Johnnie Dorman Rocks!

Hey there!

I just got back from Vegas!  I'd tell you all about it, even post pictures, but I'm sure you all hate hearing about other people's trips as much as I do, plus my "A" and "2" keys still don't work. I figured out how to get by, using my on screen keyboard, but it's a big pain it the ass.

Anyway, did you ever get verbally attacked by someone who is so far out in left field, that you consider their assault, a compliment?

Check out the comment I received on one of my posts from way back when, while I was away.  You might want to read the entire post too.  It's one of my favorites. I reprinted the first part of it below.  Click here to read entire post, liberal weenie, Johnnie Dorman's comment, and my response.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Red Flags and Spider Bikes

I was the last of four children in my family.  There’s plenty of old black and white photographs of my older sisters, and even a few of my brother, but by the time I came along, my parents had pretty much “been there, done that” with the kids' pictures thing.  My family was too cheap to buy anything like a home movie camera, and consumer video cameras had not been invented yet, so there’s almost no record of my childhood existence.  All I have is my memories.


Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.  I consider myself lucky, because I realized what I just wrote in the preceding paragraph, when I was still quite young. That encouraged me to commit as much of my life experience as I could to memory.  I remember thinking to myself, “Now remember this, you’ll appreciate that you did someday.”  I remember how I was feeling at particular times, 30, even 40 years ago and more.


I remember how I viewed the world when I was young.  I lacked the knowledge and experience that I have now, but I also wasn’t the least bit jaded, bitter, or disappointed.  My evaluation of most things was based more upon whatever instincts I had at the time than anything else.  I did a lot of thinking when I was young, probably much more than most other kids.  I’d often ride my bike or walk my dog to some secluded place with a good view, to ponder whatever issues I may have been interested in at the time.  

By the way, this is my idea of what a bike should look like...



...and this is my idea of how they should be used and who should be using them.  Kids on an empty neighborhood street...


This wasn’t me, but it just as well could have been.  I kicked ass.

...not adults impeding traffic on a highway.  Here’s what should happen to them:


Every motorist's fantasy. Luckily for the grown men playing with children's toys on a public highway, they were all wearing their faggy little helmets, so none of them got hurt.


2 comments:

  1. I agree! Get off the damned road!

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    1. The vast majority of the motoring public agrees with both of us.

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