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GNN - Sometimes the Goomba News Network can't keep an advertiser's light under a bushel, chiefly because we dropped a bundle into the stock. DC discovered this little wealth-building powerhouse when he slashed a knuckle removing the oil filter from his Cub Cadet.

Nickie, typically, lost his mind at the sight of blood, cut his midriff removing his belt for a tourniquet and we had to rush both of them to STG Ltd for treatment. Caring people there comforted Nick with cherry Pop Rocks, and stitched his spare tire for $5.95. DC got a free Happy Stitch and the following sixteen for only 59 cents each.

All major insurance coverage is accepted. The store we visited is on Alvarado Street, next to the Pioneer Chicken Stand. Coming up in September is a 30-day Special on compound fractures. Be there!

Bonus Weekend Music: Michelle Makes Him Wear the Helmet

Saw this on Drudge ...



Then, this song started playing in my head (and so, as a public service, I posted it for information purposes):

A little weekend music ... from 1963

Friends, as you can tell, well, I've been as derelict as the proprietor of this site in posting. My apologies. Actually, no apology needed, but I digress ...

A while back, Nick posted some songs that he likes. One quickly made it to my Itunes account, and I think of St. Nick each time when ol' Freddy Mercury croons Radio GaGa. So, I thought between now and our celebrating the defeat of hordes of Demos on Nov. 2 that I would offer some weekend entertainment from the Daisy Cutter vault o' hits.

The year was 1963. Yes, it was a tough year for America, as we crossed the line of departure into the turbulent '60s. We lost a president. Our involvement in Viet Nam was in the embryonic stages. On the bright side, however, Mr. and Mrs. Cutter celebrated the birth of their little "ring of fire" Daisy ... the man who would grow up and single-handedly carry George W. Bush to reelection in 2004. But we digress yet again ...

In the early 60's, a true American icon burst on the scene, a country legend that was then, now, and always ... cool in the best sense of the word, a man of great talent and sorrows, a genuine man who knew and touched the soul of the nation. My dad loved him, probably because my dad knew what it was like to be down-and-out, to have a scrape with the authorities, and to fight through it all. The Man in Black was a pioneer -- trumpets in a country song? -- and he set the world on fire in the year I was born.

Have a great weekend, every one. This nation still produces greatness, like what is in you. Go, make it happen. God bless you and see you next week.

USA's slow-motion suicide continues