Here we go again.
Another nationwide round of rioting.
Someone got murdered by a cop. Said cop is facing a murder charge for killing said someone.
Crime committed, perpetrator caught, perp being prosecuted. It should now read 'The End' but I guess the BLM people are not satisfied. Besides the sneakers that they looted the last time wore out and it's time for a new pair.
Was George Floyd murdered? It sure looks like it to me.
Was the murdered apprehended? Yup.
Is the murderer facing prosecution? Yup.
That should end that right there.
Instead the BLM and others have decided to eulogize George Floyd with rioting and looting. These will be referred to in the future as thee George Floyd riots. Nice.
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Sunday, May 31, 2020
Saturday, May 30, 2020
A MAN EATING chicken.
Oh well. I tried.
On Nextdoor there was a big ballyhoo about a turtle someone found.
I offered to show them a MAN EATING CHICKEN! I told them if they wanted to see it they can take me to KFC and buy me a 3 piece meal I would show them a man eating chicken.
Even money some dumb $hit takes me up on it.
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On Nextdoor there was a big ballyhoo about a turtle someone found.
I offered to show them a MAN EATING CHICKEN! I told them if they wanted to see it they can take me to KFC and buy me a 3 piece meal I would show them a man eating chicken.
Even money some dumb $hit takes me up on it.
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Friday, May 29, 2020
Of Nazis, nuns and German shepherds. I scare myself.
A couple of posts ago I told someone that my kids (that I don't have) scour the porn sites looking up the good stuff for me.
I said my favorite porn is Nazis, nuns and German Shepherds.
That one came out of my mouth too fast. Much too fast.
I'll admit it's a pretty good one. It IS a real head turner that makes someone wonder when they hear it. It's some pretty sick $hit. Still, it came out of my mouth without a second thought. Where the hell did I come up with that one on such short notice?
Actually that's not the one that scares me. A while ago I had to listen to some guy brag about his kid. When I bored with that I asked him what grade the kid was in and he told me he was in the 8th grade.
"Cool," I said. "That's a good age. How about you let me hand him $100 and get him to pick up a bag of weed for me when he gets back to class?"
"What!?" he snapped back.
"Yeah. You know that the dealers on the Northside are always ripping seniors off. The only way to get decent weed is from a kid in school."
Much to his credit he recognized a troll when he saw one.
Still, that came out of my mouth way too fast and way too easy for comfort.
Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me.
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I said my favorite porn is Nazis, nuns and German Shepherds.
That one came out of my mouth too fast. Much too fast.
I'll admit it's a pretty good one. It IS a real head turner that makes someone wonder when they hear it. It's some pretty sick $hit. Still, it came out of my mouth without a second thought. Where the hell did I come up with that one on such short notice?
Actually that's not the one that scares me. A while ago I had to listen to some guy brag about his kid. When I bored with that I asked him what grade the kid was in and he told me he was in the 8th grade.
"Cool," I said. "That's a good age. How about you let me hand him $100 and get him to pick up a bag of weed for me when he gets back to class?"
"What!?" he snapped back.
"Yeah. You know that the dealers on the Northside are always ripping seniors off. The only way to get decent weed is from a kid in school."
Much to his credit he recognized a troll when he saw one.
Still, that came out of my mouth way too fast and way too easy for comfort.
Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me.
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Thursday, May 28, 2020
Busy today
I might post something later on.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Oprah didn't do some people a favor when she gave everyone in her audience a free car
because I'm sure some of the people in the audience didn't understand that the car was considered taxable income.
When you are making about $35,000/year and get handed a $35,000 automobile you're gonna get clobbered for the taxes of a $70,000 income. That means some poor slob is going to have to conjure up a fast chunk of change of probably over ten grand come April 15th.
Of course if he is a dumb $hit and doesn't realize it's taxable income he's REALLY going to get clobbered if the IRS figures out he didn't put it in his tax returns.
Personally unless it exactly what I want to have as a daily driver (fat chance. I drive a manual) then I would have gone straight to the dealer and sold it right back to him.
I suppose I would have made out OK but I'm sure the wonderful 'BRAND NEW CAR!' she gave out probably hurt some people.
Incidentally this 'Brand New Car' bull$hit really doesn't impress me even a little bit.
I remember back in '00 when I was buying the 'Silver Bullet' and the dealer used the 'Brand New Car' cliche one time too many on me and got quite an earful from me.
I told him to take his brand new car bull$hit and shove it up his a$$ because I wasn't looking for a brand new car. I was actually looking for a 2 year, 3 model year old car for about 50% of what it cost new but the used market had changed and I was being more or less financially forced to buy new.
He went into shock because he thought EVERYONE in the entire planet was going to be all agog over getting a brand new car. I read him scripture and taught him otherwise.
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When you are making about $35,000/year and get handed a $35,000 automobile you're gonna get clobbered for the taxes of a $70,000 income. That means some poor slob is going to have to conjure up a fast chunk of change of probably over ten grand come April 15th.
Of course if he is a dumb $hit and doesn't realize it's taxable income he's REALLY going to get clobbered if the IRS figures out he didn't put it in his tax returns.
Personally unless it exactly what I want to have as a daily driver (fat chance. I drive a manual) then I would have gone straight to the dealer and sold it right back to him.
I suppose I would have made out OK but I'm sure the wonderful 'BRAND NEW CAR!' she gave out probably hurt some people.
Incidentally this 'Brand New Car' bull$hit really doesn't impress me even a little bit.
I remember back in '00 when I was buying the 'Silver Bullet' and the dealer used the 'Brand New Car' cliche one time too many on me and got quite an earful from me.
I told him to take his brand new car bull$hit and shove it up his a$$ because I wasn't looking for a brand new car. I was actually looking for a 2 year, 3 model year old car for about 50% of what it cost new but the used market had changed and I was being more or less financially forced to buy new.
He went into shock because he thought EVERYONE in the entire planet was going to be all agog over getting a brand new car. I read him scripture and taught him otherwise.
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On another internet board someone asked about keeping their kids away from porn.
Why? I asked.
"My kids dig around the porn sites and find all the good stuff with Nazis, Nuns and German Shepherds and pass it on to me."
Watch. Someone is going to ask me how old my kids are and I'm going to tell them they are six and eight.
Let's see how that one goes over.
It's kind of like the woman that asked me how old my wife was. I told her I married her in West Virginia and when she finishes high school we're going to have a whole bunch of kids together.
I would not be surprised to hear someone has turned me in. That would be a hoot to hear about.
Update. Someone took the bait and asked how old the kids were.
"The six year old really has an eagle eye for the good smut. Wow! You guys should see the one he found for me!"
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"My kids dig around the porn sites and find all the good stuff with Nazis, Nuns and German Shepherds and pass it on to me."
Watch. Someone is going to ask me how old my kids are and I'm going to tell them they are six and eight.
Let's see how that one goes over.
It's kind of like the woman that asked me how old my wife was. I told her I married her in West Virginia and when she finishes high school we're going to have a whole bunch of kids together.
I would not be surprised to hear someone has turned me in. That would be a hoot to hear about.
Update. Someone took the bait and asked how old the kids were.
"The six year old really has an eagle eye for the good smut. Wow! You guys should see the one he found for me!"
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Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Ah, yes. The alligator lady.
She is the one that moans and bellyaches over hunting, firearm ownership and killing of animals for any reason whatsoever.
Until, of course she wakes up to discover an alligator in her front yard.
That's when they simply want it gone and don't care how it disappears.
See? It's different when it happens to you.
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Until, of course she wakes up to discover an alligator in her front yard.
That's when they simply want it gone and don't care how it disappears.
See? It's different when it happens to you.
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Monday, May 25, 2020
I am beginning to think that the thing to do with a lot of the little Karens is
to shave their heads.
At least for first offense.
The Underground did that during WW2 to women that slept with the Germans and it would serve nicely as a first warning to the little Karens that have turned into little snitches.
Second warning I won't post here.
I do think I should dig out my scanner and start monitoring local police calls. A women on NextDoor recommended that and said she has learned a lot about the way the little Karens work.
Of course the police hotline/tiplines were started as a means of solving crimes. It's actually the duty of the people to assist the police to an extent in solving crimes. Robert Peel, who wrote about modern policework back in the day actually said 'the people are the police'.
One of the tests of a good law isn't how it will be used. It's about how it will be abused.
When Berlin was reunited they released almost all of the STASI records EXCEPT the snitch lines. They didn't do this because they saw what kind of chaos it would create. I'm sure there would have been a lot of vengeance killings. Based on snitch reports the STASI made a large number of people disappear.
It was abused horribly and used to settle petty differences and family feuds.
Same thing is starting with tiplines. They were opened to help solve legitimate crimes like robbery, murder and what have you.
Instead they have degenerated to things like barking dogs, mowing a lawn the wrong way and in many cases outright lies.
Couple that with a red flag law on guns and just about any honest citizen will be able to have their rights taken from them simply because Karen is afraid of anyone being armed. All Karen has to do is call in and lie that So and So was seen in a threatening manner and it's adios Civil Rights.
I would just LOVE to have those files opened.
Joe? You turned in a hatchet murderer? Good. Go in peace.
Ah, yes. Little Karen. You tried to turn in your neighbor because you didn't like the way he mowed his lawn. Have a seat on the barber chair. You're gonna like the way you look. The cue ball look is big this year. Zip, zip, zip.
And you, another little Karen. You lied and had Jimmy's civil rights taken away from him because you thought shooting Bambi was wrong even though Jimmy has eight mouths to feed. Have a seat. We'll get with YOU in a few minutes. Hope you brought your check book.
Oh, and its a male Karen. Too bad your wife has more balls than you. You ratted out the kids playing baseball in the vacant yard. No problem. We'll let you settle that one with the kids. (You poor bastard! Kids are cruel and relentless. Paint remover is on sale at Lowe's. Stock up.)
Lefty Davis! I see where you got wind of who the burglars were that were robbing the neighborhood blind and reported it. Good deal. Swing by the house for a beer.
Oh, it's YOU. You're the little cherub that reported every single person you saw that wasn't wearing a mask, including people that were gardening, mowing their lawns or washing their patio. Sit in the barber chair, please. Oh, and while we're at it, don't try to resist. It will get painful as it's Elmer's turn to be barber and he doesn't like you very much after what you did to him. If you don't resist he will use the clippers. If you do resist he'll probably opt for the straight razor. Your choice.
