Guardrail. What; you say? That's my post that received the most visits ever. Why? I have no idea, except it's ambiguous, and some might have Googled the word, which led to my blog.
Maybe I should put that word in every post....or not.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Monday, December 29, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Loss for Words
There are thousands of things to write about, but nothing I feel like writing about.
Bleh!
Bleh!
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
So, It's Christmas
Not quite yet, but it's real close, and I may not write anything until it's over.
Merry Christmas to all that read my blog. If the word "Christmas" gives you piles, Walgreen's is open on Christmas day and you can even buy a generic form of Preparation H. Don't place it too close to your toothpaste, if your eyesight is poor.
Merry Christmas to all that read my blog. If the word "Christmas" gives you piles, Walgreen's is open on Christmas day and you can even buy a generic form of Preparation H. Don't place it too close to your toothpaste, if your eyesight is poor.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Problems Without Solutions?
I've been thinking about the current undercurrent of lack of respect for law enforcement officers. I'll call them Leos, since it's easier to write.
Two incident were grossly blown out of proportion by media outlets and groups of malcontents, without any real purpose, other than stirring shit. The results were riots and murders of police officers.
I don't like what's happening; mostly because of the erosion of not only my safety, but of the safety of those I care about. Where Leos are usually professional, quick to stop crimes, and protect citizens from criminals, they now are unwilling to enforce laws, since their actions not only are being distorted by the media, their safety is even more compromised than before. The willingness to perform the job of protecting the peace is now gone by many, and they're being taunted by the criminals that prey on society. They only want to do what's necessary; and the demand officers not act alone will only lead to longer periods of times for the most violent criminals to continue unimpeded.
I see many feeling there's an erosion of society that can't be repaired, but I disagree with that assumption. There are solutions, and they lie not in criminal courts, but in courts of equity, where the instigators of criminal instigators find they can't escape from the civil repercussions.
Al Sharpton is one that contributed to many of the problems. He is not alone, since the mayor of New York failed to defuse a dangerous situation with foolish remarks. They're accountable; and they should be sued by those that suffered the most from their actions.
Criminal attorneys, and judges, are very limited by law. Criminal actions are well described and the punishments are regulated. Civil attorneys, and judges, have a different forum for sparring with the intangible harms of society. Where no law is broken, a harm to an individual is still a matter of contention, since even a person that passed has family members harmed by the actions of those that contributed to their demise. They have the forum of a civil court to plea their case; and even a criminal that escaped from conviction of a crime can find they didn't escape the punitive damages demanded by their losing a trial in a civil court. Remember O.J Simpson?
I hope the survivors of the two murdered police officers, as well as the merchants that suffered in Ferguson, use the power of the civil courts to demand compensation for the actions of those that contributed to the mass civil disobedience, and criminal actions, that caused them so much harm. It's not only their right, it's their duty to punish the media, the likes of Al Sharpton, and the organizations that were so willing to cause so much damage for personal gain. Criminal law may allow latitude in such things, but civil law is crap shoot, where skillful debaters can find "pocket book justice", partially right wrongs, and those that tread in disturbing the peace of individuals find they're not only bankrupt, they become examples of poor decisions.
Let the games begin. I'll sit and let my feet hang down.
Two incident were grossly blown out of proportion by media outlets and groups of malcontents, without any real purpose, other than stirring shit. The results were riots and murders of police officers.
I don't like what's happening; mostly because of the erosion of not only my safety, but of the safety of those I care about. Where Leos are usually professional, quick to stop crimes, and protect citizens from criminals, they now are unwilling to enforce laws, since their actions not only are being distorted by the media, their safety is even more compromised than before. The willingness to perform the job of protecting the peace is now gone by many, and they're being taunted by the criminals that prey on society. They only want to do what's necessary; and the demand officers not act alone will only lead to longer periods of times for the most violent criminals to continue unimpeded.
I see many feeling there's an erosion of society that can't be repaired, but I disagree with that assumption. There are solutions, and they lie not in criminal courts, but in courts of equity, where the instigators of criminal instigators find they can't escape from the civil repercussions.
Al Sharpton is one that contributed to many of the problems. He is not alone, since the mayor of New York failed to defuse a dangerous situation with foolish remarks. They're accountable; and they should be sued by those that suffered the most from their actions.
Criminal attorneys, and judges, are very limited by law. Criminal actions are well described and the punishments are regulated. Civil attorneys, and judges, have a different forum for sparring with the intangible harms of society. Where no law is broken, a harm to an individual is still a matter of contention, since even a person that passed has family members harmed by the actions of those that contributed to their demise. They have the forum of a civil court to plea their case; and even a criminal that escaped from conviction of a crime can find they didn't escape the punitive damages demanded by their losing a trial in a civil court. Remember O.J Simpson?
I hope the survivors of the two murdered police officers, as well as the merchants that suffered in Ferguson, use the power of the civil courts to demand compensation for the actions of those that contributed to the mass civil disobedience, and criminal actions, that caused them so much harm. It's not only their right, it's their duty to punish the media, the likes of Al Sharpton, and the organizations that were so willing to cause so much damage for personal gain. Criminal law may allow latitude in such things, but civil law is crap shoot, where skillful debaters can find "pocket book justice", partially right wrongs, and those that tread in disturbing the peace of individuals find they're not only bankrupt, they become examples of poor decisions.
Let the games begin. I'll sit and let my feet hang down.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Don't Just Fire Him; Throw Him In a Cold Lake
The director of DHS forgot the Pledge of Allegiance. ; and admits it.
Fire him right now. Carry him to the nearest lake with cold water and throw him in. Such a metrosexual confession, with his position, should automatically disqualify him from having any part of national security.
Fire him right now. Carry him to the nearest lake with cold water and throw him in. Such a metrosexual confession, with his position, should automatically disqualify him from having any part of national security.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
The Reality the Media Ignores
Much of the media is parading Hillary Clinton and Jeb Bush as the contenders in the next Presidential election, while they ignore how neither represents the majority of the U.S. taxpayers and how both have political ideologies that cause concern.
A strong leader emerges during such times. The common promotion of this leader was once found on television and in the written press. That's not the situation any longer, and the strong undercurrent of dissatisfaction with the direction of the U.S. is reflected in the huge internet community. It's there the next leader will emerge and the media will either embrace the will of the majority of the nation, or find their slide into economic despair will accelerate.
A strong leader emerges during such times. The common promotion of this leader was once found on television and in the written press. That's not the situation any longer, and the strong undercurrent of dissatisfaction with the direction of the U.S. is reflected in the huge internet community. It's there the next leader will emerge and the media will either embrace the will of the majority of the nation, or find their slide into economic despair will accelerate.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
False Indignation
The reaction to the intelligence committee of the Senate release of a the report on the interrogation methods used at Gitmo is starting to seep through the filters of the media. Most of the reactions by those actually involved are similar, which is anger and betrayal.
Feinstein, and the rest that were so bold to release the report are using the false premise it's not what the United States stands for and the exposure was necessary. Their "righteous indignation" is only a ruse to distract from the facts revealed by Gruber and a punitive action by Feintstein, who thought she could put the intelligence agencies in place by exposing classified information.
They've tread where only fools go. Their actions will lead to death, violent demonstrations, and a mistrust of those trusted to protect the United States. Not only have they betrayed their office, they betrayed innocent people, that will be the focus of retribution.
Feinstein is done. So are the other members of the committee that abused their trust. When the protection their power allowed is gone, they will not only be the focus of attention by those that work in intelligence, they will be targets of those that want the information they've acquired. They'll spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders, and they deserve the uneasy life. As my grandmother use to say " They burned their butts; now they can sit on the blisters."
What will be the outcome? An unwillingness to share information with Congress, more brutal field methods of interrogation, and a realization Congress can't be trusted. Maybe that's best. War is a brutal business and the fast methods of fighting the enemy may allow the shortest outcome. We saw the incompetent reactions during the Vietnam war. Our enemy was defeated, and Congress snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. If they are willing to weaken the United States to promote their party's agenda, they don't need to be involved with the protection of the citizens they swore to protect.
Feinstein, and the rest that were so bold to release the report are using the false premise it's not what the United States stands for and the exposure was necessary. Their "righteous indignation" is only a ruse to distract from the facts revealed by Gruber and a punitive action by Feintstein, who thought she could put the intelligence agencies in place by exposing classified information.
They've tread where only fools go. Their actions will lead to death, violent demonstrations, and a mistrust of those trusted to protect the United States. Not only have they betrayed their office, they betrayed innocent people, that will be the focus of retribution.
Feinstein is done. So are the other members of the committee that abused their trust. When the protection their power allowed is gone, they will not only be the focus of attention by those that work in intelligence, they will be targets of those that want the information they've acquired. They'll spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders, and they deserve the uneasy life. As my grandmother use to say " They burned their butts; now they can sit on the blisters."
What will be the outcome? An unwillingness to share information with Congress, more brutal field methods of interrogation, and a realization Congress can't be trusted. Maybe that's best. War is a brutal business and the fast methods of fighting the enemy may allow the shortest outcome. We saw the incompetent reactions during the Vietnam war. Our enemy was defeated, and Congress snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. If they are willing to weaken the United States to promote their party's agenda, they don't need to be involved with the protection of the citizens they swore to protect.
Monday, December 15, 2014
It's Never Too Late in a Street Fight
I'm seeing some signs of anger, a willingness to fight back, and a determination to win by some of those that felt a polite discourse was the best method.
I compare this to a street fight. In such things, the winner is the one that will bite off an ear, gouge an eye, or pound unmercifully on the genitals of their opponent. It's a brutal encounter, but the final outcome is only one winner, and you can still win if you're not on the ground and your opponent is breaking your ribs with sharp kicks.
Politics became a street fight years ago. It's time for the polite nature of gentle folks to end, unless they want to gasp for breath with broken ribs.
I compare this to a street fight. In such things, the winner is the one that will bite off an ear, gouge an eye, or pound unmercifully on the genitals of their opponent. It's a brutal encounter, but the final outcome is only one winner, and you can still win if you're not on the ground and your opponent is breaking your ribs with sharp kicks.
Politics became a street fight years ago. It's time for the polite nature of gentle folks to end, unless they want to gasp for breath with broken ribs.
Followers
Some people follow my blog. You can find them on the right side of my page above my blog list.
Some have hundreds of followers; some few, but I feel I'm a blessed because those that follow my blog are unique. While not all have their own blog, most do and have something worthwhile to relate, when they post, or when they post in the comment,
I'm honored to have such followers and want all that follow to know how much I appreciate your time spent examining my writings.
Thank you.
Some have hundreds of followers; some few, but I feel I'm a blessed because those that follow my blog are unique. While not all have their own blog, most do and have something worthwhile to relate, when they post, or when they post in the comment,
I'm honored to have such followers and want all that follow to know how much I appreciate your time spent examining my writings.
Thank you.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Feinstein is a Pinhead
Sen Diane Feinstein released a report that was not for the general public. While she felt it was the right thing to do, it was her duty to not release what was classified. Still she did and the final result will probably not be good.
Personally, I consider her actions as those of a traitor. Occupying a Senate committee with access to classified materials placed her in a position where she, too, would be the subject of constant investigations. When she found out she was being covertly investigated, she allowed her anger at what she should have known would happen to override the oath she took as a member of the Senate intelligence committee, and used her authority to punish. Releasing classified information allows foreign enemies access to interrogation methods, can lead to retribution, and the ones that suffer will be those that were following orders, or those innocent of nothing but being United States soldiers or citizens.
Feinstein isn't alone with her actions. The Senate Intelligence committee members that voted to allow the release are culpable, also. All should be punished for their actions. They not only failed in performing their duties as committee members, they failed the United States and dishonored those that died defending the greatest nation on Earth.
Personally, I consider her actions as those of a traitor. Occupying a Senate committee with access to classified materials placed her in a position where she, too, would be the subject of constant investigations. When she found out she was being covertly investigated, she allowed her anger at what she should have known would happen to override the oath she took as a member of the Senate intelligence committee, and used her authority to punish. Releasing classified information allows foreign enemies access to interrogation methods, can lead to retribution, and the ones that suffer will be those that were following orders, or those innocent of nothing but being United States soldiers or citizens.
Feinstein isn't alone with her actions. The Senate Intelligence committee members that voted to allow the release are culpable, also. All should be punished for their actions. They not only failed in performing their duties as committee members, they failed the United States and dishonored those that died defending the greatest nation on Earth.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Tens of Millions Not Working
Tens of millions of people able to work are not working. That's bad; especially when you consider how many are not working that dropped out of the labor force and found a place on the public tit.
Meanwhile, there's a push by a minority of U.S. citizens to allow millions of illegal aliens to have a streamlined plan to citizenship...on the the taxpayer's dime, with borrowed money.
I'm tired of the insanity.
Meanwhile, there's a push by a minority of U.S. citizens to allow millions of illegal aliens to have a streamlined plan to citizenship...on the the taxpayer's dime, with borrowed money.
I'm tired of the insanity.
