I just couldn't decide what to call it... "Good News"?, "Made Me Laugh"?, the typical "Good Guys With Guns"?
Just too many possibilities.
The first news story on the first email I opened this morning actually was a 'feel good' story NOT involving kittens or kids! (Well, there may have been kids involved in this story had it not been for a good guy with a gun, but it wouldn't have been a feel good story in that case by any means.)
Here's a link to a story with video taken inside the church in Texas where armed security took out a bad man who pulled a weapon. I almost fell off my chair laughing? (Am I sick or what!?)
Have a good Monday!
UPDATE: I just learned two people were already shot by this asswipe before he was rightfully blown away. I was NOT aware when I wrote this post. Damn it. Still glad he got it like he did though...
Monday, December 30, 2019
Saturday, December 28, 2019
2020 prediction
I predict Trump will be president after the 2020 elections. Not because he is necessarily the best, or because of any political affiliation.
It'll be because no one shows up.
America is getting so tired of politics as usual. Quid pro quo for me but not for thee. The rules only apply to the other guy.
The first paragraph of the first email I opened to peruse my morning mail as I drink my coffee this morning concerned the fact that Biden has re-stated that if he is subpoenaed to testify in an impeachment hearing, he will refuse.
Keep in mind, our president is being impeached for asking a foreign government to do him a favor for a favor (quid pro quo) which Biden admitted himself he did with a billion dollars of our money to be given in aid only if they kept his son gainfully employed, and for obstruction of congress for telling subpoenaed witnesses not to show up. Which Biden has just restated he will ignore any subpoena...
Do we even give a fuck? We, the huddled masses, sleeping in our tent cities in some of the greatest cities of the world, just DON'T FUCKING CARE anymore. We know its ALL quid pro quo in government, and has been for the living memory of most of us. We have the Pelosies of government, in an attempt to be 'just one of us' telling us how OMG 'hard' it was growing up. Her daddy a janitor. Having to lie about being an indian to get into college. How poor she was.
Until she got into politics....
Fucking barmaids, living on pay-by-the-hour wages being somehow elected to one of the highest jobs in the country complaining she can't afford to live in her district on 174,000 dollars a year, when she supposedly had to live there in the first place to be eligible to run from there.
Politicians telling us what to wear, what to eat, what to drive, how to this and when to that. Claiming ownership over our lands and proprietorship over our lives, while living high on our hog while we get the dregs.
Not a doubt in my mind Trump will remain president. The question isn't who will run the country anymore, or even who cares. The question is how long we will put up with this shit? Why show up when whoever is voted in either has no concern for anything but their own welfare, or making sure no one else is getting a bigger piece of our pie? And even those who may actually be there to make a difference being to busy fighting for their lives against the other mongrels in the pit in their own attempt to be top dog.
Billionaires and movie star idols in crystal mansions telling those of us toiling in the mud to support their lavish lifestyles while we're to filthy to enter their presence. Making sure we have enough beer and American Idol to keep us bowed and content like cows tethered in our little stalls chewing our cud while awaiting our turn to be milked, so the elite can have the cream while we fight over the whey.
Will it really make any difference? We as a populace no longer even hold our town leaders accountable. Politics has become the task of remaining in power to rule, not to govern, and we as Americans are happy to bow down to the authoritarianism as long as it happens to our neighbors and doesn't affect us. Too lazy, uninformed, or downright stupid to realize its only a matter of time until we no longer have even the pretense of freedom. Apathetically chewing our cud while career politicians and non-elected department 'heads' erode away our freedoms from the very god the were granted us by.
I predict Trump will win in 2020. But what is there left to win?
It'll be because no one shows up.
America is getting so tired of politics as usual. Quid pro quo for me but not for thee. The rules only apply to the other guy.
The first paragraph of the first email I opened to peruse my morning mail as I drink my coffee this morning concerned the fact that Biden has re-stated that if he is subpoenaed to testify in an impeachment hearing, he will refuse.
Keep in mind, our president is being impeached for asking a foreign government to do him a favor for a favor (quid pro quo) which Biden admitted himself he did with a billion dollars of our money to be given in aid only if they kept his son gainfully employed, and for obstruction of congress for telling subpoenaed witnesses not to show up. Which Biden has just restated he will ignore any subpoena...
Do we even give a fuck? We, the huddled masses, sleeping in our tent cities in some of the greatest cities of the world, just DON'T FUCKING CARE anymore. We know its ALL quid pro quo in government, and has been for the living memory of most of us. We have the Pelosies of government, in an attempt to be 'just one of us' telling us how OMG 'hard' it was growing up. Her daddy a janitor. Having to lie about being an indian to get into college. How poor she was.
Until she got into politics....
Fucking barmaids, living on pay-by-the-hour wages being somehow elected to one of the highest jobs in the country complaining she can't afford to live in her district on 174,000 dollars a year, when she supposedly had to live there in the first place to be eligible to run from there.
Politicians telling us what to wear, what to eat, what to drive, how to this and when to that. Claiming ownership over our lands and proprietorship over our lives, while living high on our hog while we get the dregs.
Not a doubt in my mind Trump will remain president. The question isn't who will run the country anymore, or even who cares. The question is how long we will put up with this shit? Why show up when whoever is voted in either has no concern for anything but their own welfare, or making sure no one else is getting a bigger piece of our pie? And even those who may actually be there to make a difference being to busy fighting for their lives against the other mongrels in the pit in their own attempt to be top dog.
Billionaires and movie star idols in crystal mansions telling those of us toiling in the mud to support their lavish lifestyles while we're to filthy to enter their presence. Making sure we have enough beer and American Idol to keep us bowed and content like cows tethered in our little stalls chewing our cud while awaiting our turn to be milked, so the elite can have the cream while we fight over the whey.
Will it really make any difference? We as a populace no longer even hold our town leaders accountable. Politics has become the task of remaining in power to rule, not to govern, and we as Americans are happy to bow down to the authoritarianism as long as it happens to our neighbors and doesn't affect us. Too lazy, uninformed, or downright stupid to realize its only a matter of time until we no longer have even the pretense of freedom. Apathetically chewing our cud while career politicians and non-elected department 'heads' erode away our freedoms from the very god the were granted us by.
I predict Trump will win in 2020. But what is there left to win?
Sunday, December 22, 2019
I HATE yams
No, I really hate yams. I don't like the mushy texture, they taste (to me) like chicken shit smells, with added sugar. People who do eat them tend to smack, and the color is reminiscent of what I used to remove with the diaper from my baby's butt.
And don't get me started on the scorched marshmallow topping they put on this hated so-called vegetable!
So. Imagine my chagrin, if I happen to be at a liberal table at a Christmas dinner, and some well intentioned idiot actually passes me an otherwise perfectly good casserole dish filled with these filthy things? If I take some, I can practically guarantee that they will go to waste, as there is no way these are invading my sensitive taste buds. And if I don't, and push the dish away, what if it actually offends the otherwise reasonable sensibilities of the person who in some perverse sense actually thinks they are food?
Okay. This may be a bit off kilter. Its not as if I snatched the casserole dish and started flinging spoonsful of ugly orange mush against the festively decorated walls of the family dining room. Nor did I damage a perfectly serviceable receptacle bashing it into a million pieces against the offending liberal's head. (The 'serviceable receptacle' being the dish, not a liberal's head. Just wanted to make sure that was understood....). In this latter case, it would not just be my personal sense of taste, or my own feelings that are in danger, it is a case of destructive mischief at the least, and assault with a deadly vegetable at the worst, and such behavior should be punishable.
But I live in Michigan, was raised by reasonable parents, and have been taught a certain sense of decorum during my upbringing.
I would politely refuse, mumbling something about being allergic to any disgusting foodstuff that looks and smells like baby shit, and those who enjoy this sort of gustatorial infestation would have that much more to themselves. Good on 'em.
But those who enjoy yams don't care if I don't. They don't tie me to the chair and make me watch them eating them with such obvious enjoyment, while they smack their way through mouthful after mouthful. They do not degrade me for my preference for white potatoes, possibly with gravy, white or brown, and accuse me of vegetable bigotry.
Not so the LGBTQ+etc 'community'. And thank goodness I don't live in fucking IOWA! Where a 'repeat offender' is facing 15 years in prison for burning a gay alphabet flag. (Google it, too many hits out there for me to reference one...)
Okay. He shouldn't touch something that doesn't belong to him, and should have learned this in kindergarten. He has no right to tell others how they should feel, or what they should put in their mouths. Yams or otherwise. And he should be punished.
But fifteen years?
Well, says the public defender, its a hate crime.
WHO SAYS? Why do the gays and queers and lesbians get to be offended to the point that burning a piece of rainbow colored cloth deserves prison time, but burning the flag I gave 13 years of my life defending actively, and passively for all of my 55 years is regulated to 'freedom of speech'?
And why is it that real physical communities that have had all types/colors/sexes/ages/income levels since the development of the area are less important than the one fucking household containing a pair of same-sex lovers? How the hell are they more a 'community' than the entire block of diverse persons and personalities?
I'm not against gays. Any more than I'm against people getting old, or being young when they're born. I don't care how much money you have or how much you don't. The color or your skin will always mean less to me then your caliber as a person. And I don't care if you like guys, girls, or (consenting, age-appropriate) goats. I don't personally want to see you sucking face in public. Or any other body parts. I find it annoying. And therefore, I look somewhere else and let others deal with you making a spectacle of yourself. Wear plaid with stripes if that's your thing. I can and will keep wearing bluejeans and flannel shirts. You be you. Or as that great American, Popey the Sailorman, was wont to say: I yam what I yam and that's all what I yam! (apparently, he had no taste in vegetables either... he actually thought spinach was a food group. But YAMS!?) He never denigrated Wimpy for his oral addiction to hamburgers, or cared what Bluto did in his bedroom behind closed doors. Nor did he ever try to body shame Olive Oyl for her anorexic proclivities. Just went about his own business. Hell, I don't like tattoos, but you'll never hear me putting him down for his tasteful and non-discriminatory anchor tat.... He yam what he yam, after all.
And I don't think the fucking government has any right to prosecute 'hate crime' any more than it has to prosecute 'thought crime'. Thoughts, feelings, morality, NONE of them are any of the governments business. Nor mine. Nor yours for that matter.
How a person feels is no one's business but their own. Their actions, should they prove intrusive or abusive or downright criminal are. And should be addressed appropriately. But adding terms like 'hate' or 'intent' or 'potential' to crime is wrong, and only hurts the majority. You know; those of us who, through no actual fault or intent, hate.
Like yams for example.....
And don't get me started on the scorched marshmallow topping they put on this hated so-called vegetable!
So. Imagine my chagrin, if I happen to be at a liberal table at a Christmas dinner, and some well intentioned idiot actually passes me an otherwise perfectly good casserole dish filled with these filthy things? If I take some, I can practically guarantee that they will go to waste, as there is no way these are invading my sensitive taste buds. And if I don't, and push the dish away, what if it actually offends the otherwise reasonable sensibilities of the person who in some perverse sense actually thinks they are food?
Okay. This may be a bit off kilter. Its not as if I snatched the casserole dish and started flinging spoonsful of ugly orange mush against the festively decorated walls of the family dining room. Nor did I damage a perfectly serviceable receptacle bashing it into a million pieces against the offending liberal's head. (The 'serviceable receptacle' being the dish, not a liberal's head. Just wanted to make sure that was understood....). In this latter case, it would not just be my personal sense of taste, or my own feelings that are in danger, it is a case of destructive mischief at the least, and assault with a deadly vegetable at the worst, and such behavior should be punishable.
But I live in Michigan, was raised by reasonable parents, and have been taught a certain sense of decorum during my upbringing.
I would politely refuse, mumbling something about being allergic to any disgusting foodstuff that looks and smells like baby shit, and those who enjoy this sort of gustatorial infestation would have that much more to themselves. Good on 'em.
But those who enjoy yams don't care if I don't. They don't tie me to the chair and make me watch them eating them with such obvious enjoyment, while they smack their way through mouthful after mouthful. They do not degrade me for my preference for white potatoes, possibly with gravy, white or brown, and accuse me of vegetable bigotry.
Not so the LGBTQ+etc 'community'. And thank goodness I don't live in fucking IOWA! Where a 'repeat offender' is facing 15 years in prison for burning a gay alphabet flag. (Google it, too many hits out there for me to reference one...)
Okay. He shouldn't touch something that doesn't belong to him, and should have learned this in kindergarten. He has no right to tell others how they should feel, or what they should put in their mouths. Yams or otherwise. And he should be punished.
But fifteen years?
Well, says the public defender, its a hate crime.
WHO SAYS? Why do the gays and queers and lesbians get to be offended to the point that burning a piece of rainbow colored cloth deserves prison time, but burning the flag I gave 13 years of my life defending actively, and passively for all of my 55 years is regulated to 'freedom of speech'?
And why is it that real physical communities that have had all types/colors/sexes/ages/income levels since the development of the area are less important than the one fucking household containing a pair of same-sex lovers? How the hell are they more a 'community' than the entire block of diverse persons and personalities?
I'm not against gays. Any more than I'm against people getting old, or being young when they're born. I don't care how much money you have or how much you don't. The color or your skin will always mean less to me then your caliber as a person. And I don't care if you like guys, girls, or (consenting, age-appropriate) goats. I don't personally want to see you sucking face in public. Or any other body parts. I find it annoying. And therefore, I look somewhere else and let others deal with you making a spectacle of yourself. Wear plaid with stripes if that's your thing. I can and will keep wearing bluejeans and flannel shirts. You be you. Or as that great American, Popey the Sailorman, was wont to say: I yam what I yam and that's all what I yam! (apparently, he had no taste in vegetables either... he actually thought spinach was a food group. But YAMS!?) He never denigrated Wimpy for his oral addiction to hamburgers, or cared what Bluto did in his bedroom behind closed doors. Nor did he ever try to body shame Olive Oyl for her anorexic proclivities. Just went about his own business. Hell, I don't like tattoos, but you'll never hear me putting him down for his tasteful and non-discriminatory anchor tat.... He yam what he yam, after all.
And I don't think the fucking government has any right to prosecute 'hate crime' any more than it has to prosecute 'thought crime'. Thoughts, feelings, morality, NONE of them are any of the governments business. Nor mine. Nor yours for that matter.
How a person feels is no one's business but their own. Their actions, should they prove intrusive or abusive or downright criminal are. And should be addressed appropriately. But adding terms like 'hate' or 'intent' or 'potential' to crime is wrong, and only hurts the majority. You know; those of us who, through no actual fault or intent, hate.
Like yams for example.....
Friday, December 20, 2019
I like mowing
I've always enjoyed mowing. I go into a sort of Zen state as I walk behind the mower, usually starting on the edges and making smaller and smaller circles, squares, triangles, whatever shape the lawn happens to be, until I devour that last little bit with the hungry blades of the unstoppable mower.
This year I've told my landlord I'm more than happy to mow the open lawn and various walking paths cut through the acreage. He has a zero turn mower which should take my Zen mowing to a whole new level.
And with the zero turn mower already here and ready to go, I'm looking forward to it.
I just need to figure out how to convince him to upgrade to THIS:
This year I've told my landlord I'm more than happy to mow the open lawn and various walking paths cut through the acreage. He has a zero turn mower which should take my Zen mowing to a whole new level.
And with the zero turn mower already here and ready to go, I'm looking forward to it.
I just need to figure out how to convince him to upgrade to THIS:
Saturday, December 14, 2019
I'm thinking my turtle is gonna see a lot of blog time...
This one is his impression of Superman:
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| Up, up, and awaaaaay! |
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Virginia gauntlet?
This article ( https://www.theorganicprepper.com/virginia-lawmakers-threaten-2nd-amendment-sanctuaries-with-national-guard/ ) by Daisy Luther is fairly provocative. It references Virginia SB16,
a bill to literally expand the definition of an assault rifle.
Which is the ultimate gun grab in my estimation as there is no such thing as a rifle that is not an "assault" rifle. It's like terming a stone you pick up to bean your neighbor with an assault rock.
Or stabbing someone in the eye with an assault pencil.
