WATCH THE PRECISE MOMENT OF BIRTH

OF ANOTHER GENERATION OF BEATLEMANIACS....

During one of her first sleepovers at Camp Gammy & Pops, Miss Grace took an interest in Pop’s iPhone.  Even though it wasn’t even awake, she played with it for several minutes rubbing her fingers across the black glass screen as she’d obviously seen others do.

When she eventually tired of that, Pops opened the Music app & randomly hit play, guess who (no, not the 70‘s Canadian rock band, jeez, try to follow along here people will ya)?

At first she seems a bit unsure what to make of the strange but hypnotically rhythmic sounds emanating from the bowels of the tiny device.  After only 10 or 15 seconds (& a couple of knee bounces by Pops) she’s immediately infected by the same strain that hooked Pops, & millions of others, a half century earlier (wait, what?) & starts getting down with her bad self & the lads from Liverpool.

If she could only talk she’d surely be screaming, “PAUL, I LOVE YOU.... PAAAUUUULLLLLL !!!!!”

See?  We told ya so!  During her most recent sleepover at Gammy & Pop’s, the only recently semi-mobile Miss Grace, out of a bookcase containing hundreds of volumes (no, they’re not all Beatle books) selected a book about her new favorite band.

15 MONTHS NOW & STILL A FANGIRL

Grace’s case of Beatlemania shows no sign of waning yet. 

On her last visit to Pop’s Daycare, she spotted a closed MacBook Pro on the table & tried to open the case by jamming her thumb in the center opening groove.  When that failed she immediately beginning wiggling her booty (which we all know is the international signal for GOTTA DANCE POPS!!!).

Of course Pops obliged & moments later DJ Grace was spinning stacks of wax from her favorite playlist, AbsolutelyFab IV.

H E   M A Y   B E   G I L D I N G   T H E   L I L Y

J U S T   A   S M I D G E

A recent article on WLEX-TV.com about a death investigation in a Georgia nursing home included some comments by a former medical examiner for the GBI.  In commenting on the facts of the case the good Doctor couldn’t help but toot his own horn a bit in order to establish his credentials as a trained medical professional in matters relevant to the case.

The good Doctor claims to have personally performed over 6,000 autopsies himself & supervised more than 80,000 others.  Those numbers seemed more than a bit astronomical on their face so the crack PBP investigative team did a little Harrison County ciphering.

According to the AlGoreNet, the typical autopsy takes between 2 to 4 hours to perform.  Assuming an average of only 3 hours each, 86,000 autopsies would require a staggering 258,000 of the good Doctor’s hours on the clock.  That arithmetics out to 6,450 forty hour weeks or 124 years.  That’s without any time off for holidays, sick days, vacations, professional development/seminars or testifying in court.  Hmmmmm....

I think the good folks of Georgia should be proud to have had such a dedicated civil servant.  Either that or the good Doctor is a bald face liar of presidential proportions.

So, it turns out the good Doctor is not only a pathological liar, he’s also a felonious criminal who was bilking the taxpayers of Georgia out of tens of thousands of dollars by claiming to be hard at work at the ME’s office when he was in fact running his own lucrative business out of his State funded office, many times being several states away testifying as a professional witness when he claimed to be hard at it in Atlanta.  When caught red handed he quickly “retired” & now is apparently serving as a quotable “expert” to media outlets & so called journalists who don’t know how to use Google.

But, he was “acutely embarrassed & remorseful” so there’s that...

Sounds like a shoo-in for the next Surgeon General.

(without all the yucky, gross stuff)

T O   G E T   W H E R E   Y O U   W E R E N ‘ T   ‘ P O S E D

T O   B E   Y O U   W E N T   D I R E C T L Y   O V E R

W H E R E   Y O U   W E R E   H E A D E D !

So you’re piloting a commercial airline flight from Atlanta to Lexington, with the lives of hundreds of passengers in your hands, & suddenly the plane starts having a “Potential Mechanical Issue”.  That can’t be a good thing, right?  As an untrained member of the flying public your initial reaction might be something along the lines of:  “Let’s get this pressurized aluminum tube of a napalm bomb on the ground instantly, if not sooner.”  Oh, wrongo Skippy, if you’re a Delta Airlines pilot you decide to fly right freakin over top of your scheduled destination, hoping you can keep the thing aloft for an additional 90 miles & land at an airport that’s 45 minutes further away.  Uhhhhhhh, OOOOOOkay!

