I see a bad moon rising.

Trump winning the election is only a case of kicking the can further down the road. We're headed straight to outright communism with a speed bump of socialism.

I am not willing to live under socialism. I won't live that way.

I am beginning to believe that I will not die of natural causes and that's fine by me. I will either live free or die. Makes no nevermind. I've had a pretty good run. 

One of the things that I do enjoy now is the heady feeling of freedom I get when I realize now that a life sentence isn't really much of a deterrent for me. 

Over the years I have had very few brushes with the law which is interesting because I have paid little heed to the laws of our nation. I have preferred to live by my own. I am most certainly not alone here.

The reason I have not wound up in jail is most likely because I have pretty much chosen to live fairly responsibly. People who do this seldom have brushes with the law under a reasonable Constitutional Republic.

Responsible people don't need a very large government. Big governments are for irresponsible people and those that don't want to take care of themselves.

I plan on continuing my lifestyle to the end and if the powers that be don't like it then that's the way it is. Throw me in jail. I care less and less by the day.

I am becoming convinced that the appointment of Amy Comey Barrett to SCOTUS is a last ditch effort. 

While I have to say she is a breath of fresh air because she will defend the Constitution as a non partesian justice, it's only going to be a short time, though, until the Dems pack SCOTUS with liberal judges and the entire Constitution get thrown out. 

I have said it before and I'll say it again, liberals destroy everything they touch. They are the reason we can't have nice things.

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Some guy griped about his daughter dating a pizza delivery guy.

For Christ's sake, the guy is still in school. He's trying to make ends meet between classes. Did dear old dad think his college freshman daughter was going to start dating the CEO of General Motors? Get realistic. 

"Hey, asshole," I said. "Your daughter is doing rather well. Her boyfriend has a job, owns a car and always has a pizza. Were you doing that well as a college freshman?"

Crickets.

He ought to be grateful, too. His daughter doesn't have two sleeves of ink, a bone in her nose and has natural colored hair which is a plus as far as the way I look at things.

 

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I can hear the President at his next rally.

"I've had Covid. I went to Walter Reed and I'll say it's the finest hospital I have ever been to and I was flattered when the Sp/4 that saw me come in said. "Mr. President, you're my Commander in Chief and the only civilian entitled to a salute. We're going to treat you like one of us!"

"I've never been so flattered in my life! Our soldiers said I was one of them! Nobody has ever said anything so nice to me before. Our brave warriors said I was one of them."

"Then he handed me 2 Moutrin and told me to drink plenty of water and come back during normal sick call hours, which I did and they took great care of me. God bless the people at Walter Reed! They treated me like one of them!"

THAT would go over a LOT of people's heads!

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Do not use dynamite cases as moving boxes even though they are ideal.

I have not seen a dynamite box in about three decades but they used to be very tough, heavily waxed cartons that were ideal for use as moving boxes in every aspect but one. They are labeled as being Dynamite cartons.

It is not a good idea to use these boxes as moving boxes because if people see them stacked up in your house while you are moving in they generally jump to conclusions and have been known to call the police.

The other thing that isn't really a good thing to use are surplus pine ammunition boxes unless you paint them over. When people see pine obviously military boxes stenciled (for example) 60 mm mortar rounds they also jump to conclusions.

Using these things to move your good with isn't really a very good idea. It wasn't a good idea 30 years ago when I moved and it's not a good idea now. 

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Another political phone call

"Hello. What political candidate are you trying to tell me to vote for?"

"Oh, we're an enviornmental group," the caller answered. Slick. Nice try. I already know where this is going. She's going to try and slide into talking to me about voting for someone, probably Biden.

"Are you working?" she asked. 

"I just got back in from sea," I replied. "I flew in from Tokyo yesterday. I work for a Japanese maritime company."

"You work at sea? How exciting! What do you do?"

"I'm a harpooner on a whaling vessel," I replied.

It went straight downhill from there.

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Well, I made it onto someone else's $hit list.

I got my first election doorknocker that didn't bother to see the 'Go Away' sign or the 'Come back with a warrant' door mat.

I'll admit if she was a Trumper I would have probably thrown her out in a bit of a kinder manner but she wasn't.

She was a rabid Biden voter and ignored me when I quietly told her to leave. I was going to raise my voice and simply throw her ass out but decided a little humiliation was in order. I decided to set a trap.

"You mean the Donald Trump you say wants to grab your pussy?" I asked and she took the bait and ran with it. She went on and on over that one.

"Lady, go home." I said. 'Put a mirror between your legs and take a long, hard look at that nasty old thing of yours. Then you can come back here and tell me that a New York billionaire really wants to grab it. I'd bet my kid brother's Basset hound has better makin's than you."

I fully exected to be physically attacked but to my surprise I wasn't. I didn't even get the satisfaction of a good screech. She stood there with a look of total outrage on her face with smoke pouring out her ears. It was actually rather amusing but it was also disappointing.

She left and my plans were foiled.

I was hoping she would attack me because then I would have had her arrested. I'm tired of messing around with those people. 

