The MAGA hat doesn't represent hate, it reveals it.
SoonerBorn
This comment was made a man with a nom du net of SoonerBorn shortly after someone wearing a MAGA hat was assaulted by a leftist .
He is 100% dead on correct.
Wearing a MAGA hat is a damned good way to out a Trump hater.
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Thursday, February 28, 2019
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Overthrowing the Electoral college.
I am looking at the shenanigans of the blue states regarding the Electoral College and I am damned disgusted.
Does anyone out there understand the tyranny of the minority?
Two wolves and a sheep discussing what's for dinner, that's what the tyranny of the minority is.
Unfortunately a lot of people think that they're smarter than the Founding Fathers.
We are going to wind up voting our way into socialism and when it is all said and done the only escape will be to shoot our way out.
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Does anyone out there understand the tyranny of the minority?
Two wolves and a sheep discussing what's for dinner, that's what the tyranny of the minority is.
Unfortunately a lot of people think that they're smarter than the Founding Fathers.
We are going to wind up voting our way into socialism and when it is all said and done the only escape will be to shoot our way out.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2019
One of the things I am trying to do is make arrangements for me to be buried at sea when I am gone.
I do NOT want to be cremated and if I really had my way I would be buried at sea by the Navy in the traditional manner of being placed in a mattress cover with a weight in the foot end.
The Navy used to use three inch projectiles from what I read but some scrap steel of some sort would do just fine.
As a vet I can get the Navy to bury me at sea for free but there is a catch there.Remains have to be casketed and in a sealed body bag. I want my remains to return to the sea naturally and give the fish their turn.
Incidentally a casket that does not sink immediately becomes a hazard to navigation and is fired upon which would be fine by me as it would hole the body bag and allow the fish whatever to do their thing.
God only knows how many fish I have eaten in my day and it's only fair to give them their turn.
Also there is the family thing and I suppose my sisters and niece and nephew would like to see me off. They can't be aboard the Navy vessel because it is a working ship that is underway on an assigned mission of some sort.
There are a couple of outfits that will bury me at sea for a fee and right now I am seeing if they would permit a burial in a GI mattress cover.
That has yet another set of requirements and I had best figure out which is the best way to go while I am still alive and kicking. Still, they will allow family to go out with them and have their dog and pony show and see me off.
Frankly I have my doubts about some of my family going out to the 600 fathom curve and watching a skipper read a verse from the 1789 Book of Common Prayer and slide me into the ocean. I am probably going to have to tell them that they had best get the Transdermal seasick patch and put it on beforehand lest it be a horrible experience for some of them that get seasick.
It would probably be better for everyone if they just hand me off to the skipper and send him out there alone to slide me over the side
Anyway, I guess I'll get it all figured out shortly.
I will post more on this later.
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Monday, February 25, 2019
Running late tody which is OK because as AOC said,
"I'm the boss!" which really irks the daylights out of me. She ain't nobody's boss.
I suppose she can keep talking because if she doesn't get herself thrown out and/or recalled she'll wind up in the booby hatch which is really my favorite choice of the two possibilities I have listed.
So much for AOC.
One of the things I really have never liked is being anchored and waiting out weather because the tug skippers are often nervous and keep calling us to stand by to stand by.
I do remember holing up to keep clear of Hurricane Sandy and it really wasn't too bad. We found a nice little hole well up the Hudson and quietly sat things out.
It's amazing what a few miles out of the path will do to make things a lot less boisterous in a hurricane.
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I suppose she can keep talking because if she doesn't get herself thrown out and/or recalled she'll wind up in the booby hatch which is really my favorite choice of the two possibilities I have listed.
So much for AOC.
One of the things I really have never liked is being anchored and waiting out weather because the tug skippers are often nervous and keep calling us to stand by to stand by.
I do remember holing up to keep clear of Hurricane Sandy and it really wasn't too bad. We found a nice little hole well up the Hudson and quietly sat things out.
It's amazing what a few miles out of the path will do to make things a lot less boisterous in a hurricane.
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Sunday, February 24, 2019
I double posted yesterday.
So you are S O L for today.
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Saturday, February 23, 2019
I'm getting tired of false racial incidents.
I guess with such a shortage of repression out there it is no wonder that some people have to create it on their own.
It is getting ridiculous now and the truth is that any real racial incidents will likely be ignored.
I had a cop tell me that about 80% of legitimate rapes go unreported and that 80% of the reported rapes are false accusations. It is starting to look this way with racial assaults...especially when the assaulter is wearing a Trump ball cap.
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It is getting ridiculous now and the truth is that any real racial incidents will likely be ignored.
I had a cop tell me that about 80% of legitimate rapes go unreported and that 80% of the reported rapes are false accusations. It is starting to look this way with racial assaults...especially when the assaulter is wearing a Trump ball cap.
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Legalize dueling
and I'll bet you an awful lot of snowflakes would simply dry up and vanish.
Years and years ago I had a pair of sequential serial number .45s, 1911a1s to put a point on it. I bought them for a song and decided to flip them for a very tidy profit. I did this by making a dueling pistol case for them. The case contained the pair of pistols, some cleaning supplies, a pair of magazines and a box of ammunition.
Someone fell in love with both the pistols and the dueling set concept and paid me handsomely for it.
Sometimes I wish I had either not sold it or picked up another pair of matching pistols and made another dueling set out of them.
Between the time I finished making the nice case and the time I sold it I sarcastically challenged someone to a duel after he overloaded his face to me. When I opened the case and showed him the matched 1911s his eyes got pretty wide and he settled right down and started back peddling full of apologies. I was not being stupid. I knew he'd cut and run. Had he actually accepted I would had bluffed until the last minute and I would have backed down unless I could have done something creative. All I did was let him know that some people would hold him to task for his rude behavior.
A while back in Sears someone didn't like my hat and gave me a ration over it. He said it was insulting to Native Americans. I couldn't get him to shut the hell up. He went on and on.
We were in the tool area so I reached for a couple of roofing hatchets and offered to purchase them and meet him outside where we could settle our differences. He didn't know what to say so I added that I was half Irish, half Sioux (The old Elizabeth Warren trick) and maybe beforehand I could stop in the mall bar for a couple of drinks of whisky.
He fled, visions of an alcoholic half Indian, half Irishman wielding a roofing hatchet reeling through his mush brain. My mission was accomplished. I had actually made him think for a change.
Quite a number of years ago my cat tore up a dog and the owner wanted me to pay for the stitches. He thought it was pretty funny when the dog treed the cat but lost his sense of humor when Tokie jumped out of the tree onto the dog's head and proceeded to tear up the pooch's nose.
He ran his mouth and demanded 'satisfaction' which was a VERY poor choice of words. He had inadvertently challenged me to a duel. I told him to bring a witness and meet me Saturday morning.
On Saturday I answered the door with a pair of swords, an Errol Flynn shirt and my moustache trimmed ala Errol. I told him I could probably scrape up a couple of pistols if he preferred.
Panic set in and his 'second' called the police.
After the cop heard my side of the story (this was years ago when we had a department with a sense of humor) the smirking officer suggested we settle this matter in West Virginia. "Those hillbillies eat that kind of stuff up''.
With that I tossed the swords into the back of the pickup, told my adversary to meet me in the first rest area in I-79 below the WV border. My pal and I hopped into the pickup and I started the truck up. I rolled down the window and asked if he wanted me to get a pair of pistols.
Things were not going as he planned. I counter offered by asking the cop if he'd referee a fist fight in my back yard. My adversary caved in then and there before the cop could say anything. The cop had been smirking the entire time. He knew I was trolling him.
A couple of weeks later I went into a restaurant and he was sitting at the bar with a snootful and came over and tried to pick a drunken fight with me and got chucked out. I watched, he got into his car and I instantly called the police, gave them a description of the car and the direction it was headed in and he got popped for a DUI.
A few days after that I met the cop at the local convenience store. My moustache was growing back in and the cop told me that it didn't make me look suave like Errol Flynn. He said it made me look like a dumpy little Italian organ grinder named Giuseppe. Oh, well. We both quietly agreed that rude behavior would not end until people stopped putting up with it.
One thing I have learned and have said here over and over is that people will not change their rude behavior until we as a people stop letting it all slide. When there are consequences for rude behavior it will drop like a stone.
If we start holding people accountable an awful lot of things would change.
They call the era between about 1880 and 1920 the era of good manners. A lot of people think it was a Victorian thing. It wasn't. It was because an awful lot of people carried pocket revolvers and derringers and the cost of running one's mouth could rapidly become very dear.
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A friend of mine reported that he was on an airplane and some guy apparently didn't like his seat assignment and started giving thestewardess attendant a bunch of crap and told her he DEFIED any of them to refuse him.
Some other guy got up and offered to put the man to sleep for the duration of the flight if he didn't just sit down and shut up.
The jerk sat down and behaved himself for the entire flight and I heard the guy that stood up to him wound up with a couple of free drinks and extra snacks.
What happened there is someone simply decided not to tolerate rude behavior. Most people will back down pretty easily.
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Years and years ago I had a pair of sequential serial number .45s, 1911a1s to put a point on it. I bought them for a song and decided to flip them for a very tidy profit. I did this by making a dueling pistol case for them. The case contained the pair of pistols, some cleaning supplies, a pair of magazines and a box of ammunition.
Someone fell in love with both the pistols and the dueling set concept and paid me handsomely for it.
Sometimes I wish I had either not sold it or picked up another pair of matching pistols and made another dueling set out of them.
