I was wondering…
Sometimes I don’t recognize America these days.
A 21-year veteran cop anonymously gave 25 dollars to the Rittenhouse defense fund and was summarily dismissed from the force without pension when it was found out that he did so.
Last summer the leftists willfully destroyed parts of some cities, vandalized businesses, burned buildings and cars and assaulted innocent people because they held a different political leaning toward the right. They did this without prosecution and the current vice president contributed to their defense and bail funds.
Why isn’t she fired?
Of course I could go on and on and on with example after example. It’s easy to find such examples in the America I don’t recognize these days.
I was also wondering…
I wouldn’t want to be an illegal alien and I feel for those of them who are non-criminal regular people looking for a better life. I come from immigrants who came here legally, so I care for their plight. But…
I’ve been working for 60 years, paying taxes and doing things “right” to take care of myself and my family and to accumulate wealth to leave my children an inheritance, unlike what my father, a legal working-class immigrant who spent 3½ years in a NAZI POW camp in WWII was able to leave me after working all his life.
When will someone give me food, housing, clothing, full medical and dental care and a stipend just for my being present here in America?
That way I might just be able to pass on to my kids all of what I worked so hard for. I also might be able to pursue my dream, even at my age as a septuagenarian.
Just some wonderings and some random thoughts.
By Peter Weiss
“Slow and sweet,” Rosie said.
The night was almost over, one of the slowest they’d had in forever. This was because it was just after Christmas and people were home, not doing much but finishing out their year and making plans for the new year’s celebration. At least that was the way Bill reasoned it.
The night was so slow he could have done the service all by himself. In effect, he pretty much did do it this way since Jimmy G did what Jimmy G did. He spent some time with his aunt, talking, sitting in the chair there napping. He spent some time with Bill, sitting on the make-shift chair he kept near the kitchen, which was really a milk crate. Sometimes when Jimmy sat on that crate Bill remembered sitting out in the hall at Suburban with Bea and Mary and Henry Lee. Jimmy G also took his trips to the main kitchen to hang out with Jimmy Banquet Chef and Victor.
Bill did not mind working alone. Bill did not mind being by himself. Slow as it was and with the drinking they’d all done earlier, it was a long, long day, boring and refusing to end. So he drank espresso from time to time and diet coke when he was thirsty and wanted something cold to drink. He did not eat much although at one point Kalista made him a big Greek salad which he munched on over on Jimmy’s side of the kitchen where the customers could not see him eating. Both Rosie and Edelgarde helped themselves to some of that salad. At this point there was no reason to worry about sharing silverware or food.
They met in the distant staff bathroom. Rosie had already eaten, Jo Ann was already gone and Bill had fed Caesar his usual steak. Jimmy G, because he’d been away most of the night, most of the service, had come in and told Bill to take a nice, long break until they started to clean up. Rosie, with nothing to do, had been hanging by the open serving window/hearth and heard this. She winked at Bill and Bill knew to head out where they would meet.
As always, they’d locked the door behind them. Neither one of them seemed in a hurry, and really neither one of them was. Only trouble was a comfortable space, but both of them were familiar with where they were and made do.
“How slow and how sweet?” Bill asked.
“I get ready just thinking about you and this,” Rosie said. “I’d say do with me what you will, but here’s what I want.”
Standing there, between the stalls and the sinks, right in the middle of the bathroom’s floor, Rosie leaned in and whispered into Bill’s ear. What she said did not shock or surprise him. Her breath caressing his ear was soft and sensual and as she continued whispering, he held her close to him and ran his hands along her back and then down to her backside where, because of the uniform, he could easily reach up under the maid’s skirt.
They kissed standing there, and while he fondled her, she reached between them and caressed him. He was already roused. Good to be young, just a pup he thought sometimes. Feeling him roused roused her more and Rosie closed her eyes and let a soft moan escape.
“And you can cook too,” she said. Then, “Think we’ll be missed?”
“Not really.” Bill reached behind him as they kissed and untied his apron. Then with both hands he took it from him and moved away from her toward the sink counter. He spread the apron out on the counter and made it soft and as comfortable as he could for her.
