Nothing good ever seems to come from hard drinking when you think about it.

I hear all of the bull$hit coming out of the Kavanaugh hearings and the subject of sexual assaults and the like come up and I do believe that the majority of things of that sort come from excessive drinking.

I have heard any number of accusations made by women begin with "I was really drunk and..."

While there is no excuse for that kind of behavior, I daresay that a humongous percentage of it could be avoided if people didn't drink or drug to the point of losing control.

I was at two rock festivals in 1970 and helped out in a para-medical facility known as the Trip Tent working with people that had bad reactions to psychedelic drugs. It opened my eyes a lot when I saw people say and do things they would never have done sober.

I'm not going to get into the details but if anyone decides to drunk or drug too much they would be a whole lot better off if they did it either alone or with a trusted group of people.








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It's Caturday

and the cat is frisky this morning.

The little guy is hilarious this morning.

Happy Caturday!


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I am sure glad I am not in the running for Supreme Court Justice.

I started looking at the old days and all of the insanity that took place in my life during the late 60s, 70s and 80s. 

While I was never a rapist, bank robber or pedophile, I'm sure that someone could probably be dug up to smear me. It doesn't really take much.

What the Democrats have done to Brett Kavanaugh is a national disgrace. I certainly couldn't last through an interrogation and investigation like the one he went through. The Dems would most likely find someone in my past that was easily bribed and create an incident of some sort.

As I sit here I think of more than one incident that could have been twisted into something character destroying. It could be any number of things, and not only sexually related. It just seems that sexually related things seem to be a lot juicier and generate more interest than most other things.

As I sit here I am reminded of the woman I dumped unceremoniously that probably still carries a grudge. I should have seen the crazy eyes and steered clear but I was young and while the mind was willing to avoid her, the flesh was weak and I let her stay with me for a while. I was living in a camper trailer at the time.

A few weeks later she really pissed me off and I decided to dump her most riki-tik. 

It had snowed so I pulled the camper out about 15 feet and piled all her stuff in the bare patch in the snow, hopped into my pickup and truck and trailer roared off for parts unknown. It was off to Fort Abercrombie, a local park of sorts.

Of course she came home to find her home was missing which I would presume all these years later that it really pissed her off. When word went out of my deed there were a lot of amused people in the bars. 

People said there was a certain panache about making someone's home simply vanish.

She spent about a week telling anyone that would listen about having her home disappear. Almost everyone that knew me laughed like hell.  

I'm sure that after all of these years if someone would figure out who she was and questioned her that she would gladly testify that I had beaten her with dead baby ducks, raped her, and set her on fire with gasoline after I had tied her up with barbed wire. Her brother that hated me would probably corroborate the story.

Especially if she and her junkie brother were offered $500,000. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised that unless she's changed she'd do it for fifty bucks.

The press would eat it up because it has sex, alcohol, maybe even drugs of some sort and I would play hell denying it.

The allegations trick is not new. Lyndon Johnson supposedly told his campaign manager to start a rumor that his opponent had enjoyed carnal knowledge of his barnyard swine.   

His campaign manager was appalled and said, "We can't come out and call this man a pig f***er!"

Johnson smiled and replied, "No, but we can make him DENY it!"

While I have led a fairly clean life I have an awful lot of things that could be twisted and misconstrued to really make me look pretty bad if someone wanted to go after me.

It makes me glad I'm a nobody. 




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Last night I got to see a D-Star rig up and running and

it was pretty cool. I don't have a clue as to how it works and even less knowledge on how to set it up.

For me it is an entertaining toy but I see no practical use for it the way I look at things. It is internet dependent and I am into ham radio for it's independence from infrastructure. 

I knew it would not be long before some genius came up with something like that. In a nutshell, a  fairly low powered transceiver is hooked to a computer. You talk to the transceiver with a handi talkie and off it goes into cyberspace and through a series of things comes out the other end to someone with a similar rig.

To me it is a nice toy but I have no real interest in it.

To me what appeals to me about ham radio is the LACK of necessary infrastructure. When all else (including the internet) fails it ham radio that can get through.