Between the time I finished making the nice case and the time I sold it I sarcastically challenged someone to a duel after he overloaded his face to me. When I opened the case and showed him the matched 1911s his eyes got pretty wide and he settled right down and started back peddling full of apologies. I was not being stupid. I knew he'd cut and run. Had he actually accepted I would had bluffed until the last minute and I would have backed down unless I could have done something creative. All I did was let him know that some people would hold him to task for his rude behavior.
A while back in Sears someone didn't like my hat and gave me a ration over it. He said it was insulting to Native Americans. I couldn't get him to shut the hell up. He went on and on.
We were in the tool area so I reached for a couple of roofing hatchets and offered to purchase them and meet him outside where we could settle our differences. He didn't know what to say so I added that I was half Irish, half Sioux (The old Elizabeth Warren trick) and maybe beforehand I could stop in the mall bar for a couple of drinks of whisky.
He fled, visions of an alcoholic half Indian, half Irishman wielding a roofing hatchet reeling through his mush brain. My mission was accomplished. I had actually made him think for a change.
Quite a number of years ago my cat tore up a dog and the owner wanted me to pay for the stitches. He thought it was pretty funny when the dog treed the cat but lost his sense of humor when Tokie jumped out of the tree onto the dog's head and proceeded to tear up the pooch's nose.
He ran his mouth and demanded 'satisfaction' which was a VERY poor choice of words. He had inadvertently challenged me to a duel. I told him to bring a witness and meet me Saturday morning.
On Saturday I answered the door with a pair of swords, an Errol Flynn shirt and my moustache trimmed ala Errol. I told him I could probably scrape up a couple of pistols if he preferred.
Panic set in and his 'second' called the police.
After the cop heard my side of the story (this was years ago when we had a department with a sense of humor) the smirking officer suggested we settle this matter in West Virginia. "Those hillbillies eat that kind of stuff up''.
With that I tossed the swords into the back of the pickup, told my adversary to meet me in the first rest area in I-79 below the WV border. My pal and I hopped into the pickup and I started the truck up. I rolled down the window and asked if he wanted me to get a pair of pistols.
Things were not going as he planned. I counter offered by asking the cop if he'd referee a fist fight in my back yard. My adversary caved in then and there before the cop could say anything. The cop had been smirking the entire time. He knew I was trolling him.
A couple of weeks later I went into a restaurant and he was sitting at the bar with a snootful and came over and tried to pick a drunken fight with me and got chucked out. I watched, he got into his car and I instantly called the police, gave them a description of the car and the direction it was headed in and he got popped for a DUI.
A few days after that I met the cop at the local convenience store. My moustache was growing back in and the cop told me that it didn't make me look suave like Errol Flynn. He said it made me look like a dumpy little Italian organ grinder named Giuseppe. Oh, well. We both quietly agreed that rude behavior would not end until people stopped putting up with it.
One thing I have learned and have said here over and over is that people will not change their rude behavior until we as a people stop letting it all slide. When there are consequences for rude behavior it will drop like a stone.
If we start holding people accountable an awful lot of things would change.
They call the era between about 1880 and 1920 the era of good manners. A lot of people think it was a Victorian thing. It wasn't. It was because an awful lot of people carried pocket revolvers and derringers and the cost of running one's mouth could rapidly become very dear.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
A friend of mine reported that he was on an airplane and some guy apparently didn't like his seat assignment and started giving the
Some other guy got up and offered to put the man to sleep for the duration of the flight if he didn't just sit down and shut up.
The jerk sat down and behaved himself for the entire flight and I heard the guy that stood up to him wound up with a couple of free drinks and extra snacks.
What happened there is someone simply decided not to tolerate rude behavior. Most people will back down pretty easily.
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Friday, February 22, 2019
One of the unsung heroes of the Vietnam war
was Martha Raye.
She showed up and put on shows and they were appreciated by the troops.
What a lot of people don't know is that she had nurse training and would often pitch in and help the medicos treat the wounded. Sometimes she'd miss a show because she was in a field hospital helping out. She showed up in more than one field hospital clad in fatigues and topped with a green beret to help patch up wounded GIs.
The oak leaf on her collar and beret were hers. She had been awarded an honorary lieutenant colonelcy in the Special Forces by President Nixon.
She was a tough old broad that would sometimes play poker with the troops before her show. A lot of her shows were out in "Indian Territory" in the Special Forces camps and it was considered risky.
I suppose the one that has done things like this recently is Gary Sinese and his Lieutenant Dan Band but Martha was an Old School trooper that is buried in the Special Forces cemetery at Fort Bragg, NC.
They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Colonel Maggie
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She showed up and put on shows and they were appreciated by the troops.
What a lot of people don't know is that she had nurse training and would often pitch in and help the medicos treat the wounded. Sometimes she'd miss a show because she was in a field hospital helping out. She showed up in more than one field hospital clad in fatigues and topped with a green beret to help patch up wounded GIs.
The oak leaf on her collar and beret were hers. She had been awarded an honorary lieutenant colonelcy in the Special Forces by President Nixon.
She was a tough old broad that would sometimes play poker with the troops before her show. A lot of her shows were out in "Indian Territory" in the Special Forces camps and it was considered risky.
I suppose the one that has done things like this recently is Gary Sinese and his Lieutenant Dan Band but Martha was an Old School trooper that is buried in the Special Forces cemetery at Fort Bragg, NC.
They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Colonel Maggie
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Thursday, February 21, 2019
Right now I have no faith in the federal judicial system
There was a time not too long ago when the courts were neither red nor blue. They simply enforced the laws on the books.
These days the courts are biased. Many are blue, some are red.
We have a criminal justice system that throws common folk to the wolves and lets the rich and politically connected run free with no repercussions.
Much of this goes back to FDR who got stymied by SCOTUS. He threatened to simply add justices to the nine until he had a court that would do as he wished. He was talked out of it.
FDR changed what had been a pattern and politicized SCOTUS.
Prior to FDR SCOTUS judges were seated because they were basic Constitutional scholars which in a way was overkill. The Constitution was intentionally written simply enough for a regular guy to understand it. Extreme scholars were really unnecessary.
Still, FDR started politicizing SCOTUS and it has only gotten worse and worse by the year.
SCOTUS is not supposed to be red or blue. It is simply supposed to read the law of the land and determine the constitutionality of various laws, rules and regulations. Their job is to keep Congress and POTUS acting within the Constitution as it was written.
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These days the courts are biased. Many are blue, some are red.
We have a criminal justice system that throws common folk to the wolves and lets the rich and politically connected run free with no repercussions.
Much of this goes back to FDR who got stymied by SCOTUS. He threatened to simply add justices to the nine until he had a court that would do as he wished. He was talked out of it.
FDR changed what had been a pattern and politicized SCOTUS.
Prior to FDR SCOTUS judges were seated because they were basic Constitutional scholars which in a way was overkill. The Constitution was intentionally written simply enough for a regular guy to understand it. Extreme scholars were really unnecessary.
Still, FDR started politicizing SCOTUS and it has only gotten worse and worse by the year.
SCOTUS is not supposed to be red or blue. It is simply supposed to read the law of the land and determine the constitutionality of various laws, rules and regulations. Their job is to keep Congress and POTUS acting within the Constitution as it was written.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2019
I see where North Dakota
rejected a red flag bill which makes sense.
One of the tests of a good law is not what good it has the potential of doing, but how easily it can be abused to take away someone's rights.
Most of the red flag bills are generally written so as to be able to screw innocents and deprive them of their rights. Some that are being considered have no legal remedy for the accused. They can lose a right based on hearsay.
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One of the tests of a good law is not what good it has the potential of doing, but how easily it can be abused to take away someone's rights.
Most of the red flag bills are generally written so as to be able to screw innocents and deprive them of their rights. Some that are being considered have no legal remedy for the accused. They can lose a right based on hearsay.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2019
For yers I have said both parties suck
They do.
What REALLY sucks is when you hear a Republican offer to 'reach across the aisle'. Then you know we're in for trouble.
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What REALLY sucks is when you hear a Republican offer to 'reach across the aisle'. Then you know we're in for trouble.
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Monday, February 18, 2019
I see where they could redistrict and get rid of AOC in 2020.
What interests me is a lot of Democrats seem to want to get rid of her more than the Republicans do.
Seems she's letting the cat out of the bag and showing people what an awful lot of Democrats want to change things into.
Conservatives don't seem to be in as much of a hurry to get rid of her because they know enough never to stop your enemy when they are making a mistake.
After she seemingly singlehandedly ran Amazon out of Long Island City it looks to me like Cuomo and company are not too pleased with her.
I guess Cuomo and company offered Amazon a 3 billion dollar tax break which Amazon says will be compensated for in a couple of years. AOC came charging in and saying the 3 billion could be used for schools and infrastructure.
Wait a minute... What 3 billion? It's a tax break not cash. It's not like NY State wrote the Amazon people a check or made a deposit. Yet AOC is so damned stupid she doesn't understand what's going on. She wants to spend 3 billion that doesn't even exist.
I can see why the Amazon people decided to go elsewhere. If the NY elected officials are THAT stupid things could get downright dangerous for Amazon.
Then again, that's what liberals have done since Day One. They see money and they want to take it away from whoever has it and give it to someone else.
I'm surprised Bill Gates isn't having to move under a bridge after being robbed by people like AOC.
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Someone asked me what happened to the US Merchant Marine.
It was an older guy who said he had sailed in the late 40s and saved his money to put himself through college.
What happened to the Merchant Marine?
