Wednesday, July 26

Keep Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert!.

Glad to see the compassion demonstrated by Mayor Con’s top confidant, Sweaty “Dillweed” Pickle. In the aftermath of the storm, Sweaty stood in harms way with a bologna raised in one hand and a middle finger raised in the other. She concludes, if you own a computer then you should be able to pay for your own trash service.

Although demonstrating generosity beyond most in the eye of the storm, Sweaty still has enough energy to judge the worthiness of her “neighbor’s” losses through her congenital paternalism.

Sweaty believes that unless you look like you stepped off the movie set for “The Grapes of Wrath”, “Oliver” or selling pencils on the street corner then your claims for storm damage assistance are not worthy. Sweaty’s kind love to be compassionate as long as the recipients know their place.

“There will be jobs in California, Good jobs George.”

“Can you spare six pence for a crust of bread kind sir?”

Oh, the luxury of being poor is tempting when you some of these folks in a line for food. Prada bags, Gucci Loafers, Rolex Watches, Ferigamo ties, etc… Knock-off products are never to be found. It is all designer label with the indigent.

How dare these poor folks try to enjoy the same type of lifestyle as those who live in the Plywood Jungle of St. Charles County. Sweaty moved from Overland to get away from such riff-raff. Now she is standing knee deep with the wretched and is pissed that they look just like her. Sweaty is pure zero-sum.

A final point. I have heard the following sentiment expressed throughout several quarters of our community. The story goes something like this. Every "Old Timer" I talk to says that they can't remember the electricity ever being out this long. Something is wrong. Sound Familiar. They also can't remember where their keys are, but that is another issue. Do any of the "old timers" also remember the use of electricy growing by a factor of ten during the past 50 years? Do the old timers also remember that 2/3 of St. Louis County was undeveloped 50 years ago? The amount of electric wire has grown by,...gee alot. Even poor people have electricity these days.

I don't mean to be pissy but that fact that something has not happened in the past has no relation to the probability of it happening now. Maybe you were lucky in the past. Maybe you also remember the Legion pool being a safe and sanitary place to drop the kids off. Who knows.

35 Comments:

Blogger New Girl in Town said...

I'm sure most of us can eventually re-coop our loss. I mentioned on the other site, that we all allocate a set amount of money toward rent, food, utilities, internet, etc. The losses we incur from this outage is an unexpected expense, and this will set most people back. Pickles has absolutely no right to say who is worthy of re-cooping their loss because they own a computer. That was a stupid comment.

I also mentioned on the other site, about people I saw on the News, standing in line for replacement food stamps. I noticed they were adorned in gold jewelry, using cell phones with fake nails. Our tax dollars at work!!! This pisses me off. Those items mentioned above are not items to sustain life.

8:37 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

Yeah, your right. Those "food stamp" people sure have it easy. I am sure you noticed the gold jewlery was actually made of solid gold, the cell phone was their property and wasn't pre-paid by someone else and the fake nails...How dare they?

I ask the question, how can we determine their worthiness for the program upon visual inspection?

You must look poor to be poor. Is that what your saying?

9:11 AM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

Gravy, that is NOT what I am saying. How very ORT of you to put words in my mouth. However, if you are on public assistance, how can one afford these luxuries? No, I don't think poor people should dress in rags. But does somebody who claims not to be able to feed their children really need a Razor cell phone, or a LV hand bag? Even knock off products are pricey.
A set of "fake" nails run about $40.00 dollars, one could buy some food to feed their hungry children with that money.
Before you get all Upitty and snippy with me, Gravy, I did not say these people were not worthy. I mentioned their prioreties were screwd up. Did I ever once say they were not worthy? Get over yourself Gravy, your ego is blinding you.

9:19 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

I asked the question. I did not put words into your mouth. Asking a question is ORTian. ok..

Thanks for the personal shot, also. I asked, "is that what your saying?"

I didn't say, "is that what your saying you miserable sod?"

Point taken. I will be busy getting over myself which I guess means to not ask reasonable questions.

9:25 AM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

You made a direct sarcastic hit toward me and you know it. Please read your sarcasm below:

QUOTE "Yeah, your right. Those "food stamp" people sure have it easy. I am sure you noticed the gold jewlery was actually made of solid gold, the cell phone was their property and wasn't pre-paid by someone else and the fake nails...How dare they?" END QUOTE

Did I ever say people on public assistance have it easy? There are times when sarcasm can be the lowest form of wit.

I don't want to have this esculate into something nasty, Gravy. However, I will not be a door mat and allow you to try and twist my words, even a slight back-handed way.

9:34 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

I'm sorry. Your absolutely right.

9:40 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

How do you define a good as life sustaining or not?

I don't know? It is a reasonable question. What form of dress is simply for sustaining life?

