Saturday, May 7, 2011
Deli owner murdered on East Side
You can look years younger
The pacer
The White House asked the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency, which provides and analyzes satellite imagery, to determine the pacer’s height. The agency said the man’s height was somewhere between 5-foot-8 and 6-foot-8, according to one official.
Wow. Intelligence information like that must have been very valuable. I heard they also determined the man's weight to be somewhere between 130 and 400 lbs.
Death of Osama bin Laden: Phone call pointed U.S. to compound — and to ‘the pacer’
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What?
Yes, Liz Taylor is no longer with us, but what a polarizing figure. She is somewhere with Michael Jackson and his pet chimp Bubbles. However, at least she outlasted Zsa Zsa Gabor...
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Nothing good happens after midnight

It was "National shove a lobbyist off a bar stool" night on Tuesday in Albany. Jack O'Donnell, the spoiled, entitled son of political opportunist Denise O'Donnell, was smacked around a little bit by a big Indian who apparently had a little too much firewater...
"Why don't you like Indians?" Gonzales asked O'Donnell.
Gonzales accused O'Donnell of staring at another Seneca leader seated at a nearby table.
O'Donnell told Gonzales that he was only looking at a television, located near the table of Senecas, not the Native Americans. At that point, other Senecas urged Gonzales to go up to his hotel room. A short while later, Gonzales returned and shoved O'Donnell.
On behalf of everyone who hates lobbyists and friends of Steve Pigeon, we'd like to say thank you. The big question is, did his mommy give O'Donnell permission to be out at a bar at 2AM?
Thursday, May 5, 2011
A place where everybody knows your name
I have to admit, when I drove by Nick's a few months ago and Nick's wasn't Nick's anymore, I was a little bit saddened. It was the end of an era. It seems as though every person in South Buffalo had eaten there at some point. Many I'm sure ate breakfast there at 1AM (or later). My first experience with slime sauce was either at Nick's or Seneca Texas Hots, I can't remember.
While it was sad to see Nick's go, I've been pleasantly surprised by the new place. The owners of Chuckie's Texas Red Hots seem to have a good grasp on what it takes to run a successful restaurant. They really fixed the inside up and it is much cleaner than it had been. They completely remodeled it and installed a big screen television. Admittedly, I'm not a picky eater. However, the food has been much to my liking. It's comforting to know there's a place you can go that is almost always open, too. While they close at 11PM on Sunday thru Wednesday, they are open 24 hours on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
The servers we've met have been extremely nice, too. They really make you feel at home and appreciated. Ultimately, the thing that will make or break any restaurant, in my opinion, is the food. If the food is good, the word will get around and people will come back. I've been to Chuckie's twice with my friend Big Mike and once with the renowned local food critic "The Ninja." We all really enjoyed our dining experience there.
Chuckie's is running a Thursday special if you "like" them on Facebook. Here is the link: Chuckie's Texas hots It is a great deal and I hope you stop by and check the place out and support this neighborhood business if you can. Please feel free to tell them the Blogger sent you.
One man's perspective

There is a moment of terror frozen in osama bin laden’s mind, and I wish I was there to have seen it. For there is a moment of terror he has frozen in my mind.
On a bright, sunny, cloudless, blue-sky September day a decade ago I watched in stunned disbelief and horrible sadness as the events unfolded – and felt the same horrible emotions as all Americans that day - anger, sadness, disbelief, confusion, helplessness – and there was nothing I could do.
I watched a feeble but defiant act that morning as 3 New York City Firefighters raised our flag on a makeshift flagpole in the midst of that rubble mere hours after the attack, for even in the face of this horrible adversity, they were determined to fly the American flag.
Inspired by them, I climbed up onto the roof of my house, erected the tallest flagpole possible, and hoisted the biggest American flag I could find – in my own act of defiance – for it was all I could do.
For years, I refused to ever fly it at half mast, and against protocol, even to take it down at night, for no terrorist was ever going to make me lower my American flag. Flying that flag high was all I could do to grieve, and to heal myself from the events of that day.
In time, I began to realize that same American flag had flown for over 200 hundred years and over a thousand American battlefields, in so many wars and battles we have been victorious in, but being a such peace–loving people, have never wanted to fight - so many times refusing until we are finally forced to battle.
I have seen this flag raised high at Trenton, Yorktown, Gettysburg, Antietam and Appomattox, at San Juan Hill, Bellau Wood, and over American aircraft carriers after an improbable victory near Midway Island. The flag has flown at Utah and Omaha beaches, liberated Paris, over Hitler’s fortress in Bavaria and the Vietnams Veteran’s Memorial in Washington. We’ve placed this flag on the moon, sent it in peace on space probes leaving our solar system, and it flies in still unsettled places like Bagdad, Kabul and Fallujah. At every natural disaster around the globe out flag proudly flies because it is American ships and troops who arrive first on the scene first to provide aid.
In another important act of American defiance, our flag still flies today, and everyday, over the USS Arizona, sunk 70 years ago in a horrible surprise attack by an undeclared foe. Though a sunken wreck, it is still a commissioned ship in the US Navy, and it’s from there, that Navy, that today’s American heroes are born.
There is a moment of terror frozen in osama bin laden’s mind. I wasn’t there to see it but I am sure of what happened. (You will notice that I refuse to even capitalize his name, to even give that honor to a murderer, terrorist, and evil sociopath who caused so many countless humans hurt, anger, sadness and loss.)
As osama awoke in the early morning, there were aircraft overhead, confusing, troubling action and the sound of explosions, much like a bright sunny, cloudless, blue-sky September day a decade ago. I don’t know when he first saw them, our Navy SEALS – did they come around a corner, or were they running down a hall, or did they burst into his room? I wasn’t there, I didn’t have to be, because I already know what he saw.
There is a moment frozen in time, osama’s last moment. It was finally HIS moment of terror. Uncertain who was invading his lair, but now realizing that the whole planet wasn’t a big enough place to hide from American justice, he was confronted by a soldier, a Navy SEAL. Just seconds before his end, his impending death, he caught something on the SEALS’s shoulder - a bright patch of red, and white, and blue – the American flag - in his last conscious second, as our bullet pierced his eye, he was staring at the American flag.
Copyright Bob Rushok
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Gunga galoonga

Dalai Lama suggests killing bin Laden justified
LOS ANGELES (AP) - The Dalai Lama seems to suggest the United States was justified in killing Osama bin Laden.
Speaking Tuesday to about 3,000 students at the University of Southern California, the 75-year-old Tibetan leader says bin Laden, as a human being, may have deserved compassion and even forgiveness.
But the Los Angeles Times says the Dalai Lama added: "Forgiveness doesn't mean forget what happened."
He says it is sometimes necessary to take counter-measures.
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Get the hell out of my yard!

Some facts are beginning to come out regarding how Osama bin Laden remained hidden from his neighbors. According to CNN's Nic Robertson, bin Laden's goons would not retrieve the soccer balls kicked over his fence by neighborhood youths. Instead, they gave the kids cash. (That's a great way to blend in with others in the neighborhood????)
We had a guy like that in our neighborhood. Perhaps he was an al Quaeda terrorist. All these years, we just figured he was an angry old man, upset about his prostate problems...
Osama Bin Laden Took Little Kids' Soccer Balls