ey for an eye...spoon for a spoon

violence begets violence , and the city of spoonjiahs and white trailer park trash begets the murderer vick. William Stark


There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. ~Ben Williams


The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. ~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912


From the dog's point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog. ~Mabel Louise Robinson


Dogs are miracles with paws. ~Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy


Man is a dog's idea of what God should be. ~Holbrook Jackson


The dog is the only animal that has seen his god. ~Author Unknown


Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really. ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull


My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet. ~Edith Wharton


We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment. ~George Eliot


I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive. ~Gilda Radner


I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better. They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying. ~George Bird Evans, Troubles with Bird Dogs


Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage. ~Agnes Repplier


One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why. ~Author Unknown


Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job. ~Franklin P. Jones


I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth


When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism! ~David Starr Jordan


Properly trained, a man can be dog's best friend. ~Corey Ford


If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them. ~Phil Pastoret


With the exception of women, there is nothing on earth so agreeable or necessary to the comfort of man as the dog. ~Edward Jesse, Anecdote of Dogs


The dog is a yes-animal, very popular with people who can't afford to keep a yes-man. ~Robertson Davies


Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. ~Max Eastman, Enjoyment of Laughter


My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am. ~Author Unknown


If dogs could talk, it would take a lot of the fun out of owning one. ~Andy Rooney


A dog is not "almost human" and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such. ~John Holmes


If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else's dog around. ~Will Rogers


The more I see of man, the more I like dogs. ~Mme. de Staël


Did you ever notice when you blow in a dog's face he gets mad at you? But when you take him in a car he sticks his head out the window. ~Steve Bluestone


To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs. ~Aldous Huxley


They never talk about themselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself, and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation. ~Jerome K. Jerome


Did you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? I think that is how dogs spend their lives. ~Sue Murphy


Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~Roger Caras


The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's. ~Mark Twain, letter to W.D. Howells, 2 April 1899


The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog. ~Ambrose Bierce

gitmo thugs being moved to Michigan

never forget.......wasn't that nonsense rallying cry of the nation after the attacks of September 11, 2001. ? moveon and the current administration should change their pre election slogan of " Bring the Troops Home" to "Bring the Terrorists Home"
........what a sad nation we reside, as a former Navy man I knew the nation would forget....but i did not fathom it would happen so soon.

newfound respect for the equine racers

it was the longest mile, on a brutally hot day and an equally difficult surface, 100 brave souls and 1 pony, attacked the sacred oval of Monmouth Park, the oval of champins, the host of Haskell Heros throughout the years. I was afraid at first that the pony had laurangitis, but she was just a little horse, these photos are the only pieces of evidence that survived the day.thankfully there was plenty of cold beer at the finish line and throughout the day , and the Koots provided the soundtrack for a splendid day.

healthy scratch ? hogwash

There is no truth to the rumor that I was scratched from todays race at the Monmouth Oval, the rain will not play a factor...just like the Greatest of the Great before me ( Secretariat, Unbridled, Strike the Gold, Barbaro and Big Brwon) I shall run like the wind.....God Speed and Following Seas ....Eternal Father.

The Monmouth Mile

Tomorrow , in the first ever Monmouth Mile, watch "El Gato" live on TVG (Tracksdie Live) Television as I gallop with greatness around the sacred oval that is "Monmouth Park".

that's right friends, yours truly will be part of a select few to partake in the inaugural footrace around the horsey track , all to raise money for retired thoroughbreds, hows that for givin back.....seriously it is a very good cause , it is the Re-Run Foundation and they care for elderly racehorses and allow them to live out their golden years with dignity, I know we are in a recession, but if you can spare a few sheckles you will probably sleep better for it.

I will certainly be choked with emotion as I circle the hallowed ground , I will wear my BARBARO T-Shirt and wonder what could have been if that glorious Horse had lived to participate in the Haskell......check back here Monday for a full report and hopefully some nice snapshots.

toga

today at the SPA we like crazy Charlie in the 5th race.....

at last.....some good news

as Loudon Wainright III would say.

