"Aloha my Donkey (Ass)" 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

Aloha My Donkey!

 Aloha My Donkey (Ass)

I find it pathetic that the  the state that calls itself the Aloha (Love) state is filled with such hate. Aloha my donkey (ass)

  

Where I live there are 36 units, and most people hate one another and do not talk  to one another and will call management at the slightest infractions.

  

The county prosecutor seems to hate the people that don't look like her  with two recent out of court settlements because of her racist remarks. Our Mayor and police of chief will be going to court soon to determine if the mayor is the boss of the chief ,all at taxpayer expense.

  

I  find the state of Hawaii the most racist place I have ever lived and Kaua'i to be filled with much more hate than love.

  

It's so ironic, all the travel promotion and posters glamorizing Hawaii as paradise. Hawaii is anything but paradise?

  

The visitors have no idea what the locals whisper about them behind their backs, the visitors are the ones who fall for the Aloha spirit bit, they buy it because they are spending money and most don't usually stay long enough to feel the hate.

  
I hope to make this a better place starting with voting for the right people and  hopefully bringing on a change of attitude.

  I have a motion to make the state's motto "Aloha my Donkey!"

Please check out the story on Hawaii News Now about  the racist remarks of Kauai's Prosecutor;
http://www.hawaiinewsnow.com/story/19480362/former-kauai-attorney-to-receive-settlement-in-harassment-claim

  

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"THE FARTHEST EASTERN BOOKSHOP ON KAUAI..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

 

Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most eccentric people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest. Bettejo talks about her favorite book store appropriately called, "Talk Story..."   
www.bettejodux.com

THE FARTHEST EASTERN BOOKSHOP ON KAUAI

Write a book?  So what?  Writing a book is getting a book read and reading a book is what writing a book is all about.  We are lucky on Kauai. We have  Talk Story Book Shop in metropolitan Hanapepe that, with great verve and joy, opens its doors every Friday night to local writers and buyers.

Can a writer also be a ‘seller’ of his books? You bet’cha. I love it. I’m in my element. The world strolls by, walks in, talks story. Ed and Cynthia-two absolutely gorgeous human beings- are delightful hosts. “Welcome to the farthest eastern book shop in America,” is their cheerful welcome.

Outside their door, an amazing underwater photographer sells his photos. A local musician sings and plays his heart out. Darling girls sell culinary art. Try a piece. Guests at Talk Story  munch a piece of pie as they browse.

But, as often happens in paradise, we have a snake in the garden. It walks around in a rumpled sandwich board, popping in and out the door, scaring little children-me, too- berating common street vendors who spoil the elitist atmosphere. Every piece of pie, every photograph, every book sold on this sacred night detracts from the sale of art.

I first met the  sandwich board years ago. I’d been invited to a party in Princeville and, since the hostess- a writer- knowing I didn’t like to drive at night, arranged  a ride with someone I’d never met. I arrived early. I was taught being late is rude. I drove up to the porte-co-chere, nice to have where it rains a lot. The sky was a cloud swept deep Kauai blue. The air alive with scent and song.
A voice called, “Move the car.”
I moved. Parked down the road and walked back to the house. “I’m here.”
“Wait outside.”

There was a bench. I sat. Maybe my driver was in the shower. When it opened the door, it said not a word, but started off to the car  I trailed behind.

I didn’t like it from the get-go, although it looked very much like my husband.  The ride to Princeville was tense with silence. No happy talk in this jalopy.  At the party it went north. I went south. I ate, drank, and made happy until it was time to leave. The ride home was a disaster. We sped. Crossed  double lines. Tailgated. I perched on the edge of the seat.

“Stopping to see friends. Wait here.” First words uttered.
“Please take me to my car.”
My driver gave me guff but I insisted and won, but not without a verbal  exchange. I  happily departed company. The next time, I promised myself, I’d hire a driver.

I never saw nor spoke to the sandwich board again until it appeared through the door of  Talk Story and scared me. An apparition. But I sold a lot of books.

A true story, but any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Looks to be a fun night in Hanapepe on Kauai.

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Bettejo  also  publishes her own blog column.
You can check it out at ;  http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com .   Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or  on Amazon.

http://www.bettejodux.com/

"Politicians, Don't talk stink on your opponent..."‏ 'James "Kimo" Rosen

Please vote with your brain, not by name recognition
just because you know someone or saw them
sign waiving, study the issues.
above photo; Kaua'i county council members
Dickie Chang and Nadine Nakamura.

I don't care for politicians whose main platform is  negativity on their opponent. We hear things like show us your birth certificate, show us your tax returns, and what your thoughts on abortion and birth control are.  We don't care, or should I say I don't care.

Politicians, Tell us what you can do, not what your opponent can't do.

How about demonstrating  to us how you are going to fix the economy?

Tell us how you are going to take care of Americans without insurance?  Tell us how your going to feed the hungry?

Don't forget to tell us how your going to put an end to  useless wars?

We don't care what beer you drink, what church you go to or who you have marital relations with. Tell us what you can do to get us out of this mess , bring jobs back to America in lieu of sending  almost everything overseas just to save a penny.

Don't talk stink on your opponent, prove who you are with actions.   Help us bring back America, and if it means crossing party lines and acting bipartisan, so be it, for the benefit of our great  country, please  do it! 

May God , Jesus, Moses  and Darwin Bless America!

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"A Blast from the past..." 'Judith Whitehead' (Inspiration Monday)

"Guest-blogger Judith Whitehead lives in Amherst N.Y. and has worked in the ophthalmology field of medicine for over 30 years..." Today she talks about her son's upcoming marriage.... ;D) Enjoy...

A BLAST FROM MY PAST

Last night we went to a synagogue to meet with the Rabbi and talk about our up coming simcha (celebration) in November. Our son is getting married to someone who is not of the Jewish faith and the Rabbi is performing an inter-faith ceremony. I have not been in that particular Temple for many years and as soon as I stepped into the front door the memories began to flood my mind. My husband and I were married in that same Temple 38 years ago. We entered the same Chapel where the ceremony was performed and it seemed to me so so long ago when we stood at that alter to share our vows.

The particular Rabbi that performed our ceremony has long since passed away but the halls still carried his spirit of his kindness and good will everywhere. We walked into the larger sanctuary where the larger crowds gather for the holidays and big events and  at once could not feel the over whelming feeling of greatness among those ominous concrete walls surrounding us.

This Temple is not as close as the one we usually attend but I am thinking maybe we will make more of an effort to take the drive downtown more often. It was an experience I would like to repeat and soon.

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"3 Guys in A Bar..." ' Marvin Gross' (Source)

Marvin Gross, Dakinetalks favorite comedian is back
retelling one of his favorite stories. Marvin
currently resides in Western N.Y. and is a
Financial consultant when not telling jokes...

An Irishman, an Italian, and a Polish guy are in a bar. They are having a good time and all agree that the bar is a nice place. Then the Irishman says, "Aye, this is a nice bar, but where I come from, back in Dublin , there's a better one. At McDougall's, you buy a drink, you buy another drink, and McDougall himself will buy your  third drink!" The others agree that sounds like a nice place.

 Then the Italian says, "Yeah, that's a nice bar, but where I come from, there's a better one. Over in Brooklyn, there's this place, Vinny's. At Vinny's, you buy a drink, Vinny buys you a drink. You buy anudda drink, Vinny buys you anudda drink." Everyone agrees that sounds like a great bar.

Then the Polish guy says, "You think that's great? Where I come from, there's this place called Jawoodski's. At Jawoodski's, they buy you your first drink, they buy you your second drink, they buy you your third drink, and then, they take you in the back and get you laid!" "Wow!" say the other two. "That's fantastic! Did that actually happen to you?" "No," replies the Polish guy, "but it happened to my sister!"

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"Who's Sane, Barack Obama..!" 'Obama Da Dog'

Obama Da Dog encourages everyone to get and vote and to exercise your right as Americans!
Although  dogs cannot legally vote, they can all "Bark Obama.!"

The Republicans top priority is to deny President Obama a second term by any means. The Republicans should be ashamed of denying America opportunity after opportunity. All this because  most are closest racists and cannot handle the fact that someone who doesn't look like them is the most powerful man in the world!