Intent of the weapon holder, folks.
Not the weapon.
Daisy asks the question: who wants to die on this hill?... Things could get ugly.
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| https://lis.virginia.gov/cgi-bin/legp604.exe?201+sum+SB16 |
Which is the ultimate gun grab in my estimation as there is no such thing as a rifle that is not an "assault" rifle. It's like terming a stone you pick up to bean your neighbor with an assault rock.
Or stabbing someone in the eye with an assault pencil.
Intent of the weapon holder, folks.
Not the weapon.
Daisy asks the question: who wants to die on this hill?... Things could get ugly.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Social Security: A microcosm of Government
How does this work exactly?
My yearly Social Security Disability COLA (Cost of Living) raise notification came in today.
1.6 percent. Which raises my total monthly income to a generous $1362 per month.
And my Medicare went up 9 dollars from $135 to $144. Or 6.6 percent. They grant 1.6 percent and raise my cost FIVE PERCENT more.
So by giving me a 21 dollar raise to cover the rise in cost of living: Food prices, gas prices, rents, mortgages, hookers, etc, which ALL went up (at least I assume hookers are charging more, they gotta live too...) they figure that covers the cumulative amount of EVERYTHING going up, and one thing I know for certain is that's a helluva lot more than 21 bucks. THEN take damned near HALF of that back.
Government at work. Give a little, take a lot.
I'd gladly give up the 12 dollar a month increase if it would somehow help drain the fucking cesspool that is our government.
Thank god they have no term limits, get their pension for life even if they serve one fucking term, and vote themselves raises all the time to meet the needs of their "average joe" lifestyles. Even a fucking bartender, going from hourly plus tips, to 174 THOUSAND a year congresswoman's salary, whines how she NEEDS 4,500 dollars MORE to meet her 'marginal' needs.
And while we're at it, lets pay reparations for slavery and giving the common cold to Indians, make sure criminal illegal aliens get free EVERYTHING, pay off everyone's college loans, provide free houses, money, food, and puppies to every living human on the face of the earth, and let our vets die in the streets to show our appreciation of their service!
Ain't Government grand?!?
My yearly Social Security Disability COLA (Cost of Living) raise notification came in today.
1.6 percent. Which raises my total monthly income to a generous $1362 per month.
And my Medicare went up 9 dollars from $135 to $144. Or 6.6 percent. They grant 1.6 percent and raise my cost FIVE PERCENT more.
So by giving me a 21 dollar raise to cover the rise in cost of living: Food prices, gas prices, rents, mortgages, hookers, etc, which ALL went up (at least I assume hookers are charging more, they gotta live too...) they figure that covers the cumulative amount of EVERYTHING going up, and one thing I know for certain is that's a helluva lot more than 21 bucks. THEN take damned near HALF of that back.
Government at work. Give a little, take a lot.
I'd gladly give up the 12 dollar a month increase if it would somehow help drain the fucking cesspool that is our government.
Thank god they have no term limits, get their pension for life even if they serve one fucking term, and vote themselves raises all the time to meet the needs of their "average joe" lifestyles. Even a fucking bartender, going from hourly plus tips, to 174 THOUSAND a year congresswoman's salary, whines how she NEEDS 4,500 dollars MORE to meet her 'marginal' needs.
And while we're at it, lets pay reparations for slavery and giving the common cold to Indians, make sure criminal illegal aliens get free EVERYTHING, pay off everyone's college loans, provide free houses, money, food, and puppies to every living human on the face of the earth, and let our vets die in the streets to show our appreciation of their service!
Ain't Government grand?!?
Sunday, December 8, 2019
WTF is SHTF? Is it TEOTWAWKI? And how much do we Know It to begin with?
I'm a prepper. Big news there, anyone who reads my blog should know that by now.
I'm NOT a survivor. Or let me rephrase that: EVERYBODY alive today is a survivor. Breathe much lately? Than yer probably surviving.
The only way one doesn't survive is by not breathing. AKA dead. Which I'm not. Yet, anyway.
But prepping, at least for me, isn't about surviving. Surviving is about staying alive. And its pretty amazing the lengths life will go to in order to remain alive. For those afficianados of Jurassic Park, remember, Life will find a way. Then grow up and become big enough to eat you. The point of prepping is to not be the one eaten.
Some folks tend to confuse limited with limiting. The house I'm in now is limited. Wood heating, which means I have to make sure the fire is going. There is the option of electrical heat, but the amperage I have available is limited to 20 amps. And if I want to run my coffee pot, refrigerator, occasional microwave, and/or hotplate range, I have to switch around to not pop the breaker. So I just keep the heater off.
I don't have cable. I don't have satellite. I did break down and splurge on ROKU so I can use my Netflix and Amazon Prime accounts on the TV here. Don't need it, but its nice. Hell, the antenna installed by my landlord picks up almost 50 channels from Detroit. Granted, there are usually only three shows on, but its STILL fifty channels....
(Actually, there are a LOT of shows, I'm just not enough of a TV watcher to be interested in any more than about 3 of them...usually those where I'm learning something.....)
There are limits to living here. But despite that, its NOT limiting. We're not cramped in a 30 foot fifth wheel! There's actually 10X that space here. Doug, my benefactor/landlord, said it was 300 sq ft. Which used to seem small to me, but after a year in a box, this is HUGE!
Did I mention I have to fill a water reservoir from a hose I have to run to the outside of the main house? Once filled, it will last probably 2 weeks. I don't know for sure, because I've filled it at the halfway point so far, and am learning to be frugal with water. But even this isn't limiting. Just limited in my usage. And its a good exercise in case there comes a time when even that isn't an option.
I believe my dad would have called it self discipline. Which he was very fond of telling me was a good thing. And teaches me responsibility. Which was another thing he seemed inordinately fond of telling me I should pursue.
Oh, and I have chickens! They aren't laying, and I'm telling myself its because I just got them, they're still adjusting to the move, and its fucking COLD, but either way, if they don't lay eggs, they're still edible, just takes a little more effort than cracking a shell on the counter. Got em free, so I'm ahead of the game there in any case. But if I don't get some hen fruit soon, I'm gonna use some of my water reserves to start a pot boiling....
But, like usual, I digress...
For those of you who are still looking at the title of this post, scratching your heads and trying to figure out what the fuck it all means, this is for you. Spelled out: What The Fuck is Shit Hit The Fan? Is it The End Of The World As We Know It?
And having made sure every one is on the same page now. Metaphorically speaking, as we are obiously at this point all on THIS page, let me enlighten you on the point of this post and title:
The end of the world as we know it is: As WE know it. Not as others understand it. The "world" is different to every single person, creature, insect or animal. And every breath taken is different than the one before or the next you'll take.
Am I living in a mansion by the sea? No. But I'm warm, I'm fed, and I had a fairly decent bowel movement this morning right after rolling out of bed which started my day off pretty damn good, thank you very much. I got a couple beers in the fridge, one of which I'm gonna pop as soon as I'm done rambling here, and a sweet wife who is not currently annoying me, but will as soon as she reads this post. (She subscribes, so.....)
And my life is GOOD. Its not the end of my world. And its a far cry from Shit Hit The Fan.
I've lived that. Get shot sometime, you'll figure out what I mean. THAT will end life the way you know it, I GUARANTEE! Just make sure it don't end LIFE, period. That will kind of defeat the purpose of this experiment in the first place. Please hold all questions until the end of class, when all will be ignored until the pop quiz. Thank you.
I think more folks should sit down and figure out what's important. Go ahead and take that next breath, I'll wait. What do you smell? Taste? (I guess that last would depend on whether you're a nose or mouth breather.... no judgement here. You do you!)
Now close your eyes. Can you still picture the last thing you saw before this little exercise? Is that the last thing you will ever see? Probably not, just open your eyes. But what if it was? Is it something worth seeing for the rest of eternity? I have a computer screen in front of me, but thankfully have been blessed with good peripheral vision. To the left is my dog snuggled into his blankie on the floor, and to the right is my wife with her headphones on, watching South Korean soap operas on her phone. Both sides bring me happiness for personal and separate reasons. Until my wife reads this and finds out I outed her addiction to foreign soaps to the world, and hurts me.
