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I'm so glad to be rid of those debauched, old Readers, my virtuous, new Readers, I salute you. The weak-minded are trying to rid us of anything vestige, brave, new world.  In San Diego there's a Robert E. Lee elementary school, which is only 3% White, and all of them get free breakfast and lunch, also during the Summer.  Food is pretty cheap, my father wasn't some bum who couldn't feed his children.  Some guy had a column I read in the paper a few months ago, in which he said, correctly, that in this country there's a few hundred thousand of engineers and technocrats who are zooming the U.S. forward, while everybody else is coming along for the ride.  Well, isn't Ed of great value, the ramifications of what I've done are immense, while the TV Media are a tremendous drag on civilization--what should be done with people like that?       So far as the Confederate Battle Flag (the Stars and Bars), I had a great-great-grandfather who was in the Rebel Army during the Civil War, a Polk from Polk County, Tenn., Grand-dad fought for the South, his brother fought for the North.  Grand-dad was in a prisoner-of-war Camp, none of these were luxurious as the mindset was that minimal-money, a lot of which was grifted, should be spent on these Secesh Trash.  The Rebels were probably misguided as we were getting into modern times and in a large part of the country, Negroes (9 mil) were being sent out to pick this labor-intensive, stupid cotton, the English and French had done away with Slavery long before.  I'm hoping that you think of Grand-dad as having been a good-influence by contributing a sixteenth of Ed's gene-pool           

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On March 26, 1973, I was sitting on a bed in a Ft. Lauderdale motel-room with a buncha guys watching Bill Walton hit 21 of 22 shots in UCLA's victory over Memphis State in the NCAA Championship Game, I've never hit 21 of 22 shooting-around in the backyard, how could this be done in a pressure-game.  Bill holds the NCAA record for highest field goal percentage in a season, .763 (over 3 of 4) in 1973, and for a career, .686 from 1972 to 1974.  From Helix High outside of San Diego, where Scott also went, when an assistant told John Wooden about Walton, Wooden said that it would be impossible for a player as good as the one he described to be in usually basketball-poor San Diego.

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Ed isn't going to put parentheses behind "good talk," I have to take the library current as it comes, don't I.  I saw the Padres beat the Diamondbacks at beautiful Petco, Goldschmidt got no hits, and saw the Mets crush the Dodgers (3 hits) at Dodger Stadium, I've been to a lot of the parks around the country the past few years and DS is easily the worst, whattadump.  And now when you go there you can dine on delicious fare at "Tommy Lasorda's Trattoria"

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Sheriff Ralph Lamb (see my Blog for June 21, 2011) passed away on Friday at "88," rest in peace.  McKayla indicated that one of her concerns is that she wants to eat, I saw the picture of her throwing-out the first pitch at a Major League Game a year ago and with her blouse junked-up to reveal her middle, she seemed unsvelte.  She hasn't competed in 2 years and is super-washed-up in gymnastics, I suggest for her next career-move that she become a Jockey, as they can weigh 112    

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The best thing about Che was that he put thousands of Unworthies against the Wall.  The Public Employees who've cheated the taxpayers of San Diego and Las Vegas by spending the taxmoney on themselves instead of fixing the roads, the TV Media who dupe the American Public, where's a guy when you need him

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The persistent little kid who sold the winning lottery ticket in The Treasure of ... was Robert Blake.  As always when I'm in Egypt I go to Giza, just took local transpo, its right outside of Cairo.  I want to do it differently each time, the last I rode about on my sweet camel, Miken, this time I wanted a beautiful Arabian. Jamil, the most beautiful guy you can imagine, a beautiful face and body, was introduced to me (Jamil is Arabic for beautiful).  But these good-lookin' guys are going to do what they want to do, realizing a weak-rider, Jamil threw himself on his side as he'd rather relax than work.  He threw himself on my right leg, the horse was heavy.  Jamil was soon righted and acting a proper horse, Ali, my guide, who was also mounted, said that with a horse you have to be stern and smack it upside the haid, I can't do it.  Cheops, the largest of the 3 great pyramids is, 4500 years later,  the heaviest man-made object. Chephren, is the 2nd largest, and I had made my way inside both to the Pharoah's burial-chamber, but I had yet to do Mykerinus, the 3rd largest.  After riding and walking around the 3 pyramids, and that's a whole lotta fun, I approached the entrance to Mykerinus, the guy who worked there told me that I couldn't bring a camera inside to Pharoah's burial chamber, I said that I should be allowed to as I wasn't going to take any pictures, he raised his shirt to reveal a pistol, oh.  So I made my way inside and now I've been in the Pharoah's burial-chamber of all 3.  A lot of people have been killed climbing the great pyramids, including a U.S. Marine, it's ancient-weathered stone, and illegal anyway.  At Mykerinus, it was pointed-out a large pool of congealed blood of a German guy, this only 2 hours before.  I went inside the museum of the Khufu Ship, this wonderful-offering had been buried there.  I got close to the  Sphinx, I rode about, dismounting to examine the little pyramids and the workers' houses,  I rode-about and looked at this and that. It was wonderful-day, at the end I wanted to buy, wash, and feed the horseys a couple apples apiece, but there were none to be had