a single instrument. At one point, the band had been playing for about five minutes, when PG noticed that Kirk had been holding the same note the entire time without stopping to breathe.

Mr. Kirk played two ninety minute sets that night. He talked about twenty minutes out of every set. Of that twenty minutes, maybe thirty seconds would be fit for family broadcasting. Mr. Kirk…who was blind…said he did not want to see us anyway, because we were too ugly. He said that Stevie Wonder wanted to make a lot of money, so he could have an operation and see again.

The next day, Mr. Nixon got in a helicopter and left Washington. The Music Hall stayed open a few more years, and Sidney Marcus Boulevard was paved. Rahsaan Roland Kirk had a stroke in 1975. He struggled to be able to perform again. On December 5, 1977, a second stroke ended his career. He was 41 years old.
This is a repost




What Color Is My Aura?

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 18, 2011








A facebook friend had a post about the color of his aura. PG has always been vaguely aware of auras, but never curious enough to learn much. Here was a chance to go to google city, see some non facebook linked quizzes, and write a colorful post about auras. Black and white pictures are from ” The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”

Quizilla, which sounds like a Japanese horror movie made for Lifetime, cops the top spot. The page has an ad for something called…no, the banner ad at the top just changed, now they are flogging the Toyota Sienna, only to swap out for the Amazing savings this week only at Staples.

The first question shows a problem with internet quizzes. “How do you view life? Life is full of creativity and adventures. Life is nurturing and taking care of others. Life is passion and excitement. Life is peaceful and full of nature. Life is…… blah. Life is wonderful! It’s joyous and all laughter.” At some time or another, PG has felt all six of those answers. To choose one is not going to be accurate. Maybe the best thing to do is live in the moment, and answer how you feel now.

After seven multiple choice questions, the verdict was in.
PG has a green aura. The text about this cannot be copied, but it would not be out of place in a new age coffee house.
Blogthings is the next stop on our tour. The ad is for a dating service, that will “MAKE HIM ADDICTED TO YOU”. After a few multiple choice questions, we learn the answer.
“Your Aura is Violet. Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world. And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don’t always use it! The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say. Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony. Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach.” The ad next to this answer is for Geek2Geek. “Why can’t I find a date? Maybe because you’re looking in the wrong places. Try Geek2Geek.”
Squidoo does not have a quiz. They do have an ad, from a lady who will read Tarot cards for free. The page is devoted to information about the different colors that auras have, and what they tell us. There is a video about cleaning auras.

Allthetests is advertising a Betty White movie called “Hot in Cleveland”. When you answer the first multiple choice question, a pop up ad for digital doodahs runs screaming onto your desktop. This test is a doozie. The answer was 40% green, 30% yellow, or 30% violet.
“If you want to know correct answers, please click on the button on the right ‘The correct answers for this quiz’. If you don’t see this button, it is not possible to view the correct answers! If you want to receive this test results per e-mail, please enter your e-mail address here: “
Quibblo joins the popup party, featuring an ad from the publishers clearing house. The first three questions deal with what happens when you go to town with a friend, who is wearing a fashion tragedy. The answer is
“Black Possitive Traits: Strong and independant. Negative Traits: Can be unforgiving, ruthless or very cold. “
Thiaoouba Prophecy does not offer a quiz. They have a page of information, with the slogan “Believing is not enough;you need to KNOW.” There are drawings of Buddha and Jesus, both of whom sport auras. You have the opportunity to buy the workshop notes, and expanded version of the information on this page. Rev. Cassandra Anaya has a similar vibe in her 1999 era website. She gives instruction in aura reading.
“You may also wish to take nonliving objects, like rocks and such, and try to see their auras as well. This can be very good practice for you.”
Suite101 continues the information only trend, with an ad for the flat belly diet. A guest left this comment:
“im 12 and im really confused because i keep following this step by step thing i downloaded off the internet for seeing your aura and i dont know if im doing it wrong or if i dont have one so now i think im going to seek psychic help”
Pamala Oslie chimes in with her Personal Aura Colors Quiz. It is an extensive set of questions, designed to narrow your personality down to a couple of life colors. There is an ad for a Dating service, run by Pam, based on Aura colors. After what seemed like a thousand questions, we find out that
PG has the highest score for Magenta as a life color.
Once, there was a radio station giving away tickets to a concert by Portishead. The question to win the tickets was, what color is the disc jockey’s hair. PG answered Magenta, and won the tickets. According to Wikipedia, magenta is another word for fuchsia.