I Blame It All On the Judicial System
The Constitution, for some reason, doesn't have enough restrictions on those that practice law. Why? Either a gentleman's agreement had more bearing, or too many attorneys were involved with writing the Constitution.
We've reached a point where the number of laws, threats of legal actions, costs, and legislative horse crap stifle liberty. That needs to stop, but it will never happen with the attitude everything is solved by another piece of convoluted writing. Either the judicial part of our government cleans up its act, or they'll find the amount of lawlessness will lead to a larger lack of respect for the law, and the ultimate complete lack of respect for the law, where citizens revert to instant justice, without any qualms. At that point, those in the judicial branch of the government will find they're the preferred prey.
We've reached a point where the number of laws, threats of legal actions, costs, and legislative horse crap stifle liberty. That needs to stop, but it will never happen with the attitude everything is solved by another piece of convoluted writing. Either the judicial part of our government cleans up its act, or they'll find the amount of lawlessness will lead to a larger lack of respect for the law, and the ultimate complete lack of respect for the law, where citizens revert to instant justice, without any qualms. At that point, those in the judicial branch of the government will find they're the preferred prey.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Ignoring the Quiet Riot
The media is constantly bombarding us with videos of a few hundred people rioting in places where such things are more tolerated than most places in the country. They ignore the "quiet riot" by millions of taxpayers that protested the Federal Government by voting for what they hoped to be leaders for changes in the cesspool called Washington, the District of Columbia. They might want to pay more attention; if these taxpayers ever become really angry, they might not like the result.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
The Peril of Lawlessness
Every larger community has a section where not only is crime prevalent, the unwillingness of the citizens to help stop the crime is also prevalent. What's the result? An unwillingness of law enforcement to make any efforts to keep it to the minimum. Regular patrols are limited, since it's not uncommon to have police cars struck with objects, or fired upon. Even when a crime demands attention, with the knowledge the neighborhood can erupt into riot conditions, due to the ignorance of the citizens, the officers are prevented from doing their job, only want to do what's necessary, and soon leave to the relative safety of anywhere else.
It's best described as anarchy. It's accepted, even though peace and security are never to be found. The most violent, and feared, criminals control the politics, which changes with a few murders. Anyone that doesn't participate is certainly a victim, since they're now prey.
Nothing will ever change this section of society. It's existed since the beginning of time and will continue as long as humans are a species. What does change is the size of this community and harsh reactions to any efforts to wander into sections of society unwilling to accept anarchy.
From my vantage point, this thug society is venturing too far from their home territory. They may think it's a good time to expand this territory, but they don't realize the huge effort to become armed by citizens wasn't to go target practicing. The thugs will become the targets, and the orderly system of criminal justice will vindicate those that insure their own safety.
It's best described as anarchy. It's accepted, even though peace and security are never to be found. The most violent, and feared, criminals control the politics, which changes with a few murders. Anyone that doesn't participate is certainly a victim, since they're now prey.
Nothing will ever change this section of society. It's existed since the beginning of time and will continue as long as humans are a species. What does change is the size of this community and harsh reactions to any efforts to wander into sections of society unwilling to accept anarchy.
From my vantage point, this thug society is venturing too far from their home territory. They may think it's a good time to expand this territory, but they don't realize the huge effort to become armed by citizens wasn't to go target practicing. The thugs will become the targets, and the orderly system of criminal justice will vindicate those that insure their own safety.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Reasonable Expectations
When I was young, police officers were respected. I'm not naive and believe there weren't any corrupt officers back then. Most of them, just like today, were honest, decent people that took their job to heart and wanted to preserve the peace of a healthy society.
Today, due to the efforts of the media and special interest groups, there's an effort to portray law enforcement as a rogue group, with tyranny in mind. It tears at the fabric of our society and the intended perception is unfounded by facts.
The riots in Ferguson, New York City and various places around the country are not happening to express a grievance for the lack of a forum to express societal concerns; they're criminal mob events, with violence and unbridled criminal lust. The few involved with actual concerns are far outnumbered; they too become victims of assault and robbery, while showing their ignorance and unwillingness to examine facts.
It's a reasonable expectation to demand the crime of rioting is suppressed as soon as it starts. Mobs of people become out of control and revert to savagery. Any hope of political discourse disappears and people with good intentions become prey. Innocent business owners lose their life work and entire communities start the slow process of withering away.
Police officers are hired to stop such crimes and trained to protect not only the victims, but the criminals too. When they're hampered by errors in reporting facts, or an unwillingness of a few citizens to disperse, the anarchy that follows destroys what took generations to create. The sacred peace of a community disappears and the cancer of crime slowly destroys what remains after the rioting.
I blame media outlets for many of the problems. They portray rioters as credible citizens with a right to assemble for changing a supposed problem. The actual problem is a lack of civility and ignoring the basic laws that allow people to live without the fear of becoming a victim of crime. Rioters are criminals and the media that continues fanning the flames is culpable in the criminal acts. They have nothing to lose; ratings are what they seek; and they can leave without their own lives being affected. That's wrong; they should be held accountable by society and their own peers.
Today, due to the efforts of the media and special interest groups, there's an effort to portray law enforcement as a rogue group, with tyranny in mind. It tears at the fabric of our society and the intended perception is unfounded by facts.
The riots in Ferguson, New York City and various places around the country are not happening to express a grievance for the lack of a forum to express societal concerns; they're criminal mob events, with violence and unbridled criminal lust. The few involved with actual concerns are far outnumbered; they too become victims of assault and robbery, while showing their ignorance and unwillingness to examine facts.
It's a reasonable expectation to demand the crime of rioting is suppressed as soon as it starts. Mobs of people become out of control and revert to savagery. Any hope of political discourse disappears and people with good intentions become prey. Innocent business owners lose their life work and entire communities start the slow process of withering away.
Police officers are hired to stop such crimes and trained to protect not only the victims, but the criminals too. When they're hampered by errors in reporting facts, or an unwillingness of a few citizens to disperse, the anarchy that follows destroys what took generations to create. The sacred peace of a community disappears and the cancer of crime slowly destroys what remains after the rioting.
I blame media outlets for many of the problems. They portray rioters as credible citizens with a right to assemble for changing a supposed problem. The actual problem is a lack of civility and ignoring the basic laws that allow people to live without the fear of becoming a victim of crime. Rioters are criminals and the media that continues fanning the flames is culpable in the criminal acts. They have nothing to lose; ratings are what they seek; and they can leave without their own lives being affected. That's wrong; they should be held accountable by society and their own peers.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Well, That Poll Sucked
Between the formatting, which I couldn't change after a vote, and the participation, the poll about Republican leadership sucked.
That is all, we now return you to your regular internet browsing.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Polls
I added a poll section to the right. It's not scientific, since it's not performed by a major media outlet. Answer away. There will be a pop quiz at 2:00 am.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Race Relations and Media Hype
I'm betting the majority of the people in the U.S. have no problems with people of different races. If you go by the media, it's just the opposite; and the continuing portrayal of the supposed problem is causing harm.
What's the solution? Accurate reporting. If there is an actual incident of a racially motivated criminal act, report the incident; regardless of the race of the criminal. I think that would do more good than the one sided reporting we're now getting. Of all the people I know, regardless of their race, the sickening actions of a few of their race is not accepted. Most people are good, willing to work on real problems, and the media only increases problems by not doing their job of presenting all facts.
What's the solution? Accurate reporting. If there is an actual incident of a racially motivated criminal act, report the incident; regardless of the race of the criminal. I think that would do more good than the one sided reporting we're now getting. Of all the people I know, regardless of their race, the sickening actions of a few of their race is not accepted. Most people are good, willing to work on real problems, and the media only increases problems by not doing their job of presenting all facts.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Michael Brown Wasn't Unarmed
He wasn't. Between his size, weight, and strength, his ability to cause terrible injury, or death, to an individual were far beyond a person of average size. He was a dangerous man, high on marijuana, which is much more potent than in the "peace- love-dope" days, and on a violent, criminal rampage.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Ferguson Folly
The right of free speech is Constitutionally guaranteed, however what's happening in Ferguson isn't free speech; it's anarchy, with the seal of approval by government agencies that are causing problems. Rioting, destroying private property, and loitering are not free speech; they're criminal activities and if it requires clearing the streets of anyone causing problems, then that's what needs to be done.
Start with the media, since they're contributing to the problem. The story is over, they're only contributing to the congestion, which is ruining local business, and they can hire a local reporter to keep them up to date.
Demand groups representing special interest file for a parade permit, wait in line for the permit and politely ask them all to stop gathering on the streets, impeding local commerce and scaring the public. If they refuse, arrest them, bring them to the edge of town, and tell them their next stop is jail.
As far as locals, they know their boundaries. People like their peace, and I have the feeling only a few are involved. Those causing trouble will find they're unwelcome, will toe the line, or find their life has become miserable.
As far as federal government representatives, there's not reason for hundreds to be there. If there are people breaking federal crimes, arrest them and leave. Otherwise, leave it to local authorities, and citizens, to handle their problems.
Start with the media, since they're contributing to the problem. The story is over, they're only contributing to the congestion, which is ruining local business, and they can hire a local reporter to keep them up to date.
Demand groups representing special interest file for a parade permit, wait in line for the permit and politely ask them all to stop gathering on the streets, impeding local commerce and scaring the public. If they refuse, arrest them, bring them to the edge of town, and tell them their next stop is jail.
As far as locals, they know their boundaries. People like their peace, and I have the feeling only a few are involved. Those causing trouble will find they're unwelcome, will toe the line, or find their life has become miserable.
As far as federal government representatives, there's not reason for hundreds to be there. If there are people breaking federal crimes, arrest them and leave. Otherwise, leave it to local authorities, and citizens, to handle their problems.
Elton John - Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters (Live)
I might have posted this before; maybe not; I don't remember. It wasn't a top forty hit, but one of the best Elton John and Bernie Taupin ever wrote.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Family Stuff
My family has dwindled to just a few. My grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, some cousins and two brothers have passed on. That leaves very little, and the coherent bond is now shattered forever.
I don't know about those that visit. I have glimpses into their lives, but it's not the day to day stuff that gives an accurate assessment. For those that have family, the next few weeks are what brings families together, and gives the hope there will be someone to share the quiet moments of the holidays. It passes in a fleeting moment; and you don't know what you lost, until it's gone.
I don't know about those that visit. I have glimpses into their lives, but it's not the day to day stuff that gives an accurate assessment. For those that have family, the next few weeks are what brings families together, and gives the hope there will be someone to share the quiet moments of the holidays. It passes in a fleeting moment; and you don't know what you lost, until it's gone.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
I Call it Terrorism
The events after the grand jury announcement in Ferguson can only be described as terrorism. The people that live there, the business owners, and the decent people that live in surrounding communities were terrorized by organized groups that wanted to instill terror, destroy property, and harm anyone they felt deserved to be brutalized. There was no demand for reason, or a peaceful protest of the decision; there was only a brutal effort to cause mayhem and destroy the peace of those that once lived in a normal community.
Who's responsible? The media, supposed leaders such as Al Sharpton, Michael Brown's father, who called for burning the city down, and Barack Obama. They all could have called for the crowds to disperse, demanded an end to the violence, and accepted all the evidence that pointed to an out of control, violent thug assaulting a police officer that was killed before he could continue his rampage.
It's obvious the media is out of control. It's, also, obvious the President of the United States isn't willing to throw his political agenda aside. The likes of Sharpton need not explanation; they're bottom feeders on society. So, what's the solution? I don't know, but the continuing threat of violence towards peaceful citizens has led to a tremendous amount of gun sales. It's obvious people fear civil unrest, and don't trust their government to protect them, as defined in the Constitution. Future protesters may find they're unwelcome and considered a threat. Since they're in unfamiliar territory, and they're outnumbered, their ventures into terrorism may end in a manner they didn't expect.
Who's responsible? The media, supposed leaders such as Al Sharpton, Michael Brown's father, who called for burning the city down, and Barack Obama. They all could have called for the crowds to disperse, demanded an end to the violence, and accepted all the evidence that pointed to an out of control, violent thug assaulting a police officer that was killed before he could continue his rampage.
It's obvious the media is out of control. It's, also, obvious the President of the United States isn't willing to throw his political agenda aside. The likes of Sharpton need not explanation; they're bottom feeders on society. So, what's the solution? I don't know, but the continuing threat of violence towards peaceful citizens has led to a tremendous amount of gun sales. It's obvious people fear civil unrest, and don't trust their government to protect them, as defined in the Constitution. Future protesters may find they're unwelcome and considered a threat. Since they're in unfamiliar territory, and they're outnumbered, their ventures into terrorism may end in a manner they didn't expect.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Back From Galveston
I left Monday, started a small job, finished this afternoon, and I'm home again. I didn't bring my computer, so I couldn't comment about the stark raving mad pieces of crap protesters in Ferguson.
I've decided there's a small group of people in this country that wander from one protest, to another, mooching on the freebies provided by subversive political groups, and can only be described as derelicts. Too many are criminals or substance abusers. When they come to a city, the danger to citizens increases, municipal costs rise due to increased law enforcement, and only a tiny percentage of the people that live near the protest wish they were there.
