So when did the rules change? I know that I’m forty-seven, and my adolescence is still within grasp, at least the thought process anyway. So when did American’s start making it OK to make split second decisions on every day life things like what college to send their child to or what cloths to where that day, why pick them out the night before?. When did it all of a sudden become fashionable to forgo the thought process? And when did it become ok to just forget about dignity, feelings and most of all basic manors in this country, I’d like to know that.
It wasn’t that long ago when children used to respect their elders, yeah I know this is a story that has been told before, even a short a time ago as the 1950’s and that evil rock-n-roll ,but I’m talking about this ultra in your face crap that today’s kids are using. And then with the usage of their language it’s no wonder why we complain. Don’t even get me started on the whole internet language thing with the “ROTFF” thing. Now, I know what that means, being a gig head and all, but to yell into my screen that you’re rolling on the F’ing floor you can just tell me that you’re really happy or you find what I just said very fucking funny, it’s ok, I can read, I can take the time. I don’t need instant words for instant gratification of my brain as I am reading too.
When I was young the worst thing that you cold do to someone was to hurt their feelings. I meant like in school, at home with a sibling. And I would’ve had my ass beat red by the principal or the teacher and/or by dad when he got home and pulled out his belt. Let me tell you when even you’re a pretty tall & fast 15 year old as I was you still didn’t mess with a 265LB man with a 38” black leather belt and a temper especially after he had two beers in him, no way. Now kids are so immune to that behavior that they are emulating the violence that they see every day on television and even games where they don’t realize how many lives that are affected by liking someone or even down to the type of foul language that is used in these television shows and games. And the kids know that our government is filled with a bunch of mamsy-pamsy people who will come in and actually believe the kid about child abuse when what these kids need is a good belt on their ass, I know I was one of those kids who deserved every beating he got! I’m not putting down human services in general, they do some good work but the majority is useless, absolutely useless.
On the flip side of my argument you have the liberal professors in some of our colleges that are teaching our children, and at twenty and twenty-four they are still children, that “just make yourself happy” “Do what YOU want” “Stop having the Man bring you down” and crap like that when teaching our children what the difference between a rooster and a hen and that they’re all chickens is more important. Knowing the location of Springfield, yeah all of them, on a map is important because my fiends our competitors like the Chinese, the Japanese and God forbid any radical Islamic country bent on destroying a country as great as ours will succeed if our children, the ones who are supposed to take over in the next generation don’t clean up their act. .
But who’s fault is this really? Is it the kids who asked mom or dad for the money to buy the game after they got the console for Christmas?. Maybe it’s because most parents use television as a wannabe babysitter and they just plop the kid down there for hours on end. No, not really, I blame this government for pushing what I call a “get it done fast and lie about it attitude” brought on by the Clinton administration and his statement “It depends on what the definition of the word IS is”
After that statement and people knew he was lying to his wife and Congress about having an affair, or several, people began to think that it was ok to lie to someone based upon small little words. “What IS is”, give me a break. In this day and age I have but one thing to say to Ex-President Clinton “Bite Me”. You Sir Mr. Clinton, in the early 90’s, started off this mess and now it’s not going to get better until it gets worse. Oh sure he handed off the flag to President Bush and he’ll probably fuck it up just as much, so much as I’ve seen he’s tried hard to fix the problem but is coming up short. All things being equal, Christ didn't speak English so there isn't such a thing as an "F" word either.
I don’t know, maybe these are just the ramblings of a madman or maybe I’m on to something and within minutes of posting a man in black will come crashing down my door demanding a retraction. One thing is for sure, as my younger sister Dotty just told me last night, I have to stop sweating the small stuff.