Yesterdays ATNO (All Time New One) with Rwanda is somewhat of an example. I communicated with Rwanda briefly with my rig to his rig with no in-between structure. That's the type of thing that makes me smile. I independently made a long range contact.

The guy that hooked up his D-Star rig is a lot smarter than I am but I simply can't fathom the appeal. Then again I have seen a lot of very smart people do very complex things without practical use.

I remember a fellow ham trying to help me set up an IC-7200 for digital and I was missing something. It was a simple setting and he quickly figured out how to get things up and running with a magic box of some sort he could rig up with spare parts.

In truth all we needed to do was figure out which knob to turn. The rig was already set up for it.

There are an awful lot of smart people out there and maybe I am not one of them but I try to be practical.

On the other hand a lot of practical things come out of things that began life as impractical. Guys like the man I watched set up the D-Star rig are probably responsible for the cell phone we all use.

I will be the first to admit that I am somewhat of a Luddite. I still drive a manual transmission and it works for me. There is also a practical side for this. A clutch is quite an inner city anti theft device.





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One of thesed ays we'll see someone meet a horrible accusation with

"Yeah, so?"

I used to take this approach and sometimes still do. It generally works.

My favorite was the time I dropped a friend's daughter off because he was busy and I did him a favor. I simply drove her home and dropped her off.

The next day someone tried to smear me. "I saw you taking that little girl home and you know she was only fourteen!" he said. This guy was a jerk that had tried to embarrass me before a number of times.

"Yeah, but she felt like she was ten!" I shot back. Everyone broke up laughing and my accuser looked like the idiot he was.

It was a real lose/lose for my accuser because someone told her father about the incident and he went after my accuser and wall to wall counseled him.

When the father ran into me later on he shook his head and said, "Charge down the guns, huh?"

"Sometimes the best place to sleep is in the lion's mouth," I replied.  




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With all of this shit happening to Kavanaugh it's high time

that Donald Trump declassify the list the amounts of taxpayer money that has been spent on covering up sexual hijinks on the part of our congress critters. That should also include WHO spent what amount.

As a taxpayer I have an absolute right to know what is happening to MY tax money.

The way I see it any dumbass that got caught up in something is too stupid to be in office. You don't go groping someone's darling daughter or some secretary. You go out and pay a hooker.

Actually you're not just paying the hooker for sex. You're paying her to leave afterwards and keep her mouth shut. And you pay for this out of your own pocket and not the treasury.

For one thing your paycheck is your money and therefore yours to do as you see fit. If you want to spend your paycheck on hookers and blow that's really nobody's business. What you spent MY tax money on IS my business. I want to know who is spending MY money on hookers and blow.

I would imagine that if Trump had a quiet word with some of these clowns that were stupid enough to use taxpayer money to make some dalliance go away he could likely get the entire MAGA package rammed through in a New York minute. 





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Ducks and the first time visitor to Alaska

I remember Tom and Harry. They were a pair of running partners. You could not pull them apart. Tom was pretty sharp with occasional pranks.

One of things that a lot of Alaskans do is prank newcomers because they seem to arrive with a lot of preconceived expectations. They seem to think that every Alaskan carries a Bowie knife with them everywhere to jump on an animal and carve them up for dinner.

Anyway, Tom's cousin was coming for a visit and the two of them decided to meet her at the airport like good family members do. It was her first visit to the North Country. The plane was due mid afternoon. That morning Tom went duck hunting and scored a tri of good ducks and left them in the bed of his pickup under a tarp.

I had business at the airport so I wound up witnessing one of the funniest pranks I had ever seen.

Tom's cousin got off the plane and with Tom in the driver's seat, Harry riding shotgun and the cousin in the middle they headed off toward town.

I was behind them and kept my distance because Tom had seen me at the airport and warned me to stay well behind them.

As they were a little out of the airport headed to town, Tom suddenly veered into the ditch, slammed on the brakes and bailed out, grabbing his shotgun off of the pickup gun rack.

He aimed it straight up and fired three fast shots.

Harry and the cousin bailed out the side door almost but not quite after Tom fired.

Tom quickly grabbed the three ducks hidden under the tarp and threw them into the air and they landed on top of Harry and his cousin.

