I had to do it! I had to create a blog so you and I could gripe about all of "The Crap" that we encounter everyday in our lives. Believe me, there is plenty! You can now come to this blog to Gripe because you have the right to do so. Over time, we will Gripe about topics ranging from sports to politics to just about all of the garbage that happens around us. When you Gripe, you can add your name or not. It's your right! You can vent any way you want. Use foul language if you are angry enough to and if you are offended, just Gripe It! Hell, we have been banned from Facebook twice! You can Gripe about people, places and things. The only thing I ask is if you are going to Gripe about someone and you use their name, make sure you have the facts straight or say it's your opinion. Otherwise they will sue your and my ass off! It's your RIGHT TO GRIPE! You can respond to one of our Gripes or you can lay down your own Gripe. It's easy. To post your own Gripe just email it to email@example.com and we will get it on. You can also post a Gripe on our Facebook page. Just search The Right To Gripe. If you don't want to write it down, just click on one of the boxes below each Gripe to give your opinion. You can also become an official "Griper". All you need to do is "Sign Up" and create an account. IT'S FREE! So, don't sit back and take it, just GRIPE IT!
There is a story from The Miami Herald that has people all over talking. Most are horrified by this story, while others chuckle and utter the dreaded words "Zombie Apocalypse"! Could it be, the one thing George Romero has been waiting for since he directed the movie Night Of The Living Dead? THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! It happened two days ago in North Miami Beach when a bike rider came upon two naked men laying along the exit ramp of MacArthur Causeway. It's Miami, that's not unusual right? The weird part is one man was actually chewing off the face of the other. Thirty one year old Rudy Eugene was witnessed ripping the flesh off of the face of Ronald Poppo with his teeth, like a ravenous animal thirsting for flesh. Can you say ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE? Witness Larry Vega flagged down police when he came upon the carnage on the roadside. "The guy was, like, tearing him to pieces with his mouth, so I told him, 'Get off!'". "The guy just kept eating the other guy away, like, ripping his skin", reported Vega. When the Miami police got to the scene the officer reported that zombified Rudy Eugene had actually chewed off about 75% of his victims face. When the police officer yelled at Eugene to back away, the naked man
merely raised his head "with pieces of flesh in his mouth," growled, and
began chewing again. The
officer reportedly then shot Eugene once, but Eugene still continued to
attack the man's face, prompting the officer to shoot multiple times
until he was dead. The big question here is did the officer shoot him in the head? We all know that is the only way to put down a Zombie!
Poppo's face after attack.
As we dig deeper into this horrifying incident, more details arise. Both Eugene and his victim Poppo were homeless. Eugene had a history of arrests dating back to when he was 16 years old. Court records show that although he was arrested several times, they
were for minor offenses. His ex-wife described him as having violent
tendencies, but is shocked by the attack. Eugene became homeless after his wife divorced him and his house was foreclosed on. Miami police are speculating that the attack was caused by bath salts. This LSD type of drug will cause the body to heat up like the desert thus explaining the removal of the clothes. It also gives the person super human strength which explains multiple gun shots to subdue Eugene. To all of this I say, "No Way, Jose'"! As for Poppo, he had been homeless for almost 30 years and also had a list of minor scrapes with the law.
The fact is there have been multiple flesh eating attacks around the country that have gone virtually unreported. There was another incident after the popular Ultra Festival in Florida where a guy
was walking around naked, and was hit by a taxi. He jumped on top of
the taxi, beat the people inside and ripped at their flesh. It took 15 officers to stop him, and
as he was being tasered, he was begging them to shoot and kill him,"
says Aguilar. "But because we had that many officers we were able to
subdue him and take him to the hospital where they basically froze him." Was he frozen for research?
There have been reports of flesh eating attacks in Cape Coral, Florida, in Metaitie, Louisiana, Hackensack, New Jersey and East Sussex, England. The fact is that the incidents that I just mentioned all happened within the last 2 years. Should we expect more? I think the answer is "BRAINS, BRAINS". Prepare now for the ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!