“Come,” he said. “Slow and sweet.”
By Peter Weiss
So this is really more about the great Democrat/leftist/socialist lie.
Gas at about a dollar a gallon more: Biden admin told us it was cheaper than a year ago. Heating oil is up 80 cents a gallon now in the summertime. Imagine this winter: eat or heat!
Wage increases: Biden admin told us we were better off. Increases are about 4%. Inflation is more than 5%. When did four become greater than five?
China, Russia and Iran are now poised to strike against a severely weakened and compromised Untied States. The Taliban has billions of dollars of the latest American weaponry including state of the art planes and helicopters that will surely find their way to China to steal the technology.
Have no fear though. The American military leaders are busy imposing critical race theory on our military. It’s more important than getting us safely out of Iran.
The Biden admin and Joe Boy himself are mostly on vacation. They can’t even tell us how many Americans are in Afghanistan.
Math is now relative, not absolute, and it is racist to ask students to show their work. I guess that’s how four is greater than five and 3.15 a gallon is less than 2.15.
The Biden and his admin say the border is closed. 210,000 plus people came in last month and they tell us it’s less than a year ago. More relative math.
When the golden goose runs out, America no more. If Joe boy keeps this up, American no more. As Margaret Thatcher said, socialism is great until you run out of other people’s money.
Oh! Remember that laptop of Hunter’s that they wouldn’t allow to be reported on social media and the main stream propagandists totally ignored? Today the FBI (more of the greatest liars posing as our law and order people) admitted there is a second laptop out there.
Keep it up Joe Boy, Dems, Hollywood and the American Propagandists, our own Pravda, and we will have America no more.
By Peter Weiss
Rosie and Edelgarde were both in when Jimmy G, Bill and Kalista returned to The Falstaff Room. The girls, still in their street clothes, were standing by Kalista’s station drinking coffee and eating Greek pastries.
“Good?” Kalista asked. She smiled at them, visibly pleased that they were helping themselves.
“The best,” Edelgarde said. “No one makes these better than you.”
“That’s for shit sure,” Rosie said. She put what she still had in her hands into her mouth and finished it off happily. “How we doing?” she asked Bill and Jimmy G even before she’d swallowed. She sipped her coffee and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
“We’re all good,” Bill said. He was already unloading Kalista’s items from the truck. Those things he knew where to put, he put away for her. Anything he wasn’t sure of he put on her counter.
Jimmy G didn’t do anything at first. He went to sit down but just as he was about to plant himself in the chair his aunt, Bill saw, gave him eyes, the evil/critical eyes, and she said something to him in Greek that caused him not to sit. Instead, he got steady on his feet and started helping Bill unload the truck. Bill could see that he clearly did not want to be doing this, but he didn’t say anything.
When they’d unloaded all of Kalista’s items, they pulled the truck closer to the double doors. As Bill passed Rosie, she stuck her tongue out at him and wiggled it a bit. Then she smiled at him and did a little curtsy.
“Nice sweet tongue at the moment,” she said. “A very happy one and a happy tummy too.”
Bill thought to grab his crotch in that male gesture, but then he thought better of it. He knew she’d have an answer for him and it wouldn’t be something he would want everyone to hear, not that he thought for one moment Rosie would be foolish enough to let everyone hear what she had to say. To the contrary, he knew she would wait until she could get close to him and whisper something in his ear.
Which is precisely what she did as soon as she could when Jimmy G and Bill were finished setting up. Jimmy had gone to his aunt’s station and was sitting off to the side fast asleep. Bill was alone in the small kitchen. He wasn’t really doing much other than making sure all was set for the dinner service.
Every so often, alone, Bill would stir the sauces, make sure all the spoons, knives and ladles (all serving utensils) were in place and set the way he liked them. He made sure the plate warmers were filled, the garnish was in place and extras of everything were set into the coolers. He went back and forth over the small kitchen, checked everything.
Rosie, now in her sexy uniform, stepped just inside the kitchen.