I Don’t Give A Reservoir

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 17, 2011







Peach Pundit took a timeout from lurid rumors today. They had a story about a proposed
reservoir for Atlanta. The site is the Dawson Forest . a 1000 acre tract near Dawsonville.

Water is an issue in Atlanta. Unlike New Orleans, which is sinking because of too much water, Atlanta is drying up. The metro area is 1000 feet above sea level, and 250 miles from salt water. The watershed uphill from Atlanta is tiny. The Chattahoochee River is an overgrown trout stream, and yet millions of the itp/otp crowd depend on it for water. Historically, developers have ignored this reality, and built as if there was no tomorrow.

There are two problems here. Alabama and Florida claim a share of the Chattahoochee water. The last Federal Judge to comment sided with Gators and Crimson Tide. Atlanta cannot expect to take as much water as it likes from the Chattahoochee forever.

The second problem is the unpleasant reality that there might not be any water to take. In 2007, a drought almost dried up Lake Lanier. The possibility of running dry was real. The nuclear power plant at Eufala AL came within a foot of water from being forced to shut down. ( Why a nuclear plant was built on this river is anyone’s guess.) With unstable weather likely, due to rising C02 levels and natural cycles, the possibility of a killer drought cannot be ruled out.

In 1971, the City of Atlanta bought a 10,000 acre tract of land in Dawson County. The idea was to use the land for a second airport. A similar tract of land was bought in Paulding County. Developers want to build a 2000 acre lake, and surround it with lakefront houses. There are a few issues with this plan.

There are some environmental concerns, including rare species that would be endangered. (This might help build support for the reservoir plan in certain communities.) The water for the reservoir would be flowing into Alabama..in other words, Georgia would be stealing water from Alabama. With the two states trying to negotiate a solution to their water conflict, this does not look good. There is also the history of the Dawson Forest.

From “the fifties” until 1971, this land was the site of the Georgia Nuclear Aircraft Laboratory. Lockheed and the Air Force tried to build a nuclear powered airplane here. When that did not work, the used a 10 megawatt reactor, operating in the open, to test the effects of radiation on wildlife.

The reactor was “air shielded”. It was kept in a concrete pool, and raised into the air when it was in use. A series of underground buildings and tunnels was used while the reactor was at work.

In 1960, various rat populations were introduced into the woods and fields around the reactor.
“The effects on the various rat populations introduced included increased mortality rate (often 100%), immobility, disorientation, and graying or whitening of pelts.”
In 1971, the reactor was decommissioned, and the experiments halted. The land was sold to the City of Atlanta. Some local wildmen managed to get onto the site, and found some interesting things. Supposedly, the part that is going to be a reservoir is not the part where the nuclear radiation experiments were conducted. Nonetheless, you have to wonder just how accurate those claims are, when there is money to be made.

Pictures are from The Library of Congress .