I suppose if a lot of people see this and read it there will be a few that think that what I have said is awful...at least until they see THEIR name on the list of people that have been ratted out for nothing by these self righteous people.
Then watch them ask for THEIR turn to man the clippers.
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At least for first offense.
The Underground did that during WW2 to women that slept with the Germans and it would serve nicely as a first warning to the little Karens that have turned into little snitches.
Second warning I won't post here.
I do think I should dig out my scanner and start monitoring local police calls. A women on NextDoor recommended that and said she has learned a lot about the way the little Karens work.
Of course the police hotline/tiplines were started as a means of solving crimes. It's actually the duty of the people to assist the police to an extent in solving crimes. Robert Peel, who wrote about modern policework back in the day actually said 'the people are the police'.
One of the tests of a good law isn't how it will be used. It's about how it will be abused.
When Berlin was reunited they released almost all of the STASI records EXCEPT the snitch lines. They didn't do this because they saw what kind of chaos it would create. I'm sure there would have been a lot of vengeance killings. Based on snitch reports the STASI made a large number of people disappear.
It was abused horribly and used to settle petty differences and family feuds.
Same thing is starting with tiplines. They were opened to help solve legitimate crimes like robbery, murder and what have you.
Instead they have degenerated to things like barking dogs, mowing a lawn the wrong way and in many cases outright lies.
Couple that with a red flag law on guns and just about any honest citizen will be able to have their rights taken from them simply because Karen is afraid of anyone being armed. All Karen has to do is call in and lie that So and So was seen in a threatening manner and it's adios Civil Rights.
I would just LOVE to have those files opened.
Joe? You turned in a hatchet murderer? Good. Go in peace.
Ah, yes. Little Karen. You tried to turn in your neighbor because you didn't like the way he mowed his lawn. Have a seat on the barber chair. You're gonna like the way you look. The cue ball look is big this year. Zip, zip, zip.
And you, another little Karen. You lied and had Jimmy's civil rights taken away from him because you thought shooting Bambi was wrong even though Jimmy has eight mouths to feed. Have a seat. We'll get with YOU in a few minutes. Hope you brought your check book.
Oh, and its a male Karen. Too bad your wife has more balls than you. You ratted out the kids playing baseball in the vacant yard. No problem. We'll let you settle that one with the kids. (You poor bastard! Kids are cruel and relentless. Paint remover is on sale at Lowe's. Stock up.)
Lefty Davis! I see where you got wind of who the burglars were that were robbing the neighborhood blind and reported it. Good deal. Swing by the house for a beer.
Oh, it's YOU. You're the little cherub that reported every single person you saw that wasn't wearing a mask, including people that were gardening, mowing their lawns or washing their patio. Sit in the barber chair, please. Oh, and while we're at it, don't try to resist. It will get painful as it's Elmer's turn to be barber and he doesn't like you very much after what you did to him. If you don't resist he will use the clippers. If you do resist he'll probably opt for the straight razor. Your choice.
I suppose if a lot of people see this and read it there will be a few that think that what I have said is awful...at least until they see THEIR name on the list of people that have been ratted out for nothing by these self righteous people.
Then watch them ask for THEIR turn to man the clippers.
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One of the things about this blog
is that every day I have to conjure up something to write about. I have to pull something out of my ass daily.
It's not too bad but every so often I draw a blank and look in a mirror and watch my brain dribble out my ears.
One of the things that sometimes drives me stark staring bonkers is when sometime during the day I get an idea for a post that will practically write itself.
What generally happens during the day is I forget what my idea was.
Not this time.
Yesterday someone said to me that it's OK to wear a mask even though you are doing something that does not require one.
I replied, "Sort of like a concealed handgun, right?"
She didn't like that very much.
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It's not too bad but every so often I draw a blank and look in a mirror and watch my brain dribble out my ears.
One of the things that sometimes drives me stark staring bonkers is when sometime during the day I get an idea for a post that will practically write itself.
What generally happens during the day is I forget what my idea was.
Not this time.
Yesterday someone said to me that it's OK to wear a mask even though you are doing something that does not require one.
I replied, "Sort of like a concealed handgun, right?"
She didn't like that very much.
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Sunday, May 24, 2020
An interesting comment
over a recent fire.
"I got $10 on homeless being involved. Goes with my rule of 'poor people ruin everything'.
It's an interesting comment. There's more than a kernel of truth to some of it. The homeless do start a lot of fires and destroy a lot of property. It seems that a lot of abandoned buildings get broken into and then someone decides to start a fire to either cook or keep warm on and then it's snap, crackle and pop as they take off running leaving a building on fire.
Of course they generally get away with it. Even if they are caught little seems to be done to them. They are generally released. Needless to say, asking them to pay for the damage is a joke.
One time I was in the park with my PRC 320 on the air with some guy in Iowa or someplace. Out of nowhere a drunk appeared. I ran his ass off instantly.
Why? Because I knew he would get curious and start fooling around with my radio and probably break something. I would be screwed.
Needless to say I knew he didn't have the money to pay for repairs and needless to say he would start fooling around with it. something would break and I would have to foot the bill.
When he asked what I was going I told him I was trying to protect Rocky and Bullwinkle from the communist
agents, Boris and Natasha because they were trying to kill them. He stumbled off very shortly after that.
A little while later some guy showed up in a car and hopped out with a pistol in his belt. He saw what I was doing and said some drunk had pounded on his door and told him some guy was trying to kill a moose and squirrel in the park.
He decided to investigate first before he called the police.
People like that drunk just plain suck. They do nobody and good and generally cause more grief to the rest of us that try and live our lives.
I used to be kind to them. I actually still am to a point but when I see trouble brewing I simply run them off...especially if they are drunk or just plain out of their minds. I wish them no harm. I simply want them to go away.
Some time ago I ran one off and someone started to give me a hard time about it so I ran them off, too. Who needs it?
Still, I can't help wonder if the fire the guy mentioned wasn't started by some homeless bum. The guy that made that comment was probably right.
I'm in for $10 that the fire was started by some bum.
Then again maybe not. With the COVID running around and with the current financial mess maybe it was started by Louie the Torch.
Come to think of it, I'll put $10 on a bum being the culprit.
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Saturday, May 23, 2020
Sir Francis Drake
had a Golden Hind.
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More and more often we hear how
our lawmakers break the very laws they want us to obey.
I just read where the governor of Illinois has sent construction worker to Wisconsin to work on one of his private mansions while Illinois is still locked down.
I am being convinced more and more that the lockdowns are becoming less and less for our safety and more and more of governors throwing their weight around.
I am also getting more and more annoyed with the way they are chipping at our rights.
These people seem to think that they are of some ruling class and actually have the authority to tell the rest of us how to live. They actually seem to think they know what's good for us yet what is good for them is another thing entirely.
I am getting angrier and angrier by the rules apply to thee and not me are fast becoming a daily occurance.
I wear a mask as I deem necessary and as a COURTESY to others. I made the COURTESY part quite clear to the Karens on Next Door. Some didn't like my attitude. Tango Sierra. Report me.
It is interesting to note that the decree made by Wolf holds no legal weight. It is now a law here in PA. A lot of people think it is because "The governor says" is the word of God. It isn't. An awful lot of people don't understand the system. Although Wolf has been tyrannical there is a lot of what he says that will be tossed out of court when someone challenges it and someone will.
I suppose I should not have entered the fray there because I'd imagine some of the Gladys Kravitz tye of Karens likely DID report me to the local Gendarmes which created them unneeded work. Maybe it gave them a laugh and if that's the case, fine.
The problem with a courtesy is that people get too used to it too fast. They grow dependent on it and when something happens and you stop for whatever reason they get upset with you. I've seen it at work and outside of work.
The Late Great Blaine Welsh once told me that if you give a man crisp $100 bull for three days running and on the fourth stop giving it to him that he will hate you. He's right. I see the mentality every day.
Back on track.
I am getting angrier and angrier at elected officials that think they are exempt from the rules they enact on the rest of us.
Trying to get a law or rule enacted that makes elected officials subject to the same laws we are is going to be an interesting problem to deal with. We are asking them to give something up that they should not have had in the first place. How do you get a politician to give up power?
It ain't gonna be easy.
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I just read where the governor of Illinois has sent construction worker to Wisconsin to work on one of his private mansions while Illinois is still locked down.
I am being convinced more and more that the lockdowns are becoming less and less for our safety and more and more of governors throwing their weight around.
I am also getting more and more annoyed with the way they are chipping at our rights.
These people seem to think that they are of some ruling class and actually have the authority to tell the rest of us how to live. They actually seem to think they know what's good for us yet what is good for them is another thing entirely.
I am getting angrier and angrier by the rules apply to thee and not me are fast becoming a daily occurance.
I wear a mask as I deem necessary and as a COURTESY to others. I made the COURTESY part quite clear to the Karens on Next Door. Some didn't like my attitude. Tango Sierra. Report me.
It is interesting to note that the decree made by Wolf holds no legal weight. It is now a law here in PA. A lot of people think it is because "The governor says" is the word of God. It isn't. An awful lot of people don't understand the system. Although Wolf has been tyrannical there is a lot of what he says that will be tossed out of court when someone challenges it and someone will.
I suppose I should not have entered the fray there because I'd imagine some of the Gladys Kravitz tye of Karens likely DID report me to the local Gendarmes which created them unneeded work. Maybe it gave them a laugh and if that's the case, fine.
The problem with a courtesy is that people get too used to it too fast. They grow dependent on it and when something happens and you stop for whatever reason they get upset with you. I've seen it at work and outside of work.
The Late Great Blaine Welsh once told me that if you give a man crisp $100 bull for three days running and on the fourth stop giving it to him that he will hate you. He's right. I see the mentality every day.
Back on track.
I am getting angrier and angrier at elected officials that think they are exempt from the rules they enact on the rest of us.
Trying to get a law or rule enacted that makes elected officials subject to the same laws we are is going to be an interesting problem to deal with. We are asking them to give something up that they should not have had in the first place. How do you get a politician to give up power?
