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Congratulations to Luke Fury with his victory over Vladimir Klitschko, in sport the most prestigious title is that of Heavyweight Champion of the World, and Fury now has most of it, with the rest held by Deontay Wilder, who gained the WBC portion with his victory over Bermane Stiverne on Jan. 17, 2015 at the MGM in Las Vegas, with Ed in attendance.  I'm looking-forward to these 2 hooking-up.  Vlad would have had to been rather complacent after 22 consecutive wins, but renewed, is very capable of regaining what he's lost.  He's always said that all 3 of his previous losses were necessary as a learning experience, and no one has ever been taken-apart worse than him when he was knocked-down 4 times and out by Corrie Sanders (I've seen both fight) on March 8, 2003, only lasting to the 2nd round.  Both had their women there cheering them on, Hayden Panettierre (Vlad should marry her, she had his child, and why she had this depression, anyone would feel this way), and Luke's wife of 6 years, Paris, equally pretty, and pregnant with their 3rd child.  They began seeing each other when Paris was "15" and Luke was "17," and in the Irish Traveller tradition, she was chaste at marriage, consummated on their wedding-night.  The other Irish look upon the Travellers as inferiors, perhaps they should look at their own lives before deciding to condemn others.  ISIS is at the gates, and the President has nothing else to do than preach that the Syrian Refugees are the same as the Massachusetts Pilgrims (?)   When the people are gone, the better for the planet           

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From Edinburgh, I took the bus up to Aberdeen, a city of 200 thou.  I got-in Sat. afternoon, and things were kind of closing, and I didn't get a chance to see much, but I looked-around as best I could for a few hours.  I had been to Inverness and Loch Ness (there were tourists from all-over scanning the loch, I said this was by design, that the Monster wanted foreign food) long before, but also wanted to go to the much larger Aberdeen, in part because my parents met at Aberdeen Proving Ground in Maryland during WW 11, where my father was an officer in Tank Ordnance, my mother took some test and wound-up as a secretary there.  They got married in Feb., 1942 after knowing each other only 7 months (war luvuh), my older brother was born in Feb. 1943, but by that time, my father was in North Africa, Bob (Robert, Jr.) was "3" when he and my father saw each other for the first time.  Sometime I'll return when I have more time, my trip was winding-down, looked like a fine place.  Took a bus to Glasgow, a real luxury-bus, wide-seats, lots of leg-room, they served you snacks, sort of hated to get-off.  It was Sat. Nite and you couldn't find a hotel-room for any price, I was lugging that heavy bag all over.  I eventually took a taxi, theirs have lots of leg-room, space for my bag, to another hostel, and I was lucky they had space.  This time it was only 20 pounds, and 4 pounds yet again for breakfast, the groaning buffet table, and more delicious haggis.  This time the room was with 12 beds, I got-in at midnight and all the Lads were sacked-out like good boys.  I'm not fussy, and was happy to sleep to maybe 6 A.M., got-up before everybody else and showered, etc.  Got to breakfast and ate-up a storm.  Went to Glasgow Cathedral, it was Sunday morning and they were having a Service, and I sat-in on part of that while ogling this fine edifice.  Took the bus to Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, and viewed their Arms and Armour, Natural History, and Works of Rembrandt and other of the Old Masters, Van Gogh, Renoir, and their particular prize, Salvador Dali's "Christ of St. John of the Cross."  Nearby, was The Hunterian, at the Univ. of Glasgow, I saw scientifice apparatus used by James Watt and Lord Kelvin (the first ultrasound-machine) and impressive European, including Scottish, Art.  They also have the largest permanent collection of the American, James McNeill Whistler.  I really enjoyed Glasgow, and Scotland in general, as all of you would.    

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grumble, grumble

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Congrats to Las Vegas' Bryce Harper and Kris Bryant, as Bryce was named National League MVP, getting all 30 first-place votes, and Kris was named NL Rookie of the Year, his 495 ft. home run on Sept. 6 was the longest in the Majors.  I see that "Love Ranch" is still on Showtime, Oscar Bonavena didn't have a plate in his head, movies always take great license.  Supposedly, ISIS' 3 targets in Italy are St. Peter's, the Milan Cathedral, and La Scala, I was recently in the last 2, they're fun people.  Clemson has the only lock on the final 4, and Michigan State, and Ohio State can both possibly get in, also Iowa, the SEC has lost its mystique, ascendancy has shifted to the Big 10.  This weekend will be very interesting.  I just saw something on TV about the Lost Colony of Roanoke, I'd give a nickel to know what happened to those people.  I see where Ohio State's QB, J.T. Barrett, appeared before Judge Bill Pollit on his DUI.  I knew Pollit very slightly when I was at Ohio State, he was a football player but didn't play much, he worked-out a lot but didn't have much of a body, well, Billy knows judgin' and has been doing this for a real long time