So we imagine the pilot’s in flight announcement went something like this....

“Good afternoon ladies & gentlemen, this is your pilot.  If you look out both sides of the cabin you’ll see we’re flying directly over our final destination, Bluegrass Airport.  Unfortunately the Boeing 737 we’re traveling in is experiencing a mechanical issue that could cause it to fall out of the sky at 600 MPH & drill itself into the earth’s crust in a giant jet fuel powered flaming ball of death & mayhem.  So just for kicks, we’re gonna push this creaky bucket of bolts a itty bitty bit further & just keep our fingers crossed.  Please sit back & relax while the flight attendants serve free drinks until we reach the Cincinnati /Northern Kentucky Airport, or the scene of the crash, whichever comes first.

We know you have many options for your air travel needs so thanks for choosing Delta”.

DEPARTED

HERE

HEADED

HERE

BUT WENT

HERE

N O   T H A N K   Y O U ,   T H A T ‘ S

A   H A R D   P A S S !

Either WKYT has sunk to abhorrent levels of voyeuristic journalism far below those of the New York Post or National Enquirer or their writers, editors & publishers are completely incapable of composing cogent & grammatically correct headlines.

2 1/2 YEARS OLD & SHE’S MASTERING LYRICS NOW

While she might have the Bump Bah, Bump Bahs from Long & Winding Road confused with Strawberry Fields Forever, or maybe she’s just doing what the kids call a mashup, & her We All Live In A Yellow Submarine, mysteriously morphed into living in a “cave”, Grace is developing quite an impressive catalog of Beatle lyrics she can belt out at random.  But, she DOES NOT do requests so.... Don’t Ask!

D U D E ,   P A T R O N I Z E   A N O T H E R

T HE A T E R   P L E A S E !

WKYT.com reports that some poor soul was found shot outside the Lyric Theater for the 3rd time!!!

Don’t know what kind of moving pichurs they show at the Lyric but you’d think maybe after the first time but certainly after the second, he’d start patronizing another establishment.  They must have some killer popcorn to keep him coming back despite repeated gunshot wounds.

H O W ‘ S   T H A T   N O W ?

Just a couple weeks after reporting on a fellow that had the horrendous misfortune to have been shot 3 different times while walking near the Lyric Theater, today WKYT.com reports on another incident where the exact same individual was shot yet again (2nd time in a week)  At least this time he wasn’t in front of the Lyric.

Although never identified in either story (nice reporting WKYT) friends & family of the individual are cautioned by Police to stay at least 300 yards away from the man at all times, or risk obtaining stray GSW’s themselves.

O M G ,   T H I S   C H I L D   J U S T   N E E D S   T O

S T A Y   I N S I D E   F R O M   D U S K   T O   D A W N !

I   M E A N ,   S E R I O U S L Y . . .

D O N ‘ T   T H I N K   I T   M E A N S  W H A T   Y O U

T H I N K   I T   D O E S !

OK, so the headline of this recent story on ABCnews.com indicates the poor individual was done in by an electrical shortage in the pool.  In reality, it was actually an over abundance of electricity in the pool that did the deed.  There’s not a single recorded occurrence of anyone being injured, much less killed, from a lack of electricity in a pool.  That’s actually a design feature of all pools, absofreakinlutely ZERO electricity commingling with the water!

If the unbelievably inadequate understanding of electricity, or even the English language, wasn’t bad enough for a supposedly professional news gathering organization, the writer of the embarrassingly sad story couldn’t resist the urge to throw in a little electrical word pun just for fun by including the fact that the brother & sister were on a “short trip” when the tragic event happened.  Get it, “short” as in electrical short circuit.  Isn’t that cute, he’s sooooo damn clever.

T H E M ‘ S   S U R E   S O M E   P U R D Y   W O R D S

B U T   W T F   D O   T H E Y   D O ?