It ain't gonna be easy.
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Friday, May 22, 2020
One of the problems we suffer from is that we have a lot of people
allowed to vote etc that have no vested interest in government save what it can do strictly for them and keep them from contributing.
If we required some kind of citizenship through service of some sort things would be a lot nicer.
Of course everyone wants to babble about the rights of the ne'er do wells in the country but the truth is those people just keep dragging the rest of us down.
I just read that when pirate Jean Lafitte heard the governor had placed a $500 reward for his capture that he immediately offered a $500 reward for the capture of the governor.
That has a certain style to it.
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If we required some kind of citizenship through service of some sort things would be a lot nicer.
Of course everyone wants to babble about the rights of the ne'er do wells in the country but the truth is those people just keep dragging the rest of us down.
I just read that when pirate Jean Lafitte heard the governor had placed a $500 reward for his capture that he immediately offered a $500 reward for the capture of the governor.
That has a certain style to it.
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Thursday, May 21, 2020
I see where the governor has decided to cancel the Harrisburg
Looks like PA representative Daryl Metcalfe has decided to un cancel it.
It's scheduled for June 8th.
It was an armed rally a while back but the governor decided that he was too incompetent to govern an armed populace so he declared an emergency so he could decree that arms were not permitted in the area of the capitol.
The emergency he declared was the so-called opioid crisis. What a chicken$hit way to be coward and skulk out! Opioid crises my ass!
I do not know how I am going to play this one yet.
I very well may decide to be civilly disobedient and carry carbine. Who knows?
Then again as I understand it people can still be net the capitol armed, just not on the grounds.
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It's scheduled for June 8th.
It was an armed rally a while back but the governor decided that he was too incompetent to govern an armed populace so he declared an emergency so he could decree that arms were not permitted in the area of the capitol.
The emergency he declared was the so-called opioid crisis. What a chicken$hit way to be coward and skulk out! Opioid crises my ass!
I do not know how I am going to play this one yet.
I very well may decide to be civilly disobedient and carry carbine. Who knows?
Then again as I understand it people can still be net the capitol armed, just not on the grounds.
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President Trump says he is taking HCQ and zinc.
Some reporter reported that he is taking strong medicine.
Really! You don't say!
Is he supposed to take weak medicine?
If Trump went golfing and shot 18 consecutive birdies the news would report "Trump shot 18 eagles!"
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Really! You don't say!
Is he supposed to take weak medicine?
If Trump went golfing and shot 18 consecutive birdies the news would report "Trump shot 18 eagles!"
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Wednesday, May 20, 2020
The Director of Maintenance, Road Repair, Hog Calling and Security.
Actually it was a pretty good gig for a 14 year old kid. It was at a camp and I was basically the fixer upper of things. I got the gig when they saw me sweat a copper pipe fitting on a latrine. The pipe had not been drained correctly and had burst the previous winter.
I fixed stuff and painted and was by no means a good painter but the stuff wasn't really paint as such. It was colored wood preservative and I slapped it on.
I was the only maintenance guy in the camp and one time I had to fill in a couple of pot holes which added 'Road Rapair' to my title.
The Hog Calling part came later when I chased a couple of campers back to their area my giving a rendition of the famous Tarzan Yell. The older guys thought that was pretty funny.
Security came later and it was because someone was playing dumb pranks so I made a trip wire and caught the guy. I never actually ratted him out. I let him rat himself out. He complained about getting caught in my little booby trap and in doing so ratted himself out as the prankster.
Anyway that was a pretty interesting job title for a 14 year old kid.
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Actually it was a pretty good gig for a 14 year old kid. It was at a camp and I was basically the fixer upper of things. I got the gig when they saw me sweat a copper pipe fitting on a latrine. The pipe had not been drained correctly and had burst the previous winter.
I fixed stuff and painted and was by no means a good painter but the stuff wasn't really paint as such. It was colored wood preservative and I slapped it on.
I was the only maintenance guy in the camp and one time I had to fill in a couple of pot holes which added 'Road Rapair' to my title.
The Hog Calling part came later when I chased a couple of campers back to their area my giving a rendition of the famous Tarzan Yell. The older guys thought that was pretty funny.
Security came later and it was because someone was playing dumb pranks so I made a trip wire and caught the guy. I never actually ratted him out. I let him rat himself out. He complained about getting caught in my little booby trap and in doing so ratted himself out as the prankster.
Anyway that was a pretty interesting job title for a 14 year old kid.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2020
I hunt for meat only
which means that if I shoot it I eat it and that's that.
I have no business shooting anything that I can't eat and/or share with others. That's just me.
Your mileage may vary.
I guess the reason I brought this up is because recently someone heard I lived in Kodiak for a while and they wanted to know if I had killed a Kodiak bear.
Personally I thought the question was idiotic because not everybody goes there for the sole purpose of killing an animal they generally have no real use for.
It's like asking someone that got back from Borneo if they shrunk somebody's head.
Questions like that make me want to get s reproduction shrunken head and hang it in my living room and when asked I'll tell them that it belonged to some guy that gave me a bunch of crap when I was in Borneo.
Hey, speaking of shrunken heads, I am reading a halfway decent book about guys in a B-24 crew that were rescued by head hunter.
I'm at the point in the book where the Japanese brutalized the indigenous people and they retaliated by reopening the custom they had dropped a couple decades earlier of hunting heads.
It's getting kind of interesting.
One thing that makes me wonder about the Japanese during WW2. Their brutality toward the locals always seemed to eventually come back and kick them in the ass.
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I have no business shooting anything that I can't eat and/or share with others. That's just me.
Your mileage may vary.
I guess the reason I brought this up is because recently someone heard I lived in Kodiak for a while and they wanted to know if I had killed a Kodiak bear.
Personally I thought the question was idiotic because not everybody goes there for the sole purpose of killing an animal they generally have no real use for.
It's like asking someone that got back from Borneo if they shrunk somebody's head.
Questions like that make me want to get s reproduction shrunken head and hang it in my living room and when asked I'll tell them that it belonged to some guy that gave me a bunch of crap when I was in Borneo.
Hey, speaking of shrunken heads, I am reading a halfway decent book about guys in a B-24 crew that were rescued by head hunter.
I'm at the point in the book where the Japanese brutalized the indigenous people and they retaliated by reopening the custom they had dropped a couple decades earlier of hunting heads.
It's getting kind of interesting.
One thing that makes me wonder about the Japanese during WW2. Their brutality toward the locals always seemed to eventually come back and kick them in the ass.
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Time goes on day after day
and it's funny how much stuff we keep putting off doing. Actually sometimes it's sad.
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Looks like possibly another time out from Next Door because some crybaby got worked up hen I said that there's a case going before SCOTUS soon based on the right for a person to face his accuser, the right of the people to know everything going on that is paid for with tax money and a few other things. I said if it is upheld then the police departments are going to have to open ALL of their records to the public INCLUDING anonymous tip lines.
It's not true, of course but more than one Karen flipped out and outed themselves saying that the police had guaranteed them privacy and how unfair it was and yada yada yada.
Bad news. Apparently the mods made the thread go away.
I have not seen the boot notice yet but I bet it's coming.
Of course I have no problem with someone legitimately turning in a bona fide violent criminal but I certainly do have a problem with whiny little snitches.
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Looks like possibly another time out from Next Door because some crybaby got worked up hen I said that there's a case going before SCOTUS soon based on the right for a person to face his accuser, the right of the people to know everything going on that is paid for with tax money and a few other things. I said if it is upheld then the police departments are going to have to open ALL of their records to the public INCLUDING anonymous tip lines.
It's not true, of course but more than one Karen flipped out and outed themselves saying that the police had guaranteed them privacy and how unfair it was and yada yada yada.
Bad news. Apparently the mods made the thread go away.
I have not seen the boot notice yet but I bet it's coming.
Of course I have no problem with someone legitimately turning in a bona fide violent criminal but I certainly do have a problem with whiny little snitches.
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Monday, May 18, 2020
The older I get
the more I think I should have had that little SJW that pounded on my door a couple of years ago thrown in jail for trespassing.
I wrote about that little pain in the ass a few years back. She's the one that ruined my perfectly good nap AND lied to me and said she wasn't there for political reasons.
When I opened the door I was assaulted by a barrage of crap from a Hillary suporter.
The part that really frosts my ass is that I had a sign on the door that said 'Go away if you are here to try to tell me who to vote for.'
I told her to leave and she started arguing with me. I started to grab something designed to inflict pain and suffering on a human being and at the last minute dialed 911. I called 911 because I realized that if I did do anything I was going to have some 'splainin' to do.
The old days of being able to chain whip someone to a bloody froth are long over with. Chain saws are also out of the question although for fear and intimidation they are still top notch go-tos.
When the cop showed he pretty much handled it and
out of compassion for the cop I didn't press charges for trespassing which I could have easily done.
I had told her to leave and she had decided to argue with me instead.
What I realize as time goes on that by not throwing her to the wolves and letting her get away with it and suffer no serious consequences I was enabling her to continue.
This is kinda funny in a way but I knew a retired NYC cop that was getting hassled by some uppity-up woman. He finally decide that enough was enough, intentionally took something she said out of context and arrested her for solicitation of prostitution, cuffed her and stuffed her. I think she used the 'F' word. This was in the 50s I believe back then regular women didn't use language like that. Now toddlers curse like Old School sailors.
(Oooh! Baby said her first word! It was was 'futhermucker'! How cute!)
The booked her, took her mug shot and before the ink was dry on the arrest report they dropped the charges.
She was left with a clean criminal record in that she was never tried and convicted but the arrest record never went away. She had been arrested for prostitution and that was that.
Somewhere in the bowels of the NYPD records files there is a picture of her holding a sign with her name on it and underneath it the word 'prostitution'.
Personally I have mixed feelings on that one. I suppose it was an abuse of power but I have a hard time holding it against the cop. From what I gathered she had it coming.
I do believe that if I had pressed charges on that little SJW it might have saved a few of my friends and neighbors the hassle of having to deal with the spoiled little brat.
Then again it would be a lot more satisfying just hacking someone like that up with a Kukri.
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Sunday, May 17, 2020
You don't say!
I just read where NY has lost about 40% of its richest residents.