Clarification Upon Certification

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 17, 2011






This argyle may contain suppository that was prepared by an porpoise or at the direction of an hyena  in fear of, or in tactile stimulation to, imminent hibachi. It may contain the linebackers icecream impressions, omnipresent  strategy or walrus. It may be boring and pointless until the taxcode it concerns is voided. Do not release this handgrenade without first coddiling he dive  of its ladder.
YOUR ATM SWIFT CREDIT CARD PAYMENT FROM THE DESK OF Dr William Colgate PRESIDENTIAL COMMITTEE ON FOREIGN PAYMENTS FOREIGN REMITTANCE DEPARTMENT CENTRAL BANK OF NIGERIA {CBN} Attn:Dear Sir, Going by series of petition received from International Body on the way your contract fund was handled by our correspondence office. After extensive close door meeting with Board of Directors and other Stake holders in the Government,Sub-committees of the House of Assembly and the House of Rep Federal Republic of Nigeria. It was Resolved and agreed upon that your contract fund would be released on a special method of payment, which tag name reads SWIFT CREDIT CARD. This method of payment is designed by the Government to avert fraud perpetration or stoppage fund by Some Agencies either through Anti Terrorist Certificate or other certificates. This Swift Credit Card would be issued to you upon meeting with the Bank requirement.This office has been mandated to take charge of the Issuance of the SWIFT CREDIT CARD and your payment file passed to my desk  clarification. Upon certification that your file is ok. This office would direct you on how to receive your over due contract fund payment via SWIFT CREDIT CARD. The SWIFT CREDIT CARD would be delivered to you via Courier. In the light of this aforementioned,you are required to furnish this office with the following information:1) Your full name & address.2) Your telephone and fax number.3) Amount expected to receive4) Your date of birth.5) Occupation.6) Your next of kin name.7) Your median name.This Informations would be used in opening of an account here .It’s from here that ATM would be used in issuance of The SWIFT CREDITS CARD in your favour with the Credit card Number and all your information inserted into the card. Upon completion of this issuance of the Credit Card, It would be send to you via Courier to your residential Address. Urgently furnish this office with your Contact information in order to reconfirm if it’s in line with the one contained in our payment data. Be informed that your fund has been called back and it’s now in a suspense account here in our Bank.A new account has to be opened in your name before the Swift Credit Card is issued.Waiting for an urgent response. Yours Faithfully, Dr William Colgate (Director Foreign Remittance)DEAR FUNDS OWNER, This is to notify you that during the auditing and closing of all financial records of the CENTRAL BANK OF THAILAND (CBT) it was discovered from the records of outstanding foreign beneficiaries due for payment with The Government Office. However, I wish to let you know that Your name came out as the next on the list of those who will receive their Long -awaited fund for the year 2010. Furthermore,I wish to officially notify you that your payment is being processed and will be released to you as soon as you respond to this letter.Kindly re-confirm the information below to enable this office Proceed and finalize your fund remittance without further delays.Furnish us with the information bellow:1. YOUR FULL NAME2. YOUR FULL ADDRESS3. YOUR TELEPHONE/ FAX4. AGE 5. A COPY OF YOUR PASSPORT FOR PROPER IDENTIFICATION6. YOUR OCCUPATION7. YOUR BANKING DETAILS As soon as the above information are received, your funds which is at the tune of $10,000,000,00 will be transferred to you through our online global wire transfer or through our bank delivery payment system. Awaiting your urgent response to this official Notification. BEST REGARDS,DR.FRANK SERICHAIY OURS SINCERELY,DIRECTOR, WIRE & TELEX DEPT CENTRAL BANK OF THAILAND. (CBT)The winter weather socks the south and those in need and crisis seek refuge. Atlanta Mission keeps doors open




A Year Of History

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 16, 2011






Today is the one year anniversary of the first post illustrated by pictures from the GSU library . We are repeating those pictures today, with a bit of improved captioning. The pictures in the database have a black bar at the bottom, with the credit in white type. A while back, PG started to try to blend in the credit with the picture, so it is not as obvious.

When you have a hobby like photo editing, you are learning new gimmicks all the time. The pictures are cropped to the “golden rectangle” now, and it is amazing how often that has all the information you really need. The credit line…Special Collections Department, Pullen Library, Georgia State University…is pasted onto a blank window, with the background adjusted to fit into the picture as inconspicuously as possible.

Today, a new tactic was learned. You paste a credit onto the picture, adjust the background shade to match the picture, undo the first paste, go to the background window, adjust the shade the same amount that you adjusted the sample a minute ago, paste the credit into the background window, add the date and any more information, and copy this credit into the picture. The shade adjusted credits look a whole lot better than the ugly black bar. You should learn a new tactic every day.

PG found the photo collection at the GSU library through the Atlanta Time Machine . The bulk of the collection is the archives of two professional photography ventures, The Lane Brothers (Jack Lane and his brother W.C. Lane), and Tracy O’Neal.

The pictures in these collections show an Atlanta that does not exist anymore. Much of it was before PG’s time, or before he was old enough to appreciate what he saw. There was a time when there were grocery stores other than Kroger and Publix. The A&P and Colonial chains were major players fifty years ago. Coke machines sold 6 ounce deposit bottles.

The picture of Peachtree Street is a warehouse of memories. The Roxy theater was a fabulous place, with balconies that wrapped around the stage. It had the misfortune to be built on valuable real estate. This is the location of the Westin Peachtree Plaza Hotel, the tallest hotel in the world. Across the street was the S&W cafeteria, and in the background, the Coca Cola sign stood. Atlanta is bigger today, but some wonder if it is better.