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Don King was in an airport, one day, and saw a little, old lady who was crying. Concerned, Don went over and asked her why was she so sorrowful, and she told him that she and her son were Jewish, and that her son had married out of his ethnicity to an American Indian girl, and that she had said some things that she now regretted, as the couple had a baby boy and wouldn't speak to her.  Don asked the lady for her son's phone number, saying that he was going to try to smooth things over, 20 minutes later, Don returned and told her that everything was fine, and that to show their love for her, they had given the newborn a nice, Jewish name.  The lady was so relieved and happy ...And my grandson is?  ...Smoked Whitefish...      (The Ring, January, 2016)                     

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Worth saying twice, no, I forgot I had said it

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Michelle Malkin (a Filipino-American of all people, I never heard of this chick until recently, hey, a grad of Oberlin, the first co-ed college in the U.S., maybe anywhere), has a learned column in the Nov. 22, 2015 L.V. Review-Journal, she's often on the money.  After a week, I was dubious about that laser-facial I had, but it's supposed to take several weeks to work, it left me kind of lumpy, but it seems to be getting ironed-out, hopefully it'll enhance my beauty.  It's been 2 weeks, 4 days.  As an initial-step, I'm filing complaints with the Better Business Bureau against those miscreants, Citibank, and the AAA.  In his own finale, Harry Reid is turning on his constituents, about all of whom are happy with the UNLV Rebels.  In San Diego, I met a little girl in her 30's who would have been perfect, but SD bores me after a while, sort of a rambling-gambling man, I prefer the seedy but exciting atmosphere of Las Vegas, she's out, I'm out, I can never get anything lined-up.  In his own finale, Harry Reid is turning on his own constituents, about all of whom prefer the UNLV Rebels.  Obama has a Creator Complex.  Angela Merkel has something wrong with her, perhaps a brain-tumor, and all those Europeans were following her.  The final-chapter opened       

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I bought my Chargers ticket at Atlas Tickets on Kemper, off of Sports Arena Blvd. Joe sold-it to me, this was the day after I had my face lasered, I mentioned this to Joe and he seemed to think that I looked like this all the time, he said, you look better than half the people out there.  They sell tickets for everything, you can go-in, phone, or go-online.  Gary Pinkel is retiring after 15 years as the Head Football Coach at the U. of Missouri.  I saw Gary play for Akron Garfield, and at Kent State, where he played with Nick Saban.  It's surprising that Gary would last so long in a major-job as he was sort-of but not real-good, guess he was good 'nuf.  Nick Saban has won 3 National Championships and Lou Holtz won 1, Kent State, Mother of Coaches?

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Landed at Gatwick, took the train to Victoria Station and bought a bus round-trip to Edinburgh, left from the nearby station, arriving at 8 A.M.  I hadn't been in Scotland in 28 years, was overdue.  Went to Holyrood Castle, the Queen's residence in Scotland, for a week a year.  Begun with the Augustinian Abbey in 1128, which ruins are there, and built-on over the centuries, many of the Scottish Kings are buried here.  In 1566, Henry Stewart, Lord Darnley, the husband of Mary Queen of Scots, burst-in with others and dragged her Secretary, the Italian, David Rizzio, into an alcove, in which I stood, and they stabbed poor Rizzio 56 times.  Across the street is the Scottish Parliament, and I sat in the Gallery as it was in session.  In the gift-shoppe you can buy (Scotch is whiskey and Scottish are people) bottles of Scotch Whiskey and other liquors--I asked the lady, is this appropriate (Scots), and my query seemed to make her uncomfortable. St. Giles Cathedral is the center for the Church of Scotland, and the fiery reformer, John Knox, would preach hell and brimstone, and was buried there in 1572.  Went to Edinburgh Castle, a fortress overlooking, begun by David 1 in the 12th Century, there's a lot to see, with the Scottish War Museum, and the Scottish Crown Jewels, and more, it's really neat.  I was at the Univ. of Edinburgh, went to the Scottish Mus. of Modern Art, the Scottish National Gallery has a diverse collection, the National Museum of Scotland is large and impressive,  with much of natural-history and other things. Sort of across the street, I went to the Elephant House, a nice cafe, and sat at the same table as did J.K. Rowling when she wrote "Harry Potter."  As you've gathered, Edinburgh is well worth-visiting.  Lots of non-Scots there, from the bus station I went to their Visitor's Center, and they found me space at a big hostel.  Scotland is expensive, and I didn't want to spend all that money for a room, and I like to mix with people.  It was 28 pounds (42 U.S.), to be in a 4-person room, and another 4 pounds for breakfast, the groaning buffet-table, and I had haggis for the first-time, a Scottish National Dish, it's cooked sheep-intestine, oh, it's real good.  My room had 2 bunk-beds, and a bathroom, I had a lower-bed, the upper was from Sardinia, and the other lower-bed was from Japan, both were "19" and very-cute girls.  Now, this wouldn't have worked as well had it been instead, many of the male-members of the TV Media, a girl would wake-up in the middle of the night with him straddling ...I saw the way you looked at me... ...I know what you want... ...You're insane... ...Get away from me...      

