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Thursday, February 14, 2019

And just because I feel the need to share

30 minutes ago I took the first four pills starting me on my journey to my 55 year colonoscopy. I start the drink in 3 and a half hours.
As I feel absolutely no desire to blog from the toilet, there will be no further updates pending...

Happy Valentine's Day All...


Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Oh.... Well that's okay then..

I haven't posted anything politically opinionated in a while, but a commentary by Shepard Smith on Fox news last night following Trumps televised address just simply rubbed me the wrong way. His comment  "The government's statistics show that there is less violent crime by the undocumented immigrant population than by the general population" is so ludicrous as to be borderline asinine.
Did I say borderline? Perhaps I misspoke myself. It IS asinine.

Let's put this in perspective, shall we?

In order to keep numbers fairly simple for the sheep out there, let's say Los Angeles, CA has a population of only 1000. In a year, they have 100 murders. That's a simple 10 percent example even a CNN follower should be able to figure out.

Out of the 1000 people, TEN are illegal aliens. (Yes, I said Illegal Aliens). The other 990 are "general population".  Smith doesn't say if he's referring to ANY American, or only documented immigrants here, but either way, for the sake of argument, we'll let that slide... Nor does he offer the actual  ratio of IA (Illegal Aliens) to GP (General Population) for that matter, but I digress...

Out of the 100 murders, only TWO of the murders are perpetrated by Illegal Aliens. 98 are done by the general population.

Illegal Aliens:   10
Murders:              2
Murders per IA:  .2

General Population: 990
Murders:                     98
Murders per GP:       .01 (rounded UP)

STATISTICALLY, more murders were committed by the GP. COMPARATIVELY, the IA are murdering ANIMALS....(where have I heard that before?).

Of course, my numbers above are pure conjecture, as I don't know the ACTUAL ratio of IA to GP, Fox didn't give out that detail. But I assume it can't be much higher than 1 percent. If I'm wrong, feel free to enlighten me. With facts, not your guess against mine. I already admitted I don't KNOW the actual ratio, nor do I CARE.

The only thing I care about is that the TWO murders I conjecture were perpetrated by the TEN illegal aliens could NOT have happened if they weren't here in the first place. If they were here LEGALLY, they would be part of the "general population", and we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Build the fucking wall. And stop blaming Trump for skewing facts when you use stupid statements by folks like Shepard Smith to lead astray the small minds of the Sheeple of America.






Monday, January 7, 2019

Coywolf. Wow. Just wow!

I actually just learned about a relatively new critter in the scheme of evolution, the Coywolf.
I don't remember where I was online, probably one of the prepper/homesteader blogs I follow, but it was only about a week ago when I saw the term for this hybrid animal, and my curiosity was piqued enough to do a web search on it.
This was one of the first pics that came up on a Google search:
And I shit you not, this is a photo taken today on my way to visiting a lighthouse in Muskegon, MI:
My buddy's wife had her camera out, putting on a new lens she'd recently purchased, and so had it ready when this absolutely serendipitous photo op came up.

Wow. Just fucking WOW.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Titular obsession

I suppose I could have come up with a title a tad less obscene sounding... Because no, this rant isn't about girls wanting breast enhancement surgery, or every guy ever born.
It's about titles. And individuality. Or perhaps conformity. Fuck if I  know; I just write this shit, I don't claim to understand it.

Anyway, I was reading an article about cow farts this morning, and the 'carbon footprint' these odorous emanations generate. While admittedly more concerned with the solid emissions from the rear of a cow, and how it affects my footprint, I couldn't help but notice all the titular separations we humans use to describe ourselves: ecologist, carnivore, vegan, environmentalist, etc., all in a simple article about cow farts. 
And as if we need more ways to differentiate ourselves from our fellow birth-to-death sojourners, we make shit up! Now, it's not only what you eat, but where it's from. You, too, can now be a Locavore!

And again, here we have a confusing sounding word similar to our obscene sounding post title. This one, Locavore, means eating 'locally' produced foods. These local foods can be either meat based, plant based, or one can only assume entomophagy based: the practice of eating insects, which would of course include locusts.