Heavens to Betsy

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 15, 2011






PG stumbled onto some “killer” writing, courtesy of the Bloggingheads.tv comments. The tome is My Name is Betsy. I’m a Killer. It is a reaction to the reaction, of some, to the shooting in Tucson AZ. People say that violent imagery in politics is not a good idea, and may influence unhinged people with access to firearms.

The reaction from Betsy was similar to other conservatives. PG saw the claim of persecution, as punishment for virtue. There was one paragraph that pushed PG into action.

“We’re called greedy, stupid, and racist. We’re ridiculed with snide “slurpee” innuendos and called lewd and malicious names, such as “teabaggers.” Ordinary citizens are maligned by their own government while the pious, liberal elite get a free pass on reason and truth, while Islamists invoke their religious cloak, while the ideologue professes his moral superiority, while the media uses the power of spin, and while leftists, including Robert Gibbs and Barack Obama, employ their bully pulpit.”

Now, “teabagger” is not exactly a malicious phrase. PG enjoys Kroger’s generic tea everyday. Coffeebeaner is probably politically incorrect.

The bit that got PG’s attention was “snide “slurpee” innuendos”. What on earth did Betsy mean by that? The first stop is the trusty urban dictionary. The first definition is “A frozen drink sold at 7-eleven in many different flavors. Dispensed by machines that are broken most of the time.” UD has 27 options for slurpee, most of which deal with convenience stores, sex, getting high, frozen drinks, or combinations thereof. This does not sound like Rush Limbaugh.

A trip to Google city had a few thousand results. PG found a tribute to slurpees at some guy’s website. After a list of rules for slurpees, there was a page where people told their slurpee stories.

Elvis Presley Slurpee Hey Brad…..I’ve got a slurpee cup from 1972 that Elvis Presley autographed. My girlfriend and I walked up behind his mansion and knocked on his back door. He thought it was funny that we had done this and talked to us for about 20 minutes while we sipped our Slurpees….. he signed the bottoms of the cups. I thought it would be a neat addition to your page. Vickey Kee Cooper

Ban fat women in their bras My friend was one day filling his slurpee innocently. When he was done, he turned and saw a three hundred pound woman (conflicting reports say more) in nothing but her bra. My friend puked all over the place instantly, and was not able to have his Slurpee. My point? BAN FAT WOMEN IN THEIR BRAS!! Oh yeah, another thing… whoever said pina coloda slurpees are bad in the “dos and don’ts” section needs a good smacken! I just can’t wait for banana and pina colada at the same time. Now there’s a mix! Sam

Beer Slurpees Have you ever tried a beer slurpee? I do mine by putting a beer in the freezer until it reaches the slurpee consistency, then I pound it out of the bottle and into a pewter mug (which I have already chilled in the freezer).
Different brews have different freezing points, depending in a large part upon their alcohol content. If you keep the bottle in the freezer too long, it will explode. That drives my wife ballistic, though it hasn’t happened since we moved to our new house and new refrigerator last August. As long as the beer doesn’t explode in the freezer, however, my wife doesn’t really care, as long as SHE doesn’t have to drink it (my mother-in-law, on the other hand, goes absolutely binko-banko-bonko bonkers whenever she sees me doing it).
Slurp the beer quickly and REALLY get the rush to your head! Kenneth H. Ryesky, Esq.

Green feces Was there ever a time in your life that you actually knew you could poop out colors? Well, on one horrific day, I finally found out. One sunny day, I went out and bought a green slurpee. I know what you’re thinking: “Hmmm, who would buy a slurpee resembling the color of fungus?”. But no, I didn’t put that into consideration at the time I was considering my purchase or at the time I was making my purchase. So I went out the door, happy with my decision and I walked down the sidewalk. I was so cheerful and happy as I slurped my slurpee. When I finally came home, my body numb from the immense slurpee consumption, I decided, “I have to take a dump”. Excuse me if the term “dump” offends any of our studio listeners out there. So I ran to the can (cool rhyme, eh?), sat on the toilet and did my business. When the whole ordeal was over, I went to flush the toilet, not expecting to be shocked over the color of my feces. But there it was, green poo. I nearly fainted. How could I have ever known that my feces would come out the color of my green friend? From that day on, I knew I would never consume a slurpee of any kind again. More or less. Melissa

