Don’t let the auto industry pull the B.S. wool over your eyes…
Here the truth about car buying.
PRE-OWNED:
All cars are pre-owned. A shinny new car in the show room of the dealership with zero miles is Pre-owned. It was once owned by the manufacturer, now it’s owned by the dealer. This vehicle is PRE-OWNED!!!
It is not however. Used! Do let the Bull fool you.
THE AD SAYS “ONLY THREE LEFT”
This is the biggest bull ever. No, no, no. There are more than three left. The company that makes these cars has a plant that puts out thousands of these cars every year. If you get to the dealer and they tell you. “Oh sorry we sold those yesterday” Then tell them ok, I’ll just leave and go to another dealer, I’m sure they will have a bigger supply of what I’m looking for. I guarantee you; the salesmen will suddenly remember they have several more to choose from in the back.
“ZERO INTEREST AND YOU WILL PAY $159 DOLLARS A MONTH”
Car dealers don’t set rates, the banks do. After the paperwork is done you may find that the interest rate is higher and the monthly payment is higher than the ad said.
THOSE SO CALLED “FAX” REPORTS
Fax reports are not completely reliable. If you take your car to reputable service station that reports maintenance to a “fax” company then it will appear on the report. If you take your car to CHICHO’s or Billy Bob’s AUTO REPAIR in your neighborhood to have service done, chances are this will not appear on the report . Don’t trust them. If you spot a used car you want to buy, write down the VIN number and go to the state DMV website find out who owned it before call them or send them a letter ask about the car.
DESTINATION OR DELIVERY CHARGE:
Tell the dealer “its ok, you are willing to go to the factory and pickup the car yourself” Chances are the dealer will instantly remove this charge from the price of the car.
DEALER PREP.
This is a 3 or 4 hundred dollar fee tacked on to the final price of the car.
The explanation.
Some worker at the factory forgot or was too damn lazy to tighten all the nuts and bolts, then the mechanic at the dealer has to tighten those bolts. Tell the dealer to remove this crap from the price of the car. The car should have been perfect when it left the factory.
My personal favorite:
THE CAR DEALER LOGO ON THE BACK FOR THE CAR:
Tell the salesman unless the dealer is going to send you a check every month for advertising their dealership; have it removed before you drive the car away.
There are many more. The rest I leave to your good judgment.
Happy motoring…
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
EMERGENCY ACTION NEEDED.....
As a public service to my fellow man, I need to get serious here for a moment.
My friends, people in our country are suffering a serious physical condition so perplexing that the medical community don’t think about a cure, they are busy just trying to find an effective treatment for it.
This severe condition has infected millions in our nation and yet, there are no movie stars lobbying for money to find a cure. No one beating the drum calling for everyone to contact their congressmen, senators and demanding action is taken to stem its spread.
In our everyday life we come across people who have this condition, but sadly no one wants to be associated with those who have it.
We must act now before we are all doomed to the consequences of this condition.
People who have this condition are everywhere; on the expressway, at work, at the grocery store, at the dry cleaner, the movie theater and even in our own homes. We can’t go to the mailbox to retrieve the mail without running into someone who suffers from it.
The affliction I speak of is known in the medical community as,
ANAL CRANIAL INVERSION SYNDROME (A.C.I.S.)
or to put it laymen’s terms …..
LIVING WITH YOUR HEAD UP YOUR ASS
This condition causes people to act like total morons, jerks, and idiots. UN caring SOB’s
A.C.I.S can be deadly, not to those who suffer from it, but those who are around the stricken. Merely associating with people who have A.C.I.S. can cause such anger and stress that we risk falling down dead on the spot.
I urge you to get involved before it’s too late, too late to save our world from this ever present menace.
To assist you in identifying those who have A.C.I.S. and maybe get you to take action before its too late here are some, not all by any means, common ways to identify people who have A.C.I.S.
AT THE GROCERY STORE: Someone who….
* Parks their cart blocking the entire isle and doesn’t care there are 20 people waiting to go by.
* Goes through the 10 items or less lane with 38 items.
* Cuts in line at the deli as though he or she is the only one there.
ON THE HIGHWAY: Someone who
*Drives at a high rate of speed weaving around cars.
*Drives 30 miles under the speed limit, in the middle lane!
*At the toll booth, waits to the last second to figure out they are at a toll both and spends what seems to be three hours trying to find the fifty cents to pay the toll.
*Uses one hand to hold a cell phone, the other hand to hold a cup of Starbucks coffee and the other hand to hold a lit cigarette. (Yes, they do seem to have more than two hands)
Let’s put a stop to A.C.I.S. , its spreading like wildfire.
My friends, people in our country are suffering a serious physical condition so perplexing that the medical community don’t think about a cure, they are busy just trying to find an effective treatment for it.
This severe condition has infected millions in our nation and yet, there are no movie stars lobbying for money to find a cure. No one beating the drum calling for everyone to contact their congressmen, senators and demanding action is taken to stem its spread.
In our everyday life we come across people who have this condition, but sadly no one wants to be associated with those who have it.
We must act now before we are all doomed to the consequences of this condition.
People who have this condition are everywhere; on the expressway, at work, at the grocery store, at the dry cleaner, the movie theater and even in our own homes. We can’t go to the mailbox to retrieve the mail without running into someone who suffers from it.
The affliction I speak of is known in the medical community as,
ANAL CRANIAL INVERSION SYNDROME (A.C.I.S.)
or to put it laymen’s terms …..
LIVING WITH YOUR HEAD UP YOUR ASS
This condition causes people to act like total morons, jerks, and idiots. UN caring SOB’s
A.C.I.S can be deadly, not to those who suffer from it, but those who are around the stricken. Merely associating with people who have A.C.I.S. can cause such anger and stress that we risk falling down dead on the spot.
I urge you to get involved before it’s too late, too late to save our world from this ever present menace.
To assist you in identifying those who have A.C.I.S. and maybe get you to take action before its too late here are some, not all by any means, common ways to identify people who have A.C.I.S.
AT THE GROCERY STORE: Someone who….
* Parks their cart blocking the entire isle and doesn’t care there are 20 people waiting to go by.
* Goes through the 10 items or less lane with 38 items.
* Cuts in line at the deli as though he or she is the only one there.
ON THE HIGHWAY: Someone who
*Drives at a high rate of speed weaving around cars.
*Drives 30 miles under the speed limit, in the middle lane!
*At the toll booth, waits to the last second to figure out they are at a toll both and spends what seems to be three hours trying to find the fifty cents to pay the toll.
*Uses one hand to hold a cell phone, the other hand to hold a cup of Starbucks coffee and the other hand to hold a lit cigarette. (Yes, they do seem to have more than two hands)
Let’s put a stop to A.C.I.S. , its spreading like wildfire.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
My plan for the future...
I’ve been thinking and I’ve come up with a plan in case things get too tough.
I will put on some old clothes, build a homemade inner tube raft then….
Paddle out onto the ocean about half mile, wait untill the coast guard spots me then quickly head towards shore, run up on the sand and yell
FIDEL ES MALO, FIDEL ES MALO.
Then, start all over again.
Wet Foot, Dry Foot. It’s a great law.
I will put on some old clothes, build a homemade inner tube raft then….
Paddle out onto the ocean about half mile, wait untill the coast guard spots me then quickly head towards shore, run up on the sand and yell
FIDEL ES MALO, FIDEL ES MALO.
Then, start all over again.
Wet Foot, Dry Foot. It’s a great law.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Crime and the definition of “good”
It seems that these days the definition of “good boy” or “good girl” has changed.
In the old days when a parent said my child is a good boy or girl that meant their child; stayed home, did their homework, went to bed early, and were respectful of others.
Today, when police arrest someone who has just committed a horrific crime, the parent of this person is quick to say “My child is a good person”
Does good now mean; they have less than five felony convictions and less than 10 misdemeanor arrests?
Look if the child doesn’t work, doesn’t go to school, spends their time on a street corner with gang members and drug dealers plotting their next crime..They are not good!!!!! They are scum bags and should be sent to prison FOEREVER!!!
My friends,
We in this country need to stop hugging and kissing our criminals, we need to stop blaming society and guns and lack of jobs for all the crimes that are being committed against society.
Stop telling us there is a lack of jobs and this is the reason they are criminals. Let’s be real, these animals are not going to give up making several hundred dollars a day selling drugs to go work at a fast food restaurant for minimum wage. These drains on humanity are not going to turn in their guns for a 10 dollar voucher to Wal-Mart.
When these pieces of dog crap (my apologies to dog crap, at least it serves a purpose) come before Judges those judges need to identify those who have long criminal records or are career criminals and send they away for life with no possibility of parole NOW!.
Enough is enough!
In the old days when a parent said my child is a good boy or girl that meant their child; stayed home, did their homework, went to bed early, and were respectful of others.
Today, when police arrest someone who has just committed a horrific crime, the parent of this person is quick to say “My child is a good person”
Does good now mean; they have less than five felony convictions and less than 10 misdemeanor arrests?
Look if the child doesn’t work, doesn’t go to school, spends their time on a street corner with gang members and drug dealers plotting their next crime..They are not good!!!!! They are scum bags and should be sent to prison FOEREVER!!!
My friends,
We in this country need to stop hugging and kissing our criminals, we need to stop blaming society and guns and lack of jobs for all the crimes that are being committed against society.
Stop telling us there is a lack of jobs and this is the reason they are criminals. Let’s be real, these animals are not going to give up making several hundred dollars a day selling drugs to go work at a fast food restaurant for minimum wage. These drains on humanity are not going to turn in their guns for a 10 dollar voucher to Wal-Mart.