“My tongue is still sweet,” she said. Then she looked up. She was standing under the mistletoe which still hung in the doorway. She pointed up to it.
Bill was close to her, about ready to get himself a soda when she stepped in. Without responding, he leaned in and kissed her. As he did so, since Rosie was facing him and no one could actually see, he reached between them, between her legs and helped himself to a feel. As he pushed her panties to the side, she moved slightly to make it easier for him. He heard her moan when his touch got really real.
Then the moment was over, all too soon for both of them, but the way it had to be for where they were standing.
“Later?” Rosie said.
“Definitely,” Bill said.
By Peter Weiss
For Everybody: Are you happy? Getting all you dreamed you would get from the last election? Proud of our country?
The Taliban talks on social media as they rape and kill women and children, but conservative voices are censored and suppressed.
Where are those human rights/women’s rights/equal rights voices on the left now?
Yes, Facebook took me off, just a little, little voice, a minuscule voice, for asking such questions.
The great leftist/socialist lie continues.
By Peter Weiss
It’s one thing to tell a little white lie. I’ve been known to tell my wife that I like her hair when she comes home from the salon with a new cut even if I really didn’t like it. That lie, mostly, is for the good and its effects are pretty inconsequential.
It’s another thing to tell a great lie, or as the Democrats are doing now and have been doing for a long time, many great lies.
Harry Reid said Mitt Romney had not paid taxes in ten years. That was a lie.
The whole of the Russia hoax perpetrated against President Trump was a big lie.
The whole notion that the riots throughout the past summer were not violent is a great lie.
Referring to the protest on January 6th as an insurrection is a misnomer at best. In fact, it is a great lie.
Saying the protesters on January 6th perpetrated an armed insurrection is a great lie. Of the 200 arrests, no one inside the Capital had a gun. Only one person arrested had a weapon and they were not inside the Capital.
Saying America is a systemically racist country is a great lie. America does not rank among the top 25 racist countries in the world according to all independent world ranking sources. Yes, racism does exist in America. The greatest perpetrators of it are Nancy Pelosi, her people, her squad, Kamala Harris, Joe Biden and their people, as well as Antifa and BLM. The whole of the cancel culture is rooted in racism and they are perpetrating a great lie.
Our enemies don’t have to do anything but wait. America is destroying itself from within.
By Peter Weiss
Much as he didn’t want to, he sat. They sat. Kalista had homemade sweets and she set out a plate from which the boys, her boys, could help themselves.
Jimmy G ate. First time he leaned in to get something from the plate, his aunt slapped him upside the head, not hard, just firm and surprising. Jimmy said something to his aunt in Greek but she responded in English to the effect of saying she’d hit him any time she pleased, hard as she pleased. She thanked Bill, as she did often, for not complaining about Jimmy’s laziness.
“I only know you a little while,” Bill said, “but I hope you know I think the world of you. Anything for you, love.”
Kalista smiled. As she did so, she went over to the espresso machine and made espresso for them all. They sat. They drank. Bill smoked a cigarette.
Jo Ann came by first. She was still in her civvies. Seeing them sitting, she looked at the clock on the wall. “You all set up or not even started yet?” she asked.
“Not started,” Bill said.
“Gonna be ready?”
“Why not? We have time.”
“Don’t want to hear his mouth,” Jo Ann said.
“I take care of him,” Kalista said. “I make sure he no bother my boys.”
Jo Ann helped herself to a piece of the pastry. “Keep him off our backs too,” she said.
“I hold the keys,” Kalista said.
And she did. Everyone knew she did. Everyone there associated with The Falstaff Room knew she had the goods on Caesar and knew it had to do with that waitress he’d caused to quit. That waitress had confided in Kalista, mother figure that Kalista was.
Jo Ann looked great, Bill thought. She had on tight jeans and a low-cut top that hugged her enough to reveal some but not too much of her bosom. She wore heels and she moved about comfortably in who she was. She presented herself much younger than her age and was definitely attractive.