And I'm secure in the knowledge that I can handle whatever comes. I don't have everything I've ever wanted, but I have everything I need.
So let me end this by saying: The world ALWAYS, every second, ends as we know it. Every second brings new discovery and new problems and new joys. If all you're doing is breathing, you AREN'T living.
That's just surviving.
I'm NOT a survivor. Or let me rephrase that: EVERYBODY alive today is a survivor. Breathe much lately? Than yer probably surviving.
The only way one doesn't survive is by not breathing. AKA dead. Which I'm not. Yet, anyway.
But prepping, at least for me, isn't about surviving. Surviving is about staying alive. And its pretty amazing the lengths life will go to in order to remain alive. For those afficianados of Jurassic Park, remember, Life will find a way. Then grow up and become big enough to eat you. The point of prepping is to not be the one eaten.
Some folks tend to confuse limited with limiting. The house I'm in now is limited. Wood heating, which means I have to make sure the fire is going. There is the option of electrical heat, but the amperage I have available is limited to 20 amps. And if I want to run my coffee pot, refrigerator, occasional microwave, and/or hotplate range, I have to switch around to not pop the breaker. So I just keep the heater off.
I don't have cable. I don't have satellite. I did break down and splurge on ROKU so I can use my Netflix and Amazon Prime accounts on the TV here. Don't need it, but its nice. Hell, the antenna installed by my landlord picks up almost 50 channels from Detroit. Granted, there are usually only three shows on, but its STILL fifty channels....
(Actually, there are a LOT of shows, I'm just not enough of a TV watcher to be interested in any more than about 3 of them...usually those where I'm learning something.....)
There are limits to living here. But despite that, its NOT limiting. We're not cramped in a 30 foot fifth wheel! There's actually 10X that space here. Doug, my benefactor/landlord, said it was 300 sq ft. Which used to seem small to me, but after a year in a box, this is HUGE!
Did I mention I have to fill a water reservoir from a hose I have to run to the outside of the main house? Once filled, it will last probably 2 weeks. I don't know for sure, because I've filled it at the halfway point so far, and am learning to be frugal with water. But even this isn't limiting. Just limited in my usage. And its a good exercise in case there comes a time when even that isn't an option.
I believe my dad would have called it self discipline. Which he was very fond of telling me was a good thing. And teaches me responsibility. Which was another thing he seemed inordinately fond of telling me I should pursue.
Oh, and I have chickens! They aren't laying, and I'm telling myself its because I just got them, they're still adjusting to the move, and its fucking COLD, but either way, if they don't lay eggs, they're still edible, just takes a little more effort than cracking a shell on the counter. Got em free, so I'm ahead of the game there in any case. But if I don't get some hen fruit soon, I'm gonna use some of my water reserves to start a pot boiling....
But, like usual, I digress...
For those of you who are still looking at the title of this post, scratching your heads and trying to figure out what the fuck it all means, this is for you. Spelled out: What The Fuck is Shit Hit The Fan? Is it The End Of The World As We Know It?
And having made sure every one is on the same page now. Metaphorically speaking, as we are obiously at this point all on THIS page, let me enlighten you on the point of this post and title:
The end of the world as we know it is: As WE know it. Not as others understand it. The "world" is different to every single person, creature, insect or animal. And every breath taken is different than the one before or the next you'll take.
Am I living in a mansion by the sea? No. But I'm warm, I'm fed, and I had a fairly decent bowel movement this morning right after rolling out of bed which started my day off pretty damn good, thank you very much. I got a couple beers in the fridge, one of which I'm gonna pop as soon as I'm done rambling here, and a sweet wife who is not currently annoying me, but will as soon as she reads this post. (She subscribes, so.....)
And my life is GOOD. Its not the end of my world. And its a far cry from Shit Hit The Fan.
I've lived that. Get shot sometime, you'll figure out what I mean. THAT will end life the way you know it, I GUARANTEE! Just make sure it don't end LIFE, period. That will kind of defeat the purpose of this experiment in the first place. Please hold all questions until the end of class, when all will be ignored until the pop quiz. Thank you.
I think more folks should sit down and figure out what's important. Go ahead and take that next breath, I'll wait. What do you smell? Taste? (I guess that last would depend on whether you're a nose or mouth breather.... no judgement here. You do you!)
Now close your eyes. Can you still picture the last thing you saw before this little exercise? Is that the last thing you will ever see? Probably not, just open your eyes. But what if it was? Is it something worth seeing for the rest of eternity? I have a computer screen in front of me, but thankfully have been blessed with good peripheral vision. To the left is my dog snuggled into his blankie on the floor, and to the right is my wife with her headphones on, watching South Korean soap operas on her phone. Both sides bring me happiness for personal and separate reasons. Until my wife reads this and finds out I outed her addiction to foreign soaps to the world, and hurts me.
And I'm secure in the knowledge that I can handle whatever comes. I don't have everything I've ever wanted, but I have everything I need.
So let me end this by saying: The world ALWAYS, every second, ends as we know it. Every second brings new discovery and new problems and new joys. If all you're doing is breathing, you AREN'T living.
That's just surviving.
Friday, December 6, 2019
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Home for the holidays
A heartfelt thank you to Doug C., Rose and I are in a warm, safe, and comfortable home in time for the holidays!
It's what I grew up calling a "mother-in-law" house. Far enough away from the main house you can't hear her bitch about what a rotten son-in-law you are....
We just got in today, boxes still all over, nothing put away since we've been lugging boxes for two days already, and the truck has to be back to the rental place tomorrow. (Note: it's still got some shit in it. It's going back late, but I'm too tired and sore to care).
Gonna go grab a shower. Then bed soon.
I just wanted to get this out and let folks know out there that thanks to the generosity of a reader, we are in a place we can afford, with our dogs, rabbits, rats, and this spring maybe some chickens, and YES, a garden!
And we truly feel blessed to be HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!
It's what I grew up calling a "mother-in-law" house. Far enough away from the main house you can't hear her bitch about what a rotten son-in-law you are....
We just got in today, boxes still all over, nothing put away since we've been lugging boxes for two days already, and the truck has to be back to the rental place tomorrow. (Note: it's still got some shit in it. It's going back late, but I'm too tired and sore to care).
Gonna go grab a shower. Then bed soon.
I just wanted to get this out and let folks know out there that thanks to the generosity of a reader, we are in a place we can afford, with our dogs, rabbits, rats, and this spring maybe some chickens, and YES, a garden!
And we truly feel blessed to be HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!
Saturday, November 16, 2019
For Pigpen51...
I'm moving to the east side on Wednesday and Thursday this week, but it would be cool to get together wif our spouses for lunch before I go. Pizza Ranch in Muskegon is a favorite of ours down your way. Sunday through Tuesday, anytime...?
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Update
One of my readers, Doug C., has offered a solution to our untenable living situation. He has a small house next to his primary residence available, and after meeting with him and his wife somewhere in eastern Michigan yesterday, we've mutually agreed on a price, seem to get along well with similar interests, and Rose and I are excited as hell to be relocating on the 20th of this month!
There's already a garden plot set in a fenced off area, room for my medium sized dog to run off his 3 year old energy, a chicken coop built into a large barn I can start a new flock this coming spring, and is basically everything we were looking for in a home.
We are looking forward to the newest stage in our journey, and want to thank all of you, Dear Readers, for your well wishes and good thoughts.
(Send some out to Doug also, for coming through for us).
I'd like to say, also, that whatever trials you may be facing, there ARE answers out there. We, as Americans, and patriots, have each other's backs. Governments rise and fall, official organizations fail from the weight of bureaucracy, but WE will always remain. There are a thousand platitudes: teach a man to fish... Charity begins at home... Good things come to those... And the reason these sayings ARE sayings is because good people are out there being noticed for actually caring about others.
Personally, I can't see society continuing on the track its headed. I fervently see a time when we will only have each other to rely on when governments fail us. And I know we are strong enough to rise to the task.
There's already a garden plot set in a fenced off area, room for my medium sized dog to run off his 3 year old energy, a chicken coop built into a large barn I can start a new flock this coming spring, and is basically everything we were looking for in a home.