I think Harry knew what had happened but the cousin was really shocked as they gathered the ducks and promised the young lady a nice duck dinner.

I had witnessed the entire thing and could not resist telling the story at Tony's Bar about thirty minutes later.

I wish I hadn't because I guess it spoiled the dinner because Tom, Harry and the cousin ambled in for a fast one and someone started teasing Tom about it.

Still, I wish I had been closer so I could have seen the shock on Tom's cousin's face when the duck landed squarely on her head.   


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Should a police chief have any say over which laws to enforce?

was a question asked on another web board because someone was having an unidentified problem over something that they had complained about and the CLEO (Chief)apparently said the law was not being enforced. 

I don't know which law the complainer was talking about but I am aware as too how police departments work. They work under supervision of the town or city fathers who are elected by the people and generally reflect the values of the community.

I once heard a cop say that his boss is the CLEO and the CLEO answers to the city fathers and that the best way to keep a job in a department is to not rock the boat. that makes a lot of sense when you think about it.

To put a point on it, the Chief has a lot of discretion on what he can and won't enforce. The police are there for the good of the community and the community are actually the people that tell the police what to do.



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McUzi rant. I am saving this here in case I need it.

This is the infamous McUzi Rant and I am saving this here in case I need it sometime.


McUZI to Garandman:
Garandman, your incessant posting of sanctimonious bullshit and self righteous nonsense proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that indeed sometimes the slowest sperm does fertilize the egg... 

While you may fancy yourself some sort of a Christian, I am sure Christ would gleefully leap off the nearest bridge in order to disassociate himself with your holier-than-thou crap. All I can think of when my eyes are burned with the continual lack of quality content of your posts, bible thumping horseshit, and moderator ass-kissing is that another 4 minutes of my life could be potentially wasted should I make the mistake to read whatever you have written. 

You have dirty clothes, BO, bad breath, and I am quite confident that should one open your top dresser drawer, it would contain skid marked underwear. Your children will grow to be nothing more then felons or beggars due to their genetic lineage. Likely, even your car is a smog machine, and pollutes the earth like you pollute this site. You are a festering infected boil on the ass of gun ownership, and Christianity; with the apparent intelligence of an autistic gnat with downs syndrome. 

You are the type of weenie that causes people of mutilate themselves, trying to escape the emotional pain that people as worthless as you even exist. Knowing that you are a gun owner, I am strongly leaning towards supporting testing for firearms. The fact that a man who can't even grasp the insane hypocrisy that exists in your constant barrage of self-sainthood is allowed to own a habiliment of destruction is a fucking social calamity, and needs to be stopped. You cry like a woman, and you have a night-light to fend off boogie men. You dress in drag, and you listen to ABBA. I am guessing that early in life, Hitler encountered the Jewish version of you, thus explaining his future actions. I wish you nothing less then painful pancreatic cancer. Stones in your shoes on long walks, and blisters on your ass as you sit down to shit. Sleepless nights, broken hearts, hurricane damage to your home, sadness, pain, misery, Out of the Closet outspoken homosexual children, traffic tickets, loss of loved ones, felony convictions for crimes you didn't™t commit, weight gain, stubbed toes, sprained limbs, damage to the transmission of your car on the ONE DAY you really needed it, always having something in your eye, having to smell other peoples farts in elevators, long waits at traffic lights, getting laid off from your job, medical bills, having a squib load, then firing a round after it, holes in your socks, underwear that's™s too tight, sexual impotence, limb amputation, or any other possible iniquitous event that could harm you as bad as your mere presence harms humanity as a whole. 

I believe elimination of infertile cocksuckers such as you could bring everyone on this planed of differing views together, for the sole purpose of your eradication. You are living proof that humans can impregnate rodents. I fucking hate you.




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Someone showed me a picture of the first cell phones and it made me laugh

because I remember the time I threw one over the side of the tank barge I was working on.

Actually I threw it onto a nearby tug but let the owner think I had deep-sixed it. He insisted on using it on deck while we were loading.

Some guys get it, some guys never will. There are a few out there that think their self-importance or social position makes them exempt from the laws of math and physics. They think they are above everything and that makes them outright dangerous.