 

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The last couple of months I was in the service I slowed down a bit.

I didn't become a goof-off or a slacker but I do recall I didn't still have that hard charging spirit that got me promoted ahead of my peers.

I had seen too much of a system that seemed to pnish people for being good at their jobs. All too often I would hear someone up the chain tell Top to 'put a good man on it' and find myself in charge of some dopey detail or other task. 

A fellow Sp/5 put it very accurately. He said, "The duds get over."

When he said that he was 100% spot on. The duds DID get over.

Looking back on it things ere that way because most of the staff and platoon sergeants were too lazy to get off their asses and actuallly lead some of those people. It was easier just to let them hide out and avoid much of the drudgery.

Of course the duds didn't get promotions but they didn't have to bust their asses too much, either. 

I remember two details that I led cleaning up trash in the field. There was certainly no shortage of it. An infantry battalion in a day or two can create a pretty good collection of C-ration cans and boxes and although the BnCO gives orders to keep the perimeter clean an awful lot of stuff gets by.

The first time I got assigned this job I was assigned three good men, a Jeep and a trailer. We went down gathered a trailerload of trash and headed on back into garrison. We were back in time for noon chow and I reported to Top immediately. I told him I wanted to give the three guys the resst of the day off because they didn't fritter around. They got the job done quickly and did a good job.

Done deal. I went to the mess hall and told the guys thay had the afternoon off.

A while later the detail came around again. It rotated between several battalions and every few months our battalion would get it and the BnCO would give it to Headquarters Battery, where I was located.

Top assigned me to it the second time and for some reason lost in time I was given two duds and a halfway decent guy to get the job done.

All three of them heard that I had given the last group the afternoon off. They were looking forward to the same thing. Instead I made it clear to them that this could be either a half day job or a two or three day job and it was up to them. 

They started to complain and I told them that it was going to be done, and done well and when it was done they could go home.

The two duds lookedd at each other and the other guy looked at them and said he had no intention of spending the entire day out in the boonies and we had best just do it, and get it done and over with.

I suppose the man's size and ability with his fists made some of the difference but the two duds buckled down and got it done.

Again, we were in by noon and I reported to Top. He asked me how I had managed to get the two of them to get the job done. I told him that I had given them no choice and I was willing to spend days out there until it was done. I also mentioned that the third guy, the worker was pretty good with his fists. Top grinned.

That left me with a craw in my throat because I was doing the job that the staff and platoon sergeants were supposed to do. They should have motivated those two a long time earlier.

Of coursse, the two duds went back to being duds the second we returned because their platoon sergeants would let them but I did manage to get a day's work out of the pair.

Still, a number of things like that soured me on the army and when I became a short timer I wasn't quite as motivated as I had been.

There was a field problem when I was down to about three weeks and I squirmed out of it. It would have been a waste of everyone's time, the Army's and mine. I would have returned to the battery after the field exercise and started clearing post the next day. 

What's interesting is that my First Sergeant knew how I squirmed out and quietly told me he thoought I was pretty slick. 

I drank a bunch of quinine (tonic) water and ate a bunch of poppy seeds the night before a drug test and promptly popped hot and was pulled to the hospital for further testing that proved I was clean.

The trip to the hospital saved me. I spent the time the battery was in the field manning the phones in the barracks along with another couple of guys on light duty.

Anyway I was a decent soldier but I couldn't see making a career of it at the time.

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My paramedic

Narcanned your honor student.

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I heard someone say "We've lost the Surpreme Court."

What happened? Did Trump lose it in a crap game in the Rose Garden the other night?

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One of the things that makeslife great is running into people with the same sense of humor.

I was traveling a while ago and had to check into a motel that I have used from time to time. 

Those new electronic  so-called keys suck and the woman behind the counter asked me if I wanted two of them. She knew that they were somewhat unreliable and wanted to give me a spare. I was very considerate of her but there are some openings that create a Pavlovian situation.

"That would be great! I can give one to the hooker I met in the parking lot!" I answered.

She didn't bat an eyelash. "What's she charging? Maybe I can give you a better deal." she replied.

GREAT comeback and it rates as number two over the years.

The all time best was when I asked the woman at the desk of a hotel/restaurant in Kodiak. "Do you have reservations?" I was referring to the restaurant.

"Just beastiality," she replied.

One of the things I like about myself is that by being a World Renowned Smart Ass is that on rare occasions kindred spirits recognize it and shoot back.

It's kind of nice being shot with a ball of your own $hit once in a while. 

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I wuz busy

Galklivnting across the country today

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I see where Armenians blocked a highway in southern CA.

Blocking highways has gotten pretty stale if you ask me.

The excuse that the protesters use is they want to make the public aware of their cause.

Perhaps the protesters should be made aware of the cause of the people they are blocking. Their cause is feeding their wife and kids and they don't want to be late for work. Feeding women and children is always a good cause.

Some states have make my day laws.

We need a keep me from being late law.

Make it legal to run over protesters and the problem will go away.

It's really quite simple. Most things are.

In fact if you enact a law like that I will start carrying a passenger instead of driving alone. That way of I miss a protester with my fender the passenger can get them with the door.

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Some people can't understand a simple concept like gravity.

One time many, many moons ago I watched a guy with a background in engineering trying to install a pump in a fishing boat. The pump was to transfer fuel from a fifteen gallon tank to an oil stove. He was out there trying to find an out of the way place to mount the pump when Timmy happened on by.

Now Timmy wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. We figured that somewhere along the line he had just a touch of Down's. He watched the skipper for a few minutes and said, "Gee! I wish I could figure that out. If I did it I would have mounted the tank on the overhead and used gravity because I don't know how to set up a pump like that!"

About a minute later a red faced engineer was asking Timmy to help him get the fifteen gallon tank up onto the coachroof.

I watch people all the time go through a lot of rigamarole to do things that are in fact quite easy to do because they seem to be unable to figure out how gravity works.

Of course sometimes gravity works too good and you have to slow it up  a bit. One can't simply toss a safe out of a third story window and not expect something bad to happen but you get the general idea. Gravity can be your friend and the price is right.

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So Eskimo Pies got woke and decided to change their name, huh?

Change it to Baby Seal Pops.

Club that appetite!

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The other day we spoke of trashy looking top heavy bleached

blonds.

Let's look at the other end of the spectrum. Like the day I told the Walmart greeter that asked how I was. I told him I had a nasty cocaine hangover and my girlfriend had told me she's pregnant.

The woman behind me stuck her nose into it and asked me how old my girlfriend is.

I looked at her and cheerfully told her "I'm helping her get her driver's license next week, however old that is."

Pavlov was right. I just HAD to say that.

It's a case of instinctively giving an answer to leave someone outraged and someone else amused.

Needless to say, the Walmart guy was quite amused.

I have told this story before but it shows I am fairly flexible in what I can pull out of my ass on short notice. It's quite often scary.

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Sometimes I scare myself.

One time recently a young buck asked me what kind of women I chased when I was his age.

"Trashy looking top heavy bleached blond divorcees between the ages of 35 and 55," I replied. It was an apply anywhere smart assed answer that I pulled out of my hat instinctively.

The answer came to me out of nowhere and just rolled off of my tongue with no second thought even though it was bull$hit. 

Sometimes it scares me when something like that just flows out of my mouth. I guess my sarcasm is Pavlovian.

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Someone suggested legalizing prostitution

which I agree with in principle but I am taking a dim view of what it would be like realistically. The government would frig up a whorehouse up to a fare-thee-well.

Any decent talent would probably stay in the shadows and work illegally, though. That's where the money would probably be if the governmental rules were applied to a brothel.

First of all Uncle Sam would probably require all madams to hire a quote of handicapped and put racial quotas on the girls and on and on until a guy would walk into the whorehouse parlor and see a collection of female nightmares. 

There's be the drooler in a wheelchair sitting there working a coloring book, some other woman that fell out of the ugly tree and broke every branch on the way down. Simply checking out a legalized whorehouse parlor would be like a visit a carnival freak show.

I do believe the government is incapable of runninng a whorehouse that sells whisky without a colossal subsidy. 

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Ahh, Yes. The Foreign Legion... They actually saved my life back in the 70s.

This is one of those things that is a pain in the ass to talk about because everyone jumps to conclusions when I say the FFL saved my life.

Needless to say there are two stories, pick one.

First, I ran off with the Sheik of Araby's beautiful dark eyed daughter by stealing his prize horse, scooping her up behind me and galloping off into the darkness of the desert with about 2000 gold toothed greasy A-rabs* chasing us.

We made it to Fort Zindenauf ahead of them and when they charged the fort I won the Legion of Honor for shooting 38 consecutive A-rabs off of a camel's back.

After that we left the fort and were mio chased through the Seven Cities of Gold, Phoenix, Tuscon, Las Vegas to name a few. We were chased day and night and were nearly caught every time we turned around.

 Finally we escaped disguised as hillbillies and found peace and security in Pittsburgh in our lovely little house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and our 2.3 children.

Needless to say when I tell that story and the listener sits there agape not one of them has the brains to ask how they managed to get 38 A-rabs on the back of a camel. Even the Marx Brothers could not pull that one off although they did do a splendid job of cramming about that many people into a small ship's cabin in 'A Night at the Opera'.

Then, of course, there's always the truth which never seems to be quite as colorful.

Back when I got out of the army I was living in a tipi in the Rockies. I knew that that was not goinng to last forever so I decided to look for something interesting to do after I left the tipi. I considered becoming a game warden of some sort in Africa because I loved living in the outdoors and wanted to do something to protect the wildlife.

I wrote practically every country in Africa asking about employment as a game warden. When I mentioned this to someone they suggested I also write the FFL because at the time they were supposedly involved in some sort of law enforcement in the African French holdings.

I got no reasonable offers. Africa was (and probably still is) a mess and about half of my letters went unanswered.