Jo Ann always liked Kalista’s pastries and did not generally miss an opportunity to have some. She stood by everyone and she would have stayed longer if Caesar had not come by. He was on his way in for the day, ever himself in that he did not bother to stop or say hello. He had his tux on but he carried his jacket over his shoulder. His shirt collar was open, no bow tie yet.
“We need to get started,” Bill said.
“Ya,” Jimmy G said.
Kalista shook her head. She didn’t say anything.
Jo Ann made a face, shrugged her shoulders, quickly walked through the double doors into The Falstaff Room after Caesar.
Kalista went to the main kitchen with her boys. She needed some things brought out to her pantry station and told the boys she was using their truck. Bill and Jimmy G didn’t care. Even if it meant making an extra trip they wouldn’t have cared.
Kalista was happy to see Victor and Jimmy Banquet Chef. She spent a lot of time talking with them in Greek. They were working on the potatoes for the breakfast in the morning. Bill noted that she would say something and then look over toward Jimmy G. That, he thought, did not bode well for his partner.
By three-thirty Jimmy G and Bill were just about all set up. They had carried out all supplies and set up everything that needed to be set. The only things they had left to carry out were some hot items. They also had to pick up the prime rib which was still cooking. Because nothing much was going on in the main kitchen, the rotary oven was not fired up and the rib was set in one of the conventional ovens. It still had a bit more to go.
“You guys all set?” the banquet chef asked.
“The Pope Catholic?” Bill replied.
“Got time to see your girlfriend,” Victor said to Bill.
By Peter Weiss
The best thing about Covid is that it has shown us the true nature of our government. Better than that, it has given us a clear look at human nature.
Man is by nature selfish and greedy.
This has been said here over and over. It may simply be an inherent trait of “humanness.” But then even so, we’ve been taught that our ability to think is one of the things that distinguishes us from other species. We’ve also been taught that our ability to reason could temper our baser instincts.
Look closely at Hollywood and our movies. The Hunger Games truly serves as the best example of where our leaders and their Hollywood allies/compadres/cohorts are taking us, what they are depicting as our end result.
Our leaders and mostly all those Hollywood people are—you guessed it—the designed-for and designated inhabitants of the gated, Emerald City.
You’ve seen all the examples. Of course if you watch CBS, ABC, NBC, PBS, any of their cable stations or CNN, maybe you haven’t seen them.
So all together, and in general, it is pretty interesting and telling that those who advocate for (and mandate where they can) that we regular people conserve are the very people who have multi-million dollar mansions, private jets and magnificent yachts, not mention their limousines. They’ll tell us to put on a sweater and to keep the heat in our meager little homes at 65 degrees while they heat their huge mansions as they please and cool them in the summer so they never sweat. That’s of course even if they are not living in them and are off to one of their other homes elsewhere.
These are the same people who tell us to conserve gasoline while they fly off to warmer climates in their private jets or sail off in their luxury boats.
That pretty much says it all.
Look at them. Look at us regular people. Hundred dollar a gallon ice cream stored in a twenty-four thousand dollar freezer versus two-for-five sale ice cream stored in a less than thousand dollar refrigerator freezer.
Man is by nature selfish and greedy.
The best thing Covid has done is show us who our leaders are and what our government is.
Lately, I’ve heard the division in our country compared to The Matrix.
Red pill or blue?
Did you hear that the poor, downtrodden and racially discriminated against thus horribly suffering Michelle Obama is having a big birthday bash at their double digit million dollar house hobnobbing with the likes of Oprah and George Clooney? It’s Barack’s birthday bash.
Who are these people kidding?
Man is by nature selfish and greedy. Woman too.
By Peter Weiss
When Hunter’s credit card failed and he couldn’t pay the bill for his 50,000 dollar whore (yes, that’s close to the real cost and what the money was for), Daddy, Joe boy, our whatever-he-is now, at notification and request from the secret service, paid the bill with his charge card.
Nancy Pelosi eats 25 dollar a pint (that’s 100 dollar a quart) ice cream from her 24,000 dollar freezer.