I have been keeping my finger on the pulse of this story for some time now and it has finally come to a crescendo of GRIPE. One of our top Gripers was at the Magistrate yesterday because he did not pay his yearly recycling and trash disposal fee. He didn't pay the $175.00 bribe to the borough of West Wyoming because he simply did not have the cash to fork out at that time. I can tell you that not many of us do. With all of the taxes and fee's that our towns, county, state and country are whacking us with, its a miracle we actually have money to buy food. Anyway, our friend of the R2G stood in front of the local jurist prudence yesterday to plead his case and to throw himself on the mercy of the court. After a few minutes of magisterial banter, things started to come into perspective.
First off, all of this started when he received his customary recycling and garbage fee bill of $175.00 in the mail near the end of 2011. $175.00, ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! Almost 2 C-Notes to get rid of your garbage? This is preposterous! Just sit down and think about this. We all have to actually pay to get rid of our trash. There is something very wrong with this. This is one of the reasons people drive out to the woods to throw bags of garbage out their windows. Who the hell can afford this crap! Whatever happened to the old burning barrel in the back of the yard. I'll tell you, gone, gone, gone and never coming back. No one can tell me that our towns spend tons of money getting rid of trash and recyclables. Hell, I thought recycling was supposed to make money for our communities.
As the months went by, the recycling and garbage fee became out of sight and out of mind. He thought his wife paid it and she thought he paid it. Before he knew it, a summons came in the mail to appear in front of the mostly unqualified magistrate because he had not paid his trash kick back. On the summons it listed the fines and fees which totaled a whopping $672.00. Yes, you read that right, $672.00. This astronomical joke included a fine, restitution fee and court costs. By the way, these bogus court costs were $55.00 alone. What cost does the court have other than to stamp this thing when it is all said and done and filing it in a drawer some where. When asked by the magistrate why he did not pay it he stated that he did not have the cash when it first came and then thought his wife had paid it. The ruler of the commonwealth understood what had happened and asked if he could pay it right there. He said he had already paid up and would have paid it earlier if he could have made payments. The magistrate then looked at the Wyoming Borough representative and asked if there was a payment plan? He said there was. His honor asked our Griper if he knew there was a payment plan which was answered with a big NO! The fact here is no one knows about the payment plan because it is not advertised as public knowledge. You all know what I am thinking here! You have to fork out $175.00 clams and no one knows there is a payment plan. The magistrate shook his head and dismissed the case.
The bottom line here is we all have to pay big amounts of money just to have our trash hauled away. Whether its $2.50 per bag or $175.00 per year, its a big joke. I say bring back those burning barrels or simply just stop charging us! I for one am sick and tired of all of the fee's and taxes that are constantly being levied against the people. How about this novel idea. Let's build a big incinerator plant to burn trash to make electricity. Hell, they do it everywhere else in the world why not here. If this happened we would not have to pay to have our trash carted away and our electricity might be cheaper. Wait a minute, the powers to be would have to tax us to build the damn thing!
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and of course I was up early because my one wonderful dog likes to wake me up at 5:30am. I sat down with my laptop and a fresh cup of coffee to check out Facebook to see what was brewing. After about a half an hour I started to get hungry. I thought cereal, No! Waffles, No! French Toast, who the hell wants to go through all of that. Finally, I settled on a bagel. As I searched in our packed freezer, I finally came upon one bagel. It was a whole wheat bagel sprinkled with oats on top. ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! No everything, no blueberry, no sesame? I thought OK, my wife had not shopped yet and this will be what I must settle for. We usually have a bag of bagels sliced and ready to go but as you all know, the day before grocery shopping yields slim pickins' sometimes. As I dropped the bagel into the toaster, I convinced myself that this one was not the demon of all bagels and it was going to be good for me since it was made with whole wheat flower. As I waited in hunger for the pop of the toaster, little did I know what was on the horizon. I sat down and sifted through Facebook waiting for what seemed to be an eternity for that sound. It didn't come! I got up and looked only to notice it had not been toasted. The toaster was not plugged in. You gotta be kidding me! I plugged it in and dropped down the bagel and hovered over just to make sure the heating filaments lit up. Yes, we are on the way. About 3 minutes later, wham they popped up and I thought they were ready to go. Now, I failed to realize that our toaster is about 6 years old and it gets a lot of use so the bagel was only half toasted. I then remembered that you have to flip them over and resend them for another toasting. Of course now I am on pins and needles because I don't want it to get burnt. I went back to Facebook only to smell smoke about 2 minutes later. It can't be? I just dropped it back down. I bolted for the toaster and hit the kill switch. My breakfast popped up and to my delight it was not too bad. I gently grabbed one side at a time and hurried them over to my plate in fear of burning my fingers. Now I was ready for the second process in preparing my breakfast.