Well that the Lazlo Report for Thursday, January 11, 2007
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Friday
Giving Whoopi Airtime
This one is Short and sweet, hopefully to the point. Several nights ago on Hanity & Colmbs, of Fox News, they had as their guest, Whoopi Goldberg. (born Caryn Elaine Johnson for those who give a crap)
Now even if Mr. Hanity was to tear Whoopi a new one on his show that night, which I'm sure he did, I mean I don’t know I didn’t waste my time staying up to listen to her liberal crap that night, I just don't understand why she or her “pootie” is asked to be a guest on anyone's show for her to spew out her liberal agenda to the world when she is a COMEDIAN, not a politician, not a spokesperson, not a Ambassador to any counrty,nothing. If she’s not telling jokes she’s just an average Jane who gets airtime because she’s rich.
Now Sean Hanity is truly a great American because he works every day doing his best to better the county that has given him the things that he has, the opportunity to use his talent in his crusade to make a better United States and is not keeping all of his “winnings” or by that I mean he is giving back to the society that has been so good to him.
What I see Whoppi Goldberg do, the very rich Whoppi Goldberg do, is to complain about local government, complain about federal government, complain that no one gets taken care of by that government, that she isn’t taken care of by the government and that George Bush is the spawn of the Devil himself.
Dear Miss Whoppi: I have a suggestion for you; get off your fat ass, stop complaining and do a free concert that is not political at all, just funny shit (if even remember how) then donate all of that money, every red cent, to any poor people that you want. Now, THAT’S doing something. NOT going on Hanity & Colms plus numerous other television and radio shows and complaining about that evil George Bus. All I hear is that you can bitch pretty good but here are some facts that may surprise you:
World War II cost the United States an amount equal to approximately a full year's GDP -- adjusted for inflation, equal to about $12 trillion dollars back in 1945.
WWII cost America more than 400,000 killed in action, and nearly 100,000 still missing in action.
The Iraq war has, so far, cost the US about $160 billion dollars, which is roughly what 9/11 cost New York. It has also cost about 2,200 American lives, which is roughly 2/3 of the 3,000 lives that the Jihad snuffed out on 9/11. But the cost of not fighting and winning WWII would have been unimaginably greater, it’s inconceivable what this country would be like because there would be no “African American” people under the American Nazi Government.
And if the terrorist win the War on Terror that your adversary, George W. Bush, is so strongly fighting against, then there will again be slaves to another régime, this time it will be called the Islamic Régime and they don’t like black people either. Think about it Miss Whoopie.
That’s the Lazlo Report for Thursday January 4rd, 2007
Now even if Mr. Hanity was to tear Whoopi a new one on his show that night, which I'm sure he did, I mean I don’t know I didn’t waste my time staying up to listen to her liberal crap that night, I just don't understand why she or her “pootie” is asked to be a guest on anyone's show for her to spew out her liberal agenda to the world when she is a COMEDIAN, not a politician, not a spokesperson, not a Ambassador to any counrty,nothing. If she’s not telling jokes she’s just an average Jane who gets airtime because she’s rich.
Now Sean Hanity is truly a great American because he works every day doing his best to better the county that has given him the things that he has, the opportunity to use his talent in his crusade to make a better United States and is not keeping all of his “winnings” or by that I mean he is giving back to the society that has been so good to him.
What I see Whoppi Goldberg do, the very rich Whoppi Goldberg do, is to complain about local government, complain about federal government, complain that no one gets taken care of by that government, that she isn’t taken care of by the government and that George Bush is the spawn of the Devil himself.
Dear Miss Whoppi: I have a suggestion for you; get off your fat ass, stop complaining and do a free concert that is not political at all, just funny shit (if even remember how) then donate all of that money, every red cent, to any poor people that you want. Now, THAT’S doing something. NOT going on Hanity & Colms plus numerous other television and radio shows and complaining about that evil George Bus. All I hear is that you can bitch pretty good but here are some facts that may surprise you:
World War II cost the United States an amount equal to approximately a full year's GDP -- adjusted for inflation, equal to about $12 trillion dollars back in 1945.
WWII cost America more than 400,000 killed in action, and nearly 100,000 still missing in action.
The Iraq war has, so far, cost the US about $160 billion dollars, which is roughly what 9/11 cost New York. It has also cost about 2,200 American lives, which is roughly 2/3 of the 3,000 lives that the Jihad snuffed out on 9/11. But the cost of not fighting and winning WWII would have been unimaginably greater, it’s inconceivable what this country would be like because there would be no “African American” people under the American Nazi Government.
And if the terrorist win the War on Terror that your adversary, George W. Bush, is so strongly fighting against, then there will again be slaves to another régime, this time it will be called the Islamic Régime and they don’t like black people either. Think about it Miss Whoopie.
That’s the Lazlo Report for Thursday January 4rd, 2007
Working For The I.A.T.S.E. Union At Age 19 In The 1970's
So my heart’s a flutter with delight as I’m just about to get up and shine my light. Oh wait I’m getting ahead of myself. OK I’ll set the scene. My initial call was for the AS (Angel Stadium in Anaheim, now used for the Dodgers too… anyhow) It was for ZZ Tops that was to head lined the show with Journey as their back-up.
Anyhow, it takes two sixteen hour days to set up a stage at the AS. You’re talking metal scaffolding,hammering it together and ploping sheets of plywood on to it. So there I was, a nineteen year old, taking 1” sheets of 4X8 plywood and tossing it up to other guy as you’re building stages for the speaker stands, three high on each side of the already two-high stage so we’re talking a five story high, of six foot each, and then on top of that a lazar apparatus that goes atop of the speaker stand. It was a show!
OK, so I got all 32 hours of the call for the build up but I wasn't asked for the take-down, why, because I would have been on 2-1/2 times pay. That makes perfect sence in the real worold but this is the entertainment business so it doesn't have to make any sence. They needed someone to guide the band off as they exited stage left, I think it was left, well that doesn't matter, what matters is that I got another call. Another call meant mo-money. It was a four hour call at regular time so I said “Sure I’ll take it”
Besides I got to keep my backstage pass. That meant that I got to stick around and loiter, eating at the catered tables, or I could just watch the show, which is exactly what I did.
So as the band is getting ready to go on stage, one of the bearded guys (Hill I think) said “Hey ole buddy, ain’tcha gonna have a beer or two?” and I said “I’ don’t know man, I gotta go ask my dispatcher and all”, and he said ….Well I don't want to go into the long drawn out conversation between me and this guy from ZZ Tops but needless to say the next thing I knew was that my dispatcher told me that if the band siad to have a beer then have a beer but , I better not get drunk and make a famous person trip and fall on their ass as they walked off stage because if I do I would NEVER EVER get another gig like this again. Well, I took his advice and just grabbed two soda pops.
So all of these young people, my age, are up against a chain link fence, (my wife later tells me she was there too, so she says) and here I am leaning against one of the 4X4X6 base speakers, on stage mind you, with the Dusty Hill on his base six feet from me and Frank Beard ,the drummer, only four feet away from me and I’m drinking a 7-up and smoking my Kools....I'm telling you it was a show.
Now, I thought that LaGrange was the final song so I stood up and was about to get ready with my flashlight. AHH! But it wasn’t. It was the Tush Tour and Tush was the last song. So here’s this guy behind me going “Pssst ….Pssst Hey you…yeah you buddy…hey… get off stage, they're filming us right now”. Now for what I have no idea and I never asked. And I don’t really care. I am hoping that some day I win a ZZ Tops DVD set like I did when I won the complete Rush DVD set, I may see myself someday at an early age being a dork; hey, ya never know.
Anyhow the song ends and the entire stadium goes Jet Black………….. My flashlight goes on and the band exits without even a stumble. Mission accomplished. Now, I can’t tell you about the time when the band invited me backstage into their trailer to smoke weed and to do other drugs to get me high because that didn’t happen but I did meet Jeff Lynn, the lead guitar player for ELO, and he was a real nice guy. I still have one of his guitar pic’s too. :)
Oh yeah, just before the mad 8 hour rush to take down that stage at the Anaheim Stadium, I went back up and grabbed what I could, the towel that Frank Beard used and a pair of drum sticks of his; (many of them went to other people) my first wife made me throw away the sweaty towel. Looking back, I’m not sure even now if it’d be worth something but I know that I still wouldn’t give my son a spanking for breaking off the tip on one of the drum sticks. Now if it had been one of Jon Bonham’s drum sticks then I would have been murder and I would be writing this blog from prison.
That’s the Lazlo Report for Tuesday, January 2nd 2007.
Anyhow, it takes two sixteen hour days to set up a stage at the AS. You’re talking metal scaffolding,hammering it together and ploping sheets of plywood on to it. So there I was, a nineteen year old, taking 1” sheets of 4X8 plywood and tossing it up to other guy as you’re building stages for the speaker stands, three high on each side of the already two-high stage so we’re talking a five story high, of six foot each, and then on top of that a lazar apparatus that goes atop of the speaker stand. It was a show!
OK, so I got all 32 hours of the call for the build up but I wasn't asked for the take-down, why, because I would have been on 2-1/2 times pay. That makes perfect sence in the real worold but this is the entertainment business so it doesn't have to make any sence. They needed someone to guide the band off as they exited stage left, I think it was left, well that doesn't matter, what matters is that I got another call. Another call meant mo-money. It was a four hour call at regular time so I said “Sure I’ll take it”
Besides I got to keep my backstage pass. That meant that I got to stick around and loiter, eating at the catered tables, or I could just watch the show, which is exactly what I did.
So as the band is getting ready to go on stage, one of the bearded guys (Hill I think) said “Hey ole buddy, ain’tcha gonna have a beer or two?” and I said “I’ don’t know man, I gotta go ask my dispatcher and all”, and he said ….Well I don't want to go into the long drawn out conversation between me and this guy from ZZ Tops but needless to say the next thing I knew was that my dispatcher told me that if the band siad to have a beer then have a beer but , I better not get drunk and make a famous person trip and fall on their ass as they walked off stage because if I do I would NEVER EVER get another gig like this again. Well, I took his advice and just grabbed two soda pops.
So all of these young people, my age, are up against a chain link fence, (my wife later tells me she was there too, so she says) and here I am leaning against one of the 4X4X6 base speakers, on stage mind you, with the Dusty Hill on his base six feet from me and Frank Beard ,the drummer, only four feet away from me and I’m drinking a 7-up and smoking my Kools....I'm telling you it was a show.
Now, I thought that LaGrange was the final song so I stood up and was about to get ready with my flashlight. AHH! But it wasn’t. It was the Tush Tour and Tush was the last song. So here’s this guy behind me going “Pssst ….Pssst Hey you…yeah you buddy…hey… get off stage, they're filming us right now”. Now for what I have no idea and I never asked. And I don’t really care. I am hoping that some day I win a ZZ Tops DVD set like I did when I won the complete Rush DVD set, I may see myself someday at an early age being a dork; hey, ya never know.
Anyhow the song ends and the entire stadium goes Jet Black………….. My flashlight goes on and the band exits without even a stumble. Mission accomplished. Now, I can’t tell you about the time when the band invited me backstage into their trailer to smoke weed and to do other drugs to get me high because that didn’t happen but I did meet Jeff Lynn, the lead guitar player for ELO, and he was a real nice guy. I still have one of his guitar pic’s too. :)
Oh yeah, just before the mad 8 hour rush to take down that stage at the Anaheim Stadium, I went back up and grabbed what I could, the towel that Frank Beard used and a pair of drum sticks of his; (many of them went to other people) my first wife made me throw away the sweaty towel. Looking back, I’m not sure even now if it’d be worth something but I know that I still wouldn’t give my son a spanking for breaking off the tip on one of the drum sticks. Now if it had been one of Jon Bonham’s drum sticks then I would have been murder and I would be writing this blog from prison.
That’s the Lazlo Report for Tuesday, January 2nd 2007.
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