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It's the "Eagles of Death Metal," she slurred.  The TV Commentators slurring their words, anyone of strong Judeo-Christian convictions would think the final chapter opened.  It was Bush the Younger who destabilized the entire Middle East, Barry came into a really difficult situation where he's had to walk the high-wire.  In high school and college, Ed would get a "B" in English, seldom an "A"      

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The Eagles are an Oldies Band.  I saw The Eagles at the height of their fame, and they were really good, of course, I was so full of beer, whiskey, and reefer, I would have liked anything

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You losers are dragging-me-down with you.  The Frogs are a Nation of Idiots, always have been

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Back in Ohio, I worked-with a lady, Fran, whose husband lost a leg at Anzio Beach-head.  He came home, married, had 4 children, and the last I knew, long ago, he was still working as a tool and die maker, a skilled craftsman, in his 60's (See My Blog for Nov. 9, 2014)

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A Modigliani just sold for 170 mil (See My Blog for Sept.1, 2009).  I feel McKayla's yearning for me, I'm sorry there's nothing more that I feel like doing for you, no man could have done more.  The Mass Media should consider offing-itself, like the lemmings, the World would the better for it, every one of them is no-good.  Recently, at the 24-Hour Fitness at Midway, I found a large, heavy, silver bracelet on the floor of the stretching-room, it was quite expensive, I took it upstairs to the manager ...Don't let this get ripped-off...  He mumbled something unintelligible (this will look good on my girlfriend's wrist).  Hopefully, that lady went quickly to retrieve it.  Every year, I go to a high school game here in football-rich San Diego, I saw Mission Bay, a nice 1-mile walk, play 4th ranked Madison, who I saw play last year, but they're much-improved.  Madison was up 51-0 at the half, I felt terrible, Mission Bay won their first 7 but have fallen-apart the last 2 (maybe these boys became lovesick at the same time).  2nd-ranked in SD County, Helix, plays Madison on Nov. 20, it'll be good.  I saw the Chargers-Bears on Mon. Nite, it was disappointing but a good game.  That was quite a catch.  Jay Cutler, and a type-1 diabetic, has one of the strongest arms in the NFL, a gunslinger, if he throws an interception for a long touchdown he comes right-back.  When I was little, I was sort of ornery, but I reformed.  One day when I was "5," I was playing with a pile of that white fertilizer they put on lawns, and Nick, my older brother, Bob's, best friend, who lived-up the street peered-in to see what this little kid was doing, seeing this, I scooped up a double-handful and threw it in his face.  Nick ran-away, ha, screaming "I'm Blind, I'm Blind," well, of course he wasn't.  Later, as a senior at Buchtel High, Nick was voted "King B," that is the most popular boy in the school.  I'd like to think that I fertilized what was within-Nick which would eventually lead to his success                 

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I took the over-night bus from Madrid to Barcelona, arriving at 7 A.M., a good time.  I made my way to Las Ramblas, their famous and luxurious street. and got a room near the Opera House.  At the coastal-end of the street is a 7.2 metres statue of Columbus gazing towards the Americas, actually he's looking east.  I went to a travel agency and bought my ticket to London, I went to their Gothic Cathedral, regarded as a masterpiece, it has 500-year-old stained-glass windows.  I usually sleep-well on the bus, but didn't, and I kinda caved-in, as it was nearing the end of my trip, and I just went to a real-good supermarket on Las R. and got a lot of delicious, hot food, and took it back to my nice-room, and spent the rest of the day eating, watching TV, and sleeping, let my poor body heal-up, it was a real good day.  I don't use wheeled-luggage, like a sissy, and carry a heavy- bag around, and it weighs on you.  I woke-up refreshed, and straight-away went to the Museo Picasso, which you know would be quite good.  I went to their Museum of the City, which is built-around the original Roman Ruins, and it's real-good.  I went to their Contemporary Art Museum, and enjoyed-that.  I went to the Moorish-themed Guell Palace, an 1888 creation of Antoni Gaudi, and liked-that.  This was the 3rd time I've been to Barcelona, and previously had toured their 1992 Olympic Stadium, I've been in quite a few, actually.  In Spain, particularly Barcelona, you find a lot of thieves, as the effete Spanish allow their many Moroccans to steal with almost-impunity (I've met a lot of Moslems I've liked, but where you find Moslems you find thieves).  I was talking to a Spanish businessman and he said of the Moroccans ...They don't want to work, all they want to do is steal, I hate them... (come on, buddy, don't beat-around the bush, what do you really think)           