I was lightering crude oil off of a ship back in the fairly early 90s when the owner of the crude, a Texan, sent his worthless son in law along with the oil as an expediter to make sure it got where it was supposed to be and when it was supposed to be there. He was an obnoxious little jerk and insisted on boarding us while we loaded to make sure we didn't steal any to take home with us or whatever.

Normally this isn't permitted but I guess J. Poopley Potts, the big shot Texan had gotten the OK for little Sonny Boy to be on board during cargo operations.

So Sonny Boy came aboard and the first thing I told him was that under no circumstances was he to use that damned cell phone on deck. Of course, five minutes later I caught him yakking away on the damned thing. I shut him down, took the phone and stuck it inside after telling him that if he did it again I would deep six the damned thing.

Of course he carried on and on about how important it was that he call everyone and their second cousin and keep them posted on the progress of the operation. When I told him to use it inside he said he wasn't getting a decent signal. 

I explained to him that having a life was more important than having a decent cell phone signal and told him to leave the damned thing alone.

Of course it wasn't five minutes later when I saw him on deck gabbing on the phone and simply took it from him and wandered over to the tug tied alongside us and threw it to the skipper. I also grabbed a piece of steel and threw it into the water where it made a loud, satisfying splash.

Sonny Boy came running over and stared into the water and stared for a minute, his lower lip quivering. He went back inside the house and a few minutes later came out and summoned me and told me I was wanted on the ship's phone.

Back then cell phones were in their infancy and were rather expensive to use. Although we had one on board, we had been instructed not to use it without a damned good reason. Sonny Boy had simply helped himself.

I answered the phone and it was none other than J. Poopley Potts himself. He wanted to know why I had thrown his cell phone over the side. I told him that I had taken it away from Sonny Boy because he had been using it on deck which was not only unsafe but outright illegal. I also explained that I had stashed it on the tug and he could have it back later.

"He was using it on deck with all the fumes blowing around?" asked Potts.

I told him that that was about it. I did point out that I was simply trying to save lives and precious cargo.

"Well, daammit!" snapped Potts. "If he does anything else that stupid then throw HIM over the side!"

The following morning I got a call from the office telling me that Potts had called them and he was impressed with the way I had taken care of both his cargo and his son in law. I was more than slightly surprised. I had expected to catch holy hell.

I had pictured Potts as one of those stereotyped rootin' tootin' Texans, in a white  Boss Hogg suit, enormous hat, spiffy Tony Lama boots and driving a powder blue Lincoln Continental with huge horns on the hood and little six-guns for door handles.

Several months later I was at a seminar and one of the office people called me over to meet someone. He introduced me to a guy I had seen get out of a modest five year old pickup. He was wearing western type work boots, Carhartt duck pants, a flannel shirt and topped off with the second grubbiest hat I had ever seen. I had owned one that was grubbier years ago.

It was J. Poopley Potts himself and he wanted to thank me for taking care of things. I was impressed!

He wanted to buy me a drink and I gratefully accepted. 

When I told him what I had expected him to look like he laughed delightedly. He told me he kept that kind of stuff in Texas for when he had business in Houston.

He was a really neat guy. We talked about bird and deer hunting and fly fishing.

It's kind of funny about some really rich people. He was a Walmart sneakers pickup truck kind of guy yet I could see him doing business with the real big shots. 

He was an interesting man.








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I just read where a sailor got killed by a spinning propeller on a flight deck.

which is sad but nothing new. Flight decks are fast moving, chaotic and horribly dangerous places to work. It's no wonder there are not more casualties in a flight deck.

Of course when a kid gets killed on a place like that a lot of people get upset and wonder why things are not safer and they carry on that we are not at war and so on and so forth. What people don't understand is that we are constantly rehearsing for war and that is a very dangerous game. I am surprised there are not far more deaths and injuries on a flight deck.

The old saw here comes that you sweat in peace so you don't have to bleed in war.

As sad as it is, the risk is just a part of readiness. Learning to function on a dangerous flight deck is a normal part of carrier operations and people do get hurt out there. 

Smooth sailing and fair seas to the poor youngster that lost his life.