"Squeaky's in Prison....I'm in Misery
That Little Red Riding Hood, she really does it for me"

can miss krenwinkle be far behind ?


for the record....squeaky just wanted to talk to Ford about the plight of California's Redwood Trees, if she really wanted to kill him she would have....maybe her, obama and Fords ghost can meet for a beer and hash this out.....obama can apologize for the malicous prosecution of Bugliosi and maybe even pardon Charley, Tex and Patricia,,,




HOUSTON — The Charles Manson follower convicted of attempting to assassinate President Gerald Ford is set to be released from a federal prison in Texas later this month after serving more than 30 years behind bars.

Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme was a 26-year-old disciple of the cult murderer Manson when she aimed a semiautomatic .45- caliber pistol at Ford in September 1975 in Sacramento, Calif. Secret Service agents grabbed her and Ford was unhurt.

Fromme, now 60, is scheduled to be released on parole from the Federal Medical Center Carswell in Fort Worth on Aug. 16, according to the Federal Bureau of Prisons and the court-appointed attorney who represented her at trial.

Fromme, who got a life term, became the first person sentenced under a special federal law covering assaults on U.S. presidents, a statute enacted after the 1963 assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

Ford was walking to the California State Capitol from his hotel when Fromme pushed through the crowd, drew the pistol from a holster on her thigh and pointed it at the president as he shook hands with well-wishers. She was restrained by Secret Service agents who wrested the gun away from her and led the president to safety.

It was unclear why Fromme was at Carswell, a facility that specializes in providing medical and mental health services to female offenders. A spokeswoman for the bureau of prisons did not immediately return a phone call Wednesday seeking comment.

"I knew some day she would be released," said John Virga, the Sacramento attorney who handled her trial.

Fromme served time in at least two other facilities before Carswell.

She escaped from a female prison in Alderson, W.Va., on Dec. 23, 1987, and was recaptured about two miles away on Christmas Day after a massive search. She was sentenced to an additional 15 months in prison for the escape.

Fromme had said she escaped from prison to be closer to Manson.

Manson is serving a life term in San Quentin in California for the 1969 murders of actress Sharon Tate and eight others. Fromme, one of his "family" of followers, was not implicated in those attacks.

Verizon Housecall

someone from Verizon needs to check in on Jimmy Holland.....I have not received a

"PUT IT IN THE BOOKS" text from Jimmy in quite some time.....it CAN'T Be that the METS have not won in all this time......certainly they won last night with Johan and K Rod protecting a 3 run lead in the 8th.......must be phone trouble for Holiday...

haskell

as i sit and ponder the 2009 Haskell over a warm cup of joe and try to decide where to steer my sheckles this day, i ask my self WWMD?

"Mister.......$2 to win on every horse "

no great help there, rarely pays off, although from a psychological standpoint your guarenteed to have the winner.

back to the drawing board.

I am leaning towards PAPA CLEM.......to be contd...

her last words

I will be back to Haunt Steve Mcevoy ! ! !

Death is a friend of ours, and he that is not ready to entertain him is
not at home
Sir Francis Bacon


As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used bring happy
death
Leonardo De Vinci

When the storm clouds gather 'round you, and heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's no one there to comfort you, with a helpin' hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find just one law abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Bob Dylan

Keep your lamps trimmed and burnin for this old world she's almost done.
Jorma

This ones for Gravey

well unfortunately the terrible rainfall seemed to prevent MR Dylan from Dedicating a 47 minute version of "if dogs run free" to my pal Gravey, but we know he meant to....quite possibly his lyrical Masterpiece..

If Dogs Run Free

If dogs run free, then why not we
Across the swooping plain?
My ears hear a symphony
Of two mules, trains and rain.
The best is always yet to come,
That's what they explain to me.
Just do your thing, you'll be king,
If dogs run free.

If dogs run free, why not me
Across the swamp of time?
My mind weaves a symphony
And tapestry of rhyme.
Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee
So it may flow and be,
To each his own, it's all unknown,
If dogs run free.

If dogs run free, then what must be,
Must be, and that is all.
True love can make a blade of grass
Stand up straight and tall.
In harmony with the cosmic sea,
True love needs no company,
It can cure the soul, it can make it whole,
If dogs run free.

long live the KING

nobody says it better than Bob...