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To nit-pick Ben Carson about events in his youth is stupid, the Mass Media are weak-minded, soon they won't be able to find their ways home

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Most visitors to Madrid don't go to San Lorenzo de El Escorial and I had never been there myself, it's 30 miles by short-distance train, which I took from Sol.  But it's heavily-touristed, they were thick as flies, as it's a fabulous monastery and royal palace. Begun in 1563 and finished in 1584 by Philip 11 (the King of the ill-fated Spanish Armada, wanting to eradicate Protestantism, Philip wooed Queen Elizabeth of England with fine gifts, the gift she sent Philip was a chest of cannonballs), most of the Spanish Kings since have been interred there, both Hapsburg and Bourbon, and I've seen Philip's casket in the Royal Pantheon.  You can go through Philip's Palace, the Royal Gallery contains major works of Titian, Velazquez, de Ribera, El Greco, and more.  The Hall of Battles glorifies Spanish Victories, there's the fantastic Library, there's the beautiful Gardens, and of course, the magnificent Basilica, and other good stuff.  It's not to be missed.  I went to Valle de los Caidos, Valley of the Fallen, several miles away, there's a bus that leaves and returns once a day.  Begun by victorious Francisco Franco, in 1940, it was completed in 1959, as it commemorates those killed in the Spanish Civil War, supposedly both Republican and Fascist, but particularly the winning-side, and some Republican prisoners were forced-labor in building it. The Santa Cruz Basilica is one of the largest in the world, and there's the tallest, 150 metres, memorial-cross in the world.  In the valley, there's 40 thou graves, the Basilica itself has only 2 interred, Jose Primo de Rivera, a Republican leader killed in 1936, and Franco himself, after he died in 1975, and he's the only one who didn't die in the War.  To be in these wonderful places was very exciting       

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Lately, there's been a lot of loose-talk concerning the VA becoming part of the regular medical system, this is a horrible idea.  A lot of the Vets' medical-needs and even the mindset are germane, the way it is now is real-good.  What isn't real good is all the Pork, forinstance, the VA Hospital in N. Las Vegas is their first in decades, and it was brought-in for a billion dollars, the private-sector could have done it for 300 mil.  A billion dollars.  Yesterday, I was up at the VA where I had my mug-lasered.  I've had my nose-broken, my left zygomatic-arch broken in 11 places (a kick), and numerous skin-cancer surgeries and radiation, other things, and there was so-much scar in there that they wanted to laser half my-face.  Sounded good to me, beforehand the doctors kept on telling-me how painful this was going to be for me despite my being shot-up extensively with anesthetic.  It was a senior-doctor and a good-looking young-doctor, and a nurse, all women, I said a hen-party.  Dig this, the young-doctor, said that when she interviewed with Johns Hopkins that not only did she meet Ben Carson, she had a conversation of some-length.  Anyway, they gave me a ball to squeeze for each hand, of all things (nah, I'll bite my belt), and the long-procedure wasn't nearly as bad as they had made-it-out to be.  It was half-a-skin-facejob, and it's going to provide-me with virtually new-skin in the areas lasered, and I can already tell the difference.  I only slept 4 hours last night, due to the excitement, like when I go to the Chargers game, the same thing, and half my face is lobster-red, but I'm real-happy about this, and I told the ladies how appreciative I was of their efforts.                

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I've had a ton of Hits, only recently, from Russia, how strange.  I'm goin' to the Monday Nite Football Game between the Chargers and Bears, see the Chargers before they move, and, uh, a winnable game, maybe.  When they scan the crowd, you'll see me.  "Siegel Suites" has 20 large properties in Las Vegas, they're not cheap, and their bread and butter, are goofy (black guys) who laze-about on drugs, and this is encouraged.  Poland has refused to extradite Roman Polanski to the United States, yet again depriving us of his plea of righteousness ...She was a Woo-Mon...  If I'm arrested, or disappear, or anything else, just see what happens

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