The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 7

"Vinny? What are you doing here? I heard that you were still in the craft?' replied Grrr.
"Grrr ?  Thank God! No pal. The market dropped out of the "good fella" movie craze, I did some security work and a bit of SNL, but in the end it was back to the where-house. I am sorry guys." Vinny said to Bob and Dr. H.  "I did not know that youse were pals of Grrr. No hard feelings. What can I do for ya?"
"Well Vin..." Grrr explained about the missing earth box and Vlad's need to find it.
"Ok pal, hold on" said Vinny as he put tie numbers in his computer.
"I think we got it.
"Yes we do. The boss likes to wait until the truck has a full load, sometimes if it  is slow, that can take a couple of days. But I just gave the order to the dock, it is on its way and the box will be at Vlad"s in 10 minutes."
"Thanks Vin. Stop by the cave, Gretta will be happy to see you again. Are you still seeing Mary?"
"One could say that..We were married five years ago." replied Vinny sans Brooklyn accent.
"What happened to the accent sir?" asked Bob. 
"Vin was born in LA old ape, about a mile from Venice Beach!" said Grrr
"Indeed true Bob, but well you see how I appear, and when they were making all of those "good fella" movies, who does not want to be in the movies? I worked hard to master  the accent to go with my appearance. But I never got pass B rolls. So  tis back to the real world. The job here is good and the boss has the idea that I am "connected" as it is useful I have not tried to correct it. Under the rose gentlemen?"
The End..

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 6

.......At once the room was shattered  by the terrible hunting roar of the angry T-Rex. "Glad to help pal..I missed lunch!!!"   Replied Grrr as the 65 foot tall  T-Rex stepped into the room.  
The leg beakers  with the pipes and the 2/4s disappeared,  the wood and steel hitting the floor with a  thud and a clang. They wanted no part of an angry T Rex!
The ring leader, whose face turned white, looked up in terror. 
"Grrr? is .. is that you?" he asked
"Vinny? What are you doing here? I heard that you were still in the craft?' replied Grrr.
"Grrr ?  Thank God! No pal the market dropped out of the "good fella" movie craze, I did some security work and a bit of SNL but in the end it was back to the where-house. I am sorry guys." Vinny said to Bob and Dr. H.  "I did not know that youse were pals of Grrr. No hard feelings. What can I do for ya?"
"Well Vin..." Grrr explained about the missing earth box and Vlad's need to find it.
"Ok pal, hold on" said Vinny as he put tie numbers in his computer.
"I think we got it...

To be continued,

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 5

"My truck is in the shop. so I sent the box back with the freight company. "Dino Delivery" I got the phone number and the tracking number right here" Steve said rushing to his computer.

"Thanks pal"  Grrr called to Steve as the guys rushed to Grrr's pickup we will let ya know what happens."

"As you can uh.. see gentlemen, it is often the case that polite inquiry has  UM  beneficial rewards."   "Yeah, ok Doc" replied Grrr. "Hum-mm" said Bob.

When the guys arrived at   the delivery service where-house that was as sign ."Closed for Lunch!" and a big human eating and reading a newspaper at the desk.

"Please pardon our ..ur intrusion gentle being only a matter..." said Dr. H"

"Hey, ducky..can ya read?" "I uh well yes and in 16 languages human and dino but I fail to understand the nature  " replied Dr. H

"Yeah? Than you should have read the sign. Closed for lunch..means closed for lunch!" 

"But good sir  the matter is of the nature of an emergency .."

"Ducky(  hadrosaurs were  sometimes called "duckbills a name that they found insulting)

Ducky, the only emergency you are gonna have is getting my boot off ya neck!" said the big human getting up.

"Excuse me Doc, sometimes it is better if we humans talk to each other" Stepping in front of Dr. H, Bob looked at the other man and said "All right you *(*)(*&&*(&*(* since polite wont work we will try marine style. I want a *(*(*&*(& and I want it now!"

"All right..all right  we do our best to help I was just kidding ..ya got a tracking number?"

When the guy got to his computer, instead of inputting the tracking number,  he pushed an alarm button and 5 helpers came running out from the yard with pipes and 2/4s ." What  You  gonna do now big shot " the guy asked "that my friends are here?"  "I may have to call a friend of mine." replied Bob. "One friend?..Hey guys  he got one friend! Go ahead call him.  More for us to play with!"  "Grrr, we have a issue.  you mind stepping in here for a minute pal?" At once the room was shattered  by the terrible hunting roar of the angry T-Rex. "Glad to help pal..I missed lunch!!!"   Replied Grrr as the 65 foot tall  T-Rex stepped into the room.  To be continued