But the article also caused some of the neurons in my brain that were still half asleep at 4:00 AM to wake up and start a conversation with the others that were already up drinking their coffee and starting their day. (Just between you and me, dear reader, I'm fairly sure some of the neurons get up early to spike their coffee before the rest are up and about. Which only increases the likelihood of unusual morning conversations from the Voices...) 
What is it that practically requires us to assume superiority over each other? 
I assume somewhere back in the annals of time, mankind discovered it was easier to fend off the ravages of other meat eaters by banding together and providing a united front in order to cover our backs, and maybe this is where it all started. Moog was a huge, hairy, robust Hunter, and all the hot hairy Neanderthal ladies with their beetling brows and bow-legged beauty swooned over him every time he came in covered with blood and hauling a mastodon hambone over his shoulder. One can practically see them clustering around him in their slope shouldered femininity, screaming "hit me, hit me" and offering their long snarled and muddy tresses to be dragged off to his cave. Meanwhile, scrawny Uggagug, a lowly Gatherer, only got the ugly girls: those nasty looking ones with the straight spines and small noses who actually (ugh!) washed! Well, mankind, being mankind, wasn't going to change just to suit poor Uggagug, and so he did the only thing he could think of to change his status. Rather than feel bad about being a lowly Gatherer, he decided he'd actually feel better about himself than Moog by the simple expedient of doing something Moog didn't! 
I don't know what this might have been. It happened a long time ago, and I wasn't there. But let's assume for the sake of argument that he decided that contrary to genetics, DNA, nature, and, oh, I don't know, maybe HAVING A PENIS, he was going to be a girl.
This was definitely something Moog would never do, and therefore set him apart from Moog. Because now Uggagug was a homoSEXUAL, while Moog wasn't even a homoSAPIEN yet! It didn't change any of the socioeconomic gestalt of the tribe, but it gave Uggagug a TITLE!

What is our obsession with needing so many ways to separate ourselves? Isn't it enough to be a "good person"? 
How about a "caring human"? How's THAT for a title?

Why this insatiable need to constantly separate ourselves into smaller and smaller subgroups so we can somehow be part of something bigger? Something greater than ourselves? Does being an elitist make us better? Isn't it enough to be just a vegetarian? 
If, somehow, we could stop striving to be "included" in groups that for the most part only bestow a titular identity, and no real substance, perhaps we could make a REAL difference.
I'm an omnivore. A prepper. A Constitutionalist. A white male. And, according to some people, a Prick, a Jackass, and an Asshole.
None of which changes ME. The persona I identify as Myself . Or who YOU are. 
The world's getting scarier and meaner out there. Sabertooth tigers and hairy mastodons looking for their missing hams aren't what we have to fear anymore. Its the joiners and groups that for some reason think they need to rid the planet of all the 'not-thems' that we have to fear today. The people with those other titles: Bigot, Racist, Rich, Poor, White, Black, Christian, Muslim.... Its getting so nobody is just John, or Bill, or Mary anymore. Everyone needs to be somehow more than who they are.
And, I believe, only makes us all that much less....

Monday, December 31, 2018

My EDC

Right front pocket:
Had to use an internet picture of this multitool from Swisstech... My buddy has mine after using it, and I'm gonna have to fight him to get it back...

I like the loop thingee on this, and has a Phillips and flat driver. Bottle opener has come in handy a time or two...

3.5" with partial serrated for pesky rope and shit
Left front pocket:
Minimalist blade for light work


Gotta keep myself kissable...


On a belt loop:
 Petroleum infused cottonball in
Metal container. Whistle

Folding scissors

Large size clippers

Kind of a p38, but has its own small spoon built in...

Precision tweezers
Small metal pill capsule I carry salt in

Dog tag sized fishhook/frogging gig

Precision screwdriver set with bit storage

Cotton balls light real quick with this ferro magnesium rod

Full sized screwdriver. I carry the bits in a small container in my left front pocket.
This also has a 3/8 socket head built in...
In my wallet:
Knife edge, can opener, sockets, ruler...

Outdoor survival card in stainless steel

Cheap ass sharp as hell credit card knife

Bottle opener/can opener/spork thingee
Defunct plastic card with needles, thread, fishing line
On my belt:
Large fixed blade with diamond
sharpener in sheath.
Not shown (because it's in my glove box as I don't need it often): Snare wire and pre-made snares.

Well, that's it for what I carry every day, every where. Doc never fails to laugh when I empty my belt and pockets at weigh in.... Forgot one time, so she re-weighed me after I took it all off: about 8 lbs....

Update: thanks Odysseus!
Also on my belt: