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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

"The Irony of Traffic..." James "Kimo" Rosen

People tailgate at high speeds and give space at slow speeds, Why?



I have recently noticed something I find hard to comprehend.

Most drivers I have encountered on Kaua'i  tailgate at an alarming rate. The few times I drive and do the speed limit of 40 there is always someone one or two car lengths behind me. Most people drive so close I can see birth marks on their faces through my rear view and side view mirrors. The law states,  there should be at least one car length for every 10 mph.

Here's the kicker, the irony, when traffic is  at a standstill in Kapa'a, and people are doing 5-10 mph there usually 3-4 four car lengths between cars.

I just don't get it.  

Monday, February 18, 2013

"Establishing a smokey day fund..." 'Obama Da Dog'

Really Mr. Micken's? Lighten up!



I would like to respond to Mr. Glenn Micken's recent LTE " Re-think legalizing marijuana" 
http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-sunday-feb/article_cfdc1556-7359-11e2-9e62-001a4bcf887a.html

The billions of dollars of potential  tax revenues collected  from the sale of marijuana  should Hawai'i vote to legalize it might help built the roads Mr. Mickens and I  so desire, it might help fund more baseball leagues and more baseball diamonds. Imagine having a surplus in the state and county budgets, establishing rainy day funds or should I say smokey day funds for all the unexpected!

Prohibition doesn't work, why keep it in the hands of organized crime?

I personally do not smoke cigarettes or marijuana but highly support the decimalization of the herb. 

P.S. Just talking about this  makes me crave a 40 lb bag of Oreo cookies.


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Easy Eddie, Al Capone's Lawyer & Butch O'Hare- "Two great stories...." 'Chester "Unc" Lau (Source)



Dakinetalks favorite Uncle (Chester Lau)
Unc talks about two great stories that relate to each other.
"Unc" is a retired cinematographer currently living 
on the Hawai'ian Island of Oahu.


Two Stories BOTH TRUE - and worth reading!!!!

     STORY NUMBER  ONE

     Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago .  Capone wasn't
famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in
everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

        Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer
for a good reason.  Eddie was very good !  In fact, Eddie's skill at legal
maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

       To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.  Not only was
the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well.  For instance, he
and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences of  the day.  The estate was so large that it filled an entire
Chicago City block.

        Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

        Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved
dearly.  Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars,
and a good education. Nothing was withheld.   Price was no object.

        And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried
to teach him right from wrong.  Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than
he was.

        Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he
couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.

        One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted
to rectify wrongs he had done.

        He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about
Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some
semblance of integrity.  To do this, he would have to testify against The
Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.  So, he testified.

        Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a
lonely Chicago Street .  But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest
gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay.  Police
removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a
poem clipped from a magazine.

        The poem reads:

        "The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to
tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour.  Now is the only
time you own.. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time.  For
the clock may soon be still."



        STORY NUMBER  TWO

        World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant
Commander Butch O'Hare.

        He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in
the South Pacific.

        One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.  After he was
airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had
forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

        He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back
to his  ship.

        His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.
Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

        As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned
his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward
the American fleet.

        The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all
but defenceless.  He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time
to save the fleet.  Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.
There was only one thing to do.  He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

        Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the
formation of Japanese planes.  Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he
charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another.
Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many
planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

        Undaunted, he continued the assault.  He dove at the planes, trying
to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as
possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

        Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another
direction.

        Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back
to the carrier.

        Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his
return.  The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale.
It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.  He
had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft This took place on February 20,
1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and
the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honour.

        A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.
His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and
today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this
great man.

        So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give
some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his
Medal of Honour.  It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.


        SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?


        Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.


        (Pretty cool, eh !)

Friday, February 15, 2013

"Big Bruddah is upon us..."‏ 'Obama Da Dog'

The irony of a soda pop tax is there are many things that make us obese,
and to single out soda pop is discriminatory.



There is talk of a proposed bill in the state legislature to tax soda pop and other sugary drinks to the tune one cent per ounce. This is  allegedly to help fight obesity? Give me a break. An insider told me this tax will also apply to diet soft drinks, a total hypocrisy since diet soda has no sugar.

The proposed  law is discriminatory. my question is,  what about chocolate covered mac nuts, shaved iced topped off with ice-cream,  Hawaii's favorite plate lunch da Locomoco, cakes, pies , doughnuts, cookies and just plain over indulgence? Why just single out one caloric item?

Moderation is the answer. Why not just tax people going over a 2,000 a day calorie limit?  Just implant a calorie intake counter in every citizen. If this sounds ridiculous so is a soda pop tax, fight for  your right of choice. 