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 4

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 4

Giving Dr H a friendly slap on the back with his tail, and almost knocking the kindly old hadrosaur   off his feet, Grrr said "Doc, now I know why Flower keeps ya around!"            "Lets get started." said Bob    The guys jumped into Grrr's truck and headed into Dinotown to the local re-finishing place.   Steve (Stefan ) Stegosaurus had come to Dino town from the old country several years ago and worked hard and long to start his own shop. Dino and humans said that if it was wood and you wanted it fixed or restored right. see Steve. The pals pulled up in front of the shop and Grrr and Bob went charging in.   "Hey Steve where the heck is Vlad's earth box?" roared Grrr. "We know that you did the work.   So where is the box?" demanded Bob.          Jumping to his feet and swinging his spiked tail in defense mode;   Steve started to yell in a foreign tongue.   
"Gentle beings..gentle beings; perhaps a less mum dare I  say confrontational approach may at least at the start,   be..more productive of the out come all wish?" Said Dr H  stepping between the two sides.  Before Bob or Grrr could figure out what Doc just  said  turning to Steve, Dr. H said. "Please be so kind as to forgive the um..intemperate approach of my friends. you see Vlad is in desperate straits.'" "Vlad?"   Asked Steve with concern in his voice. "He is from the old country like me. When the bank say "No. you are too new'!  A stake he gave me to start my shop. His theater,  the movies from the old country he shows and the food. I love America.  It is my home and has blessed me.  I would die for her with joy, but sometimes, fellas, you get lonely, sad for your youth --the old home..Vlad he knows. For him anything!   How can I help ya?"
Grrr explained about the earth box and Vlad's need to recover it as soon as possible." 
"I see.  A box I  can make ya in an hour for Vlad.  But the soil, the native earth, that has to come from the old country and the laws now? It could take weeks. My truck is in the shop. so I sent the box back with the freight company. "Dino Delivery" I got the phone number and the tracking number right here" Steve said rushing to his computer.. To be continued

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 3

Vlad does not want to hurt her feelings.  .You know what a soft heart he has...but he cannot leave the darkened  theater and he can only go so long with no earth box!"
Grrr and Bob looked at Dr. H. "You are the brain doc." said Grrr "Yeah, what do you think sir?" asked Bob.
"Now  ur gentle beings I ..ur make no unfounded or unjust claim  to any ur mental dominance I.." replied a kindly and modest Dr. H.
"Ok pal we get it!" said Bob "Yeah time is wasting doc! What do you think?"
"Well, since you gentle beings are kind enough to ask..perhaps it may seem logical to began our efforts by tracing the earth box?  That is to say..look at were  we last KNOW that it was and go forth  from there?"
 Giving Dr H a friendly slap on the back with his tail, and almost knocking the kindly old hadrosaur   off his feet, Grrr said"Doc, now I know why Flower keeps ya around!"  
"Lets get started." said Bob

To be continued.

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earth box. part 2

ad "Hey, rotten reptilian. Doc H said you outta be more polite on the phone!!!" called Bob with an evil grin.
" As our  uh ladies are uh  afar, not as is it  were under our benevolent and protective eye,  and, as it possible that  that phone call may concern their well being, it maybe,   that is to say, it perhaps may be just as well to temporally hold in avoidance the comradely humor until the substance  of the message is disclosed " said Dr. H to Bob reprovingly.
"You  are, of course, correct sir." replied Bob.
"What? Why would she...? they  did ?  When..Ok..Ok.. We are on the way.  Keep  ya cape on!" said  Grrr
As he walked back into the garage, Grrr told the guys. "That was Vlad, he have gotten himself into a pickle and we gotta help the undead bum!"
"Perhaps a sharing of the nature of his difficulty may shed some day light on the problem?" asked Dr. H
"Daylight IS the problem doc." replied Grrr 
" Give pal,  What is the story?" asked Bob.
"It seems that Vlad has a new girl and she was tidying up around the movie house, well she found his old earth box and, as it was his birthday, she sent it out to be refinished. The guy at the shop, told her he could have it back by the end of the day and as Vlad was watching another of his euro movie marathons  with some pals from the old county, she figured it would be a surprise and she had the time.But when it did not show up, she called the shop and the guy said he sent it and gave her the tracking number but the company said they dont have it.  Vlad does not want to hurt her feelings.  .You know what a soft heart he has...but he cannot leave the darkened  theater and he can only go so long with no earth box!"
To be continued

The Vampire and the case of the missing Earthbox.

Grrr, Dr H. and Bob were sitting around in Grrr's garage arguing over which was the best Sunday comic when the phone rang. Grrr yelled "Babe the phone!" Bob said " She went to the Ladies Shoppe with Flower and Stef. ya forget?" "No..I dont forget nothing..I did not descend from no monkey!!!" replied Grrr as he went to pick up the phone. "Hello Grrr Rex here Wanna ya want?" Hum..perhaps a uh..more sensitive request might enable the caller to ,,ur more freely share their concerns?" said Dr. H. "Hey, rotten reptilian; Doc said You outta be more polite on the phone!!!" called bob with an evil grin..To be continued

Flower was troubled.

Flower, the Hippy raptor and Gretta's younger sister had joined Stef and Gretta in the ladies shop and as she looked trough the rack she looked troubled. "Is something wrong sister? asked Gretta.."it's it's guys I just dont understand them!! I think that they ..they like to fight.!" Stef looked at Flower and at Gretta with a questioning gaze. "She led a very sheltered life, She is the youngest of the nest and the pact. The only guy she ever dated was old Dr. H, and as you know, she married him." "Oh," said Stef with a nod. "Flower" said Stef, " Cuys do like to argue and fight. It is a "Guy" thing." "What brought this on sister?" asked Gretta as she shopped. "Well," replied Flower, I dropped off Heddi at your house Stef as I knew that Grrr was there and ..I could hear Bob and Grrr roaring at each other. I was afraid to let Heddi go in. You know Bob was a Marine and Grrr is a T-Rex and Heddi ( hadrosaur ) is so kind and gentle. I ran in , a few minutes after him as I could hear all three guys yelling, but but the guys were sitting and drinking and Heddi was saying 'That while the merits of the "The Phantom" or "Hagar the horrible" are indeed beyond dispute; to any rational being, the worth of "Dagwood" must be seen as of a higher order." The boys were roaring and yelling but they were smiling ...I dont understand guys!" "Not to worry sister, they dont understand us either. "True" said Stef.

A can and a mug,,, : )

"The boys, near as I can see, are arguing about what is the better comic. "The Phantom" or "Hagar the horrible"...
"The phantom" roared Grrr
"Hagar" shouted Bob
"Look ya descendant of a rock ape the Phantom is a classic, it has been around for more than 50 years!" roared Grrr
"You rotten reptile! Hagar is current..the Phantom is good, no question, but it has been around since the 30's!!!" 
After about 30 minutes of roaring and shouting..Grrr said " Time out pal? I need a root beer." Good Idea old reptile; a coffee would go well.
The two pals walked happily together to the kitchen....

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A Happy Sunday.

A Happy Sunday.
As Stef and Gretta were backing out of the driveway, there was a sale at one of their favorite ladies shops and they had coupons : ) Stef heard Bob shouting and Grrr roaring at each other. "Are the boys having a fight?" asked Stef. 
"Nope, you know how the ONLY part of the Sunday that they really enjoy is the comic section?" Making her soprano as deep as she could to mimic, Grrr Gretta said " The comics are the only thing in the paper worth reading!" Steff replied trying to sound like Bob. "The only thing worth reading BABE!" Giving each the "Wife look" the two friends smiled. "The boys, near as I can see, are arguing about what is the better comic. "The Phantom" or "Hagar the Horrible"...

I am honestly shocked at the way Trump/ Cruz and Carson were treated

I would support either Cruz or Trump over Clinton and Smile I have to add that as a student of history and a life long supporter of the GOP since 68, I am honestly shocked at the way Trump/ Cruz and Carson were treated. I expect that from the progressives but not the GOP, this election has been a wake up call.

Why the elite hate Trump

Worth reading
http://buchanan.org/blog/sea-island-conspiracy-124936

By Patrick J. Buchanan

Over the long weekend before the Mississippi and Michigan primaries, the sky above Sea Island was black with corporate jets.

Apple’s Tim Cook, Google’s Larry Page and Eric Schmidt, Napster’s Sean Parker, Tesla Motors’ Elon Musk, and other members of the super-rich were jetting in to the exclusive Georgia resort, ostensibly to participate in the annual World Forum of the American Enterprise Institute.

Among the advertised topics of discussion: “Millennials: How Much Do They Matter and What Do They Want?”

That was the cover story.

As revealed by the Huffington Post, Sea Island last weekend was host to a secret conclave at the Cloisters where oligarchs colluded with Beltway elites to reverse the democratic decisions of millions of voters and abort the candidacy of Donald Trump.

Among the journalists at Sea Island were Rich Lowry of National Review, which just devoted an entire issue to the topic: “Against Trump,” and Arthur Sulzberger, publisher of the Trumphobic New York Times.

Bush guru Karl Rove of FOX News was on hand, as were Speaker Paul Ryan, Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and Sen. Lindsey Graham, dispatched by Trump in New Hampshire and a berserker on the subject of the Donald.