If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
Everybody saying this is a day only the Lord could make

Well, I worked on the levee, mama, both night and day
I worked on the levee, mama, both night and day
I got to the river and I threw my clothes away

I paid my time and now I'm good as new,
I paid my time and now I'm as good as new.
They can't take me back unless I want them to

If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
Some of these people gonna strip you of all they can take

I can't stop here I ain't ready to unload
I can't stop here I ain't ready to unload
Riches and salvation can be waiting behind the next bend in the road

I picked you up from the gutter and this is the thanks I get
I picked you up from the gutter and this is the thanks I get
You say you want me to quit you, I told you, 'No, not just yet.'

Well, I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me
I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me
I see all that I am and all I hope to be

If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
Some of these people don't know which road to take

When I'm with you, I forget I was ever blue
When I'm with you, I forget I was ever blue
Without you there's no meaning in anything I do

Some people on the road carrying everything that they own
Some people on the road carrying everything they own
Some people got barely enough skin to cover their bones

Put on your cat clothes, mama, put on your evening dress
Put on your cat clothes, mama, put on your evening dress
Few more years of hard work, then there'll be a 1,000 years of happiness

If it keep on raining, the levee gonna break
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
I tried to get you to love me, but I won't repeat that mistake

If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
Plenty of cheap stuff out there and still around that you take

I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I ain't got enough room to even raise my head.

Come back, baby, say we never more will part
Come back, baby, say we never more will part
Don't be a stranger with no brain or heart

If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break.

the presence of greatness

the one and only Bob Dylan graced the Jersey Shore with his presence last night , amidst howling winds and the deluge of the new century he belted out the below set list, reminding the world who is in charge, and what lies in store......the ultimate gentlemen Willie Nelson got the party started , followed by that communist cougar, and finnally the annointed one himself.....torrential downpours and hazardous flooding could not derail the energy that flowed through First Energy Park ...much like the river.

Watching The River Flow
Girl From The North Country
Lonesome Day Blues
Chimes Of Freedom
Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Honest With Me
Workingman's Blues #2
Highway 61 Revisited
Ain't Talkin'
Thunder On The Mountain
Like A Rolling Stone
Jolene
All Along The Watchtower

estadio Nueva de los janqueros.

and so we did in fact trek to the Bronix for an inuagural visit to the New Yankee Stadium , lot of memories of the old ballyard came flooding back , and seeing the old grand dame shuttered in black fish nettings was sad , but time wounds all heels and so it is forward we shall go further into the 21 st century fox, Stans was as good as ever, and on this day we had a capper in the original White Horse and enjoyed our brew under the watchful gaze of Dylan Thomas, befitting since a mere 30 hours later we would be in the presence of greatness of the one and only Robert Zimmerman.......ah but i digress, here is the kodachrome evidence.........one small point...we had lunch in the Hard Rock adjacent to the stadium....they always have a signature quote from a song....in this establishment thay choose Stevie Ray Vaughn ....i was befuddled, at first I thought that this being New York they should have a lyric from the rockin RAMONES , and then it really hit me....the bar is below the El , you hear the rumblings every 90 seconds...howz about new yorks own Paul Simon

"The words of the Prophets are written on the Subway Walls"

fios issues

sorry for the unplanned hiatus , fios issues shut el gato down for a 72 hour window, but alas we r back with lots to say....

one small step for man....

well Bob Dylan linked the landing to disaster that would surely follow....and who among you , can argue

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will.
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin' the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, backbreaker,
Leave no stone unturned.
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

I Presume

gonna mix up a nice batch of mimosa's with my scrambled eggs and settle into club Gato to watch Dr. Watson win the Brit...I presume.

if the Metropolitans do not fire omar before the trade deadline and allow for the new GM to start remaking this roster, it's time lost......and further evidence that Wilpon too Must Go..........BOYCOTT BOYCOTT.......empty seats and people turning down free tickets speaks louder than anything else.....otherwise , it's ten more years of mediocrity.

ol cronkite

not in honor , but in recognition of his passing , one can only hope that the GREAT Bob Dyalan pulls Black Diamond Bay out of his bag of trix this Thursday in Lakewood.


I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn't seem like much was happenin',
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.

the sheriff is

so i am working fm home on Thursday , and that pig corzine is gathering with his fellow pedophiles at the Garden State Arts Center, and everybody on tv is all giddy because the Marin Corp 1 Helicopter was landing in Holmdel and i burst out laughin thinkin about Blazin Saddles.

The President is N@*$! !

The President is near ?


No...No...No......The President is a - - - - - -

ol gabby Johnson.