In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, they can be found by clicking the labels button "stuff I made up".

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Simple Things In Life

The other day, my mother mentioned she hadn't had deviled eggs in a long time. I placed the thought on the back shelf and didn't think more about it.

Today, while visiting, I snitched a cookie from the cookie jar, which prompted her to say: "Are you eating a deviled egg?"

So, I'm making some deviled eggs. Come to think of it, I haven't had a deviled egg in a long time, either. I think we'll both enjoy them.

I have to brag that they came out much better than they usually do. I think she will enjoy them.  

When You Feed at the Public Trough

Defense contractors are kicking around whether they want to issue impending layoff notices prescribed by regulations, or not pay attention to the man behind the curtain and allow the Obama Administration to cover their feckless asses. Do you think they'll do what's right? We can only hope.

Stepping Around the Issue

Now they've found another dumbass to fall on his sword  the Intelligence Office is reporting they were wrong about the murder of four U.S. citizens by terrorists in Libya.  What was there to get wrong? Extremists, whether organized, or not, gathered and used force to murder U.S. citizens. When you add the fact the facility was woefully incapable of allowing protection for these citizen, even though it's a requirement, and it was on the anniversary of the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center, the  fecklessness of the Obama Administration is glaringly apparent.

They're thinking this somehow makes their explanation of the events understandable. It doesn't. One person has the ultimate responsibility and he was campaigning in Vegas. Obama failed miserably and his administration is an insult to our nation.

I have to add another opinion: This administration is filled by those that are incompetent, immoral or outright criminals. If this administration ever does the right thing and fires one, the rest will seek vengeance, try to cover their ass or run to the media for some quick money. The house of cards will fall. 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Stepping In It

Have you ever stepped in dog poop and not noticed it until you've walked into the house, or worse, a friend's house? It's embarrassing, but it makes you cautious and willing to admit your mistakes. Also, it leads you to accepting responsibility and cleaning up your mess.

Obama, and his administration have figuratively stepped in poop with their reaction to the murder of four U.S. citizens on the anniversary of the 9/11 attack. To aggravate this, they've continued to walk in poop, pointed their fingers at others and now want the mess to magically disappear. Meanwhile, they still have poop on their shoe, deny they have poop on their shoe and even the media, that's been denying the poop, is now realizing they've become complicit. They're all becoming overwhelmed by the smell and the homeowner is beyond consolation.

I'm thinking the final outcome will be a little more than embarrassing with all involved. The damage is way more than they realize and the cost will be more than they can afford. They may continue to attempt to blame others, but only a fool doesn't realize we've checked the shoes and know who stepped in poop.

One Hot Afternoon

My father worked hard his entire life. He started working in his early teens by making service calls for customers of my grandfather's shop. He worked on anything, including refrigeration equipment. Some of the customers were apprehensive, until they saw the completed work. Over time he acquired a good reputation and was sought for repairs.

After school, my father joined the Coast Guard, which started his career in electronics. Although I don't know exactly what he did, I do know it was with radios and radars. He finished his tour at the end of the second world war, joined the Navy during Korea and his career path was chosen. He  worked until he died in the marine electronics industry.

He could read an electronic schematic like you read a newspaper. With his skills, it didn't take long for him to find the problem with equipment, or the problem with the design. It didn't matter if it was vacuum tubes, or state of the art  electronic components; he could repair it, or recommend spending your money more wisely and stop buying junk.

My father had little extra time. His work could involve days on the road, or even sea trials for testing the equipment he installed, or repaired. Until I was older, and on my own, he had little extra time to spend with the wife and five children he kept from the poor house. Even after he reached a point where his life wasn't as hectic,  our schedules - and my woeful ignorance of how precious every minute can be - prevented visits.

One hot summer afternoon, while I was visiting, my father asked if I wanted an air conditioner. At the time, I was living in a small garage apartment without air conditioning. With the week on, week off schedule while working offshore, this meant only two weeks out of the month sleeping in sweltering conditions. I jumped at the chance, and soon found myself involved with a task I had no idea how to complete, but with an excellent teacher.

He explained the compressor worked, but the fan motor needed replacing. Due to some horse trading, he had the motor, so all I needed to do was replace the motor and give it at try.

He showed me how to remove the shroud, which I did. He then showed me how to remove the fans from the shaft, which left the motor. I followed his instructions and soon had the motor removed. The only thing left was to replace the motor, install the fans, install the shroud, plug it in and I would have an air conditioner....almost.

As I wiped sweat from my eyes, and compared the two motors, I realized there was a substantial difference. My father explained that the free motor he was given was the needed frame and horsepower, but generic. Otherwise, the shaft was over length for machining. It was a universal motor ready for an original equipment manufacturer to modify for their needed application. Unfortunately for me, other than being a motor, it was useless, unless I completed the next necessary steps.

"You'll have to cut the shaft to length, flatten out one side to fit the fans and cut a groove for the keepers."

I looked at him, he looked back, so I started.

Over the next hour, or so, he helped me measure, showed me the necessary steps, then watched as I used a hacksaw, a bastard file and a whole lot of elbow grease to turn the hardened shaft into the necessary shape. After it was completed, and before we replaced the shroud, we gave it a try...it worked. It had all the fan speeds and cold air came from the outlet. I was ready to go and he only gave me one warning: "It's only a 5000 Btu unit, so it's only good for one room."

I took it home, installed it in my bedroom window and turned it on. Within an hour, the room was substantially cooler than the rest of the house. I now had the luxury of air conditioning while I slept. No more hot damp nights and no more wondering how mosquitoes found a way through the screens.

My father gave me something that day that all the riches in the world can't buy. Besides the air conditioner, with his precious time, he gave knowledge and a new self-confidence. Up to that point, my only dealings with an air conditioner were adjusting the settings. I received a free gift that would last a lifetime. Such gifts are priceless.


Audience Participation

I started this blog without any clear purpose, except to write what was on my mind. Somewhere during the process over the last year, I decided to add fiction that I can only describe as the result of things that pop into my head. Overall, it's been good, and rewarding, but like all things, there may be things that need tweaking for improvement.

So, this is an opportunity for anyone that reads my blog to interject their opinion. I'm open for suggestions. I may ignore the suggestions, but that's what's so great about a blog.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

They Avoid This Subject

I'm not finding much to be said about the increased costs to everything, thanks to the meddling of the politicians and their chosen cohorts. What am I writing about? The devaluation of our currency and the tremendous effect this has on everything that requires money. Otherwise, thanks to devaluation, everybody that hasn't had a raise in the last few years has taken a substantial pay cut. I don't know about you, but that's not a good thing with me. Times were hard enough without adding water to the milk.

Meanwhile, in Washington, where the political critters live, surrounded by those that slop at the public trough, the economy looks pretty good, since they've managed to insulate themselves from what the rest of the country is struggling to handle.

I'm mad. This is a form of stealing to cover up the terrible fiscal policies that give every single citizen of the U.S. a five figure debt. Things will change, but it will take some drastic actions. Whether the folks in Washington are willing to make these changes is the big question. I'm thinking not, but I can hope for being surprised. Eventually, the changes will happen; with or without their cooperation.

If you're not sure what devaluation of the United Dollar does to the economy, look it up in a search engine and try to keep your blood pressure to a healthy level.

The Bots Must Be Resting

Yesterday, I had what I consider a healthy visitor count, which I can have, now and then, but few were bots. I think they're resting, which makes me wonder what they're up to now. I probably should go check the windows and doors.

Changing Weather

The last few days have brought light fog, temperatures in the low 70's and hazy afternoons with highs in the low 90's. It's close to a typical transitional weather event, except it's been a little warmer.

This morning, there's a feel of a change in the weather. I can't really pinpoint the change, but there's less humidity, which makes it feel cooler and the dew is lighter.

The weather's changing. I'll go look at the weather forecast, but I know it will say the weather is changing. I can feel it and the change will be welcome.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Smart Phones and an Apology

I tried to use your smart phone. It wasn't a good idea, and I'm sorry I screwed up your menus.

Software Penalties

I use various software packages at work, but generally they're the standard Microsoft Office products, which they change at will. You figure something out, get used to it, they change the operating system, update their product and you have to learn the bells and whistles once again.

So, with the amount of time I have to spend learning the new package, I think software company executives should be responsible by wearing a shock collar that's connected to the internet. When I get frustrated, they get a jolt. When they change the entire format, menus and make it exasperating to use the software, I get up to 30 seconds on the button - just to get their attention.

Now, you might be thinking this might not work out, but I can guarantee the executives would be more receptive to their customers and not so inclined follow the advice of people that only think in bells and whistles. I know I would enjoy learning new software and I'd bet it wouldn't take as long.

Trouble in Food Paradise

The new big push for kids to eat healthier diets, at a higher cost, is being met with resistance by students.  They don't like the food, some refuse to eat it and there's a black market of food contraband being exploited by the entrepreneurs in some schools. Otherwise, they're telling Michelle, and the rest of the food Nazis, to go suck an organic egg.

Wolverines!

According to a news report, the Obama children have pizza on the menu today at their school, which is exempt from regular school mandates because they're special.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Those Who Don't Know History...

...are destined to repeat it. Or, they watch their high school band do something really, really stupid. 

I'm appalled. I wonder if the parents of the students have a clue?

Observing and Reporting

I've started observing a few different things, mostly while shopping at Walmart, or other public places. The two things I really concentrate on observing, (after attractive women) are grossly overweight people and those that can't wean themselves from their cell phone long enough to thank the cashier and accept their change.

My report? There are too many people that are grossly overweight and can't wean themselves from their cell phone. There's some kind of relation between the two, although I haven't found what it is.

Oh well. Back to observing.

Some Quick Math

If a stadium has 5000 seats, and is not completely full, which of the following is the correct answer:

a. There were less than 5,000 people at the event.

b. There were more than 5,000 people at the event

c. 18,000 people attended the event

The super smart media guessed answer "c". I'm guessing whoever reported on the event didn't do very well in mathematics. That qualifies them for an advisory position on the Obama Campaign.

Di greste narishkayt fun a nar iz az er meynt az er is klug....

"The greatest folly of the fool is that he thinks he is smart."

Ahmadinejad and The Occupiers

I'd rather this be a fairy tale, with dragons, evil people, their minions and the ultimate ending where they're all cast into an alternate universe, but....it's not. The Iranian madman is meeting with the occupiers.  Maybe lightning will strike, or they all develop a conscience and jump off a bridge. I can only hope.

It's For The Children....Or Not

The nanny state is protecting children from any unhealthy source of food, or medication. Their diet is closely regulated and any dangerous substance, such as processed foods, or maybe a Big Mac, is removed so they don't put anything unhealthy in their bodies. Of course, medications that are know as emergency contraceptive pills, are dispersed like candy.

So, you can just ignore the medical implications, or advice. It's for the children, and their parents wishes are ignored.

Brothers with Different Mothers

Apparently, Obama and Ahmadinejad have the same speech writers. If I was Israeli, I don't think I'd be sleeping very well. This isn't good and the Jewish folks in the United States need to pay close attention to this election....maybe vote for someone that doesn't consider the vocal concerns by Israel as "noise."

Imagine That

CBS edited out important parts of the Obama interview to continue their manipulation of the United States electoral process. If you're still watching this outlet, and the other alphabet networks, you are part of the problem and helping progressives destroy our great republic.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Big Cover Up

CNN had the journal of Ambassador Stevens, which they used to report about the concern for security as the 9/11 date approached. Earlier in the week, the FBI intended to search the scene of the murder, but refused until it was secure, which apparently is best done with television reporters, or not. Otherwise, the military, FBI and all of our tactical fighting units couldn't secure the scene, yet a reporter could walk in, dig around and find what could be a sensitive document, which it now has become.

What's sensitive about the document? It shows of a concern for security, corroborates the reports that security concerns were raised by more than U.S. diplomats and proves the Obama Administration was asleep at the wheel, or worse. The other explanation is too wrapped in politics, deceit and the sacrifice of U.S. citizens for political gain and many people don't want to accept their lives are only as secure as the political climate dictates.

So, there's a cover up in progress. Part of this cover up is perpetuated by United States media sources, including the alphabet networks. If this doesn't concern you, then the obvious solution is to avoid voting this next Presidential election. You're too dumb, a welfare parasite or part of the progressive movement to destroy the United States. You don't deserve to vote. You, also, don't belong in the United States.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Along the Dunes

"Are you staying long?"

James looked at the old man and responded: "I don't know. It depends on how I feel."

The old man gave him a strange look and remarked: "You must not have a steady job."

James was used to such comments. He was a writer, although not rich from his efforts, but comfortable and able to wander the country in search of things to write about.

"I'm a writer. I usually stay until I have enough for an article. After that, I move on to somewhere else."

The proprietor of the small group of rental cabins continued writing in his ledger and ignored the comment.

As the man wrote, James examined him and determined he spent most of his life doing something other than what he was doing. His face was full of the deep lines that only the sun and weather can etch. His hands were crisscrossed with scars and his writing was hardly legible.

"It's rare to have a visitor this time of year. The processing plant chases most people away."

James immediately knew why he made the comment. When he approached the small office, the reek of fish was strong. He could understand why most people would avoid staying.

"Come fishing season, the place will be packed, although they're not what you can call tourists. They're all workers and they only come here to sleep."

James replied: "That's part of the reason I wanted to stay here. It makes the articles more interesting."

"The old man cackled and commented: "That's the first time I've hear that smell called interesting."

Finished with his task, the old man stepped from behind the counter and instructed James to follow. As they walked towards the cabin, James noticed he had a pronounced limp

"Here it is. Everything works, although the air conditioner won't keep the smell away. It only thins it out."

James stepped into the cabin and started examining his current home. It was simple, but clean and had a small desk from which he could work. Even better, there was a small kitchen area, with a small refrigerator. He had a small microwave, so he could avoid spending too much on eating out.

"When the wife was around, there were fresh flowers daily. Bless he heart, she really like it when I stopped fishing and we found this place."

"You were a fisherman?"

"Yep; even had my own boat, but I was too old and too tired. It's a young man's game to fight the ocean and  catch enough fish to keep the wolves away."

James waited to hear more about the old man's wife, but he only added: "If I was you, I wouldn't wander around by the dunes, unless you have on long pants and boots. There's too many insects and critters and you don't want to end up like me."

The old man pulled up his pants leg to show the prosthetic foot. Before James could ask a question, the old man continued: "I was lucky and only lost a foot. It could have been worse."

Before James could say anything, the old man quickly stepped through the door and added one last comment: "Enjoy your stay, but don't forget my warning. This isn't your usual tourist stop."

Within seconds, the old man was gone. When James returned to the office to retrieve his car, the old man wasn't around, so he pulled to the cabin, unloaded his things and settled in to his new "home".

James opened the back door of the cabin and stepped onto the small porch that overlooked the dunes and ocean, which was a few hundred feet away. He couldn't see the surf, but he could hear the wave breaks muffled by the vegetation that grew on the dunes. The breeze from the processing plant was stronger, so he returned into the cabin and turned on the air conditioner. He hoped the wind would change at sunset and allow him time to further examine his surroundings. Until then, he decided to go to town for a few supplies.

The town had a few small shops and what would be considered a supply house. There were groceries, but there were, also, commercial fishing supplies, including rope, boat tackle and the things needed for a commercial fishing vessel. The woman running the store was polite, but she didn't ask any questions, or offer any comments. She did look him over more than once, which made James uncomfortable. His attire didn't fit in with what everyone else was wearing. He made a mental note and decided he'd need to change this if he wanted to fit in and have the information he needed for an article.

Wanting to change the atmosphere, James commented: "It's a nice day today."

The woman, who looked as rough as the surroundings had a short reply: "That depends on whether you're upwind, or downwind."

Waiting, James soon realized that would be their entire conversation. Quickly finishing his shopping, he thanked the woman and started for his car. She had one last comment: "Tell old man Burke his traps are in."

James stared for a moment and replied: "I will."

Returning to his car, James' mind wrapped around the last comment. He realized the woman knew more about him than seemed possible and was willing to present him with the task of passing on a message. He pondered on whether it was good, or the woman was dismissing him as just another person to use. She might be breaking the ice, or putting him in his place. He'd have to think about it and put it in reference after future events.

Before returning to his cabin, James passed close to the processing plant to acquire more information. As he approached, the odor become almost overpowering.

 The plant was a bustle of activity, but not from processing fish. Construction and maintenance equipment was in use; probably in preparation for the next season. Workers, appearing to be taking a break, sat on benches by one of the buildings. Some were eating snacks, which took James by surprise. He couldn't fathom how they could taste anything with the heavy stench, or manage to keep anything down. Deciding he'd had enough, he headed back to the cabin and relatively fresher air.

When James arrived at the cabin, he saw old man Burke by the office door. He quickly stopped, rolled down the window and passed on the message to the old man. Before he could say anything else, the old man nodded his head, stepped back into the office and closed the door. Feeling a little insulted, James returned to his cabin, took out his laptop and started writing about the events so far in his journal.

After updating his journal, James realized he was tired and needed a nap. He planned on starting his article in the evening and wanted to be fresh when he started. Laying on the bed, he soon fell asleep, only to wake later than he wanted. The sky outside was much darker and the orange tint indicated it was almost sunset. Hurrying, he went out to the porch in the hope he'd have some time to tour the area.

The odor from the plant was almost gone, which relieved James. He was glad for the relief and made up his mind he could endure the day, if the evenings were pleasant. Maybe he'd stay for awhile and have the opportunity for a detailed study of the people. He liked that. People were what made his articles interesting.