The PBP mailroom receives 10’s of thousands of incoming digital & hard copy correspondence on a daily basis.  Much of it from hopeful companies seeking to do bidness with Fortune 100 companies like PBP.  Each offer receives thorough & thoughtful attention from a PBP new bidness development team member & most is rejected for failing to meet PBP’s high ethical standards.

A recent unsolicited after hours phone call & resultant voice mail message from a company called Credence Resource Management, LLC, piqued the curiosity of a PBP staffer.  The staffer may have believed there was some connection to John Fogerty or his popular 60‘s musical group, Creedence Clearwater Revival, but alas, that was not the case.  With a little AlGoreNet sleuthing the CRM web site was quickly located.

The CRM home page indicates they are “YOUR COMPLETE RESOURCE MANAGEMENT SOLUTION”.  OK, that sounds pretty good so far, who doesn’t want their resources managed & completely too.  Still a bit puzzled as to exactly what kind of resources & how they might be managed completely, the PBP staffer ventured deeper into the site.

On the 2nd, & final, page of the site was the above “ABOUT US” box which purports to double as a combo services description/mission statement but it’s very likely the largest collection of vapid, meaningless, corporate gobbledygook doublespeak ever cram packed into 2 paragraphs.  Among this unparalleled collection of buzzword bull shit are these jewels:

Optimize Operations OF COURSE, WHO DOESN’T WANT/NEED OPTIMIZED OPERATIONS?

Best In Class Business Solutions  LIKE YOU WOULD REALLY WANT WORST IN CLASS SOLUTIONS?

Enhance Your Service, Compliance & Recovery Goals  WELL DUHH, WE DEFINITELY NEED SOME OF THAT!

Right Shore Solutions Leveraging Arbitrage & Technology To Produce A Hybrid Engagement Model That Permits Intensive Efforts To Improve Liquidation Performance While Being Sensitive To Corporate Experience & Regulatory Compliance   HOLY FREAKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!  I HOPE WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THAT MOUNTAIN OF HORSE CRAP GOT A LITTLE BONUS THAT WEEK!  THAT IS WORLD CLASS BULL SHIT RIGHT THERE!

Even after reading all that voluminous flowery prose, we still have no freaking clue what they actually do.

N O T   S U R E   H O W   T H A T ‘ D   W O R K ?

OK, so admittedly we here at PBP.com are far from clinical experts on the average female’s nether regions, but it’s difficult for us to understand how this claim could be valid.

So let’s review the facts here:

The accused is nabbed by the Po-Po’s after an attempted felony theft.  Upon arrival at the local incarceration facility, during routine booking procedure & mandatory body cavity search for contraband/weapons, an alert correctional officer (presumably female) notices & snatches forth a plastic bag of methamphetamine from the “accused’s”.... errr snatch,  uh private area, ummm Vajayjay?

At which point the “defendant”, with supposedly a poker straight face, claims the controlled substance did not in fact just emerge from her own personal hoo-hoo but from someone else’s.

If nothing else you gotta admire the gal’s chutzpah.  She’s butt naked from the waist down, likely laid back on a cold naugahyde exam table with her feet in the metal stirrups & her vertical smile exposed for God & the whole dang world to see, yet when the latex gloved jail matron pulls out a ziplock bag of a supposedly illegal nature, the accused states something to the effect of, “WTF bitch, that bag of meth dih-n’t come outta my privates.”

Or maybe she went with the always popular, “that’s my sister-in-law’s hootchie, I’m just watching it for her while she’s in jail.”

Sounds like it’s gonna be an interesting trial, I’d actually pay them $12 a day to sit on this jury...

S O   T H E N ,   N O T   A N

I S O L A T E D   I N C I D E N T ?

With the above story from the bayous of Louisiana already stretching the bounds of credulity, a story from right here in the Bluegrass has hauntingly familiar tones of head shaking stupidity.  These are the citizens whose vote in the last election counted just as much as yours...