Those that replied were not looking for gamekeepers but mercenary soldiers. What was then Rhodesia offered me a enlistment in the Rhodesian army with an opportunity to try out for the Sealous Scouts. Be a man among men, said the posters of the Scouts.

Sorry. Not interested.

The last letter to trickle in came from of all things, the Legion. It was not a recruiting letter but a well thought out piece of advice that I change my plans as being a game warden in most of Africa was likely to end for me with a bullet in the back of my head and being eaten by hyenas.

The Legionnaire that wrote it had taken the time to recommend to me that I seriously reconsider my plans for a number of well thought out reasons. Among others was that certain Rhino horns were worth over 30,000 mid-1097s US dollars. 

When you consider the average house cost of the time was about 25K you can see that the possession of such an animal part would lead to a rather heated discussion conducted with firearms.  

Based on the letter I got from the Legion I changed my plans and I do believe it saved my life.

*A-rabs are not to be mistaken for Arabs that really exist. A-rabs area figment of a Hollywood screenwriter's imagination and in general bear no resemblence to people in the Arabic parts of the world.

It really isn't as colorful as running off with the Sheik's beautiful daughter but it remains that the French Foreign Legion did save my life.

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Some people get it.

Yeah, it was an unprofessional thing to say but I did it anyway. 

When someone asked me how I was faring the Covid 19 epidemic I casually told them it wasn't too bad because the liquor stores were open and I found a coupla strippers and dope dealers that make house calls.

Captain Sarcasm strikes again.

I had to listen to a "What? Strippers? Drugs?"flip out from the person that asked me about how I was handling Covid which is to be expected. 

One time at sea I had a can of starting ether in my back pocket while I was washing a particularly greasy skillet. I took it out of my pocket and put it on the counter next to the sink.

My shipmate walked in and saw the ether and asked me why it was in the galley in the first place.

'This skillet is plenty greasy," I replied.

Of course he was on to me and replied "We're low on ether. Why don't you just get some MTBE out of the sample locker."

That was more like it. 

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I just saw where some woman said that the outdoors is racist.

She was griping that people of color are not wanted in the woods which is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.

What is she talking about? Do Grizzly Bears dine strictly on people of color? Do ticks avoid white people and opt for blacks? Is this institutional racism? A conspiracy involving Mother Nature?

What the hell is she talking about? It makes no sense at all to me. I have never heard of plants, trees or animals opting to do what they do based on race, religion or anything at all.

Truth is there are people of all colors that enjoy the outdoors but among blacks it does seem to be a minority. Not many blacks do camp or hike. I have seen very few hunt but I have seen a number of them fishing.

I don't know why that is but if anything it's a cultural thing of some sort. It has nothing to do with the outdoors.

In fact if she wants to knock that chip off her shoulder and start doing things in the woods she''s very likely to find the people she meets there are more than willing to welcome her aboard. I've seen this with all sorts of outdoor activities.

Actually common interests generally punch a hole clean through racist behavior. Using a car club for an example if some guy of ANY color shows up with a well built hot rod of some sort that he built with his hands he's going to get a lot of respect for his skill and talent because enthusiasts generally forget about what color someone is when they show up with a really creative ride.

Same holds for a lot of other things.

Actually back in the day the ere were a lot more blacks hunting, camping and in the outdoors than they are today. Many of these people were city dwellers that would fire up the family buick and head out to deer camp to get some meat.

Now that I think of it I wonder what that complaining woman would do if someone gave her a couple of venison steaks. My guess is she would throw them out after saying 'Yuck! I ain't gonna eat me no deer meat!'

Of course, the Gospel According to Piccolo says if someone wants something to complain about, you give them something to complain about. 

Give the complainer a tupperware bowl full of venison spaghetti sauce and afterwards after she tries it and says how good it is tell her it was venison. The scraaching would be epic.

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It's BUFFALO.

I was getting ready to make a couple of buffalo burgers and offered one to somebody. "You want a buffalo burger?" I asked.

Of course they got all confused and then asked if I meant bison.

It's BUFFALO. Buffalo Bill got his name from killing BUFFALO. It's the same animal  people want to call bison. 

Of course the official naturalists are going to come along and say it's a Bison bison but so what? It's a buffalo. After all, why did the Indians go on buffalo hunts? They didn't go on bison hunts. They went on buffalo hunts.

Now do you want a damned buffalo burger or don't you? 

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I see where woman's self-defense classes are chockablock full these days.

which is fine by me. Everyone has a right to be able to defend themselves.

At Richmond some gay dude asked me to hold his flag/placard while he took care of something and I was glad to. Gun rights are gay rights, too. I'd support practically anyone's RKBA.

Anyway, from what I have seen and heard there are a growing number of women that have taken it upon themselves to become armed and that's probably a good thing these days.

Armed women is not a new thing. Some woman have been armed for years. The thing that interests me is that a lot of these women are the kind that thought that owning a firearm was wrong. They have seen the light and have figured out that self defense is an individual responsibility.

When seconds count the police are only minutes away. A lot of women are beginning to figure that one out. And on top of that the defunding and now unreliability of the police in areas makes self defense look like more of a necessity.

