Well, we're at somewhat of an impasse here with the government shutdown

and I am disgusted.

This shutdown has nothing to do with the good of the American people and everything to do with a power struggle and hate for the president.

The Democrats under Obama wanted to build a border wall. They were making quite an issue of he illegal immigration situation while Obama was in office.

Now that Trump wants to implement one of the very few things Obama tried to do right they are all up in arms trying to stop him.

I have never seen such hate before in my life. It's a total disgrace.

The truth is that the only people that really want the wall built are the American people. They don't want illegal voters or replacement workers. They also don't want to pay for people that don't even have the decency to enter legally. We pay billions and billions to support people that are simply nothing more or less than criminals and ought to be either deported, jailed or both.

Congress is too damned busy fighting over monumental egos and agenda policies that that they have not bothered to remember they are there to serve the American people.

An inordinate number of our congress people should be stuffed into a bus, taken to the nearest tar pit, dunked, feathered and run out of Washington DC  on a rail.

Frankly I hope Trump sticks to his guns and holds out for his wall money. I'm sick and tired of Congress blocking Trump simply for political reasons and hate. the hypocrisy is overwhelming. They are blocking him from doing something they wanted to do under the Obama administration. 

In a nutshell, both parties outright suck.

One party wants to control woman's bodies and the other party wants to take away the Second Amendment. 

Incidentally the RINOs are worse than the Socialists. At least the Socialists have enough character to be pretty much up front about it.


Incidentally I have some skin in this shut down. It could wind up costing me a lot of money. I'm not going to get into it here but it is. 





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My wife and I have both decided to cut the cable off the TV

and maybe get a slightly faster ISP. we're also dropping the land line which is nothing more than a spam depository.

The last straw was the other night when I went though over 100 channels and the only thing worth watching was a 1958 rerun of Gunsmoke.

I can get a bunch of broadcast channels here for free, Amazon Prime, and Youtube I can get pretty decent entertainment and save well over a grand a year.

I found 16+ free channels in the area I can get with an under $100 antenna in the attic.

Cable is a disgrace. It could be so much but they cheaped out. Even the History channel went down the crapper a while ago.

When I went to Homeless Depot to ask about antennas the guy there told me that for the past 4 months he's sold a LOT of antennas. Apparently I can't wear a mask because I ain't the Lone Ranger.

We just got wind that a rate increase is in the offing and that even makes it worse. I am coughing up pushing  two grand a year for practically nothing but retarded entertainment.

Even the History Channel has gone down the sewer. 

For well over fifty years I have been disgusted with TV anyway. It had so much potential but turned itself into a vast mind numbing wasteland of sitcoms and other stupid bull$hit.

The opportunity to uplift and educate the masses has been ignored and even so-called educational TV has turned into little more than a leftist mouthpiece. Much of what they broadcast has a slant to it no matter what they try and tell you.

For another thing, cable started as an escape from the incessant drivel of constant advertising of products. Much of it was ad free years ago.

It didn't take them long to start plugging for laundry detergent, toys and woman's personal hygiene products. It was a short time before they became as bad as broadcast TV.

Still, the last straw was when I cruised through about 100 channels and had to settle for a lousy Gunsmoke rerun I realized it was time to cut the cable.

Adios!

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People who think everrything is magic.

It's 0300 and you get up to pee and flick a switch and presto! Light appears so you don't have to stub your toe on something.

It's magic!

Your car runs rough so you take it to someplace. The car gets wheeled into a garage and you come back a few hours later and it runs like a new car.

It's magic!


Of course nobody thinks for a second that the reason the lights go on at 0300 is because some engineers that run the power grids are up all night monitoring things to make sure things are running smooth so you can pee at 0300 without stubbing your toe.

Some magic. It's called work.





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Every now and then you wonder about someone from your past.

Back in about '79 the waitress in the joint I'd eat lunch at came in looking rough. I found out she was in a very abusive relationship. I offered to help her escape and we went to her place, grabbed some of her stuff and off we went.

We pawned some of it and I parked her with and old girlfriend for a couple of days and then grabbed my partner.

We picked her up and drove her from the Seattle area to Kodiak and got her a job in one of the canneries and got her a room in the cannery bunkhouse.

She thrived.

A while later she met a halfway decent guy, they married and had a couple of kids together and they moved to his old home in one of the native villages where I suppose they are to this day.

She used to call me her knight in shining armor. Shining armor my ass! I was wearing a pair of stinking, ratty Levis, a threadbare khaki shirt and my grubby Navy leather flight jacket.

I have not thought about her in years and I wonder how she made out.

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CNN started pissing and moaning because

it looked like Trump wasn't going to visit the troops on Christmas.

Then they started pissing and moaning when he fooled them and went unannounced.

Then they started bellyaching when the troops asked the President to autograph their ball caps.

Actually they got played. 

Trump sat in the White House and said he was all alone which he in fact was. CNN started bellyaching he wasn't with the troops.

Then he hopped into Air Force One, flew overseas, conducted some business and visited the troops. In doing so he put egg on the face of CNN.

