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(I got a glut of Hits from Russia, yet again) Vlad, as heretofore, I don't want you reading my Blog, I'm sick of it

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Eerily, the UNLV cheerleaders have done it perfectly.  Conor McGregor did a lot better than anyone would have thought, thoughbeit Floyd is old.  From Dublin, his name and the way he looks, and  ...I'm sending in auditors to account for every last dollar...  isn't he Scottish?  On the way in, I heard "Found Out About You" on the radio, a rolling rockin' tune (1992), boys from Arizona State (Gin Blossoms).  Written by lead guitarist Doug Hopkins (April 11, 1961 to Dec. 5, 1993), he couldn't shake the demons, suffering for his art, he was fired from the band due to his alcoholism (say, had a hard time standing), he shot himself   I found out about you oo oo oo

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Mike was at Wind River, Wyoming, last Monday, and said that Totality was very-impressive tho quite-short at 2 minutes.  Here in Las Vegas, I didn't see anything.  Probably some of those glasses for the event were defective with a bunch of people complaining that they're now semi-blind, too bad.  There's a lot more hate than love in the world, just the way it is, the U.S. Congress trying to legislate hate out of existence, stems from minds weakened by lengthy-indulgence in heavy drugs.  The movie (2003) "Gods and Generals" shows well the decisive-movement at the Battle of Chancellorsville (April 30 to May 6, 1863), when on May 2, General Lee, expected to retreat from a superior Federal force, instead risked-it-all by dividing his Army, sending Stonewall Jackson to attack an exposed Federal flank (the Rebels double-timing thru the woods, emerging with startled Federal troops leaping to their feet). This was called "Lee's Perfect Battle".  Why, today, few Americans know how to do the "Rebel Yell", a series of quick, high-pitched screams, and it's fun to do

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I'm gonna study the Constitution for an hour (See My Blogs for Oct. 5, 2011)

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Trump needs to come up with a Federal Format, whereby a U.S. Citizen can settle a complaint against a U.S. Mega-entity by Arbitration, the sooner the better (See My Blog for Aug. 20, 2014 concerning the AAA, and Dec. 21, 2016 concerning Citibank)

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Robert Lee and the other Rebels were much-admired throughout the North as a valiant foe.  Despite inferior-manpower and vastly under-resourced, the South almost won their Independence, had Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson not been killed 2 months before, the Rebels probably would have won at Gettysburg.  The Rebels' statues never bothered anyone who bled fighting against them

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On Friday, I went to Tropicana Cinemas on Trop at Pecos ($2, a buck on Tues.), and saw "The House", a better than average comedy, some good yucks, then I went Katty-Kornered to Wal-Mart to buy groceries, whatever, I often do this.  Dick Gregory passed at "84", a good man, I read his autobiography.  I stayed on Las Ramblas a couple years ago (See My Blog for Nov. 12, 2015), a beautiful-strip, great things to see, I notice that the next day it was packed, I wouldn't be there so soon, the Europeans are pansies with weak laws and weak punishments, tho they have brave tourists.  So they found the wreckage of the USS Indianapolis (See My Blog for Aug. 9, 2009), wonder why it took so long.  They should quit bugging Trump so he can govern the country, with this economy he's heading to a 2nd Term, easy, every one of those who voted for him would again, plus he's gained some converts

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On April 9, 1865, General Robert E. Lee, CSA, resplendent in dress-uniform, rode to Appomattox Courthouse to surrender the Army of Northern Virginia to General Ulysses S. Grant, USA.  Arriving, Lee presented his sword, the humble Grant, who wore a private's uniform, refused.  Grant introduced his Staff to General Lee, one of whom was Lt. Col. Ely Samuel Parker, a full-blooded Seneca of the Iroquois Nations, Lee looked surprised to see a man of color there in such a high position, but accepted Lt. Col. Parker's offered hand, graciously ...I am glad to see one real American here... to which Lt. Col. Parker replied ...We are all Americans...   Ely Samuel Parker (l828 to Aug. 31, 1895) was a Renaissance Man who seamlessly transversed the worlds of Indians and Whites.  Considered the brainiest of Grant's Staff, it was he who penned the Surrender Agreement, Grant's friend before the War, Ulysses put this talented-man to good use.  From a youthful-age, Ely represented the Senecas in treaty disputes, and was invited to dine with President James K. Polk and Mrs. Polk at the White House, at only "18".  In 1848, he became a Mason.  In 1851, he became Grand Sachem of the 6 Nations, the chief representative of the Iroquois in dealing with Washington.  A civil engineer, in 1857, he was appointed Superintendent of lighthouse-construction on the Great Lakes.  Having risen to Brigadier General, Ely remained on Grant's Staff until 1869, resigning to become the Commissioner of Indian Affairs.  He remained an accomplished leader throughout his life                                  