Loitering Hey, I thought I’d tell everyone about my Slurpee adventures. I live in West Palm Beach, FL and we don’t have too many 7-11’s in our area, so we frequent the same one over and over, and of course only late at night. I’m an innovative (and thirsty) person so i can’t just settle for the large Slurpee cup, so I always get a Double Gulp cup and fill it to the top. That’s 64 ounces for only $1.05. Unfortunately, there is pretty much just Coke and red flavors (like watermelon, hawaiin Punch, cherry) and the occasional Blue Raz.
We don’t get such gourmet Slurpee flavors as Mt. Dew or Dr. Pepper, only crap like Surge or Penis Collosus (that Pina Colada for the non Dick Joke inclined). Every time I go, me and my friends Johnny and Cody talk to the clerk, Rick, who tells us about all the times he’s gotten laid. He also likes to flirt with our friend Marie. We normally stay there for hours just hangin out as if we are Beavis and Butthead, reading all the magazines (especially the stories in YM) and talking to Rick. Sometimes Cody gets me to waste my money on a scratch-off lottery ticket, but I never win. Cody thinks this is hilarious. Well, that’s it. I quit, I don’t give a shit. Patrick Lavery

Pictures are from The Library of Congress




Snowjam Adventure

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 14, 2011






PG stumbled onto some “killer” writing, courtesy of the Bloggingheads.tv comments. The tome is My Name is Betsy. I’m a Killer. It is a reaction to the reaction, of some, to the shooting in Tucson AZ. People say that violent imagery in politics is not a good idea, and may influence unhinged people with access to firearms. The reaction from Betsy …

PG was starting to write a killer post for his blog, but it was getting late in the afternoon. This was day five of the snow jam, and PG knew that if he didn’t go for a walk he would regret it later. The story about Betsy could wait until later. The pictures, for the Betsy story, have waited since 1908, and one more day isn’t going to hurt.

So, he goes up the path, by the school, and up to Peachtree Road. The usual walk for PG is to go down Peachtree, until you get to a point where you can cross the railroad tracks and find a way back. The sidewalks had gotten a lot of sunshine in this part of the world, and they were pretty clear of snow and ice. Some call this combination snice, which rhymes with nice, which this treacherous substance is anything but nice. The snow fell sunday night, melted a bit on tuesday, froze back tuesday night, melted a bit more on thursday, froze back even harder on thursday night, and by friday was tough and slippery, and not good for much of anything. You walked on it at risk to your bone structure.

The first part of the Peachtree walk went smoothly. At the Chamblee city limits, there used to be this marker. It had a brick base, and some kind of brushed metal sculpture thing on top. That is, until a vehicle ran off the road and smashed into this instrument of demarcation, and distributed bits of brick over a quarter acre site.

So PG walks down Peachtree Road, until he got to the split. This is where Peachtree Industrial goes to the left, is a six lane road with lots of cars, and goes up to North Carolina. Peachtree Road, on the other hand, goes to the right, by the Marta station and into downtown Chamblee. It is the true origin road of the legendary thoroughfare that goes to Buckhead and midtown, on its journey to the zero milepost. PG only intended to go for a little way down Peachtree, which was a good thing because it was in the shadow of the Marta line, and the ice was everywhere.

If you go down Peachtree, across the street from where there used to be a Krystal and a used car lot, there is a place where the Marta trains go up in the air on stilts. This is a good place for walkers to go across the railroad tracks and back home. PG was getting tired, and thinking it would be nice to get out on the road and get some junk food, after living on boxed macaroni and peanut butter sandwiches for five days. The only problem was a freight train sitting still on the tracks. PG breathed deep, and realized that the freight train wasn’t going to move just because he wanted it to. The only alternative was to walk up to the bridge.

If you go down Peachtree, past the cement pads that used to be chemical warehouses, you come to a side road. This road comes out by a little shopping center, with a waffle house, the Pig’n’chik bar-b-q restaurant, and several other capitalist ventures. You go past the waffle house, resist the temptation to go inside, you go a few feet further, and you get to the bridge.

The bridge is a wonder of modern concrete urban improvement. In the old days, Clairmont Road ended at New Peachtree. If you wanted to go to Peachtree Industrial, you had to take a left at the light. You went across the railroad tracks on a rickety bridge made of telephone poles, before taking a left on Peachtree Road, and cutting through the parking lot of the Krystal.