My condolences to the bereaved parents. From what I read he was a fine young man and will be missed by his parents and shipmates.




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Home.

I am home from yet another thrilling adventure at sea.

Time has passed and I have been doing this since I was 38 years old. I'm now 66, soon to be 67 years old.

I'm still hanging in there but as time passes I can see that there will be a day I can't hang in there anymore as old age is creeping up on me. It kinda sucks but then again if I am looking at the green side of the grass it is a good thing I suppose.

I have been mulling over retirement for a while but have decided that I will either retire when I can no longer do the job or when the doctors tall me it's a good idea.

It has me rather nervous when you think about it. Retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be. I suppose that when I do stop going to sea I'll have to get something to do. The thought of bagging groceries make me nervous though. If I start doing that it means I have gone full circle and that makes me think I have gone full circle and that it won't be longer than that before I start wetting my pants or something.






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Do not insult Melania Trump on my watch,

 especially if you are a married man.

When you drag someone else’s wife into things it means that your wife becomes fair game. You will be angry with me when I point out the truth.

If you are a woman and insult Mrs. Trump I will point out the truth and leave you in tears.

Mrs. Trump’s personal worth is about $50 million. In her modeling career she has been on the cover of many magazines and has had a successful career modeling. She speaks five languages, has been educated overseas and has taken very good care of herself. She’s extremely attractive. She’s not a gold digger because she has her own money.

In short, unless your wife in that league then you had best not be insulting Melania Trump or you are going to wind up feeling real bad about yourself.

At least make sure your wife finished high school and weighs under 350 pounds before you say anything bad about Melania.

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Ahh, yes. You are one of those kind, loving and gentle souls

 that has contributed a lot more than you will ever know to the general pain and suffering of the world through your kindness.

You are one of those morons that removes a band aid by picking at it slowly, taking forever and a day to remove the damned thing and taking an awful lot of hair with it in the process. That’s because you are trying to be kind and not cause any pain and suffering.

Of course any high school graduate Navy corpsman knows enough to grab a corner of the band aid and give it a quick yank. The patient will suffer less pain and hair loss in the long run simply because there is no long run. It’s done and over with before the patient even knows what happened. Yes, there is a short, sharp startling minor pain that is over and done with before the band aid even hits the waste basket.

Meanwhile you are carefully picking and poking at a corner of the damned thing just to figure out what to do next to make sure nobody suffers…

This, of course means the patient will suffer longer.

You seemed upset when I made the comment that the fastest way to cure the illegal immigrant problem is to open a season on illegals and put a bounty on them. You were mortified I would think of such a thing.

Let’s think about this one a minute. The government gives fair warning, say 60 or 90 days and makes it clear that any illegal immigrant in the country after such and such a date will be dragged in by whatever bounty hunter feels like chasing him down and will be evicted and lose everything.

What is really going to happen in that scenario?

The FIRST thing that’s going to happen is every Tomas, Ricardo and Enrique will be headed south as fast as their little legs can carry them. Inside of a few days there will be damned few illegals in the country.

When the expiration date arrives there will likely be a couple of stragglers and maybe a few tough guy MS-13 types. These will likely be dragged into the nearest ICE office in various conditions ranging from unharmed to outright dead.

Very shortly afterwards there will be virtually no illegal immigrants in the country. It will have cost us very little money, very few casualties on either side and no time to speak of and the problem will be solved.

On the other hand, the way a lot of other people want to screw around and make sure nobody gets offended the process will take decades and never really get completed. It will cost lives, time, money and a lot of resources that need not be spent had we done if quickly, quietly and efficiently.

All of your politically correctness and false kindness has done is add to the pain and suffering of the world. 

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Busy

Jammed up

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Let's reminisce, shall we?

I borrowed this from someone a while back.

Remember when Obama lied and claimed 4 US Citizens were murdered because of a video insulting Muslims? 

Remember when Obama shipped pallets of cash to our sworn enemy Iran? 

Remember when Obama failed to identify Muslims as terrorists and Islam as an enemy of the state? 

Remember when Obama claimed that a man who tried to kill another man who lawfully defended himself could be his son? 