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Many of the people who work at the 24 Hour Fitness SuperSport at 5035 W. Tropicana in Las Vegas, are rummies, a couple can't read or write.  The mentality of someone who'd be all worked-up about taking down the statues of people long-dead, thinking this would do themselves some good.  Under the Constitution, you can hate all day if you feel like it, the ones advocating the taking-down of the statues seem rather hateful, don't you think?  Should Trump maintain this low-unemployment and high Dow Jones, he'll get a 2nd Term in a landslide, people vote with their wallets

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September 17 marks 230 years since the presentation of the U.S. Constitution (finished and signed) for ratification

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Kelly Pavlik was sentenced to a 6 month suspended sentence for shooting that guy with a pellet gun, he can't drink for a year otherwise he goes to jail, and apparently he hasn't (See My Blog for March 11, 2013).   He had to retire as he was experiencing "brain seizures" and that's not good.  Only "35" now, he's into weight-lifting and claims to be 235 lbs. of solid-muscle (6'2.5", he fought at 160), he says lifting makes him feel good, this'll help repair his damaged-brain. His wife and children, girl "11", and boy "9", have returned to him now that Daddy is no longer drunk and making a fool out of himself.  He has a lot of money (beer is cheap), and doesn't have to work, he has continue to stay-off the sauce and find something to do with his life.  Strangely, he says that Edison Miranda is the strongest and hardest-puncher he fought, as Pavlik had his way with Edison, that was brutal, a bad ref let it go too long, Edison was spitting-out his mouthpiece for respite, it's been 10 years.  Bernard Hopkins is retired and looking-real good in a suit and hat, at "52", Bernard has set a real-good example for almost 30 years, is worth 40 mil, and would like a Presidential Pardon for his 6 Felonies and 5 years in Graterford Prison.  He's spoken of seeking public-office should he be allowed, and would give Philly an honest and capable administrator (his own manager, negotiating huge purses for himself).  And Jack Johnson still has no Pardon after all these years (See My Blog for Dec. 26, 2008), despite John McCain's recent effort with Obama.  Convicted in 1912 under false-charges of violating the Mann Act, Jack spent a year in Leavenworth.  A sympathetic Warden left his cell-door unlocked, and Jack spent his time working-out and giving boxing exhibitions.  A bright, well-spoken guy, Jack invented and patented a wrench during his prison stay    

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Her appearance declined precipitously due to her decadent lifestyle and remains such, it never bothered them.  Under the U.S. Constitution, you can legally experience all kinds of emotions, Hate amongst them, Hate has been outlawed, I don't think it has.  Due to Obama's tyranny (thought he was elected Emperor), the Klan has gained an upsurge in Membership, and some of the Klan groups are quite-numerous, just so long as they don't wear concealing-garb, burn Crosses, and stay inside the Law.  Robert Lee was a big hero to a large segment in this country, the South's position in the Civil War notwithstanding.  Many today admire his qualities and achievements, considered the greatest-battlefighter in U.S. History, the statue stays

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McKayla Maroney is madly in love with Ed, and wants to be Mrs. Ed and have little Eds and eventually have GrandEds.  But McKayla went-down the wrong path, and a Pureman such as myself would never give her his hand.  I did the best I could for her, when I think of how hard I worked with that girl, but there was no straw for my bricks. Tho she'll never have me in the usual sense, she might remember me in her Will, I don't want to seem hard, but we can all use some more money, and I'll think of her when I spend it