Some time ago I wandered into the club house of my sportsman's club and saw a woman's self defense class. I knew the woman running it and she greeted me as I passed by.

The following weekend I ran into a group of women at the range backing ARs and overheard them talking about interlocking fields of fire which caught me off guard. Apparently some of them were neighbors.

This was a few years back and I was surprised as hell to hear that. These women were the kind that gardened islands in streets and things like that yet now they were talking about such things.

A couple of them were waiting their turns with carbines slung across their backs like thsy had grown up with them. They were new shooters and I was surprised to see that because they had adapted so readily.

While I have not checked the schedule of events I am curious if the club is now actively running these courses.

I recently got a call from a member of the LGBTQ community asking me for instruction which caught me off guard for a second until I realized I had volunteered to help out after the Pulse shooting and they got my name off of the lists.

Still, I am not surprised to see women looking for instruction. One of my gun store buddies says most of his sales are to new gun owners and of the new gun owners, over half are women.  

I'm all for it.

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That scar? I got it in the war.

What war? Vietnam? Desert Storm?

 "The Spanish American war," I replied . "I served with Colonel Roosevelt in Cuba. That scar came from a Spanish bayonet."

 " Really? "

"Yeah. I had to fetch horses for him because he has a couple shot out from under him at San Juan back in '98."

"Wow!"

Another idiot bites the dust. They make it too easy.

Learn to count, people! Do the math. Nobody lives to be 143 years old.

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Things can come back to haunt you

About 25 years ago someone I know well signed a piece of official paper work in an interesting way.

He signed his name as SIR (his real name) XVIII.

On the title line he wrote 'Earl of Cricklewood Green'.

Twenty five years later we still kid him about it because the office went stark staring bonkers.

We still call him Earl.

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I have been screaming about the voting system for years. It's corrupt as hell.

https://nypost.com/2020/08/29/political-insider-explains-voter-fraud-with-mail-in-ballots/

https://nypost.com/2020/08/29/political-insider-explains-voter-fraud-with-mail-in-ballots/

This crap has been going along for decades and that's decades too damned long.

The penalty  for voter fraud sshould be death. Voter fraud isn't something that should be punished with some kind of a small fine. The guilty should pay for stealing the Republic with their lives.

Trump has said he is not willing to transfer power without a fight of sorts and the way the system has been manipulated he shouldn't.

If I  had even a whit of faith in the system it would be a different case but it isn't. 

Actually it really doesn't matter a whole lot to me because in general elected officials have neither my respect, my loyalty nor my obedience. Most of them can kiss my ass.

I go about my business fairly responsibly and pay little or no attention to the law to begin with.

I have a funny feeling that there are a lot more like me. We are the people that will do practically anything if asked and damned little if we are told to by government.

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Yeah I am a swashbuckler. Local 26. Why? You got any buckles you need swashed? I'll give you a good deal.

Someone recently asked me what a swashbuckler was and needless to say I answered that he was a person that swashed buckles. 

I explained the three year apprenticeship program the International Brotherhood of Swashbucklers and Sword Fighters(AFL/CIO) runs and that you need a high school diploma to get into the program.

It's a good deal, I explained. Apprentices start at $28.64 hourly and the pay raises over 3 years to the full journeyman rate with raises every six months up to $41.75.

After five years as a journeyman you can go to the school to become a master swashbuckler and when you become one you are authoried to wear a pencil thin moustache.

He said it sounded interesting and wanted to know more.

He wanted to know more so I told him more. When it comes to out and out bull$hit I'll give them all they can handle.

The trick it to come to the very edge of having the entire pile of BS come crashing down and I started to play a little more carefully because I had a live one.

He wanted to know exactly what a swashbuckler did and I simply told him they swashed buckles. I went on to explain that wealthy people had expensive buckles on their clothing that had to be swashed every so often so they looked their best.

He seemed mollofied so I left it at that. 

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Her mother lied to her.

or maybe it was her father. Whoever it was told her she was special and deserved a handsome wealthy prince to marry her and take care of her for life. They told her he was on his way and not to settle for anything less.

Now all 375 pound of her inked, pierced and purple haired self sits there being nasty to everyone that even says hello to her. She's waiting for her prince and eating potato chips all day until he shows up.

Meanwhile the princes are running around with slim, educated, motivated women that had parents that told her like it is and admonished her that she had best come to the table with something to offer.

Don't worry about her supplying grandchildren. There's always some twisted drunk or meth head that will come along and knock her up.

Actually in this day and age I am glad I am not young and dating. I do believe that if I was of that age I would be likely looking overseas for a life's mate. I really don't like what I see here very much these days.

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You don't get to choose your replacement.

I am listening to a lot of people babbling about Ruth Bader Ginsburg wanting to be replaced by a different president.

A am coming close to retirement and I do not hear anyone asking me to choose my replacement and I won't bother with even suggesting my replacement. It's not my choice.

Sorry Ruth. The Constitution comes first.

Then again, my guess is she never said that. It was made up by Schumer, Pelosi or Adam Schiff.

