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Hackcident
   Today on the radio
Howie Carr called the
hit-and-run 
alledged by a State
Senator a 'hackcident'.

Very Funny.

Nov 17, 2009

I did a web search on
'hackcident' and found
it is commonly used.

So let me say that the
way that Howie used it
yesterday was exceptionally
hillarious.  In New England,
especially in Boston, the
term 'hack' is someone who
is almost a welfare person
in every way in that the
government takes care of
them if they pretend
to show up.

I used to work for the
federal supply of the
air force and do not
buy into the lie that
all gov folks are 'hacks'.
Clearly they are not.
And nepotism is a fact
of life, forgivable
as long as folks get
the job done.
In Boston we hang our
dirty laundry out in
the rain so that it 
washes clean with the
shower of derision
and public ridicule
for governmental
officialdumb who over 
step the bounds, and it
is usually very far over,
overstep the bounds
of what seems appropriate.
Basically you have to
run over a kid (alledgedly
but people will say, but
not on air, that they saw
you, some guy pointing
on the TV news, bad
lighting on Mass Ave or
Cambridge St the Chn five
news crew in the rain on a 
weekday)  "Ittt wazz
terribull.  The littl'boy.
Thars the bludd."
There's a Brazillian
flag as a decal on an 
escalade nearby.  
  It is not
this mans vehicle.  Is that
man wearing a pinky ring?
He doesn't want to be on
camera.  Can he really be
running for office if he
fleas from the stunning
ambush journalist (even 
fully covered over, as if
in full burka, stunning,
if you know who she is.
It is just she's so . . .
Should we have sent the
equally stunning male 
equivallent?  We can't
say that on the radio?
Who is offended.  He's
gorgous.  And you don't
even have to see him, just
know he is in the room.
Will that get the senator's
attention?
Not even.  Maybe he's drunk?
It's raining.  'Senator.
Senator.  The rumour is . . .
no, actually Senator, I'm
just pitching a reality
TV show.  See, that's my
son up there in a mylar
kite.  No, really, I work for
channel [some number]'

Will senator
 4-AM-streetdrunk-with-keys
get another ride from the
hunky Cambridge cop?  Can 
true love really happen 
even during career ending
(alledged) runnings-over
of lit'le child'ren? Will
this senator ever get
another vote?  How will
he ever be able to meet
friendly men in uniform,
and bring them home, if
he is no longer a state
senator?

dunt dun daaaaa

No, seriously, this guy
is having a trainwreak
in his life.  He needs 
help.  And he should get it.
But should he get anymore
votes?  Well, I am not
from his district.  So
I don't get to decide.
What I'm being is a busy
body.  He seems like he
might be charming if you
met him drunk at night in
the right place.  I might
find him intrueging.  But
I don't suspect that no
matter how drunk I might
be, because I've been that
guy, years ago, years and
years ago (I'm in an active
job search, so I've got
to be cautious that I will 
scare some prospect away.)
Let me be honest, I've not
ever been so drunk as to
go up to the window at a
convenience store at 4AM
and act all mumbbly-joe
on some early morning clerk.
If I were that drunk (whihc
doesn't happen.  I just
don't do it any more)
I would take the keys
out of the ignition and 
get into the back seat.
And if it were cold
I wouldn't sit there with
the engine running
in the driver's
seat.  If I were that 
drunk I would have
found a place to do it,
a place with a bed and
a blanket and a place
to lay down and be 
comfortible.

When I was in Lowell last
month, the month of the
celebration of Jack K,
David Amram was there.
He said that it bugs him
when folks put down his
dear friend (JLK) for
being a drunk.  Why?  
Because it is a disease.
Well, it is a disease.

But I've been yelled at
for saying that to friendly
family.  I was told that,
damn it, his dad could
have done better (my friend's
dad).

Someone asked me when I
last had a fulltime job.
It was a while ago.
But let me say that
I never stop, no matter
what I am doing, until
the point when I can't
go on.  I am always busy and
productive doing all 
sorts of things constantly
to have a good life and to
do things well.
Any one who would worry,
in this market, about
what is up or down with
someone not having a job
in two years, let me tell 
ya (mister) that work is
my way of life.  I didn't
plan on the social collapse
of american engineering
and the off-shoring of
jobs for fun and leverage
arbitrage.

So let me back to work
and you will not be
disapointed.  In the 
meantime I remain creative
and active and busy.



It's a flawless and stunning
12 carot sapphire, catching
the light just right . . .

That is how we get our
news.  so when Howie says
'hackcident' the humour
is deep.


Tree, 
by Conn. river, 
  in NH, 
  near VT