I actually know people  that believe president Obama is a closet Muslim and that his birth certificate is counterfeit. What are these people still in the second grade?

People believe everything they read on the Internet then forward it without checking the facts, rumors spread and people start believing lies.

 President Obama saved the American car Industry, took down Bin-laden and introduced health-care for all and on top of that  he's tried to be bipartisan, his cabinet has four  Republicans (-Ray LaHood, Sec. of Transportation -John McHugh, Sec. of the Army -Robert Gates, Sec. of Defense -Chuck Hagel, Co-Chair of Intelligence Board and he made his arch nemesis of the 2008 primary, Hillary Clinton his secretary of State. Talk about a Diplomat!

Obama  wants to be bi-partisan more than anything, however the unpatriotic Republicans main goal is for the President to fail, all this while America hurts during the worst recession in American history, and to top things off he's a good family man and loves this country with heart and soul.

 Did anyone see Gabby Gifford's lead the DNC in the pledge of allegiance, followed by a speech from Caroline Kennedy. Wow!!! tear jerker or what with emotion, how beautiful. How can anyone vote Republican is beyond comprehension. The  Democrats are the real people, the people that care, the people that make a difference.

Do some fact checking, you'll see who the best candidate is.

Remember Osama Bin Laden is dead and General Motors is alive!

Please vote for Barack "Who's Sane" Obama, and as my dog say's Bark Obama!

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" Gaseous Goings-On..!" 'Michael A. Herr' (Aloha Friday)

Renowned author Michael Herr is back guest-blogging on this awesome Aloha Friday talking about  those silent but deadly noises going on around the world... Make sure and check out Michael's website at; http://www.michaelherr.com/



ALOHA FRIDAY

Gaseous Goings-On !

Aloha Folks,

A couple of years back I had a quite minor operation. As I lay on the gurney, a chic shower cap on my balding head and nothing else but some threadbare underpants on my body, waiting to be prepped a doctor pulled back the curtain to my little space and sat down.

"I'm Dr. So-and-So," he said. "I'm your anesthesiologist."
"Oh," I replied, "you're my gas-passer."
Then, as I normally do after speaking, I paused to think. Probably not the best response to a man who was going to put me out . . . and could easily see to it that I never came back. And he probably wouldn't cut me any slack for hitting him with a line from an old episode of MASH*.

Remembering that incident got me thinking about bodily functions. There are a lot of things we do that we pay no mind to, but there are several things we can't control that cause us embarrassment.

We yawn when someone is speaking — minor embarrassment. We cough during a theatre performance. If the coughing goes on and on that can be major embarrassment.

For real embarrassment, we have to look inward. Truly inward, to our abdominal region mostly.
Our stomach rumbles, telling us and all those within earshot that we are hungry, or empty. We grimace and clutch our stomach our actions telling those around us that we have no control over this sound.

But sound is even more embarrassing, when combined with smell.
Yes, we pass gas. Sometimes just a small amount, and so silently that no one can point directly at us as the source. Sometimes so much, and so violently, that a trip to the nearest restroom is required to see if our underwear has survived.

Women, in the old days, who passed gas used to look around immediately to see if there was a dog close by that they could blame. Buddy Hackett did a tremendously funny bit on this.
Passing gas, farting, is a natural activity, so why is it so embarrassing? In a boys' high school locker room it's actually more of a recreational activity. The idea there is to hold the gas in until you can get close to someone, preferably someone sitting on a bench about arse-high . . . and then let go.

While high school boys think farting is humorous, especially if they are the ones doing the farting in someone else's packed car, based on my own experiences many years ago, high school boys cannot conceive of high school girls farting. In fact, even today, the more beautiful the woman, the less likely a man is to be able to conceive of her farting. Just as women "glow" rather than "sweat", so women are perceived by many men as being incapable of passing gas.

So, if you're lying in bed at night with your wife and the covers fly up in the air, obviously it was you who really let one, not your adorable petite wife. Even though she's the one who had the Super Deluxe Bean Burrito for dinner. So say you're sorry, flap the sheets to air out the bed, roll over and go back to sleep. Pull the cloud of embarrassment over yourself.
Okay folks, see you next week.
　

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