Taxation, over regulation and greed made it more profitable for the shipping companies to re flag to another country to evade American taxes and regulations.
Added to that, the guys in the union just got too damned greedy.
In short, look toward the Democrats because they do a wonderful job of screwing up everything they touch.
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Seems she's letting the cat out of the bag and showing people what an awful lot of Democrats want to change things into.
Conservatives don't seem to be in as much of a hurry to get rid of her because they know enough never to stop your enemy when they are making a mistake.
After she seemingly singlehandedly ran Amazon out of Long Island City it looks to me like Cuomo and company are not too pleased with her.
I guess Cuomo and company offered Amazon a 3 billion dollar tax break which Amazon says will be compensated for in a couple of years. AOC came charging in and saying the 3 billion could be used for schools and infrastructure.
Wait a minute... What 3 billion? It's a tax break not cash. It's not like NY State wrote the Amazon people a check or made a deposit. Yet AOC is so damned stupid she doesn't understand what's going on. She wants to spend 3 billion that doesn't even exist.
I can see why the Amazon people decided to go elsewhere. If the NY elected officials are THAT stupid things could get downright dangerous for Amazon.
Then again, that's what liberals have done since Day One. They see money and they want to take it away from whoever has it and give it to someone else.
I'm surprised Bill Gates isn't having to move under a bridge after being robbed by people like AOC.
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Someone asked me what happened to the US Merchant Marine.
It was an older guy who said he had sailed in the late 40s and saved his money to put himself through college.
What happened to the Merchant Marine?
Taxation, over regulation and greed made it more profitable for the shipping companies to re flag to another country to evade American taxes and regulations.
Added to that, the guys in the union just got too damned greedy.
In short, look toward the Democrats because they do a wonderful job of screwing up everything they touch.
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Sunday, February 17, 2019
The more laws we put on the books the less effective the rule of law becomes.
As usual, people only obey laws they believe in.
Take a drive on an interstate highway some time and drive the speed limit. Watch people go whizzing by you.
Look at how many high capacity magazines have been turned in in New Jersey and other places that have banned them. A VERY small handful.
Look at the drug problem we have. Narcotics are entering the country daily and there is enough of some stuff entering the country to kill us all.
The country enacts laws and states and cities refuse to enforce or aid in enforcing them. Sanctuary states actually aid and abet people that are breaking these laws.
Some states have enacted gun control laws and have had county sheriffs simply state they will not enforce them.
It pretty much works its way down from the feds to the individual.
The feds break their own laws and the state/city breaks state, federal and county laws. It works its way down.
The older I get the less I tend to look and see what a law says. If our elected officials allow themselves to be exempt from laws they pass there is no real reason for s guy like me to obey the laws they enact.
I guess a lot of us little guys simply chose to live responsibly and simply do the right thing.
One example is how I drive. I simply adjust my speed to my surroundings. I don't drive very fast going through plans where there is a chance of kids playing and stay observant when I see kids.
I don't do this because someone posted a sign. I do it because its the right thing to do.
Still, as we look at the system disobeying its own rules and regulations many of us have simply decided that we are going to pretty much ignore what government tries to tell us to do.
If government won't obey their own rules then why should I?
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Take a drive on an interstate highway some time and drive the speed limit. Watch people go whizzing by you.
Look at how many high capacity magazines have been turned in in New Jersey and other places that have banned them. A VERY small handful.
Look at the drug problem we have. Narcotics are entering the country daily and there is enough of some stuff entering the country to kill us all.
The country enacts laws and states and cities refuse to enforce or aid in enforcing them. Sanctuary states actually aid and abet people that are breaking these laws.
Some states have enacted gun control laws and have had county sheriffs simply state they will not enforce them.
It pretty much works its way down from the feds to the individual.
The feds break their own laws and the state/city breaks state, federal and county laws. It works its way down.
The older I get the less I tend to look and see what a law says. If our elected officials allow themselves to be exempt from laws they pass there is no real reason for s guy like me to obey the laws they enact.
I guess a lot of us little guys simply chose to live responsibly and simply do the right thing.
One example is how I drive. I simply adjust my speed to my surroundings. I don't drive very fast going through plans where there is a chance of kids playing and stay observant when I see kids.
I don't do this because someone posted a sign. I do it because its the right thing to do.
Still, as we look at the system disobeying its own rules and regulations many of us have simply decided that we are going to pretty much ignore what government tries to tell us to do.
If government won't obey their own rules then why should I?
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Saturday, February 16, 2019
One of the things it seems that almost ALL politicians seem to think
is that they are our leaders.
HAH!
They are our REPRESENTATIVES. There's a difference.
Ain't a whole lot of 'em I'd let lead me across the street to a latrine even though they had road guards posted.
I see where Liz Warren and AOC are cheering about Amazon pulling out of a New York HQ deal and celebrating the loss of jobs. Somme leaders. They just led a couple thousand jobs out of New York.
Those two think they are leaders. If they want to be leaders then they should lead...from the FRONT.
I see gun control laws coming in the future, these two and others will vote for it and when the laws are ignored they will demand that people other than them go out and enforce the new laws.
I seriously think that if people like Liz, AOC and others want to see laws enforced they should suit up with law enforcement and lead the charge in.
"Remember, they call this guy Psycho." Keep your head moving, Liz. A Kevlar pot doesn't stop a rifle bullet. These guys know you're suited up and will likely aim for your face. Oh, yeah. He's got his wife and kids in there. Don't shoot them by accident."
Uhh...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...
These people that entered politics because they like to tell other people what to do would change their attitudes MOST riki-tik if they were forced to lead from the front instead of trying to make some working stiff of cop do their dirty work for them.
I don't know about AOC, though. She seems to live in a strange world and would probably suit up out of nativity. It wouldn't be until she woke up in intensive care for her to understand reality. Maybe not even then. She's THAT special kind of stupid.
Rule the first for elected officials: If you are not willing to lead from the front and risk your own skin then it's patently wrong to make other people do the dirty work.
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HAH!
They are our REPRESENTATIVES. There's a difference.
Ain't a whole lot of 'em I'd let lead me across the street to a latrine even though they had road guards posted.
I see where Liz Warren and AOC are cheering about Amazon pulling out of a New York HQ deal and celebrating the loss of jobs. Somme leaders. They just led a couple thousand jobs out of New York.
Those two think they are leaders. If they want to be leaders then they should lead...from the FRONT.
I see gun control laws coming in the future, these two and others will vote for it and when the laws are ignored they will demand that people other than them go out and enforce the new laws.
I seriously think that if people like Liz, AOC and others want to see laws enforced they should suit up with law enforcement and lead the charge in.
"Remember, they call this guy Psycho." Keep your head moving, Liz. A Kevlar pot doesn't stop a rifle bullet. These guys know you're suited up and will likely aim for your face. Oh, yeah. He's got his wife and kids in there. Don't shoot them by accident."
Uhh...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...
These people that entered politics because they like to tell other people what to do would change their attitudes MOST riki-tik if they were forced to lead from the front instead of trying to make some working stiff of cop do their dirty work for them.
I don't know about AOC, though. She seems to live in a strange world and would probably suit up out of nativity. It wouldn't be until she woke up in intensive care for her to understand reality. Maybe not even then. She's THAT special kind of stupid.
Rule the first for elected officials: If you are not willing to lead from the front and risk your own skin then it's patently wrong to make other people do the dirty work.
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Friday, February 15, 2019
Someone asked me about my children
and I told her my wife and I had to get rid of them because the cat was allergic to children.
She looked very confused.
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She looked very confused.
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Thursday, February 14, 2019
Winter sucks.
Some times I think that the dumbest thing I ever did after leaving Alaska was move to a place where they have winter.
On the other hand, Miami in July is a suck pill, too.
I often think that the trick would have been to move back onto a sail boat and simply follow the weather. It really wouldn't be all that awfully difficult.
Boston to Key West is about 1600 miles in a car and it would be in that ball park in a boat. I suppose not pushing things hard a person could cover the distance in about a month, enjoying themselves.
I know Canadians do this sort of thing because in the beginning of fall there are always Canadian boats headed south to Florida. Come spring they head back to Canada.
The older I get the less I hate winter and hot summers although I would rather deal with the heat than the snow and the cold.
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On the other hand, Miami in July is a suck pill, too.
I often think that the trick would have been to move back onto a sail boat and simply follow the weather. It really wouldn't be all that awfully difficult.
Boston to Key West is about 1600 miles in a car and it would be in that ball park in a boat. I suppose not pushing things hard a person could cover the distance in about a month, enjoying themselves.
I know Canadians do this sort of thing because in the beginning of fall there are always Canadian boats headed south to Florida. Come spring they head back to Canada.
The older I get the less I hate winter and hot summers although I would rather deal with the heat than the snow and the cold.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019
I think I really got the goat of a women's college grad the other night.
She brought up her alma mata, a woman's college that is one of the Seven Sister colleges that popped up for woman in the 1800s.
To a certain degree these schools are prestigious but really only because of their history. They appeared at a time when and real education for women was nonexistent. I'll be the first to say that not letting woman into schools was a waste of talent but I digress.
These still prestigious institutions for the most part are still liberal arts schools which is to say they they don't really give a woman much of a useful education. While some of them do have STEM programs, it appears to me that the push is for the liberal arts.
In short these schools tend to produce teachers, social workers and the like. The market is flooded with these types and they don't really pay very much. The real jobs out there are in the scientific/technology fields. We now have enough school marms and social workers to supply every third world country out there, including California and Massachusetts.
