The Hour of Truth

There's this TV show on over here called Hodin Prava, or Hour of truth. Basically what they do is go to some poor person with gob loads of little rug rats running around and offer to give them a wagon load of new stuff like computers, cars, kitchens, bikes, and toys. So the wife and kid get all excited and then they tell the feller that all he has to do to win it is learn to do something near impossible and they give him a week to learn it, all the while his woman and kids is filming him failing time after time and then everybody laughs at him.

Now, I just don't get what makes people watch this here kind of show. I mean do folks really think it's right? Now you can't tell me the people watch it to cheer the poor feller on anymore than you can tell me people go to the figure 8 races to hope there's no crash. What kind of evil person likes to see kids cry, dreams crushed like a Bud-Lite can, and fellers humiliated?

So, ol' Honza had to learn how to ride a unicycle while juggling and singing that song from the Opera, Kill the wabbit. The haul the whole klan out on the stage and show them the prizes and the kids all go crazy dreaming of all them pretty new toys and the Missus that new dishwasher and washing machine.
The host goes up to the little one and says, “Hey there little Drubezinka, look what you can have if your Pa can just do this one little task. Then they give the poor guy about 2 minutes to do it in and of course he can't. Then little drubezinka is all bawling and everybody hates Honza. Sure they try to say, “Oh, that's ok Pa, we know you tried. But they is really saying what a loser he is.

I reckon families stay together about two months after one of these shows before Mrs. Honza finds herself a non-loser and the kids migrate with her and ol' Honza starts living in the hospoda drinking his bread. He loses his job and becomes homeless.

INDY!!!!!!

Dang it, I get sad stuck over here on Indy day. I miss barbequing and drinking ice cold beer and hearing the race in English. But this year there is a chance I might just pick it up in English, I won't know until after Gomer sings, but it's a chance.
You all enjoy the race! I am.

Mutants and gimpls.

I was walking to the shop the other morning and a group of "Mutants" tried to beg money from me. They was sure dressed funny, but I don't believe they had any superpowers.
I finally got it across that they needed to speak English and they did. It went something like this:

"We need money."
"What for, you all homeless?
"No! We're maturitants." ( that must mean mutant in English.)
"You all got superpowers?"
"What?"
"Can you climb walls or make storms?"
"No! We're gimpals!"

(Now I felt bad. I didn't mean to hurt their feelings none. I knew some gimps from the Carnies back home and they was decent enough folks if you gave them half a chance.)

"Well, you look all right to me, but if you all is Gimps, then I reckon I can spare a few koruny."

"thank you!"

Then they went off begging for more money. This country is going downhill. There used to be medical care for all and they kept the gimps and mutants off the streets!

A new guest poster

I have a new guest speaker who might or might not be making some posts on here. This is the first one. Welcome Mr. BH!

Well, I was reading one of the local expat sites and there was actually a good thread on there and it wasn't deleted or sent to the hidden areas. It was about the first wave of expats to land here. And even more surprising were the number of well thought out posts on that thread. It actually captured a mood. Reminds me of the end of Fear and Loathing,were he talks about being in Frisco in the 60's and how it was.

You had to be there and it was a special time. A time I was proud to be a part of. It was a time of hope. It was a time were anything was possible and it was a time of unbelievable bullshit. The west bank of the 90's etc... artist heaven, etc... utter crap!

But what wasn't crap was the optimism. The commies were gone and for a few years, it was great. I can't think of anywhere else in the world I'd have rather been. I got out of Prague rather quickly, because the bullshit was concentrated there, not to say everyone was full of shit, but the ones who were hung out in Prague and I just couldn't handle them!

I love it when some stupid little punk fresh off the plane ready to tell me all about the czech republic and how wonderful it is calls me bitter. "Oh man, it's great! Everything is wonderful and beautiful here! blah blah blah" I just think to myself, "I see the Ignorance is Bliss Foundation has a new poster child."

I am bitter for a reason. I saw what could have been and is now lost forever.



PS: I remember the waterbed man! Ubiquities, Pragnosis, no orange juice and the cops being really cool. They were almost sorry they were cops and went out of their way to be helpful. I met some cool people then and often wonder what happened to them. Some of them were on the fringe and I hope they aren't laying in a casket with scars on their wrists or bouncing off the white rubber walls in their white room.

Why I ain't voting for you!

I don't care what you stand for nor do I give a darn what party you is in. I ain't voting for you. You ruined my day and I'd as soon kick you as meet you.

I was coming home with my bags full of groceries and beer. Had the beer in my backpack. Well, I open my mailbox and two papers go fluttering to the ground. Then the wind catches them and i have to chase them down. Then I almost catch them and they just take off again. I finally corner them and bend over to pick them up. Then my beer slid out of my pack and broke all over the pavement.

All I seen was your grinning goober face looking up at me almost like you was laughing. No sir, I don't give a darn who you are, I ain't voting for you.

Happy Mothers day!!!!!!

To my mom, some flowers for mother's day!