I'm shocked, just shocked to hear such a thing?
Why would anyone want to leave New York?
I mean I can see Rush Limbaugh leaving. He said it was like getting a crummy little three million dollar pay raise because his taxes went down. What a cheapskate! He moved over a paltry 3 million dollar decrease in taxes.
I wonder what his rent dropped down to?
Of course Limbaugh isn't alone and he's not likely the richest person to leave New York. I read that 40% of the richest have left and plenty more are following. They're tired of having their pockets picked.
I'll bet that Cuomo is going nuts now as he sees the fat wallets he used to plunder head off out of arm's reach.
Ray Charles could have seen that one coming and I have predicted it for a while. I also said that a lot of Maryland residents would move across the border to Pennsylvania and simply commute.
A few years ago Maryland redefined the term 'rich' and started socking it to people in the six figure zone.
People like that have actually been to school and know how to count. Maybe they can't do fancy ciphering in their heads but pocket calculators cost practically nothing.
It also doesn't take but half of a brain to realize that if you drive 20 miles you can buy a nicer home than your $500,000 place for less than half of that, either.
Still, I imagine Cuomo is wondering what to do and my guess is New York will try and create an exit tax. It will be interesting to see that one challenged in court. It will probably be argued under right of free passage.
These people in office never seem to know as much as the guy that runs Doc's Candy Store.
Doc at least knows if you cheat people they will go somewhere else.
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I'm shocked, just shocked to hear such a thing?
Why would anyone want to leave New York?
I mean I can see Rush Limbaugh leaving. He said it was like getting a crummy little three million dollar pay raise because his taxes went down. What a cheapskate! He moved over a paltry 3 million dollar decrease in taxes.
I wonder what his rent dropped down to?
Of course Limbaugh isn't alone and he's not likely the richest person to leave New York. I read that 40% of the richest have left and plenty more are following. They're tired of having their pockets picked.
I'll bet that Cuomo is going nuts now as he sees the fat wallets he used to plunder head off out of arm's reach.
Ray Charles could have seen that one coming and I have predicted it for a while. I also said that a lot of Maryland residents would move across the border to Pennsylvania and simply commute.
A few years ago Maryland redefined the term 'rich' and started socking it to people in the six figure zone.
People like that have actually been to school and know how to count. Maybe they can't do fancy ciphering in their heads but pocket calculators cost practically nothing.
It also doesn't take but half of a brain to realize that if you drive 20 miles you can buy a nicer home than your $500,000 place for less than half of that, either.
Still, I imagine Cuomo is wondering what to do and my guess is New York will try and create an exit tax. It will be interesting to see that one challenged in court. It will probably be argued under right of free passage.
These people in office never seem to know as much as the guy that runs Doc's Candy Store.
Doc at least knows if you cheat people they will go somewhere else.
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Saturday, May 16, 2020
People are getting angry with their governors
People getting angry at the government over being caged in. Can't say as I blame them.
Personally I don't give a damn about what governor Wolfe wants me to do. He can kiss my ass. He's a governor and has limited authority. It only goes so far.
There is a thing called a Ron Swanson permission slip. I have one. It says, "I can do what I want. (signed) Ron)
Mine is signed Piccolo and it is subject to what ever limitations I decide to put on it, not the limitations put there by some tyrant in Harrisburg.
Various people have requirements that effect me. My employer is one. They want me to return to work COVID 19 free which is certainly more than fair enough. They don't want the disease spread throughout the workplace. I don't want it spread around the workplace.
My wife doesn't want to have to nurse me if I get sick. That's also fair.
So I take precautions. I mask, avoid people, load up on vitamins and that sort of thing. I was my hands as appropriate and keep them away from my face.
I don't do this because some pompous ass in Harrisburg tells me I have to. I simply do it because it is the right thing to do.
Right now I see people doing these things because some clown in Harrisburg has ordered it. He can kiss my ass.
It's long well past time since we should have opened everything up and the longer things stay shut down the more I see the reasoning has nothing to do with a virus.
In a lot of cases it's about tyranny. The governors, mayors, whatever have kept things closed as an exercise in power. As usual they say they know what's good for us and maybe they can fool Karens but that's about it.
If the tyrants keep trying to do what they say is good for us they will find out that it's not good for them and could result in various long and short term health problems.
Wolfe has been very cowardly. He has held the commonwealth in a state of emergency over the so-called opioid crisis. He's done that because it gives him emergency powers.
Of course the Gospel According to Piccolo covers this under the Book of Tears. If someone wants something to cry about you give them something to cry about. It covers crying small children all the way up to tyrannical governmental officials.
A spanking for small children generally does the trick. Maybe it would work for tyrants, at least as a warning.
You haul the tyrant out of their office and in front of God and everyone someone pulls said tyrant's pants down, takes them over their knee and gives them a good spanking. It would serve as a warning.
A lot of tyrants would actually heed such a warning because most of then act that way because they think they are not vunerable. When they find out that they are their attitude does a complete one eighty.
It often doesn't take much.
Needless to say, some people never learn and for that the gnarled peasants break out the torches and pitchforks and pay him another visit. This is sometimes accompanied by tar and feathers but a nice piece of 5/8ths Manila works rather nicely, too.
The problem we are facing as citizens is that government is taking advantage of a pandemic to try and usurp the power from the people.
The little Karens are scared and are willing to hand their liberty over to the government in exchange for the illusion of safety.
As a liberty loving American I do believe that in the long haul as a country we would have been better off taking more COVID casualties and keeping our freedoms intact because when this mess is over and done with you can bet your ass that the government is not going to be willing to give us our liberties back.
What is interesting to note is that virtually all of us would have done the mask and social distance thing on our own and those that didn't want to do it would have been forced to socially.
You have to eat and you can bet that if the markets require masks they would put one on. Their market, their rules.
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Personally I don't give a damn about what governor Wolfe wants me to do. He can kiss my ass. He's a governor and has limited authority. It only goes so far.
There is a thing called a Ron Swanson permission slip. I have one. It says, "I can do what I want. (signed) Ron)
Mine is signed Piccolo and it is subject to what ever limitations I decide to put on it, not the limitations put there by some tyrant in Harrisburg.
Various people have requirements that effect me. My employer is one. They want me to return to work COVID 19 free which is certainly more than fair enough. They don't want the disease spread throughout the workplace. I don't want it spread around the workplace.
My wife doesn't want to have to nurse me if I get sick. That's also fair.
So I take precautions. I mask, avoid people, load up on vitamins and that sort of thing. I was my hands as appropriate and keep them away from my face.
I don't do this because some pompous ass in Harrisburg tells me I have to. I simply do it because it is the right thing to do.
Right now I see people doing these things because some clown in Harrisburg has ordered it. He can kiss my ass.
It's long well past time since we should have opened everything up and the longer things stay shut down the more I see the reasoning has nothing to do with a virus.
In a lot of cases it's about tyranny. The governors, mayors, whatever have kept things closed as an exercise in power. As usual they say they know what's good for us and maybe they can fool Karens but that's about it.
If the tyrants keep trying to do what they say is good for us they will find out that it's not good for them and could result in various long and short term health problems.
Wolfe has been very cowardly. He has held the commonwealth in a state of emergency over the so-called opioid crisis. He's done that because it gives him emergency powers.
Of course the Gospel According to Piccolo covers this under the Book of Tears. If someone wants something to cry about you give them something to cry about. It covers crying small children all the way up to tyrannical governmental officials.
A spanking for small children generally does the trick. Maybe it would work for tyrants, at least as a warning.
You haul the tyrant out of their office and in front of God and everyone someone pulls said tyrant's pants down, takes them over their knee and gives them a good spanking. It would serve as a warning.
A lot of tyrants would actually heed such a warning because most of then act that way because they think they are not vunerable. When they find out that they are their attitude does a complete one eighty.
It often doesn't take much.
Needless to say, some people never learn and for that the gnarled peasants break out the torches and pitchforks and pay him another visit. This is sometimes accompanied by tar and feathers but a nice piece of 5/8ths Manila works rather nicely, too.
The problem we are facing as citizens is that government is taking advantage of a pandemic to try and usurp the power from the people.
The little Karens are scared and are willing to hand their liberty over to the government in exchange for the illusion of safety.
As a liberty loving American I do believe that in the long haul as a country we would have been better off taking more COVID casualties and keeping our freedoms intact because when this mess is over and done with you can bet your ass that the government is not going to be willing to give us our liberties back.
What is interesting to note is that virtually all of us would have done the mask and social distance thing on our own and those that didn't want to do it would have been forced to socially.
You have to eat and you can bet that if the markets require masks they would put one on. Their market, their rules.
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Friday, May 15, 2020
One of the things that private clubs can allow is smoking
which is really how it should be.
Private clubs do not serve the public. They serve the membership and if the membership wants to permit smoking that's their buiness. If they want to prohibit it that's also their choice.
Recently the sportsmen's club I am a member of decided to prohibit smoking in the building and that's fine by me.
I was a long time smoker but when I stopped I certainly didnt give anyone else a hard time over their habit. When the issue came up to a vote I actually abstained because it made no difference to me.
I suppose if the issue of smoking on the club grounds had come up I would have voted on the side of the smokers. That's because I consider a stand like that to be whiny and cowardly.
Anybody that objects to someone smoking outside has a bigger problem than the smoker does. They are generally people that want to force their values on others. Those people should be forced to sit in a smoky Old School pool hall for 12 hours a day for a month.
It was about a year or more after I stopped smoking when I saw someone actually walk about 35 yards to hassle a smoker. I was nearby and got in the middle of that one. I figured that the clown had figured that he could get away with hassling the smoker because nobody had brought him up short yet.
Generally if you bring someone up short they change their ways. It only takes a time or two, especially for men. Women usually take longer to learn because they think that nobody will hit them. Once they find out that there are men out there that don't give a $hit they also smarten up.
I bummed a smoke from the hapless smoker much to the outrage of the Social Justice Warrior. The, adding to the outrage, I lit it up. For the final insult I blew it in the guy's face. Then I asked him how far he wanted to take the issue.
He gave me a long face and shuffled off.
The cigarette made me heady and somewhat nauseous but it was worth it.
I think it was Jefferson that said 'If it neither breaks my leg nor picks my pocket....