While the little girl up the street can't brag about having graduated from a prestigious school as a Seven Sister , she does quite well financially. She graduated from a state run college and is a civil engineer. She was hired right out of school at a hefty salary.
Prestigious or not, liberal arts schools and the liberal arts for the most part don't provide good jobs.
Actually the biggest thing the Seven Sisters really did was after the Civil War. New York, Pennsylvania and Massachusetts were hit pretty hard and the number of eligible bachelors was pretty low for the rest of the century. Many women decided to go west to find a suitable husband.
The liberal education provided to these women enabled them to find jobs as school marms. This saved them from ending up in prostitution unlike a lot of uneducated women that wound up working for Miss Kitty at the Long Branch.
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To a certain degree these schools are prestigious but really only because of their history. They appeared at a time when and real education for women was nonexistent. I'll be the first to say that not letting woman into schools was a waste of talent but I digress.
These still prestigious institutions for the most part are still liberal arts schools which is to say they they don't really give a woman much of a useful education. While some of them do have STEM programs, it appears to me that the push is for the liberal arts.
In short these schools tend to produce teachers, social workers and the like. The market is flooded with these types and they don't really pay very much. The real jobs out there are in the scientific/technology fields. We now have enough school marms and social workers to supply every third world country out there, including California and Massachusetts.
While the little girl up the street can't brag about having graduated from a prestigious school as a Seven Sister , she does quite well financially. She graduated from a state run college and is a civil engineer. She was hired right out of school at a hefty salary.
Prestigious or not, liberal arts schools and the liberal arts for the most part don't provide good jobs.
Actually the biggest thing the Seven Sisters really did was after the Civil War. New York, Pennsylvania and Massachusetts were hit pretty hard and the number of eligible bachelors was pretty low for the rest of the century. Many women decided to go west to find a suitable husband.
The liberal education provided to these women enabled them to find jobs as school marms. This saved them from ending up in prostitution unlike a lot of uneducated women that wound up working for Miss Kitty at the Long Branch.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2019
One of the things people fail to understand
about illegally entering the country is how dangerous it is and how high the casualty numbers are.
This holds especially in the desert areas where untold numbers of people simply die of dehydration and that's if they actually make it to the border to begin with.
Those Central and South Americans that cut through Mexico are often beaten, robbed and murdered. President Trump said that about a third of the woman that pass through Mexico are sexually assaulted but I have heard in other places the rate is higher than that.
Coyotes prey on these people and rob them blind. Over the years people have been found dead in the back of trucks having been left there by human traffickers.
It really is a can of worms that has a simple solution.
If the government were to authorize the use of deadly force to keep these people out there would be an immediate handful of casualties.None of this chase them down, give them a summons and send them on their way. You simply shoot them. This would not go on for very long because people would smarten up very quickly. The number of illegals being shot at the border would drop like a stone to nothing inside a couple of days because nobody likes getting shot. Illegal immigration would instantly stop.
So would an awful lot of death and human suffering.
People would not have to deal with the coyotes anymore simply because they would decide against entering the country illegally.
Of course the usual assortment of Band-Aid pickers go through life removing Band-Aids by slowly picking at them instead of just tearing one off and being done with it will condemn the use of deadly force to secure the border.
That's because they are afraid to confront the issue, deal with it and get it done with. Truth is they are not being very kind. Instead of a handful of casualties and stopping the problem cold these Band-Aid pickers want to drag thing on and create one hell of a lot more casualties than simply doing it and getting it over with.
They will simply let things continue to go on the way they are and let the killings, rapes, robberies and other violence continue. The casualties over a very brief time will exceed what they would have been if we just started seriously enforcing the border laws.
Sometimes being hard like that produces the least amount of human suffering. No matter what, there are going to be casualties either way. Casualties can't be eliminated. They can only be minimized. People are going to get hurt and die. The paradox here is that the most brutal way of doing something is sometimes the kindest.
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This holds especially in the desert areas where untold numbers of people simply die of dehydration and that's if they actually make it to the border to begin with.
Those Central and South Americans that cut through Mexico are often beaten, robbed and murdered. President Trump said that about a third of the woman that pass through Mexico are sexually assaulted but I have heard in other places the rate is higher than that.
Coyotes prey on these people and rob them blind. Over the years people have been found dead in the back of trucks having been left there by human traffickers.
It really is a can of worms that has a simple solution.
If the government were to authorize the use of deadly force to keep these people out there would be an immediate handful of casualties.None of this chase them down, give them a summons and send them on their way. You simply shoot them. This would not go on for very long because people would smarten up very quickly. The number of illegals being shot at the border would drop like a stone to nothing inside a couple of days because nobody likes getting shot. Illegal immigration would instantly stop.
So would an awful lot of death and human suffering.
People would not have to deal with the coyotes anymore simply because they would decide against entering the country illegally.
Of course the usual assortment of Band-Aid pickers go through life removing Band-Aids by slowly picking at them instead of just tearing one off and being done with it will condemn the use of deadly force to secure the border.
That's because they are afraid to confront the issue, deal with it and get it done with. Truth is they are not being very kind. Instead of a handful of casualties and stopping the problem cold these Band-Aid pickers want to drag thing on and create one hell of a lot more casualties than simply doing it and getting it over with.
They will simply let things continue to go on the way they are and let the killings, rapes, robberies and other violence continue. The casualties over a very brief time will exceed what they would have been if we just started seriously enforcing the border laws.
Sometimes being hard like that produces the least amount of human suffering. No matter what, there are going to be casualties either way. Casualties can't be eliminated. They can only be minimized. People are going to get hurt and die. The paradox here is that the most brutal way of doing something is sometimes the kindest.
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Monday, February 11, 2019
Some of our laws are designed to protect idiots from themselvess.
Today a rookie cop said something to me about the frost on my pickup. He was not chiding me, he was commenting on the number of idiots that drive off from out from under a snowbank with their cars covered with snow.
I asked him how he dealt with it and he said he generally gives he violator a lecture if they seem halfway decent. It they get belligerent they get a ticket. Either way they have to clean off the snow before they can get back on the road.
I told him I wouldn't bother because it is an idiot law. It is designed to protect idiots from their own stupid behavior. Anyone that tailgates someone with two feet of snow on their roof gets what they deserve when the snow blows off and covers their windshield.
Let Darwin settle it, I told him. He surprised me by admitting he was a Darwinist, too.
He snickered and replied that the ONLY reason he didn't let things play out that way is because the paperwork that accompanies an accident investigation is a long, drawn out affair and it's just a whole lot easier to make someone clean the snow off of their roof.
The truth is that when my pickup is snow covered I look at the snow. If it is wet and sticky I do brush it off.
If it is a light, powdery snow I simply clear the windshield, side and rear glass off and drive through the plan and let it blow off. There's never anyone behind me and by the time I get to the main road the snow is long gone.
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I asked him how he dealt with it and he said he generally gives he violator a lecture if they seem halfway decent. It they get belligerent they get a ticket. Either way they have to clean off the snow before they can get back on the road.
I told him I wouldn't bother because it is an idiot law. It is designed to protect idiots from their own stupid behavior. Anyone that tailgates someone with two feet of snow on their roof gets what they deserve when the snow blows off and covers their windshield.
Let Darwin settle it, I told him. He surprised me by admitting he was a Darwinist, too.
He snickered and replied that the ONLY reason he didn't let things play out that way is because the paperwork that accompanies an accident investigation is a long, drawn out affair and it's just a whole lot easier to make someone clean the snow off of their roof.
The truth is that when my pickup is snow covered I look at the snow. If it is wet and sticky I do brush it off.
If it is a light, powdery snow I simply clear the windshield, side and rear glass off and drive through the plan and let it blow off. There's never anyone behind me and by the time I get to the main road the snow is long gone.
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Sunday, February 10, 2019
Never put yourself into a position you have to shoot your way out of.
Anyone with any sense would not walk into a gang type situation carrying a huge pile of cash.
They would not wander into a skinhead camp to steal from them.
In either of these two scenarios one would have to shoot their way out. Gunfights are dangerous. People get killed in gunfights.
So why are people supporting socialism?
It is a situation people can vote their way into but we will have to shoot our way out of it.
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They would not wander into a skinhead camp to steal from them.
In either of these two scenarios one would have to shoot their way out. Gunfights are dangerous. People get killed in gunfights.
So why are people supporting socialism?
It is a situation people can vote their way into but we will have to shoot our way out of it.
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Saturday, February 9, 2019
I get tired of social workers and teachers complaining that
they are horribly underpaid.
They are paid what they are worth which is what the market will bear. If they don't like it they can do something else. You can't have your cake and eat it, too.
They have choices just like everyone else. They can do something else.
The ones I like to hear moan and bellyache are the ones with student loans. They simply chose poorly. They took out a loan for an education that qualifies them for a poorly paying job. That's just plain stupid and I guess you can't fix it.
None of this is my problem and it shouldn't be anyone's problem but theirs. They had the same choices everyone else did. They simply chose poorly.
Then again, there's Flo.
She's a waitress in her mid 50s that lost her husband in an accident when she was in her thirties, buried him and never looked back.
She doesn't wait tables so much as she holds court. She's quite a character and has a huge following of truckers from all over the country.
She's a bleached blonde and carefully cultivated. Her hair and makeup are carefully tended to and her amply bosom is accentuated. She keeps her weight down and her aura she competently walks the thin line between classy and trashy. It's a carefully planned out picture she puts out to the public.
The truckers love her. Her appearance catches their eye and instantly lets them know she's sharp minded, confident and competent. They also know she has a pretty good sense of humor.