What's the solution? Water cannons, tear gas, armed citizens, and a media that's willing to condemn their actions. They'd go away, if there weren't so many freebies, potential crime victims and a media that panders to those that have only anarchy on their mind.
I've decided there's a small group of people in this country that wander from one protest, to another, mooching on the freebies provided by subversive political groups, and can only be described as derelicts. Too many are criminals or substance abusers. When they come to a city, the danger to citizens increases, municipal costs rise due to increased law enforcement, and only a tiny percentage of the people that live near the protest wish they were there.
What's the solution? Water cannons, tear gas, armed citizens, and a media that's willing to condemn their actions. They'd go away, if there weren't so many freebies, potential crime victims and a media that panders to those that have only anarchy on their mind.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Decency and Honor
The news has been revealing the last few days. From Obama's obvious lack of character, the revelations pertaining to Bill Cosby, and the civil unrest in Ferguson, the undercurrent of a lack of decency is apparent. It's not good to see this; most people don't accept such things, and it's a failure of the media to not portray these things as undesirable. Sensationalizing bad behavior is itself bad behavior.
I pick through the stories, and find things that give me optimism. The finding of lost Lerner emails is one. To me, that indicates there are some that realize the majority of the people in the U.S. are unhappy with the government and will demand accountability. With the change in Congress, it's apparent the handwriting is on the wall. Those involved with the subterfuge can't hide forever, and those under their management will not be willing to face criminal charges for involvement.
I may be wrong, but from my vantage point, most people are decent. They understand the implications of accepting a lack of honor, and how it leads to a corrupt society. They don't want that, because they know how the lack of either can damage simple relationships and families. Expanding that understanding to government isn't a huge leap.
Time will tell how this turns out, but I have the feeling the pendulum has started a swing in the other direction. The pendulum swings both ways, and it never swings lightly.
I pick through the stories, and find things that give me optimism. The finding of lost Lerner emails is one. To me, that indicates there are some that realize the majority of the people in the U.S. are unhappy with the government and will demand accountability. With the change in Congress, it's apparent the handwriting is on the wall. Those involved with the subterfuge can't hide forever, and those under their management will not be willing to face criminal charges for involvement.
I may be wrong, but from my vantage point, most people are decent. They understand the implications of accepting a lack of honor, and how it leads to a corrupt society. They don't want that, because they know how the lack of either can damage simple relationships and families. Expanding that understanding to government isn't a huge leap.
Time will tell how this turns out, but I have the feeling the pendulum has started a swing in the other direction. The pendulum swings both ways, and it never swings lightly.
Friday, November 21, 2014
After the Speech
Well, Obama gave the illegals amnesty, except he didn't. He just told them he'll turn his head and they can all sign up on a government website.
Of course, this is fantastic news to those illegally staying in the United States....or not. What happens if enough officials take their oath to follow the law to heart, and they arrest those that happen to fall for the ruse? Will they be welcomed with open arms? I doubt it.
Most U.S. citizens are tired of this bullshit. Illegals are breaking our laws and that's as simple as it gets. If there was a real effort to get them to leave, it could be accomplished with one federal law making it a crime to rent, lease, or offer shelter to anyone that can't provide documentation of being in the United States legally. Make it a felony crime, give the illegals one month head start, and I'm betting the majority will be gone within that time frame.
Of course, there will be those that refuse; they might even gather to protest. That would make it easier to round them up, and bring them to the border. I'm willing to pay for the deportation transportation. Of course, it might dig into the President's lavish travelling budget, but that's just how the cookie crumbles....one only, and low calorie...that's so Michelle doesn't have to worry about calories.
Of course, this is fantastic news to those illegally staying in the United States....or not. What happens if enough officials take their oath to follow the law to heart, and they arrest those that happen to fall for the ruse? Will they be welcomed with open arms? I doubt it.
Most U.S. citizens are tired of this bullshit. Illegals are breaking our laws and that's as simple as it gets. If there was a real effort to get them to leave, it could be accomplished with one federal law making it a crime to rent, lease, or offer shelter to anyone that can't provide documentation of being in the United States legally. Make it a felony crime, give the illegals one month head start, and I'm betting the majority will be gone within that time frame.
Of course, there will be those that refuse; they might even gather to protest. That would make it easier to round them up, and bring them to the border. I'm willing to pay for the deportation transportation. Of course, it might dig into the President's lavish travelling budget, but that's just how the cookie crumbles....one only, and low calorie...that's so Michelle doesn't have to worry about calories.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Watching to See What Happens
From what I'm seeing with the President's address hype/preview, he will announce he won't enforce existing laws. While he might get away with that, since the media still fawns on their dear leader, what about those working in the government that also swore to uphold laws and the Constitution? Will there be enough to say "No, I'm not going to break the law."? I doubt it, but for those that stand up, there will be a time your effort is vindicated.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Scrambling To Hide The Truth
It's almost comical to watch much of the media doing everything they can to hide the fact the President is a liar. It must be tough for some, when they realize all the things they probably tried to relate to their family, or hoped to find in their legacy, are bullshit, when anyone figures out what a sorry path they followed.
Personally, I hope they look in the mirror and are filled with a shame they find so unbearable, they turn to alcohol and spend the remainder of their lives passed out in an alley.
Personally, I hope they look in the mirror and are filled with a shame they find so unbearable, they turn to alcohol and spend the remainder of their lives passed out in an alley.
Monday, November 17, 2014
False Patriotism
I usually don't like pointing out faults, since we all have them, and we all can learn from the mistakes of others, but I'm tired of false patriots that refuse to turn the channel on their televisions, cancel the subscription to local papers and refuse to do business with those that they know subscribe to the progressive agenda aka today's Democratic Party. Feeding the beast will not weaken it.
The media is one of the biggest reasons the United States is where most of the citizens are not represented by those they send to Washington to take care of the business of government. Starving those outlets that contribute to the subterfuge and refuse to report the facts is the only current peaceful way to change the direction of the United States. Politicians failed miserably at this process, bureaucrats have no concern for those they bleed, and even the highest court of the United States has members unwilling to follow the mandates required by the Constitution.
Things won't change, until people change. Expecting those that failed to protect the United States to suddenly be effective, and ethical, is madness.
The media is one of the biggest reasons the United States is where most of the citizens are not represented by those they send to Washington to take care of the business of government. Starving those outlets that contribute to the subterfuge and refuse to report the facts is the only current peaceful way to change the direction of the United States. Politicians failed miserably at this process, bureaucrats have no concern for those they bleed, and even the highest court of the United States has members unwilling to follow the mandates required by the Constitution.
Things won't change, until people change. Expecting those that failed to protect the United States to suddenly be effective, and ethical, is madness.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
It's a Crying Shame
There are many dark things that occupy our society. They overwhelm, destroy, subjugate and cause harm to those that only wish for peace and liberty. It's a crying shame we've accepted such things, and our government is full of those that would rather acquire power, than accept the will of those that allow them to exist.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Grubering the Taxpayer
Jonathan Gruber was instrumental in the language of the Affordable Care Act. Called the "architect" of the act, recent videos of Gruber show him talking of the deceit used in the language for the bill, To add this disrespect for U.S. taxpayers, he goes on to explain the reason for the obfuscation was to take advantage of the stupidity of citizens.
I really don't think he realizes the ramifications of his stupidity in talking publicly about his deliberate effort to mislead for his personal gain. If it was a stock, or even a soft drink, the recourse could lead to civil suits, or even criminal charges.
Over the next few weeks, as the media finally realizes they can't keep this hidden, the anger will build. Gruber will be the focus of Congressional investigations, taxpayers will demand answers, and even M.I.T. will find they have a legal responsibility, since they pay Gruber a salary to teach his brand of economics, which obviously are not what people would call ethical.
Personally, I think Gruber should be run out of town on a rail; after they find out if he was directed by anyone in the Federal government to deliberately distort the language of the law. Also, I think M.I.T. should be held legally responsible, if they allow Gruber to remain. He's a criminal, in my opinion, and if M.I.T. allows him to stay, they're culpable with his criminal actions.
I really don't think he realizes the ramifications of his stupidity in talking publicly about his deliberate effort to mislead for his personal gain. If it was a stock, or even a soft drink, the recourse could lead to civil suits, or even criminal charges.
Over the next few weeks, as the media finally realizes they can't keep this hidden, the anger will build. Gruber will be the focus of Congressional investigations, taxpayers will demand answers, and even M.I.T. will find they have a legal responsibility, since they pay Gruber a salary to teach his brand of economics, which obviously are not what people would call ethical.
Personally, I think Gruber should be run out of town on a rail; after they find out if he was directed by anyone in the Federal government to deliberately distort the language of the law. Also, I think M.I.T. should be held legally responsible, if they allow Gruber to remain. He's a criminal, in my opinion, and if M.I.T. allows him to stay, they're culpable with his criminal actions.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Experiment
I started another blog. It's called Scratching for Change. Why? For posting fiction and the hope I can commercialize it and make some spare change.
I have some problems, which one is discussed in a post. Another problem will be keeping the commercial blog from this blog. I don't want both to be Adsense blogs, so I'll do some research on whether that's feasible. If not, I'll try something else.
So, I have stories I've posted here to place there, and new stories in my mind. I'm also still working on my novel, but chapter 17 has become as tedious as chapter 10.
Who knows, I might decide it was a bad idea and get rid of it. Time will tell.
I have some problems, which one is discussed in a post. Another problem will be keeping the commercial blog from this blog. I don't want both to be Adsense blogs, so I'll do some research on whether that's feasible. If not, I'll try something else.
So, I have stories I've posted here to place there, and new stories in my mind. I'm also still working on my novel, but chapter 17 has become as tedious as chapter 10.
Who knows, I might decide it was a bad idea and get rid of it. Time will tell.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Memory of the Flu
When I was much younger - around 25 - I caught the flu. I'd never experienced the illness as an adult, and it was a sobering experience.
I was at work one morning, when I started to have a mild headache. As the day progressed, the headache became worse. What started as a mild annoyance, turned into a distracting pounding that made the fatigue of working all day in cold weather much worse.
When I arrived home, the chills started. I was uncomfortably cold one minute, and within a few more minutes, I was burning up with fever.
As the evening progressed, the fever became worse. I tried to watch some television, but I can only describe the experience as like being delirious. I couldn't concentrate; the headache and fever were now accentuated with muscles aches.
I went to bed, after taking some cold medicine, and awoke during the night feeling worse. That's when the fear started. I had no memory of feeling as bad as I did before going to bed; feeling worse was more than just an unpleasant thought. Thoughts were jumbled, the aches were worse, and the congestion had started. I fell asleep again.
I woke in the early hours of morning, drenched with sweat; even my bed sheets were wet. The worse of the headache was gone, but the congestion was worse and my throat burned just from breathing. Added to the symptoms were diarrhea and nausea.
I ended up staying off work for two days. The first day was miserable, and the second wasn't much better. I needed the hours, so I went back to work on the third day; still sick, but not so much I couldn't manage with my sinuses running, a cough that sounded like my lungs were coming up, and a sore throat that made swallowing food an unpleasant task.
It took a week for the sore throat to end, and I coughed up phlegm for weeks.
So, if you haven't gone for a flu shot, you might think about doing so. Influenza kicked my young, healthy ass to the curb, and gave me a fear of a deadly illness.
I was at work one morning, when I started to have a mild headache. As the day progressed, the headache became worse. What started as a mild annoyance, turned into a distracting pounding that made the fatigue of working all day in cold weather much worse.
When I arrived home, the chills started. I was uncomfortably cold one minute, and within a few more minutes, I was burning up with fever.
As the evening progressed, the fever became worse. I tried to watch some television, but I can only describe the experience as like being delirious. I couldn't concentrate; the headache and fever were now accentuated with muscles aches.
I went to bed, after taking some cold medicine, and awoke during the night feeling worse. That's when the fear started. I had no memory of feeling as bad as I did before going to bed; feeling worse was more than just an unpleasant thought. Thoughts were jumbled, the aches were worse, and the congestion had started. I fell asleep again.
I woke in the early hours of morning, drenched with sweat; even my bed sheets were wet. The worse of the headache was gone, but the congestion was worse and my throat burned just from breathing. Added to the symptoms were diarrhea and nausea.
I ended up staying off work for two days. The first day was miserable, and the second wasn't much better. I needed the hours, so I went back to work on the third day; still sick, but not so much I couldn't manage with my sinuses running, a cough that sounded like my lungs were coming up, and a sore throat that made swallowing food an unpleasant task.
It took a week for the sore throat to end, and I coughed up phlegm for weeks.
So, if you haven't gone for a flu shot, you might think about doing so. Influenza kicked my young, healthy ass to the curb, and gave me a fear of a deadly illness.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Veterans
Three members of my family were veterans. Due to fate, they all died either from an illness, or tragically.
So, I'm guessing some of you might be thinking where this is going. It doesn't go much further, since the only thing I want to write about is that every veteran has, or had, a family. Someone loves, or loved them, and spent anxious moments waiting for them to return home, or grieved when they died. They traded low pay, crappy conditions, the loss of freedom, and most did so willingly. Even those drafted served honorably as a whole.
Never forget every veteran is changed by their service. Some of the changes are good, but many are not. All changes were for something too many ignore, or understand, which is liberty. Liberty is never arrived at by chance. It only happens when some members of society actively participate in preventing the evils of tyranny from becoming strong. Those people are our veterans. Honor them; they deserve much more than we give.
So, I'm guessing some of you might be thinking where this is going. It doesn't go much further, since the only thing I want to write about is that every veteran has, or had, a family. Someone loves, or loved them, and spent anxious moments waiting for them to return home, or grieved when they died. They traded low pay, crappy conditions, the loss of freedom, and most did so willingly. Even those drafted served honorably as a whole.
Never forget every veteran is changed by their service. Some of the changes are good, but many are not. All changes were for something too many ignore, or understand, which is liberty. Liberty is never arrived at by chance. It only happens when some members of society actively participate in preventing the evils of tyranny from becoming strong. Those people are our veterans. Honor them; they deserve much more than we give.
Monday, November 10, 2014
The Phenomenon of Bureaucracy
Bureaucracy has an interesting effect on people. Over time, their intestines create a vacuum, which eventually pulls their head into their anal orifice. In spite of the lack of input, impacted waste, and total loss of productivity, the bureaucrat remains alive, and continues to draw a paycheck.
There really should be a telethon for this horrible condition. Unfortunately, I have the feeling most people don't really want to help bureaucrats, and wish they'd just continue the path created by the vacuum; and eventually disappear.
There really should be a telethon for this horrible condition. Unfortunately, I have the feeling most people don't really want to help bureaucrats, and wish they'd just continue the path created by the vacuum; and eventually disappear.
Cold Weather on the Way
A blast of arctic air is on the way. It's early in the season, but the conditions are right for the cold air to push far enough south to clear the Gulf Coast.
Winter cold is reinforced by early cold air masses, and even if the rest of Winter is relatively mild, the rest of the season will reflect the early cold.
For those in the colder parts of the United States, it might be another season of misery. I hope not, but it's not looking good at this time.
Winter cold is reinforced by early cold air masses, and even if the rest of Winter is relatively mild, the rest of the season will reflect the early cold.
For those in the colder parts of the United States, it might be another season of misery. I hope not, but it's not looking good at this time.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
A Day of Virga
Most have seen virga, but most just have no idea what they observe.
Today, due to weather conditions, the radar was full of precipitation, but no rain was found at the ground.
I was driving, and a few drops of rain hit my windshield. To the North, long streamers of virga hung from the clouds, never reaching the ground, and it was obvious the same streamers were overhead; except a few drops of rain lasted to strike my windshield.
It's not a rare occurrence, but it's remarkable, when observed.
Today, due to weather conditions, the radar was full of precipitation, but no rain was found at the ground.
I was driving, and a few drops of rain hit my windshield. To the North, long streamers of virga hung from the clouds, never reaching the ground, and it was obvious the same streamers were overhead; except a few drops of rain lasted to strike my windshield.
It's not a rare occurrence, but it's remarkable, when observed.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Apple Fritters Last All Day
I stopped to get a cup of coffee this morning around 8:30. I was hungry, so I had an apple fritter with the coffee. It was good; and it was treat I seldom enjoy....for a reason.
I was driving home at 5:00 pm, took a swig of water, and belched apple fritter. I don't know what brand of industrial strength shortening they used to fry the fritter, but it must be good stuff....or not. With that lasting power, I need to get a few thousand of 'em and build a deck.
I was driving home at 5:00 pm, took a swig of water, and belched apple fritter. I don't know what brand of industrial strength shortening they used to fry the fritter, but it must be good stuff....or not. With that lasting power, I need to get a few thousand of 'em and build a deck.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Well, I Suppose I Should Comment About the Election
A huge shift in party alliance shows the fickle nature of U.S. citizens. That, and the ignorance. Neither party has made any strong effort as a party to follow the Constitution and accept fiscal responsibility.
Time will tell how this turns out, but I have little faith in anyone that supposedly represents me, or allows the rot in Washington to continue. If they did, a few thousand people would be walking down the highway, covered in tar, picking at feathers, and wondering if they should expect more of the same when they continued on their journey of shame.
Time will tell how this turns out, but I have little faith in anyone that supposedly represents me, or allows the rot in Washington to continue. If they did, a few thousand people would be walking down the highway, covered in tar, picking at feathers, and wondering if they should expect more of the same when they continued on their journey of shame.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Weather, Aches, Pain and Whatever
Weather affects me; especially in the colder months. Old aches and pains return, I find the less amount of light makes me sleepy really early, and I find myself in a type of stupor that demands rest.
Some might think I'm full of crap, but with the approach of wet, and colder weather, I can feel the change. The best solution is a light amount of alcohol, a nourishing bowl of soup, a hot bath, and a good night of slumber.
After the soak, the heat goes to the bone, and the covers of my bed are like a cocoon. I'll sleep well and awake full of energy.
Some might think I'm full of crap, but with the approach of wet, and colder weather, I can feel the change. The best solution is a light amount of alcohol, a nourishing bowl of soup, a hot bath, and a good night of slumber.
After the soak, the heat goes to the bone, and the covers of my bed are like a cocoon. I'll sleep well and awake full of energy.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Musings About Tomorrow's Election
After tomorrow, most of the radio and television ads should end. Of course, if there's a runoff, the mud will turn to feces and the non-human primates we call political advisers will be flinging poop two handfuls at a time.
Meanwhile, if the predictions ofpolitical whores pollsters is correct, there is the possibility the Senate will be controlled by Republicans, which will be better than the Harry Reid controlled Senate; but considering the wussy attitude, strong dislike of conservatives by the entrenched politicians, and the lack of intestinal fortitude by the supposed champions of liberty, it's looking more like they'll gnash their teeth, offer platitudes, and cower in the corners of Washington.
Things won't change in the nation's capitol, until the industry of politics is brought to its knees, banished from doing business, and those that are willing to sacrifice honor for wealth, and power, are punished for their transgressions against the liberty of those that pay their salaries.
Me? I'm tired of the obvious disrespect for those that earn the money they take, waste, and foolishly use to buy votes. Much of the hard-earned money they skim from the top was made in brutal conditions; with blood, sweat, and sometimes tears, to be washed from my weary body at the end of a hard day of labor. I've worked with flu, bent over from back spasms, limping from a sprained ankle, so weary thinking was compromised, and went home knowing the next day would bring more misery. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but I chose the life I've lead, and frivolously thinking their actions are ignored is folly on their part. I produced, while others rode. That's not right, and it can't last forever.
I'm one of many that turn the nuts and bolts that keep this nation together; and I'm not alone in my anger. Things change, the pendulum swings both ways, and the pendulum never swings lightly.
Meanwhile, if the predictions of
Things won't change in the nation's capitol, until the industry of politics is brought to its knees, banished from doing business, and those that are willing to sacrifice honor for wealth, and power, are punished for their transgressions against the liberty of those that pay their salaries.
Me? I'm tired of the obvious disrespect for those that earn the money they take, waste, and foolishly use to buy votes. Much of the hard-earned money they skim from the top was made in brutal conditions; with blood, sweat, and sometimes tears, to be washed from my weary body at the end of a hard day of labor. I've worked with flu, bent over from back spasms, limping from a sprained ankle, so weary thinking was compromised, and went home knowing the next day would bring more misery. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but I chose the life I've lead, and frivolously thinking their actions are ignored is folly on their part. I produced, while others rode. That's not right, and it can't last forever.
I'm one of many that turn the nuts and bolts that keep this nation together; and I'm not alone in my anger. Things change, the pendulum swings both ways, and the pendulum never swings lightly.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Something I Noticed While Voting
I voted early. I had the time on Thursday evening, slipped away from work a little early, and went to cast my ballot.
What I really liked was being asked for identification. That's the law in Texas, and mail in ballots are limited to certain people. I even told the election workers I wished they had a bottle of ink, and everyone should be required to dip their finger after voting. They smiled, and didn't say a word. I have the feeling they walk on eggshells, due to rules.
One thing I noticed, and it pissed me off, was the "Spanish" option on the screen. That sucks. If you can't read English, you don't need to vote. That should be removed, and anyone asking for such a thing should be escorted from the voting site.
"Oh!. That's racist!"
"Nope. That's common sense."
What I really liked was being asked for identification. That's the law in Texas, and mail in ballots are limited to certain people. I even told the election workers I wished they had a bottle of ink, and everyone should be required to dip their finger after voting. They smiled, and didn't say a word. I have the feeling they walk on eggshells, due to rules.
One thing I noticed, and it pissed me off, was the "Spanish" option on the screen. That sucks. If you can't read English, you don't need to vote. That should be removed, and anyone asking for such a thing should be escorted from the voting site.
"Oh!. That's racist!"
"Nope. That's common sense."
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Circadian Madness
They steal an hour from me every Spring. They call it "Daylight Savings Time"; I call it bullshit.
In my line of work, the light of the day determines the working hours, so the crap about saving energy means nothing. Tools are loaded, equipment is prepared in darkness, but the starting time doesn't change; it starts earlier, if they stole an hour from you.
So, tomorrow I get it back. I'll get an extra hour of sleep, and I'll continue to despise those that are willing to make others suffer, so they can watch their kids play soccer in the evening. Daylight Savings is crap, those that think it's a good idea are full of crap, and only the likes of Jimmy Carter can find anything useful about changing the clocks, instead of changing the time of awakening.
In my line of work, the light of the day determines the working hours, so the crap about saving energy means nothing. Tools are loaded, equipment is prepared in darkness, but the starting time doesn't change; it starts earlier, if they stole an hour from you.
So, tomorrow I get it back. I'll get an extra hour of sleep, and I'll continue to despise those that are willing to make others suffer, so they can watch their kids play soccer in the evening. Daylight Savings is crap, those that think it's a good idea are full of crap, and only the likes of Jimmy Carter can find anything useful about changing the clocks, instead of changing the time of awakening.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Tomorrow...
...I will be hoarse. I spent the day teaching three bricks how to run a hot poured rubber joint sealing kettle, and to seal cracks in asphalt paving.
Like water soaking into a rock, the information will penetrate only to a shallow depth, and my inspiring diatribes will bounce around the earth; growing fainter and eventually only being an echo of a physically tiring day.
Like water soaking into a rock, the information will penetrate only to a shallow depth, and my inspiring diatribes will bounce around the earth; growing fainter and eventually only being an echo of a physically tiring day.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Calibration Hocus Pocus
There's been more than one report of electronic voting machines casting ballots in error. Observant voters caught the error, but there's not any way of knowing how many didn't.
What is a calibration error with an electronic voting machine? Somebody screwed up the computer code, whether intentionally, or by accident. I'd say both are responsible, but lean more to the intentional reason for most incidents. There is no "calibration". That's a word that is misused in this application.
Since voting machines are used by locals for entering candidate names, or ballot initiatives, the opportunity is there for fraud, and the data can easily be manipulated after an election.
The solution? No electronic voting. Paper ballots, voters get their finger dipped in indelible ink, and anyone caught intentionally trying to subvert votes is shot on sight. I have a feeling elections after this method is implemented would show a different view of the nation.
What is a calibration error with an electronic voting machine? Somebody screwed up the computer code, whether intentionally, or by accident. I'd say both are responsible, but lean more to the intentional reason for most incidents. There is no "calibration". That's a word that is misused in this application.
Since voting machines are used by locals for entering candidate names, or ballot initiatives, the opportunity is there for fraud, and the data can easily be manipulated after an election.
The solution? No electronic voting. Paper ballots, voters get their finger dipped in indelible ink, and anyone caught intentionally trying to subvert votes is shot on sight. I have a feeling elections after this method is implemented would show a different view of the nation.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Analyze This
I wrote about my new cell phone the other day. Yesterday, an automatic survey called and asked me to take a survey. Being the nice guy I can be, I took it.
The first question was whether I thought the customer representatives did a good job. Using the options of entering a number between one and ten, with ten being most satisfied, I entered 10.
The next question was about my opinion of the cell company, with the same method of entering my opinion. I punched in a zero. I can't stand the company for what they did to my wife years ago. They screwed up a bill, wouldn't back down, so she told them to go suck eggs. She refused to pay thousands of dollars over what was usually a bill of a little over one hundred dollars.
After entering the zero, the computer generated babble creator wanted me to leave a message with my name and a reason I felt they deserved a zero. I hung up the phone. I don't give a crap about surveys and really didn't think they want to know my reason.
Today, I received a call from a strange area code. Due to past experiences with telemarketers, I let it ring; if it was important, they could leave a voice mail....they did.
A woman, with a name, was concerned about my reason for punching in a zero in their survey. I didn't even allow the voice mail to complete before I deleted it.