Remember when Obama defended a thug who bum rushed law enforcement? 

Remember when Obama ordered businesses to spend unnecessary funds to appease a minority of people who need mental health services far more than they need their own toilet? 

Remember when Obama ordered that words 'one nation under God' be removed from the pledge of allegiance? 

Remember when Obama lied to me and said I could keep my doctors and my premiums would go down? 

Remember when Obama spent my tax dollars in foreign lands to interfere in their elections? 

Remember when Obama sat by passively and enabled ISIS to emerge as a stronger force dedicated to spreading Islamic ideals by committing murder, rape and torture? 

Remember when Obama allowed dictators and murderers to violate his red lines and continue to murder women and children with chemical gas? 

Remember when Obama chastised law enforcement for their actions but ignored the violence in our streets? 

Remember when Obama identified the weather as the greatest threat to America's safety while Muslims worldwide are murdering innocent people? 

Remember when Obama's insistence that pacifism and reform in numerous areas of the globe would bring peace but instead led to the strengthening of those that seek to destroy us?

Oh - OH - and my favorite -- remember when Obama said "Nobody is coming to take your guns" ? 

Yeah, I remember.........

And I remember why we voted for Trump.

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I am going to continue to use

both the OK sign and thumbs up which over the past week or so have been deemed racist.

In fact, stick around because I am going to become the founder of a racist organization and see if I can get my name on the list of one of the biggest hate organizations in the country, the SPLC.

Entry in this racist organization will be for people that respect other people irregardless of their race, creed, color, sex or national origin except maybe the Irish. It will be OK to tell Irish jokes. 

It will be open to everyone regardless of race, creed, color, sex, national origin that do racist things like use the OK sign or the thumbs up sign.

Our symbol will be a piece of mistletoe attached to our shirt tails.

More on this later on next week if I remember. Maybe someone can remind me then.




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Rogers rules of ranging

1. Don’t forget nothing.

2. Have your musket clean as a whistle, hatchet scoured, sixty rounds powder and ball, and be ready to march at a minute’s warning.

3. When you are on the march, act the way you would if you were sneaking up on a deer. See the enemy first.

4. Tell the truth about what you see and what you do. There is an army depending on us for correct information. You can lie all you please when you tell other folks about the rangers, but don’t never lie to a ranger or officer.

5. Don’t never take a chance you don’t have to.

6. When we’re on march we march single file, far enough apart so no one shot can go through two men.

7. If we strike swamps, or soft ground, we spread out abreast, so it’s hard to track us.

8. When we march, we keep moving till dark, so as to give the enemy the least possible chance at us.

9. When we camp, half the party stays awake while the other half sleeps.

10. If we take prisoners, we keep ‘em separate till we have time to examine them, so they can’t cook up a story between ‘em.

11. Don’t ever march home the same way. Take a different route so you won’t be ambushed.

12. No matter whether we travel in big parties or little ones, each party has to keep a scout 20 yards ahead, 20 yards on each flank, and 20 yards in the rear, so the main body can’t be surprised and wiped out.

13. Every night you’ll be told where to meet if surrounded by a superior force.

14. Don’t sit down to eat without posting sentries.

15. Don’t sleep beyond dawn. Dawn’s when the French and Indians attack.

16. Don’t cross a river at a regular ford.

17. If somebody’s trailing you, make a circle, come back onto your own tracks, and ambush the folks that aim to ambush you.

18. Don’t stand up when the enemy’s coming against you. Kneel down, lie down, hide behind a tree.

19. Let the enemy come till he’s almost close enough to touch. Then let him have it and jump out and finish him up with your hatchet.

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We feel.

"I feel," said the hippie "That we ought to pay a minimum wage of $15/hour to bring people out of poverty."

"Feel? Feel?" I retorted. "Economics is run by how you FEEL?"

"Well, uhh..."

Well, uhhh, my ass," I shot back. "I FEEL I ought to beat some sense into you with a rigging axe but you ought to be damned grateful I don't run my life by feels!"

Frankly I really don't give a damn about feels except to say that there are a number of people out there that I love to see have hurt feelings. It shows the right thing is happening. 



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Rocky MCLVI.....He fights himself!