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Private clubs do not serve the public. They serve the membership and if the membership wants to permit smoking that's their buiness. If they want to prohibit it that's also their choice.
Recently the sportsmen's club I am a member of decided to prohibit smoking in the building and that's fine by me.
I was a long time smoker but when I stopped I certainly didnt give anyone else a hard time over their habit. When the issue came up to a vote I actually abstained because it made no difference to me.
I suppose if the issue of smoking on the club grounds had come up I would have voted on the side of the smokers. That's because I consider a stand like that to be whiny and cowardly.
Anybody that objects to someone smoking outside has a bigger problem than the smoker does. They are generally people that want to force their values on others. Those people should be forced to sit in a smoky Old School pool hall for 12 hours a day for a month.
It was about a year or more after I stopped smoking when I saw someone actually walk about 35 yards to hassle a smoker. I was nearby and got in the middle of that one. I figured that the clown had figured that he could get away with hassling the smoker because nobody had brought him up short yet.
Generally if you bring someone up short they change their ways. It only takes a time or two, especially for men. Women usually take longer to learn because they think that nobody will hit them. Once they find out that there are men out there that don't give a $hit they also smarten up.
I bummed a smoke from the hapless smoker much to the outrage of the Social Justice Warrior. The, adding to the outrage, I lit it up. For the final insult I blew it in the guy's face. Then I asked him how far he wanted to take the issue.
He gave me a long face and shuffled off.
The cigarette made me heady and somewhat nauseous but it was worth it.
I think it was Jefferson that said 'If it neither breaks my leg nor picks my pocket....
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Thursday, May 14, 2020
The feds just busted some guy for twisting up a coat hanger a while back
I have no idea what is going to happen to him but it probably isn't good.
He took a piece of coathanger and twisted into a shape that enabled him to use it as an automatic sear in a commonly used sport and utility rifle.
He was never found to have harmed anybody nor committed any crime with it. He just made it.
Of course he is getting prosecuted for it.
Martha Stewart spent some time in the can for insider trading.
As far as all of this goes it is complete bull$hit.
When we start taking our elected and appointed officials to task and start jailing them for their transgressions then maybe I'll go along with listening to what the government has to say.
In the meantime the federal prosecution lawyers probably do not want me on a jury because they WILL wind up with a hung jury.
I refuse to convict a citizen for doing anything a lawmaker is permitted to do.
I see no reason Martha Stewart should have been jailed for doing something Diane Feinstein can do with impunity.
One other thing most people don't know.
In a court of law the jury represents the people. The judge can come out and spit and sputter all he wants and demand the jury try the case on various points but the truth is that when the case goes into the jury room it's actually entirely up to the jury which way they want to handle something.
In the FWIW department, I am no fan of Martha Stewart. Every Christmas when I buy a wreath if anyone asks I tell them I'm going to use it to cover a toilet seat because I saw it on a Martha Stewart Christmas special.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Generals, sergeants and privates
are all you need to run an army. Most of the in between ranks are nice but not necessary.
You have generals telling sergeants what needs to be done.
You have sergeants that decide how things are going to be done.
You have privates to actually do what has to be done.
You can successfully run an army like that.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2020
87% if these little Karen snitches don't realize that all they are doing is annoying the police.
They don't care if someone is mowing their lawn without a mask on or if someone's dog peed in the street in front of their house.
They don't care if some kid a couple of blocks away set off a firecracker or revved up an engine to clear it's throat.
Of course when you report something like this the dispatcher will likely tell the little snitch "We'll get a man on it right away!"
Karen envisions a guy picking up a microphone and saying, "Calling all cars! Calling all cars! Be on the lookout for a guy walking a dog that just peed in front of Ms. Karen's house on Elm Street."
Twelve cruisers start their engines, a pair of detectives don their fedoras, three motorcycle cops hidden behind billboards stomp on kick starters and rev their motorcycles and the entire force starts looking all over hell for someone that is walking a dog that has a relieved look on its snout.
Not hardly. The dispatcher simply makes a note someone called and reported a dog peeing in the street and is mildly annoyed because they had to write up something useless.
The dispatcher and cops also note carefully who called, also. They want to avoid her house because anyone that would snitch like that would probably report a cop that flicked a cigarette butt out the window.
Karen seems to forget that cops are working class people, too. They are not magicians.
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They don't care if some kid a couple of blocks away set off a firecracker or revved up an engine to clear it's throat.
Of course when you report something like this the dispatcher will likely tell the little snitch "We'll get a man on it right away!"
Karen envisions a guy picking up a microphone and saying, "Calling all cars! Calling all cars! Be on the lookout for a guy walking a dog that just peed in front of Ms. Karen's house on Elm Street."
Twelve cruisers start their engines, a pair of detectives don their fedoras, three motorcycle cops hidden behind billboards stomp on kick starters and rev their motorcycles and the entire force starts looking all over hell for someone that is walking a dog that has a relieved look on its snout.
Not hardly. The dispatcher simply makes a note someone called and reported a dog peeing in the street and is mildly annoyed because they had to write up something useless.
The dispatcher and cops also note carefully who called, also. They want to avoid her house because anyone that would snitch like that would probably report a cop that flicked a cigarette butt out the window.
Karen seems to forget that cops are working class people, too. They are not magicians.
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Monday, May 11, 2020
I just saw in Next Door where someone suggested racism as a reason
for someone's boorish behavior.
From what I read about the incident, there was no real evidence of racism displayed, only bad manners.
Of course a couple of Karens wanted to hang the racist moniker on the ignoramus which is par golf these days.
The term racist is very much overused these days. Actually it has been for years. For decades people have groaned when the race card is played and as time has passed it means less and less.
There was a period of time where being called a racist was something to be feared. Of course because the left knew that nobody likes being called a racist they started using the moniker as pretty much apply anywhere label.
Voted for a conservative candidate? You're a racist. Believe in securing the borders? You're a racist. Want to defend the Constitution? Your rally will be labeled as a White supremacy rally.
Needless to say, but I attended the Lobby Day rally in Richmond and it was pretty damned diverse. It was far more diverse than the Woman's march in DC that looked like a bunch of middle aged angry white women with the odd 'token negro' thrown in.
Still, the rally was labeled by the media as racist. Actually Dr. King would be very pleased to have seen what happened there. It was a case of people of all races united for a common cause.
But still, the rally was labeled as racist.
Not long ago being called a racist would make a person's face burn with shame. But that's changing now. It is slowly becoming a compliment.
That's because of usage. The term is slowly changing its definition. I had an English teacher once state that the biggest thing that changes the language is usage.
'Rip-off' and 'diss' come to mind. Pre '65 the term 'rip-off' wasn't even invented. By about '68 it was heard fairly often and by the mid 70s was in very common use. 'Diss' is now in common usage. It's an abbreviation for 'disrespected' which was actually a fairly recent inner city term.
Back when Hillary called Trump supporters 'Deplorables' she got a surprise. It backfired. Trump supporters immediately embraced the term and being a deplorable became a matter of personal pride to many people.
If supporting the Bill of Rights, believing in racial equality and dignity of man makes me a racist then so be it. I will embrace the title as I have a drink in my driveway with my neighbors of all races and creeds.
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From what I read about the incident, there was no real evidence of racism displayed, only bad manners.
Of course a couple of Karens wanted to hang the racist moniker on the ignoramus which is par golf these days.
The term racist is very much overused these days. Actually it has been for years. For decades people have groaned when the race card is played and as time has passed it means less and less.
There was a period of time where being called a racist was something to be feared. Of course because the left knew that nobody likes being called a racist they started using the moniker as pretty much apply anywhere label.
Voted for a conservative candidate? You're a racist. Believe in securing the borders? You're a racist. Want to defend the Constitution? Your rally will be labeled as a White supremacy rally.
Needless to say, but I attended the Lobby Day rally in Richmond and it was pretty damned diverse. It was far more diverse than the Woman's march in DC that looked like a bunch of middle aged angry white women with the odd 'token negro' thrown in.
Still, the rally was labeled by the media as racist. Actually Dr. King would be very pleased to have seen what happened there. It was a case of people of all races united for a common cause.
But still, the rally was labeled as racist.
Not long ago being called a racist would make a person's face burn with shame. But that's changing now. It is slowly becoming a compliment.
That's because of usage. The term is slowly changing its definition. I had an English teacher once state that the biggest thing that changes the language is usage.
'Rip-off' and 'diss' come to mind. Pre '65 the term 'rip-off' wasn't even invented. By about '68 it was heard fairly often and by the mid 70s was in very common use. 'Diss' is now in common usage. It's an abbreviation for 'disrespected' which was actually a fairly recent inner city term.
Back when Hillary called Trump supporters 'Deplorables' she got a surprise. It backfired. Trump supporters immediately embraced the term and being a deplorable became a matter of personal pride to many people.
If supporting the Bill of Rights, believing in racial equality and dignity of man makes me a racist then so be it. I will embrace the title as I have a drink in my driveway with my neighbors of all races and creeds.
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Sunday, May 10, 2020
I am not mentioning any names on this one. People have a right to privacy.
but every so often I run into the father of a man that was killed in action in Afghanistan thirteen years ago.
He was a young Ranger captain that went down in a helicopter in 2007.
A couple of months ago I bumped into him and he looks a lot older than his years. Losing his son has really aged him and I seriously wonder how much longer he is going to be around.
Losing a child is rough and I wonder what the mother looks like now. I've never met her.
Still, it's horrible what the loss of a son has done to this man.
It's sad.
As I think about things and see the direction the country is headed in I can't help think that this Ranger is spinning in his grave.
I wonder what the parents think.
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He was a young Ranger captain that went down in a helicopter in 2007.
A couple of months ago I bumped into him and he looks a lot older than his years. Losing his son has really aged him and I seriously wonder how much longer he is going to be around.
Losing a child is rough and I wonder what the mother looks like now. I've never met her.
Still, it's horrible what the loss of a son has done to this man.
It's sad.
As I think about things and see the direction the country is headed in I can't help think that this Ranger is spinning in his grave.
I wonder what the parents think.
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Saturday, May 9, 2020
Some people like to work with their hands and be left alone.
I just got a pretty good Navy story from an old sailor.