Having nothing on him they started griping that the troops were having him autograph ball caps, claiming it was in violation of the rules against troops getting involved in political campaigning.

No rules violated. Trump is POTUS. The is the CinC of the military. He isn't actively campaigning. No rules violated.

CNN should smarten up but they don't.

And Trump plays them like a virtuoso.

If you pay attention it's hilarious to watch.




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The problem with fish is

that it's not very filling, especially when it has been baked.




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SOmeone once asked me about

life on the road and generally adventuring back in the day.

I mentioned that often times the first thing one would do when they came around or woke up is check their wallet.

Someone asked me what was so important that one had to check his wallet so often.

Back then it was strictly a cash society.Credit cards were in their infancy and harder to get than they are now. ATMs were a decade or two away and electronic banking had not even been invented.

If you didn't have green cash in your pocket you were up the creek without a paddle.





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One of the thiings I hate the most is waiting.

I remember several nights before the events well to this day.

I was keyed up the night before I left for basic training but my wife understood and kept me occupied which was made it easy. I slept well that night.

A few years later we were split up and I was headed to Alaska. The night before I left my mind was running a mile a minute. It finally got so bad I knocked back a half-pint of scotch in a single untasting gulp and went into a somewhat fitful sleep. 

I woke up with my stomach in a knot, worried about the future. I breakfasted, eating what I could with a knotted stomach, rolled up my sleeping bag, tied it to my pack, hefted it and left.

I walked down to Colorado Ave, stuck out my thumb and after a few minutes someone stopped, picked me up and took me to I-25. 

The instant I got into the car I felt fine. I wasn't waiting anymore. I was actually doing something.

It's a shame really because one needs a good night's sleep before they start out on an adventure. I did get a good night's sleep the first night out. I will give no details save to say an interesting woman picked me up north of Denver.

As I aged I got over this to some extent but it hasn't gone away completely. I still hate waiting.




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An open letter to federal government employees

regarding Government shut down.

If you have been in governmental service a while you have seen it before. The government shut down and you paychecks stopped.

Back when I was in the service one of my NCOs, a man of very limited formal education and immense native wisdom told me that as a soldier I was working for an employer that didn't have a dime to its name. He explained to me that they got their money from taking it from the American people in the form of taxes. Congress has to vote to raise the money to keep things rolling.

Every few years government employees would experience a hiccup in the system and the paychecks stopped for a couple of days and resumed. 

It's getting worse and more often because just about everything in government is both politicized and weaponized. It's going to get worse in the future because of that reason. The country is getting more and more polarized.

We're probably on the cold side of what is likely to turn into a civil war in the future. If you have studied any amount of history you can see that what's happening in DC is there is a power grab going on that's gotten worse over the years. I won't get into this.

I know if I were a government employee I would be keeping my eyes peeled for a place to land if I had to jump out of a federal/state job. I probably wouldn't make a move now but I would sure be looking and keeping my eyes open.

I would also cut spending back a bit so as to have a halfway decent cash reserve to last at the very least a couple months.

As of this writing the longest government shut down was 21 days back in 1995-96. I do believe we will experience a longer shutdown in the future, and they will likely happen more often.

All I can say is that if you are working for Uncle Sam now you should be prepared for things like this to happen.

I am not being crass. Having a paycheck stop is serious business and leaves a person in a fearful and frightening place.

I'm not being a bastard. I'm just trying to supply reasons and give things a perspective.








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I am leaving this one open for now

to see what comes of it.

I just saw where the so-called bump stock ban is taking place and from what little I have read it sounds like shaky ground to me from a Constitutional standpoint.

I see no compensation being given to those that turn in what is simply private property. The government is simply telling owners to cough up something and the truth is that without compensation it is nothing more or less than tyranny.

A government powerful enough to do that is powerful enough to simply take people's 401Ks, homes or anything else. That's just plain wrong.

The ban itself is a separate issue. I'm not going to get into it here.

If the government wants to take private property they are supposed to pay due compensation. I suppose that would be something like MSRP, the retail price of about what was paid for it unless it had been modified. If it had been modified it would likely mean more. 

Let's look at, say a car. A stock vehicle would probably warrant the government paying the owner MSRP unless it was modified.

If the owner were to put another $5000 in it for use as a specific purpose then Uncle would likely be liable to pay MSRP plus the $5000 that was put into it.

Many match grade rifles start their life as a simple off the shelf piece and are modified with expensive barrels, stocks, triggers and so on. A $6 or 700 dollar rifle can easily wind up costing a shooter over $4000 when it's all over and done with. Giving him a mere $650 is simply wrong. 

While a bump stock is a somewhat inexpensive piece of plastic, under $200,  the principle holds true. If government can get away with that then what's next?

It's either a case where the ruling gets repealed or the government stands up to the plate and pays these people the proper compensation.

Pay up or shut up.



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No one is coming to save you.

Get this in your head.

It has been reaffirmed in the courts several times that the police have no responsibility to come and save you.

If you are victim of a home invasion and call the police they don't have to come and if you survive there isn't a damned thing you can do about it.

Get this in your head.

You're on your own.


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Pass this one on. President Trump needs a little help.

Seems President Trump needs a little help here getting the wall built.

Here's how you can help.

1. Donate here  https://www.gofundme.com/thetrumpwall 

2. Make this go viral. You don't have to make the Hash go viral, just the Gofundme.

This is the kind of stuff that scares the holy hell out of politicians.


As I post this it is at over 3.8 million and growing.

We have money. We'll build the damned war ourselves.



Edited to add when they ask you your name you can fill in anyone you choose. I saw a donation from Chuck Schumer. :D






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Thank a teacher? For what? The woman in THAT picture? 

HAH! You should live so long!

This picture is the most pathetic thing in the world. 

There's the little schoolteacher holding her empty hands back in an effort to shield her students from violence.

She's getting ready to die and then let her charges get their lives taken. She's going down and so are her students.  She's not doing a damned thing about it. The picture looks pretty pathetic to me. It's a picture of total incompetence and of a person that has had their life of denial catch up with her. She's just gotten a reality check for the first (and probably last) time in her life 

It's sad, really.

That's the kind of person we do not want to leave our children with.

Now let's try for a 'Scenes we'd like to see' minute.

We see a different scene altogether. 

We see that same teacher, let's call her Miss Smith, holding a smoking 1911 pointed at the inert assailant on his back and she's just shouted "Clean up in room, 123!"

The janitor shuffles in rolling a mop in a mop bucket and looks at the former assailant sprawled out on the floor.

"Good shooting, Miss Smith. Two in the ten-ring and one in the center of the forehead!"

Now THAT is the kind of person that ought to be teaching school.



Please note that most mass shootings occur in gun free zones.









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If the Secret Service sees this post,

please pass onto the President that this is the second year running that I have heard dozens and dozens of 'Merry Christmases' and only a couple of 'Season's Greetings'.

Thank you, Mr. President.




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I just remembered something from my deep dark past.

I have posted before that when I got out of high school I had a summer non girlfriend girlfriend to get my mom off of my ass and stop asking me when I was going to find a nice Catholic girl and give her grandkids.

Roxy became my non girlfriend and she played the role well. She would call when I was at work and mention things like CYO dances and going to mass. My mother loved her.

Of course, she was actually a gay Methodist and we were covering for each other. Gays were treated poorly back then and by having me as her boyfriend her sexuality was stayed secret.

We were 'caught' leaving a lover's lane a couple of times which cemented things even though nothing between us had happened. It served a purpose. Everyone thought she had a boyfriend the next town over.

One day Jimmy Cox came up to me and quietly told me that his squeeze, Judy, had told him that Roxy had told her that her period was late. I about liked to $hit myself and ten minutes later I was on the horn to Roxy. She told me that she had told Judy that just to get tongues wagging.

She sure did that! I got the news inside of a couple of hours from two different sources!

Anyway, I spent the next few days hanging out with her being kind and supportive and sweet to her and holding her to the point where she whispered to me I deserved an Academy Award.

The other young women thought I was so kind and supportive to her in her time of need. I would imagine their boyfriends probably wanted to beat me senseless.

A couple days later she told Judy she was only late and that everything was OK.

When it was over and done with I quietly told Roxy never to do anything like that again unless she ran it by me or at least warned me.

"Why?" she asked, innocently.

"Because I almost joined the French Foreign Legion because of you!" I snapped.











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Have any of you people that are still Democrats stopped and thought for a minute?

I'm not asking you to get in the Trump Train at all.

What I AM doing is asking you to look at what the Democratic party has become and where they are headed.

Take a look at what is happening in Venezuela and then look at where an awful lot of the Democrats want the nation to head and then decide if you want it to really head that way.

I am NOT suggesting you become Republicans. I'm not a Republican and never have been one.

#Walkaway from the Democratic party and stop and think for yourself. You don't have to become a Republican to do this or even a third party person. You can stay an independent voter and then pick and choose.

Simply take the time to look around and see which candidate REALLY fits you. Before you do please take a long, hard look at what has happened to Venezuela. It can and will happen here if we turn socialist. Voting for socialism is cutting your own throat. Look and think carefully. Do you want this?

Learn to count, do the math and see if you really believe in the Democratic party. 

It's NOT the party of JFK and the New Frontier anymore. 



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Got this in an email. Par golf.

8:00 - I made a snowman.

8:10 - A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn't make a snow woman.

8:15 - So, I made a snow woman.

8:17 - My feminist neighbor complained about the snow woman's voluptuous chest saying it objectified snow women everywhere.

8:20 - The gay couple living nearby moaned that it could have been two snow men instead.

8:22 - The transgender man.woman...person asked why I didn't just make one snow person with detachable parts.

8:25 - The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and not to decorate snow figures with.

8:28 - I am being called a racist because the snow couple is white.

8:31 - The Muslim gent across the road demands the snow woman wear a burqa.

8:40 - The Police arrive saying someone has been offended.

8:42 - The feminist neighbor complained again that the broomstick of the snow woman needs to be removed because it depicted women in a domestic role.

8:43 - The council equality officer arrived and threatened me with eviction.

8:45 - TV news crew from the ABC shows up. I am asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snow-women? I reply, "Snowballs" and am now called a sexist.

9:00 - I'm on the News as a suspected terrorist, racist, homophobic, sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during difficult weather.

9:10 - I am asked if I have any accomplices. 

9:29 -Protesters...are marching down the street...

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I just spoke with the postman as he was delivering

an Amazon package.

He said they Post Office has contracts with Amazon, UPS and Fedex and he spends the  morning delivering packages. According to him the Post Office is making money off of the deals which is fine by me.

On the other hand he did say that they are getting a pretty good deal and the PO isn't making what it should be for delivering but they at least are making money.

I have no problem with this whatsoever. Even though it looks like the government is assisting the private sector it really isn't. The companies are paying for the service just like the average guy does. .


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I am looking back at some of the people that went to Vo-Tech schools back in the 60s.

Damned few of them are still tradesmen.

Most of them became entrepreneurs decades ago. 

The trade schools simply taught them craftsmanship and the basics of the trade and they ran with that and opened their own businesses.

Even back in the 60s the schools knew this was probably going to happen and in addition the the hands on trade itself they gave their students a number of basic business classes. 




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Home is the sailor

I wish I had more time to write longer posts. I'd love to post some of the insanity and mischief I have been dragged into over the years.

I just got home and there's a lot of stuff to do. 

I just read where some chowderhead called 911 and when the ambulance he ordered showed up he demanded to be taken to the mall.

They should have taken him to the mall, the mall about 800 miles away and dropped him off so he could walk home.

Of course the left would scream blue bloody murder but I sure wouldn't. This crap isn't going to stop until there are consequences for doing stuff like that.  




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Still busy

Which sucks


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Busy

As a bee.


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Good one!

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I gotta get the kid down the street up to

watch me go on the air and work some DX.

He should learn how to run a radio at his age.




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One of the things I would NOT buy if I won the lottery

is an expensive wrist watch.

The Timex Expeditions I have used over the years work just fine at about $30 a pop.


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I wonder what would happen if the farmers went on strike.

I do not imaging the city folk would out and out starve but you can bet your ass the cost of a decent home cooked meal would go through the roof. It would also serve to open a few eyes.

One of the things that irks the hell out of me is that an awful lot of city folk do not have a clue as to where the very food they eat comes from. An awful lot of them probably think that meat is made in the back part of supermarkets out of something they can't figure out.

We're pretty split in this country between city folk and rural dwellers and as usual the city folk outnumber the rural folk and as a result seem to be able to tell the country folks how to run their lives.

Some time ago there was a movement of some sort to make sure that someone was at least sixteen years old before they could run the family tractor. As usual the city folk and the government have no clue as to how a family farm is run. They constantly want to apply city rules and standards on farm types. It's ridiculous.

Back in the army I saw an awful lot of country bumpkins take to basic training like they were born into it. Most of the city slickers had a considerably harder time.

Yet the city boys constantly made fun of the country boys which really made them look pretty foolish. The smart city boys kept their mouths shut and paid attention to their country cousins.

One of the things I have been a proponent of for years is universal training, and not necessarily military training. Not everyone is cut out to be a soldier.

Yanking kids fresh out of high school and sending them 1000 miles from home into an unfamiliar environment for a couple of years would do them a lot of good. We'd also benefit from having the youngsters doing constructive things around the country. For example a lot of the National Parks could use a good going over.

In fact if they had put the young people to work in the California forests the likelihood of a fire like the one they recently had would have certainly been reduced. The damage the fire caused has been attributed to poor forestry practices.




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One interesting thing from Desert Storm

Apparently an Iraqi officer was being transported in an American vehicle and he noticed a picture of Erwin Rommel taped to the inside compartment.

The Iraqi looked confused and stammered "Rommel was one of your enemies. Why do you have his picture there?"

A young PFC looked at the officer and snapped, "If you had studied the man you might not be sitting here."

Two things.

The PFC was right and I'll bet you he wasn't a PFC for very long.




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I met a cute little thing today that

speaks four languages, French, Berber, Arabic and English.

She is a clerk in a doughnut shop and an immigrant, the legal kind.

It's funny that someone that speaks four languages is a cashier in a doughnut shop. You'd think the ability to speak so many languages would be worth something but I guess it isn't.




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We're all getting too old for this $hit

I said I was "Gettin' too old for this $hit." and someone asked me if I was retiring. I said I was not.

"But you said you were getting too old..." he countered.

"The operative word," I shot back,  'is 'getting'. I am getting too old for this and when I finally do get too old I will retire."

I guess they don't teach the English language in schools any more. 


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Looks like we have a couple of years of pretty good entertainment coming up.

Compliments of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York City.

She sure is an airhead and of going to be keeping us in memes and quotes for as long as she stays in office.

And people gripe about Donald Trump.

Go figure



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The Limey army has sure had their fair share of characters.

On D-Day Lord Lovat came ashore on Sword beach with his personal piper, Bill Millin who piped the boys ashore under fire.

Those two must have been totally out of their gourds to pull a stunt like that.

Mad Jack Churchill was another Brit that makes me wonder. He carried bagpipes, a longbow and a broadsword with him into combat and apparently used all three. While he was fighting his way to Dunkirk for evacuation he killed a German soldier with an arrow he shot with his long bow. He was also reported to have used his sword in hand to hand combat in Italy.

There have been numerous others. Major Allison Digby Tatham-Warter was another. He jumped with the Red Devils on Market Garden carrying an umbrella because he had a hard time remembering passwords. He later said people would say "Only a bloody fool of an Englishman would carry an umbrella into battle" He also taught his men bugle calls because he didn't have a lot of faith in the reliability of field radios. It proved to be wise. His paras used bugle calls a lot when the radios quit.

Known simply as 'Digby' he lad a bayonet charge across the Arnhem bridge while wearing a bowler hat.  

The Brits have sure had their share of eccentrics.




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I see now that so-called bump stocks are now illegal.

I don't have one because I think they are useless. Only accurate rifles interest me. Still, if I did I would simply hide it.

I get a kick out of listening to elected officials make threats about what they are going to do to people that don't surrender something like that be it guns, drugs or illegal fishing gear.

New York's SAFE act and Connecticut's so-called assault rifle ban have about 4-5% compliance. I would not be surprised if there is much more of that in Massachusetts, New Jersey or California.

One of the tests of a good law is how well it's followed. It doesn't like like a very good law to me.

A few days ago some congress critter said that they could nuke people that refused to turn in guns. He said that the people could not win in a fight against the army. 

Some people don't get it. 

The truth is the people don't have to win in a fight against the army (Who is very likely to refuse to take arms against the citizenry.)

All the people have to do is win in a fight against the lawmakers. 

That wouldn't take much.



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I just saw where one of the caravan people is a convicted murderer.

He was just coming here to commit the murders that AMericans don't want to commit for themselves.



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Entering CHristmas season which is not my favorite time of year.

It is very much an overload for me. You can't go anywhere without Christmas music and people stuffing the season in one's face.

I dearly love Thanksgiving but really don't care too much for Christmas.

I think I'll do the usual which is pile a bunch of garbage and rancid crap into a huge box, wrap it up in Christmas paper and leave it in the bed of my truck and park it in the mall.

Inevitably someone steals it.

The other thing I sometimes do is grab my stool, some lunch and sit on the hill overlooking the mall a couple of days before Christmas and watch people fight over parking spaces.



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So where did the Border Patrol people get the tear gas they just used on the illegals that tried to rush the border?

It was a leftover from the batch that then president Obama used on illegals that tried to rush the border a few years ago.

Don't you just love it when people jump all over someone for doing what they did when THEY were in office?

Nothing like a double standard.


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Kindle post

Not much To say.


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I could use a cup of coffee but it is too late.

It's kind of late for me to be posting but I'm trying to get 'er done for today. I really don't like skipping a day.

It's been a busy day spent out in the cold and I am trying to wind down from it. I would imagine I am going to sleep like a rock tonight as I generally do after a day in the cold.

I don't handle cold as well as I did when I was younger. I used to be like a hemlock stump but the last few years the cold sometimes just runs through me and gives me the shivers.

Still, it is what it is.






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Busy. Maybe this evening.

Hopefully


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Think I'll get me some Hate Chicken

Yup. Get me some Chick-Fil-A with waffle fries.

Of course it gets harder and harder to get it because the lines are always as long as the day is because they serve some pretty good chicken and Fries.

Of course the SJWs all seem to scream about how awful the Chick-Fil-A people are and babble on about how they hate gays.

What seems interesting to me is that they appear to hire an awful lot of members of the LGBTQ community and I also hear that a lot of them frequent the place. 

A lot of people call the place 'Hate Chicken' as somewhat of a joke. That came a few years back when they espoused Christian values. For example the place is closed on Sundays. A few years ago one of the muckety mucks said he was opposed to gay marriage.

The latter comment was snapped up by the SJWs and taken out of context and the SJWs started screaming that Chick-Fil-A was hateful toward gays.

Guess what? I'm for the government staying out of the marriage business. If you want to be married go see a preacher that's willing to marry you. Government should simply offer civil unions to any two humans that want one. 

Does that make me hateful toward gays? 

I suppose the SJWs will say so because it doesn't fit into their neat little niche and makes them think which is something they don't seem to do very often. They also seem to hate people that make them think so I guess I'm in on page one.

So let's take a look at all the spiteful things that Hate Chicken does. 

First they deal with both customers and employees with dignity and respect. The don't have a mission statement, but their purpose is written here: "To glorify God by being a faithful steward of all that is entrusted to us. To have a positive influence on all who come in contact with Chick-fil-A.” 

