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Thursday, September 5, 2019

I lived in Florida during hurricane Ivan

About the only thing I remember about that devastating storm was my wife staring through the window as the winds increased and we both thought the end was coming.
It wasn't until the eye crossed over and the winds paused that I dared open the door long enough to let her in...

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Its shit like this that pisses me off

Had an ENT doctor appointment today in "the city". On my way there, at the exit off the highway we had to swerve to avoid a deer.
This isn't really a problem, though. Living in the country we often get deer running out in front of us. Just yesterday we had a doe come out of the ditch at the side of the road at a full tilt and missed hitting her by inches. I swear I could smell the stink of her, she was that close. Or maybe that was just me shitting myself at the near miss...
No, what pissed me off was the deer in the road on the exit was ALREADY hit. Which is understandable, it's a tight curve on that  exit with nowhere to go but forward.
What really crumbled my cookies was that whoever hit it took the head.
And left the carcass in the exit lane.
I immediately got this vision of some prick redneck bragging to his drinking buddies how he bagged this one at 500 yards with a Daisy BB single pump after stalking it 30 miles through swamp in the middle of winter with only survival rations consisting of Redman chewing tobacco and a hip flask of Jack Daniels.
Seeing the deer like that got to my wife too. And that just pissed me off more about this sorry fucker. I really don't like seeing my girl upset.
I REALLY hate people sometimes.

No white male privilege here...

In order to fit in with today's "woke" snowflakes, I will no longer identify as an older white male.
I am now an age-challenged melanin-deficient lesbian female born with a penis.

So there.

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

I told a guy his light was out.

I actually do this quite often. I'll be driving behind someone, and coming to a stop, I'll notice they have a taillight out. I've been known to get out at a red light, run up to the driver stopped in front of me, and let them know a brake light isn't working.
I've never been shot doing this. I've never had anyone jump out screaming at me. Could it happen? Sure. I'm "dead" certain some nutjob packing an Uzi ith an over-inflated sense of importance could conceivably think I'm trying to hijack them, but most folks are a little more pragmatic in my experience.
I never scream at them to put their hands on the wheel, or get out of the car slowly.
And we both generally leave the situation feeling better. They, because this is a small matter that could save them a ton of money on fines, or even their life from some overzealous, trigger happy cop, and me for the simple fact of denying the powers that (shouldn't) be another opportunity to fleece the sheep.

Perhaps if our LEOs stopped treating us as the enemy, talked rather than ordered, and kept THEIR hands away from their guns, more people wouldn't panic every time the lights come on behind them, and make choices that make the cop 'fear for their  safety'.
Domestic terrorists (aka raving nutjobs) kill a couple hundred a year. We call this a tragedy. We call this inhuman. We rage against the insanity.
Cops kill TWENTY FIVE hundred every year. Because they fear for THEIR safety...

Friday, August 23, 2019

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

A moment of silence today

For the wife and 14 year old son of Randy Weaver.
Today is the 27th anniversary of their ignoble death at the hands of out of control rogues.
'Nuff said.
God bless and Godspeed.

There's just so much wrong here

My post from yesterday about some punk playing on his iphone while laying with his feet up on a sofa included a picture of this miscreant. And I got to thinking about how and why this guy had me literally ready to go total bat shit crazy.
That ONE picture had so many things wrong in it.

A punk kid in the middle of a summer day lounging inside. With his fucking dirty ass shoes up on the couch. Not out enjoying the beautiful  weather, but INSIDE.

Not only just lounging, but playing on a cellphone that most likely would cost me two weeks pay, and since he's farting around with nothing else to do, I seriously doubt he has a job. You know, to actually EARN the money for that phone.

Not only on his cellphone, but in the LIBRARY! You know, that building that had all those BOOKS?

And not JUST books, but books on history, and struggle, and tales of people who have given their very lives so others can be free.

And not just those, but books on PROPER  parenting, and etiquette, and laws. Books on how to behave in a polite society, and perpetuate these societies.

I didn't walk over and knock the phone out of his hand and kick his dirty ass off the couch, even though that was my first inclination. Probably BECAUSE I was raised better than he obviously was. Although I admit I desperately WANTED to. And offered to bring to his attention the error of his ways, even though my offer was declined.

I was ANGRY.
THIS is not how children should be raised. Angry at him. Angry at his parents. Even angry with the library personnel who put up with this shit, and I genuinely like these old school marm ladies.

I didn't even THINK about the sharp edged tool on my belt, or in my pocket, or hanging from a lanyard around my neck as a deterrent to stop his rude behavior. Nor would I have pulled a gun had I been carrying.

That's not how I was RAISED to treat these tools. And maybe that's why that guy bothered me so much. HE represents so much that IS wrong in our country.

Selfishness. Lack of empathy. Self-centeredness. And the total disregard for ANYTHING other than ourselves being instilled in our anti-social upcoming generations.