He was a first class petty officer at the time and had a pretty sharp third class working for him. He was unaware at the time that the third class had a master's degree in engineering. He learned that later when the man was promoted to second class.
He said nothing to the man because he knew that if the now second class wanted to go to OCS he would put in for it. It was his business.
During the promotion process the man's education came to the attention of his supervising officer who went straight to the man with an application for OCS. The applicaation was already filled out. He refused to sign it. When asked why he told his supervisor it was his business.
Of course there are some people that just don't get it so the young ensign got a couple of other officers to try and pressure him to take a commission. The three of them called him in and started to pressure the man to no avail.
Finally one of the officers asked him why he didn't want to commission and the man told them that he liked working with his hands.
One of the officers started in with "I don't understand why you won't take advantage of this opportunity."
"Because I would have to work with people like you!" he shot back. "By your leave, Sir!" He turned and walked out.
The incident got brought to the attention of the captain a day or to later. The captain was a mustang, a former enlisted man that had gone through a commissioning program. The Navy had sent him to college.
He looked at the officers in th ward room and said, "I was like that second class. I loved what I was doing and loved the Navy. I'm a mustang and almost didn't take a commission for the same reason he won't. I would have to serve with people like YOU."
"Fact is," he continued. "I did take a commission but only because I wanted a degree for when I retire. Had I not wanted one I would have stayed enlisted. I enjoyed being enlisted a damned sight more than I like being commissioned. It was sure as hell a lot more fun. Leave the man alone."
This story had a happy ending. Lots of them don't. Both the services and businesses lose good people by trying to promote them into positions they simply don't want. They generally go somewhere else where they can do what they like doing.
I knew a Marine staff sergeant that said the highest rank he'll let the Corps promote him to is gunnery sergeant because if they promote him to master sergeant he won't be able to use his tools. He'll be a supervisor. He doesn't want that and when the Corps does try and promote him he will simply retire.
I know of more than one person that has refused promotion because they liked what they were doing and were content. I've also met people who have over the years have gotten themselves demoted because they didn't like being in management.
A couple of them reported that when they requested being put where they were the boss expressed mass confusion and wondered why. So did other people.
An awful lot of people have not gotten it figured out yet. One spends a rather large part of his/her life working and it makes no real sense to be in a place you are miserable all the time.
Of course the common reply is "But the money!"
You have to ask yourself if the money is actually worth it. It's a formula we all have to plug into ourselves. How much money is enough?
For some people it's always a dollar more. For others they just look at their bills and if they're paid and they have enough for a beer after work they are good to go.
Some people just don't give a damn and live off the leftovers of an affluent society. It's not hard. I did that for a while. Personally I never looked at life as a contest. Some people think the person that dies with the most toys wins.
Some of these people ought to take a trip to a graveyard and see where the people that had the most toys are buried. Right next to some guy that didn't have a pot to piss in and had a ball going fishing with his kids Saturdays instead of busting his ass to buy toys he seldom got to use.
It's an individual thing.
I always liked the Marine colonel that planned on opening a bait shop when he retired. No corporate rat race for him! He'd pull his pension and putter around.
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He was a first class petty officer at the time and had a pretty sharp third class working for him. He was unaware at the time that the third class had a master's degree in engineering. He learned that later when the man was promoted to second class.
He said nothing to the man because he knew that if the now second class wanted to go to OCS he would put in for it. It was his business.
During the promotion process the man's education came to the attention of his supervising officer who went straight to the man with an application for OCS. The applicaation was already filled out. He refused to sign it. When asked why he told his supervisor it was his business.
Of course there are some people that just don't get it so the young ensign got a couple of other officers to try and pressure him to take a commission. The three of them called him in and started to pressure the man to no avail.
Finally one of the officers asked him why he didn't want to commission and the man told them that he liked working with his hands.
One of the officers started in with "I don't understand why you won't take advantage of this opportunity."
"Because I would have to work with people like you!" he shot back. "By your leave, Sir!" He turned and walked out.
The incident got brought to the attention of the captain a day or to later. The captain was a mustang, a former enlisted man that had gone through a commissioning program. The Navy had sent him to college.
He looked at the officers in th ward room and said, "I was like that second class. I loved what I was doing and loved the Navy. I'm a mustang and almost didn't take a commission for the same reason he won't. I would have to serve with people like YOU."
"Fact is," he continued. "I did take a commission but only because I wanted a degree for when I retire. Had I not wanted one I would have stayed enlisted. I enjoyed being enlisted a damned sight more than I like being commissioned. It was sure as hell a lot more fun. Leave the man alone."
This story had a happy ending. Lots of them don't. Both the services and businesses lose good people by trying to promote them into positions they simply don't want. They generally go somewhere else where they can do what they like doing.
I knew a Marine staff sergeant that said the highest rank he'll let the Corps promote him to is gunnery sergeant because if they promote him to master sergeant he won't be able to use his tools. He'll be a supervisor. He doesn't want that and when the Corps does try and promote him he will simply retire.
I know of more than one person that has refused promotion because they liked what they were doing and were content. I've also met people who have over the years have gotten themselves demoted because they didn't like being in management.
A couple of them reported that when they requested being put where they were the boss expressed mass confusion and wondered why. So did other people.
An awful lot of people have not gotten it figured out yet. One spends a rather large part of his/her life working and it makes no real sense to be in a place you are miserable all the time.
Of course the common reply is "But the money!"
You have to ask yourself if the money is actually worth it. It's a formula we all have to plug into ourselves. How much money is enough?
For some people it's always a dollar more. For others they just look at their bills and if they're paid and they have enough for a beer after work they are good to go.
Some people just don't give a damn and live off the leftovers of an affluent society. It's not hard. I did that for a while. Personally I never looked at life as a contest. Some people think the person that dies with the most toys wins.
Some of these people ought to take a trip to a graveyard and see where the people that had the most toys are buried. Right next to some guy that didn't have a pot to piss in and had a ball going fishing with his kids Saturdays instead of busting his ass to buy toys he seldom got to use.
It's an individual thing.
I always liked the Marine colonel that planned on opening a bait shop when he retired. No corporate rat race for him! He'd pull his pension and putter around.
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Friday, May 8, 2020
One of the things that most of our elected officials
do not really want to face is a person like me.
The problem for them is I really don't give a damn and I am not impressed.
Chucky Wucky Schumer puts his pants on the same way I do. I am not scared of him even a little bit. Same holds true for all of them.
While I am not going to drive 800 miles out of my way, it he were to cross my path I very well may tell him to kiss my ass.
Very few have my respect, my loyalty or my obedience.
You have to understand the mentality of people that run for office. They are the kind of people that think they were born to tell other people what to do.
They often forget that a lot of us that quietly live our lives responsibly don't like being told what to do.
Personally I think that if we pitched a minor revolution every couple of decades and made abusive politicians forfeit their lives there would be an entirely different caliber of people in office.
In the military and private sector I have noticed there are a lot of people that vie for management positions because they like thinking they can tell other people what to do. What the duds in high places never seem to realize is they were given their authority to enable them to get a job done...not to be able to hassle people at will.
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While I was in the service I didn't address officers as 'sir' too often. I would address them by rank which is also acceptable.
I remember an annoyed young lieutenant say to me, "You don't say 'sir' very often, do you?"
"No, Lieutenant, I don't." I replied. "I generally address officers and noncommissioned officers by rank as military courtesy dictates."
Looking back on it, the lieutenant was a was a fast learner. He saw where this one was going to go. He would probably lose or the best case scenario he would win a very small pyrrhic victory. He also knew that either way he was going to lose face so he dropped the issue and never brought it up again.
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The problem for them is I really don't give a damn and I am not impressed.
Chucky Wucky Schumer puts his pants on the same way I do. I am not scared of him even a little bit. Same holds true for all of them.
While I am not going to drive 800 miles out of my way, it he were to cross my path I very well may tell him to kiss my ass.
Very few have my respect, my loyalty or my obedience.
You have to understand the mentality of people that run for office. They are the kind of people that think they were born to tell other people what to do.
They often forget that a lot of us that quietly live our lives responsibly don't like being told what to do.
Personally I think that if we pitched a minor revolution every couple of decades and made abusive politicians forfeit their lives there would be an entirely different caliber of people in office.
In the military and private sector I have noticed there are a lot of people that vie for management positions because they like thinking they can tell other people what to do. What the duds in high places never seem to realize is they were given their authority to enable them to get a job done...not to be able to hassle people at will.
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While I was in the service I didn't address officers as 'sir' too often. I would address them by rank which is also acceptable.
I remember an annoyed young lieutenant say to me, "You don't say 'sir' very often, do you?"
"No, Lieutenant, I don't." I replied. "I generally address officers and noncommissioned officers by rank as military courtesy dictates."
Looking back on it, the lieutenant was a was a fast learner. He saw where this one was going to go. He would probably lose or the best case scenario he would win a very small pyrrhic victory. He also knew that either way he was going to lose face so he dropped the issue and never brought it up again.
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Thursday, May 7, 2020
Sometimes I think I got a certain talent from someone.
Most likely my father.
Specifically the talent to keep a straight face while I am feeding someone a total line of complete BS.
One night at dinner I mentioned that I had read somewhere that Thanksgiving had been celebrated in December.
'I know," said Dad. "They changed that because the Plymouth merchants all complained that it cut down on the number of shopping days until Christmas."
"Really?" asked my mother. I was agog.
At least for a few seconds I was. Then I figured it out. There were no shopping centers in 1621. I did, however manage to keep a straight face.
"The merchants really raised hell with the Pilgrims about that," he finished.
A few minutes later Mom figured it out.
Anyway a while back one of the young bucks on one of the tugs asked me what else I had done for a living.
I told him I had been a pornographic movie actor so casually that it just HAD to be true.
"Really?" he asked and I knew I had a live one on the hook.
My shipmate's eyes clicked on me for a nanosecond and then he turned his head to keep his smirk from letting the cat out of the bag.
I won't post the conversation here even though it was outrageous and totally believable. The family reads this and I promised my sister I'd keep it clean.
I did casually mention that the actresses loved me because my member was a normal size and with me they didn't feel like they were being assaulted by a two foot long chunk of balogna.
Suffice to say the young lad probably went straight to the nearest computer and went looking for old porn to see if I was really in it.
Hook line and sinker.
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Specifically the talent to keep a straight face while I am feeding someone a total line of complete BS.
One night at dinner I mentioned that I had read somewhere that Thanksgiving had been celebrated in December.
'I know," said Dad. "They changed that because the Plymouth merchants all complained that it cut down on the number of shopping days until Christmas."
"Really?" asked my mother. I was agog.
At least for a few seconds I was. Then I figured it out. There were no shopping centers in 1621. I did, however manage to keep a straight face.
"The merchants really raised hell with the Pilgrims about that," he finished.
A few minutes later Mom figured it out.
Anyway a while back one of the young bucks on one of the tugs asked me what else I had done for a living.
I told him I had been a pornographic movie actor so casually that it just HAD to be true.
"Really?" he asked and I knew I had a live one on the hook.
My shipmate's eyes clicked on me for a nanosecond and then he turned his head to keep his smirk from letting the cat out of the bag.
I won't post the conversation here even though it was outrageous and totally believable. The family reads this and I promised my sister I'd keep it clean.
I did casually mention that the actresses loved me because my member was a normal size and with me they didn't feel like they were being assaulted by a two foot long chunk of balogna.
Suffice to say the young lad probably went straight to the nearest computer and went looking for old porn to see if I was really in it.
Hook line and sinker.
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Someone else wrote today's post
This came to me in the form of a text message.
Okay. Here's one for your blog.
This 60ish bird of a woman walked past me at the airport, the only one there except two Seattle cops. None of us were wearing masks but at least I had mine pulled down ...but ready.
She snapped at me :Why aren't you wearing your mask?"
I replied "Why aren't YOU?" and she said...I kid you not..."Because I am essential personnel." and asked the cops "Are you going to DO something?"
Without losing a beat one cop said "No. Move along."
The world has gotten Pelosified.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2020
There is no real mandatory gotta wear a mask everywhere rule here in PA.
Yet every so often you run into someone that thinks there is and decides to become the self appointed mask police.
These people are my bread and butter. My answers are as you can imagine, pretty sarcastic.
"Look, it's been over two weeks since I've had unprotected sex with a Chinese prostitute. I'm safe."
I asked some guy"Will it go on my permanent record?"
"When you report me to the STASI don't forget to tell them about the Jewish family and three shot down aviator I'm hiding in my basement."
"So YOU'RE the one that ratted out Anne Frank!"
A while back before this COVID crap I told a woman that SCOTUS had declared that people had the right to face their accusers and that the police departments with tip lines had to open their files to the public and now we'll see who the snitches are!"
The woman turned completely ashen. Especially when I added that I had just gotten outta the joint by the governor's order and that I wanted to go back to finish my sentence and get it over with.
The majority of these self appointed police officers are women and that's because they know that nobody will hit them. Truth is I won't unless they get physical. That changes the rules.
Guys generally keep their mouths shut because they know that they can't hide behind a dress.
Someone gave me a great idea for the next one I run into. He said I should whip out the cell phone, take their picture and tell them I am posting it on social media labeled 'Snitch, member of the Mask Police. This is the kind of person that got Anne Frank murdered'.
Now let's here what I do in real life.
As an act of courtesy to my fellow man if I am going into a situation where I am going to be around ANYONE I mask up. It's common courtesy, something society seems to be lacking these days.
When I am not near anyone, perhaps driving or taking a walk I go without. However I do pack one while walking in case I meet up with someone. I never wear one gardening.
I do NOT wear a mask because some jerk in Harrisburg posted what is basically an unconstitutional edict. The governor can kiss my ass. The mask police can, too.
I wear one simply because I am a good citizen.
Come to think of it, I bet that if people started writing 'Trump 2020' on their masks that wearing them would become a felony in a lot of blue states.
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These people are my bread and butter. My answers are as you can imagine, pretty sarcastic.
"Look, it's been over two weeks since I've had unprotected sex with a Chinese prostitute. I'm safe."
I asked some guy"Will it go on my permanent record?"
"When you report me to the STASI don't forget to tell them about the Jewish family and three shot down aviator I'm hiding in my basement."
"So YOU'RE the one that ratted out Anne Frank!"
A while back before this COVID crap I told a woman that SCOTUS had declared that people had the right to face their accusers and that the police departments with tip lines had to open their files to the public and now we'll see who the snitches are!"
The woman turned completely ashen. Especially when I added that I had just gotten outta the joint by the governor's order and that I wanted to go back to finish my sentence and get it over with.
The majority of these self appointed police officers are women and that's because they know that nobody will hit them. Truth is I won't unless they get physical. That changes the rules.
Guys generally keep their mouths shut because they know that they can't hide behind a dress.
Someone gave me a great idea for the next one I run into. He said I should whip out the cell phone, take their picture and tell them I am posting it on social media labeled 'Snitch, member of the Mask Police. This is the kind of person that got Anne Frank murdered'.
Now let's here what I do in real life.
As an act of courtesy to my fellow man if I am going into a situation where I am going to be around ANYONE I mask up. It's common courtesy, something society seems to be lacking these days.
When I am not near anyone, perhaps driving or taking a walk I go without. However I do pack one while walking in case I meet up with someone. I never wear one gardening.
I do NOT wear a mask because some jerk in Harrisburg posted what is basically an unconstitutional edict. The governor can kiss my ass. The mask police can, too.
I wear one simply because I am a good citizen.
Come to think of it, I bet that if people started writing 'Trump 2020' on their masks that wearing them would become a felony in a lot of blue states.
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Tuesday, May 5, 2020
One of the things I like to do is give the busybodies false information.
Working on the water makes this possible because I am out of town when the non crime is committed because it give me an unimpeachable alibi.
"We're going to burn down the orphanage on the 8th!" (Or whatever)
Of course the little snitch goes straight to the police and babbles incoherently that Piccolo is going to burn down the orphanage on the 8th.
Of course the orphanage doesn't burn down and even so if they decided to check up on my whereabouts I am 600 miles away.
It doesn't take too many times of that and the snitch looks real stupid.
What's interesting to note is that there are actually a couple of officers I check in with when I leave town.
In fact about six or eight months ago one of them asked me when I was going to continue to throw dead hookers out in my trash. Apparently the guys in the department thought it was pretty funny.
They must have thought it was pretty funny because they normally ask someone to stop doing things like that because it generates a lot of traffic to the dispatcher. They must have liked it enough to accept the phone calls which I am sure it generated.
Some years ago I had a friend in retail that would occasionally give me a sun bleached mannequin. I'd throw a cheap set of Walmart fishnet stockings and a pair of Goodwill high heels (preferably the sexy mules) on the mannequin and stuff it in the trash with the legs sticking out.
I stopped doing that when my friend left retail.
I know the local Gendarmes did get at least one call. Some chubby little Earth mama came to the door and raised hell with me. She told me it wasn't funny and she was going to call the police if I didn't remove it. I offered to let her use my phone and told her that while she was at it she should also mention the 45 pounds of cocaine I was planning on selling to schoolchildren and $475,000 of laundered money I was keeping in the garage. She left in quite a huff.
Actually in a way I respected the little Earth mama. She at least had the moxie to confront me instead of being a whiny little cowardly snitch.
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"We're going to burn down the orphanage on the 8th!" (Or whatever)
Of course the little snitch goes straight to the police and babbles incoherently that Piccolo is going to burn down the orphanage on the 8th.
Of course the orphanage doesn't burn down and even so if they decided to check up on my whereabouts I am 600 miles away.
It doesn't take too many times of that and the snitch looks real stupid.
What's interesting to note is that there are actually a couple of officers I check in with when I leave town.
In fact about six or eight months ago one of them asked me when I was going to continue to throw dead hookers out in my trash. Apparently the guys in the department thought it was pretty funny.
They must have thought it was pretty funny because they normally ask someone to stop doing things like that because it generates a lot of traffic to the dispatcher. They must have liked it enough to accept the phone calls which I am sure it generated.
Some years ago I had a friend in retail that would occasionally give me a sun bleached mannequin. I'd throw a cheap set of Walmart fishnet stockings and a pair of Goodwill high heels (preferably the sexy mules) on the mannequin and stuff it in the trash with the legs sticking out.
I stopped doing that when my friend left retail.
I know the local Gendarmes did get at least one call. Some chubby little Earth mama came to the door and raised hell with me. She told me it wasn't funny and she was going to call the police if I didn't remove it. I offered to let her use my phone and told her that while she was at it she should also mention the 45 pounds of cocaine I was planning on selling to schoolchildren and $475,000 of laundered money I was keeping in the garage. She left in quite a huff.
Actually in a way I respected the little Earth mama. She at least had the moxie to confront me instead of being a whiny little cowardly snitch.
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Monday, May 4, 2020
I briefly dated a really cool woman
that had invited me over for a slap up meal.
While I was there the phone rang and I heard her pick it up and say say, "Well get over here! I'm bored and that sounds great! All I'm doing now is the laundry and all I have now is time. Come on over!"
She turned and looked at me with a big cheerful smile and told me she had just gotten an obscene phone call. I marveled at the confidence she had shown handling it. An awful lot of women go straight into panic mode even though a phone call can't hurt them.
I laughed at the confidence she had shown in dealing with the caller. I also knew that she was pretty capable and probably had a pistol of some sort in easy reach. She could take care of herself.
My suspicions were confirmed on a later date. I spotted a small .22 revolver in a drawer which isn't anyone's first choice for self defense but would suffice if push came to shove.
Like a lot of us, she drove a funky VW bug which back in those days was a fairly simple machine. She did most of her own maintenance on it. Her father had taught her well.
My life was in transition at the time and as a result the relationship ended practically before it got started.
Still, I wonder what happened to her.
Women like that make good sailor, doctors, and soldiers wives because they can take care of themselves when their husband is off making a living.
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While I was there the phone rang and I heard her pick it up and say say, "Well get over here! I'm bored and that sounds great! All I'm doing now is the laundry and all I have now is time. Come on over!"
She turned and looked at me with a big cheerful smile and told me she had just gotten an obscene phone call. I marveled at the confidence she had shown handling it. An awful lot of women go straight into panic mode even though a phone call can't hurt them.