The patently obvious by her choice of hair style rocket surgeon & mother of the year candidate secreted a bag not of meth but of cocaine in her own personal hiding place (not specifically named by WKYT.com).  When nabbed by the coppers for attempted DUI with her child in the back seat, this brainiac didn’t wait for the jail folks to discover her secret, she immediately retrieved & consumed said substance, in the back of the squad car, thereby eliminating the evidence & simultaneously giving her a nice buzz to tide her over for her first day or so in her new accommodations.

N O T   S O   C L E A R   H E A D L I N E S

Modern technology's great & all but have we really become so lazy that we can’t even be bothered to get off the damn couch & run downtown to the courthouse to face serious criminal charges in person?  Apparently so, as this WLEX headline seems to suggest that the accused in this case received his robbery charge via a phone call.

Pretty sure the US Constitution (no not the boat) guarantees each US citizen the right to face their accuser, not to get a voicemail from them!

Again WLEX with another confusing headline, what does the fact that the poor victim happens to own a cooler have to do with anything?

And of course he only suffered minor injuries, do you know how difficult it is to inflict any kind of serious bodily injuries with one of those $3.47 disposable styrofoam coolers?

Good graphic design is not as easy as it might appear.  You’d think somebody woulda caught this church league softball team’s shirt design issue before it got to the screen printers.

Thankfully they decided at the last minute to drop the “FOR JESUS”  tag line below the bat.

Not sure which is worse, that an apparently large segment of the population struggles with the basic geometric concept of a square foot, or that there is an alleged “EXPERT” roaming around loose that makes a living explaining it to people.

The article also claims this quandary is an age-old question, apparently stumping people back to prehistoric times.  It’s a wonder the Egyptians were able to cobble together the pyramids without good ole “expert” Alex there to clue them in.

And this “expert’s” explanation apparently is so complex that it must be “broken down” into multiple parts to be digested by the common man.

WTF people, a square foot is a rectangle that measures 12” on each of its 4 sides.  That’s it, no “expert” required, no “breaking it down”, no “extra info for good measure” needed.

R A N D O M   H E A D   S C R A T C H E R S

On the first Friday night of the 2019 KY high school football season, Madison Southern had a busy, albeit unsuccessful, debut.

According to the crack WKYT.com sports desk, the Madison Southern Eagles squad first took a substantial 27 to 6 beatdown at home at the hands of Conner & then immediately hot footed it across the county to take on the Tates Creek Commodores at Roy Kidd Stadium on the EKU campus, dropping that one even worse, 39 to 7.

You gotta figure they’d be kinda pooped after that first game, but when you throw in the arduous 18 minute travel time to scurry up I-75, it’s no wonder they had nothing left in the tank for the Commodores.

Looking ahead to next week, it appears they’re taking on Lafayette in Lexington before a LONG bus ride to Omaha, Nebraska to battle the Lincoln Southeast Eagles.  Ya just gotta wonder who’s doing the game scheduling for these poor lads.

With Hurricane Dorian barreling straight for the US east coast, the South Florida Water Management District (WTF do they know about hurricanes) thought they’d publish an advisory to let folks know what to expect.  While it has tons of pretty colors, a buttload of cryptic 4 letter abbreviations & miles of squiggly lines, it’s not at all clear what this hot mess is trying to convey.  Are they all gonna die a horrible painful death or are they expecting a few light showers & some mild ocean breezes?

And this is being presented to the same general public that apparently has no freakin clue what a square foot is?  If they can’t understand a square foot then I don’t think the above map is gonna mean much to them.

Seems like someone at the good ole SFWMD might’ve had the same thought as we here at PBP.com, check out the next to last line in the text box below the map...  Confusion, oh yeah, we got nothing but confusion about this graphic!

Career Day at this Iowa elementary school & a local dairy farmer brought in a hands on realistic demonstration to let the kids see how we get milk from a cow.

Next time though the lady farmer might not want to squat down behind the contraption while being photographed.

Early in the UK/Toledo football game, UK’s Quinton Bohanna was helped off the field after suffering leg cramps.

The player ID graphic flashed on the screen indicates Mr. Bohanna’s major as Pre-Information Communication Technology.