It's instantly obvious that this women likes men and being around them. Men instinctively like and trust her. More important, they look out for her.
A lot of women don't like her very much which is to be expected because they think she's cheap but they're wrong. She's not. They also say she's one of the guys. Here they are clearly wrong. She is a capable woman navigating in a man's world and does so with a special style. She's too damned smart to fall into the become one of the guys game. It never works out.
Many woman will say she's a waitress and it is here that they are clearly wrong. While she pours coffee and slings hash all day that's a small part of her. She's actually a highly skilled entertainer that draws quite a crowd.
People don't go there for the food. It's OK but nothing worth going out of the way for. They go there for the show and Flo sure puts one on.
I decided to throw her a curve and watch her field it. I knew she would easily but a laugh at my expense never costs me a dime.
I give her the "Marry me and I will take you away from all of this" line loud enough for it to be heard. I want to enter this fray!
She looks at me and laughs and turns her head. "Jimmy! You have some competition over here! This guy wants to marry me, too!"
People chuckle.
Then she turns to the guy sitting on my left and in a stage whisper says to him "I wouldn't let either of those two take me to a dog fight much less marry them!"
Coffee comes squirting out of the nose of the guy on my right. Everyone within earshot cracks up. I am delighted and laugh my ass off. It means I got her attention.
Someone pipes up, "Speaking of dog fights, Tommy Henshaw has a pit bull he wants to fight next week. I got a hundred bucks Tommy's pit bull wins."
There's no pit bull, or any dog fight coming up. It's just some of Joe Brewster's imaginary BS. It rates up there with my marriage proposal.
"I'll take twenty of that," snaps Flo. More chuckles.
I pay attention and watch a couple of people leave and notice that she's tipped exceptionally well. I also hear from the guy on my right, a regular, that she's generous and has picked up the tab for a few guys here and there that had been facing hard times.
I've been around the block and I know how that one works. She casts her bread on the water. Most people, especially women do not understand this. Apparently Flo does and I know damned good and well that if you cast your bread on the water you generally get back poached eggs on toast.
That guy that she gave an $8 meatloaf special to when he was having hard times will be back. He will order another $8 meat loaf special and leave a 20 or even a $50 bill under his plate when he leaves.
Of course this doesn't happen every single time, but if you know how to count you understand that casting your bread on the water like that almost always leaves you ahead of the game. Many men and most women do not understand this. The fact that they are simply cheapskates keeps them from getting ahead.
I'm quite certain that Flo makes damned good money there. I also believe that she doesn't depend on the diner for her success as owner depends on her for his success. People like that can go anywhere and get a job and do well.
Of course her antics would not go well in an upscale place where a lot of people think that the big money in waiting and waitress-ing is made. Still, I'm sure she does better than most of those people do. She does a much bigger volume and the truckers are fairly generous. Besides there are a lot more diners than big upscale restaurants. It's probably a lot easier for her to get another job. I daresay she probably gets offers from other places on a regular basis.
Besides they're not tipping her for basic truck stop food service. They're tipping her for the entertainment she provides the men that do a long, boring job and relish the break and entertainment she provides.
I chuckle at her detractors. Mostly they are woman that have not done very well. These are generally the college educated set that got meaningless degrees and wound up as social workers and the like. It also galls the living hell out of them to see a politically incorrect woman with no degree make twice or three times of what they do.
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They are paid what they are worth which is what the market will bear. If they don't like it they can do something else. You can't have your cake and eat it, too.
They have choices just like everyone else. They can do something else.
The ones I like to hear moan and bellyache are the ones with student loans. They simply chose poorly. They took out a loan for an education that qualifies them for a poorly paying job. That's just plain stupid and I guess you can't fix it.
None of this is my problem and it shouldn't be anyone's problem but theirs. They had the same choices everyone else did. They simply chose poorly.
Then again, there's Flo.
She's a waitress in her mid 50s that lost her husband in an accident when she was in her thirties, buried him and never looked back.
She doesn't wait tables so much as she holds court. She's quite a character and has a huge following of truckers from all over the country.
She's a bleached blonde and carefully cultivated. Her hair and makeup are carefully tended to and her amply bosom is accentuated. She keeps her weight down and her aura she competently walks the thin line between classy and trashy. It's a carefully planned out picture she puts out to the public.
The truckers love her. Her appearance catches their eye and instantly lets them know she's sharp minded, confident and competent. They also know she has a pretty good sense of humor.
It's instantly obvious that this women likes men and being around them. Men instinctively like and trust her. More important, they look out for her.
A lot of women don't like her very much which is to be expected because they think she's cheap but they're wrong. She's not. They also say she's one of the guys. Here they are clearly wrong. She is a capable woman navigating in a man's world and does so with a special style. She's too damned smart to fall into the become one of the guys game. It never works out.
Many woman will say she's a waitress and it is here that they are clearly wrong. While she pours coffee and slings hash all day that's a small part of her. She's actually a highly skilled entertainer that draws quite a crowd.
People don't go there for the food. It's OK but nothing worth going out of the way for. They go there for the show and Flo sure puts one on.
I decided to throw her a curve and watch her field it. I knew she would easily but a laugh at my expense never costs me a dime.
I give her the "Marry me and I will take you away from all of this" line loud enough for it to be heard. I want to enter this fray!
She looks at me and laughs and turns her head. "Jimmy! You have some competition over here! This guy wants to marry me, too!"
People chuckle.
Then she turns to the guy sitting on my left and in a stage whisper says to him "I wouldn't let either of those two take me to a dog fight much less marry them!"
Coffee comes squirting out of the nose of the guy on my right. Everyone within earshot cracks up. I am delighted and laugh my ass off. It means I got her attention.
Someone pipes up, "Speaking of dog fights, Tommy Henshaw has a pit bull he wants to fight next week. I got a hundred bucks Tommy's pit bull wins."
There's no pit bull, or any dog fight coming up. It's just some of Joe Brewster's imaginary BS. It rates up there with my marriage proposal.
"I'll take twenty of that," snaps Flo. More chuckles.
I pay attention and watch a couple of people leave and notice that she's tipped exceptionally well. I also hear from the guy on my right, a regular, that she's generous and has picked up the tab for a few guys here and there that had been facing hard times.
I've been around the block and I know how that one works. She casts her bread on the water. Most people, especially women do not understand this. Apparently Flo does and I know damned good and well that if you cast your bread on the water you generally get back poached eggs on toast.
That guy that she gave an $8 meatloaf special to when he was having hard times will be back. He will order another $8 meat loaf special and leave a 20 or even a $50 bill under his plate when he leaves.
Of course this doesn't happen every single time, but if you know how to count you understand that casting your bread on the water like that almost always leaves you ahead of the game. Many men and most women do not understand this. The fact that they are simply cheapskates keeps them from getting ahead.
I'm quite certain that Flo makes damned good money there. I also believe that she doesn't depend on the diner for her success as owner depends on her for his success. People like that can go anywhere and get a job and do well.
Of course her antics would not go well in an upscale place where a lot of people think that the big money in waiting and waitress-ing is made. Still, I'm sure she does better than most of those people do. She does a much bigger volume and the truckers are fairly generous. Besides there are a lot more diners than big upscale restaurants. It's probably a lot easier for her to get another job. I daresay she probably gets offers from other places on a regular basis.
Besides they're not tipping her for basic truck stop food service. They're tipping her for the entertainment she provides the men that do a long, boring job and relish the break and entertainment she provides.
I chuckle at her detractors. Mostly they are woman that have not done very well. These are generally the college educated set that got meaningless degrees and wound up as social workers and the like. It also galls the living hell out of them to see a politically incorrect woman with no degree make twice or three times of what they do.
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Friday, February 8, 2019
I'm enlisted swine. We're SUPPOSED to marry whores, strippers and fat chicks.
I once said to an army major.
Of all of the ranks I had to deal with in the army the worst ones seemed to be majors. Captains ran company sized units, Lieutenant Colonels ran battalions, colonels ran regiments but there were no units to speak of for majors to run.
A majority was sort on a nothing rank that generally gets stuck into staff positions, most of which don't keep him busy enough so he spends time being a pain in the ass to enlisted men and junior officers.
My BnXO was the exception. He was a rough and tumble character that could drink and fight like the best of us. The stories that went around about him were that he had entered the service as an enlisted man.
Anyway, my wife did something so rinky dink I don't even remember what it was. In fact it was so insignificant that I never even bothered to say anything about it to her. She had other things to worry about. I think she turned around using the wrong parking place or something. Maybe it was the unused space reserved for the general or someone.
Some major saw her, asked who she was. Someone told her and I was summoned to the major's office. When I entered the Major was seated. My Battery Commander was standing there.
I was given a lecture and he explained to me that the conduct of my wife could have a serious effect on my army career.
I feigned innocence and answered, "But Sir," I said. "That only applies to officers and gentlemen. They are expected to marry ladies. I'm enlisted. We're SUPPOSED to marry whores, fat chicks and strippers!" My innocence and nativity shone through so brightly and pure it HAD to be real.
The major didn't know what to say. He was obviously quite uncomfortable.
"Uh, Sir," interrupted my BC. "I'll handle this."
The major replied, "Please do."
The two of us left. My BC looked at me and quietly said, "You asshole! You almost made me lose it in there!" He chuckled and then said, "It's OK. You did nothing wrong. Don't worry about it."
Then he broke up laughing and added "Your wife in none of those. Shes really quite charming and very attractive. She'd really make a fine officer's wife."
"I guess I broke the rules, huh?" I asked, rather smugly.