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SCOTUS should neither be liberal nor conservative.

My guess is that the liberal/conservative bent of SCOTUS started with FDR. He threatened to simply ad more judges until he got his own way. The number nine has been by tradition only and FDR wanted to load SCOTUS up and have things his way.

Actually when you look carefully at it SCOTUS should neither be liberal nor conservative. Their duty is only to determine if something is constitutional or not along with a few other duties.

A job as a justice on the SCOTUS bench really doesn't require some kind of super duper new and improved law school graduate. It simply requires someone that understands the Constitution. 

When you consider that the Constitution was written so the average Joe could understand it there really is no reason we need a lawyer on the bench. A smart guy with a high school diploma and some practical experience in life would probably do well enough.

We'd likely be a whole lot better off if they threw out this liberal/conservative crap and simple followed the Constitution as it was written.

Before one goes off and starts babbling incoherently about racism and so on please read the entire document first. Many of the original mistakes have been ironed out with the various amendments. Everyone regardless of race, color, whatever gets a pretty fair shake.

 

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A busy day.

Maybe later but don't bet on it.

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There's an interesting book hitting Amazon around the end of September. Letters from Uncle Dave.

Uncle Dave was a WW2 paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne that was killed on Operation Market-Garden.

His remains were not recovered for 73 years.

The book is actually a story of a family looking for closure and it's not only a story about a paratrooper but of an entire family and how Dave's loss effected the entire family.

It is interesting to note that Dave figured out he was not likely to be promoted because of his attitude but to his surprise he was kicked upstairs to sergeant.

To anyone that knows anything about WW2 it's plain to see in Dave's letters that he was shielding his family from the truth and the realities of war. 

The hunt for Uncle Dave's remains was a long search by Dave's nephew that covered well over 20 years and unlike many searches for dead relatives it was successful. 

As someone that tracked down a cousin killed at Iwo Jima I could certainly relate. I got lucky and had sit-downs with three of his fellow Marines that served with him. 

All in all it's a pretty good read in my opinion.

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Goahead and riot.

riot all you want. 

All it does is piss people off and alienate the average working stiff from your cause.

It won't be loong before the pendelum swings and you ain't gonna be happy campers.

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Here's one about defunding the police.

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I just saw where Ruth Bader Ginsburg has died.

Trump had better get his ass in gear and get a replacement MOST riki-tik.

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Someone once asked me what it was like in the army back in my day.

Of course I could not let that one slide.

I told him that about a year after I had graduated from jump school the army started issuing parachutes.

The young GI took a second, his mouth opened then he turned a bit red in the face and finally laughed like hell.

Another person asked me about Air Assault units.

I gave a thoughtful look to him and told him it was a lot like the old horse cavalry butinstead of horses every trooper was responsible to take care of the pterodactyl that was issued to him to fly him into combat.

This guy had never been in the service and I do believe he took the entire hook, line and sinker.

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Science is not political.

It is neither left nor right and doesn't care who is in office or who isn't.

Science is what it is.

The left's recent statement that science is real is nothing more or less than to politicize one more thing.

Radio propagation is on an up cycle.

Will that effect everyone equally.

Politics has nothing to do with it.

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Somebody was walking to a store with their mask in their pocket

and some idiot Karen asked him how come he wasn't wearing a mask.

He snapped at her "Because I ain't the Lone Ranger. You don't see no six-guns on my hop."

He told me about the incident and said to mme that when the Karen asked him he thought "What would Piccolo say? He's a pretty good smart ass."

I am truly flattered.

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I have seen too many cops shot lately.

It is past time that they shoot back.

In other news I saw some kid jump on the hood of a police car. The cop stepped on it and he slid over the roof and off of the hood and got free flying lessons.

Good for cop!

He ought to send the kid a bill. Flying lessons are expensive. The cop's time is worth something.

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In this day and age I have a hard time understanding why anyone would want to raise kids

Then again I suppose my parents probably felt the same way at some point in time.

I suppose I should just sit back and watch to see what happens with those that are raising kids.

One piece of advice I can give them is to find any way possible for them to avoid the public school system.

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I have read a few things on failure to launch

and was disgusted but the other side does have a point.

Back in the day a person working at the Mill somewhere could scrape up a few bucks for a down payment and buy themselves a home. The American Dream was fairly easily attainable.

It actually still is attainable. There are jobs out there that enable people to own homes but they are fewer and further between than they were years ago.

Part of this is the fault of both political parties and illegal immigration. The Dems want illegals for votes and the Reps want them for cheap labor.

Wages for basic manufacturing jobs have been flat for a long time because of imported legal and illegal labor and inflation has continued.

I can now see to some extent where a child would stay at home longer to get on their feet.          

Still, there are a lot of unfilled apprenticeships and schools out there that would enable someone to make a decent living.

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It's gonna happen because the liberal do-gooders don't know how not to

Sometime before every election on a Saturday afternoon we have a nice, crisp day of good sleeping weather and I actually try and take a nap. I'm not much of a nap person but every four years at sometime before election I get the urge and never get very far because some imbecile doesn't read the sign on the door and wakes me up about as soon as I doze off.