Oh. And let me close with one of my favorite lines from "Lonesome Dove" by Cap'n Call after he beats the shit out of some asshole who desperately deserved it, then noticed folks watching him:

"I can't abide rudeness in a man."

Seems about right...

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

SOME doxxing I get....

Personally, I think if a government official were to publish a list, ANY list, with my name and address on it, I'd be incensed. Granted, the addresses of all those donors businesses and such are public record, but he published them for the SOLE purpose of having those people/businesses doxxed due to their political beliefs.
I just think that's low.
I also don't agree with publishing everyone's name charged in a crime. Person does a crime, gets caught, charged, and pays the penalty, be it fine or time served, its over and done with.
But SOME doxxing I can get behind. Like people who are rude. Or self centered. I believe they should be called out so if nothing else, they pay the price through public shame.
I walked into my local library today, and as I walked to the reading area to see if the book I had chosen was one I could get into, I saw some FUCKING PUNK laying on one of the couches, feet all over the damn thing, playing on his phone.
I can understand wanting to publicly call out assholes like that. I even volunteered to improve his manners at no charge, but the little old lady librarians asked me to not say or do anything. They didn't like to have "scenes".
So I sat there literally fuming over this punk's lack of manners, respect for others property, whether it be public or private I assume, and at his parents who couldn't be bothered to teach him right.
So yeah, I think dirt bags like this SHOULD be called out. If a proper upbringing can't do the trick, I'd think public shaming might. Of both him AND his parents.
That being said, anyone recognize this scum from the library in Hart, Mi.? Got a couple of local public notice boards I need to update.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

I've said it before

We as a country have become almost unlettered compared to the ability of our forefathers. If you don't believe me, read the Constitution, or Declaration of Independence some time. Beautiful!

Or try the Immigration Act of 1882: (emphasis mine to highlight the beauty of the language of the time...)

If on such examination there shall be found among such passengers any convict, lunatic, idiot, or any person unable to take care of him or herself without becoming a public charge, they shall report the same in writing to the collector of such port, and such person shall not be permitted to land.

Poetry. Pure poetry...

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Have you seen Dr. Pimple Popper?

There's this doc that has a program on cable called Dr. Pimple Popper. She's a dermatologist that pops folks pimples on TV to the delight and occasional disgust of her viewers.
What can I say? My wife watches her. My wife is weird.


But the premise of the show is that her clients are nice people, and most of them have a distinct feeling of being ostracized by society due to a skin condition, most often in the form of a large ugly bump in a prominent place, be it head, neck, shoulder, butt, whatever, that other people look down at them for, or make fun of them because of.


And here comes the reason for this post. Its not about pimples. Its about the stigma that these people go through due to no fault of their own. Fate has seen fit to place a large fatty mass or unsightly blemish in a visible location, and other people treating them as if they are lepers. They travel from all parts of the country, and often other parts of the world, to go to an understanding dermatologist to remove said offending blob/blotch. And the transformation in their demeanor is nothing less than amazing.
They go from mousy, quiet, self-deprecation, to grateful, jubilant, self-assured individuals all due to the way they feel about other's perception of them.


So, the purpose of this post is: Mental perception. Kinda. Maybe the perception of others that we feel comes from a label placed on us describing others perception of us.


We want to use mental disease as a reason to Red Flag others that in the eyes of so-called normal people, should not own a gun.


But what if the stigma of being just labeled mentally deficient is enough to make a potentially violent person fail to seek the professional help that would otherwise cause them to behave in a non-violent manner? There are those already who stop taking medications necessary to control their behavior simply because they feel this stigma. Add to it the legal rigmarole of going to court to prove they are mentally fit to own a gun they legally purchased in the first place just because a neighbor stopped by and saw their prescription left out on the coffee table?


Simple depression, which everyone feels occasionally to one degree or another, can become overwhelming following certain events. The loss of a loved one, or other personal catastrophe, can often require medical intervention to get through. Doesn't make a person nuts. Just needs a helping hand and possibly stronger assistance to get through this separate instance of trial.


It does NOT mean they are going to go on a major shooting spree, or that they would even entertain the thought.


If I had to choose between a homicidal manic depressive taking medication to keep him sane, but happens to own a couple of guns,  and one who stops taking his meds due to the stigma of requiring said medication, but only owns a very nice selection of sharp cutlery, I'll take the medically controlled sane one any day....


But in our day of guilty until proven innocent, and finger pointing and labeling any deviation from what others find to be the norm, it seems our only recourse will be to smile through our pain from this point on. No option to seek ANY mental assistance from a certified professional, due to the fear of being Red Flagged, having jackboots breaking down your door, confiscating your weapons, and having to prove you aren't nuts in front of a judge, and having your sanity questioned publicly. This causing more whispers behind your back and stressors that cause the problems in the first place. A blemish on your reputation and societal standing not even Dr. Pimple Popper can remove.
Until, of course,  the pain builds to the breaking point due to fear of being labeled and the finger being pointed, and we actually do 'go off'. Self fulfilling prophecies are no less valid than any other I guess...