So, too, was William Kristol, editor of the rabidly anti-Trump Weekly Standard, who reported back to comrades: “The key task now, to … paraphrase Karl Marx, is less to understand Trump than to stop him.”

Kristol earlier tweeted that the Sea Island conclave is “off the record, so please do consider my tweets from there off the record.”

Redeeming itself for relegating Trump to its entertainment pages, the Huffington Post did the nation a service in lifting the rug on “something rotten in the state.”

What we see at Sea Island is that, despite all their babble about bringing the blessings of “democracy” to the world’s benighted, AEI, Neocon Central, believes less in democracy than in perpetual control of the American nation by the ruling Beltway elites.

If an outsider like Trump imperils that control, democracy be damned. The elites will come together to bring him down, because, behind party ties, they are soul brothers in the pursuit of power.

Something else was revealed by the Huffington Post — a deeply embedded corruption that permeates this capital city.

The American Enterprise Institute for Public Policy Research is a 501(c)(3) under IRS rules, an organization exempt from U.S. taxation.

Million-dollar corporate contributions to AEI are tax-deductible.

This special privilege, this freedom from taxation, is accorded to organizations established for purposes such as “religious, educational, charitable, scientific, literary … or the prevention of cruelty to children or animals.”

What the co-conspirators of Sea Island were up at the Cloisters was about as religious as what the Bolsheviks at that girls school known as the Smolny Institute were up to in Petrograd in 1917.

From what has been reported, it would not be extreme to say this was a conspiracy of oligarchs, War Party neocons, and face-card Republicans to reverse the results of the primaries and impose upon the party, against its expressed will, a nominee responsive to the elites’ agenda.

And this taxpayer-subsidized “Dump Trump” camarilla raises even larger issues.

Now America is not Russia or Egypt or China.

But all those countries are now moving purposefully to expose U.S. ties to nongovernmental organizations set up and operating in their capital cities.

Many of those NGOs have had funds funneled to them from U.S. agencies such as the National Endowment for Democracy, which has backed “color-coded revolutions” credited with dumping over regimes in Serbia, Ukraine and Georgia.

In the early 1950s, in Iran and Guatemala, the CIA of the Dulles brothers did this work.

Whatever ones thinks of Vladimir Putin, can anyone blame him for not wanting U.S. agencies backing NGOs in Moscow, whose unstated goal is to see him and his regime overthrown?

And whatever one thinks of NED and its subsidiaries, it is time Americans took a hard look at the tax-exempt foundations, think tanks and public policy institutes operating in our capital city.

How many are like AEI, scheming to predetermine the outcome of presidential elections while enjoying tax exemptions and posturing as benign assemblages of disinterested scholars and seekers of truth?

How many of these tax-exempt think tanks are fronts and propaganda organs of transnational corporations that are sustained with tax-deductible dollars, until their “resident scholars” can move into government offices and do the work for which they have been paid handsomely in advance?

How many of these think tanks take foreign money to advance the interests of foreign regimes in America’s capital?

We talk about the “deep state” in Turkey and Egypt, the unseen regimes that exist beneath the public regime and rule the nation no matter the president or prime minister.

What about the “deep state” that rules us, of which we caught a glimpse at Sea Island?

A diligent legislature of a democratic republic would have long since dragged America’s deep state out into the sunlight.

The Constitution requires

http://www.bloomberg.com/politics/articles/2016-03-11/obama-confronts-a-skeptical-silicon-valley-at-south-by-southwest

The constitution requires that you make a case in court and get an court order.
We are still a republic

Why do the feds need a universal back door or a key ? Hand the phone in queation to Apple with a court order have apple crack that one phone and hand the info to the feds. That I can and do support but not a back door to all phones and phones of people who have committed not crime. There is ALWAYS a balance between freedom and security.

No more adds here

Hey Humans.
Since I Grrr Rex cannot control who ya humans sell add space to and there are limits!!
No more adds  need apply.
Grrr Rex

Guy has a claw in everything>>.

Bob was sitting at the table reading the Sunday paper, when Stef came over with a dept store flyer. " Dear, have you seen this? T-rex lamps and bed clothes? They are so cute!"
"Boy. Grrr is gonna be mad..he takes the T Rex image very seriously! I am going over to his cave right now and tell him!"
When he got to Grrr's cave, the mighty t-rex was in his favorite chair enjoying a mugg root beer and reading the paper. 
"Hey pal" said Bob "ya seen this" handing Grrr the flyer selling T-Rex stuff.
"Yep, I signed off on it .Grand an't it?" Replied Grrr.
"Grand??" but the T-Rex image..species pride..pal i dont get it?" asked a surprised Bob.
"Hey pal. You seen the price of a keg of Root beer lately??" asked Grrr with a big T-rex grin