George Rucker's Stupendous Newsletter for June 27, 2017

Greetings once more,

I always liked to know the origin of some slang words or phrases, I found this article amusing.

Just because American English is so common worldwide does not mean that English speakers of different dialects can’t still confuse one another with slang and local terms. American English speakers and British English speakers both have usages that confuse, and amuse one another. Accents alone can sometimes be enough to form a language barrier, despite the fact that in the U.S., a British accent might be treated as either sexy, or comical depending on the persona it’s attached to. Below is a list of common American slang word and phrases that our English-speaking comrades in Great Britain might have trouble wrapping their heads around.

Bought the farm — ”I didn’t know he wanted to move to the country,” is how a British person might respond to hearing this phrase. At this point ‘bought the farm,’ is a general reference to untimely death. However, the phrase originates from WWII-era military accidents involving unreliable aircraft crashing into rural European countryside properties resulting in damages for which the U.S. government was responsible to pay, thereby, ‘buying the farm,’ so to speak.

Take a raincheck — This is an Americanism that dates back to the 1880s and references the practice of giving baseball game ticket holders a pass to a game that must be rescheduled due to weather. It’s commonly used as a metaphor for postponing or rescheduling a meeting between people to some later date that is more convenient.

Spill the Beans — British English speakers might pick up on the use of the word ‘spill,’ as a metaphor for divulging. But ‘spill the beans,’ might be obscure enough for them to assume a more specific connotation, which they are not aware of. Needless to say, ‘spill the beans,’ is an American idiom for divulging secret information that dates back to the very early 1900s.

Shoot the breeze — An idiomatic phrase for killing time with idle chit-chat, ‘shoot the breeze probably stems from old-west imagery, either cinematic or anecdotal in origin, in which men with nothing but time and ammunition on their hands shot their guns at no particular target.

Monday morning quarterback — Because quarterback is an on-field leadership position played in American football, which the British have no interest in, and because Monday morning references the fact that most NFL games take place on Sundays, this is a doubly obscure metaphor. While American’s understand that the phrase references the practice of criticizing something after-fact-with the advantage of hindsight, an English person would find this phrase totally meaningless.


In the year 2010, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said: Once again the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me.

Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing long with a few good humans. He gave Noah the blueprints, saying: You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard – but no Ark. Noah! He roared, I’m about to start the rain! Where is the Ark ?

Forgive me, Lord, begged Noah, but things have changed.

I needed a building permit.

I’ve been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system.

My neighbors claim that I’ve violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision.

Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark ‘s move to the sea.

I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it. Getting the wood was another problem. There’s a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls – but no go!

When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me.

They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodations were too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the EPA ruled that I couldn’t build the Ark until they’d conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.

I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I’m supposed to hire for my building crew.

Immigration is checking the status of most of the people who want to work.

The trade unions say I can’t use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.

To make matters worse, they seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this ark.

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky.

Noah looked up in wonder and asked, “You mean you’re not going to destroy the world?”

“No,” said the Lord. “The government beat me to it.”


Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age. We are the Silent Generation.  We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the "last ones."

We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.

We are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.

We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.

We hand mixed ’white stuff’ with ‘yellow stuff’ to make fake butter.

We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren't available.  We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch. [A friend’s mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart.] We sometimes fed the horse.

We are the last to hear Roosevelt 's radio assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors.

We can also remember the parades on August 15, 1945; VJ Day.

We saw the 'boys' home from the war, build their Cape Cod style houses, pouring the cellar, tar papering it over and living there until they could afford the time and money to build it out.

We remember trying to buy a new car after the war. The new cars were coming through with wooden bumpers.

We are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead we imagined what we heard on the radio.

As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood "playing outside until the street lights came on."  We did play outside and we did play on our own. There was no little league.  There was no city playground for kids.

To play in the water, we turned the fire hydrants on and ran through the spray.

The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like.

Our Saturday afternoons, if at the movies, gave us newsreels of the war sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.

Telephones were one to a house, often shared and hung on the wall.

Computers were called calculators, only added and were hand cranked; typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon. The ‘internet’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that didn’t exist.

We are the last group who had to find out for ourselves.  As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth.

The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.

VA loans fanned a housing boom. Pent up demand coupled with new installment payment plans put factories to work.  New highways would bring jobs and mobility. The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.

In the late 40's and early 50's the country seemed to lie in the embrace of brisk but quiet order as it gave birth to its new middle class (which became known as ‘Baby Boomers’).

The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands of stations.  The telephone started to become a common method of communications and "Faxes" sent hard copy around the world.