WTF does that even mean?  He’s learning to use technology to deal with data before it’s become actual information?  So that’s like what, dreams, ideas, random thoughts, rumors, gossip, what the hell is PRE-INFORMATION?

And if there’s pre-information that means there’s also gotta be post-information, is anybody majoring in that?

The Eagles pretty much nailed in with their GET OVER IT hit off their 1994 Hell Freezes Over comeback album.  “The more I think about it ole Billy was right, let’s kill all the lawyers, kill em tonight.”

This scum-bag supposed preacher’s already plead guilty to several charges &  he’s barely been indicted on some new ones & his mouthpiece is shoveling crap like mad.

So apparently the good Reverend’s defense strategy is gonna be something along the lines of:  Oh sure, he may have been trolling for 17 year old girls that work at his pizza restaurant but it’s not like he was hitting on 3rd graders, so he’s really a pretty decent dude.

Guess he’s taking a page from Captain Bone Spur’s playbook, “The media’s being really really mean to me by printing exactly what I did/said so I should get a free pass.  Sad.”

This warning was posted on a plastic bag containing some imported electronics.

Although it does have the look & feel of being written by someone with English as a 2nd language (maybe even 17th), it does make some valid points.

1.  Use it as long as you like, gheese, that’s awfully decent of them we must say.  So many plastic bags have that stupid use by date thing.

2.  You definitely do not want to leave it In the countryside of the sea.  Think of the cows & the fishes...

3.  Refuse confainer, check, perfect place to difpose of no longer of use plaftic bafs.

4.  The Wotld really does belong to us all.  “We Are The Wotld.... We Are The Children.... We are The Ones Who Make A Brighter Day, So Let’s Start Giving...”

5.  Absofreakinlutely Must Protec Titis, can’t argue with that one nary a bit.

So even though there’s a full size BLACK refrigerator out of the box & sitting right there on the sales floor for God & everyone to see, the Home Depot management rocket surgeons thought potential customers (likely the ones that don’t understand a square foot) might not realize it comes in black so they attached this very helpful black placard informing customers that the black refrigerator is available in black.

So.... If they’re letting you know it’s also available in black we assume that means it’s available in other colors too.

Wonder what those other colors are, hmmmmm, maybe if they could put up some additional placards...

Sorry Rob, but this is the very definition of “SASSY.”

And he even had the balls to pull this off in a high end fine dining establishment like the Fry Store (aka McDonalds).

O H   S H I T ,   H E R E   W E    G O   A G A I N  ! !

So apparently just like in 1999 when 93.7% of the freakin world celebrated the “End of The Millennium” 365 freakin days early, the idiots at CBS News are at it again by proclaiming the upcoming full moon as THE LAST OF THE DECADE.

Just as a refresher for most of you that are apparently very very bad at mathematics, the first year of our current calendar system was not numbered zero, it was year 1 so the first decade ended on the very last day of the year 10.  10 years (1 thru 10) constitutes a decade, you see it’s really not that difficult.

In 10 more years it was the year 20 which was the final year of the 2nd decade.  After that the year 30 ended the 3rd decade, surprisingly enough the year 40 concluded the 4th decade then the year 50 ended the 5th decade.

Are we sensing a trend here (just in case not, the last year of every freakin decade ends with a zero, not a 9)?

Fast forward a couple thousand years & the current decade will not end until December 31, 2020, that’s a tad bit under a year from now & there will almost certainly be several full moons in the upcoming calendar year, as long as Captain Bone-spurs doesn’t piss off one or more world leaders with access to nuclear weapons.

Since CBS was the brain dead organization that announced that Neil Young, the first man to walk on the moon, had reached his expiration date, it appears they really shouldn’t report on anything that happens more than 357 feet above the surface of the earth.

T H E Y   C A N ‘ T   R E A L L Y   B E   T R Y I N G ,

C A N   T H E Y ?

Starting off the New Year in their typical craptastically incompetent fashion, the crack news team at WLEX-18 made 2 major faux pas in a single morning.

Above, on a story about some new statues being dedicated in the city of Ashland, the ace news staff included a map of Kentucky with a star to help their geographically challenged readers locate Ashland.  Unfortunately, their star appears to be closer to Georgetown than Ashland, which is actually at the far eastern state border with Ohio & West Virginia.  In the news staff’s defense, they did manage to get the states of Indiana, Kentucky & Tennessee labeled correctly, so there’s that....

