McGruff the Crime Blog

It's a crime that a bunch of yahoos in Tampa can run a financial group, make loans all over the place, compensate themselves quite nicely, then go belly up. OK, that's not the crime, I guess. The crime, I would have to say, is when every homeowners policy in Florida, my own included, recieves a 2% assessment to pay for it. I'd feel better if my elected officials would at least seize a few homes and boats in Boca and sell 'em off first, before turning to the working stiffs for (another) bailout of a heap of crooked rich guys.

It's a crime that I don't own more of these DaVinci shirts. As it stands now, I own one. Almost one. Well, I intend to buy one, which I am counting in this tally.

Another crime, as outlined in Pirate John Phillips' Articles of agreement:
If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, that Man that offers to meddle with her, without her Consent, shall suffer Death.

I guess Noel, the tropical storm, not the season, is to blame for our weather here. It is not often that I take off on my travels and return to cooler temperatures at home than where I just was. But where I just was is the desert southwest. 'Twas warm there. Here it is breezy, cool, and drizzly. Apparently weather that is just dandy for making your lawn grow; less so for getting it cut. See, with wet grass, a mulching mower automatically converts itself into a clumping mower. I'm not sure how, exactly. Maybe a mower has some hint of transformer in it, but has been bred for domesticity. or something.

Shooter Jennings has a new CD out, and the crime of it is that I don't have it yet. "Yet" is, of course, the operative word in the sentence. I have his first two and they are legendary, at least in my mind. Here is a video from the first CD, so infectious as to be viral, that I consider to be one of the preimere top back, windows down songs of summer. Also, as a historical and/or hysterical note, I had the exact same Bocephus t-shirt that appears at time :27. But watch the video, not the time bar. I really want to post "Daddy's Farm" here, which is nowhere near as peaceful and easy as the title might suggest. Unfortunately, all the videos of it have less than stellar sound quality and I am a stickler for being able to understand the lyrics. Anyway, Enjoy! I command you.

A long time ago in a swamp far, far away... Where Louisiana meets Texas and the snakes fall off the tree The critters are gettin' restless, gettin' greedy and mean The frogs all hate the toads, crocs all hate the gators Ain't nobody gettin' along, they ain't teams, man, they just players

Ramblin' Ed