Random Thoughts From The Hillbilly’s Hamster Cage

Here I go, in no particular order of importance or relevance!

The federal government smashes US tobacco companies with huge taxes and restrictions: So if the companies go under, won’t that cost them money?

If folks who smoke kick the bucket at an earlier age than non-puffers, would that not help save money for social security?

Why do so many people think it is the government’s job to create businesses, when they can’t run the postal service or their choo choo train for a profit, or even break even?

Why do some dudes think that shaving their domes, and growing a goatee some how makes you look tough? It makes you look like an old bowling ball with chin hair!

What is the point of wearing a ball cap side ways?

And for the dummies who leave all the tags on their hats: Guess what? It looks stupid and you can’t return them once you have put it on your bald head.

Do dogs set life goals?

Do cats care about anything else but themselves?

Why do women wear low-cut jeans, and spend walk around holding them up?

Country Style Pork Ribs in Italian Sauce: Via Savoring Every Bite’s Blog

Any thing ribs, I am in!
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Country Style Ribs in Italian Sauce
6 meaty country style ribs

2-3 tablespoons olive oil

Kosher salt and pepper

1 tablespoon mixed dried Italian seasonings (basil, oregano)

1 medium onions, chopped

2 garlic cloves chopped

¼ cup red wine

3-4 cups of homemade sauce or 1 jar prepared tomato basil sauce

2 tablespoons tomato paste

1 bay leaf

1 teaspoon dried oregano

1 teaspoon crushed red pepper (optional, for a spicy version)

Heat olive oil in large skillet. Pat the ribs dry with paper towels and sprinkle with salt, pepper and Italian seasonings. Place as many ribs as possible in skillet, without crowding or touching. Sear each side until nicely browned and remove to place in slow cooker. Add onions and garlic to skillet and sauté for about 5 minutes or until softened. Stir in the wine and tomato paste and cook, scraping up the bottom the pan. Pour the onion and garlic mixture over the ribs and add in the tomato sauce and seasonings. Cover and cook on low for about 6 hours or until the meat is tender and coming away from the bones. Discard any loose bones and bay leaf breaking up larger pieces. Pour over spaghetti and serve hot.
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If Your Favorite Politicians Support Hamas: Then You Support The Destruction Of Israel

And good old Uncle Sam; our tax dollars go to this vile group by the hundreds of millions each year.

http://palwatch.org/main.aspx?fi=157&doc_id=6024
Abbas:
Hamas agrees to ’67 borders

by Itamar Marcus and Nan Jacques Zilberdik

At a ceremony marking the 24th anniversary of the founding of Hamas, Hamas leader in the Gaza Strip Ismail Haniyeh said that Hamas may work for the “interim objective of liberation of Gaza, the West Bank, or Jerusalem,” but that this “interim objective” and “reconciliation” with Fatah will not change Hamas’ long-term “strategic” goal of eliminating all of Israel:

“The armed resistance and the armed struggle are the path and the strategic choice for liberating the Palestinian land, from the [Mediterranean] sea to the [Jordan] river, and for the expulsion of the invaders and usurpers [Israel]… We won’t relinquish one inch of the land of Palestine.”

Sleeping Into The Movies

I love to watch movies on the dvd player before going to sleep. Since I am on vacation, I am able to watch as many as possible, or as many cheap ones I can find under five dollars at FYE.

So last night I was watching Die Hard 4; Die Hard and Live Free, or something like it. Before that movie, I watched two of the movies in the Hannibal Lechter serious. Low and behold did I ever sleep my way into a self-made, for my viewing pleasure only, cerebral Cinema Show Case. What movies came together to make this one, this Hillbilly ain’t sure, but it was pretty good!

I will call it Ero Pleasure; Pain. (The letter “ERO” were stamped on the pill).