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Recently they had the "Elephant Crush" in Central Park, where contraband ivory from 100 illegally-slaughtered elephants, was crushed to powder, wonderful, everybody loves elephants (except those engaged in this).  Unlike yourselves (no spirit of adventure), I've ridden an elephant, May, 2005, I did the 3-day Jungle Trek outside of Chiang Mai, Thailand, and this began with an hour of elephant-riding, 2 to an elephant.  I bought the trek there, and partially due to the lack of tourists because of the Dec. 26, 2004 tsunami, which killed 1000 tourists at Patong Beach (I stayed there 4 months later), the entire thing cost me 40 U.S. in Baht, this included 3 meals a day and 2 nights in two-different Karen villages.  Tourists are cowardly, especially the Americans, the chances of a tsunami hitting Chiang Mai are slim.  There were 16 beginning the trek, I was the only American.  After we all had ridden the elephants, we were told that we could feed the elephants, that is, buy stalks of maybe 20 bananas.  Strangely, I was the only one who did this, and the stalks were very cheap.  I held a stalk in one hand, and the elephant would come forward, maybe 10 yards, curl his (or her), trunk around the stalk and put said stalk in his mouth.  I fed the elephants several stalks, then I got all excited, and rushed-forward to pet an elephant, the Thai guys said, no, no, it probably doesn't make me sound too bright, trying to pet an elephant, if you have no food for him, it's a dangerous-move, and would he even feel it?  And half the time during the 3 days, it thunder-stormed, it was rough trekking, believe you me.  We spent the first night in a Karen village which had electricity, our meals were heavy on bread and noodles, pretty-tasty and filling, good meals.  At the end of the 2nd day, 13 left, they had only bought a 2-day trek, 3 were left, me and 2 young English blokes, who were experienced trekkers, to do the 3 day trek.  I had never done anything like this, I wear a size 12 shoe, and they were light with little goats'-feet.  The young English guys were pretty-good company, and so was our guide, a Thai who went by the pseudonym of, Jackie Chan, and we addressed him as Jackie.  We 3 and Jackie spent the 2nd night in a Karen village with no electricity, sleeping on straw, as in the first village, turning-in at 8 P.M. as you get tired of candle-light.  Slept real-good both nights.  The 3rd day was real-rough what with the thunder-storms muddying the trails, and at one point we had to cross a ravine on an extremely-narrow ledge with death below should one slip, I said, I'm not doin' it, you can get a helicopter to get me out of here, Jackie explained, you have to do it, yeah, I did it.  At the end of the trek I tipped Jackie 7.50 U.S., he complained, it's too much.  The entire thing ended with one hour of rapids-rafting, and I was so stiff from that 3rd day, that I could only just sit there on the raft, and we were constantly getting tangled-up, I pushed-our raft away from these rocks, I said I pushed us away, a big Australian girl who was in the water and had done a lot of the work of getting us untangled said  Shut the .... ..  I'm sure that you're now upset to learn how disrespectfully I was treated at the end of my thrilling adventure         

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I see where there's growing-zeal to thrust a Class Action Lawsuit against Citibank, for cheating hundreds of thousands of Senior Citizens out of their "Rewards" when they used their evil MasterCard ("Rewards" purported to be worth a lot, aren't worth anything), See My Blog for July 15, 2017, count me in.  I was at the 24 Hour Fitness SuperSport at 5035 W. Tropicana, in Las Vegas, yesterday, and some fat broad walked-in with a cocker spaniel dressed in an outfit that spelled SERVICE DOG, they were allowed admittance.  It's only a mile-away but I gotta find some other health club, even if much further, whattadive.  I'm at, yes, the Flamingo Library, which seems to have quieted-down, I often see a friend of mine from the old gym, in here, he's been a bartender on the Strip for decades, lately at Harrah's, he walks-out laden (the alcohol-dispensing bookworm)

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I was recently in Europe, and unlike in the U.S., very few of the European girls have tattoos.  A lot of guys, me, don't like tats, they're a turn-off, I think a lot of those European girls are going to swoop-down on this country and carry-off the best men, there'll be plenty left.  I'm at the Flamingo Library (See My Blog for July 11, 2017), and it's the usual chaos.  On Friday, July 21, 2017, at 1:30 P.M., at the bus-stop in front of the Flamingo Library, one of the Homeless stabbed another of them to death over Vodka.  All of you have been to Las Vegas, and have ridden-past Flamingo, a main-drag, at Maryland, the entire-world is going past that location at this time, and all of these tourists observed either this happening or the aftermath, that is, people's little daughters looking-out the window and seeing this guy lying-there blood-soaked, with his life-fluid splattered on the sidewalk, trickling into the curb (it's not funny, you, this is a grave matter), and I don't think this speaks very well for Las Vegas