Oh, why not?



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I have pointed out before that

teachers are not as special as they want us to believe and that military NCOs that teach military schools seem to do a better job than public schoolteachers.

Of course the argument I get is that schoolkids are not soldiers.

So? A GI in his MOS or technical school is simply a student just as the grade school kid is. Military teachers are not permitted to beat students just like public school teachers are not allowed to hit their charges.

There really isn't much of a difference if you look at it for what it is. They are both students and they are both in class to learn.

Of course in public schools teachers are not allowed to teach their students that there are consequences to their actions. The services have consequences of failing a class. 

Therein lies a big part of the problem and I blame a lot of it on the teachers and a lot of it on the administrators. Teachers don't hold students accountable and often when they do the administration won't back them up.

I seriously believe that it is not too early to teach a first grade kid that actions have consequences. The younger kids learn this the better off they will become as they age. They are more likely to do better in school and later on in life.

The other thing I believe is that one of the worst things a school system can do is hire what I call "Welcome back, Kotters". These are people that go off to the nearest teacher's college, get their degree and return to the high school they left four years later.

These are often the little 22 year old school marms that bring nothing with them into the classroom in terms of life experience.

Back in the day virtually all of my male teachers had served in WW2 one way or another. They had been around the block and brought a lot of valuable life experience with them into the classroom. Many of the women teaching me had done other things before they started teaching and they brought life experience into the classroom also.

I remember a couple of the women that taught me had started teaching after their kids had gotten old enough to take care of themselves. They brought at least some kind of experience with them. I also had a Spanish teacher that had spent a couple of years in Europe. That counted for something.

Yet we seem to have no shortage of never left town school marms in the classroom.




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Ten thousand feet. Oxygen on.

Someone today over coffee opined that had we not dropped the bomb and gotten the Japanese to surrender that we may very well have simply taken enough casualties invading the mainland that we might have opted for a negotiated peace.

Interesting point.

While the island hopping campaign was an inarguable victory, we never did tangle with the million plus man army the Japanese had in Manchuria, not to mention that the people of Japan were arming themselves with whatever was available.

EIther way, win, lose or draw for the United States it would have been a total bloodbath. WHen you think about it you thank God for the bomb.

I remember a now dead neighbor telling me how he joined the Navy near the end of the war and was being sent to Pharmacist Mate's school but the program closed after the bomb fell. He was sent to the Pacific as a young non-rate and worked as a basic deck hand on a boat that was hauling GIs back to the States and then Japanese back to Japan.

He told me he had always been disappointed that the Navy didn't train him to be a pharmacist mate. WHen he said that I floored him by pointing out that he was more than likely going to be sent in with the Marines for the invasion of Japan.

He replied that he was in the Navy and I asked him where the Marines got their medical people. He opened his eyes wide when I pointed out that Doc Bradley, the sailor that was thought for years to be an Iwo Jima flagraiser had been a Navy medico assigned to a rifle company.

Over sixty years after the fact he paled and when he got his ability to talk back spat out, "Thank God for the bomb!"



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Interesting conversation

with a black man in his late 40s or thereabouts.

We both agreed that if we listened to the media we were supposed to hate each other and we both agreed that the people running the media want us to hate each other.

It was interesting to be reminded that the media is not our friend and makes their money by keeping us apart.

The two of us agreed that we both had a LOT more in common with each other than we have with the muckety mucks in high places that are telling us that we ought to hate each other.


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Jammed

Busy


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Has anyone noticed I don't do professional sports?

I think most of it is a joke.

I figure that anything that causes grown men to scream at a television screen is something I seriously wonder about.

It's not like the players can hear you shouting out a warning to look out for the guy behind the athlete.

I do believe that if I was an athlete I would probably handle a post game interview by "The first thing I want to do is that Roger Kaputnik, sitting on the third stool of the Anchor bar for warning me that Big Red was getting ready to sack me. Thanks, Rog!"

Some people wouldn't get it but I do believe many would.

Besides, I really have no interest in games that I don't play myself and I am a little long in the tooth to be playing football or basketball. I might be OK in senior softball, though.