Our parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined.  We weren't neglected but we weren't today's all-consuming family focus.

They were glad we played by ourselves 'until the street lights came on.'  They were busy discovering the post war world.

Most of us had no life plan, but with the unexpected virtue of ignorance and an economic rising tide we simply stepped into the world and started to find out what the world was about.

We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed.

Based on our naive belief that there was more where this came from, we shaped life as we went.

We enjoyed a luxury; we felt secure in our future.

Of course, just as today, not all Americans shared in this experience. Depression poverty was deep rooted.  Polio was still a crippler.  The Korean War was a dark presage in the early 50s and by mid-decade school children were ducking under desks.

Russia built the “Iron Curtain” and China became Red China.  Eisenhower sent the first 'advisors'   to Vietnam ; and years later, Johnson invented a war there.  Castro set up camp in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power.

We are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no existential threats to our homeland.

We came of age in the 40s and early 50s. The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, Martin Luther King, civil rights, technological upheaval, “global warming”, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with insistent unease.

Only our generation can remember both a time of apocalyptic war and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. We have lived through both.

We grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better, not worse.

We are the Silent Generation - "The Last Ones".

More than 99.9% of us are either retired or deceased, and feel privileged to have "lived in the best of times”.


No matter which side you are on in the matter of renaming the Washington Redskins, this is funny. This guy is hilarious…

Here is an e-mail sent to Clarence Page of the Chicago Tribune after an article he published concerning a name change for the Washington Redskins.

Dear Mr. Page:  I agree with our Native American population.  I am highly insulted by the racially charged name of the Washington Redskins.  One might argue that to name a professional football team after Native Americans would exalt them as fine warriors, but nay, nay.  We must be careful not to offend, and in the spirit of political correctness and courtesy, we must move forward.

Let's ditch the Kansas City Chiefs, the Atlanta Braves and the Cleveland Indians.  If your shorts are in a wad because of the reference the name Redskins makes to skin color, then we need to get rid of the Cleveland Browns.

The Carolina Panthers obviously were named to keep the memory of militant Blacks from the 60's alive.  Gone.  It's offensive to us white folk.

The New York Yankees offend the Southern population.  Do you see a team named for the Confederacy?  No!  There is no room for any reference to that tragic war that cost this country so many young men's lives.

I am also offended by the blatant references to the Catholic religion among our sports team names.  Totally inappropriate to have the New Orleans Saints, the Los Angeles Angels or the San Diego Padres.

Then there are the team names that glorify criminals who raped and pillaged.  We are talking about the horrible Oakland Raiders, the Minnesota Vikings, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and the Pittsburgh Pirates!

Now, let us address those teams that clearly send the wrong message to our children.  The San Diego Chargers promote irresponsible fighting or even spending habits.  Wrong message to our children.

The New York Giants and the San Francisco Giants promote obesity, a growing childhood epidemic.  Wrong message to our children.

The Cincinnati Reds promote downers/barbiturates.  Wrong message to our children.

The Milwaukee Brewers.  Well that goes without saying.  Wrong message to our children.

So, there you go.  We need to support any legislation that comes out to rectify this travesty, because the government will likely become involved with this issue, as they should.  Just the kind of thing the do-nothing Congress loves.

As a diehard Oregon State fan, my wife and I, with all of this in mind, suggest it might also make some sense to change the name of the Oregon State women's athletic teams to something other than "the Beavers (especially when they play Southern California.  Do we really want the Trojans sticking it to the Beavers???

I always love your articles and I generally agree with them.  As for the Redskins name I would suggest they change the name to the "Foreskins" to better represent their community, paying tribute to the dick heads in Congress.



Part I:
A. Back off and let those men who want to marry men, marry men.
B. Allow those women who want to marry women, marry women.
C. Allow those folks who want to abort their babies, abort their babies.

In three generations, there will be no more Democrats.

Part II:
10 Poorest Cities in America  (How did it happen?)
  City, State, % of People Below the Poverty Level

1. Detroit, MI 32.5%
2. Buffalo, NY 29.9%
3. Cincinnati, OH 27.8%
4. Cleveland, OH 27.0%
5. Miami, FL 26.9%
5. St. Louis, MO 26.8%
7. El Paso, TX 26.4%
8. Milwaukee, WI 26.2%
9. Philadelphia, PA 25.1%
10. Newark, NJ 24.2%

What do these top ten cities (over 250,000 pop.) with the highest poverty rate all have in common?

