George Rucker's Newsletter for August 16, 2016

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Tuesday 2016 August 16InboxxGeorgeRuckerxGeorge <>Aug 16 (6 days ago)to gigicavallo, Jason.cox, jcondon94, judith_plummer, cwik111, lfazio214, busara1, melabelle, fern1211, Rcarl69, sarahgriffith2., sawpine, Ralphdog, me, doommaster1994, bournedancer, wind21, rmaher6235, bkwmnWell-met everyone,

Q: What time does a duck wake up?
A: At the quack of dawn!

Q: Who stole the soap?
A: The robber ducky!

Hey out there . . .  where are some duck jokes?  Do not make me revert to one liners!


Do you think the symbol of the New Hampshire flag is racist?  Sorry I do not.  I am not saying I particularly like it as I do not like rattle snakes, the color yellow, etc.  I am Polish and I do not like the Polish flag either but I do like the colors, even their coat of arms looks like a dead chicken.  It is red and white, two bars with white on top.  You can sometimes find Poland’s code of arms in the white part, the dead chicken which does not improve the flag.

A federal agency, the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, thinks your “Don’t Tread On Me” flag is racist.  Why is the government even putting in two cents, more waste in government is what I see, and time to cut the bureaucracy and send some employees of MINE and YOURS packing . . . especially if this is what they do while sitting at their desks?

The iconic yellow flag, officially called the Gadsden flag, became the subject of an EOC investigation two months ago. An African-American government employee filed an official complaint against a coworker, who wore a hat depicting the flag’s famous yellow color, snake emblem, and the words: “Don’t Tread on Me.”

After the offended coworker complained to management about the “offensive” hat, the coworker continued to wear the hat.

According to the official complaint, the African-American coworker claimed that the flag was offensive for two reasons. First, because the flag had been designed by a slave owner, Christopher Gadsden. And second, because the flag is a apparently "historical indicator of white resentment against blacks, stemming largely from the Tea Party."

The Gadsden Flag has been around for more than two centuries, since 1775. It was initially used in the Revolutionary War as a symbol of American independence. Since then, it’s been a potent symbol of freedom.

But, most recently, it was used symbolically by the Tea Party movement—which also fought for freedom, and used a number of symbols from the American Revolution.

The complaint doesn’t describe whether or not the coworker wearing the Gadsden hat said or did anything racist—it lists only the clothing choice as evidence of offensive behavior.

If the EEOC decides that the Gadsden flag is “offensive” and “racist,” it would be banned in workplaces all across the country. Private employers who allow their employees to wear clothing depicting the flag would be subject to federal fines and legal consequences.

How do you like them apples? I see more reasons to kick the liberals out of Washington and do it quickly, it just can’t happen soon enough.  I am tempted to go and buy a hat and wear it everywhere just to piss some people off.  Good Lord, how little and thin skinned have we become?



Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn’t do something useful with my time.

Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing, I said.

Talking about my “doing something useful!”seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.

She was “only thinking of me” and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business.

I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She replied, “Are you nuts? You are 73 years old, and now you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?”

I told her that I even got a membership card and e-mailed a copy to her.

She immediately telephoned me, “Good grief, where are your glasses!  This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.”

“Oh man, I”m in trouble again; I really don’t know what to do . . .  I signed up for five jumps a week.”

The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.


My jet black squirrel payed a visit this week.  I changed my screen saver to this improbable squirrel.  I sort of like it, my old screen saver was a light house from Chatham beach area.

I thought some of you might want to make a dish that some of the brave people going to the Olympics might be eating.  I was very much disappointed with the selection of the top eight.  However, my Swedish friend Ann is a fish fan, so I will send the recipe to her boy friend Jerry and not bore everyone with it.  It does look hard to make but I think she would enjoy the soup.  Jerry look for my e-mail.  It is from the NY Times.

The recipe was just too complex to make.  Perhaps I will hear from Jerry if it was worth the effort.


Who's to Blame For Hillary’s Dishonesty. Here's What She Said.  I will not trouble you as the speech is about 13 minutes long. But she believes that’s not her fault. Instead, it’s the fault of Republicans.



When you’re buying honey at the store, do you spend a lot of time debating between different brands, trying to decide which honey is closest to raw honey?

    [A] searing investigation of the honey market by Food Safety News found that 76% of all honey bought at grocery stores were treated with a process called “ultra-filtration,” which removes not only impurities like wax, but also all traces of pollen. And of the types of brands at grocery stores, the ones that were far-and-away the most likely to be ultra-filtered were generic brands.

Those “impurities” that ultra-filtration takes out of honey are actually what make honey so good for us. When you hear about honey as a home remedy, for example, the honey that you’d want to use should not have gone through ultra-filtration. You’re looking for truly raw honey.

    One ounce of raw honey contains approximately 20 vitamins, 18 amino acids, 16 minerals, and a ton of antioxidants and phytonutrients. Raw honey is an antibacterial, antiviral, and antifungal substance. It is also highly nutritious. It contains significant amounts of B2, B3, B5, B6, C, magnesium, potassium, calcium, sodium chlorine, sulphur, and phosphate.

