Waging WAR on Ignorance, Intolerance & Injustice!
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“I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.” — Frank Langella
(Marvelous actor. Plays a great heavy. He was a real bastard in “Dave“. What a great movie, and what a great cast! If you haven’t seen it then rent it. So sayeth yer Uncle.) — YUR
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Visual Description: Dueling frauds at the dais.
SCAIB = BASIC, POKKA = KAPOK, SMUTTO = UTMOST, VEENEL = ELEVEN — Giving us: BSKAUMEN
Clue/Question: The candidates were strange bedfellows but they had the . . .
Answer: SAME “BUNK“
(Sorry about today’s delay. Besides the snow messing up my paper delivery, I went and messed up my ankle . . . big time! I slipped on some ice last night, and came down – with all of my weight – on the top of my left foot. I thought that not only had I broken my ankle, I’d likely shattered it. I was on my ass, and I had to scream for help. I was in too much shock to use my cell phone properly. Luckily, my wife’s cousin heard my screams and came and helped me up. I had her get my wife’s walker, from her knee surgery, so I could get to the car. Wife’s cuz doesn’t drive, and my wife was arriving at the park & ride. Since it was my left, I was able to get her and then drive to the hospital. I should’ve gone to Nyack Hospital, as I was half way there anyway, but I opted to go to Good Samaritan, because it’s 5 minutes from my house. BIG mistake! I was in the ER waiting room from 7:30 until nearly 12:30. Finally got let in to where I’d be x-rayed and waited another 1/2 hour, in a hallway. Finally was seen, by a PA, in the hallway, had the x-rays taken, by a guy who clearly didn’t want to be there, and eventually I was taken to a formal exam room. Back comes the PA to tell me there were – miraculously – no fractures, and that it was a bad sprain. They gave me a shot of some strong anti-inflammatory, threw on a cold-splint, and some bright yellow socks, and sent me home. Wife had to clear the car at the hospital parking lot, then shovel a path from the front door to the car, when we had finally arrived at home. It was probably 2:15 AM by the time we got inside. 2:30 + by the time we got to sleep. Wife stayed with me the entire time, despite my protests. The kid’s a trooper! Now, instead of me being the caretaker, I need to be taken care of. Sucks! Can’t take care of my dogs, or anything. I have to go back and see an orthopedic doc in a few days. Hopefully, there’s no ligament damage. Keep yer fingers crossed, friends. Hey! The guys used “kapok” today. Pretty cool. Decent jumble. Thanks for listening.) — YUR
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