It started off with a young man being on trial for murder, to which he had no memory of committing.(Sounds like the makings of a good politician). His defense was that he was given a small,orange,oval-shaped pill by a man dressed in tidy black pin-striped suit. The rub was, that by taking the pill, the kid would get anything he ever wanted, but he could never return to his current life: Meaning, no contact with his family or friends. If he did choose to return, then there was an unexplained consequence.
Well, being just a kid of about 12 years of age, he said yes. He then told the court that when he decided to “discharge” by slamming down upon the ground, a multi-colored sphere made of thin, taffy like plastic, the next thing he remembers was being led into court for murdering his family.
This is where the movie became interactive for me: He turns from his seat, looks directly at me, and says; “If you don’t believe me, you take it!” What the heck? I was just sitting in the gallery watching my dream movie! The kid turns to the jury as says; ” I did not do this. Even though I can’t remember not doing these horrible things, I did not do it. How could I; small boy, kill my entire family? They were not beaten,stabbed, or shot, they were poisoned!” “Even my lawyer does not believe me!”

So the next thing I know, (I am still dreaming, and have not been pulled out of my seat by four barking dogs, or four playful cats that reside at the Hillbilly Estates), I am pulling back the blankets on my bed, and I find one of those little orange pills. And like some teen-aged, about to get their melon displaced by a crazed, masked scoundrel, I take it!

Instantly, I find myself working some type of mid-level, highly over paid county job. I have a staff that I am directing to “fill the holding tank” that fits neatly in the back of a small, white work truck. I have no idea what I am doing in this position, but I find myself extremely happy, and content, and I have not a clue as to why. Then, I find myself at my new residence, very modern, sleek-looking apartment, with all the bells and whistles. This is when I realized, “This ain’t me at all”. I was able to understand this outside of my dream. So no I have a nightmare replacing my once “court room drama”.

So I remember trying to play video games and sleep in my new abode, but I kept being pestered by phone calls, and knocks to the door by fellow employees, and various service folks like UPS, and FedEx! Well, lo and behold I find myself running up and down the country road where I spent my entire childhood and a good part of my adult life, chasing that multicolored plastic taffy ball. But it kept rolling, and bouncing away from me. I had those men in their pinstriped suits all around me saying “Don’t do it!”. Of course, by telling me not to do something motivates me even more to do it. So I finally catch this darn thing and smash it to the ground.

So, I instantly find myself sitting in court, up on murder charges. As the gawkers, who are soon to be gallery sitters, stream by, who do I see? It is the kid who was on trail originally. He is now out of detention, having served his sentence. He once again looks me in the eyes and says: “Believe me now?”. At this point, I no longer think this is a dream. I truly feel as if I am on trial, for a murder I did not commit.

But while I am on the stand, I start describing places, and people, I do not remember being, or knowing. Even my lawyer looks bewildered. (This must be a dream, because my lawyer would have looked at my savings account and laughed). I describe a man, well-groomed, pulling a very large brief case, that is filled with pills and pictures. I also remember being in a very spacious, clear glass office building with many black doors. The building was very tall, but only had one floor.

Some how I convinced the judge to take me, my lawyer, and the “I told you so kid” on a secret visit to this building. This is where the dream jumped around a bit. The next thing I know, we have found the man with the brief case on wheels. He looks like the principle from Ferris Buehler. The judge opens the brief case, and there are thousands of varying pills, and thousands of pictures. We then find ourselves at the glass office building. Many men and women walking around in black. The women look as if they came from a Robert Palmer video.(That would have been a fun turn for my dream to take!). The judge orders all the doors of the offices to be open, and behind every one of them is a very large,spacious, medical lab, set up with operating tables.

So the last thing I remember of this dream is the I told you so boy, telling me; “I told you so”>

Holy crap, I usually dream a lot, but never in such detail, and never remembering as much either. There was no beer, tractors, mud, catfish, or girls in halter tops. So this is not my usual type of dream. What does it mean? Who knows. Maybe it means I should change the genre of film I view before sacking out!