He smirked.
The story never went through the battery like shit through a goose because the major was too embarrassed to tell anyone and the BC only told the First Sergeant. They kept it under their hat.
The next day I ran into Top. He saw me and smirked.
"Whores, fat chicks and strippers, huh?" he asked. "What about my wife?" He wasn't looking for trouble. He was amused. He was busting my chops.
"I guess we both broke the rules, Huh, Top?"
'You squirmed out of that one pretty fast," he grinned and we both continued on our respective errands.
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Of all of the ranks I had to deal with in the army the worst ones seemed to be majors. Captains ran company sized units, Lieutenant Colonels ran battalions, colonels ran regiments but there were no units to speak of for majors to run.
A majority was sort on a nothing rank that generally gets stuck into staff positions, most of which don't keep him busy enough so he spends time being a pain in the ass to enlisted men and junior officers.
My BnXO was the exception. He was a rough and tumble character that could drink and fight like the best of us. The stories that went around about him were that he had entered the service as an enlisted man.
Anyway, my wife did something so rinky dink I don't even remember what it was. In fact it was so insignificant that I never even bothered to say anything about it to her. She had other things to worry about. I think she turned around using the wrong parking place or something. Maybe it was the unused space reserved for the general or someone.
Some major saw her, asked who she was. Someone told her and I was summoned to the major's office. When I entered the Major was seated. My Battery Commander was standing there.
I was given a lecture and he explained to me that the conduct of my wife could have a serious effect on my army career.
I feigned innocence and answered, "But Sir," I said. "That only applies to officers and gentlemen. They are expected to marry ladies. I'm enlisted. We're SUPPOSED to marry whores, fat chicks and strippers!" My innocence and nativity shone through so brightly and pure it HAD to be real.
The major didn't know what to say. He was obviously quite uncomfortable.
"Uh, Sir," interrupted my BC. "I'll handle this."
The major replied, "Please do."
The two of us left. My BC looked at me and quietly said, "You asshole! You almost made me lose it in there!" He chuckled and then said, "It's OK. You did nothing wrong. Don't worry about it."
Then he broke up laughing and added "Your wife in none of those. Shes really quite charming and very attractive. She'd really make a fine officer's wife."
"I guess I broke the rules, huh?" I asked, rather smugly.
He smirked.
The story never went through the battery like shit through a goose because the major was too embarrassed to tell anyone and the BC only told the First Sergeant. They kept it under their hat.
The next day I ran into Top. He saw me and smirked.
"Whores, fat chicks and strippers, huh?" he asked. "What about my wife?" He wasn't looking for trouble. He was amused. He was busting my chops.
"I guess we both broke the rules, Huh, Top?"
'You squirmed out of that one pretty fast," he grinned and we both continued on our respective errands.
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Marry me and I will take you away from all of this.
We will move to a nice little house in the suburbs with a white picket fence around it and raise 2.3 beautiful children and live forever together in wedded bliss.
I say it in a voice just oozing with sarcasm.
Is something I occasionally say to older women that look like they are having a bad day. They're generally cashiers in stores and if seldom fails to make them laugh.
There are a lot of jobs out there that just plain suck and need a little help. I sometimes try and make life easier for people.
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I say it in a voice just oozing with sarcasm.
Is something I occasionally say to older women that look like they are having a bad day. They're generally cashiers in stores and if seldom fails to make them laugh.
There are a lot of jobs out there that just plain suck and need a little help. I sometimes try and make life easier for people.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Stop staring at my wife's ass!
I forgot my shopping list and decided to try shopping my memory which is something I have done with varying results.
I was at the register behind a woman pushing her cart. Her husband was in front of the cart emptying it onto the belt. I was holding my items in a hand basket thinking. I was paying no attention to anyone because I was deep in thought trying to figure out if I had forgotten anything. I was looking down at about a 45 degree angle. doing the 10,000 yard stare. If I saw any part of the woman in front of me's anatomy it was probably her heels.
I caught some movement from her. She had turned around and glanced at me. I resumed my head down attitude and started trying to remember if I had forgotten anything. I suppose if anything I looked like an absent minded old man which I am.
A voice pulled me out of my stare. It was of the husband calling "Hey, you!" to me. I looked up and instantly saw an insecure looking young husband in his twenties. I looked at him.
"Stop checking out my wife's ass!" he snapped.
"Now why would I be checking out your wife's ass when my 67 year old wife has a far nicer pair of buns than her's?"
The embarrassed wife promptly blew a fuse with her husband.
While I suppose she felt somewhat insulted by my comment, she was livid with her husband for getting this started in the first place.
Knowing that sometimes discretion is the better part of valor, I picked up my basket, bid them both a good day and moved three aisles down to another cashier and let them settle it.
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I was at the register behind a woman pushing her cart. Her husband was in front of the cart emptying it onto the belt. I was holding my items in a hand basket thinking. I was paying no attention to anyone because I was deep in thought trying to figure out if I had forgotten anything. I was looking down at about a 45 degree angle. doing the 10,000 yard stare. If I saw any part of the woman in front of me's anatomy it was probably her heels.
I caught some movement from her. She had turned around and glanced at me. I resumed my head down attitude and started trying to remember if I had forgotten anything. I suppose if anything I looked like an absent minded old man which I am.
A voice pulled me out of my stare. It was of the husband calling "Hey, you!" to me. I looked up and instantly saw an insecure looking young husband in his twenties. I looked at him.
"Stop checking out my wife's ass!" he snapped.
"Now why would I be checking out your wife's ass when my 67 year old wife has a far nicer pair of buns than her's?"
The embarrassed wife promptly blew a fuse with her husband.
While I suppose she felt somewhat insulted by my comment, she was livid with her husband for getting this started in the first place.
Knowing that sometimes discretion is the better part of valor, I picked up my basket, bid them both a good day and moved three aisles down to another cashier and let them settle it.
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Tuesday, February 5, 2019
I always have a pretty good answer for women that ask me about kids.
On rare occasions when I talk to mothers with kids they ask me if I have any children.
I generally give them my canned answer because it enables me to keep score on my fingers. It's hard to remember all this crap so keeping score as I go along helps.
"I have ten children," goes the spiel. "Four daughters and six sons. One of my daughters is a surgical nurse, another is teaching economics at Colgate University. The twins are in Nevada where one is a showgirl in Las Vegas and the other is the madame of a brothel in Elko."
"Of my six sons, one is an orthopedic surgeon, the next one is an Air Force pilot. The twins boys are in prison for a bank robbery they would have gotten away with clean if their idiot cousin had kept his mouth shut and gotten them all caught. The next son just made captain in the Marine Corps and the youngest just got promoted to corporal in the French Foreign Legion."
It always draws pretty stunned looks.
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I generally give them my canned answer because it enables me to keep score on my fingers. It's hard to remember all this crap so keeping score as I go along helps.
"I have ten children," goes the spiel. "Four daughters and six sons. One of my daughters is a surgical nurse, another is teaching economics at Colgate University. The twins are in Nevada where one is a showgirl in Las Vegas and the other is the madame of a brothel in Elko."
"Of my six sons, one is an orthopedic surgeon, the next one is an Air Force pilot. The twins boys are in prison for a bank robbery they would have gotten away with clean if their idiot cousin had kept his mouth shut and gotten them all caught. The next son just made captain in the Marine Corps and the youngest just got promoted to corporal in the French Foreign Legion."
It always draws pretty stunned looks.
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Monday, February 4, 2019
I suppose what I have for professional sports is worse than hate.
I just heard who won the Superbowl. I didn't ask, someone just told me. I'm indifferent.
The opposite of love is not hate. It's indifference.
I've been indifferent to professional sports for decades. About the only mainstream sport I have watched in years was when I watched a pretty good Pony League baseball game a couple of years back.
I brown-bagged a beer and ate a couple of $1.50 hot dogs in the bleachers. Someone's mom gave me the ins and outs of who was who and so on. It was a pretty good game.
Truth is I watched those kids play their hearts out for love of the game instead of some huge contract.
Someone said that Pete Rose would have played for $20,000 a season and a case of beer. I do believe he was right but Pete Rose was an exception.
We idolize these people and cover for them when they misbehave. We listen to their opinions just the way we do with Hollywood celebrities. Actually this makes sense in a way because professional sports is just another form of entertainment.
If some hotshot football player gets into a brawl somewhere and tossed in the can for an overnight you can bet that the following day the sportswriters are going to make all sorts of excuses for him. He'll be playing come Monday Night football.
What bull$hit!
And, of course, I am expected to buy it. I may be crazy but I am NOT stupid. I don't buy that crap for one minute.
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I just read an article about ''White flight from football". It was an interesting piece. Actually while a lot of whites are not playing the sport, a lot of minorities are not playing it either.
They pointed out that a lot of the young people,admittedly mainly white, are opting to play lacrosse and soccer instead of high school football.
Actually this tells me that a lot of people in general are starting to smarten up a bit. There are any number of old men limping around that have suffered their entire lives with injuries they got playing high school football.
Incidentally I went food shopping yesterday during the game because I figured everyone would be watching it and the stores would be empty. I was wrong. The stores were somewhat busier than usual. I guess a lot of people thought the same way I did.
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Several years ago someone wondered why I didn't have a Steelers shirt. I told them I didn't want one. I also told them if someone was stupid enough to give me one I would throw it away.
Several days later they came by and handed me a Steelers jersey and I took it from him and immediately walked over and threw it in the trash can and watched him go into shock.