We are looking forward to the newest stage in our journey, and want to thank all of you, Dear Readers, for your well wishes and good thoughts.
(Send some out to Doug also, for coming through for us).
I'd like to say, also, that whatever trials you may be facing, there ARE answers out there. We, as Americans, and patriots, have each other's backs. Governments rise and fall, official organizations fail from the weight of bureaucracy, but WE will always remain. There are a thousand platitudes: teach a man to fish... Charity begins at home... Good things come to those... And the reason these sayings ARE sayings is because good people are out there being noticed for actually caring about others.
Personally, I can't see society continuing on the track its headed. I fervently see a time when we will only have each other to rely on when governments fail us. And I know we are strong enough to rise to the task.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Kids are so spoiled
They really don't know how comfortable life has become.
When I was a kid, I had to slog through 6 feet of shag carpet, knowing I'd get a massive static electric shock when I touched the tv that has KNOBS to toggle between the three available channels, simultaneously adjusting the two long metal rods sticking up from the back to get the clearest possible reception, only to have my dad decide he liked the first station better after all. At which point I'd spend fifteen minutes readjusting the antenna to finally get it in clear just as the original program ended.
No wonder I spent my time outside playing...
And my favorite toy? Dirt.
When I was a kid, I had to slog through 6 feet of shag carpet, knowing I'd get a massive static electric shock when I touched the tv that has KNOBS to toggle between the three available channels, simultaneously adjusting the two long metal rods sticking up from the back to get the clearest possible reception, only to have my dad decide he liked the first station better after all. At which point I'd spend fifteen minutes readjusting the antenna to finally get it in clear just as the original program ended.
No wonder I spent my time outside playing...
And my favorite toy? Dirt.
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Contact info
I'm getting comments about my situation from some of you folks out there. Some rather off-the-wall offers of help, some down right mean. And some honest offers of help.
Just to be clear, I know I made the decisions to move here based on assumptions from my past. No, I'm not trying to make excuses. No, I'm not trying to get anything for free. And no, I'm NOT looking for someone to adopt my dogs.
The are some generous folks out there who have offered advice and possible solutions.
Please use my email xenolith1964@yahoo.com
rather than the comments if you just want to get hold of me. It's easier than making comments and more direct.
And as a side note, if it were just me, I'd hike out so far in the fucking woods no one would ever hear from me again. And die happy whether its a day later or decades. But I got Rose, and she's worth putting up with our government mandated structured society and Jack boot police state knowing she'd never be happy "out there" in the woods. Darn shame about that though. Bet she'd look cute in buckskin...
Saturday, October 26, 2019
Update for Doug C.:
Thanks for asking about us, Doug. It looks like we're stuck in this camping trailer through the winter while we try to put enough money aside to make a break for it. I've covered the windows inside and out to keep the wind out, and put up some panels around the outside to help keep the plumbing from freezing. Next paycheck I'll be getting some of those electric heating ropes and try to figure out how to keep the water flowing.
On a positive note, the harridan's brother has a girlfriend. He's been texting her online. And after actually meeting her next month he plans on bringing her to Michigan to live happily ever after at his side on his sister's couch!
Imagine the jubilation rife within the family!
At least living out in this camper I can honestly say my life situation is starting to look actually better than my friend's.
Keep thinking good thoughts, Dear Readers. I'll try not to overdo posts about my situation here, but it's nice to know there are folks out there rooting for us.
On a positive note, the harridan's brother has a girlfriend. He's been texting her online. And after actually meeting her next month he plans on bringing her to Michigan to live happily ever after at his side on his sister's couch!
Imagine the jubilation rife within the family!
At least living out in this camper I can honestly say my life situation is starting to look actually better than my friend's.
Keep thinking good thoughts, Dear Readers. I'll try not to overdo posts about my situation here, but it's nice to know there are folks out there rooting for us.
Friday, October 25, 2019
I'll probably go to hell for this, but...
39 bodies bodies were discovered in the back of a refrigerated truck after leaving a ferry east of the city of London on Wednesday.
While it's undeniably unfortunate for the illegal aliens trying to sneak into a foreign country, it is also undeniable proof to liberals that ICE is an effective deterrent....
While it's undeniably unfortunate for the illegal aliens trying to sneak into a foreign country, it is also undeniable proof to liberals that ICE is an effective deterrent....
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
FINALLY! Truth in reporting!
I tend to flip between news stations in the morning praying for actual news somewhere amidst the cat videos and puff piece reporting.
And then I saw this:
And then I saw this:
Monday, October 14, 2019
Gotta do what ya gotta do
This camper Rose and I are in is sitting on 4 flat tires, busted up back corner where they hit a tree backing it onto the property, no heater, and the awning is missing even though the awning frame is stuck out overhead. Makes a nice clothesline though...
We've been trying to save up a bit for the typical first/last/security thing to get our own place, and managed to put some back, but have come to the conclusion we're going to be in this camper at least through the winter.
So I have to winterize. Gonna take what funds I have and buy plumbing and pipe heaters to run the garden hose through, stock up on a few propane tanks, and put panels up around the outside bottom of the camper. My electric is going to go up as temperatures go down, because I need to run a heater underneath to keep the onboard water tanks, drinking and septic, from freezing, and another small one in the sleeping section to keep everything livable.
Ideally I'd like to build a six by six mudroom type extension outside the door so it doesn't flood the place with freezing air every time a dog has to pee, and to have a snow free place to wipe our feet going in and out. But don't see that happening. It's about fifty feet from here to the car, and just coming in when its raining leaves the floors muddied. Going to be infinitely worse after trudging through that much snow. And I'm already tired of the amount of mopping up from just the rain lately. When every trip outside, whether it's feeding the animals or dogs coming in from their bathroom break requires mopping, it's gonna be a bitch. Especially as I'll have to keep the mop in the shower all the time. Thank God for bleach!
My biggest regret in all this is there's just NO ROOM. Every movement has to be considered to not knock shit over, step on each other, move everything around to cook, clean, or access anything.
Camping is one thing. LIVING in a camper is another. I don't recommend it.
Maybe Spring will bring a solution. Don't think I can make it another year without a garden. Wish I'd of known about my buddy's hag and her demon grandson ahead of all this. Hindsight being 20/20 and all.
We've been trying to save up a bit for the typical first/last/security thing to get our own place, and managed to put some back, but have come to the conclusion we're going to be in this camper at least through the winter.
So I have to winterize. Gonna take what funds I have and buy plumbing and pipe heaters to run the garden hose through, stock up on a few propane tanks, and put panels up around the outside bottom of the camper. My electric is going to go up as temperatures go down, because I need to run a heater underneath to keep the onboard water tanks, drinking and septic, from freezing, and another small one in the sleeping section to keep everything livable.
Ideally I'd like to build a six by six mudroom type extension outside the door so it doesn't flood the place with freezing air every time a dog has to pee, and to have a snow free place to wipe our feet going in and out. But don't see that happening. It's about fifty feet from here to the car, and just coming in when its raining leaves the floors muddied. Going to be infinitely worse after trudging through that much snow. And I'm already tired of the amount of mopping up from just the rain lately. When every trip outside, whether it's feeding the animals or dogs coming in from their bathroom break requires mopping, it's gonna be a bitch. Especially as I'll have to keep the mop in the shower all the time. Thank God for bleach!
My biggest regret in all this is there's just NO ROOM. Every movement has to be considered to not knock shit over, step on each other, move everything around to cook, clean, or access anything.
Camping is one thing. LIVING in a camper is another. I don't recommend it.
Maybe Spring will bring a solution. Don't think I can make it another year without a garden. Wish I'd of known about my buddy's hag and her demon grandson ahead of all this. Hindsight being 20/20 and all.
Friday, October 11, 2019
My wife HATES bridges
She's always sure they're going to collapse as soon as she reaches the midway point.
She showed me a YouTube video which I took the above screen shot of saying "See? Now you know why I don't like bridges!".
After watching the video I looked at her and calmly stated,
Saturday, October 5, 2019
Knee high to a...
Back when I were just a sprout, my folks would take us every year or so on an hour and a half long drive to the John Ball Zoo in Grand Rapids Michigan.