After that zany bit of geographic tomfoolery, they then ran the headline concerning  Democratic presidential candidate Elizabeth Warren filing paperwork to run for president OF Kentucky.  Despite what former Governor Bevin seemed to believe, there’s no historical record of the state of Kentucky ever having a president nor are there plans in place to elect one in the near future.

Ashland’s Actually More Like Here.

M I C H I G A N   M U S T   R E A L L Y   B E

A   F O O T B A L L   S T A T E

Despite the on-field results of the last couple decades being less than stellar, the Michigan State Spartans must still be regarded by the majority of Michiganders as primarily a football school.  With an impending basketball game vs. the Purdue Boilermakers, the Kalamazoo Gazette felt it necessary to run a large photo & headline promoting an article schooling the MSU fandom on the mechanics of watching & listening to the game.  You can bet the up north lake house that no such remedial educational assistance is required before any of the MSU football skirmishes.

Mysteriously, even though the process of flipping on the ole boob tube & scanning the available channels or turning on a radio, twisting the dial & punching the buttons that works without any schooling during football season is viewed by the editorial staff at the Kazoo paper’s web site as too mentally taxing for the average MSU alumnus or fan to pull off unassisted.

C A L E N D A R I L Y   C H A L L E N G E D ?

So on Tuesday evening 1/21/20 at 6:26pm, the WLEX-18 news team published a breaking story that the Kentucky Castle is back on the market, just a bit over 2 years from its previous sale.  All well & good we suppose if you’re in the market for a white elephant of a structure that’s as out of place on a Bluegrass hillside in the middle of horse country as the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. would be at a Mensa convention.

For those interested in buying, you merely need to schedule a viewing time that’s mutually agreeable to all parties.  However, the fly in the ointment of the carefully crafted marketing plan devised by the Silvestri Real Estate brain trust is that the first available tour dates occurred LAST FREAKIN WEEK & again TODAY.  Apparently this medieval looking structure contains some previously unknown time travel mechanism that allows potential buyers to inspect the property a week or more before it’s placed on the market.

Following the dictates of the for sale notice, the PBP real estate division immediately filed a request with the listing agent to arrange a group tour on January 16th.  All PBP Executive Board members & staff are advised to keep their calendars open on that date for an inspection visit.

I   T H I N K   W E ‘ V E   S P O T T E D   T H E

U N D E R L Y I N G   P R O B L E M   H E R E

Scooping for once the undisputed restaurant closing/inspection news king of the greater Lexington media market, the Herald-Leader (aka POL) the WTVQ-36 News web site broke the story today that Lyle’s BBQ Company in Clays Mill Shopping Center will cease all operations within the week.

Lyle’s is owned by the same culinary brainiacs that extensively remodeled & opened yet another restaurant in the apparently jinxed Southland Drive location next to the railroad overpass that’s been home to approximately 1,379 failed dining establishments since Ponderosa Steakhouse originally occupied the facility for many years in the early 1970’s.  That ill-advised Lyle’s gastronomic adventure lasted all of 4 whole months before going belly up.  WTF, 4 months, they didn’t last long enough to reorder napkins or swizzle sticks!  Heck, they probably only had to clean the restrooms 2 or 3 times.

Inexplicably, Lyle’s managed to hang on for 5 years in the Clays Mill location, despite seemingly having no freakin clue how to run a food service operation.  On PBP’s one & only visit, at approximately 6:09pm, about 3 months after they’d opened (one would think purt-near prime dinner eatin time) the PBP party was informed “We’re out of barbeque, no we don’t have any ribs either.”  So you’re a restaurant named Lyle’s Barbeque Company, it’s nigh on dinner time & you have absolutely no barbeque or barbeque related food stuffs to sell?  Alrighty then...

This is right up there in food service numb-nuttery with numerous PBP visits to the long defunct Kenny Rogers Roasters (a chain that exclusively served wood roasted chicken) to be told with a straight face that, “We have no chicken.”