People like many different toppings on their bagels. Some like cream cheese, some like jams or jellies, I like butter and lots of it. I want those nooks and crannies of the bagel pooling with butter. I reached up into the cabinet, grabbed the butter dish and the horror set in. There is only a sliver of butter left on the tray. ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! This slim amount will only cover about one third of the surface of a half. As the life drained out of my body I realized that I would have to now work with a cold stick of butter on a bread product. There is nothing worse than trying to spread hard butter on bread or a bagel. I went into the fridge to procure a stick of heaven and yes, there it was. I had to quickly grab the butter and get it onto the bagel before it cooled down. Of course, the box of butter had not been opened yet which meant another 30 seconds of cooling time. I grabbed the opening tab and pulled. The tab had ripped off without opening the box! NO! NO! In a panic I dug my fingers into the box resulting in a torn, bleeding cuticle. This was not going to stop me from my task at hand. I ripped the box open, grabbed the paper flap on a stick and pulled. NO! NO! The paper ripped! I knew now that I would have to sacrifice my bleeding finger to get this butter out. I reached in even deeper and finally got out that bar of delicious gold. I ran it over to the counter, peeled back the paper but had no knife. I zipped over to the drawer, grabbed out a knife and started to slice into the stick. I thought by now my bagel was starting to get cold and of course I was correct. I quickly placed the slabs I had cut off on the bagel, spread it out and hoped it would melt. Thank goodness it did.
Now at this point, I was feeling pretty good about my chance of chomping into this breakfast delight. I sat down next to my laptop only to realize that I had no coffee. ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! I can't eat this bagel without some coffee. I got up from my chair, poured a cup, put in the sugar and bolted back to the table. Now things were in order. I sat back, took a deep breath and got ready to chomp down.
This was it, what I had worked so hard for is now going to pay off. Just as I got the bagel to my mouth, I hear bells ring. It can't be. No, it can't be. This is not fair, it's not fair! The dog is ringing the bells to go outside. My mind started swimming with a dilemma. Do I sit here and eat my bagel or do I go to let the dogs out? What do I do. Back and forth I pondered. Finally I heard the bells again which usually means he really has to go and bad. I set down the bagel, opened the door to see all three dogs bum rush me to get outside. OK, they are out and I can now eat my bagel. As I raised the bagel to my mouth, I look over to the back door only to see two of the three dogs wanting to come in. As the life drained out of my body again, I set my tasty morning treat down, walked over to the door and let the dogs in. Of course, the third was still out in the yard looking for a place to drop a deuce. Just let me tell you, in the compound that is my and my sister-in-laws back yards, there is plenty of room for the dogs to do their business. On this morning, our male boxer Rockne had to find just the right spot. Not just any area will do. After about 45 long seconds, he had found that glorious spot and was back on the porch ready to come in. At this point you all must be thinking that now is the time for the bagel eating. NO, all three dogs must now get a treat for going outside. I got them a biscuit and was back to the table in zero seconds flat.
After all of this, it was now time. The toaster, the butter and the dogs have kept me away from bagel nirvana long enough. I sat down, grasped my bagel carefully with two hands and moved it toward my mouth. This was it. I slowly bit down on what I had waited so long for and man, it was good. I ripped off a piece with my teeth and immediately began to chew. Oh it was good. I set the once bitten piece back on my plate and picked up my coffee to take a sip. As I reached over, I thought nothing gets better than this. As I brought the cup to my lips, I noticed something. The horror, the horror! As I had bitten into the bagel, butter had oozed out all over my shirt. I sipped the java, set it down, picked up the bagel and took another huge bite. Nothing was going to stop me now, not even a huge stain of butter on my shirt!
When I read this story my mouth started to water. Two of our favorite nitwits tied together in the same debacle. It is R2G pay-dirt, the mother load of Gripe. It appears that the City Wide Towing knucklehead Bob "The Hook" Kadluboski actually hooked up an unmarked State Police car and hauled it to his compound. He claims that he towed the cruiser from a privately owned lot on the corner of Union and North Washington Streets in Wilkes-Barre. "The Hook" said he realized it was a cruiser when two staties showed up to claim it. Trooper Tom Kelly said he parked the car in the lot to attend an elder abuse conference at the Bureau Of The Aging which is on State Street. When he came out, BAM the car was gone. "The Hook" released the vehicle only after they paid the $150.00 fee. ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! They actually had to pay to get a Pennsylvania State Police car out of this idiots compound! What they should have done is cuffed this stupid bastard and hauled his sorry ass off to the clink. Kadluboski has been towing cars for years, believe me I know. This scum sucking slob towed may car several years back and refused to even let me near it until I paid the fee. He is a vehicular vulture, circling the city just waiting for someone to park where they are not supposed to.
"The Hook" getting the hook.
In case you don't know much about "The Hook", he was the preferred tower for the city of Wilkes-Barre until 2004 when his contract was terminated for "unethical" towing practices. He was known for grabbing up cars that were parked for bazaars, church services and quick sandwich pick-ups. He is a self proclaimed crime fighter who credits himself with the apprehension of more than one criminal. He is often seen and heard at city and school board meetings where he has been escorted out by the police on more than one occasion. To sum him up, he is a buffoon. A moron of the highest caliber. A neanderthal in bad sunglasses.
Thom "The Tick" Greco
I know by now you are wondering who is the second person connected to this insane story. Above I mentioned that the cruiser was towed from a lot on the corner of Union and N. Washington Streets. Guess who owns that chunk of real estate? None other than our good friend Thom "The Tick" Greco. Yep, "The Tick" contracts with this lunatic and stated that "The Hook" was just doing his job. "I have a contract with Bob Kadluboski to police the parking lots I own", said Greco. "He makes his money towing vehicles that are not authorized to be there". Doesn't it figure. This maniac is contracted by one of the biggest crooks in the Wyoming Valley, "The Tick". I guess it only makes total sense. It appears that these two parasites are going to get us by Hook or Crook!
By the way, does anyone know if Greco spent any time at the soup kitchen? No one seems to be able to get that information.
Many of our Gripers are responding to the story about those stupid rag head bastard terrorists and their planting of bombs in dogs.
Davey Check-its: Read it. Those scumbags !!!
Tim "PA Juggalo": That's disgusting. I always say that dogs are a million times better
than humans every damn day of the week. You're quite right Jim. There is
nothing someone can do to piss the public off more than animal abuse.
Palko: Every Dog has its Day..Kick a dog while hes down. A good dogs, a dead
dog. Its a dog eat dog world out there. Its bark is worse than its
Bite. Working like a dog....All Dog expression which would lead you to
think it Sucks to be a dog...especially in Iraq or Afghanistan.
My morning started off today with a bang! I flipped on my computer, brewed a pot of java and bellied up to the kitchen table to read the latest news. What I discovered was a story that was so rotten, so low, so terrible that it sent me into a rage above all rages! This story made me sick to my stomach and outraged at the same time. As I read this story I yelled out loud, "The sick rag head terrorist bastards have hit an all time new low". I yelled up to my wife, "Those sons of bitches, those f*#kin no good low life scum sucking camel jockeys"! She came running down to see what was wrong only to find out that I was pacing the kitchen, trying not to grab a sharp knife so I could go out to find a towel head terrorist jerk weed to slice up! When I told her what I had read, she bolted for the silver wear drawer only to find me there first looking for the biggest and sharpest knife I could find. The story I am talking about pertains to the low life, four flushing sacks of shit terrorists planting bombs in live dogs.