If course he was all offended but I pointed out to him that I told him I didn't want one and that if I was given one I would trash it. Apparently he didn't seem to get it.
I live in a town with a serious football problem and pretty much find myself staying quiet about things related to football because a lot of people take it far too seriously.
Wearing a non Steelers shirt here during the regular season is likely to get someone beaten senseless...over a stupid game.
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While I am not a football fan I do have to say that the Patriots will likely be invited to the White House and they will accept and the team will conduct themselves with dignity. Any player that doesn't will be thrown out on his ass.
Something to be said here about how they run that team.
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One of the things I sometimes do
when someone wants to know about me is to post a link to here.
There are not a whole lot of people out there that make their lives an open book.
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There are not a whole lot of people out there that make their lives an open book.
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Sunday, February 3, 2019
Second lieutenant, unpromotable.
I have mentioned before that when I went through basic the standards were so low that it made me look like a rocket scientist.
I was a high school graduate and that was about it yet for some odd reason I was offered a shot at OCS. I was actually pretty lucky because someone somewhere along the line told me that one of the military schools had some program where you would take an Associate's degree, commission and be promoted to first lieutenant upon completing a bachelor's degree. Until they got their degree they would stay at the bottom of the heap.
My drill sergeant called me in and made the OCS offer to me and told me what a great deal it was and so on. I simply told him I did not want to be an unpromotable second lieutenant.
He and the assistant drill sergeant started trying to sell me on the program. I wasn't interested. I had been forewarned.
I said to them "Look, you two guys may not be too bright but you're both brighter than I am. How come you guys didn't jump on this program?"
Much to their credit, right then and there they caved in and agreed with me that it was kind of a sad deal career wise, although there was one thing to be said for it. I probably could have gotten a college education out of the deal.
Still, four years as an unpromotable second lieutenant would have really been a total drag and a lousy start if I had been service career oriented.
I think that was one of the few programs the army had that kind of sucked.
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I was a high school graduate and that was about it yet for some odd reason I was offered a shot at OCS. I was actually pretty lucky because someone somewhere along the line told me that one of the military schools had some program where you would take an Associate's degree, commission and be promoted to first lieutenant upon completing a bachelor's degree. Until they got their degree they would stay at the bottom of the heap.
My drill sergeant called me in and made the OCS offer to me and told me what a great deal it was and so on. I simply told him I did not want to be an unpromotable second lieutenant.
He and the assistant drill sergeant started trying to sell me on the program. I wasn't interested. I had been forewarned.
I said to them "Look, you two guys may not be too bright but you're both brighter than I am. How come you guys didn't jump on this program?"
Much to their credit, right then and there they caved in and agreed with me that it was kind of a sad deal career wise, although there was one thing to be said for it. I probably could have gotten a college education out of the deal.
Still, four years as an unpromotable second lieutenant would have really been a total drag and a lousy start if I had been service career oriented.
I think that was one of the few programs the army had that kind of sucked.
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One of the things that I see is an awful lot of hate.
I have been treated with a condescending attitude by leftists that are in denial about how things work. They deny that voter fraud even exists and play by the Alinsky playbook.
It's very easy the handle.
You just tell them that Donald Trump lives in the White House.
Their hate will let Trump live in their heads rent free.
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It's very easy the handle.
You just tell them that Donald Trump lives in the White House.
Their hate will let Trump live in their heads rent free.
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Saturday, February 2, 2019
We slept in our clothes.
I am now 67 years old and have spent probably somewhere around 20% of my life sleeping in my clothes.
I spoke with another survivor of his wild years. We're roughly the same age and chewed a lot of the same dirt and swallowed gallons of the same seawater. We both have far more dead friends than alive friends. When we spoke he chuckled that back in the day we slept in our clothes.
That got me thinking. Back then I slept alone I slept in my clothes. It was simply the way we lived under the circumstances.
We're not talking underclothes but street clothes.
As a kid I camped a lot. An awful lot and for that matter my bedroom was a screened in porch for most of the year, sometimes year round. Come spring, summer and early fall I'd sleep in my underwear but come winter I slept in my clothes. Of course before school I would change into school clothes but when I got home I'd change into my normal attire and often I would sleep in them.
When I went into the army we'd sleep in our clothes in the field. We all did. Sometimes, but rarely, we'd slip off our boots and leave them laces loosely so we could slip them on. But generally we slept ready to go in an instant.
After I got out of the army and lived in the tipi for 14 months I slept in my clothes. In the winter it was somewhat of a necessity and in the summer it was simply to be ready for anything at any time.
Of course, hitch hiking all over hell it's a no brainer that I slept in my clothes. One had to be ready to vacate in a moment's notice and clear out if the long arm of the law decided to roust me. I could get out of the sleeping bag, shoulder my pack, throw my sleeping bag over my shoulder and be gone in a matter of seconds.
In the winter it was practically a necessity if it was cold out.
I slept in my clothes all the way to Alaska and when I arrived there I continued because I had to be ready to move in a moment's notice. On the fish boats we slept that way because we had to be ready to go in an instant. However on the boats and some camp situations we were given the luxury of taking our footwear off.
I never lived in a normal housing unit for the entire near decade I lived in Alaska and as a result I slept in my clothes. I lived in camper trailers and on a sailboat when I wasn't fishing.
It simply was the way it was.
Things changed a lot when I met my wife and moved in with her. I got somewhat civilized.
Also I do work at sea but it is a lot more civilized than the fish boats were. I now have the luxury of being able to take my work clothes off before I sack out. I sleep with soft flannel sheets at sea because I have never really managed to sleep in starched cotton sheets for some reason. They are too stiff and crunchy for my tastes.
These days I seldom sleep in my clothes but occasionally it does happen.
I work at sea and after my tour is up it is generally followed by at the very least six hours of driving and it is a given I return home beat. When that happens I sometimes just kick my shoes off, lay down on the couch and cover myself with a throw blanket and crash. I still sleep pretty good that way. Of course by then I could sleep anywhere.
Still, I do prefer to sleep in my underwear. After the way things were I actually consider it a luxury to be able to undress before I go to sleep.
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I spoke with another survivor of his wild years. We're roughly the same age and chewed a lot of the same dirt and swallowed gallons of the same seawater. We both have far more dead friends than alive friends. When we spoke he chuckled that back in the day we slept in our clothes.
That got me thinking. Back then I slept alone I slept in my clothes. It was simply the way we lived under the circumstances.
We're not talking underclothes but street clothes.
As a kid I camped a lot. An awful lot and for that matter my bedroom was a screened in porch for most of the year, sometimes year round. Come spring, summer and early fall I'd sleep in my underwear but come winter I slept in my clothes. Of course before school I would change into school clothes but when I got home I'd change into my normal attire and often I would sleep in them.
When I went into the army we'd sleep in our clothes in the field. We all did. Sometimes, but rarely, we'd slip off our boots and leave them laces loosely so we could slip them on. But generally we slept ready to go in an instant.
After I got out of the army and lived in the tipi for 14 months I slept in my clothes. In the winter it was somewhat of a necessity and in the summer it was simply to be ready for anything at any time.
Of course, hitch hiking all over hell it's a no brainer that I slept in my clothes. One had to be ready to vacate in a moment's notice and clear out if the long arm of the law decided to roust me. I could get out of the sleeping bag, shoulder my pack, throw my sleeping bag over my shoulder and be gone in a matter of seconds.
In the winter it was practically a necessity if it was cold out.
I slept in my clothes all the way to Alaska and when I arrived there I continued because I had to be ready to move in a moment's notice. On the fish boats we slept that way because we had to be ready to go in an instant. However on the boats and some camp situations we were given the luxury of taking our footwear off.
I never lived in a normal housing unit for the entire near decade I lived in Alaska and as a result I slept in my clothes. I lived in camper trailers and on a sailboat when I wasn't fishing.
It simply was the way it was.
Things changed a lot when I met my wife and moved in with her. I got somewhat civilized.
Also I do work at sea but it is a lot more civilized than the fish boats were. I now have the luxury of being able to take my work clothes off before I sack out. I sleep with soft flannel sheets at sea because I have never really managed to sleep in starched cotton sheets for some reason. They are too stiff and crunchy for my tastes.
These days I seldom sleep in my clothes but occasionally it does happen.
I work at sea and after my tour is up it is generally followed by at the very least six hours of driving and it is a given I return home beat. When that happens I sometimes just kick my shoes off, lay down on the couch and cover myself with a throw blanket and crash. I still sleep pretty good that way. Of course by then I could sleep anywhere.
Still, I do prefer to sleep in my underwear. After the way things were I actually consider it a luxury to be able to undress before I go to sleep.
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Buy your own.
Back when I was commercial fishing practically every skipper pretty much ran his boat the way he wanted to and that was that.
The crew really had little if any input. The entire success or failure of a trip season or even and entire career rested entirely on the shoulders of the skipper. Snowflakes today would probably call it slavery but it really wasn't. One could simply quit at any time.
One time I made an unsolicited suggestion and was given the answer, "Buy your own." It was in reference to the boat and gear.
At first I was annoyed that he wouldn't even open his ears but almost immediately saw what the deal was. The skipper had managed to finance a million bucks worth of boat and another million dollars in gear. (mid 1980s money here) I was free to do that myself if I wanted to.
I immediately saw his point of view on the subject and in typical smart assedry I flippantly replied that "I was going to buy a boat twice as big as his and split the entire gross up with the crew so we could all be rich and be surrounded by women in bikinis and high heels!"
The skipper laughed the loudest and he looked at me and said, "You do that, Pic!"
He was actually a kind soul because later when the gear work was done and the beer was opened he would take time out to show me on the charts where we were going to fish and why he chose those particular spots. The was very rare in a skipper. They generally never let anyone know where they were fishing if the spot was profitable. In return I was expected to keep my mouth shut.
Still, the decisions were his. He ran his boat the way he wanted and
that was pretty much the way it was.
A lot of other skippers were no way near as kind or as helpful. You were there as hired arms and legs, period.
Still, one has to realize that the skippers buy their boats with the intent of bettering themselves and if the boat they procured requires a crew then they create jobs. Creating jobs in turn creates wealth.
Some skippers go a somewhat different route. They buy a smaller boat and man it alone. Stay small and keep it all. One can make a decent living this way but making any real money requires a bigger boat and a crew. One does not take a 35 foot troller out into the Bering Sea or even into the open ocean for very long.
Anyway back to task. The skipper/owner is given the liberty to run his boat his own way, subject to the various rules and regulations set by law. It's his call as to where and how to fish and for what. He picks his own crew and also the crew picks him. It is an at will situation. The skipper can fire his crew and the crew is free to leave.
Skippers that make money generally have few problems finding a good crew. Skippers that don't play hell with a competent crew. They generally wind up settling for newbies and incompetents.
Often times good crew members wind up becoming skippers by getting their own boats. They buy their own. I have seen this any number of times with varying degrees of success. Of course, being a good crewman does not automatically make one a good skipper so the weeding out process takes place. The new skippers either succeed or fail and the process goes on and on.
Failure can come in many ways. One can simply go broke and lose the boat to the banks. That's financial failure and is probably the best way to fail.
However in the fishing business the other failure is to lose the boat at sea. More often than not this means loss of life. Generally when a boat goes down it is with all hands. That's the ultimate loss.
Boats go down for a lot of reasons but most of the reasons entail money. Lack of maintenance (which costs money) is one reason.
Pushing the weather is another. There are a number of reasons skippers push weather. It generally boils down to money. Boat payments have to be made and they don't stop because of bad weather. A skipper trying to make payments is likely to take a lot more risks than one that outright owns his own.
The other reason is out and out greed. Greed makes a man lose his sense of what is safe and what isn't. They generally are willing to take bigger risks for bigger paychecks.
From a crewman's point of view, the ideal skipper is a good fisherman and a free and clear boat owner who keeps his boat maintained and isn't too greedy. He knows that sometimes coming in broke ain't such a bad deal. He has enough in savings so he can afford to run for cover if the weather gets too dirty.
He also knows how to put fish on board and make money so as to be able to keep a crew happy.
Finding the ideal skipper is a hard job at best. Fishing is one hell of a way to make a living. As a former fisherman I can say that by the time I was 35 I had more dead friends than living friends. I attribute my longevity to nothing more or less than dumb luck because even the best skippers can run out of luck.
This often breeds strange bedfellows. I knew of a pair of men that went into a partnership of sorts. One of them had very little formal education. The other had graduated from the US Naval Academy at at Annapolis. They were quite a team. One had the incredible ability to make balky mechanical things work under less than ideal circumstances.The other ran much of the business end of things. It was somewhat funny to watch those two.
Still, I can honestly say that I can certainly see why someone would go into that line of work. It is one of the last fields of endeavor where a man can enter it and truly be his own boss and master of his own destiny. He doesn't need a formal education to be highly successful. It does draw an independent breed of person, though.
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The crew really had little if any input. The entire success or failure of a trip season or even and entire career rested entirely on the shoulders of the skipper. Snowflakes today would probably call it slavery but it really wasn't. One could simply quit at any time.
One time I made an unsolicited suggestion and was given the answer, "Buy your own." It was in reference to the boat and gear.
At first I was annoyed that he wouldn't even open his ears but almost immediately saw what the deal was. The skipper had managed to finance a million bucks worth of boat and another million dollars in gear. (mid 1980s money here) I was free to do that myself if I wanted to.
I immediately saw his point of view on the subject and in typical smart assedry I flippantly replied that "I was going to buy a boat twice as big as his and split the entire gross up with the crew so we could all be rich and be surrounded by women in bikinis and high heels!"
The skipper laughed the loudest and he looked at me and said, "You do that, Pic!"
He was actually a kind soul because later when the gear work was done and the beer was opened he would take time out to show me on the charts where we were going to fish and why he chose those particular spots. The was very rare in a skipper. They generally never let anyone know where they were fishing if the spot was profitable. In return I was expected to keep my mouth shut.
Still, the decisions were his. He ran his boat the way he wanted and
that was pretty much the way it was.
A lot of other skippers were no way near as kind or as helpful. You were there as hired arms and legs, period.
Still, one has to realize that the skippers buy their boats with the intent of bettering themselves and if the boat they procured requires a crew then they create jobs. Creating jobs in turn creates wealth.
Some skippers go a somewhat different route. They buy a smaller boat and man it alone. Stay small and keep it all. One can make a decent living this way but making any real money requires a bigger boat and a crew. One does not take a 35 foot troller out into the Bering Sea or even into the open ocean for very long.
Anyway back to task. The skipper/owner is given the liberty to run his boat his own way, subject to the various rules and regulations set by law. It's his call as to where and how to fish and for what. He picks his own crew and also the crew picks him. It is an at will situation. The skipper can fire his crew and the crew is free to leave.
Skippers that make money generally have few problems finding a good crew. Skippers that don't play hell with a competent crew. They generally wind up settling for newbies and incompetents.
Often times good crew members wind up becoming skippers by getting their own boats. They buy their own. I have seen this any number of times with varying degrees of success. Of course, being a good crewman does not automatically make one a good skipper so the weeding out process takes place. The new skippers either succeed or fail and the process goes on and on.
Failure can come in many ways. One can simply go broke and lose the boat to the banks. That's financial failure and is probably the best way to fail.
However in the fishing business the other failure is to lose the boat at sea. More often than not this means loss of life. Generally when a boat goes down it is with all hands. That's the ultimate loss.
Boats go down for a lot of reasons but most of the reasons entail money. Lack of maintenance (which costs money) is one reason.
Pushing the weather is another. There are a number of reasons skippers push weather. It generally boils down to money. Boat payments have to be made and they don't stop because of bad weather. A skipper trying to make payments is likely to take a lot more risks than one that outright owns his own.
The other reason is out and out greed. Greed makes a man lose his sense of what is safe and what isn't. They generally are willing to take bigger risks for bigger paychecks.
From a crewman's point of view, the ideal skipper is a good fisherman and a free and clear boat owner who keeps his boat maintained and isn't too greedy. He knows that sometimes coming in broke ain't such a bad deal. He has enough in savings so he can afford to run for cover if the weather gets too dirty.
He also knows how to put fish on board and make money so as to be able to keep a crew happy.
Finding the ideal skipper is a hard job at best. Fishing is one hell of a way to make a living. As a former fisherman I can say that by the time I was 35 I had more dead friends than living friends. I attribute my longevity to nothing more or less than dumb luck because even the best skippers can run out of luck.
This often breeds strange bedfellows. I knew of a pair of men that went into a partnership of sorts. One of them had very little formal education. The other had graduated from the US Naval Academy at at Annapolis. They were quite a team. One had the incredible ability to make balky mechanical things work under less than ideal circumstances.The other ran much of the business end of things. It was somewhat funny to watch those two.
Still, I can honestly say that I can certainly see why someone would go into that line of work. It is one of the last fields of endeavor where a man can enter it and truly be his own boss and master of his own destiny. He doesn't need a formal education to be highly successful. It does draw an independent breed of person, though.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
Friday, February 1, 2019
from a corrections guy
When I first started in the prisons in 1974 every prison had it's own farm outside the walls. We grew all sorts of vegetable crops, hay and we raised beef, pigs chickens and lambs all on inmate labor from the ones close to getting released.
Everything we raised and grew was served in the mess halls as honestly great and absolutely fresh food. I sat on a horse with a 12 gauge shotgun and 38 S&W overlooking the fields and never had a trustee try any dumb shit.
Then the liberals called it slave labor and we closed every farm, sold the live stock and let the farm fields get over grown. They eat canned and frozen veggies and garbage beef, chicken and pork plus powdered milk now but we could not assign them to work the farms.
We also had outside work crews that cleaned the trash from the roads and maintained the town fire house, church and cemetery lawns and they stopped that to for the same BS slave labor claim. The convicts loved getting out every day to work the farm and it was an honor for them while they actually learned some good skills in caring for animals and farming with tractors and machinery they had never seen while living in the city.
Everything we raised and grew was served in the mess halls as honestly great and absolutely fresh food. I sat on a horse with a 12 gauge shotgun and 38 S&W overlooking the fields and never had a trustee try any dumb shit.
Then the liberals called it slave labor and we closed every farm, sold the live stock and let the farm fields get over grown. They eat canned and frozen veggies and garbage beef, chicken and pork plus powdered milk now but we could not assign them to work the farms.
We also had outside work crews that cleaned the trash from the roads and maintained the town fire house, church and cemetery lawns and they stopped that to for the same BS slave labor claim. The convicts loved getting out every day to work the farm and it was an honor for them while they actually learned some good skills in caring for animals and farming with tractors and machinery they had never seen while living in the city.
Socialist liberals fucked it up and the first few years after all the farms closed were a nightmare in the prisons while the cons had nothing to do and nothing to work toward like being an honor inmate and getting outside the walls daily.
This was written by a guy that was a corrections officer a while back. I found it to be interesting so I lifted it with his permission.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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