So what's the deal? My impression is they've finally realized they're losing revenue, and trying to find out why people think they're a huge cluster of puke shit ass wipes. It serves them right. If only a few percent of customers were screwed like my wife was, millions of dollars were at stake, and they didn't care to examine their crummy way of doing business and rectify the problems.
The first question was whether I thought the customer representatives did a good job. Using the options of entering a number between one and ten, with ten being most satisfied, I entered 10.
The next question was about my opinion of the cell company, with the same method of entering my opinion. I punched in a zero. I can't stand the company for what they did to my wife years ago. They screwed up a bill, wouldn't back down, so she told them to go suck eggs. She refused to pay thousands of dollars over what was usually a bill of a little over one hundred dollars.
After entering the zero, the computer generated babble creator wanted me to leave a message with my name and a reason I felt they deserved a zero. I hung up the phone. I don't give a crap about surveys and really didn't think they want to know my reason.
Today, I received a call from a strange area code. Due to past experiences with telemarketers, I let it ring; if it was important, they could leave a voice mail....they did.
A woman, with a name, was concerned about my reason for punching in a zero in their survey. I didn't even allow the voice mail to complete before I deleted it.
So what's the deal? My impression is they've finally realized they're losing revenue, and trying to find out why people think they're a huge cluster of puke shit ass wipes. It serves them right. If only a few percent of customers were screwed like my wife was, millions of dollars were at stake, and they didn't care to examine their crummy way of doing business and rectify the problems.
Monday, October 27, 2014
It's Official - I'm The Old Fart
Every industry has them: the old fart. I never thought I'd find myself in that position, but I can't deny facts.
As I was driving along, summarizing a comedy of errors, and thinking of how too many involved were what I consider woefully prepared for their position, I realized I was one of the old farts of the local construction industry. Out of thousands of workers, there are only a few like me; somewhere around 40 years experience, tired of the bullshit, and not as willing to pull miracles out of their asses each day to cover the inexperience of others.
So, I accept my position and growing apathy. I don't want an award, or anything else. What I want is a big bosom secretary, in a short skirt, to ride along with me all day and keep my coffee cup full.
Sexist? Damn straight. Being an old fart entitles me to be a dirty old man.
As I was driving along, summarizing a comedy of errors, and thinking of how too many involved were what I consider woefully prepared for their position, I realized I was one of the old farts of the local construction industry. Out of thousands of workers, there are only a few like me; somewhere around 40 years experience, tired of the bullshit, and not as willing to pull miracles out of their asses each day to cover the inexperience of others.
So, I accept my position and growing apathy. I don't want an award, or anything else. What I want is a big bosom secretary, in a short skirt, to ride along with me all day and keep my coffee cup full.
Sexist? Damn straight. Being an old fart entitles me to be a dirty old man.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Some Things Make Me Wonder
I was shopping for some miscellaneous items and things for my lunch. I'd waited until late, since it was such a beautiful day; and I determined grocery shoppers would have completed their business so they could enjoy the last of a day with an azure sky, high temperatures in the mid seventies, and a feel to the air that can only be described as wonderful.
When I finished, I looked at the checkout aisles, saw all had at least one person, and settled on one with one customer. There were two clerks helping the customer count a pile of change. Normally, I would have gone on to another aisle, but the situation was too unique to pass up, and I knew I could find something to write about, if I spent some time just observing.
The customer was buying a large pumpkin. Considering her size, it was a task to carry it. I'd say she was about eight years old. Her curly, dark blonde hair was unkempt; probably from the wind, or just needed brushing. She was wearing leopard skin capri stretch pants and a dark blue peasant blouse. Her horn rimmed glasses were almost too big for her face.
She turned every once in awhile to look behind; not to see who I was; it was more of a glance by someone looking for someone else. She returned my smile, when she finally looked at me, and quickly returned to watching the clerks delve through the piles of dime, nickles and pennies.
The eventually had enough change. One clerk completed the sale, and the other helped the young lady push the remaining change back into the zippered purse she had hung around her neck. When finished, she carefully spent some time making sure the zipper was completely closed, grabbed her pumpkin, and was gone.
The clerk gave me an apologetic look, so I commented: "You have to admire her for having the confidence to buy the pumpkin by herself." She smiled, told me how much I owed them for the small amount of groceries, and I was soon headed for my truck.
I looked around the parking lot, but the girl was gone. Whether she climbed into a waiting car, or disappeared into the local neighborhood, I'll never know. I do know such things make me wonder: Where were her parents? Were they outside waiting? If not, did they know their daughter was spending her money on a pumpkin? Does she even have a parent?
A girl that age alone is an oddity today. Considering how she was dressed, with the colors not really matching, and the need of a trim for her unkempt hair, I'd wager she spends a lot of time on her own; wading through her youth with too many responsibilities she doesn't quite understand. Still, I admire her tenaciousness and ability to function with what she has. Hopefully, her experiences will lead to success; and she'll have the opportunity to laugh about her purchase of a pumpkin; way back in 2014. If not, and this is the only record of a unique experience on a beautiful Autumn afternoon, may it be enough. She deserves that much at least.
When I finished, I looked at the checkout aisles, saw all had at least one person, and settled on one with one customer. There were two clerks helping the customer count a pile of change. Normally, I would have gone on to another aisle, but the situation was too unique to pass up, and I knew I could find something to write about, if I spent some time just observing.
The customer was buying a large pumpkin. Considering her size, it was a task to carry it. I'd say she was about eight years old. Her curly, dark blonde hair was unkempt; probably from the wind, or just needed brushing. She was wearing leopard skin capri stretch pants and a dark blue peasant blouse. Her horn rimmed glasses were almost too big for her face.
She turned every once in awhile to look behind; not to see who I was; it was more of a glance by someone looking for someone else. She returned my smile, when she finally looked at me, and quickly returned to watching the clerks delve through the piles of dime, nickles and pennies.
The eventually had enough change. One clerk completed the sale, and the other helped the young lady push the remaining change back into the zippered purse she had hung around her neck. When finished, she carefully spent some time making sure the zipper was completely closed, grabbed her pumpkin, and was gone.
The clerk gave me an apologetic look, so I commented: "You have to admire her for having the confidence to buy the pumpkin by herself." She smiled, told me how much I owed them for the small amount of groceries, and I was soon headed for my truck.
I looked around the parking lot, but the girl was gone. Whether she climbed into a waiting car, or disappeared into the local neighborhood, I'll never know. I do know such things make me wonder: Where were her parents? Were they outside waiting? If not, did they know their daughter was spending her money on a pumpkin? Does she even have a parent?
A girl that age alone is an oddity today. Considering how she was dressed, with the colors not really matching, and the need of a trim for her unkempt hair, I'd wager she spends a lot of time on her own; wading through her youth with too many responsibilities she doesn't quite understand. Still, I admire her tenaciousness and ability to function with what she has. Hopefully, her experiences will lead to success; and she'll have the opportunity to laugh about her purchase of a pumpkin; way back in 2014. If not, and this is the only record of a unique experience on a beautiful Autumn afternoon, may it be enough. She deserves that much at least.
Safety First...Or Not
I was driving down a local highway this morning, which has a rail crossing. The crossing will probably be replaced with an overpass one day; but for now, it's one of those things that are dangerous. (I had a friend that hit a train broadside years ago at the crossing. He was too tired, not paying attention, and his life ended late that night.)
There were police cars redirecting traffic, since there was a train blocking the crossing. The fog had mostly lifted, so I could see them from a long distance.
I slowed down, stopped and asked a police officer if the train derailed, or something was leaking. Either was a possibility; the cars were loaded with crude.
What was the problem? The crew became lost, ran out of the mandated time they could run the train, and they shut it down where it sat. The police officers were keeping traffic moving, until the relief crew arrived.
Now, I can understand rail safety. Tired crews can become dangerous, but somebody will have to explain how it's safe for a train to be parked in the middle of a busy highway to prevent a tired crew from continuing to run the train. Couldn't they call someone and explain the situation? How about common sense?
I'm guessing the penalty for going over the allotted time is death, or worse: getting fired. I don't know, but the penalty for ignorance should be worse.....dumbasses!
There were police cars redirecting traffic, since there was a train blocking the crossing. The fog had mostly lifted, so I could see them from a long distance.
I slowed down, stopped and asked a police officer if the train derailed, or something was leaking. Either was a possibility; the cars were loaded with crude.
What was the problem? The crew became lost, ran out of the mandated time they could run the train, and they shut it down where it sat. The police officers were keeping traffic moving, until the relief crew arrived.
Now, I can understand rail safety. Tired crews can become dangerous, but somebody will have to explain how it's safe for a train to be parked in the middle of a busy highway to prevent a tired crew from continuing to run the train. Couldn't they call someone and explain the situation? How about common sense?
I'm guessing the penalty for going over the allotted time is death, or worse: getting fired. I don't know, but the penalty for ignorance should be worse.....dumbasses!
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Saltines and the Periodic Table of Elements
Don't let the title confuse you. It will all make sense, when you reach the end.
Honda makes a car/mini-van/something or the other called the "Element". It looks better than it originally looked, but it still looks like a saltine cracker box, with a clear coat, wheels and some pin stripping. It's popular, because I see many of them around.
I've thought about the name "Element", and wondered what element the designers had in mind.
I don't think it was hydrogen. Hydrogen is light, has the potential for great amounts of power, and is number 1 on the table. While I'm sure the designers like to think of their product as number 1, a quick survey wouldn't find the same reaction with car enthusiasts, when given "Element" in a list of favorites, which includes Jaguar, Mercedes and Royals Royce.
Helium? Nah; that's an inert gas; and inert isn't what anyone wants as a description of their car.
Copper might be the element, but I kinda doubt that. It tarnishes and is thought of as what pennies are made of, which they aren't any longer. Pennies are made of zinc, which is cheaper than the amount of copper required for a penny, which is more than a penny of copper. I know that makes little sense, but this is my post and I can wander from subject, to subject, at will.
Gold comes to mind, but gold is heavier than lead, expensive and thought of as an investment. I know some might think "That's exactly what they were thinking. An Element is like gold; a long term investment." I doubt that. It's not a long term investment and pretty silly to expect anyone with a little sense to think otherwise.
Plutonium is radioactive, used in bombs and not a good selling point for an automobile.
There are 109 elements on the periodic table of elements. That's a bunch, and I could write that many chapters about each to expound on why I don't think it's a good choice for an element to use in reference to a saltine cracker box with wheels. That's why I'm thinking the name came from someone hung over, without a clue of what they were doing, panicking because they spent the weekend partying, instead of working on their sale pitch, and they had a moment of inspiration, while their boss eyeballed them like a heron standing over a frog. They probably received a bonus; and pissed it away on a weekend of partying.
One passed me the other day on the interstate. I had the cruise control on 75, and it was probably going about 80. I was impressed, but a little worried. Until I took an exit, all I could think of was finding it was caught by a gust of wind and tossed to the shoulder like a trash can lid in a thunderstorm; the driver and passengers looking confused as they tried to figure out how to turn it back over.
Honda makes a car/mini-van/something or the other called the "Element". It looks better than it originally looked, but it still looks like a saltine cracker box, with a clear coat, wheels and some pin stripping. It's popular, because I see many of them around.
I've thought about the name "Element", and wondered what element the designers had in mind.
I don't think it was hydrogen. Hydrogen is light, has the potential for great amounts of power, and is number 1 on the table. While I'm sure the designers like to think of their product as number 1, a quick survey wouldn't find the same reaction with car enthusiasts, when given "Element" in a list of favorites, which includes Jaguar, Mercedes and Royals Royce.
Helium? Nah; that's an inert gas; and inert isn't what anyone wants as a description of their car.
Copper might be the element, but I kinda doubt that. It tarnishes and is thought of as what pennies are made of, which they aren't any longer. Pennies are made of zinc, which is cheaper than the amount of copper required for a penny, which is more than a penny of copper. I know that makes little sense, but this is my post and I can wander from subject, to subject, at will.
Gold comes to mind, but gold is heavier than lead, expensive and thought of as an investment. I know some might think "That's exactly what they were thinking. An Element is like gold; a long term investment." I doubt that. It's not a long term investment and pretty silly to expect anyone with a little sense to think otherwise.
Plutonium is radioactive, used in bombs and not a good selling point for an automobile.
There are 109 elements on the periodic table of elements. That's a bunch, and I could write that many chapters about each to expound on why I don't think it's a good choice for an element to use in reference to a saltine cracker box with wheels. That's why I'm thinking the name came from someone hung over, without a clue of what they were doing, panicking because they spent the weekend partying, instead of working on their sale pitch, and they had a moment of inspiration, while their boss eyeballed them like a heron standing over a frog. They probably received a bonus; and pissed it away on a weekend of partying.