The last time I had my picture taken (using my dad's old Browning camera) I came just up to the boy's elbow on this statue of the zoo's namesake, John Ball.
Those pictures have long been lost to my past, but I took Rose to visit this remembrance of my youth, and she had me pose once more in front of this surprisingly still existing icon...
It seems like being out in the rain all these years done shrunk it.
The last time I had my picture taken (using my dad's old Browning camera) I came just up to the boy's elbow on this statue of the zoo's namesake, John Ball.
Those pictures have long been lost to my past, but I took Rose to visit this remembrance of my youth, and she had me pose once more in front of this surprisingly still existing icon...
New fucking shitstorm
Or is it just me...?
Rose and I moved to Michigan one year and a little over a month ago now. I was struggling with my farm and health in Oklahoma. Between being disabled and having spent a month in a coma after contracting viral pneumonia, we decided to move to Michigan and start again at my buddy's place. He's got a messed up back and needed help getting his place started, and we figured between our two combined families, we'd manage to make a two family homestead together work.
We arrived too late last year to work on gardening and such, but managed some good deals on some pigs, chickens, and a few rabbits.
After a rough winter, when spring came around, I was excited to break ground and get a subsistence garden in.
Well, that never happened.
His wife, the most feckless, meanest, most self absorbed woman I ever met, was worried there wouldn't be any place for their "little man" to play....
"Little man" is their ten year old grandson she stole from her daughter (who was taken away from her for being a rotten mother) and raises as her son. He's got some(?) mental issues, has sent a teacher to the hospital already this year, throws food when he's not happy at the table, tears the arms and legs off his super hero dolls, and the first thing he ever said to me was asking if I wanted to see his room, and when I went in, asked me to take my pants off... And is otherwise violent and abusive.
We lived in the spare bedroom in the house through the winter, and after getting pissed about the garden, and no say in ANYTHING about the property unless approved by the hag (unlikely), we moved into a very small camper he owns behind the house. We still pay for half the mortgage on the land, all the electric, and half the cable bill since I ran a line out to the trailer, but we stopped buying food except what we cook for ourselves, and pretty much live by ourselves out here, while still buying all the feed for the animals and caring for them.
All of this I could deal with. But the wife's stepfather passed away in August, and she moved her mom into the spare room. Plus her brother got kicked out of his home by his ex wife after his nephews family moved in at his place (did I mention his nephew is the hag's son and his wife's ex lover...) and he's sleeping on the couch here now.
So there are four adults and the demon child living in the three bedroom house, Rose and I are in the camper with a fucked up septic, water hookup through a garden house, and only two little space heaters to stay warm.
Not what my buddy and I had envisioned a year ago.
Things were looking up though. I have a nephew in the area, who has a mobile home on an acre of land, and he was going to let us rent there. I'm not going into the shady deal that involved, but let's just say frauding a local charity and getting double rent isn't beneath him.
I've spent the better part of the last three months waiting for him to get the place livable, rebuilding floors, plumbing, kitchen, and helping out with all this, just waiting to move in, and then didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks.
Last night he calls Rose (not me, the fucking coward) and tells her he's selling it outright to someone else now that it's finally livable.
Finding a place I can afford on my own here is rough. Renting ain't the problem, it's the "first/last/security" and my dogs I've had for everywhere from 2 to 13 years.
So I woke up this morning tired, frustrated, angry, and lost. I'm going to have to go to the charity my nephew was going to cheat, and beg for help. I can't stay in this camper over the winter, the house is over-full, if their kid attacks Rose again I'll probably commit murder of an eleven year old, and all I want is a FUCKING GARDEN.
If you know anyone anywhere that has a house for rent to a good handy man at a decent price, give them my name... dogs allowed and room for a garden, please!
Rose and I moved to Michigan one year and a little over a month ago now. I was struggling with my farm and health in Oklahoma. Between being disabled and having spent a month in a coma after contracting viral pneumonia, we decided to move to Michigan and start again at my buddy's place. He's got a messed up back and needed help getting his place started, and we figured between our two combined families, we'd manage to make a two family homestead together work.
We arrived too late last year to work on gardening and such, but managed some good deals on some pigs, chickens, and a few rabbits.
After a rough winter, when spring came around, I was excited to break ground and get a subsistence garden in.
Well, that never happened.
His wife, the most feckless, meanest, most self absorbed woman I ever met, was worried there wouldn't be any place for their "little man" to play....
"Little man" is their ten year old grandson she stole from her daughter (who was taken away from her for being a rotten mother) and raises as her son. He's got some(?) mental issues, has sent a teacher to the hospital already this year, throws food when he's not happy at the table, tears the arms and legs off his super hero dolls, and the first thing he ever said to me was asking if I wanted to see his room, and when I went in, asked me to take my pants off... And is otherwise violent and abusive.
We lived in the spare bedroom in the house through the winter, and after getting pissed about the garden, and no say in ANYTHING about the property unless approved by the hag (unlikely), we moved into a very small camper he owns behind the house. We still pay for half the mortgage on the land, all the electric, and half the cable bill since I ran a line out to the trailer, but we stopped buying food except what we cook for ourselves, and pretty much live by ourselves out here, while still buying all the feed for the animals and caring for them.
All of this I could deal with. But the wife's stepfather passed away in August, and she moved her mom into the spare room. Plus her brother got kicked out of his home by his ex wife after his nephews family moved in at his place (did I mention his nephew is the hag's son and his wife's ex lover...) and he's sleeping on the couch here now.
So there are four adults and the demon child living in the three bedroom house, Rose and I are in the camper with a fucked up septic, water hookup through a garden house, and only two little space heaters to stay warm.
Not what my buddy and I had envisioned a year ago.
Things were looking up though. I have a nephew in the area, who has a mobile home on an acre of land, and he was going to let us rent there. I'm not going into the shady deal that involved, but let's just say frauding a local charity and getting double rent isn't beneath him.
I've spent the better part of the last three months waiting for him to get the place livable, rebuilding floors, plumbing, kitchen, and helping out with all this, just waiting to move in, and then didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks.
Last night he calls Rose (not me, the fucking coward) and tells her he's selling it outright to someone else now that it's finally livable.
Finding a place I can afford on my own here is rough. Renting ain't the problem, it's the "first/last/security" and my dogs I've had for everywhere from 2 to 13 years.
So I woke up this morning tired, frustrated, angry, and lost. I'm going to have to go to the charity my nephew was going to cheat, and beg for help. I can't stay in this camper over the winter, the house is over-full, if their kid attacks Rose again I'll probably commit murder of an eleven year old, and all I want is a FUCKING GARDEN.
If you know anyone anywhere that has a house for rent to a good handy man at a decent price, give them my name... dogs allowed and room for a garden, please!
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Right of the accused
President Trump claims he has a constitutional right to face his accuser.
The Left refutes this as they "fear for his/her safety" if their identity becomes known.
Why? It's not a Clinton being accused...
Monday, September 23, 2019
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...
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.
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.
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...
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.
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Ever get tired of...
... Self-proclaimed 'experts' with a mile long list of pedigrees and world-wide claims to experiences beyond counting?
I know I do. Especially those whose blog requires signing up to some service or other to post a comment, because "Bill" is a professional outdoor/wildlife writer and is a professional fly fishing instructor and guide as well as a professional hunting expert. He is an avid outdoors-man with expertise in hunting, firearms, archery, cutlery, outdoor survival, camping, and kayak touring. If you liked this article and want to read more from Bill, check out his Amazon Author Page. And for "today only" you can buy this, that and the other thing, for a limited time, at this special introductory price, while supplies last.
Everyone is a fucking expert these days.
Which I guess makes me an expert bullshit detector.
I have a lifetime of experience. I've lived the entire time I've been on this planet, and know exactly how I've handled everything I've ever come across. And what worked and what didn't. For ME.
So I guess that makes me an expert at life. And due to my expertise, you can trust that what worked for me will work for you too!
I'm not one of those experts that want you to buy some cheap crap to prove your appreciation of my advice as to what you should do in your life though. I'm much more altruistic.
I won't sell you shit.
Just send money anyway....