Eric Swalwell has a net worth of 100,000 to 1,000,000 (from being a politician). But he spent 26,000 dollars mostly at the hotel where his wife works. They’re saying it is campaign funds he used for personal purposes. (I wonder if he bedded his Chinese spy girlfriend there and his campaign paid for that too.) He did enjoy limousines, suites and fancy meals.
Gas is up about a dollar a gallon. Many of us real people can’t afford to fill up the tank to go to work, that is if we have to work since the government isn’t giving us handouts like to gives to some.
Food is up.
Oil for heating is up.
Clothes are up and diapers too.
Everything is up in price in what is being called another runaway inflation.
Businesses of course pass on their increased costs.
Biden, who has never worked in the real world and whose family is the most corrupt political crime family ever, lauds the fact that wages are up 6%. But prices are up more than 10%.
Do the math and don’t do the relative math they want you to do.
You think these politicians care about inflation? More than 60% of all of them are multi-millionaires.
And by the way, facebook took me off for saying things like this. Just so you know.
By Peter Weiss
Jimmy G stretched as he stepped out of the chef’s office. Actually he yawned first, a big wide yawn that he covered with the back of his hand just before he reached both arms out wide to his sides above shoulder height. Once both arms were out there he raised them up to a parallel position overhead and reached up high.
Victor, Jimmy Banquet Chef and Bill, surprise, surprise, were finished with the sauté work. They had panned-up the last breasts, shut off their stoves and left the pans to cool down before carrying them off to the pot washer station. They stood not far from the chef’s office and smoked a cigarette.
“Ya,” Jimmy G said as he walked up to them.
“Good morning,” Jimmy Banquet Chef said.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Victor said.
“Ya.” Jimmy G stood there with them. He yawned again, covered his mouth as he did so, stretched his arms out again then dropped them to his sides, bent them at the elbows and moved his elbows back to stretch his shoulders and back.
“We did all the chicken breasts,” the banquet chef said.
Jimmy G didn’t say anything. He shrugged his shoulders, didn’t look the slightest bit concerned about his not having done any work.
“Want to crack some eggs for tomorrow breakfast?” Victor asked him. Victor looked at the banquet chef and made a face as if to say “yeah right.”
Jimmy G didn’t answer. He didn’t do anything except turn and walk away. When he came back several minutes later he carried three mugs of espresso which he made himself over by the room service kitchen. They all stood together, drank the coffee and smoked.
“About thirty dozen,” Victor said.
“I’ll do it,” Bill said.
“We’ll all do it,” the banquet chef said. “Your partner can start the set up for the room for tonight.”
“Ya, ya,” Jimmy G said.
“We should pan up the bacon and sausage too,” Victor said.
“And the ham steaks,” Bill said. “All I want to do in the morning is the cooking.”
“We can make the potatoes too while we’re at it.”
“Not me,” Bill said. “By then, I’ll be setting up.”
“Well, let’s get started,” the banquet chef said.
They did ten dozen eggs apiece kind of as if it were a race. They each had a large china cap set into a pot and they each cracked two eggs at a time, one in each hand. The shells went directly into trash cans.
This part of the prep work did not take long and when they’d finished, they put all the cracked eggs together into one area in the walk-in. Each of their pans was wrapped tight.
Bacon, sausage links and ham were placed on sheet trays. This was a tedious chore, especially the bacon which had to be separated and laid out carefully strip by strip. The ham and sausages were easy because they could be handled in quantity and quickly set into place. The hardest part of this work was gathering the sheet pans, wrapping them in film and then carrying them off to the walk-in.
When this was done it was just about time for Bill to start work with Jimmy G gathering the needed things for The Falstaff Room. Jimmy was supposed to have started the work, but he didn’t. He went out and sat by his aunt. Kalista wasn’t working yet, but she was in her uniform and checking her pantry to see what she would need.
That’s how Bill found them, found him. Jimmy was just about back to sleep. Bill had gone to find him, to see what he’d done so far.
“Sit awhile,” Jimmy G said. “We’ll get it done fast and then you can go change if you want to.”
Bill did want to put on a clean uniform. He didn’t want to sit yet. He wanted to finish setting up before he took a break.