One passed me the other day on the interstate. I had the cruise control on 75, and it was probably going about 80. I was impressed, but a little worried. Until I took an exit, all I could think of was finding it was caught by a gust of wind and tossed to the shoulder like a trash can lid in a thunderstorm; the driver and passengers looking confused as they tried to figure out how to turn it back over.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Sorta a New Phone
I bought a new phone; or I should say the company I work for bought a new phone. It's a Samsung Convoy 3, which is my third Convoy. I've had a one and a two. Number one was run over by a tracked excavator, when it fell from the pouch. Number two must have had too many snorts of sulfur fumes. It would turn off by itself, had a half-assed way of transferring photos to the card, and the ear piece sound was getting what can only be described as rotten.
If you happen to look up the phone (no, I didn't provide a link. I'm lazy this evening and....okay, now you have link.) you can see it's a flip-top phone, which is what I like. Officially, I guess it's considered a "smart phone" because it can access the internet, and this version allows what the 1 and 2 didn't offer, which is the software and capability to actually surf the web; if I was so inclined. I don't, except to look at the weather, or to find a phone number.
The big drawback is the lack of a keyboard. Texts require alphanumeric juggling, which really affects my driving, when I've had a few, am eating a hamburger, and driving through a school zone....no I don't do that. I never eat, when I drive.
Still, it's compact, rugged as hell (Have I ever told you how many scars my old phones had after I dropped them on the pavement?) and it's the best alarm clock I ever had. Not only can I hit snooze, I can easily hide it under a pillow and ignore it completely.
To complete my informal product review, I have to comment on the battery charge life. It can go for days, if I don't use the phone very much. Considering I'm liable to forget my charger, that's a plus for me.
I'd recommend the phone to anyone that likes a flip-top, plain Jane phone and has a pocket full of money. Even with a rebate, and an upgrade, it was still a hundred dollars to purchase. The sales person told me it retails for $450. I can understand that. It's not a chicken-shit phone and if you want to communicate, even when you have a tendency break things, work in an abusive environment, need an sd card for preserving photos and messages, are hard of hearing, like to place the phone on vibrate, stick it in you pocket and have a friend call you for five minutes, and don't care if your phone is relatively small... and it haunts you to think yours is small... this is the phone for you.
Considering this is version three, I have the feeling I'm not alone with my preferences. With the typical one year life expectancy for the production of a phone, and the fact this phone has been around for 7 years that I know of, my preferences are shared by enough to keep Samsung churning out these phones and laughing all the way to the bank.
So there you are. Buy a few dozen and use them for stocking stuffers. Samsung will appreciate it...now, if I can only get them to pay me for their product endorsement.
If you happen to look up the phone (no, I didn't provide a link. I'm lazy this evening and....okay, now you have link.) you can see it's a flip-top phone, which is what I like. Officially, I guess it's considered a "smart phone" because it can access the internet, and this version allows what the 1 and 2 didn't offer, which is the software and capability to actually surf the web; if I was so inclined. I don't, except to look at the weather, or to find a phone number.
The big drawback is the lack of a keyboard. Texts require alphanumeric juggling, which really affects my driving, when I've had a few, am eating a hamburger, and driving through a school zone....no I don't do that. I never eat, when I drive.
Still, it's compact, rugged as hell (Have I ever told you how many scars my old phones had after I dropped them on the pavement?) and it's the best alarm clock I ever had. Not only can I hit snooze, I can easily hide it under a pillow and ignore it completely.
To complete my informal product review, I have to comment on the battery charge life. It can go for days, if I don't use the phone very much. Considering I'm liable to forget my charger, that's a plus for me.
I'd recommend the phone to anyone that likes a flip-top, plain Jane phone and has a pocket full of money. Even with a rebate, and an upgrade, it was still a hundred dollars to purchase. The sales person told me it retails for $450. I can understand that. It's not a chicken-shit phone and if you want to communicate, even when you have a tendency break things, work in an abusive environment, need an sd card for preserving photos and messages, are hard of hearing, like to place the phone on vibrate, stick it in you pocket and have a friend call you for five minutes, and don't care if your phone is relatively small... and it haunts you to think yours is small... this is the phone for you.
Considering this is version three, I have the feeling I'm not alone with my preferences. With the typical one year life expectancy for the production of a phone, and the fact this phone has been around for 7 years that I know of, my preferences are shared by enough to keep Samsung churning out these phones and laughing all the way to the bank.
So there you are. Buy a few dozen and use them for stocking stuffers. Samsung will appreciate it...now, if I can only get them to pay me for their product endorsement.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
So Many Thoughts...
....and they slip through the cracks.
I think of at least a half dozen things to write about each day. They pop into my mind, as I drive, or just observe; and I forget about them in the evening, or I'm too tired to write them down. After a night's sleep, they're gone forever.
For example: Today, as I was driving, I noticed a Monarch Butterfly at about a foot above windshield level, between four lanes of divided highway, and cars zipping along at 75 miles per hour. Most people don't even notice such things, but I do. My thoughts wonder to whether an updraft, or downdraft, determined the fate of the butterfly. One foot up, and it continued on its journey. One foot down, and it became something to wash off the windshield of a car.
I need to find my pocket recorder; so I can place a few verbal notes to peruse later in the day. Most of it's probably not important to anyone, but me. Still, somebody might like to read what I have to write, and it beats hell out of reruns of "The Simpsons".
A Quick Thought
Only a really naive person would not suspect voter fraud in elections; and only a really corrupt person would think eliminating the fraud is not important.
The current election is showing signs many people are voting early to show their dissatisfaction with current government officials. I have the feeling the fraud will be rampant, and can only hope that those caught are thrown into an active volcano.
The current election is showing signs many people are voting early to show their dissatisfaction with current government officials. I have the feeling the fraud will be rampant, and can only hope that those caught are thrown into an active volcano.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Strip Mall Wonderings
I was looking at a strip mall the other day. It's been there for years. In fact, during the sixties, it was the place to go and all the big retailers had an outlet there. The big malls pretty well killed the strip mall, so the business that come and go are interesting.
Anyway, I noticed "Mr. Giggles" was closed. Now I never saw the store, when it was open, so I have no idea what was sold. Maybe party goods? How about silly costumes? Clown paraphernalia? I have no idea, but it's closed, so I'll never know.
One part of my thoughts thinks it was a well meaning entrepreneur, a little money ahead, and a bad idea, in a bad location. The other part of my thoughts thinks of a creepy looking man, with a lazy eye, and a really strange sense of humor. Sorta a Stephen King character in real life.
Who knows. The sign is still there. The opportunities for imaginary characters are endless.
Anyway, I noticed "Mr. Giggles" was closed. Now I never saw the store, when it was open, so I have no idea what was sold. Maybe party goods? How about silly costumes? Clown paraphernalia? I have no idea, but it's closed, so I'll never know.
One part of my thoughts thinks it was a well meaning entrepreneur, a little money ahead, and a bad idea, in a bad location. The other part of my thoughts thinks of a creepy looking man, with a lazy eye, and a really strange sense of humor. Sorta a Stephen King character in real life.
Who knows. The sign is still there. The opportunities for imaginary characters are endless.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Technology Wondering
With all the advances in technology, I wonder if the woman's voice that tells me my virus database is updated is real, or synthesized. I guess it's not important, but it's one of those things that crosses my mind.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Guardrail
I was griping to my project inspector about how millions are spent to keep drunks from driving into rivers, yet a plastic orange barrel, without a reduced speed, is acceptable for a workers exposed to the same drunks.Of course he agreed with me, since he has the same exposure.
Anyway, back to the subject, which is guardrail.
Guardrail is made from rolled sheet metal, which gives it a shape that resists bending, yet allows it to remain lightweight. The depth of the rail is 3 inches, after rolling. The rail is hot dip galvanized after rolling, which prevents corrosion for decades; as long as the galvanize coating isn't damage. A typical section is light enough for two men to carry, and a small crew can place it without heavy equipment. Although this isn't the preferred method for production placement, it allows the minimum amount of people to replace small, damaged sections.
A typical rail section is a little longer than 25 feet, which allows for bolting the sections together. Holes in the rail are slotted, which allows some play during placement. Drilling for a perfectly positioned post isn't impossible, but not having the slots would make placement much more expensive. Sections are bolted with 5/8 inch hot dip galvanized button head bolts. The button head slides into the slotted hole, and allows tightening without a backup wrench. Eight bolts hold each section together and the sections are always overlapped so the lap faces away from traffic. This prevents a section torn loose in an accident from becoming a lethal lance, until the section is repaired.
The domed posts are treated wood 6 feet 3 inches long, and 7 inches in diameter. Bolt holes are drilled in the posts. When buried to the correct depth of 42 inches, the hole is 25 inches above the edge of the paving, which is the correct height for the center of the rail. The standard spacing is 6 feet 3 inches, although that spacing is less at the connection to bridges.
The edge of the paving is the preferred position for the face of guardrail. On a highway with a shoulder, that's the edge of the shoulder. On curbed streets, that's the back of the curb. With a typical section of rail, with 7 inch blockouts, that means the center of the post is 13-1/2 inches from the face of the rail.
Why am I telling you all this? Because there are years of study, experience and engineering involved with guardrail. Many lives were saved over the years due to guardrail, and if undamaged, a section can last the lifetime of an individual. I'm removing a section that was placed when I was a child. If changing the location wasn't required for a bridge rail retrofit, the section would have remained as long as nothing was required for its removal.
Still, it chaps my ass to think of all the money spent to keep people safe, yet those that place what saves lives are so inconsequential to bureaucrats, they're not willing to do the paperwork, and spend the money for a sign that mandates people slow down when they're working on the guardrail that keeps the attorneys at bay.
Assholes!
Anyway, back to the subject, which is guardrail.
Guardrail is made from rolled sheet metal, which gives it a shape that resists bending, yet allows it to remain lightweight. The depth of the rail is 3 inches, after rolling. The rail is hot dip galvanized after rolling, which prevents corrosion for decades; as long as the galvanize coating isn't damage. A typical section is light enough for two men to carry, and a small crew can place it without heavy equipment. Although this isn't the preferred method for production placement, it allows the minimum amount of people to replace small, damaged sections.
A typical rail section is a little longer than 25 feet, which allows for bolting the sections together. Holes in the rail are slotted, which allows some play during placement. Drilling for a perfectly positioned post isn't impossible, but not having the slots would make placement much more expensive. Sections are bolted with 5/8 inch hot dip galvanized button head bolts. The button head slides into the slotted hole, and allows tightening without a backup wrench. Eight bolts hold each section together and the sections are always overlapped so the lap faces away from traffic. This prevents a section torn loose in an accident from becoming a lethal lance, until the section is repaired.
The domed posts are treated wood 6 feet 3 inches long, and 7 inches in diameter. Bolt holes are drilled in the posts. When buried to the correct depth of 42 inches, the hole is 25 inches above the edge of the paving, which is the correct height for the center of the rail. The standard spacing is 6 feet 3 inches, although that spacing is less at the connection to bridges.
The edge of the paving is the preferred position for the face of guardrail. On a highway with a shoulder, that's the edge of the shoulder. On curbed streets, that's the back of the curb. With a typical section of rail, with 7 inch blockouts, that means the center of the post is 13-1/2 inches from the face of the rail.
Why am I telling you all this? Because there are years of study, experience and engineering involved with guardrail. Many lives were saved over the years due to guardrail, and if undamaged, a section can last the lifetime of an individual. I'm removing a section that was placed when I was a child. If changing the location wasn't required for a bridge rail retrofit, the section would have remained as long as nothing was required for its removal.
Still, it chaps my ass to think of all the money spent to keep people safe, yet those that place what saves lives are so inconsequential to bureaucrats, they're not willing to do the paperwork, and spend the money for a sign that mandates people slow down when they're working on the guardrail that keeps the attorneys at bay.
Assholes!
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Don Henley: Sit Down You're Rockin' The Boat
The devil will drag you under by the sharp lapel of your checkered suit.
Texas Law Upheld by Supreme Court
The usual peanut gallery of progressive hack judges didn't agree, but the final court ruling allows the Texas laws on voter identification law to stand. If you're interested, there's plenty of reading at this web site about the law.
Long story short: a Federal District Judge decided she would flex her muscles and rule the law is unconstitutional. Of course, she's a progressive hack, and her action led to the expenditure of large amounts of money to prove her decision was crap. She was appointed by Obama. That should explain everything. As another lawless minion of an administration that ignores laws, along with decency, she's just another person that is part of the agenda to undermine the the United States.
So the law stands and it makes voter fraud more difficult to accomplish, which is a good thing. Voting is important, but is useless if the integrity is removed by allowing fraudulent votes to be counted.
Long story short: a Federal District Judge decided she would flex her muscles and rule the law is unconstitutional. Of course, she's a progressive hack, and her action led to the expenditure of large amounts of money to prove her decision was crap. She was appointed by Obama. That should explain everything. As another lawless minion of an administration that ignores laws, along with decency, she's just another person that is part of the agenda to undermine the the United States.
So the law stands and it makes voter fraud more difficult to accomplish, which is a good thing. Voting is important, but is useless if the integrity is removed by allowing fraudulent votes to be counted.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Bermuda Hurricane
A hurricane is in the process of striking Bermuda. Radar shows the eye will pass over the islands over the next few hours.
