Maybe you want to watch the show and understand where I'm coming from. If you right-click the video while it's playing, it will go to full screen.
http://www.kotv.com/e-clips/news/?id=6779
The City of Tulsa during their "Tulsarama" celebration in 1957, buried among other things, a brand new 1957 Plymouth Belvedere under the street outside city hall, to be unearthed in 2007. The car was sealed inside of a concrete vault, and wrapped in some "state of the art" automobile-sized protective burial shroud. Inside the car were the usual articles of the day, and microfilmed entries to a contest- with the car going to the person who most closely guessed the population of Tulsa in the year 2007 .
City folks dig up the 3,000 pounds of rust- I mean car, take it to the local Arena and sell tickets to the unveiling and opening. They invited Boyd Coddington and his crew to help with the unveiling and opening, and I don't know about you but Boyd Coddington has rubbed me like rubbing fingernails on a chalkboard. I don't know why, but to see him standing next to that car made me wonder just when is he going to whip out his checkbook and pay someone $10 Grand to sell it to him so that he can restore it and make another million dollars off of it.
I have also learned where the tearm "Okie from Muskogee" comes from. These local folks are giving their speeches and improvs on stage, trying to make this historic event rival the unveilling of Tut's tomb, and it's just not working. The hour-long event seemed about as painful as a root canal, making it rank right up their with the sucess of Geraldo's opening of Al Capone's secret underground chamber full of dirt.
Cutting to the chase, they open the trunk of the car and the time capsule inside, and instead of treating the articles inside with attention to it's potentially priceless historic value, these people seem to attack the contents with the all the grace of a gang of street hobos going through the garbage can behind the doughnut shop, with about as much reguard for the careful removal and preservation of the contents as they had for the storage of them back in '57.
Which just goes to show ya...if yer gonna store a car for 50 years, put it somewhere DRY! I've seen cars abandoned in forests that were in better shape than this poor thing.
That's it! I wrote a letter to the Wisconsin Public Service Commission and told them where they can JAM that 4.3% energy increase, and you can too! How many rate increases have they gotten approved in the last two years? Who ARE these heartless 32 ounce-Porterhouse -and- five-Martini-lunch bloodsuckers on the commission??? The way it is now, everytime my bill comes I just want to PUKE!
I've insulated, I use those new light bulbs, I cleaned the dust out from under my refrigerator, installed a new water heater, I use a set-back thermostat...
TELL ME PSC...WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ?!?!?!?!?!
Here's the complaint link:
http://psc.wi.gov/apps/cmplnts/content/cmplnt.aspx<
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And people wonder why there are no job oppertunities in the inner city. It's pretty sad when you have to kill a pizzy delivery guy for about $100 bucks! And did I hear that ELEVEN people were taken into custody as a result?
And this is not the first time he had been shot! It's the third! Now, the restaurant will probably not service that section of town anymore.
Soon there will be no reason whatsoever to live in the inner city. There is already rampant theft, and stores and malls and businesses are closed after just "giving up" on trying to keep stuff from walking out the door. Why is it that some people choose to live like animals? What is the point of the stealing, murdering, dealing, etc.? Aren't some people just happy with what they have? I was DIRT POOR but I didn't have to hurt my community- I was happy with what I had, and didn't have.
Soon, the good people of the inner city will need a pizza delivered, but they will have to move to a new neighborhood and bring their kids with them. And so the circle of life continues.
I wonder how many more years it will be until I can't get a pizza delivered anymore...
Merry Christmas.
