LEON HARRISON -- Part Time Job or Data Entry Job or Work At Home

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 01:17:38 06/28/13 Fri
Author: SEX CRIMES
Subject: LEON HARRISON
In reply to: Leon Harrison 's message, "Samuel Joseph Wurzelbacher" on 05:40:58 05/13/12 Sun

[QUOTE who="Leon Harrison"]EKMBBC CAPT. L. HARRISON, G.C.M.
EKM BUCKEYE BUREAU
WEST CARROLLTON, OHIO
24 DEC. 2008, 17:44 HRS. WCOH TIME
TO: CARNEYS, ACWORTH, GA.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE TO THEE. DARK OUT NOW. JAZZ CDS SHUFFLE ON MY STEREO. WARMER AND WETTER OUTSIDE, TODAY, IN THE 40'S F. TODAY'S SIT REP AND SUCK-UP REPORT AS FOLLOWS: AFTER EKMBBC'S ARRIVAL AT MA COON MANOR, AND DAYTON DAILY SNOOZE AND USA TODAY RESEARCH, HE HAD TO CONVERSE WITH AND LISTEN TO THE QUEEN MAMA AND DEBRA SUE TOO. YESTERDAY, DEC. 23, WAS LAST SUV PRODUCTION DAY AT MORAINE, OHIO, WHEN THE VERY LAST WHITE TRUCK WENT DOWN THE ASSEMBLY LINE, ENDING 27 YEARS OF VEHICLE [S-10 PICKUP AND SUV] PRODUCTION AT THAT OLD FORMER PLANT #3 FRIGIDAIRE FACTORY; IN WHICH THE EKMBBC FIRST WORKED OVER 40 YEARS AGO, LIKE YA KNOW, HELPING TO ASSEMBLE DISHWASHERS, CLOTHES DRIERS, RANGES AND WALL OVENS. TODAY, WE ALL ONCE AGAIN GOT INTO MOM'S BYOOOOK LESAYBRO' LIMOUSINE, BIG BILL DRIVER DRIVING, DEBRA AND MOM SITTING IN BACK, LITTLE BUDDY IN FRONT, AND TOOK UNION ROAD SOUTH TO GET SOME GASOLINE AT THE W.C. BP STATION, THEREBY WASTING GASOLINE AND POLLUTING AND POISONING THE NATION WHILE HURTING MOTHER EARTH. AFTER FUELING UP, WE WENT TO THE MIAMISBURG PLAZA FOR FINE DINING AT THE STAGECOACH RESTAURANT, EATING OUR FILL AND LEAVING A GENEROUS TIP WHILE PAYING THE BILL.
THIS WAS FOLLOWED BY BROWSING AND BUYING INSIDE THE NEARBY FAMILY DOLLAR STORE, WHERE WE PICKED UP SOME SNACK AND EVEN MORE CHEAP CHINESE IMPORTS, OF COURSE. LIKE BEERMAN'S AND K-MART, THIS DOLLAR STORE IS MOM'S TERRITORY, SHE BEING A SMART PROFESSIONAL SHOPPER, LIKE MOST OF THOSE WOMEN FOLKS. I ALSO HOPE THAT I DO NOT EAT THIS WHOLE BOX OF CHEEZITS WHILE RELAXING AND LAYING BACK AND STARING AT MY TV SCREEN, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. WHO NEEDS DISNEY WORLD WHEN YOU GOT THE MIAMISBURG PLAZA TO HANG OUT AT? WE HAD A NICE LONG DRIVE UP AND DOWN UNION ROAD THROUGH THE COUNTRYSIDE. BEFORE OUR RETURN TO THE CLAYTON CASTLE, WE STOPPED AT THE UNITED DAIRY FARMERS STORE, WHEREIN LEON BOUGHT A COUPLE OF CONTAINERS OF ICE CREAM WITH MILK FOR MOM AND HER GUESTS. DEBRA SUE SUSPECTS THAT MOM WILL BE AWAKENING SHE AND BILL AT THE CRACK OF DAWN TO OPEN UP THEIR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS, AS IS USUALLY DONE BY HER FOR FUN, AND AS BEEN HER HABIT DURING THE PAST 90 YEARS OR SO, LIKE YA KNOW. DUKE LEON KIDDED THEM ABOUT HIM GETTING THERE ABOUT "NOONISH", WHICH IS NOT TOO SOONISH, AND NOT TO OPEN THEIR GIFTS UNTIL AFTER HE GETS THERE. THEY WOULD NOT DARE! NOT THAT HE'D ENJOY MAKING THEM WAIT FOR LEON THE GREAT. AH, THIS IS LIVING AND ALMOST AS MUCH FUN AS WHEN SISTER JANET ANN AND THE CARNEY CLAN VISITED WITH US THIS PAST THANKSGIVING; ALTHOUGH IT SEEMS TO ME THAT IS WAS CHEAPER FOR ME. OF COURSE, YOUR BBC HAS BEEN DOING HIS JOURNALISTIC DUTY BY TAKING DIGITAL IMAGES TO DOWNLOAD, SAVE, STORE AND SHARE; AND TO E-MAIL AND SNAIL MAIL VIA COMPACT DISKS. HE SHALL EVEN SPEND MORE WHEN HE ONCE AGAIN STARTS GETTING CREATIVE INSIDE THE KROGER STORE, WHEN HE LOADS THEM INTO ONE OF THOSE KODAK PICTURE-MAKER MACHINES AND STARTS CROPPING AND ADDING HIS CLEVER COMICAL CAPTIONS TO THEM. IS THIS RAVING? IS IT WORTH PRINTING AND SAVING? HEY, IT'S FREE FROM ME! A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR YOU FROM LEON, THE QUEEN MAMA, BILL DRIVER, AND LTC DEBRA SUE HARRISON. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL FROM US. AND HAPPY KWANZAA TOO, FROM ME AND MOM AND BILL AND DEBRA SUE! I ALSO HOPE THAT YOU GET ENOUGH STUFF. I SHOULD BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TOO GOOD, THROUGH NO CHOICE OF MY OWN, BEING RETIRED AND STAYING HOME ALONE, AND STAYING SOBER WHILE HANGING OUT INSIDE KROGER, STAYING OUT OF THE BARS AND MY LITTLE HHR CAR.
EKMBBC CAPT. L. HARRISON, G.C.M.
EKM BUCKEYE BUREAU
WEST CARROLLTON, OHIO
HAPPY KWANZAA!
http://www.anncoulter.org/
[/QUOTE]