You shouldn't feel like a door matt because I posed a challenging question.

9:48 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

Thanks Guy, fair enough, points taken.

I would go to lunch if I could find my keys around here somewhere.

9:51 AM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

Gravy, I accept you apology and I extend my apology to you for my "ego" comment. I know I can be sharp tongued at times and quick to snap back at a snapper :-)

I tend to get irritable when it's close to lunch time. I must go eat lunch now...before I open a can of whoop fanny on you..tee hee

9:56 AM  
Blogger onelayer said...

Short story: Woman goes to All Souls to get help with phone bill. She is given $29, get's pissed says I need $130. Lady says, sorry. Lady leaves pissed but decides to come back for the $29. Turns out she had a cell phone, caller id, call waiting, call forwarding etc. When asked why she needed all that when she couldn't afford it, she took the money & left without answering.

Now back to our Mayor or our Abby-normal Mayor.

While dishing out food the other day at the Com. Ctr. she made in my opinion some of the most crass remarks infront of those their needing help, judge for yourself.

When told she needed to call the Health Dept. to answer some ?'s they had, one being about locking the doors at night, her response "well if he's good looking and 21 I'm gonna let him in." No big surprise there.

Another man needed help getting to the bathrooms, it was suggested that they put his cot close to them because he had trouble getting up. Her response "let him pee where he's at." Mind you saying this infront of other people. One hell of a nurses attitude

Another women told her she had to have something to eat in the morning she was diabetic. The Abby-normal Mayor of course said "yes we will get you breakfast." Well woman wakes-up needs something to eat, Abby-normal is still sleeping like a log, someone else runs to get the woman food. Abby-normal wakes from her beauty sleep, is reminded about the lady and the breakfast her respone "promise them anything." Of course, with no intention of following through.

Last but not least. Walked past the front desk asked what the residents were talking to the girls at the front desk about. Resindents replied "we were telling them how nice they were and what a great job they were doing with all of this". Abby-normals response "this is the hardest they've every had to work." Needless to say the workers were not happy. And of course when this was pointed out don't you know she was just joking.

The woman is crass, ignorant, stupid and has no class whatsoever. So anyone thinking she did such a great act should rethink it.

10:01 AM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

Gravy, I will answer your questions as best I can. Please see below:

Gravy Crane Durham said...
How do you define a good as life sustaining or not?
ANSWER: I don't think fake nails are needed to sustain life. Food, clothing and shelter is. That is a no brainer.

I don't know? It is a reasonable question. What form of dress is simply for sustaining life?
ANSWER: Warm clothing for the winter and light clothing for summer. A Gucci bag or knock off, will not keep you warm in the winter. Nor will $200.00 14K gold earings.

You shouldn't feel like a door matt because I posed a challenging question.
ANSWER: I never said I felt like a door matt. I said "I am not a door matt". I speak my mind. I didn't find your question to be challenging at all. I found it to be more of a statement, in the form of a question.

twolayer,
I would like to also submit a short story:
My daughter was doing an internship at an inner city school. A boy came in bragging about the $130.00 dollar pair of tennis shoes his mom bought him. When class started, and the students were to take notes, the boy had no pen, pencil or paper. My daughter asked why he didn't bring his supplies, his answer was his mom can't afford school supplies.
I will echo once more {{{{ priorities }}}}}

10:55 AM  
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11:51 AM  
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11:53 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

Thanks for straightening me out.

I assumed that "doormat" was being used as a metaphor. Therefore I concluded that one would feel what it would be like to lay in front of door for guests to walk on, but not actually lay in front of door for guests to actually walk on; as in being a doormat.

Fair Enough.

Given that I now know that you are not the type of person that would lay in front of the door as a matt for incoming guests in relation to my sarcasm I feel comfortable in asking the following:

Is John Pardo related to lengedary NBC Studio Announcer Don Pardo? If they are brother I could see how they both got into broadcasting.

11:55 AM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

I would rather be a Matador than a door mat. Ole'

Or is it, I would rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal labotomy?

As I have mentioned before, these are confusing times.

12:21 PM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

Gravy, wasn't it John Pardo who announced prizes for contestants on a game show? The name of the game show escapes me right now. Don? John?
Are they Kin? This is the question of the ages. Or perhaps I screwed up the names, which is more likely.

Too much gravy on my buscuits!!!!

12:26 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I am glad we are on this topic. I have a few things that really kill me.... oh yea, I'm dead. Well, they used to kill me:

People who have big yards and still insist on using public parks.

People who can afford to drive their trash to the landfill and still utilize the City's trash service.

People with hoses who call the fire department.

People who know kung fu and still call the police.

People who have accounts on amazon.com and still visit the Heidbrink branch of the St. Louis County library.

People with cars who make their kids ride the school bus.

Kids with legs who ride the school bus.

Its all gravy baby but the poor got to eat too.

12:30 PM  
Blogger PTT said...

Right On Lucky, like billionaires using the states money to build a private stadium. I see.
___________________________________


Dominick George Pardo, born February 22, 1918 in Westfield, Massachusetts, is a legendary radio and television announcer. Since the 1950s, Pardo has been an in-house announcer for the NBC television network. He and Bob Hope are the only two people to have been offered lifetime contracts by the network. His best known announcing work is for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on NBC and the television series Saturday Night Live; he has been with the show since it premiered in 1975, except for one season (1981-1982).

On one memorable SNL episode in December 1976, Pardo participated in a musical performance by Frank Zappa, reciting a verse of the song "I'm The Slime". Pardo subsequently reprised this role on the live-recorded version of the song for Zappa in New York album (it was, however, not featured on the first release in 1978, but it appears on the 1993 CD re-release). He also provided narration for the songs "The Illinois Enema Bandit" and "Punky's Whips" (an ongoing business dispute between Zappa and his then-record company led to "Punky's Whips" being removed from the 1978 album, but the song was reinstated on the 1993 CD).

Prior to SNL, Pardo made his mark on game shows for NBC as the booming voice of The Price is Right from 1956 until it moved to ABC in 1963. He quickly moved over to Jeopardy!, which he announced from 1964, until the original version of the series ended in 1975. He reprised that role with a cameo voice-over in "Weird Al" Yankovic's 1984 parody song, I Lost on Jeopardy. He also announced numerous lesser-known New York-based NBC games such as "Three on a Match" and "Jackpot!"

In addition, Pardo has also been the announcer for WNBC-TV's Live at Five news program, NBC Nightly News and Wheel of Fortune (during special on-location weeks, when the show originated in New York). Pardo was also the live booth announcer for WNBC-TV and NBC on November 22, 1963 who announced to NBC's viewers that President John F. Kennedy had been shot in Dallas, Texas.

Pardo's voice is also heard during the open and close of Len Berman's "Spanning the World" segments on WNBC and Today. His close goes as follows: "Tune in next time for "Spanning the World"...if there is a next time."

12:32 PM  
Blogger PTT said...

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Proudly serving Centerville since February 1990

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FIREMEDIC I - FEBRUARY 19, 2001
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MASTER FIREFIGHTER STRATEGY & TACTICS
SEPTEMBER 24, 1990
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CLASS - JULY 22, 1977
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12:34 PM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

Don Pardo it is.

Don Pardo, tell Gravy what he has won :-)
What???? A boat?
Does that boat come with a ladle?

12:48 PM  
Blogger PTT said...

Hey, don't forget that John's career is solid as a rock.

12:58 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

To New Girl in Town,

We used to live across the street from a food pantry. It used to make me sick. A car would pull up 10 to 12 young healthy adults would pile out all smoking, dyed hair and so forth, then they'd go and get food.

The one that got to me the most was when someone came begging the peacher for food. Of course, the peacher said "yes." Mistake the guy made was to tell the peacher he was going to a concert and the tickets cost $50 each. The peacher I will say was pissed. When he told the guy to sell the tickets and go buy food the guy then got pissed. Peacher did not give the person food. Right or wrong to many people abuse the system.

Watched a family pull a full shopping cart full of food away from the food pantry. Instead of using the sidewalk, which would have meant a few more feet, they tried going through the yard, long story short basket tipped over everything fell out and somethings broke, they walked off leaving the mess for someone to clean up.

I'm not opposed to giving when needed, but the abuse I've seen I've had enough.

I no longer give to certain charties, but when a family member was hit by Katrina I had no problem sending them a check.

3:30 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

To New Girl in Town,

We used to live across the street from a food pantry. It used to make me sick. A car would pull up 10 to 12 young healthy adults would pile out all smoking, dyed hair and so forth, then they'd go and get food.

The one that got to me the most was when someone came begging the peacher for food. Of course, the peacher said "yes." Mistake the guy made was to tell the peacher he was going to a concert and the tickets cost $50 each. The peacher I will say was pissed. When he told the guy to sell the tickets and go buy food the guy then got pissed. Peacher did not give the person food. Right or wrong to many people abuse the system.

Watched a family pull a full shopping cart full of food away from the food pantry. Instead of using the sidewalk, which would have meant a few more feet, they tried going through the yard, long story short basket tipped over everything fell out and somethings broke, they walked off leaving the mess for someone to clean up.

I'm not opposed to giving when needed, but the abuse I've seen I've had enough.

I no longer give to certain charties, but when a family member was hit by Katrina I had no problem sending them a check.

3:30 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

Sorry for the double click didn't mean to do that.

Ok, back to Pickles, she has the build of an egg with legs. Her family must love her at Easter, those checked capri pants & poked dotted shirts, yah, a giant Easter egg.

Pickles what kind of egg or you, fried, scrambled, poached, 3 minute, sunnyside up, darn I have it, over easy. It makes sense know why you and Abby-normal mayor are such good friends.

3:39 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

To Guy Fawkes,

I'm sorry to say I was still a bit surprised to some extent. A person in her position should know better. But she seems to come up with something more ridiculous each and every time.

4:13 PM  
Blogger John Moyle said...

Nah, Claim Unicorporated St. Louis County instead.

After all, the Mayor has said in the past that we would be better of if we eliminated the police department and had St. Louis County Patrol our streets (of course that means we pay them instead, and get higher crime rates and slower response times but that is another discussion).

Well, by that logic I would say we should do the same with public works as well. Why have the overhead and potential law suits when St. Louis County can do it for us? (of course there we would pay them to do it and we would get less service, watch our roads deteriorate, etc, but that is another discussion).

Then of course that begs the Question: If we can do without a Police Department and let St. Louis County do it, and we can do with out a Public works department, as we can let St. Louis County Do it, then....

WHY DO WE NEED A MUNICIPAL GOVERNMENT AT ALL?

I say, if the Mayor moves to disolve the Police department, we should move to Disolve Overland and simply become part of St. Louis County like all the other Unicorporated areas around us.

7:16 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

Guy Fawkes,

I have had a few comments made after saying I was from Overland, from I'll pray for you, how'd she ever get elected, she's nuts, etc.

I'm not ready to give up. And I have never been ashamed to say where I am from & I have had many comments about that in the past also & not just since this current situation.

Overland will survive.

4:37 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Charity: benevolent goodwill toward or love of humanity; a generosity and helpfulness especially toward the needy and suffering.

For every SUV driving foodstamp queen, there are 30 families that cannot survive without some assistance and are not spending on any luxuries. The media and those opposed to welfare programs always seem to find the exception and seldom report on those being helped. No matter how tight you make it, you will never eliminate the dishonest few, never. If you choose not to give because of those few, its your choice but those who suffer are those who need help. The scammer is just off to the next scam.

Again, its a personal choice and I won't criticize those who choose not to help. For me, I'm willing to live with the fact that a guy with $50 concert tickets scammed the food pantry for a case of beans-n-weenies so long as I know that the kid living next door might have a breakfast before school.

Even gravy comes in cans.

7:21 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

Even my psycho-therapist started giving me shit.

When I said I stayed in Overland she started giggling, pointed at me, and said, "Isn't Overland the place with that crazy Mayor who thinks she is a nurse."

7:55 AM  
Blogger PTT said...

I said to Dr. that I would only discuss the Mayor if she would give me another handful of the green ones, a scoop of the blue/green two tones and a bag full of reds. Oh how I love the reds.

7:58 AM  
Blogger suzyjax said...

Am I the only one who sees the irony in that, as of last night, the mayor was one of the 70,000+ without power?
Gives new meaning to our saying she "can't see the light".

2:01 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

I'll put my 2 cents in, just found out not only did our Abby-normal mayor make bad jokes the other day, but she proceeded to hit on the black community as well, what she didn't know is that one of the girls that work at the com. ctr. is married to a black man. Needless to say this did not endear her to this girl.

Sorry Pickles, Music, Inspector the woman is not playing with a full deck and you all know it. I actually feel a little (mind you a little) sorry for her. If you are her friends I'd hate to see her ememies.

3:33 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

She is also telling people to say that if the budget doesn't get passed that the employees will not get their checks. That is not true. She has scheduled I think 2 budget meetings for next week, check with city hall.

She is also trying to gather as much info as possible on the cost of having the meetings at the Com. Ctr. opposed to city hall.

I personally have decided to look at this whole mess as a movie. the Wizard of Oz. A storm blew in on April 4th, Dorothy (Abby-normal doesn't know how to get home. She encounters a wicked witch (Pickles), on her way to try to find her way home she encounters a Scarecrow who needs a brain (Knode), then comes the Tin man who needs a heart (Sellers) and a cowardly lion (Owensby). And not to short change Music I'll let her be Anutie Em and Inspector be one of the flying monkeys.

Just remember the movie did end and all worked out well. so will this.

3:53 PM  
Blogger New Girl in Town said...

OMG Twolayers.......that flying mokey comment was funnier than crap. OMG....I am laughing so hard at that.

4:02 PM  
Blogger onelayer said...

Guy Fawkes,

I can't resist, in her bio in the post she listed her age as 67, well needless to say that's incorrect she's 70 according to the Public infor. act. Again, 3 years closer to senality. I don't know who she's trying to fool.

4:03 PM  

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