When these pieces of dog crap (my apologies to dog crap, at least it serves a purpose) come before Judges those judges need to identify those who have long criminal records or are career criminals and send they away for life with no possibility of parole NOW!.
Enough is enough!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Recent Gun ruling by SCOTUS:
If you don't know what SCOTUS means, look it up.
I live by a simple philosophy.......
“I will gladly give up my right to own and carry a gun the day every police officer in this country is comfortable doing their job without one.”
My friends, all the laws already on the books or any laws we pass in the future won’t stop a thug from getting a gun and going out and committing a horrific crime. Yes, when guns are outlawed, only outlaws will own guns.
Enough said on this!
I live by a simple philosophy.......
“I will gladly give up my right to own and carry a gun the day every police officer in this country is comfortable doing their job without one.”
My friends, all the laws already on the books or any laws we pass in the future won’t stop a thug from getting a gun and going out and committing a horrific crime. Yes, when guns are outlawed, only outlaws will own guns.
Enough said on this!
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The dumbing down of America
As most of you know, I work in television. Whenever a new show comes on the air I give it its due. I’ll watch at least one episode and judge for myself if it’s something I want to watch week in and week out. Well recently I decided to give a show its due. A show that’s been on the air for several seasons however I just never found myself watching it. I thought, “well, it’s about time I see what all the hoopla is all about” Boy was I sorry I did. Allow me to tell my tale.
That night after getting home from work, I waited until ten pm and turned my HD TV on. There it was ….The Bachelor.
Minutes ticked by as I watched this thing, my eyes glued to all 50 inches of screen space before me. A strange feeling came over me; I was not exactly sure what it was but I kept watching. The feeling was something like that point when you are having a daydream and suddenly you come back to the real world and a ………….. “whaaaa, where am I “ sensation comes over you .
The following day, after getting up, showering, dressing and grabbing my briefcase, I started for the door just then I couldn't’t remember where I left my car keys. I walked all over my house and looked everywhere. Then suddenly, I found them, it seems I had grabbed them earlier and they were being grasped firmly in my right hand. As I drove to work with the radio on, songs came on that I knew had heard before but I found myself not being to remember the lyrics. Then I realized that I had missed my exit from I-95, by two exits. I looped around and made it to the station. As I stood at the main door to the building I couldn't’t remember what to do to get in. “oh yeah I need my card to get in” Well the rest of the morning went pretty much the same. Simple tasks I’ve performed everyday for years, I couldn't’t remember how to do. To make a long story short, by the end of the day I realized what had happened to me. By watching this mindless show the night before, my brain cells had deteriorated to the point where I lost most of my 145 I.Q. I was scared, “Oh my god, what if never regain my intelligence?” When I got that night I came up with a plan to restore some if not all of my I.Q. I recorded Jeopardy, then watched it over and over again for several hours. I did this every night for a month. Now I’m happy to report that I’m somewhat back to my normal self. I am so sorry I let myself watch the most stupid, idiotic, mind destroying show on the entire television universe.
I now completely understand what an intern once told me. He had watched a similar show the night before and called it “The dumbing down of America”
He was soooooo right……
That night after getting home from work, I waited until ten pm and turned my HD TV on. There it was ….The Bachelor.
Minutes ticked by as I watched this thing, my eyes glued to all 50 inches of screen space before me. A strange feeling came over me; I was not exactly sure what it was but I kept watching. The feeling was something like that point when you are having a daydream and suddenly you come back to the real world and a ………….. “whaaaa, where am I “ sensation comes over you .
The following day, after getting up, showering, dressing and grabbing my briefcase, I started for the door just then I couldn't’t remember where I left my car keys. I walked all over my house and looked everywhere. Then suddenly, I found them, it seems I had grabbed them earlier and they were being grasped firmly in my right hand. As I drove to work with the radio on, songs came on that I knew had heard before but I found myself not being to remember the lyrics. Then I realized that I had missed my exit from I-95, by two exits. I looped around and made it to the station. As I stood at the main door to the building I couldn't’t remember what to do to get in. “oh yeah I need my card to get in” Well the rest of the morning went pretty much the same. Simple tasks I’ve performed everyday for years, I couldn't’t remember how to do. To make a long story short, by the end of the day I realized what had happened to me. By watching this mindless show the night before, my brain cells had deteriorated to the point where I lost most of my 145 I.Q. I was scared, “Oh my god, what if never regain my intelligence?” When I got that night I came up with a plan to restore some if not all of my I.Q. I recorded Jeopardy, then watched it over and over again for several hours. I did this every night for a month. Now I’m happy to report that I’m somewhat back to my normal self. I am so sorry I let myself watch the most stupid, idiotic, mind destroying show on the entire television universe.
I now completely understand what an intern once told me. He had watched a similar show the night before and called it “The dumbing down of America”
He was soooooo right……
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