Jack Ruby (born Jacob Leon Rubenstein; MAR 25, 1911 – JAN 3, 1967)
Why Jack? Oh Why?!
Of course if you want the answer to that
Burning Behind the Grassy Knoll
question, all you need do is listen to Lenny.
Look no further.
Lenny Has This One Covered Y’all:
Before We Proceed, here is a ‘Disclaimer’ by way of an Author’s Note:
‘Slightly’ re-worked, but I left in all the ‘Incoherent Bullshit’
(For ‘Hysterical / Historical Purposes of Course.)
Or, if you ain’t ‘into’ Lenny, I suppose you could just ask Lance, as his erstwhile step-mom, Gloria, had worked for Jack during the Sixties in his
According to Gloria, Jack was very, very proud of his Club and always referred to it as, wait for it…
“A Real First Class Joint.”
She never told me precisely what it was that she did there for Jack, by way of gainful employment. And in truth, I really didn’t wanna know.
Whatever it was that she did do for Jack, it was probably not what these girls did.
(For ‘Their Jack’)
She, Gloria… er… was not ‘qualified’
She prob’ly sold cigarettes or sumthin’.
(Sorry. But there never was any love lost between me and Gloria. This paralyzed fact is well-documented and may easily be discovered in the pages of my blog.)
And if you, any of you, breath, yeah ‘breath’. A single word of this to my also erstwhile step-sister…Whom I love dearly, well, that breath, will, yes will, be your last…
Sadly, Very Sadly, I must update this for 2021:
(And, as always, Most Everything I just typo’d, said, thought… well, it’s all bullshit.)
(NOT THE PARTS REGARDING MADELYN. THAT IS NOT BULLSHIT)
I was born’d, rear’d an’ raised in California. Northern California. I have never even SEEN Texas. (Just read about it is all.)
In books an’ shit.
And on some old pirate maps.
Just funnin’… I’m only Half-Crazy.
Just tryin’ to make up for all those “Thursday Throwbacks” I missed out cashing in on during my recent
Yeah, I always considered ‘Throwback Thursdays’ somewhat of a ‘gift.’ I mean, if I had nothing to write I could always dig down into those old archives, et voila! There ya go! Instant Post! Keep Feedin’ Them Fishes! Yada, Yada, Yaaaa Duh!
(In Some Truth: I just wanted to put up some Lenny Bruce–for ‘Old Time’s Sake’)
And it kind of goes along with that Brother Dave post from a day or two ago.
(See? There is some continuity to my mind)
Believe that? Really? Wanna buy a bridge? Cheap? Real Cheap!
I generally spend about ten minutes ‘writing a post’. Then three minutes waiting on ‘spell check’ to remind me that I cannot spell ‘cat.’ Then two minutes (except for the upload wait) to upload photos/videos. One minute at the ‘final’ look.
Then: Click that ‘sucker’.
That ‘Publish’ button.
Rinse and repeat the next day. This bothers me. Why? Because, as all of us (may) feel, we can write so much better.
Alas, I am lazy. I just want to get it out there… Catch the likes; catch the comments. Fuck the quality! “They” know what I mean… Don’t they? I mean, they read me! Not too much need for exposition, ya? ‘They git it, eh?’
(Lance removes tongue-from-cheek)
Just some musings from an amusing, dazed and confusing, wanna-be writer/blogger. Take with however many grains of salt you require.
If you’re of a mind to, and/or have an opinion on the ‘writing/blogging’ process.
Well, I do not seem capable of shutting the hell up…
“I had the right to remain silent, but I didn’t have the ability.”
Credit: Ron White (Texan!)
“I have never had an original thought; I don’t live in a vacuum.”
And if this ain’t poignant for today… Well then. I do not know what is, or could be ‘is.’
Take a listen: All ‘Policemans’ in NYC might even appreciate. If they can read, that is…
And I wanna be ‘Your Lenny‘
There is a vid credit, but I lost it. His lawyers will surely contact mine…Right here on TT&H
Now, this is some strange form of Serendipitous Bullshit. But I didn’t look it in the mouth; I appreciated my opportunity.
I actually shook his hand.
This Great Man’s Hand was ‘Shook’ by My Hand.
Only in America!
“Oh Hail Yes!”
Specifically In San’ Dog, California.
He weren’t none of that.
He was some, most, but not all.
Yet he was a great and actually humble man.
He was merely a man with a plan.
And He was The Real Deal!
I loved him for that.
Just like I loved Woody
And His Son
And as I respect and admire and love all the Great Americans who struggle for Equality and Freedom and Justice for all.
This concludes our regularly un-scheduled broadcast.
*Lance climbs down off his Soapbox*
*Resumes primary vocation with his co-workers*