Can you imagine going to Mickey D’s & being told they have no burgers, or Long John’s to find no fish & chips, or DQ to find no ice cream, or Waffle House to find nothing scattered, smothered or covered?  No, no you can not because these folks, while not Michelin 3 star eateries, have their respective shit together.  It may not be fancy eatin table vittles, but they damn well always got what’s on the big-ass lighted sign outside.

In announcing they’re packing it in, the fine folks at Lyle’s may have inadvertently hit the problematic nail squarely on the head when they told the WTVQ reporter that they’ll likely run out of BBQ each remaining day by 3pm.  HELLO, McFLY!!!!!!!!!!  Since BBQ has not really taken off in the USA as a breakfast food, we’re guessing they don’t even seriously start selling the stuff until around 11:30am +/-.  So then they’re completely sold out of their namesake item by 3:00pm.  They only prepare enough of their main entree to maybe last 3 1/2 hours & knowingly run out well before folks are off work & looking for an evening meal?  And now they’re going out of business, huh, never saw that coming...  How the hell did they last 5 years?

But they encourage famished Lexingtonians to “come & see us one more time” before they purchase the agricultural real estate & “shut it down”.  Just make sure you’re there & seated by 2:00, 2:15 tops.

S E E M S   K I N D A   E X T R A V A G A N T

F O R   A N   E N T I R E   I N D U S T R Y   O N

T H E   C U S P   O F   E X T I N C T I O N

For a company that’s had more than its fair share of financial struggles over the past couple decades, having a dedicated on site Herald-Leader back packing facility appears more than a bit over the top.  With constantly declining subscriptions & advertising revenues, maybe just maybe the POL bean counters coulda been a lot more vigilant about this type of wasteful expenditure & saved more capital for important things like writers, ink & paper.

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A N   I N E S C A P A B L E   D O W N W A R D

S P I R A L   A S   A   C I V I L I Z A T I O N

From the complete waste of space generation who sees  their greatest accomplishment to date as coining the imbecilic supposedly dismissive phrase, “OK Boomer”, comes this article on WKYT’s news site.  Obviously penned by a millennial that’s never seen a telephone permanently attached to a wall & who doesn’t even warrant a byline, “News Staff” my ass, the article tells of a local vintage shop selling Anita Madden’s used clothes.

Ok first off... ewwwww, that’s kinda creepy, right?  However, more telling is the last line of the super short article that totally unrelated to the who, what, where, when, why & how of the article, the nameless journalist wannabe felt compelled to include the fact that Pops Resale also carries “merch from the Beetles.”

OK, skipping the use of the term “merch” by an allegedly professional writer, WTF, the BEETLES!!!

              THE BEETLES????

The greatest, most prolific, most successful, most beloved band that single handedly changed the music, fashion & culture of the freakin planet & this peanut allergic, self esteem boosted, participation trophy receiving dumbass can’t even spell THE BEATLES?  I weep openly for their souls!!

And what’s up with this stupid, OK Boomer bull shit that’s all over the interwebs these days?  That’s somehow supposed to be a devastating putdown?  Hey dumbasses, we survived Nixon & Vietnam, kick started the civil rights, women’s & environmental movements & you’ve done what, invented avocado toast?

I guess the generation that gets their feelings hurt by every one of life’s hardships or imagined slights thinks this is going to devastate us old farts like every single thing does them.  In reality, it just proves what a bunch of namby-pamby little snits these millennials really are.

And while we’re talking about catch phrases, let’s do a little comparison here...

The current lame-ass generation’s one & only contribution to the world’s lexicon appears to be their pride & joy OK Boomer (I mean it just shouts “I’m a pussy” every time one of their scruffy facial haired, toboggan/plaid shirt wearing, momma’s basement living doofuses spits it out.  By contrast let’s look at just a few Boomer phrases:

Hell No, We Won’t Go!

Make Love Not War!

Give Peace A Chance!

The Whole World’s Watching!

All You Need Is Love!

Power To The People!

War is Over, If You Want It!

Fight The Power!

Ban The Bomb!

OK Boomer?  What a joke!