EKMBBC Captain Leon Harrison, G.C.M.
EKM Buckeye Bureau
West Carrollton, Ohio
Tuesday, May 13, 2008, 7:22 p.m.

To: The Editor, East Kentucky Magazine

Subject: The Duke’s e-mail reply to LTC Debra M. Harrison, aka Subhuman Sister #2, aka
“Princess Debra”, aka “The Baby” [who currently exists in Trenton, New Jersey, with her Bill
[#2] and six or seven cats.

---- Debra Harrison wrote:
> Leon Sue
I know this is one day late, but I hope you had a good birthday [Monday, May 12]. In two more years you'll be 60!!! I sent something to you from SEARS. Let me know if you got it or not. I don't want to have to deal with Sears's Customer Service. The weather in NJ is great. I've got a terrible cold in my lungs, and I have a lot to do today. It's going to be a long day.
Deb Sue

Leon hereby replies:

Thank you, Debra Sue. It ain't exactly great being 48, except for being retired and no longer worrying about being fired...not that many of us were back when we used to have a real union like IUE Local 801. Old former Frigidaire/Engine-plant-veteran coworker Chuck Hamm and Jacqueline, a 12-year-old Vietnamese girl [who we picked up near her school building in Huber Heights], and I ate at the excellent locally-known Barnsider Restaurant, yesterday evening. Chuck insisted on paying! Okay, his live-in girlfriend, who acts like his spouse at HER Huber Heights house, went to visit her parents and kin in Vietnam, leaving Hamm to babysit with her daughter, Jacqueline. We get a kick out of trying to show her that we are still cool and not just a couple of old baby-boomer dinosaur fools, while trying to learn her stuff without lying. The prime rib is great and tasty. The fruity friendly waiter acted disgusted and would not order it crisp and well done for me; medium well was adequate enough to kill the bacteria, I guess. I hope that their turd-world immigrant kitchen help washed their hands.
I did not have to visit with Mama, today. She had called me, yesterday, to tell me that her birds had run out of feed and were starving, no doubt going to go to neighboring houses and better bird feeders. Anyway, I needed an excuse to once again delay using my WEED EATER on my fence line [whine, whine, whine]; since I have yet to fine a suitable young energetic friendly-female steak eater to do such boring domestic chores for me, cheaply or even FREE. That young BARNSIDER hostess made me look at stop when I seen those little flip-flops and skirt that didn't hurt her. And we got a waiter! I had brought in my camera and thought of letting her pose for an East Kentucky Magazine centerfold photo. Yes, the journalism job never stops!
Anyway, Mom and I went to Frisch's and let them do the dishes. This morning, my latest HHR car fill-up cost me $51.50! Damn! It ain't a SUV, a deuce-and-a-half, or a semi-truck! Next, we went to Kmart, where we both bought big bags of bird food, Mom getting to push them in a cart to get her exercise while browsing and buying through the aisles. Kmart has given up and quit selling music CDs! They are too expensive now and people are not buying them. I get my five-dollar classic epic Oscar-winning DVD movies there, at the Dinglewood one, just for fun. That 26-inch Chinese HUFFY bicycle, with an adult [bigger] seat, was discounted down from $140 to $99. I had been looking at it for awhile. I decided to buy it, with a carrier rack for the back of my HHR car, a tire pump, and a lock. Not hard with a SEARS card, thereby helping to stimulate and boost the Bush economy with the help of my mommy; although my poor old mammy hates to vote for Obammy. I sat upon my bicycle. There wasn't enough air pressure in that back 26" tire. The Kmart associate guy had to try and pump it up a little bit. That old 1959 HUFFY that I had, in Dayton and at the old farm, had been heavy, strong and built of real steal. This new one is cheaper in many ways, with an aluminum frame and gears to shift, making it lighter and easier to ride. I might be a little heavier than I used to be 40 or so years ago. Now, I regret not maintaining that old red-and-white bicycle and keeping it clean; which I quit doing as soon as I started driving cars at the age of 16. Thus, I let it lay and rust and rot away inside that big old barn at the old farm. I think that I might have taken my last bicycle ride [after I got out of the Army] in 1975, riding Debra's bike back to Brookville, Ohio. David Miller was driving by, saw me and stopped to chat on Wenger Road, I think.
There, at Kmart, Mom and I paid our way, and can now browse and walk around and through the Dinglewood Kmart aisles as much and as long as we want to! Who needs DISNEYWORLD? Well, except for the girls. Outside, I loaded up our stuff, including The Queen Mama, before attaching my new bike rack onto the back of my little HHR car, and then strapping and tying my new HUFFY onto it, too. We returned to Mom's spouseless house. I had to feed two of her yapping little hairy neighbor dogs for her and fill up her backyard bird feeder, thus feeding her livestock. In the kitchen, we sat at the table and scanned her scandal sheets. Upon said table, she is assembling another hundred-piece cute-animal jigsaw puzzle together. Sometimes, I help her by doing a few pieces. Now, she displays the Mother's Day flowers [and bear], sent by subhuman sisters and misters, with their cards. She knows her regular routine rerun TV schedule by heart, all of those favorite old shows, and doesn't even want to listen to and learn from Rush much! She doesn't have much choice, while riding inside my car, but doesn't seem to mind being deaf in one ear and hard of hearing out the other one, while still missing all of this educational, informative, enlightening and entertaining talk-radio fun.
Momma and I said our goodbyes until Thursday, me deliberately driving slower, between Clayton and West Carrollton on Union Road, not wanting to risk losing my new bicycle. No, so far, I do not intend to buy a streamlined helmet or tight cycling pants with shoes...unless the ladies pester me and suggest it. So, I returned to the WC BP and put more air in my bicycle tires, before driving to the bikeway beside the Great Miami River, where I parked my van and unloaded my bicycle. There, for the first time in about 33 years, I started riding a bicycle. It's true, you never forget! The more-healthy professional bicyclists, with their skinny light little "English racers", started approaching and passing me, exchanging polite biker greetings with me like we were biker brothers. Doing my journalistic duty, for you and for East Kentucky Magazine, I had to pose for digital images and take a few others for you, to record this momentous historic event for posterity and humanity, if not for Boorts, Rush, Savage and Hannity.
Since 1981, I have occasionally walked around the old downtown and bikeway for fun, including a section that runs along an old two-lane blacktopped country road that was blocked off at the southern edge of town. It has been restricted for the use of local residents and bicyclists. For years, I have paused during my walks to look at and wonder about an old stone foundation that was held together by mortar and overgrown by weeds, bushes and trees. Today, Carl Eby told me that these mysterious ruins are the remains of the long-gone Eby tobacco warehouse. Throughout my years here, I have stopped and looked, to imagine and think about whom and what had been there way back when. Today, Mr. Eby ruined the mystery by telling me about these old stone ruins by telling me that they had once been part of his late long-gone grandpa's tobacco barn. To him and most of those elderly local folks, I am and always will be a newcomer suburbanite stranger and an outsider settler, having only been in West Carrollton, Ohio, since 1981, my ranch house having been built back in 1956. Carl had been driving by, sitting upon his small lawn tractor and towing a small trailer. He paused to talk and tell me about his old local family and the good old days. Like me, he was also an old Cold Warrior who had likewise faced the Evil Empire on the Eastern Front...in West Germany, about 42 or so years ago. We'd both missed and soldiering and shooting in the Vietnamese Civil War that had not been as much fun, though they got to shoot more guns over there.
Oh, I started to notice the difference between inclines and the slightest slopes, and which way the wind was blowing, feeling refreshed and relieved with it at my back, much like when I was flying...with an engine. I took a short little ride and did not get carried away. Once again, I loaded up my new HUFFY and drove back to the WC BP, to add just a little more air pressure to the tires, the rear one [under my butt] having been a little flatter. Back at my spouseless house, I unloaded my new bicycle again and hung the rack upon the garage wall, ya'll. For the first time, I rode a bicycle around a few nearby streets of my neighborhood. Hey, did you know that Skyview Drive [behind me] is an inclined street that slopes up? I started to notice the slopes and the wind again. Well, even a breeze catches and holds back a broader belt-level sail-like surface that has to be peddled into it by late-middle-aged-people power. Here at the Buckeye Bureau, I have been middle aged for the past three decades or so, like ya know.
Now, I watch the "Jack Benny Show" (on PBS TV), that was produced over 45 or so years ago, in black and white! I wonder if we watched it. I try to recall and remember it. That was when we young'uns could handle viewing and listening to three TV networks and a half-dozen channels; and fight like cats and dogs and brothers and sisters over what I wanted to watch. I also taped and have been re-watching this good ten-part "CARRIER" TV series that is being rebroadcast, like Ken Burns's classic epic historic PBS series, "THE WAR". Sometimes, PBS surprises me, although I always suspect and listen and look for a hidden ‘Nam-nostalgic flower-child activist agenda.
Speaking of ancient history that is a mystery, Sister Janet Ann of the Carney Clan will turn 57 at her Brookstone Country Club Community Heaven, on Monday, May 19. She's got enough but I sent her some more thoughtful [cheap and Goodwill] stuff, since it's the thought that counts instead of the amount. It is indeed hard to believe that she is now almost a decade older than me! History is written by the victors...and by those folks who either write for East Kentucky Magazine, or know the best enlightened editor and professional publisher whom have ever been known, either up or down home. It’s tough but I must write some relevant Kentucky stuff! I do not want to get into a predictable rut or a repetitive reenacting routine, not that any or many of these annual activities or events are similar or even the same. This weekend, is the annual Heritage Village Civil War battle reenactment, held inside Sharon Woods Park at Sharonville, Ohio, on Saturday and Sunday. I do need some drill, having missed it at Grove City, which was a pity. I may or may not go, depending on my mood and the weather, if it threatens or even hints at making Union-blue wool either too warm or too wet. That could and would force me to skip this event with regrets. Ah, the privilege of being a part-time temporary seasonal fickle temperate-weather professional walk-on spring and summer soldier!
Once again, unlike many of my harder-core fellow and female reenactor friends, I might once again encamp at the Sharon Villa Motel, which is located next to the adjacent park on Reading Road. The Indian owners and operators keep it cheap but clean, if you know what I mean. Last year, I got some glances from some soccer players, who were running back and forth across the soccer field on the other side of the split-rail fence nearby; whereupon, I cleaned my Springfield rifle after the Saturday-afternoon battle, running my ramrod up and down that long dirty barrel that had been fired and fouled by burnt black powder. I might have been quite a sight, as I have been similarly seen cleaning by fun guns behind other motels in Kentucky, without being pestered by nervous police people or guests. A couple of local bars are within jogging distance, in old downtown Sharonville. We shall see this Saturday morning. Reenacting with the big girls and guys is likewise good exercise, marching and running and shooting with guns, taking "hits" and falling on your ass and back on the grass when it gets too warm or you get too tired...as my old friend Chuck Hamm did at Leatherwood, three or so years ago: "Here, take my rifle. I’m dead."
Debra Sue, don't laugh but I've been saving this one as a rough draft; having learned the hard way about how not to accidentally lose literature that immediately has you screaming about the loss of history to humanity...much like losing Boorts, Rush, Savage or Hannity with your sanity. I also thank you for inspiring me to write, tonight; I had to have something to send with today’s timely pictures and digital images. I may even send them to a few of these local-yokel village-idiot hag rags that make me gag; I have not been their fan since I have been either ignored, insulted or banned by their editors that could and should be much brighter and better; despite my stuff has been good enough, at least when compared to what I see them printing. Unlike me, none of their regular or guest contributors have been good enough to get their stuff printed in East Kentucky Magazine, if you know what I mean. Coincidentally, the local PBS TV station is once again broadcasting this Erma Bombeck documentary, narrated by Phil Donahue, a former nationally-known TV talk-show host, who also got his start in Dayton, Ohio. Mrs. Bombeck was a well know humor writer, clean cute folksy stories based on her family life with her being a normal wife. To be honest, as always, I was not one of her many fans; her style and subjects still making me smile for a little while...despite the lack of sex, violence and adventure. Yes, Debra, I have obviously decided to copy and paste your e-mail reply onto a blank WORD 2003 [Windows XP] page or four for editing, revising and rewriting. Oh, the predictable pain of being pestered by professionalism. My public expects me to be in touch and expects so much; the regularly-published literary fruits of my toil has them all spoiled. I am sure that you and Janet Ann and her Carney clan can likewise empathize and sympathize with me and Paul D., like ya see.
So, it is time to close and say goodbye to Bill #2 and you, Debra Sue, with my respectful regards and best wishes to you and your cats who are probably also Hillary Clinton Democrats. In any case, I don’t feel like shouting or pouting. This coming November the fourth, I may just sit this one out and not vote, like millions of other disgusted disillusioned disinterested U.S. citizen folks. Oh, such fun at 11:01 p.m.: having to choose between viewing, listening to and learning something from local TV news…and changing the channel to do likewise with the Jerry Springer Show. THESE are the atypical southern people whom too many of us hear and see brazenly behaving badly and bizarrely on our TV screens. It is such a pity that some people would do such silly stupid stuff for fleeting fame and publicity…unlike me.

Brother, Leon
EKM Buckeye Bureau Chief

EKM Buckeye Bureau
West Carrollton, Ohio

Read more: http://hazweb.proboards.com/thread/18997/capt-harrison-reply-ltc#ixzz2XUrvXkex

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Harrison Criminal Clan -- Leon Harrison, 05:30:55 06/30/13 Sun

Elizabeth Allen -- Janet Harrison Carney, 05:36:51 06/30/13 Sun