Detroit, MI - (1st on poverty rate list) hasn't elected a Republican mayor since 1961
Buffalo, NY - (2nd) hasn't elected one since 1954
Cincinnati, OH - (3rd) not since 1984
Cleveland, OH - (4th) not since 1989
Miami, FL - (5th) has never had a Republican mayor
St. Louis, MO - (6th) not since 1949
El Paso, TX - (7th) has never had a Republican mayor
Milwaukee, WI - (8th) not since 1908
Philadelphia, PA - (9th) not since 1952
Newark, NJ - (10th) not since 1907

Einstein once said, 'The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.'
It is the poor who habitually elect Democrats... yet they are still POOR.

Part III:

"You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence.
You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves."

"Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him had better take a much closer look at the American Indian."

Please--Do something for your country,  forward this.


"the modern G.O.P. basically consists of career apparatchiks who live in an intellectual bubble, and those Reagan-era stereotypes still dominate their picture of struggling Americans.

Or to put it another way, Republicans start from a sort of baseline of cruelty toward the less fortunate, of hostility toward anything that protects families against catastrophe.

In this sense there’s nothing new about their health plan. What it does — punish the poor and working class, cut taxes on the rich — is what every major G.O.P. policy proposal does. The only difference is that this time it’s all out in the open."

Paul Krugman



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Before I mention the next recipe, I want you to know something I have noticed.  Avocado prices are going up and up and it is starting to get my goat.  For many years I lived in a house that had two avocado trees, a funny thing is one had fruit for about 90 days and then the second one would kick in.  I would always give them away to anyone who politely asked as I had many more than I needed.  The group that asked the most and always traded for them using tortillas and other Latin food stuffs was the base club “Latinos Unidos”    These trees were about three stories tall.  I gave away thousands of avocados during the years I lived in Philippines as I live there for about 9 years, during the Viet Nam war and for two years after it was finished.

Two of my maids would take a paper bag full home during their days off.  The third for some reason never took any.  My youngest maid (13), who’s only job was to play and keep my children safe would sometimes take some to the market and trade for something to make for our supper.  She was the best person to use if you needed to barter for anything.  She usually managed to get one of my favorite things which were shrimp.

Anyway about 5 or 6 weeks ago avocados were selling for about $.99 in Market Basket.  I noticed the first jump was to $1.29, last week they were $1.49 and I heard people starting to complain and pass them by.  I had a recipe and yesterday they jumped again to $1.69 each.  My recipe calls for two and I only put in one.  The recipe was good and I did not think there was much of a difference.  Both Patty and I give it 5 stars.

Southwest Chickpea Salad from


    1 15 ounce can black beans, rinsed & drained
    1 15 ounce can chickpeas, rinsed & drained
    1 15 ounce can corn
    1 pint cherry tomatoes, chopped in half
    2 medium avocado, diced
    1 small can of diced olives
    Juice of one lime
    2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
    1 tsp cumin
    ¼ tsp chili powder
    ¼ tsp salt
    1/4 cup cilantro, chopped
    ¼ cup feta cheese for garnish (optional)


    In a large bowl combine black beans, chick peas, corn, tomatoes, avocado, and olives. In a small bowl whisk the lime juice, olive oil, cumin, chili powder, salt and cilantro. Add to the salad and toss ingredients until combined, Garnish with feta cheese.



Are you with me? This salad is so easy to make and you really only need those 4 key ingredients:

  • salad mix (I like one that has arugula and spinach)
  • avocados
  • canned chickpeas
  • vegan basil pesto
  • optional –> thinly sliced cucumber & scallions (0r chives)

You could also add in some optional mix ins – think thinly sliced red onions or cilantro. I love to first add a squeeze of lemon juice to my avocado before cutting it, to preserve that vibrant green color for longer and to add a bite of tangy freshness to the salad.



  • 1 can chickpeas, rinsed and drained
  • 2 avocados
  • 1 lime, juiced
  • 1 cup corn (canned or frozen)
  • 2 tablespoons red onion, minced
  • 2 tablespoons cilantro, chopped
  • sea salt and pepper to taste
  • pinch cayenne pepper
  • sprouts, lettuce or spinach leaves
  • whole wheat wraps
  1. Add chickpeas and avocados to a medium bowl. Mash using a potato masher or the back of a fork. Add lime juice, corn, red onion, cilantro, salt, pepper and cayenne pepper, stir to combine. Taste and adjust flavor as needed.
  2. Scoop onto a whole wheat tortilla and top with fresh sprouts, lettuce, spinach leaves or all three!
  3. Enjoy!


    In a large bowl combine black beans, chick peas, corn, tomatoes, avocado, and olives. In a small bowl whisk the lime juice, olive oil, cumin, chili powder, salt and cilantro. Add to the salad and toss ingredients until combined, Garnish with feta cheese.



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