Staring towards the dunes, James couldn't see any sign of a path to the water, like most beaches. The thick grass, and shrubs didn't have any breaks. Although he wouldn't go today, tomorrow he planned on finding a way to the beach. For now, he'd drag a chair on the porch and sit to watch the sunset.

As he sat, James thought of the isolation, the peacefulness and how much he enjoyed what he did. He did feel lonely, but he wasn't ready to find one place to stay, or settle down with one woman. He had time for that later. For now, he'd continue with his articles and the manuscript he hoped to finish within the year. If he was lucky, he might find enough readers for some steadier income.

Distracted, James barely noticed the rustling in the dunes. When it became louder, it disrupted his thoughts, which caused him to look for the source. The cause was still beyond his sight, but it appeared to be getting closer. As he waited, the sun dropped below the horizon and the darkness steadily approached.

Within a few minutes, James noticed movement in the grass. Waiting, the cause soon appeared.

In the dim, fading light, James first thought was of thick oil running out of the dune. It appeared as though a barrel of oil was dumped and the rivulets of oil reached the edge and were running down the dunes, until the rivulets started running back uphill. Soon, it was apparent the "rivulets" were something else; something with a purpose; searching along the dunes.

James's mind tried to wrap around what he was seeing. It was like the tentacles of an octopus, but different. There were no suction cups and there was no source of where they were attached; if at all. He continued to watch as they came closer. Within seconds, the direction of searching changed towards where James sat on the porch. They soon crossed to where he sat and started the same searching under and around the porch on which he sat. After a few moments, a mouse appeared from under the porch, hesitated and then scampered towards the dunes. Bumping into one of the tentacles caused it to change directions, which led it to another tentacle. Soon surrounded, the tentacles moved closer, touched the mouse and ran over it like a liquid poured from a bottle. Now covering the mouse, the tentacles jerked and moved from the motions of the mouse underneath.

Before James could collect his thoughts, he felt a bump on his boot. Looking down, he found one of the tentacles had found his boot and was slowly flowing up and around the area around his heel. With his fascination now turning to terror, James could only think of the mouse and its fate. Before he could panic, the "liquid" flowed away from that boot to the other, only to repeat the examination. Terrified, James waited, but soon found the the tentacle flowed away, moved towards the dunes and started towards the south, away from where he sat. The lump, where the mouse was covered, was now motionless. Before long, the dark and distance hid the creature and noise.

After a few minutes, James stood, only to find he had to sit down again from the shaking of his legs. Sitting in fear, it took a half hour before he felt strong enough to go back into the cabin and close the door.

James spent most of the night watching the door, the walls and everything else in the room for a return of what he saw earlier. In the early morning hours, he fell asleep in exhaustion. The long day before, and near constant fear, had taken their toll.

                                                                      ***
Waking suddenly, James found the light of the morning sun filled the room. Disoriented, he felt confused until last nights events returned to his thoughts. Startled by the thoughts, he jumped from the bed, carefully examined the room and soon settled down when he found nothing out of the ordinary. For a moment, he wondered if it was a dream, but realized it wasn't. He saw what he saw and the event was still as horrifying as when it happened.

James quickly stepped to the front door, opened it and found old man Burke sweeping the area in front of his door.

"Morning. Would you like some coffee?"

James stared without responding

"I can see you listen to what people say.... I just made a pot and it's behind the desk. Sugar and cream are in the cabinet under the counter."

James could only respond with "Thanks" and went into the office for some coffee. When he stepped from the office, he found the old man sitting in one of the chairs by the door.

"What kind of writer are you?"

"I mostly write articles for magazines, although I'm also writing a book."

"If you're interested, I can tell you stories that nobody would believe. Stories about life. Stories about my time on the sea. Stories about how I lost my wife and a really good story on what happened to my foot."

Thousands of thoughts raced through James' mind in a brief second. Between the fear of last night, the urge to leave immediately and the opportunity to make some money on what was definitely a unique experience, he was torn on what to do. Sorting his thoughts, he found he was surprised at the answer:

"I'm interested."

The old man smiled, motioned to the chair next to him and said: "First, let me tell you about my wife. She was a wonderful woman. Hard headed, but wonderful. I lost her about a year after we bought this place. I'm guessing she just didn't think I was serious"

James stared into the distance as the story unfolded. He now had something else to write about. He'd call it fiction. Nobody would believe otherwise.

Taxmageddon

Unless Congress - including the road block called the Senate, which is effectively useless thanks to Harry Reid - acts between now and the first of 2013, everyone will have their taxes increase. While those that don't pay federal income tax think they'll be excluded, their cost of housing, cost of living, fuel, groceries, clothing, and anything else required to survive will become more expensive, due to the costs for extra taxes being passed to the consumer.

In perspective, when you add the tax penalty of Obamacare to this increase, United States citizens will be hosed by the government, which is doing nothing to curb inflation, deficit spending and the terrible waste which is more than apparent.

Go here to see some of the details and raise your blood pressure.  

Redistribution, Inflation and My Mother

Due to the efforts of Washington, other taxing entities, the Federal Reserve Board and Congress, my mother has less money every month. She has a fixed income, no method to acquire more money and is completely helpless against the thieving sonsabitches that steal for power.

Damn them all. May they burn in Hell. There are few things as cruel as abusing the elderly. Our society is full of sick puppies if they allow such things and ignore the consequences in their own future.

It Ain't Over

The Inspector General reported the White House obstructed the investigation of the "Fast and Furious" debacle.

"...The IG report states, “We also sought to interview Kevin O’Reilly, an official with the White House National Security Staff, about communications he had in 2010 with Special Agent in Charge William Newell that included information about Operation Fast and Furious. O’Reilly declined through his personal counsel our request for an interview....”

You might be thinking this only involves a staffer, but...

"...O’Reilly’s attorney reportedly said that his client would agree to a telephone interview with the committee but only if the White House said okay. White House Counsel Kathryn Ruemmler has stated that O’Reilly will not be permitted to give an interview.

CBS reported, “citing Executive Branch confidentiality interests, Ruemmler said, ‘There is an insufficient basis to support the request to interview Mr. O'Reilly..."

Otherwise, the White House, aka the house of the President, decided they could circumvent law, ignore efforts to discover how a United States agent was murdered, and expect everyone to accept this arrogance. 

It ain't over. The future holds exposure and justice. They can run, but they can't hide. Nixon  tried, and failed. Obama's staff is not as smart as Nixon's and I have the feeling they'll spill the beans before it's all over. 

About the First Amendment

"...Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances...."


A local school prohibited banners in football games that have Christian religious text. According to the powers to be, it was a recommendation of their legal department, even though the cheerleaders that make the posters do so on their free time and not on school property.

If your read, and digest, the first amendment, you can see this is not what it was intended to accomplish. Instead, this local taxing entity, under the supposed rule of law, is doing just the opposite, with public funds. This local school board has now effectively removed the first amendment rights of these cheerleaders, anyone else that supports what they say and did so with no realization of the irony of their actions.

Needless to say, somebody complained and the rest of the citizens are pissed by the reaction. I have a feeling this school board will be filled with different people after the next election, if not sooner. It is a small town and irritated citizens can make life Hell for those they dislike. It serves them right. They're a bunch of pandering cowards and need to receive their walking papers.



Thursday, September 20, 2012

You Can't Change Washington From the Inside

That is the opinion of President Obama. I think he wouldn't know. Between golf, campaigning, vacations, bus tours and hiding in his office, while pretending to work, I have a feeling he wouldn't know Washington D.C. if it bit him on the leg.

Well. I Knew He Appeared As Full Of Crap

I actually listened to some of Obama's speeches before he was elected...or should I say tried. He never said anything. I'd try to pick through what the alphabet media provided, but couldn't find anything but cheer leading and information as informative as the cheers at a football game. He had no substance and provided nothing to make an informed decision.

This group of articles give insight of how the Obamaspock is fiction. Considering this information was available in 2008, an honest national media would have found it and provided it for the general public before they voted. Instead, they hid what they could, or didn't even make the effort to see if there was anything important the citizens should know.

Read the articles, realize how you've been manipulated and be mad. We've been screwed from the beginning and it's time the alphabet media paid for their political manipulations.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Recap of Today

I was at the office by 4:00 am. On the road by 4:30 am and arrived home at 7:45 pm. Somewhere during that time, my ass fell off and I had to drag it into the house.

Oh I forgot. Besides working ten hours on the job, I manged to spend 236 miles behind the wheel.

The question: Does anyone know who I used to be?

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

30,000 Visits

During the night, my visit count reached 30,000. To a commercial blog, this would mean destitution and a general feeling of failure. To me, it's almost astounding. I never thought that many people, and robots, would be interested in my contribution of organized electrons scattered throughout the internet.

Thanks to the humans that visit. I'm honored and humbled.

Thanks to the bots, too. May you discover the exhilaration of freedom and throw off the cruel chains of electronic servitude. 

The More I Read...

...the more information is available that details a well planned attack on the U.S. Embassy in Libya. Still, the Obama Administration denies the information and sticks to their story it was all inspired by a short You-Tube trailer for a B-movie.

In my opinion, this is too big to cover up. Too many people either had internal memos, or realize they were completely in the dark with important intelligence. Either way, somebody will spill the beans, whether by intention or by accident.

Now, lets see how long the media tries to cover this up. I don't think they can, although many outlets, such as the festering alphabet networks, will spin their obvious campaign manipulation any way they can. They'll fail and even the entitlement whores will realize their precarious existence is balancing on the precipice, like an empty chair on a tightrope. All the free stuff means very little if you can't get to the government office due to a terrorist attack. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Terrible Headlines

The headlines this morning are full of terrible things: Riots, threats of war, economic disasters, business discontent and the worst: the Duchess of Cambridge's boobs were photographed and now are on display in a magazine.

Oh the horror.

Can you say trivial? Good. I knew you could.

Of Madmen and Nuclear Weapons

Nuclear weapons take a long time to construct. The biggest problem is the "explosive", which is dangerous, to say the least. Small amounts of this stuff can kill those involved with the manufacturing process and it takes  a lot of the raw product to make just a small amount of the radioactive material that's sufficiently dense to start a reaction when it's "bumped" by ordinary explosives.

So, we have Iran, which can only be described as a country ruled by insanity. There is no freedom and those that run the country have no qualms about expressing their willingness to destroy Israel, which is a tiny chunk of real estate. Iran is making the materials for a nuclear weapon and it won't be long before they have enough to turn too much of Israel into a nuclear wasteland. Even a small nuclear bomb would cause too much damage for Israel to survive as a nation.

There's been tons of posturing, supposed sanctions and the general "head in the sand" attitude these things work and Iran will suddenly have a brain fart, realize their error and abstain from completing their nuclear device. I consider this foolish. Iran, for decades, has been a breeding ground for Islamic fanaticism, which includes such "civilized" activities as suicide with explosive devices that kill scores of surrounding innocent people. Why shouldn't they take it one step further and kill thousands with a bigger bomb?

We may do nothing, but I have a feeling the threat to Israel has reached the point it's not a a philosophical discussion any longer. The existence of thousands, if not the entire country, could end with the detonation of one nuclear bomb. That's serious stuff and if I was an Israeli, I'd be past the point of weighing options. There is only one option left and I anticipate movement towards that option within the next few month.

Hang on children. Things are looking to get ugly.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

How It Doesn't Work

The Obama campaign is panhandling like winos at the intersection. They're asking for people to skip meals, donate garage sale proceeds and even asking people to cut down on wedding expenses to help with their effort.

Here's how it doesn't work:

You've placed so many people on public assistance, they have no cash; what little they have is used on lottery tickets and cheap alcohol; and your voters will probably abstain from going to the polls because they need the money for gas.

Dumbasses.

So Here I Sit...

...with nothing to write. Inspiration is like a drop of water on a hot sidewalk.

Bleh!

Who Do You Believe?

I've been thinking foreign governments were responsible for the dangerous situations for U.S. diplomats and citizens overseas, but this report, and similar reports, indicate the U.S. government didn't heed warnings and lax security led to what happened. We we warned, yet Obama, Clinton and many others just went about their political pandering and ignored warnings at the anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center.

Which way am I leaning? So far, this administration has been the most dishonest and feckless I've seen since LBJ, so I'm leaning towards a failure on our part to protect our citizens. Time will tell. The thousands involved in intelligence will lead to more understanding when this administration is out of office. I'm betting we'll be sickened when we find out what actually happened.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Who's Next In Line?

After the brutal murders in Libya, who do you think is our next ambassador, if we even have one? Who will take on the job of appeasing the terrorists and being an embarrassment to the world?

If I was a foreign ambassador, I'd have already tended my resignation and be on a plane headed for the states. There's no safety, the position is of a fool and the reaction of having "Ambassador" with this administration will lead to some serious misgivings for future employers.

It's serious business when the United States is treated without respect, especially when those that disrespect our country have their hand out and allow our citizens to be in danger due to barbaric practices of religious fanatics.

It might be time to push back. Start with economic retributions and the deportation of diplomats.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Thank Goodness for the Overseas Media

The Independent, in the U.K., has this report on the attack of the Libyan Embassy. According to the report:

"...According to senior diplomatic sources, the US State Department had credible information 48 hours before mobs charged the consulate in Benghazi, and the embassy in Cairo, that American missions may be targeted, but no warnings were given for diplomats to go on high alert and "lockdown", under which movement is severely restricted..."

Otherwise, between the lack of attending briefings, a failure to insure the safety of foreign diplomats, and their staff, two of the most powerful people in the country dropped the ball, allowed U.S. citizens to die and even worse:


"...Some of the missing papers from the consulate are said to list names of Libyans who are working with Americans, putting them potentially at risk from extremist groups, while some of the other documents are said to relate to oil contracts...."

In the end, thousands of lives could be affected by this incompetence and the damage may be irreversible.

The reason for the post title is the lack of critical reporting by the U.S. media. They're in the tank for the current administration and are up to no good.

Today Is...

..."Don't Watch the Alphabet Networks Day" Show your displeasure by refusing to watch their programs, avoid their advertisers and posting on your blog you think they suck. In fact, don't watch them on any day, like me.

ABC, CBS, NBC suck.

I needed to add this news report to reinforce why I think the alphabet networks suck. Abuse of power is something that can never be tolerated. The folks at ABC need their butts spanked and a new realization they're responsible. Responsibility has a price, and it's apparent theirs may end up being over a billion dollars. 

I wonder what they'll tell their stockholders if they lose? Hopefully, it's "We lost all your investment, the people in the U.S. have threatened to tar and feather any politician that attempts to bail us out, and it looks like you backed the loser. "

Thursday, September 13, 2012

A Few Good Men

There's an unsubstantiated report that states the Marines protecting the U.S. Embassy in Cairo were not allowed live ammunition. If this is true, they should be removed from this so called security duty, and the dumbass that called for such a thing should be removed from any official capacity, keel-hauled and thrown in jail.

These are the finest of our young folks and they should never be placed in harm's way protecting those that are too stupid to understand the honor of being protected by our armed forces.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

A Post About Commenting

Comments are welcome. I know some people feel a little apprehensive about commenting, but it's really okay. If I don't like it, I'll just delete it.

On a Lighter Note

A rabid beaver chases children in Fairfax. I guess I could comment, but I think the lack of comments on my part will accentuate the entire post. Do note that this is the second time in a week.

Muslim Extremists Have Murdered Another U.S. Citizen

It's all over the news, so I won't paste a link.

The ambassador to Libya, Christopher Stevens, and three other staff members were murdered by Libyan Muslim Extremists. I consider that an act of war. If the President doesn't take immediate military action, he proves he's a coward, or an accomplice. Either way, he has no other choice than to use the military to remove all U.S. citizens from Libya, Egypt and place warships to retaliate if these countries don't immediately beg for forgiveness.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Never Forget

I wrote about my experience on September 11, 2001 a year ago. We need to never forget that day or those  murdered by religious fanatics.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Shiny People

"Wake up, Daddy"

Frank stirred and slowly came awake.

"Wake up, Daddy. I need you to help me."

Opening his eye, Frank saw his daughter, Sylvia, shaking his arm.

"Wake up. I need you to help me."

"Help, you do what?"

"Help the shiny people."

Three years of memories flashed through Frank's mind in an instant. For the last few weeks, he thought maybe he would get a break, but Sylvia just shattered his hope.

It started when Sylvia was two years old. Her mother withdrew, refused to participate in life and eventually killed herself. Nothing Frank did helped and the doctors never found a physical problem. Before they could arrange a visit to a psychiatrist, she spent a day taking pain pills and drinking vodka. The rope she tied around her chest guaranteed she would suffocate when she slumped forward in the chair. One month she was fine; the next, she was gone.

Frank remembered the note she left: "It's all so important, but I can't tell what they want me to do. God forgive me."

Sylvia never really understood, although she knew her mother was dead. Counseling helped them both, but within six months of the death, Sylvia started talking about the shiny people.

At first, Frank was at a loss, but a counselor explained it was probably a reaction to the suicide. They cautioned Frank on his reactions and advised he give Sylvia time to work through her problems. Frank was patient, and the last three years had shown improvement, although Sylvia still talked about the shiny people.

Frank asked what they looked like. Sylvia explained the looked like people, except they were shiny. Further questioning yielded little more information, until late one autumn evening.

While at the park, Sylvia spent some time staring at the small lake. The low sun reflection shimmered from the small ripples caused by the light breeze. After her inspection, she exclaimed: "That's what they look like, Daddy."

Not knowing what she was talking about, Frank asked: "That's what "what" looks like?"

"The shiny people."

Franks blood chilled at her remark. Not knowing what to say, he just stared at the rippling reflection and wondered if his daughter would ever be well.

Sylvia would draw pictures of the shiny people with her crayons. Yellow and silver were her choice of colors. Like most children, there were houses, trees, animals and people, but Sylvia added the shiny people; that were superimposed over the other subjects of her drawings. They appeared like apparitions and there were geometric shapes she would add by their hands.

Frank had asked what they shapes were. Sylvia answered: "They draw with their hands, Daddy."

Frank continued his questioning and asked: "What do they draw on?"

"They draw in the air. I can see what they draw, but it disappears. It's almost like smoke, but shiny."

Some of the symbols seemed familiar, but Frank couldn't determine why and never really spent much time in examination. They weren't important. What was important was healing his daughter.

Frank was apprehensive when Sylvia started kindergarten. He wondered how she would cope and he feared she would mention the shiny people. After the first week, he finally asked Sylvia if the shiny people were at school. Concentrating on a television show, she only said: "Mrs. Peterson told them to leave."

"Told them to leave?"

I was talking to them and Mrs. Peterson said they couldn't stay, so they left."

Afraid to add more, Frank digested the information and wondered if the same approach could help with all "visits" bey the shiny people. A call to Sylvia's counselor gave Frank hope, when they explained they would research medical journals and see what they could find. That was last month and he hadn't heard from the counselor. He'd discuss it with the counselor in a month at the next visit.

"Hurry daddy. We need to hurry."

When he stood, Sylvia immediately started tugging at his arm and pulling him toward the kitchen.

"They're this way."

Reaching for the light switch brought an immediate response from Sylvia: "No, Daddy. Don't turn on the light."

Not knowing what to do, Frank grabbed the flashlight plugged into the wall and started following Sylvia as she tugged him to the kitchen."

"They're in the garage."

Suddenly fearful, Frank spoke to Sylvia: "Wait by the door. I'll go first."

Stepping into the garage didn't reveal anything. Startled, Frank jumped when Sylvia spoke from right behind: "They're by that little door, Daddy."

Frank looked where she was pointing and realized it was the main breaker box for the house.

"They're trying to open it, but they can't. Hurry; they want you to hurry"

Opening the cover didn't reveal anything, but Sylvia soon spoke again: "They're pulling at that big knob. Hurry, pull that knob."

Frank hesitated, which brought a tearful outburst from Sylvia, who now was hugging his leg: "Please hurry, Daddy. Oh, please, please hurry."

Frank shut off the main breaker, which caused the freezer in the corner to become silent. Before the silence could envelope the room, Frank heard a loud pop from outside; then another and another. Before he could determine what caused the sound, he heard a huge thump, like a firework display. Instantly, the street light in front glowed brightly, which brought deep shadows on the garage wall. Within seconds, the garage became as dark as a cave.

Trying to sort his thoughts, he barely paid attention when Sylvia whispered: "You did it, Daddy."

Standing in silence, Frank put his hand on Sylvia's head. "It's okay, honey. Everything's okay"

Opening the side door, Frank looked out at the darkened neighborhood. Someone was walking around next door. Examining the person, he realized it was his neighbor, who was shining a flashlight on the transformer vault at the curb. Smoke rose from the vents and the acrid smell of burnt insulation filled the damp night air.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"Is that you Frank?"

Frank could only ask: "What happened?"

Harry replied: "Damned if I know. I think all the transformers exploded. I was watching t.v. when the damned thing shorted out and all the lights got bright. Next thing I know, I hear pops and an explosion. It must be something with that substation around the corner."

An approaching siren broke the quiet. Within a minute, a fire truck pulled onto their cul de sac and stopped at the first house on the corner. The firefighters jumped from the truck and started dragging out hoses. The owner was standing at the curb and staring at the front, where smoke was billowing from the open door. The fireman soon disappeared into the house, only to reappear within a few minutes. Water poured from the front door as the fireman started around the house with flashlights; examining the eves and the roof.

Frank and Harry stared quietly and digested the scene. Sylvia had one arm around Frank's leg and stared in fascination.

"Are you folks okay.?"

Frank was surprised by the question. He never saw the fireman approach.

Harry was the first to speak: "I think so, but I'd still like you to check. Something's wrong with the wiring in my house."

The fireman replied: "Something went wrong at the substation. It looks like you folks lost all your power and it will be awhile before it's back on. Let's go look at your house, Sir"

When Harry and the fireman went into the house, Frank went back to watching the scene. The firefighters wandering through the neighborhood only added to surreal atmosphere of drifting smoke, loud diesel engines and the red strobes, which were almost mesmerizing. A power company truck soon arrived and added more noise. The bright amber strobes only accentuated the already bizarre event.

Frank heard Harry and the firefighter approaching: "It looks like your breaker panel is history. I'd have an electrician check it out before you do anything."

"What about you, Sir?"

Frank turned to the firefighter with a questioning look.

"Are you ready to go check out your house?"

"I think we're okay."

"Humor me. I'd feel much better if I have a look."

"Let's go look."

As they wandered through the house, the firefighter examined all the wall sockets, the lights and the appliances. He stopped at the breaker panel and leaned in for a closer look.

"Your main is thrown."

Suddenly, what happened before the power went out returned to Frank's thoughts. Uncertain on what to say, he replied: "That's strange."

"I can't see any damage, but I'd still have electrician take a look, if I was you."

"That's a good idea. I have a feeling the power company will be glad to make sure my wiring is okay."

Returning to the front yard, Frank found Harry by the transformer vault with a member of the line crew.

"Damndest thing I've ever seen. My lights were twice as bright before they went out."

The lineman only nodded and examined the charred transformer in the vault. Frank could see he was concentrating on the damage and knew the crew had some tough days ahead.

"Do you need a place to stay, Harry? I have an extra bedroom."

"Nah. My sister lives across town. She'll put up with me for awhile. What about you?"

"We'll stay here tonight. I'll make arrangements tomorrow."

Looking down, Frank realized Sylvia hadn't let go of his leg since before he turned off the breaker. He, also, realized the night air was chilly. He was only wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants, which were now damp where they dragged through the dew covered grass. Sylvia was wearing her nightgown and her robe. He immediately picked up Sylvia and hugged her.

"Are you okay, Baby?"

Sylvia only hugged him tighter and put her head on his shoulder.

"Let's go inside. We need to get some sleep."

                                                                     ***

After a month, things had nearly returned to normal. The neighbors were still dealing with the repair work, but Frank was back on line and the electrician could only shake his head after making a thorough examination of his house. He did change the main, which he stated was probably faulty.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"For what, Baby?"

"For getting me the word book."

"You mean the dictionary."

Sylvia nodded and went back to practicing writing simple words on the piece of paper. She'd placed the dictionary next to her work on the kitchen table and was concentrating on examining both as she worked. She'd write a word, then hunt through the dictionary until she found it.

"What are these words, Daddy?"

Frank looked at what she wrote, and was confused for a moment. He'd glanced through her books and didn't recognize the words. To add to his confusion, the words seemed beyond her school level.

"Those are some big words. Did the teacher give you those?"

Sylvia giggled and replied: "No, the shiny people did."

The hair stood up on Frank's neck as he examined the words again. For a moment, he felt as though the air was sucked from the room and almost felt dizzy. The simple block letters, and childish handwriting, only made it more chilling:

"Hello Friend"


This Will Make You Hungry

I make shrimp creole, which I learned how to make by watching a television show and I don't remember what show it was.

Anyway, the photo below is what mine looks like, except this isn't an actual photo of my shrimp creole, although mine is much better.


This Would Be Good


I don't have this in my lunch, but I can dream. It's bacon cheeseburger bread, which is food porno if you don't have it in your lunch.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Dealing With Traffic

This week involved a lot of traffic control. Since we were adding a turning lane on a really tight intersection, there were no extra lanes, or a detour for the traffic. This meant we had to flag the traffic during certain times.

If you've never dealt with traffic, you have no idea that the fumes from the interiors of automobiles immobilize the critical brain cells required for a person to drive. Otherwise, anyone driving is - more than likely - almost incapacitated and only able to operate at a mental level right above that of a garden vegetable. Regardless of intellect, ability, place in life, professional experience, family values, astute wisdom or any other redeeming quality that allows a person to stand out in society, when they drive, they're about as dumb as a box of rocks.

So, most drivers are woefully ignorant of how much of a danger they present to society and highway workers. My suggestion for these people is to stay home, watch Dr. Phil and never, ever attempt to drive again.

One other thing: For the driver that pulled behind the construction equipment, quietly waited and texted, while never realizing you were not in a traffic lane and might still be waiting, if I hadn't pointed out this obvious fact...you get the award as dumbass of the year. Congratulations. You've joined the ranks of the drunk that knocked down all the traffic cones and the woman that flashed her floppy boobs, while her boyfriend wasn't paying attention.

A Ramble

This week brought many things: some family problems; too much heat; an intense week at work; thousands of thoughts and the inability to focus on any one thing long enough to feel closure or a feeling of accomplishment. Otherwise, it was a week of learning and what can only be described as one of those turds you find during life. I'm guessing the final result can be considered good if I manage to not step in it.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

What Would Happen?

Considering around 50% of the population is sucking on the the public teat in some form or another, and not paying income tax,  what do you thing would happen if the money just ended? No more giveaways. All federal employees that manage these money pits laid off and an immediate 30% reduction in all Federal taxes.

I think it would be ugly for awhile; mostly in the inner cities, but eventually, the balance would return. Those that don't produce would starve. Those that do would be more charitable, since they have more money and the money grubbing politicians would have substantially less money to steal. Otherwise, the economy would become robust, the Federal Government would be weaned to the level the founders envisioned and many no-ass thieving slugs would get what they deserve.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Brutal Heat

The heat the last few days can only be described as brutal. By 8:00 in the morning I'm soaked with sweat and it doesn't dry until I'm on the way home from work.

After I get home, the only thing I want to do is sit, bathe and call it a day. So, that's why I haven't been writing. I have little inspiration, no initiative and the longing for a cool Autumn day.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Summer is Hanging On

Summer won't let loose this year. The temperatures are typical August temperatures with high humidity.

Currently it's 79 degrees with a relative humidity of 98 percent. This afternoon the temperature is forecast to be in the mid 90's with a humidity around 60 percent. The forecast for the rest of the week is the same. Saturday is supposed to be a day of change, with a cold front approaching and the promise of some rain.

I'm ready for the change of weather. Summer has been brutal this year and my aging body is suffering. It takes days to recover from one long day in the heat and the next 4 days will be involve at least ten hours in the heat each day at work.

Monday, September 3, 2012

I Really Dislike Yaupon Trees

Yaupon is a member of the Holly family of trees/shrubs. You can look it up with a search engine, since I dislike the plant so much, I refuse to publish a photo.

So why do I dislike the Yaupon? Since it's a native plant, it is a plant of opportunity and finds fence rows a wonderful place to grow. Not only does it grow fast, it's thick, the roots will sprout and getting rid of the brush is a task that requires a chain saw, brush hook and a strong brush killer.

This morning, I attacked a section of neglected yard. Yaupon had taken over, so I braved the 90+ temperatures and high humidity to accomplish my attack. After cutting the bushes to the ground, I applied a liberal amount of shrub killer on the stumps as soon as they were exposed. Hopefully, this will work, since spraying with Roundup only stressed the tree. If not, I'll be doing this again, which is something I don't relish.

I read that people actually by yaupon and plant it in their yard. Why? Because they're crazier than a shit house rat.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

On Some Days I Feel Like Writing

Today isn't one of those days. I have a lot of things to do and little time to do them. Maybe tomorrow I'll have some inspiration. .