A tale of two states: Divided Delaware ponders picker ruckus

DAKTAGASTAN, So. Del. — The immigrants from Daktagastan have found little to do in the recent enclave provided by partitioning Delaware into two states. South Delaware provides a look at a rusting anti-aircraft gun while citizens of the northern state, Badtothebone, are finding an uptick in tourists who seek autographed photographs of the notorious “Little Johnny.”

The 52nd state past time. Daganistan immigrants to South Delaware stare at the  rusty anti-aircraft gun for "the 442nd time already!"
The 52nd state past time. Daktagastan immigrants to South Delaware stare at the rusty anti-aircraft gun for “the 442nd time already!”

Little Johnny caused a major uproar in the new state, named for a popular song made famous by Wilmington native George Thorogood. During a quiet time in the first-grade class at Beau Biden III Elementary School, Little Johnny suddenly and unexpectedly picked his nose.

Troopers of the Badtothebone State Public Safety Department, BSPSD, and formerly members of the Delaware State Police stormed the school and after a five-minute standoff took Little Johnny into custody. The BSPSD raid created a major controversy in the former northern Delaware area because 19 of Little Johnny’s first-grade classmates were subdued with flash-bang and tear gas grenades during the alleged nose-pickers apprehension.

“I threw up on Mrs. Barker,” said 6-year-old Tyrannus Rex Jackson, referring to his teacher. “They got Johnny but they got me too. Bitches!”

The controversy grew immensely before Little Johnny could even be arraigned. Wilmington TV station News2Lose learned from an anonymous source who was told by the brother of another anonymous source that Little Johnny’s parents knew that the boy had a predilection for picking his nose. In fact, a Johns Hopkins otolaryngologist told the child’s parents that Little Johnny was in all probability a rhinotillexomaniac, one with an obsessive-compulsive disorder involving nose-picking.

The Right Rev. Cleophus B. Oswalt, a Kilgore, Texas-based faith healer said he was called by Little Johnny’s parents but: “They started using those words like oto-loren-geologist and rhinoceros monocle and it just scared the wheat out of my straw hat!”

Still, the now imprisoned Little Johnny has sparked a cottage industry up north. Autographed pictures with Little Johnny posing in a profile shot that looks as if he is picking his nose, or is doing so in reality, are selling briskly at Rodney Square in downtown Wilmington. A state law passed by the Badtothebone Assembly in about 3 minutes set a $15 limit on any single product sold by an inmate within the state.

“All it is is nasal porn,” said Assemblyman Jonas P. Potchlakker, D-Northstar.

It has been estimated that Little Johnny will raise $65,700 by the time he is tried on felonious nose-picking charges in Wilmington Juvenile Court. Some $64,699 will likely go to the child’s attorney, semi-well-known Wilmington criminal defense lawyer Blazing Bill Arsoni.

Meanwhile, tired of staring at the anti-aircraft gun, a group of South Delaware Dagtagastanians say they intend to start a support group for habitual nose-picking children.

“One may only stare so long at a rusting anti-aircraft gun,” said Bwzgen Mzlgenpzt. “Maybe we help the nose exploring kids.”

Oh See, see-questration, oh see what it has done, oh, oh, oh …

Bet you all thought Sequestration was nothing but talk and no action. Or as they say, somewhere, maybe Mexico, maybe Texas, that it was all s**t and no cows. It turns out that the latter was only a tiny bit close to reality.

So while you are sitting out on your porch, smelling the fresh hay and the real cow s**t, take a gander at this great Pro Publica story. The “public interest journalism” site has an interesting look at how the mandatory government spending cuts are slowly building a massive head of steam. The S-word from Capitol Hill is rapidly becoming as dirty a word as the four-letter slang S-word for a bodily function.

No cows indeed, sonny boy!

Sleepy Monday

Sunday I missed celebrating Cinco de Mayo. I had to work today and couldn’t celebrate Seis de Mayo. And at the same goes for most of the week. Today pretty much sucked. It wasn’t Stormy Monday and wasn’t a Rainy Day and Monday but it got me down nonetheless.

I’ve got to get out of this fatigue. I know it has something to do with the Cymbalta I am taking for Chronic Lower Back Pain, which it is not helping said pain. I wake up around 3 a.m. get back to sleep 4 or 5. Weird dream this a.m..

Good news is I am making some headway on a long-form freelance piece either for a magazine or Web site. So before I go to sleep, I say zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

It will be a cold day in May before I …

“May Day, May Day, May Day … “

It was 68 degrees about an hour ago at the Jack Brooks Regional Airport in Nederland. That is about 15 miles southeast of Beaumont. This is May 3 and here I’ve been on the Gulf Coast near the Texas-Louisiana border freezing my cojones off. I don’t have to give that, “sure it’s not Montana,” speech. But it is only 3 degrees warmer here than in the often-shivering spot where my dear friend Sally lives, a place called Pittsfield, Mass. For those of you unfamiliar, Pittsfield its bordered by Vermont to the north, Connecticut to the South and New York to the West. And to the East? Why just the rest of Massachusetts.

What made it less than tolerable today was the steady northwesterly wind. Shiver me timbers and me box o’ Cheerios!!!

Speaking of cereal, I’ve got to get something to eat. I don’t feel like cooking. It’s a long story why. But with food inside me, I’ll feel something better. Aye matey? Here’s to a good weekend, a fair wind, following sea and a Derby full of dough on your favorite horse.

“Weep no more, my lady … ”

 

Texas “pair” is Lifetime’s biggest star

Why would a masseuse drive 220 miles round-trip either driving through or around Houston traffic each day?

Money perhaps. Perhaps hell, yes, money, whether it’s real money or fake money. I am not talking about play money as in Monopoly. Rather, I speak of fake money as in currency of a television series. It is not about just plain oil and rub-a-dub-dub. Not when you go to “The Rub” and ask for Riley.

Riley is the fictional TV character of the Lifetime TV series “Client List.” The show basically revolves around two main characters. But the two stars have no individual names. That is because the collective main characters are the left and right breasts of the show’s star Jennifer Love Hewitt.

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JLove Bravo, bravo, bravo! Such acting, such blahhhhhhhh, mmmmmm.

Well, JLove is cute. She fills out a dress, rather, well. Can you say “36-26-38?” Yeah she does.

In fact, the Waco-born pair and the vessel on which they marvelously ride are actually a well-constructed structure that reminds one why ships are referred to as she.

The show is a rather cheesy R-rated affair in which Riley (played by JLove and her mother portrayed by veteran movie and small screen star Cybil Shepard have trouble then solve the problems with JLove’s hooters. Well, It isn’t all that simple but that is kind of what goes.

Getting back to the long commute, outside scenes are shot here in Beaumont (Yee Ha! First the Hewitt Pair and now “Cops.” Okay, no more references to “Bad Boys, Bad Boys”) where Riley supposedly resides and drives all the way to Sugar Land. The latter is a suburb to the southwest of Houston. If you’ve ever been to both cities you might recognize the Sugar Land City Hall and the Beaumont business center (sushi, bar & Baptist Church?,) Tuscany Park on Dowlen Road. By the way, someone keeps putting flyers on my truck and my business car for a strip joint. Uh, I think most of my friends are married by now. Well, a couple are divorced, but ..

The show is doing pretty well. It’s leading Lifetime which is not quite everyone’s cup o’ tea but if you can have a “reality show” built around a bunch of fun-loving ya-hoos who make duck calls   then why not a show about some real boobs.