The only other nap I take during the year is when I hunt deer. I doze off resting against a tree and when I wake up there's invariably a doe about ten feet away. Of course that happens during buck season but the nap itself is very refreshing.

Still, I already know who I am voting for and I do not take kindly to some snooty little college kid waking me up during my bi-annual nap. I think the only people I hate worse than snooty college kids are young schoolteachers.

I'm tired of fighting with these people so I think I am going to put a bigger 'ne tresspassing' sign in my door and just call Officer Friendly and have him remove them.

Then again maybe not. It's more fun to chase them down the street with a kukri.

Then again maybe I will call Officer Friendly. I'm getting too old for that sort of thing and besides  you can't get away with it anymore.

The reason it happens is because people let them. If we were permitted to hack up tresspassers there would be a huge shortage of them.

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A handsome prince is going to come to rescue you.....NOT

I heard a local mom tell another woman that she wishes her daughter would find a really nice guy and settle down and have a couple of  kids.

And I wish I won the lottery. Ain't gonna happen. One look at the daughter tells me that.

Let's take a look at the young woman.

First of all she's a really overweight but used to have a somewhat pretty face until she colored her hair purple and mutilated her face with piercings and ink. On top of that she had a perticularly foul mouth and a totally entitled attitude.

Coupled with no skills.

Yet the mother seems to think that some handsome devil with a $250K/year job is just going to come out of nowhere and sweep her off  of her feet, marry her and put her in a lovely home in the suburbs and give her three wonderful  children.

Keep dreaming, Mom. Ain't gonna happen. Sad to say, but the only grandkids headed your way are going to come from her coupling with some drunken buffoon that was on a three day bender when he ran into her.

It's sad but one has to look at things from a realistic point of view.

The other thing that should be taken into account is smart men also look at their prospective in-laws and the truth is you ain't no prize, either.

Back when I was dating I looked at my date and looked at her parents, added them both up and divided by two. If I got a negative number there would be no second date.

I do remember one date where the parents scored through the roof but as the evening went on the daughter went well into the negative. There was no second date but I actually did keep in touch with the parents over the years.

There was also the date that never came to fruition because the mother was a nosy bitch and tried giving me the third degree. I looked at the daughter and decided that although she scored well, the mother's minus score caused me to walk off and leave everyone standing agape.

It's sad seeing a young woman destroy what few good looks she had through self-mutilation.

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Some Antifa or BLM girl was being carted off by a couple of cops for spittiing on them

A couple of cops were carting her off after she had spit on them. She demanded a female officer.

The cop she was talking to responded by asking her, "How do you know those two don't identify as female?"

Comedy gold.

Near the end.   

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I am posting through a Kindle and will be doing so for a while.

which sucks.

The other day some 22 year old schoolteacher type started explaining masks to me.  She was talking to me like I was one of her schoolchildren.

It really frosts my ass to be spoken to like a little kid by one of those types of people.

When she explained to me that her mask protects me and my mask protects her I looked at her wide eyed.

"What if I don't think you are worth my effort to protect you?" I asked, innocently.

I derived a personal satisfaction of watching her walk off in a huff. I despise people like her. I am not a small child. I am an old man and things tend to go full circle but I am not there yet. Please wait until I start wetting my pants or drooling, please.

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Busy

Today

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I just got called an instigator on Nextdoor

Me? An instigator?

I am just an honest citizen that reports what he sees.

In other gnus.

The other day I was driving on the highway and saw the traffic advisory sign read this:

Be a part of the team

Wear a mask

Keep the proper distance

Now being a traffic advisory sign I figured that PennDot was instructing us to wear masks and socially distance while we are driving.

Being a good citizen I put my mask on and when I was in traffic I was to keep a proper distance from other cars. I generally do not tailgate so the second part came naturally. When I got off the highway I kept the proper distance from the car in front of me at red lights to stay in compliance.

Needless to say, at a red light some inconsiderate jerk pulled up right against my bumper and when I looked in my rear view mirror I saw to my horror that the driver didn't even have a mask on!

Fact is they are now using traffic advisory signs for other purposes and it's ridiculous. If they have no traffic advisory information we would be better off using the signs to sell advertising on. They could use the revenue to defray costs.

I would much rather see a Coca Cola ad than have to see more governmental big brother crap.

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I see where someone is giving a pony away on Nextdoor.

and my Godson has a birthday coming up....

Hmmm.

News update: A Pittsburgh man was brutally murdered by his niece and nephew after delivering a birthday gift to his Godson.......

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College kids are a pain in the a$$.

Apprenticeship types of the same age not so much. They have to go to work and pay taxes.

For college kids the rule of thumb is the more worthless the degree thay are after the more useless they are. The students going after STEM degrees are generally better grounded than the liberal arts types. That's probably because they have a realistic plan unlike a puppetry major.

I am still in awe at the guy with a master's in puppetry that was moaning about not starting off at $175K and his college debt but I digress.