With security being strict at airports, these idiots have now devised a plan to get dogs on board with bombs stuffed into their stomachs. Its not low enough to blow up buildings, cars and other forms of transportation to kill thousands of innocent people, now they have to use animals as the vehicle of their dirty work. Two dogs were discovered in Baghdad airport before they were loaded onto two U.S. cargo planes which were getting ready to leave for the U.S.. The dogs were never loaded because they were found dead in their cages by freight handlers. Post mortem examinations on the animals uncovered explosives and
detonators set to go off several hours into the flight from the Iraqi
capital to Los Angeles. ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME! These no good rotten sand diggers are now using helpless animals to blow up planes. They make me sick. What makes me even vomit more is we knew about this type of terrorism back in 2008 but never revealed it to the public.
It appears that since the invasion of Iraq, the dog population has skyrocketed to over 1 million. Dogs were starting to roam in huge packs, attacking anything they could for food. This fact got the pin headed terrorists thinking, "Hey, lets jam a bomb into a dogs stomach, set the timer and get it aboard a plane". A few missing dogs won't be noticed. Let me tell you something, don't mess with animals. If you really want to piss off the American people, start screwing around killing animals. We love our pets and would fight to the death to save them. If these camel riding desert monkeys want to be on the back end of a really good ass whipping, just piss us off some more. For one, I am sick and tired of reading this kind of crap! Its time we all band together and either leave that god forsaken area of the world or buckle up and release the dogs of war. I for one am in favor of "letting the dogs out". Woof......Woof....... Woof, Woof!
Her face is plastered all over the Internet. You can see it on the news. Even Saturday Night Live, (who by the way is so lame that they need to move it to prime time with all of the other lame shows) did a spoof on it. The face I am talking about belongs to the New Jersey mom Patricia Krentcil. If you don't know who and what she did, you must have had your head buried in the rust colored shores of the Susquehanna River. Krentcil, otherwise known as the New Jersey Tan Mom has made quite a splash in the news over the past few days. The story has been all over the news from local channels to The Situation Room with The Wolfman, Wolf Blitzer. The reason for the splash or should I say tidal wave is because the New Jersey mom is facing charges for allegedly subjecting her young daughter to hours in a tanning salon — a claim that she’s hotly denied. Of course she does. The charges state that this leather faced wonder put her daughter under the tanning bulbs when she was just 5 years old. You may think that this is no big deal but the kicker is the daughter received first degree burns on her body. If convicted, she could get 10 years in the crow bar hotel where her face would match the orange jump suits. The Tan Mom denies that she took her daughter to the tanning booth and claims that she got sunburned from being outside. “Any mother who makes an accusation about me is not a mother because I’m a great mother — I would never do that to my child,” Krentcil rants. “There’s somebody out there for my whole life that doesn’t like me because they are jealous, fat and they’re ugly” chirped Krentcil.
Now, first off let me say Shame On The Media for latching onto this ridiculous story. It appears that our society thrives on this kind of manure and seemingly cannot get enough of it. The more bizarre it is, the more we love it. It appears that our desires for the insane have grown out of control with this one. It actually makes me sick to my stomach to see these types of stories explode on the web when there is real news and information out there that is more important to society. Of course the real news is filled with war, murder, rape and molestations which is exactly why we as people focus on these kinds of over the top stories. It appears that we have had our fill of hearing about the war along with the many murders and other felonies that fill our neighborhoods with fear and dread. A story like the Tan Mom puts a little laughter into our day simply because of its absurdity. Even Patricia Krentcil can't understand why this is making such a splash. “If you think about it for a second, Iraq and Cuba we’re involved in now,” Krentcil said, “but they care that I tan. ” I will say, you got that right bronze sister. To sum it up, who really gives a tanned rats ass.
GRIPE NOTE: By the way, Patricia Krentcil lives in Nutley, New Jersey. Go figure?
