Wednesday, April 27, 2016


I have been asked many times how I as a taxicab operator feel about the "UBER" "Ride-Share" service and other similar operations. 

Well, to me, personally, I don't really care. I speak perfect English and rarely need to refer to a MAP, let alone GPS devices. That puts me as a premium driver. 

Besides, I HATE BEING PAID WITH PLASTIC BY PEOPLE I PICK UP OFF THE STREET. The more boneheads who use plastic go UBER, the better I like it. 

The fact is, UBER was born from hunger. They also go through drivers like a wino goes through Thunderbird. It takes a special kind of person to pick up strangers and take them  anywhere. UBER drivers might like it at first, but then the reality of getting your private ride beat to hell on the dents and potholes on the streets sets in, along with having to go to "severe service" maintenance.  AND if somebody bitches about an UBER driver three times, the driver is GONE. No hearing, no conference, no nothing. Every three to five months UBER puts out a new barrage of ads saying how you can make lots of money driving with UBER.

Once they get rid of Obamacare and people can get 40 hour a week jobs again, UBER will be sunk. Plus, they've wound up with some pretty damn crazy drivers. 

So I'm not worried about the Big Bad U.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


COMES NOW ONE DAVID TRONE, alcohol merchant extraordinaire, and gives us his offer to serve in the United States House of Representatives. 

Trone comes from a harsh background: a family farm that failed in part due to his father's alcoholism. So he founded "Total Wine and More". Ironic? or hypocritical?

Trone drones on with the usual leftist platitudes about "income inequality" and how doing good "trumps" (get it? ha ha.) private profit. 

Here's all you need to know about Trone: at some fake "town hall" meeting, he said the minimum wage should be fifteen semoleons per hour. But when some wise ass asked him how much he paid HIS employees, he basically told the person asking to get bent. 

Now that's chutzpaugh. Trone the Drone.

Monday, April 25, 2016


Honestly, folks. Aren't you just absolutely FED UP with this bizarre insistence that normal people allow a tiny minority of screwed up people to discomfort them so that the screwed up people don't feel discomforted?

We are writing of course about the "Transgender" movement, or- as most people call them - the freakers. these freakers who have dicks but insist that they are girls or have vaginas but think they are boys have gotten away with so much stuff that now they are demanding to use restrooms and locker facilities assigned to the opposite sex from the one they are. THIS IS LUNACY. 

Let's say there are 35 thousand of these mental cases in America (and this is a very generous estimate). THAT IS ONE PERCENT OF ONE PERCENT OF THE POPULATION. And the rest of us are letting these pissants dictate morality TO US??

The idiots who run the District of Columbia have even mandated that every public restroom be posted as being "for everyone" (even if it has multiple stalls) and have in addition to the familiar man/woman silhouettes a third one which is half and half. 

And this has now invaded presidential politics, with reporters demanding that Republicans - and ONLY Republicans - account for their views on the subject. We agree with Ted Cruz. the whole notion of letting someone use the boy's room or the girl's room "Based on what's between their ears and not what's between their legs" is stark raving stone cold fuck nuts. 

This "issue" is really just a bright shiny object being dangled in front of the public by the Democrat Party to distract them from the slow motion train wreck Obama, Clinton and their henchmen (and women, can't be sexist here) are putting this country through. But it's also a very real threat to our culture and morality. It's damn time for us to put our collective foot down. Peace out. 

Sunday, April 10, 2016


Yes, folks; after a year of computer problems I have finally published my fourth and possibly best opus yet! "The Resurrection of Sergeant O'Bannon" is the (fictional) story of the investigation into a 32 year old murder of a D.C. police sergeant that had gone stone cold in 1994, but rapidly heats up once the .25 automatic used to kill O'Bannon turns up in a robbery-homicide. Also discovered by Detective J.P. Waterman is an old home movie that eventually blows several alibis out of the water.
But Waterman and his partner still need to put the bad guyovs at the scene and put the gun in their hands.
After the case is over, the gun is melted down into a manhole cover. But in the end, it turns out the weapon was not finished killing...yet
The book is shorter that any of my others and can easily be read in a 90 minute sitting.  Treat yourself AND support a starving crime writer by getting The Resurrection of Sergeant O'Bannon on Kindle today!


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