Why am I writing about this? I know how they feel. It's all doom and gloom, but unless you've been close to the eye of a strong hurricane, you have no idea of what it's like.
First: The misconception of you can leave if it gets too bad becomes apparent. With the rain passing in horizontal sheets, you know you can't go out in such a mess and driving will probably be worse.
Second: After you accept you're in it for the duration, it's kinda neat. The wind isn't steady during the entire event; and the moments of calm allow you to hear the distant, roaring approach of the next batch of wind. That, and tornadoes sound like freight trains. They really do. The high, circular winds sound like a large, diesel engine.
Third: Unless you're hit by a tornado, most homes will only suffer minor damage. Sure, many things will blow away, and you might even have a window broken, but as long as the house doesn't come apart, you'll survive to clean up the damage.
All, in all, the fury of a major hurricane is much smaller than many think. A few dozen miles in any direction can make a huge difference.
I'm not advocating hurricane parties, or any such foolishness. That's dangerous, but I always think of what an old man told me: "You hide from the wind; and run from the water." He was right. The wind is bad, but being below 20 feet above sea level is a risk nobody should take during a hurricane. The storm surge can raise water levels to the eves of low lying homes in minutes. In those few minutes, escaping to the attic may be a death sentence, unless you have a chain saw to cut through the roof. Even if you escape, you might find your long, dark night is spent with dozens of snakes and the other critters trying to survive.
Why am I writing about this? I know how they feel. It's all doom and gloom, but unless you've been close to the eye of a strong hurricane, you have no idea of what it's like.
First: The misconception of you can leave if it gets too bad becomes apparent. With the rain passing in horizontal sheets, you know you can't go out in such a mess and driving will probably be worse.
Second: After you accept you're in it for the duration, it's kinda neat. The wind isn't steady during the entire event; and the moments of calm allow you to hear the distant, roaring approach of the next batch of wind. That, and tornadoes sound like freight trains. They really do. The high, circular winds sound like a large, diesel engine.
Third: Unless you're hit by a tornado, most homes will only suffer minor damage. Sure, many things will blow away, and you might even have a window broken, but as long as the house doesn't come apart, you'll survive to clean up the damage.
All, in all, the fury of a major hurricane is much smaller than many think. A few dozen miles in any direction can make a huge difference.
I'm not advocating hurricane parties, or any such foolishness. That's dangerous, but I always think of what an old man told me: "You hide from the wind; and run from the water." He was right. The wind is bad, but being below 20 feet above sea level is a risk nobody should take during a hurricane. The storm surge can raise water levels to the eves of low lying homes in minutes. In those few minutes, escaping to the attic may be a death sentence, unless you have a chain saw to cut through the roof. Even if you escape, you might find your long, dark night is spent with dozens of snakes and the other critters trying to survive.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Explosion in the Port-A-Can
I can't remember if I wrote about this, so I'll write about about it again...or not.
It was early in the morning. We were working on the interstate, and I watched the the port-a-can being cleaned late the evening before. After arriving at work, I confirmed this, and went through the process of starting the day, positioning the crew, and making sure materials would arrive on time.
It was around 8:00 am, when I had the urge. The coffee worked its magic, and I had to go. With the knowledge the port-a-can was clean, I headed to the private refuge that only someone that works construction can understand. Understand what? The lack of odor, a feeling a few germs were defeated, and the comfort of knowing a snake might not be found.
I opened the door and was repulsed. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn someone exploded. There was crap on the floor, seat, bench, and walls higher than by waist. It was as though some crap cannon was aimed, and fired, with the result of covering a substantial amount of the inside with crap.
I went to a local restaurant to avoid the port-a-can, and called the provider to explain my predicament. After I told the nice lady it appeared a crap bomb exploded, she immediately understood and it was cleaned before a few hours passed.
I really don't want to know what happened. I put that in the category of things I can't forget, but should.
It was early in the morning. We were working on the interstate, and I watched the the port-a-can being cleaned late the evening before. After arriving at work, I confirmed this, and went through the process of starting the day, positioning the crew, and making sure materials would arrive on time.
It was around 8:00 am, when I had the urge. The coffee worked its magic, and I had to go. With the knowledge the port-a-can was clean, I headed to the private refuge that only someone that works construction can understand. Understand what? The lack of odor, a feeling a few germs were defeated, and the comfort of knowing a snake might not be found.
I opened the door and was repulsed. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn someone exploded. There was crap on the floor, seat, bench, and walls higher than by waist. It was as though some crap cannon was aimed, and fired, with the result of covering a substantial amount of the inside with crap.
I went to a local restaurant to avoid the port-a-can, and called the provider to explain my predicament. After I told the nice lady it appeared a crap bomb exploded, she immediately understood and it was cleaned before a few hours passed.
I really don't want to know what happened. I put that in the category of things I can't forget, but should.
Diesel On My Hands
Diesel fuel is one of those things I don't like getting on my hands. It occasionally happens, such as when a fuel filter clogs on some equipment, but it's worse two times during the day: first thing in the morning, or last thing in the evening.
I know you're asking yourself: "Why?". It stinks, and the odor lasts for a long time. If spilled on clothes, the smell permeates everything else washed and it doesn't leave, until a after more than one washing.
Why am I posting this? This afternoon, a small excavator needed the fuel filter changed. That, and the fuel line needed to be purged. I was rewarded with diesel on my hands and it stinks. I left the job smelling of diesel. That sucks!
I know you're asking yourself: "Why?". It stinks, and the odor lasts for a long time. If spilled on clothes, the smell permeates everything else washed and it doesn't leave, until a after more than one washing.
Why am I posting this? This afternoon, a small excavator needed the fuel filter changed. That, and the fuel line needed to be purged. I was rewarded with diesel on my hands and it stinks. I left the job smelling of diesel. That sucks!
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
You're Fired
I fired a worker today. Long story short: they didn't like what I said, called me a liar, and I fired them...except they wouldn't leave...so I called the police, who insured they left. So, now there's another crazy I have to watch for.......
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Total Lack of Perspective
I read the news, and it's nothing but the ramblings of people that don't have a clue, couldn't find the clue if it was tattooed to their ass, and they had both hands free to look for the clues.
Maybe, we should require those that write, broadcast, and sell the news to live on Earth. From my perspective, they've left for another planet; and it's polluted with destructive unicorn farts and rainbows.
Maybe, we should require those that write, broadcast, and sell the news to live on Earth. From my perspective, they've left for another planet; and it's polluted with destructive unicorn farts and rainbows.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Small Things Many Don't Know About
The lightning caused me to remember a strike on my home years ago. The dryer caught the brunt of the strike, and led to the discovery of a small device I didn't know about.
As I examined the damage, I found the cord was damaged; so was the breaker in the panel. After changing them, I still couldn't get the dryer to run. Before I threw in the towel, and gave up, I took my ohmmeter and traced the power circuit. That's when I found the device.
In the exhaust plenum, this tiny device was wired in line with the power for the machine. It had no continuity, so I removed it, and went to the appliance parts house the next day. When I showed it to the man at the counter, he knew what it was, went to the back, returned with the part and I bought it for about nine dollars.
Returning home, I replaced the part, put enough of the dryer back together to make it run, and was rewarded with it starting. After I completely reassembled the dryer, it worked perfectly and I eventually sold it years later for $50. It still worked fine, but I was given some new appliances by an in-law that was moving to a place where they didn't need the washer and dryer.
So, now you know about something mandated by regulations. It's real purpose? To interrupt the flow of electricity to the dryer, if the thermostat fails and the temperature rises to the point of burning your clothes.
You're welcome.
As I examined the damage, I found the cord was damaged; so was the breaker in the panel. After changing them, I still couldn't get the dryer to run. Before I threw in the towel, and gave up, I took my ohmmeter and traced the power circuit. That's when I found the device.
In the exhaust plenum, this tiny device was wired in line with the power for the machine. It had no continuity, so I removed it, and went to the appliance parts house the next day. When I showed it to the man at the counter, he knew what it was, went to the back, returned with the part and I bought it for about nine dollars.
Returning home, I replaced the part, put enough of the dryer back together to make it run, and was rewarded with it starting. After I completely reassembled the dryer, it worked perfectly and I eventually sold it years later for $50. It still worked fine, but I was given some new appliances by an in-law that was moving to a place where they didn't need the washer and dryer.
So, now you know about something mandated by regulations. It's real purpose? To interrupt the flow of electricity to the dryer, if the thermostat fails and the temperature rises to the point of burning your clothes.
You're welcome.
Big, Badass Thunderstorms
How about that title? I'm betting that will get the attention of a few.
We had them today. A real cold front, with thunderstorms, wind, cloud to ground lightning and plenty of rain preceded an event folks up north would call summer. The forecast is temperatures in the fifties, highs in the upper seventies and beautiful clear skies for the next few days.
I'll take it. My ass is gone; it melted away like a dropped snow cone on a hot sidewalk.
We had them today. A real cold front, with thunderstorms, wind, cloud to ground lightning and plenty of rain preceded an event folks up north would call summer. The forecast is temperatures in the fifties, highs in the upper seventies and beautiful clear skies for the next few days.
I'll take it. My ass is gone; it melted away like a dropped snow cone on a hot sidewalk.
Things You Find on the News
While perusing the local news online, I glanced at the most wanted for the Houston area. That's a big city, so it's the big time, if your photo appears.
One photo looked familiar (No, it wasn't me) and the name confirmed why. It was a young man that worked for me a few years ago. I can only describe him as a conscientious, good worker; willing to learn and I missed his help, when he moved back to the Houston area.
So, he now has enough felony D.U.I's to lead to some hefty jail time. That's a shame, but he has nobody to blame, but the man he sees in the mirror.
His family is here, so I have the feeling I'll see him in the future. If he's behaving himself, and needs a job, I'll hire him, if there's a position available that doesn't require him to drive a company vehicle. That's something he'll never do again for the rest of his life.
One photo looked familiar (No, it wasn't me) and the name confirmed why. It was a young man that worked for me a few years ago. I can only describe him as a conscientious, good worker; willing to learn and I missed his help, when he moved back to the Houston area.
So, he now has enough felony D.U.I's to lead to some hefty jail time. That's a shame, but he has nobody to blame, but the man he sees in the mirror.
His family is here, so I have the feeling I'll see him in the future. If he's behaving himself, and needs a job, I'll hire him, if there's a position available that doesn't require him to drive a company vehicle. That's something he'll never do again for the rest of his life.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Save the Polar Bears, But Senior Citizens be Damned
Between junk science, the really stupid decision by the Supreme Court to allow carbon dioxide to be considered a pollutant, and the idiots that we pay to run our government, one out of three low income senior citizens didn't pursue their health to pay for the increasing energy costs. That's not good, when you consider the increased costs were not due to a lack of resources, but to increase the money, and power, to the government. And if you don't know what a low income senior citizen is, it's those that had very little savings, or their investments were destroyed by unsound fiscal policies and inflation. Those, and citizens that didn't receive the cushy benefits the government allowed for those that took part in the bureaucracy.
Obama projected this would happen. He knew the results of his bullshit policy, didn't care, and still doesn't care. He was willing to harm citizens to promote his agenda, and the dumbasses that voted for him should only be the ones to suffer. Make them pay all increased costs, until they demand relief from the monster they turned loose in Washington.
Obama projected this would happen. He knew the results of his bullshit policy, didn't care, and still doesn't care. He was willing to harm citizens to promote his agenda, and the dumbasses that voted for him should only be the ones to suffer. Make them pay all increased costs, until they demand relief from the monster they turned loose in Washington.
Criminal Negligence
A second case of Ebola is reported. One of the healthcare workers, reported to be in protective gear when dealing with the criminal that lied to get in the United States, tested positive for a virus that kills 60% of those infected.
Protocol for a dangerous pathogen is isolation of those infected. It's one of the only defenses available; and it's necessary. Diseases, especially viruses, can survive in the tiny droplets produced by a sneeze, and stay in the air for hours, which is one of the greatest reasons for isolation.
There never should have been any discussion about screening, travel restrictions and the immediate response of both, when it was obvious Ebola was becoming a serious problem in Africa. Commerce and diplomatic relations became insignificant when compared to the possibility of a pandemic. The failure of the current administration, political figures with selfish interests, and the fawning media to address this problem immediately is criminal negligence. People will die, they're responsible, and their punishment should fit the crime..
Protocol for a dangerous pathogen is isolation of those infected. It's one of the only defenses available; and it's necessary. Diseases, especially viruses, can survive in the tiny droplets produced by a sneeze, and stay in the air for hours, which is one of the greatest reasons for isolation.
There never should have been any discussion about screening, travel restrictions and the immediate response of both, when it was obvious Ebola was becoming a serious problem in Africa. Commerce and diplomatic relations became insignificant when compared to the possibility of a pandemic. The failure of the current administration, political figures with selfish interests, and the fawning media to address this problem immediately is criminal negligence. People will die, they're responsible, and their punishment should fit the crime..
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond 1990 Live Video
A very good live version for your enjoyment.