So when you’re buying honey, how do you know you’re getting the real stuff? The best way to make sure is to buy your honey from farmers’ markets and/or natural food stores (like Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods). According to Food Safety News, few, if any honeys sold at these places have been subject to ultra-filtration.


You will chuckle as you read this  . . .  Because as stupidly as it may sound, this is exactly what we do!


Frank.  You know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet?  What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.

St. FRANCIS:  the tribes settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites.  They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

GOD:  Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

ST. FRANCIS:  Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.

GOD:  The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

ST. FRANCIS:  Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.

GOD:  They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?

ST. FRANCIS:  Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

GOD:  They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

ST. FRANCIS: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.

GOD:  Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?

ST. FRANCIS:  Yes, Sir.

GOD:  These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.

ST. FRANCIS:  You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.

GOD:  What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.

ST. FRANCIS:  You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

GOD: No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?

ST. FRANCIS:  After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.

GOD:  And where do they get this mulch?

ST. FRANCIS:  They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.

GOD:  Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?

ST. CATHERINE:  'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about . . .

Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.


With all this heat I need to put in a cool recipe.  I have not made it yet but I think I will as I have a fondness for Key Lime Pie.

 Key Lime Ice-Cream Pie
Key Lime Ice-Cream Pie offers the classic pie as a frozen treat.  This is thanks to Southern Living.


    1 (8.8-oz.) package crisp, gourmet cookies (such as Lotus Biscoff)
    1/3 cup butter, melted
    1 (10-oz.) jar lemon curd
    Avocado-Key Lime Pie Ice Cream
    2 cups whipping cream
    1/4 cup powdered sugar
    1/8 teaspoon coconut extract
    Macadamia nuts, toasted coconut curls, Key lime slices


THE CRUST: Process cookies in a food processor until finely ground. Stir together crumbs and melted butter. Press on bottom and up sides of a lightly greased 9-inch pie plate. Freeze 30 minutes or until set.

THE FILLING: Spread half of lemon curd on bottom of crust, and freeze 10 minutes. Spread half of Avocado-Key Lime Pie Ice Cream over lemon curd; freeze 15 minutes. Repeat layers with remaining lemon curd and ice cream, freezing as directed above after each layer.

THE TOPPING: Beat whipping cream, powdered sugar, and coconut extract at medium speed with an electric mixer until soft peaks form; spread over top of pie. Top with macadamia nuts, toasted coconut curls, and Key lime slices.


It looks like Amazon on line sales have caused another giant to fall.  Macy’s is going to close 100 of their 728 stores nation wide. All of the stores that are set for closure have a positive cash flow, although their volume and profitability have been declining steadily.  This is nearly 15% of all its department stores.

We have two stores on Cape Cod, but both at the same location, the Cape Cod Mall.  Macy’s is not saying what 100 stores are going to close but they are the ones with low sales.

One of my favorite stores is already gone.  They had the best catalog and living overseas, and I purchased many items from them during my life.  This is pre-internet if any are interested or still reading this section.

The passing of a once-great business is often a time for nostalgia and regret, so the announced closing down of Montgomery Ward has provoked much media comment along these lines. But both the rise and the fall of Montgomery Ward illustrates the dynamic adjustments of a free market economy and the prosperity that it makes possible.

Montgomery Ward mailed its merchandise, lowering delivery costs by using the most efficient transportation available at the time — the railroad — and the only nationwide delivery service, the U.S. mails. Railroad tracks ran right through the huge Montgomery Ward warehouse in Chicago. The net result was that it could charge lower prices than others who used more costly methods of transportation, enabling more Americans to afford more things.

But nothing stays the same. Montgomery Ward was the largest retailer in the world in the 19th century, but that was destined to change because of a young railroad agent who sold watches on the side. His name was Richard Sears.

The company that Sears set up also grew into a mail-order house — one that eventually surpassed Montgomery Ward. Meanwhile, the country itself was changing. By 1920, there were for the first time more Americans living in urban areas than in rural areas. That changed the whole economics of retailing.

The greatness of a free-market economy is that it does not depend upon the wisdom of those who happen to be on top at the moment. The rich and complacent men who ran Montgomery Ward and Sears were destined to be forced into change.

Much of the above was borrowed from Thomas Sowell who has published a large volume of writing. His dozen books, as well as numerous articles and essays, cover a wide range of topics, from classic economic theory to judicial activism, from civil rights to choosing the right college.

While reading the article about Macy’s, I just had to Google Montgomery Ward.  My first Scuba Tank and diving gear were purchased from them and delivered to a Staff Sergeant living at the tip of Cape Cod after his first return from the Viet Nam war.  That was I.  I taught myself how to dive by reading books but when I could no longer buy air due too not being certified, ended up taking a professional diving course in the upper peninsula of Michigan.  The class was called the “Forgotten Diver” and offered  by Northern Michigan University, located in Marquette, Michigan, ‘Go Badgers.”  My first three credits from a university.


A Sack Full of Ducks

Two rednecks walk down a dirt path. One man has a big sack over his shoulder. The other man asks what's in the sack.

The first man says, "I got me some ducks for dinner tonight."

The other man asks how many ducks are in the sack.

"Well, I'll tell you," replies the first redneck, "If you can guess how many ducks  I got in this here sack, I'll give them both to you."


I probably wasted a good duck joke there.  Have a great week.


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