I know I do. Especially those whose blog requires signing up to some service or other to post a comment, because "Bill" is a professional outdoor/wildlife writer and is a professional fly fishing instructor and guide as well as a professional hunting expert. He is an avid outdoors-man with expertise in hunting, firearms, archery, cutlery, outdoor survival, camping, and kayak touring. If you liked this article and want to read more from Bill, check out his Amazon Author Page. And for "today only" you can buy this, that and the other thing, for a limited time, at this special introductory price, while supplies last.
Everyone is a fucking expert these days.
Which I guess makes me an expert bullshit detector.
I have a lifetime of experience. I've lived the entire time I've been on this planet, and know exactly how I've handled everything I've ever come across. And what worked and what didn't. For ME.
So I guess that makes me an expert at life. And due to my expertise, you can trust that what worked for me will work for you too!
I'm not one of those experts that want you to buy some cheap crap to prove your appreciation of my advice as to what you should do in your life though. I'm much more altruistic.
I won't sell you shit.
Just send money anyway....
guns, and why we need them.
Let me preface by giving my heartfelt condolences to all those victims who lost their lives in the senseless violence perpetrated by mentally deficient scum over the weekend, and throughout our recent history in this country. And to those left behind that have been denied their loved ones presence in their lives.
These are acts of violence incomprehensible in a civil society. And so unnecessary.
We do not need to take guns away from the people. The people aren't only those who are out enjoying their lives in what should be a carefree environment of a night on the town, or simply going about their daily shopping to procure the necessities of life. The people are the perpetrators of these heinous crimes as well as the police, government officials, or their security details too. Do we take away their guns as well.
In a civil society, the ones in power and holding authority cannot be the only ones armed.
It has been said that an armed society is a polite society. And a heavily armed society is an extremely polite society.
How long would either of those mad dogs have lasted had they tried that shit in a group of fully armed and trained populace going about their day?
Don't take our guns. Pass them out for free.
I would imagine there would be a learning curve. At first there would be quite a few morons who are unable to control their emotional impulses, and would brandish their weapons in a foolish manner, but this unfortunate number would be self correcting in a relatively short time, and in my own personal opinion, less than the numbers incurred in a disarmed population dependent on the arrival of an armed officer to rescue them.
I had a gun safety course in school. Of course, that was many years ago, in a time when progressives didn't run our education system to the extremes they do today.
I learned early that if I did shit that could get me hurt, I'd end up getting hurt. Sometimes I had to learn this truth myself, but more often I listened to the wisdom of my elders and just didn't do that shit. I carried a pocket knife, that was always sharp as hell, and my dad would check it periodically if I pulled it out to whittle a stick in front of him. And learned the dangers of a dull blade.
To this day, I carry a belt knife everywhere I go. I don't pull it out and threaten those I may argue or disagree with. I use it as a tool where I need either its edge, or its girth, to cut or pry.
When I legally can, I carry a gun. And I neither threaten with it nor pull it from its holster unless I need its unique ability to throw a metal projectile at extreme velocities over long distances. And because I train with it, I'm fairly accurate and know as much as when to use it, as well as when not to. Similar to the manner in which I use an extremely large piece of metal traveling at relatively fast speed to move myself from one location to another. And the government demands I be trained in the use of this vehicle before I'm allowed on the road with it. And if I use this government sanctioned vehicle in an unsafe manner, the government penalizes me. And holds me responsible for the injury incurred by others due to my malfeasance.
We need to stop our so-called leaders from denying our right to carry arms in the same manner we require the use of knives, cars, or for that matter, even a sharpened pencil, which in the wrong hands can be a quite deadly weapon.
What we need is personal responsibility. Accountability. Morality. We need to be held accountable for what we do, and not what we do it with. And when everyone is armed, that accountability is not only immediate, but permanent. Those who cannot understand this lesson will go a long way to teaching those who can. Its one of those "we hold these truths to be self evident" kind of things.
That's the only way we can hold our government accountable to US as well.
We teach our children not to play with matches, but we don't stop them when they are old enough to understand the danger of being burned. Because humans by nature are not afraid of fire until they've been burned. Or have been taught to respect it. We tell them not to ride with strangers, but eventually, they need to learn who they can trust or when not to. We cut their food for them when their young hands are too small to use a knife, but starting with making a peanut butter sandwich with a "safe" butter knife, we allow them to learn to handle a blade. We require them to learn the proper operation of a vehicle in our schools or by teaching them ourselves before ever allowing them to drive on a speedy, congested highway.
Why can't we wake the fuck up and teach them to use a gun?
And if you absolutely, positively, irrevocably can not bring yourself to touch this unique tool of self defense, that's okay too. Its a personal choice I guess. Some people are just sheep by nature.
Go ahead. Tell me how fucked up my 'opinion' is. Tell me how I don't know what I'm talking about.
Go ahead and call me all kinds of vulgar and/or interesting names. I'll wait til your done. Take your time, so you can be coherent.
Then go tell the survivors of our latest mass murders that were perpetrated by guns in the hands of individual mad men in a crowd of unarmed victims.
These are acts of violence incomprehensible in a civil society. And so unnecessary.
We do not need to take guns away from the people. The people aren't only those who are out enjoying their lives in what should be a carefree environment of a night on the town, or simply going about their daily shopping to procure the necessities of life. The people are the perpetrators of these heinous crimes as well as the police, government officials, or their security details too. Do we take away their guns as well.
In a civil society, the ones in power and holding authority cannot be the only ones armed.
It has been said that an armed society is a polite society. And a heavily armed society is an extremely polite society.
How long would either of those mad dogs have lasted had they tried that shit in a group of fully armed and trained populace going about their day?
Don't take our guns. Pass them out for free.
I would imagine there would be a learning curve. At first there would be quite a few morons who are unable to control their emotional impulses, and would brandish their weapons in a foolish manner, but this unfortunate number would be self correcting in a relatively short time, and in my own personal opinion, less than the numbers incurred in a disarmed population dependent on the arrival of an armed officer to rescue them.
I had a gun safety course in school. Of course, that was many years ago, in a time when progressives didn't run our education system to the extremes they do today.
I learned early that if I did shit that could get me hurt, I'd end up getting hurt. Sometimes I had to learn this truth myself, but more often I listened to the wisdom of my elders and just didn't do that shit. I carried a pocket knife, that was always sharp as hell, and my dad would check it periodically if I pulled it out to whittle a stick in front of him. And learned the dangers of a dull blade.
To this day, I carry a belt knife everywhere I go. I don't pull it out and threaten those I may argue or disagree with. I use it as a tool where I need either its edge, or its girth, to cut or pry.
When I legally can, I carry a gun. And I neither threaten with it nor pull it from its holster unless I need its unique ability to throw a metal projectile at extreme velocities over long distances. And because I train with it, I'm fairly accurate and know as much as when to use it, as well as when not to. Similar to the manner in which I use an extremely large piece of metal traveling at relatively fast speed to move myself from one location to another. And the government demands I be trained in the use of this vehicle before I'm allowed on the road with it. And if I use this government sanctioned vehicle in an unsafe manner, the government penalizes me. And holds me responsible for the injury incurred by others due to my malfeasance.
We need to stop our so-called leaders from denying our right to carry arms in the same manner we require the use of knives, cars, or for that matter, even a sharpened pencil, which in the wrong hands can be a quite deadly weapon.
What we need is personal responsibility. Accountability. Morality. We need to be held accountable for what we do, and not what we do it with. And when everyone is armed, that accountability is not only immediate, but permanent. Those who cannot understand this lesson will go a long way to teaching those who can. Its one of those "we hold these truths to be self evident" kind of things.
That's the only way we can hold our government accountable to US as well.
We teach our children not to play with matches, but we don't stop them when they are old enough to understand the danger of being burned. Because humans by nature are not afraid of fire until they've been burned. Or have been taught to respect it. We tell them not to ride with strangers, but eventually, they need to learn who they can trust or when not to. We cut their food for them when their young hands are too small to use a knife, but starting with making a peanut butter sandwich with a "safe" butter knife, we allow them to learn to handle a blade. We require them to learn the proper operation of a vehicle in our schools or by teaching them ourselves before ever allowing them to drive on a speedy, congested highway.