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A busy time

so I really can't squeeze in a decent post.

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Bed and breakfasts

I have been scouting the possibility of using bed and breakfasts for when I travel and have found that an awful lot of them are a lot more expensive than a mainstream hotel/motel.

What I was looking for is a basic spartan place to crash out for short money because I am not a resort vacation kind of guy.

When I go some place there is a purpose. For example, say I want to go to Dayton to visit the Air Force museum. If an overnight in in order I don't need much because the Air Force museum is the reason I'm in Dayton.

I see bed and breakfasts that for the most part are trying to appeal to the foo foo market which is fine.

I just wish there were a couple of inexpensive ones that understood the concept of clean and simple. I don't need a bunch of fluffy foo foo stuff to get a good night's sleep. A couple of wool GI blankets will do just fine.



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I see where the museum in Rio has burned down at an incalculable loss.

Apparently there wasn't adequate fire protection installed.

It sounds to me like the money that should have gone to the proper fire protection didn't make it there or the place would not have burned to the ground.

I'm reasonably sure that with some digging they can find that the money that should have gone into fire protection for such an important museum was either sidetracked or outright stolen.

Follow the money.



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I see where Bob Woodard had written a book about the inside of the Trump administration.

John Kelly and Jim Mattis have called BS on it and that's good enough for me.

I do believe it is fast moving and chaotic, though.






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SOme lives DON'T matter. I just read where someone

saw some animal walking down the street keying cars.

The guy that saw this did report if but the police showed up after the fact and the vandal got away.

Now I am not saying it is OK to hunt people like this down and kill them but I will say that if I did see someone that owned one of the cars shoot the jerk I would have a pretty damned hard time giving an accurate description of the shooter to a police officer.

While a person like that may not warrant the death penalty on a court of law, the court of public opinion may feel a lot differently.

A lot of people scream that every life is sacred but I differ. Some lives simply don't matter. If they did matter than the person who had that life would respect it and not run around doing things that piss off the rest of us and cost us.








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There is something to yesterday's post

It seems that every time my lifestyle sends me outside for any length of time my health seems to improve. Actually I do work outside and it has been many years since I have had a real sick day with colds, flu and that sort of thing.

I just don't seem to get sick for some reason or another. 

I attribute it to having my antibodies running full bore all the time for some reason. I do think something like Lymes could hit me but that seems to be the type of thing that is a consequence of an animal bite and I don't think there are day to day antibodies for that, although I may be wrong. Maybe there is someone out there that gets bitten by Lyme ticks weekly and is immune to it. Who knows?

Come to think of it, I do believe that some people are probably immune to HIV because I know of people that were in a sexual relationship with someone that actually died of HIV. I have a hard time believing that it was dumb luck that kept them from getting the virus.

Still, I do believe that the real reason I seldom get sick is because I work outside and am exposed to dirt and stuff and it keeps the antibodies up and running. 





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Piccolo and a germaphobe

He was running around bleaching everything is sight explaining that he didn't want to pick up anything. He asked why I didn't do the same thing.

"Because I got good antibodies," I said. "Last week a huge Lyme bloated tick bit me on the leg and immediately got nauseous and let go. He slid off of me and crawled off looking for a place to die."

My germaphobe friend looked agape at me but as I look back on things like living in tipis, campers, and sailboats don't recall a single day being sick.




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I see where one of the things Trump is doing

is freezing most federal pay raises which really doesn't bother me a whole lot.

There was once a time when people worked for the government for somewhat less than the same job in the private sector in return for a small pension when they got too old to work anymore. 

Those days are long gone. Now it's a pension after 20 years service AND a fatter paycheck then their equal in the private sector. They have their cake and eat it, too.

I have often said they ought to take another look at government employment because there are an awful lot of people that wind up collecting a lot longer than they worked.

If you look at someone that pulled a 20 and out retirement, lives to the age of 80 and retired at 40 they have been drawing a pension for twice the length they worked.

I have always believed pensions should be pair when someone can't work anymore and not when people are in their prime.

I have also believed the government should lay its employees at right about the equivalent of what the private sector pays and not much higher.

I have no problem with Trump holding up on giving federal employees a raise this year.


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