When I first moved to Kodiak I noticed that "I'm a college student." didn't really draw a skipper's attention when he was looking for a crewman anywhere near as much as "I just got out of the army and I need a job" did. The former sometimes drew smirks, the latter got the skipper's attention.

I am not including veterans or people that have been in the work force for a while and decided to go back to school. For purposes of this I am talking about kids that went straight to college from high school. These older students have actually seen real life and their attitude is likely different.

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So OK. You know who you are and things don't look very good now.

You are in a Denver rail yard stark raving naked and talking to a railroad bull that wants to know how you came to arrive in Denver naked in a boxcar.

Well, let's see. Four years ago you were caught red handed stealing a political sign out of someone's yard on camera. The victim of the crime did two things. He gave the police a copy of the video he took and posted the the whole thing on Facebook. You were livid with him.

Of course when your wife was informed and saw the Facebook video she was humiliated and threatened to divorce you. Especially after you tried to lie your way out of it. You must have thought your wife was stupid enough not to recognize her own car. Even the plates were clearly visible.

You promised to leave other people's things alone and your wife, for the benefit of the kids agreed not to divorce you.

Yet here it is four years later and you had to do it. You just had to do it again. You stole another sign a few days ago.

You thought you had gotten away with it. You had thrown the sign into the back seat and drove away clean. No cameras caught you. You reached into the back seat, grabbed the sign and threw it into a ditch.

Then you saw your hands which had some kind of grey greasy substance on them and you paid it no mind and washed and scrubbed for about an hour until they were clean again.

The next day your wife complained about the greasy stuff on the steering wheel and said it had gotten all over your daughter's new outfit. The same stuff is all over the back seat upholstery. Of course you didn't know until you thought about it. The owner of the sign must have put something on it. 

The stuff is called NeverSeez and it's a bear to get rid of. You are probably going to need to have the back seat professionally cleaned and it's going to take some time to clean the steering wheel. 

Of course you are livid with the person because he has created chaos in your life but your anger is misdirected. You have done this to yourself.

Now you were out politicking door to door and walked up to a house that had a sign out front that said 'no soliciting...especially politicians'. Halfway up the walk you walked past a sign that said 'This means you!'

Of course you are such a loveable guy so you think you're an exception. The signs couldn't possibly mean you and besides what you have to say is important.

You see a printed letter in the storm door, read it but you just know it doesn't apply to you.

"Anyone that knocks on this door to discuss politics will be chloroformed instantly, hauled inside, and heavily sedated. After dark you will be stuffed into the bed of a pickup, taken to the Sewickley railroad yards be stripped stark naked and be crammed into a westbound empty box car with only a liter of water and a can of sardines. This means YOU!"

But that couldn't have possibly applied to you! After all, what you have to say is important!

And here you are stark naked and talking to a railroad bull in Denver, Colorado that wants to know how you wound up naked in a boxcar in HIS rail yard. You got some 'splainin' to do. You probe your memory and draw blank. You can't remember a damned thing. The only thing you remember is you woke up sick as hell about 12 hours ago shivering in a moving rail car with a liter of water and a can of sardines. Both are gone. You woke up dry and famished.

You have no idea of how you got there. You barely remember your name and address and you had to think to remember that. Elephant tranquilizer does that to people.

How are you going to talk your way out of this one?

.

 

Some idiot started talking about how bad eating meat is for you.

I replied that meat was the food of choice since prehistoric times and they denied it.

"Why are there no cave paintings of salads?" I asked.

They didn't know what to say.

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To the person who stole my friend's political sign from his front yard.

That nasty vile stuff you have on your hands, steering wheel and the upholstery of you car is called Never Seez. Good luck getting  it off.

You also got it all over your steering wheel and the upholstery of your back seat where you threw the sign. The next person to ride back there will likely get it on their clothes.

I suppose you can get it off of your hands with a good scrubbing but you will likely get more on your hands when you take your car anywhere. It's going to take a while to get it off your steering wheel.

As for the upholstery? You might try using gasoline or acetone but I'm not even sure that will work.

Of course you are sitting at home angry at the person the person that got all that nasty stuff all over your hands and car but you are likely directing your anger at the wrong person.

Had you decided not to vandalize someone else's personal property then you would not be in this situation. To see who did this to you go into the bathroom and take a look in the mirror.

You did this to yourself.

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I just took a look at the Google sattelite photos of

the place I grew up in.

It's getting a very serious remodeling and is looking pretty good. I would love to see what it looks like now.

A trip back east is in order once the Covid business is over with.

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Ahh, yes. Good morning.

As usual the cat decided it wantedto eat at 5:30 which I suppose is fine because I went to bed fairly early.

It is what it is. It's a part of having an orange cat. They do what they do do and there's no doing anythiing about it.

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on last night's ham net I could hear net control in Florida as clear as a bell

but nobody else.

I guess 30 watts and a wire didn't have enough mojo.

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One of the things I should do is install a thermostat timer.

I do like to sleep somewhat cooler and turn the AC up a bitduring the day.

Problem is I oftentimes forget to turn it up when I get up.

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