You don't glorify God by being cruel to gays or for that matter anyone else that has behaved themselves in a reasonably civil manner.

Sounds to me that the SJWs as usual are just looking to create a stink where there is clean fresh air. What's new?

The moniker "Hate Chicken" was given to them as a joke after the SJWs started crying and bellyaching. The place is anything but. It's kind of like the biggest guy on the team being called "Tiny'.

Yum. I'm off to get me some Hate Chicken.





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Busy

Hectic tday



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I have never seen this happen in my life time.

 North and South Korean soldiers shaking hands and talking to one another.

https://www.facebook.com/nocomply65/videos/2433352390026707/

Unless this is bogus then it looks like President Trump deserves the Nobel Peace Prize and we KNOW that ain't gonna happen.

I am seriously considering trying to find some old trophy cup somewhere and having it engraved 'The non-Nobel Peace Prize; and trying to get a million people to sign the certificate that goes along with it.

Seeing the Nobel people are ignoring something as earth shattering as this then it is time for Old School Americans to do what they do best at and that's do it themselves.

Besides it would also embarrass the Nobel prize people. They need it.

While we're at it, the award ought to include a $20 bill so President Trump could send a Secret Service agent out to Wallyworld and pick up a pair of flip flops fr Melania so she can rest her tired feet after spending all that time in high heels.






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Posting on a Kindle.sucks.

But sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.


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What ever happened to wholesome stories for children?

You know, like Hansel and Gretel. 

It ends when the two children stuff a senior citizen into a fireplace and burn her to death.

You MUST remember that wholesome story to tell to YOUR children!




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Ha ha.

😁

 President Trump's pardon of the 2018 Thanksgiving turkey has been blocked by the 9th Circuit court.

I guess the turkey is going to end up being eaten in the chow hall at Fort Eustiss or someplace.

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I have had three damned good ideas for today's post

And for the life of me, I can't remember any of them.


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Having Google do things for you

When Google had done this I said, "Thank you, Google."

Apparently whoever is responsible for making that Google application work has been raised right because Google had the courtesy to say "You're welcome." which is a lot more than I get from most people these days.




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Dear Mrs Trump.

First, thank you for being a wonderful First Lady and representing the country so well.

Secondly you saved me twenty bucks.

Because before you went to Texas with Donald I saw you had wisely slipped on a pair of sneakers.

Had I not seen you in sneakers I was getting ready to slip a twenty into an envelope and mail it to your Secret Service detail to buy you a pair of flip flops so you could rest your tired feet after a day in heels.

When I saw you in sneakers I figured you already had a pair of flip flops tucked away.

Thank you for representing us. You are a wonderful, beautiful and talented First Lady.

*******************

Incidentally if I ever meet you my opening line is going to be "Hiya, gorgeous. Where ya been all my life?"

It is my standard line for grandmothers and world class models. 

I expect you to at least give me a smirk. It is a seriously hokey line but you are smart enough to know that.










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I read where California managed to run off a lot of the lucrative

porn industry.

Throwing the moral and religious side aside porn is a fairly simple, non-polluting low capital industry that makes billions. Adult book and novelty shops seem to be fairly busy and that means there is a market.

In short, the porn industry is lucrative and generates big profits with no environmental damage. It requires no huge unsightly factories.

Yet California seemed to have managed to screw that one up to a fare thee well.

When they mandated condom use for porn actors they in effect ran at least the movie making part of the industry out of the state.  

Porn fans don't like condoms in their porn so the filming left California and the state lost out of a pretty lucrative industry to tax.

Yet another case of government interference shooting themselves in the foot.


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How did I learn to keep such a straight face?

"Nice looking child you have there," I said to a young mother.

"I'll bet your kids are all grown up now," she replied.

"I suppose," I replied. "I had twin daughters but I lost them in a poker game."

Shock. "What?" she asked, stunned.

"Yeah," I replied. " Canada Bill Jones drew four aces. My wife wouldn't talk to me for a month after I told her. "

And I walked off leaving her agape.

The old woman that was behind me was laughing herself silly and said, "You're awful." She got it.








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Piccolo angers an SJW.

I saw a parking space that said "Green vehicle only" on it. Seeing my pickup is forest green I figured it was for me so I parked there.

I have done this a couple of times recently and nobody has seemed to object until the other day when some college aged geek came up to me and said that a Toyota Tacoma isn't a green vehicle.

I innocently told him it looked green to me and he started doing what a lot of these kids do. He started talking to me like I am a small child, explaining the entire ecology thing to me.

"Look," I interrupted him. "I just got out of the joint a couple of months ago after spending thirty years in the can for shootin' a coupla G-men after a bank robbery. Why don't you tell it to my parole officer so he can explain it to me." My tone of voice was pretty surly. "It says green vehicle and my truck is green. You have a problem with that?" I spoke to him like HE was a small child.

His jaw fell, he turned beet red and walked away.

I don't think I'll park my green pickup in a green vehicle spot again, though. Some SJW is likely to key it if I do.







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A chat with a WW1 vet many years ago.

Back when I was headed into the service an old WW1 vet offered to buy me a beer and give me some advice. I was under age but neither of us really cared. Back then the cops reigned with common sense and if an old vet wanted to have a drink or two with a youngster going into the service they had better things to worry about. I took him up on it and as I grew I saw some wisdom in his lessons.

He most certainly suffered from what we now call PTSD but was then called shell shock. He told me that after fifty years he still had a few bad dreams but it had been a lot worse in the years before. The nightmares had reduced themselves to rare and occasional visits from the demons of the night.

The old man was pretty compassionate about GIs that were returning from Vietnam. Some returnees were real a real mess. One of my classmates died as a direct result of self medicating for PTSD. I think his name belongs on the wall.

Someone once made a comment about a Marine that had returned. He had been at Khe Sanh during the siege and had returned an angry and bitter young man. The old man charged into that one with a loud and clear "What did you expect when you sent him off to war?"

The old man told me that he would spend waking hours reliving the terrible scenes over and over and that as time passed the memories would soften a bit. He first tried hard drinking but was wise enough to see that it did him no good.

I guess the analogy today would be making a copy of something in a copier and then making a copy of the copy of the copy and so on until things grow fuzzy.

He said that over time it took away the worst of the nightmares.










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8 October 2019

will probably be my last post.

That will mean I had a full teen year run.




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Let's take a look at things.

We now have a Democratic house that is planning on making life miserable for Donald Trump.

Yet in every Democratic run sanctuary city we have criminals running amok and homeless people crapping on the sidewalks.

Yet all the Democrats seem to want to do is pick on Donald Trump.

Go figure.



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One of the things people do not understand is the military.

It was and still to a point still is a meritocracy or at least tries to be one.

I had a battery commander, a captain that had enlisted as a private, gotten a Warrant as a helicopter pilot and later commissioned in the Artillery branch.

I had a First Sergeant that hadn't finished grammar school and  Platoon leader that had graduated from West Point. The commo officer had gone through ROTC and was paying back his military obligation. My platoon sergeant was a high school graduate.

The NCO that ran the Fire Direction Control section admitted to having had a third grade education but you would never know it. FDC was all about higher mathematics and he was a regular Einstein. He had started his career as a grunt but showed promise and got his education in the army.  

One of the guys in the squad I ran had graduated from college and was a Sp/4. He had been drafted and refused OCS because he could simply do two years as a draftee and get out. OCS was a four year commitment. He was actually a lazy soldier that ran around feeling sorry for himself.

Yesterday I spoke with a Vietnam vet that had entered as a private, enrolled in a Green to Gold type program and commissioned. He retired as a major over twenty. He had entered with a high school diploma. He also ran a rifle company in Vietnam.

The guy I met with this retired major was a former Navy submariner. He had joined the Navy with high school diploma under the nuclear engineering program and spent about a year in school learning about nuclear power plants. When his obligation was over he found an excellent job in a nuclear electric plant and retired from that. He said he was hired over a couple of college grads because he has several years of practical experience from being assigned to nuclear submarines. 

I had a doctor work on me several years ago that had been drafted. The army needed combat medics and he was smart enough so they sent him to Ft Sam for basic medic training. In Vietnam he shone and was offered a green to gold opportunity. He took it and kept climbing the ladder and became an orthopedic surgeon, retiring as a full colonel. He never lost the common touch and I really liked his style.

I know that I had no dreams of an army career but I did take advantage of a number of schools that were offered me. The first school was a management course that lasted for two weeks. Being my first shot at a school I busted my ass and became an Outstanding Graduate which pissed a lot of people off because I had been told to simply pass the course because they didn't want it known I was an acting sergeant but in reality a PFC. It was a sergeant level course.

I was ordered to report to the Battalion Commander but he was not in so I reported to the XO who was supposed to raise hell with me.

He looked at me with an evil smirk and called S-3 and told them to send me to a knife fighting/snake eating school. He also unknown to me had my Battery Commander promote me to Sp/4.

 I did well at the school. but almost got busted for whipping out a hidden dagger on the judo instructor when he used me to demonstrate s judo throw on.

On Day one they had told us we were supposed to be unpredictable and when I got hauled up before The Man I told him I was in compliance of my orders to be unpredictable. He turned red and told the angry judo instructor to be better prepared for the unexpected. 

Later on I put in for SERE school, survival, escape, resistance and evasion. I managed to escape the first day and that opened a can of worms because policy was that anyone that managed to escape from the Rangers running the school didn't have to go through the rest of it. I simply buried myself and waited them out for a very long day, wetting my pants in the process so as not to give myself away. Late that night, eighteen hours later I crawled out and made a break for it in the middle of the night. I've posted this story before. I returned to my unit and the Battery Commander got stuck in the middle of it all. The Battalion Commander didn't know what to do and the Battalion XO told me he was proud of me.

I later got sent to sniper school and did well there because I am by nature a sneaky bastard. I did well there, passing with flying colors. What is interesting is the school was all about woodcraft. We never fired a shot.

The management course was worth college credit which was nice. I got credit for it when I got out at the local community college.

The point of this is that the services are really quite a field of opportunity. While I took advantage of schools that I found as fun and interesting most of which had no value outside the service the fact remains that most of the deadbeats I was with would have rather hung around the barracks shining their shoes and doing as little as possible until their enlistments expired. These are the people that a lot of people think about when they think about military life. 

I had fun and learned a few things. 

The fact remains that there is opportunity in the service that is not available on the outside. It is one of the few places left that a person can enter with a GED and work his way up as far as his ambition and talent can take him.

A lot of people don't know, for example, that Al Gray who was the Commandant of the Marine Corps. He enlisted as a private.

The woods are full of people that served and either took advantage of the programs offered or didn't. One thing about any schooling of any type one got in the service is that it goes with the person for life.















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So you want a civil war, huh?

Think you can sit back and watch the fireworks, huh?

One night when I was in the service I had a long, boring night of duty as a radio watch. The evening wasn't very busy and the senior NCO was a man with a thick Hungarian accent that had immigrated (legally) to the States.

He had been a participant in the Hungarian revolution in 1956 and told me about burning a couple of Russian soldiers to death simply by pouring gasoline on them from a second story porch and tossing a burning rag atop them. If I recall he was sixteen years old at the time and he said he never lost any sleep over it because they were legitimate combatants.

What caused him nightmares were the civilian deaths he saw.

He had a couple relatives murdered by the Soviets because someone that didn't like them reported them to the Russians as being involved with the Hungarian rebels. The squealers were promptly found out about and were murdered by the Hungarian rebels, the entire family. Men, women and children.

Both sides played for keeps and innocence or guilt had nothing to do with it. It was common knowledge among the troops that he had problems sleeping and the guys attributed it to Vietnam. He quietly told me otherwise that night. He had been assigned to some headquarters or another in Vietnam and had not been in extensive combat in Vietnam.

A few years back I ran into a man from Eastern Europe that had been through s civil war in the Balkens. He was an American citizen now and a staunch defender of the Second Amendment and confessed he had some thing 'put away' in case of trouble here.

He described a world where he had been burned out and his family had retreated to a relatives where everyone banded together. He explained that the very first thing he acquired was an AK-47 for home defense and insurance. 

He described to me a world gone mad where money was next to useless, the public utilities out of commission and lawlessness the norm. People were being murdered over something as petty as a can of spaghetti. The economy was pretty much all barter and stealing and robbing were quite the norm.

They hauled water from a nearby river and their toilet was a five gallon lidded bucket that was emptied into a hole dug in the yard and buried periodically. They didn't even have bathroom tissue.

He said his AK-47 accompanied him everywhere when he did business to make sure the deals he made were kept on the up and up. He'd actually have his relatives armed in the background to assure there were no shenanigans. Simply trading for food to eat was a risky proposition. 

In the house he lived in and adult was always up, armed and alert at all times. It was one hell of a place to live. He spoke of the bodies of men, women and children littering the streets on a regular basis. His immediate neighborhood was an armed camp. Gunfire rang out periodically at all sorts of odd hours.

Of course, if you are in a middle or upper middle class neighborhood you think you are safe. You're not. This guy had been in upper management of a fairly large company and his upper middle class neighborhood and his home bad been burned.

Then again there are some of you that picture a civil war where the men all go off to someplace far away and line up like they did at Gettysburg and shoot it out.

Guess again. It won't happen that way. 

A civil war isn't anything like you picture it. It will be a giant $hit sandwich and every single one of us is going to have to take a big bite.

Make sure you really do want a civil war before you talk about one.











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Someone on an internet board said where he lives it is illegal to live off the grid.

His jaw dropped when I asked him how they would catch anyone doing this.

Most people don't seem to remember that the Unibomber did just that. The only way he got caught is that his brother ratted him out.

I have a friend that is living off of the grid and the only way I can stay in touch with him is to send a letter to a mutual friend.



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Illegally influencing an election.

I know a poll worker that I do not share political views with which is OK. Although she is of a different view there is one thing we share and that is that we both believe in a fair and honest elections.

She's really quite adamant about it and told me that one of the candidates had someone bust in demanding a list of registered voters and who had not voted yet.

They refused and shortly thereafter he showed up with an order from a crooked judge to give him a list of everyone that didn't vote so he could drag them off to the polls to vote for a certain someone.

They gave the list to him because of the court order and his girl lost anyway.

While this isn't much, it is election interference and a direct blow to my privacy. I did vote but I have a right not to vote also. It's none of anyone's business who I voted for or even IF I voted.

It won't be long before our electoral system is destroyed and when that happens a lot of people are going to suffer.

I see that it appears to have happened in a few places and I do believe that the 2nd Amendment was put in place insure things were kept on the up and up.

Anyone that interferes with the electoral process is a tyrant and deserves to be treated as one.  



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