Why can't we wake the fuck up and teach them to use a gun?
And if you absolutely, positively, irrevocably can not bring yourself to touch this unique tool of self defense, that's okay too. Its a personal choice I guess. Some people are just sheep by nature.
Go ahead. Tell me how fucked up my 'opinion' is. Tell me how I don't know what I'm talking about.
Go ahead and call me all kinds of vulgar and/or interesting names. I'll wait til your done. Take your time, so you can be coherent.
Then go tell the survivors of our latest mass murders that were perpetrated by guns in the hands of individual mad men in a crowd of unarmed victims.
Monday, July 15, 2019
If it's good enough for...
I don't know how many of you, my dear readers, have ever spent a night in our country's many, many jails, but as statistically one in four Americans have been incarcerated for 24 hours or more at least once, I'm guessing a couple of you are familiar with the stainless steel all-in-one toilet/sink/water faucet apparatus provided for alleviating all those watery needs of the inmate.
Essentially, the sink and drinking fountain are built into the top of where the tank usually sits.
So, effectively, one could almost say you are required to "drink from the toilet".
As far as I can tell, it has never done any lasting harm to our own citizen law breakers. So I doubt it's gonna hurt those law breakers who are NOT citizens.
Besides, my dog has been drinking from the toilet since he grew large enough to reach the bowl. So if it's good enough for him....
Essentially, the sink and drinking fountain are built into the top of where the tank usually sits.
So, effectively, one could almost say you are required to "drink from the toilet".
As far as I can tell, it has never done any lasting harm to our own citizen law breakers. So I doubt it's gonna hurt those law breakers who are NOT citizens.
Besides, my dog has been drinking from the toilet since he grew large enough to reach the bowl. So if it's good enough for him....
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Happy INDEPENDENCE DAY
To all Americans, let me wish you a happy and healthy Independence Day.
Do we wish each other a merry December 25th? Nobody in my 55 years has EVER wished me a Happy January 19th. And that's my birthday. They wish me a happy one.
So fuck all you who want to have a happy Fourth of July. Let's wish AMERICA a happy birthday, and hope every American celebrates a happy and patriotic Independence Day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!
Do we wish each other a merry December 25th? Nobody in my 55 years has EVER wished me a Happy January 19th. And that's my birthday. They wish me a happy one.
So fuck all you who want to have a happy Fourth of July. Let's wish AMERICA a happy birthday, and hope every American celebrates a happy and patriotic Independence Day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!
Saturday, June 29, 2019
Right? Riiiiigggght....
Watched the dumbocrat debates. Swear I could feel my IQ drop in direct proportion to the attention paid.
But if we don't watch, we can't stay ahead of these narcissistic panderers of OPM. (Other People's Money).
And I kept hearing about the basic human right everyone has to healthcare.
How's that again? A "basic" human right is one inherent in BEING human. I suppose you could claim everyone SHOULD have the right to healthcare. But that's about it.
You have the 'right' to care for your body (or not) as you personally choose. You can smoke if you want. I did most of my life. I have emphysema. Not debilitating, but I definitely have less lung power than I should. And it's NOT COPD. Just because Americans have become too fucking dumb to use big boy words and have replaced the English language with acronyms and abbreviations doesn't mean I have to conform. Nor am I somehow "owed" new lungs now. Or a new kidney if I drink a gallon of bourbon every day of my life from age three.
I have the right to grow what I believe are beneficial plants to care for myself. I have the right to seek out the knowledge to discover what those plants are and how to use them. And I have the right to not let you have them just because you're sick. I WOULD, but I don't HAVE to.
But, you say, them there doctors done went to SCHOOL to learn how to cure what ails you. Don't you think they should be compensated for that?
Sure. But I don't think I should pay for their entire 12 years of college plus just because I have a cold.
And if I need surgery, that's not a right. Its fucked up, sure. But not a right. Healthcare, women's bodies, the meaning of life. NONE of these have ANYTHING to do with gubmint.
But big Pharma do. And the money involved do.
Morality? Not gubmint.
Sexuality? None of their business.
Foreign invasion. Okay. Get them there representatives and senators out there and protect our country. I'm good with that.
But it ain't never gonna happen.
But if we don't watch, we can't stay ahead of these narcissistic panderers of OPM. (Other People's Money).
And I kept hearing about the basic human right everyone has to healthcare.
How's that again? A "basic" human right is one inherent in BEING human. I suppose you could claim everyone SHOULD have the right to healthcare. But that's about it.
You have the 'right' to care for your body (or not) as you personally choose. You can smoke if you want. I did most of my life. I have emphysema. Not debilitating, but I definitely have less lung power than I should. And it's NOT COPD. Just because Americans have become too fucking dumb to use big boy words and have replaced the English language with acronyms and abbreviations doesn't mean I have to conform. Nor am I somehow "owed" new lungs now. Or a new kidney if I drink a gallon of bourbon every day of my life from age three.
I have the right to grow what I believe are beneficial plants to care for myself. I have the right to seek out the knowledge to discover what those plants are and how to use them. And I have the right to not let you have them just because you're sick. I WOULD, but I don't HAVE to.
But, you say, them there doctors done went to SCHOOL to learn how to cure what ails you. Don't you think they should be compensated for that?
Sure. But I don't think I should pay for their entire 12 years of college plus just because I have a cold.
And if I need surgery, that's not a right. Its fucked up, sure. But not a right. Healthcare, women's bodies, the meaning of life. NONE of these have ANYTHING to do with gubmint.
But big Pharma do. And the money involved do.
Morality? Not gubmint.
Sexuality? None of their business.
Foreign invasion. Okay. Get them there representatives and senators out there and protect our country. I'm good with that.
But it ain't never gonna happen.
Thursday, June 20, 2019
STILL America
I'm not what you'd call a "practicing christian". Or any other kind for that matter. Nor am I Jewish, Islamic, or an adherent to the religion of the great flying spaghetti monster. Although I might have to just look into that last one... I REALLY like spaghetti...
But I STILL like what I saw in the waiting room on a routine doctor appt this morning:
But I STILL like what I saw in the waiting room on a routine doctor appt this morning:
So let me just say in closing... GOD BLESS AMERICA. STILL.
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
At least THESE "wimmen" can't get pregnant.
Thank God for that.
Because them would be some fugly damn kids.
And the only way to fuck these ugly wannabes is up the ass, and it's been scientifically proven that shit kills sperm....
Because them would be some fugly damn kids.
And the only way to fuck these ugly wannabes is up the ass, and it's been scientifically proven that shit kills sperm....
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Offense Taken
Isn't it bad enough that shows like American Idol and America's Got Talent use the name of our great country in their title in the first place, while their entire reason for existing is to dumb down and entertain the masses while our government enacts laws and rules solely designed to control 'we the people', without denigrating our flag too?
The opening scene to America's Got Talent was on the television tonight while Rose was scrolling down the list of mindless pap available to deaden our minds, and I happened to see a shot of a parachute descending the skies with an unbelievably HUGE American flag unfurled below him, with clips of ordinary, everyday citizens stopping whatever they were doing and staring upward in wonder.
Now, keep in mind I did not KNOW this was America's Got Talent. I just heard patriotic music, and looked up and saw this inspiring sight on TV, and was observing the parachuter's descent in appropriate appreciation of a majestic televised stunt.
Then I saw the parachuter land. Imagine my disgust; my outrage; my UTTER DISBELIEF when I saw some black actor, whose name I don't recall, nor care to, land at the entrance to the studio.
AND LET THE FLAG LAND ON THE GROUND BEHIND HIM.
Has it come to this? Americans watching a show with America in the title, with a grand PATRIOTIC theme to kick it off, being more concerned with brain dead entertainment than the fact that some fucking nigger just effectually shit on the American flag?
Now, I'm sure they meant no offense.....
OFFENSE TAKEN!
Now, I'm sure they meant no offense.....
OFFENSE TAKEN!
Friday, April 19, 2019
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...
As I feel absolutely no desire to blog from the toilet, there will be no further updates pending...
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.
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.
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:
Wow. Just fucking WOW.
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
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....
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....