Over the past few days, Gripers have been contacting me with tons of things that are really sending them over the edge. As most of you know, theses things just add to the stress of everyday life and we don't need them. I know they do for me. I thought that I would touch on a few of these items that I know you can relate to.
No Turn On Red: Some years ago, the state of Pennsylvania passed a law that motorists can make a legal right hand turn on a red light. This was a great move by our lawmakers since it is pretty stupid to sit at a light and not be able to turn right if there is no traffic. Of course, some drivers took total advantage of this law and ran red lights to make the turn thus causing accidents. In response, towns everywhere in the state put up No Turn On Red signs everywhere. These signs went up like flowers blooming in the Spring. There are now very few intersections with a traffic light that doesn't have one of these signs. What I don't get is why? Just because a few idiots blew through the lights under the guise of the law, don't penalize the rest of us. I say either take these insane signs down or just do away with the law. I am sick and tired of sitting at a red light with no chance of turning right with no traffic in sight for miles.
Blacktop sidewalks in the Heights.
Screwed Up Sidewalks: One of our faithful Gripers Bob W., who by the way is in touch with the R2G everyday spotted this one in Wilkes-Barre. It appears that the water company was doing some work on the line that ran under the sidewalks up in the heights. After the repair reptiles finished their job, they repaved the walkways with macadam and not concrete. As you can see by the picture to the left, it looks like crap! Instead of doing it right, they took the easy shortcut and threw down some blacktop. You lazy bastards! Do it right or don't do it at all. If I lived in that neighborhood I would be pissed!
The State Flower of Pennsylvania
PA Highways: I know I have gone ape on this before, but the highways in Pennsylvania suck. The R2G went on the road last weekend to visit the big ball park in the Bronx to take in a Yankee game. By the way, a big F.U. goes out to Yankee pitcher Freddy Garcia for pitching so bad that he had to be removed with one out in the 2nd inning. Anyway, on the return home the roads in New York and New Jersey were great. As soon as we passed through the toll at the Delaware Water Gap and into Pennsylvania the horror began. We were only 1/8th of a mile into the Keystone State when we hit what we thought was construction. To our dismay, the roadside was blooming with the state flower, the orange construction barrel but no actual work was anywhere to be seen. ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! Why does PennDot put all of this crap in place weeks before the work begins? I don't get it! They also plant this stuff miles before the actual work spot which snarls traffic as far as the eye can see. This drives me INSANE!
There you have it, just a few items sent over by our Gripers. I want to send out a thank you and a Keep On Griping.
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Hanging With Mr. Pissed Off
Be careful when driving out there. It's pot hole season and the holes are huge and many. I hit one on the Ave in Forty Fort last night that sent my testicles up into my throat. Speaking of flying testicles, under the railroad bridge on Noth St in Wilkes-Barre you will find a true life replication of the lunar surface. I was driving through there the other day and the car in front of me disappeared into a crater. I don't think it came back out. Beware drivers, pot hole season is here and that means I will be pissed off.
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Schmuck Of The Week Award
This weeks award goes to Michael Tufts of South Main St. in Wilkes-Barre. Tufts was acused of exposing himself and urinating in a childs clubhouse in Freeland. Freeland police alleged Tufts approached an 11-year-old girl and a 10-year-old boy playing with friends in a club house near Freeland Village on Aug. 13. Tufts exposed himself and urinated inside the club house, police said. The girl told police Tufts asked her if he could touch her and he asked her if she wanted to touch him, according to the criminal complaint. The girl called Tufts a “perv,” and in response Tufts called her an expletive and grabbed her, the complaint says. Police allege in the complaint Tufts shoved the boy and threatened to punch him in the face. When the alleged incident happened, Tufts was serving a two-year probation sentence on charges he inhaled vapors from a can of Easy Dust on Lafayette Court, Hazleton, on March 19, 2012, and concealing five heroin packets in his sock when he was stopped by state police at Hazleton near Juniper Street, Hazleton, on Jan. 12, 2012, court records say. Sicko!
WTF is this guy thinking? Nothing good can happen here.
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