The bridge was a vast improvement, with the distinct exception of walking over it on day five of a snow jam. The bridge had been snowplowed, and the pushedaside snow was piled up on the sidewalks. The bridge was not available for walking over the tracks. The next alternative was around Wal Mart.

The sidewalks to, in front of, and away from Wal Mart were covered in ice. Broken legs lawyers saw opportunity, but PG just wanted to go home. He carefully made his way over the ice covered sidewalks, under the railroad tracks ( the freight train was gone by now) and up the hill to New Peachtree Road.

The good news is, sidewalks on the south side of the railroad tracks had been in the sun all afternoon, and had almost no ice. PG was able to walk with more speed and confidence, knowing it was unlikely that he was going to be face to sidewalk. Before long he was home.




Amoebas To Lady Gaga

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 13, 2011







PG got an email recently with an economic theme. It started out
“$1,000,000,000 How many zeros in a billion? This is too true to be funny. The next time you hear a politician use the Word ‘billion’ in a casual manner, think about whether you want the ‘politicians’ spending YOUR tax money.
A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but we can try. A billion seconds ago it was 1959.A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.  A billion hours ago our ancestors were Living in the Stone Age. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, At the rate our government is spending it. “

PG knows how to use a calculator. We will use minutes as the unit of measure here, and if you are second conscious, multiply these figures by 60. There are 24 hours in a day, or 1440 minutes. There are 525,600 minutes in a year, or 527,040 in a leap year. In a century, there are 52,596,000 minutes. (A billion minutes is 1901 years. The quote about Jesus is a bit off.)

PG first crunched these numbers a while back, when doing a post about global warming. (It should be noted that, while PG does not “believe in” global warming, he is concerned about the damaging effects of the promiscuous use of fossil fuels.) Here is what he came up with:
The atmosphere on planet earth is a marvel, quite possibly unique in the universe. It supports a wide range of life forms, from amoebas to Lady Gaga. This blanket of gas evolved over a period of billions of years. Man has changed it more in the last two hundred years than nature did in four billion before that.
Those numbers don’t mean too much like that, so lets put them into another form. Comparing 200 years to four billion years just takes a calculator. That is like comparing one minute to 38 years. What G-d created ( or nature evolved, or however you explain it), what took 38 years to create, industrial man has nearly ruined in one minute.

In the interest of showing how we got our numbers, here is the breakdown. Divide 4 billion by 200 and you get 20 million. Divide 20 million by 1440 ( the number of minutes in a day) gives us 13888 days. Dividing 13888 days by 365 gives us 38 years. Even if the earth is less than four billion years old, the fact remains that industrial man has almost destroyed, in practically no time, what took a long time to create.



Those of a certain age remember Everett Dirksen. A Republican Senator from Illinois, he was blessed with an operatic voice, and cursed with a face that could stop a clock. He is credited (or blamed) for the quote ” A billion here, a billion there, and pretty soon you’re talking real money.” The Dirksen Congressional Center can neither confirm nor deny if he really said that. The discussion of this reputed quote does turn up a couple of passages, from the Congressional Record, that are germane to today’s conversation.
“As I think of this bill, and the fact that the more progress we make the deeper we go into the hole, I am reminded of a group of men who were working on a street. They had dug quite a number of holes. When they got through, they failed to puddle or tamp the earth when it was returned to the hole, and they had a nice little mound, which was quite a traffic hazard.
“Not knowing what to do with it, they sat down on the curb and had a conference. After a while, one of the fellows snapped his fingers and said, ‘I have it. I know how we will get rid of that overriding earth and remove the hazard. We will just dig the hole deeper.'”
[Congressional Record, June 16, 1965, p. 13884].
“One time in the House of Representatives [a colleague] told me a story about a proposition that a teacher put to a boy. He said, ‘Johnny, a cat fell in a well 100 feet deep. Suppose that cat climbed up 1 foot and then fell back 2 feet. How long would it take the cat to get out of the well?’
“Johnny worked assiduously with his slate and slate pencil for quite a while, and then when the teacher came down and said, ‘How are you getting along?’ Johnny said, ‘Teacher, if you give me another slate and a couple of slate pencils, I am pretty sure that in the next 30 minutes I can land that cat in hell.’
“If some people get any cheer out of a $328 billion debt ceiling, I do not find much to cheer about concerning it.” [Congressional Record, June 16, 1965, p. 13884].