Big brother is upon us, or in Hawaii  let's just  say, Big Bruddah.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

"Body Found on Golf Course..." 'Marvin Gross' (Source)


Marvin Gross, A financial consultant residing in western N.Y. talks about
the police finding an unidentified body on the golf course.  Happy Valentines day...Enjoy!
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Body Found on Golf Course


 Today, Police found a Frozen unidentified man's nude body buried in a sand trap. They describe him as having a Beer Belly, Saggy Balls, Wrinkly Ass and a Small Pecker.

 You  OK?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

"Laughter..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Inspiration Wednesday)



Bettejo Dux  one of Kauai's true gems, Today she 
guest-blogs about  the beauty of Laughter...  ;D) Enjoy!




I love to laugh. I have a big laugh. It annoys some people. It is contagious to others.

I remember year ago, in a greasy spoon in Koloa, sitting with a happy group at a large table. It was a wet, happy feast. Chilled wine. Juicy hot  chicken bites to snack on. Crispy hunks of buttery french bread to crunch.

We were all laughing so hard-I've forgotten about what, me the loudest,-we caught the attention of a grumpy looking pair of blue-eyed pale  faces-obviously touristy types-who frowned and glared and finally called the waitress and sent her to our table complaining about the 'racket'. Feeling in a very affluent mood, I sent a message back telling this pair I'd pay for their dinner if they'd skedaddle. They did.

When they huffed out, everyone at our table got up and applauded. We stood and laughed until the tears ran down. Everyone else in the place did, too. I left the waitress a healthy tip.

Bet they were from the south. Arkansas? Hope they left and never came back.

But I don't want to discuss laughter in the sense of what makes us laugh. This will not be about our sense of humor, but the physical, mental, spiritual-if you like the word-benefits from the laughter process. I've learned that just going through the sound and body-laughter- movements causes an increase in pain resistance, a rise in endorphin levels, and, surprise surprise, also increases the power to undermine authority.

No wonder most religions frown on laughing in church.

It also seems your mind is not aware you are laughing for real or faking it. Like a physical activity-singing or dancing-good chemical changes take place in the body.

As an actress I learned to laugh with my whole body. It isn't just a sound that comes out of your mouth, laughter is a physical activity. Your shoulders, your tummy, your head do their thing. Which means, if the damn dog has eaten your dinner while you were not looking, if you howl with laughter- and shake, shake, shake, seƱora, shake it all the time- you'll feel better about it.

Beats kicking the dog and throwing a fit.  You can always fix a peanut butter sandwich and share it with the silly bulge-belly canine.

Last Monday, in our favorite Mexican dive in Lihue, my editor, Kimo, and I got in a laughing match that set the entire room off. Diners. Waiters. Cooks. Bartenders. Owner in a bright red blouse. No pale faces here. We were laughing so hard we were crying. Munching. Sipping. Drooling.  Dripping hoots of earth shaking laughter.

All because Kimo was giving me orders- the audacity- as my editor and publisher, about the length of my column that appears once a week-on Classic Wednesday in his blog http://www.dakinetalk.blogspot.com

You talk about resisting authority.

Today doesn't count.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Costco farm and Gardens..." 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

These oranges are great and they don't even say "Sunkist" on them!


Aloha, Check out my opinion article in the (02-22-13) edition of the Kaua'i Garden Island news,"Farmers market or Costco?"
http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-friday-feb/article_2fc5deac-7cce-11e2-a7da-0019bb2963f4.html



Papayas  are not as easy to come by at the local farmers markets in the winter months, and when you do come across a nice papaya you can pay upwards of $2.00 per papaya whereas in the summertime when they are plentiful you can buy them, 3 for $1.00.

I noticed at the Kapa'a farmers market  that many of the vendors have the same looking medium sized uniformed shaped papaya and others have really nice Pineapples. I ask the vendors did you buy these at Costco? They all respond, "no were not allowed to do that," however when I pointed out a label hanging off one of the Pineapples a woman finally  broke and admitted she bought it at Costco.

I can recognize a Costco papaya and Costco Pineapple a mile away. I have no problem with people making an honest buck, in fact the free enterprise system is what America is all about. I do not want to go  to a farmers market and buy inflated Costco produce, it's not  fair to the  vendors that are actually farmers selling their own products which is what the farmers market is all about. 

A visitor told me she was surprised the local oranges said Sunkist on them, I guess the vendors  tell them that's how they picked them right of the trees.

Now if only Costco had a guy with a machete opening up coconuts and selling them for next to nothing we'd have it all.



http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-friday-feb/article_2fc5deac-7cce-11e2-a7da-0019bb2963f4.html