I laughed at the confidence she had shown in dealing with the caller. I also knew that she was pretty capable and probably had a pistol of some sort in easy reach. She could take care of herself.
My suspicions were confirmed on a later date. I spotted a small .22 revolver in a drawer which isn't anyone's first choice for self defense but would suffice if push came to shove.
Like a lot of us, she drove a funky VW bug which back in those days was a fairly simple machine. She did most of her own maintenance on it. Her father had taught her well.
My life was in transition at the time and as a result the relationship ended practically before it got started.
Still, I wonder what happened to her.
Women like that make good sailor, doctors, and soldiers wives because they can take care of themselves when their husband is off making a living.
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Sunday, May 3, 2020
I heard that Larry died in a fire from smoke inhalation.
which kind of sucks. I liked Larry. I haven't seen him in decades and when I tried to look him up a few years back I heard that he had died in a fire a few months earlier.
It's too bad. I wanted to say hi and see what happened to him.
Larry was actually kind of a troublemaker when I was in high school with him. For the first couple of years I looked down on him. But over time I came to understand him and by my senior year I grew to actually like and respect him.
Larry was old school and still wore a grease cut. He was a born rebel and didn't take a lot of guff from teachers or the administration. The vice principal hated him and as to be expected, the enemy of my enemy is more often than not my friend.
He was looked down on by the college bound set although he was rather bright. If he had decided to he could have whistled his way through college but that wasn't where he wanted to go.
He was a pretty good organizer and that was one other thing the administration hated about him.
The truth is he was bored as hell with school and saw through the BS they used to try and keep us in line. Threats to have a stain on his 'permanent record' were laughed off because he knew there was no such thing. Threats to ruin his chances to get into college were a joke because he was not headed that way.
He wasn't intimidated by the school authorities and they hated him for that, too.
There was a program called 'Good Government Day'. It may still exist but every high school was supposed to send a representative and Larry threw his hat into the ring. At first everyone laughed.
He ran a basic straight faced campaign on the outside but his quiet campaign people spread word that it would give the administration a real black eye if we sent him.
Of course the so-called class leaders were appalled and started badmouthing him. Those were the handful of students that got all the plums. They were always being sent off to represent us because the administration knew they would be good little boys and girls.
It was getting close to the election and the administration did another stupid thing that pissed off practically the entire student body because they were treating us like small children.
The student body was looking for a way to retaliate and they found it in Larry. We decided that sending him to Good Government day would embarrass the administration. We knew he'd do something.
He won with about 80% of the student vote. We all knew there was no way the administration could stuff the ballot box. In fact the woman responsible for counting the ballots had been counting ballots for only a few minutes and looked at the vice principal and said, "We're sending Larry." The vice principal turned ashen. I grinned broadly.
He must have cringed as he pictured 'Nando straight out of 'West Side Story' from his black pointed shoes to his scalp full of Greasy Kid Stuff entering a world of wholesome collegians resplendent in their Ivy League button down collared madras shirts.
I'm sure he wanted to call the whole thing off. I'm sure he considered it but rightfully figured there would not be a school standing if he did. There would be a terrible uproar and he'd likely get fired.
We sent Larry off and as we planned he did create quite a stir. The stir he created wasn't what we had expected. We had figured he'd get popped for smuggling beer in or maybe picking a fight with a teacher of some damned thing. We just knew he would create a real horror show of some kind. We were actually planning on it.
Instead he blew our minds. He buckled down, got with the program and put his all into it to the point where the Good Government people gave him some kind of special award.
Needless to say that afterwards when that was announced on the school PA system everyone cheered. We knew we had really stuck it to the administration because then had tried to find an excuse not to send him. Not only had Larry truly pissed off the administration but he had brought the school glory.
Of course the final humiliation was at the next assembly when the vice principal had to call him up on stage, shake his hand and tell him what a good job he had done. The look on Larry's face when he got called up onstage said 'kiss my ass'. We were ecstatic.
I gained a lot of respect for the guys that were headed off into the industrial arts careers because of Larry. I'm sure he had done a lot better than the college bound set. They would have played the 'to get along go along' game. I'm sure he had stuck his neck out and rolled the dice and won. Larry had guts.
I sort of lost touch with Larry some time after graduation and wish I could have met him when we were older but it was not to be. It's kind of sad.
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It's too bad. I wanted to say hi and see what happened to him.
Larry was actually kind of a troublemaker when I was in high school with him. For the first couple of years I looked down on him. But over time I came to understand him and by my senior year I grew to actually like and respect him.
Larry was old school and still wore a grease cut. He was a born rebel and didn't take a lot of guff from teachers or the administration. The vice principal hated him and as to be expected, the enemy of my enemy is more often than not my friend.
He was looked down on by the college bound set although he was rather bright. If he had decided to he could have whistled his way through college but that wasn't where he wanted to go.
He was a pretty good organizer and that was one other thing the administration hated about him.
The truth is he was bored as hell with school and saw through the BS they used to try and keep us in line. Threats to have a stain on his 'permanent record' were laughed off because he knew there was no such thing. Threats to ruin his chances to get into college were a joke because he was not headed that way.
He wasn't intimidated by the school authorities and they hated him for that, too.
There was a program called 'Good Government Day'. It may still exist but every high school was supposed to send a representative and Larry threw his hat into the ring. At first everyone laughed.
He ran a basic straight faced campaign on the outside but his quiet campaign people spread word that it would give the administration a real black eye if we sent him.
Of course the so-called class leaders were appalled and started badmouthing him. Those were the handful of students that got all the plums. They were always being sent off to represent us because the administration knew they would be good little boys and girls.
It was getting close to the election and the administration did another stupid thing that pissed off practically the entire student body because they were treating us like small children.
The student body was looking for a way to retaliate and they found it in Larry. We decided that sending him to Good Government day would embarrass the administration. We knew he'd do something.
He won with about 80% of the student vote. We all knew there was no way the administration could stuff the ballot box. In fact the woman responsible for counting the ballots had been counting ballots for only a few minutes and looked at the vice principal and said, "We're sending Larry." The vice principal turned ashen. I grinned broadly.
He must have cringed as he pictured 'Nando straight out of 'West Side Story' from his black pointed shoes to his scalp full of Greasy Kid Stuff entering a world of wholesome collegians resplendent in their Ivy League button down collared madras shirts.
I'm sure he wanted to call the whole thing off. I'm sure he considered it but rightfully figured there would not be a school standing if he did. There would be a terrible uproar and he'd likely get fired.
We sent Larry off and as we planned he did create quite a stir. The stir he created wasn't what we had expected. We had figured he'd get popped for smuggling beer in or maybe picking a fight with a teacher of some damned thing. We just knew he would create a real horror show of some kind. We were actually planning on it.
Instead he blew our minds. He buckled down, got with the program and put his all into it to the point where the Good Government people gave him some kind of special award.
Needless to say that afterwards when that was announced on the school PA system everyone cheered. We knew we had really stuck it to the administration because then had tried to find an excuse not to send him. Not only had Larry truly pissed off the administration but he had brought the school glory.
Of course the final humiliation was at the next assembly when the vice principal had to call him up on stage, shake his hand and tell him what a good job he had done. The look on Larry's face when he got called up onstage said 'kiss my ass'. We were ecstatic.
I gained a lot of respect for the guys that were headed off into the industrial arts careers because of Larry. I'm sure he had done a lot better than the college bound set. They would have played the 'to get along go along' game. I'm sure he had stuck his neck out and rolled the dice and won. Larry had guts.
I sort of lost touch with Larry some time after graduation and wish I could have met him when we were older but it was not to be. It's kind of sad.
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Friday, May 1, 2020
Piccolo meets another idiot.
which is nothing new. The world is full of idiots. When shortages come and everything becomes difficult to get we will still have a humongous surplus of idiots.
The other day I watched a Karen shuffle through the cleaning supplies looking for a germicide. There were none to be had so I suggested putting bleach and water into a spray bottle and told her it was probably the best germicide out there.
She was one of those idiots that was convinced that things couldn't be that easy and that in HER house they were going to use BRAND NAME products. To her there was no way in hell something that easy and cheap could possibly be as good as something that was expensive.
I was about to shuffle off when she told me her kids were never leaving the house until this plague is all over and how she constantly battles germs.
I told her that the kids should be outside playing in the yard and the dirt because by germ proofing everything all the time would lower the kids antibody system and when this mess is over they'll be susceptible to just about everything coming down the pike.
Then I told her that she may not believe it but a lot the homeless have incredibly powerful immune systems because of their constant exposure to everything.
"How could that possibly be?" she asked and at that I knew I was dealing with an idiot incapable of logic. "Those people live in filth!"
"Which is exactly why they have such powerful immune systems," I answered. "Living rough like that puts the antibodies on high alert and makes the immune system stronger."
"My children certainly have a better system than any homeless person," she said. "Because I keep my home germ free and don't let them outside!"
"Whatever," I replied. "Next time you run into a health care person that has worked with the homeless ask them about it. You might actually learn something." With that I wandered off.
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The other day I watched a Karen shuffle through the cleaning supplies looking for a germicide. There were none to be had so I suggested putting bleach and water into a spray bottle and told her it was probably the best germicide out there.
She was one of those idiots that was convinced that things couldn't be that easy and that in HER house they were going to use BRAND NAME products. To her there was no way in hell something that easy and cheap could possibly be as good as something that was expensive.
I was about to shuffle off when she told me her kids were never leaving the house until this plague is all over and how she constantly battles germs.
I told her that the kids should be outside playing in the yard and the dirt because by germ proofing everything all the time would lower the kids antibody system and when this mess is over they'll be susceptible to just about everything coming down the pike.
Then I told her that she may not believe it but a lot the homeless have incredibly powerful immune systems because of their constant exposure to everything.
"How could that possibly be?" she asked and at that I knew I was dealing with an idiot incapable of logic. "Those people live in filth!"
"Which is exactly why they have such powerful immune systems," I answered. "Living rough like that puts the antibodies on high alert and makes the immune system stronger."
"My children certainly have a better system than any homeless person," she said. "Because I keep my home germ free and don't let them outside!"
"Whatever," I replied. "Next time you run into a health care person that has worked with the homeless ask them about it. You might actually learn something." With that I wandered off.
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