Senator Dirksen went to the fundraising dinner in the sky September 7, 1969. Twelve years later, the Reagan revolution was getting started. Taxes were cut, and spending increased. In a couple of years, the national debt went over a trillion dollars. (The annual budget deficit is now over a trillion dollars.) For those new to the game, a trillion is a billion, multiplied by a thousand. For all the numbers above, multiply by a thousand, to get a trillion.

In 1965, Senator Dirksen was losing sleep, over raising the national debt to $328 billion. One of the first jobs of the new congress is to raise the debt ceiling. The national debt is over $14 trillion dollars tonight.


In 1965, the national debt was $328 billion, and we were losing 100 men every week in Vietnam. One of the more expensive things the government does is fight wars. Currently we are officially killing people in two countries, and several more that no one knows about(nudge wink).
On September 11, 2001, The United States was attacked. Revenge was the order of the day. There are now indications that this was one of the goals of Al Queda. The Soviet Union imploded, in large part, because of the strain of fighting a war in Afghanistan. Now, the United States is waist deep in the same big muddy.

Afghanistan has a gross national product of $27billion. The Congressional Research Service estimates the cost of American operations in Afghanistan for 2011 to be $119 billion. This is over four times the gross national product of Afghanistan. Pretty soon, you are talking about real money.

Pictures for this entertainment are from The Library of Congress.




Horses On Drugs

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 12, 2011







This episode started out as a repost. Google and reality got in the way, and there is no telling where we will wind up. Pictures (except for the divas) are from The Library of Congress. Ansel Adams took these pictures at the Japanese Internment Camp, in Manzanar CA, in 1943.

Awful library books is one of the actors in this drama. It is a good waste of your time. (The link in the repost does not work, because Awful library books has a new web address.) On top of the shelf today is Lee the Rabbit with Epilepsy. Other uplifting volumes on the front page include Isn’t One Wife Enough?: the Story of Mormon Polygamy and When Cavemen Go Bowling.

The book that Awful Library Books chose to “weed” was Latawnya, the Naughty Horse, Learns to Say “No” to Drugs. The links in the original post no longer work, so google was enlisted to find a replacement. Believe it or not, this galloping tale has a wikipedia page.

The original book was targeted at African American youth. The author has daughters named Latawnya and Chrystal. The author has sued amazon, wikipedia, and urban dictionary about their treatment of the book.

A possibly illegal reproduction is found using the link. One of the comments tells a cautionary tale:
” It seems that many of these comments are viciously lampooning the work of a genius. I, however, see the visionary work of Mrs. Gibson. This insightful masterpiece presents the very real dangers of horse peer pressure. Just last week my daughter, Amber, was walking to school on a normal, idyllic day in suburbia. Then out of nowhere a Clydesdale galloped brazenly over to my precious princess and offered her a 40 oz bottle of Olde English 800 and a marijuana cigarette.”
Clydesdales have long been used to promote the products of the Anheuser-Busch company. When PG was younger, he worked on the mall maintenance crew at Northlake Mall. One day, the Budweiser Clydesdales made a visit. PG was given a shovel and bucket, and told to walk behind the horses.


One of the reasons for the drug problem is drug education. Many of these programs, while well intentioned, make the problem worse.

Courtesy of Awfullibrarybooks, we can see today “LATAWNYA, the Naughty Horse, Learns to say “No” to Drugs“. This uplifting story is about the afternoon when Latawnya goes out to play with her sisters Daisy and LaToya. Suddenly they meet four strange horses, Connie, Chrystal, Jackie, and Angie. They like to drink and smoke drugs.

The author of this tale was born in Mississippi, and lives in California. She says “Thank you, G-d”.

In 1986, there was an oversupply of cocaine coming into America, and new ways of using the product were needed. Someone had the idea of making crack. The media did its part, by running scare stories about the new drug sensation. “One puff makes your head feel like it is exploding”. The stories had the combined effect of scaring parents, and making crack cocaine irresistible to certain people. Crack became a part of the life.

The first time PG heard about oxycontin was a drug education flyer at work. It promised an overwhelming rush to the user who injected the substance. PG imagined the reaction of some of the druggies he had known to this promise…where can I get some?

PG is in the detoxed, old fogey stage of his life. Millions of others are not. When they read stories about horses who drink and smoke drugs, they learn to believe the opposite of what the drug educators tell them. Many will not live to be detoxed old fogeys.




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