Maybe Never Complete
I've had a song kicking around in my head for years. It started after my father died in 1989. The lyrics never gelled, and maybe never will, but the chorus came to me almost immediately. Writing it makes me sad, which might be the reason I never finished. Watching someone slowly fade away is worse than a sudden, tragic death.
So, since it may never be finished, I'll write down the chorus; maybe someday it won't be just another unfinished task
As we sit and think of days gone by
And the time that slipped away
He used to stand so straight and tall
It seems like yesterday
And he lays there now, so small and frail
And sleeps most every day
He can't get up; he can't go on
We never thought it would be that way
So, sail away, sail away
The lord is waiting for you across this storm tossed bay
He has built a house of memories
He'll take away your pain
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
So, since it may never be finished, I'll write down the chorus; maybe someday it won't be just another unfinished task
As we sit and think of days gone by
And the time that slipped away
He used to stand so straight and tall
It seems like yesterday
And he lays there now, so small and frail
And sleeps most every day
He can't get up; he can't go on
We never thought it would be that way
So, sail away, sail away
The lord is waiting for you across this storm tossed bay
He has built a house of memories
He'll take away your pain
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Outflow Boundary
We have an outflow boundary approaching. What's that? It's where rain cooled air from a large cluster of thunderstorms pushes under warmer, moister air and causes it to rise. The result is a line of thunderstorms, or showers that is usually pretty impressive on the radar. They look like a cold front on radar; and they are, in a way, but instead of a cool, high pressure dome to clear away the system, the unstable air can remain until a real front arrives and pushes the entire mess away.
How About That Electricity?
According to this article, the estimated loss of electrical generating capacity, due to arbitrary regulations, will be 700% higher than that predicted by the Environmental Protection Agency. The loss of reliable electricity is anticipated to affect 44.7 million homes; and the cost will go up, also.
Coal is bad, according to bureaucrats, and some politicians. They base this opinion on unproven theories, which gave Al Gore the opportunity to make a lot of money from stupidity. Meanwhile, millions will find costly, unreliable energy in their near future and the damage of closed coal generating plants can't be changed like turning on a light switch. Huge coal fired boilers require constant attention and take months - if not years - to bring back on line, when they're shut down for any period of time.
In a perfect world, only those responsible for this debacle would be affected. Since this isn't the situation, it's up to us to remind those folks every time we see them in the grocery store. After all, the government isn't some faceless being; it's your neighbors and they'll keep making your life miserable if you don't let them know how much you wish they'd go away...to someplace dark and cold. We don't want them down here where it's usually warm. We have a bunch of Mexicans we have to figure out how to make go home.
Coal is bad, according to bureaucrats, and some politicians. They base this opinion on unproven theories, which gave Al Gore the opportunity to make a lot of money from stupidity. Meanwhile, millions will find costly, unreliable energy in their near future and the damage of closed coal generating plants can't be changed like turning on a light switch. Huge coal fired boilers require constant attention and take months - if not years - to bring back on line, when they're shut down for any period of time.
In a perfect world, only those responsible for this debacle would be affected. Since this isn't the situation, it's up to us to remind those folks every time we see them in the grocery store. After all, the government isn't some faceless being; it's your neighbors and they'll keep making your life miserable if you don't let them know how much you wish they'd go away...to someplace dark and cold. We don't want them down here where it's usually warm. We have a bunch of Mexicans we have to figure out how to make go home.
A Few Million Here...A Few Million There ....
and pretty soon, we're talking about real money...sold at 6 cents a pound.
That looks like a plan to me. I see tons of government vehicles just sitting in parking lots, and I think I could get more per pound. Of course, some bureaucrat would have to hoof it, instead of riding around on my dime...I really don't care. They could lose a few pounds.
That looks like a plan to me. I see tons of government vehicles just sitting in parking lots, and I think I could get more per pound. Of course, some bureaucrat would have to hoof it, instead of riding around on my dime...I really don't care. They could lose a few pounds.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Deja Vu All Over Again
I have a theory about deja vu. (No, I haven't experienced it in a long time.) It seems more logical to me, although those that like the idea of premonitions better might not feel the same.
My theory? The human brain is hard-wired to anticipate danger. With that hard-wiring comes the crunching of possibilities, the actual occurrences, and the results. Deja vu, is when the subconscious mental creation of possible events coincide with actual events. Call it a mental jackpot. Three sevens rolling up is rare, but possible. Subconsciously, the events were anticipated, and actually happened. The feeling the event happened before it only a reaction to an unusual sequence that coincided with anticipated results.
You can now return to your regularly scheduled thought process.
My theory? The human brain is hard-wired to anticipate danger. With that hard-wiring comes the crunching of possibilities, the actual occurrences, and the results. Deja vu, is when the subconscious mental creation of possible events coincide with actual events. Call it a mental jackpot. Three sevens rolling up is rare, but possible. Subconsciously, the events were anticipated, and actually happened. The feeling the event happened before it only a reaction to an unusual sequence that coincided with anticipated results.
You can now return to your regularly scheduled thought process.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Age Brings Verbal Outbursts
After some frustrating moments, I told a group of men on the job today I should have hired some little girls...the bad thing is I meant it. What the hell happened to our youth? Between the pudginess, lack of any initiative and a terrible work ethic, there are too many young men that aren't men.
I told one of the long time, good hands I would enlist if we ever were involved with another major conflict. I elaborated and said I'd rather die fighting than expecting what was available for enlistment to help; and I didn't want to learn the foreign language of those that would find be easy pickings.
I told one of the long time, good hands I would enlist if we ever were involved with another major conflict. I elaborated and said I'd rather die fighting than expecting what was available for enlistment to help; and I didn't want to learn the foreign language of those that would find be easy pickings.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Burnout Symptoms
I looked them up; and I have all of them. Maybe I can get a grant to write about the events leading up to the burnout, how I managed to get grant money for studying burnout, and the months of leisure, while I pissed it all away on frivolous purchases, alcohol and vacations.
Inner Tube/Theme From Boat Weirdos - Joe Walsh
I've always liked this....I don't think I've posted it before....If I have, then listen to it again.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Jaime Brockett - Legend of the USS Titanic (FULL)
Way back when, there was a radio show called "Beaker Street", which I listened to when the skip was right and radio waves made it all the way to the way to Southeast Texas. Between the static, and phase shifting, reception was poor, but we still listened. The following song was played and I always hoped it would be played again real soon.
Monday, October 6, 2014
I Took A Crazy Test
I didn't wait for the results, because I couldn't wait until the advertisement ended....I don't care that it's been thirty years, since Punky Brewster was on television.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Viral Madness
Ebola is a virus; so is influenza; the common flu. The starting symptoms are similar and we're at the beginning of flu season. I have a feeling this one will go down in the books.
Baffling
After six years of incompetence, arbitrary decisions, ignoring the law, and the obvious inability to accomplish the basic requirements of government, I'm baffled it took this long for people to realize what I realized would happen before Obama was ever elected President. He wasn't qualified, had no job experience, was ideology opposed to what makes the United States great and his lack of maturity is astounding.
I don't think people are that stupid. I think too many are lazy, expecting something for nothing, and willing to sacrifice liberty for false security. In the end, they'll have nothing, and their misery will be worse.
I don't think people are that stupid. I think too many are lazy, expecting something for nothing, and willing to sacrifice liberty for false security. In the end, they'll have nothing, and their misery will be worse.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
I Think I've Now Seen Everything
I like thick slice bacon from a local market. It's not only very good, the price is good, also.
Anyway, I was cooking some, and I realized after turning a slice, part of it was a mobius strip....no I'm not pulling your leg. That's what I saw, and I'm sticking with the story.
Anyway, I was cooking some, and I realized after turning a slice, part of it was a mobius strip....no I'm not pulling your leg. That's what I saw, and I'm sticking with the story.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
I Curse Too Much
That's what I was told by an operator that wasn't really an operator and quit earlier this week...without telling me he was quitting.
I really don't know what to write, except I was told that after I asked him to explain to me how someone could live without having money from a job to pay the bills. Of course I know the answer. I was feeling mean and wanted to make him uncomfortable.
He'll probably apply for unemployment; and I'll have to write a few appeal letters. If it turns out like it usually does, I'll be the bad guy and he'll appeal all the way to the three panel tribunal and it will be decided with a coin toss.... I'm calling heads.
I really don't know what to write, except I was told that after I asked him to explain to me how someone could live without having money from a job to pay the bills. Of course I know the answer. I was feeling mean and wanted to make him uncomfortable.
He'll probably apply for unemployment; and I'll have to write a few appeal letters. If it turns out like it usually does, I'll be the bad guy and he'll appeal all the way to the three panel tribunal and it will be decided with a coin toss.... I'm calling heads.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
A Day in Traffic
I'm not one for new laws. I usually hate the idea of a legal avenue to persuade common sense; but I'd really like to see a law that requires people to reduce their speed to 20 mph below the speed limit in a construction site with a lane closure. I'm tired of the apprehension I feel, when an 18 wheeler travels through the job at the legal speed limit of 75 mph.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Not Much To Write Today
I'm feeling a little malaise this evening. I'm thinking it's due to what I call sneaky heat. The temperature is right, the humidity is low, and you sweat your ass off and get a little dehydrated because the sweat dries before it soaks your underwear. The cure is rest and sweet tea.
Anyway, back to not much to write: I was thinking about how I'm reaching that "I really don't give a shit; at least half the time." age and ruminating on the "I really don't give a shit anytime" age, which is approaching.
I plan on having fun with the approaching time in my life. I'm guessing I'll get away with most of it, but sooner or later, I'm thinking a little scotch, and the police may be involved. I'll blame it on trying to recapture my lost youth....probably will get away with it....and keep on planning on how far I can push the envelope without losing a wing.
Anyway, back to not much to write: I was thinking about how I'm reaching that "I really don't give a shit; at least half the time." age and ruminating on the "I really don't give a shit anytime" age, which is approaching.
I plan on having fun with the approaching time in my life. I'm guessing I'll get away with most of it, but sooner or later, I'm thinking a little scotch, and the police may be involved. I'll blame it on trying to recapture my lost youth....probably will get away with it....and keep on planning on how far I can push the envelope without losing a wing.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Put The Lime In The Coconut - Harry Nilsson
The reason for the video is Dana. She wrote about how her subconscious mind will focus on a song, and her conscious mind will kick in to gear, and she'll find herself singing the entire song to the finish. After reading that, I realized I don't suffer the same disorder react the same, but some songs will stick in my head until I seek substances to make them go away.
If you're easily upset by Danish lesbian porno trailers, you might not want to follow the link. If you aren't, and really like such things, you might be disappointed.
If you're easily upset by Danish lesbian porno trailers, you might not want to follow the link. If you aren't, and really like such things, you might be disappointed.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
P=MV
As pointed out in a comment, the formula is for momentum. That's correct and I should have pointed out the energy is stored until there is a collision.
That's the formula for the energy of mass when subjected to a particular velocity. It's the simple formula, since there are so many other things involved that require more advanced mathematics, different masses, different velocities, and vectors that describe the forces applied from different directions.
So, why did I post this? In the real world, where automobiles travel at speeds of over one hundred feet each second, the amount of energy released during a collision with me manifests into severed body parts, lots of blood, and sadness for those left behind.
I work behind traffic barrels that are made of plastic, can be moved by the wind, and offer no protection. When someone texts, loses concentration, or is outright psychopathic, the only protection offered is as insubstantial as a spider web.
I think about such things daily. I see people texting, tapping barrels and know every second is only one second from disaster. That's why I don't care your 15 minute drive took 25 minutes. When the cars are slowly driving past, I know I won't leave the job in a body bag.
That's the formula for the energy of mass when subjected to a particular velocity. It's the simple formula, since there are so many other things involved that require more advanced mathematics, different masses, different velocities, and vectors that describe the forces applied from different directions.
So, why did I post this? In the real world, where automobiles travel at speeds of over one hundred feet each second, the amount of energy released during a collision with me manifests into severed body parts, lots of blood, and sadness for those left behind.
I work behind traffic barrels that are made of plastic, can be moved by the wind, and offer no protection. When someone texts, loses concentration, or is outright psychopathic, the only protection offered is as insubstantial as a spider web.
I think about such things daily. I see people texting, tapping barrels and know every second is only one second from disaster. That's why I don't care your 15 minute drive took 25 minutes. When the cars are slowly driving past, I know I won't leave the job in a body bag.
Not Giving a Rodent's Fanny
I'm to the point I don't care for the idea of tolerance, forgiveness, and the "feel good" crap peddled every day. It only lead to a crappy economy, more bureaucrats, and too many people that observe the world through what's presented on social media and the television.
It's getting to the point it's all about survival; and survival is a bitch to deal with.
It's getting to the point it's all about survival; and survival is a bitch to deal with.
The Necessity of Vigilance
The beheading of the woman in Oklahoma is the reason you should be vigilant. While the media is playing the games they play, those realistic know otherwise.
The religion that we're supposed to tolerate is not a religion. It's a call to brutal psychopaths to murder without the restraints a healthy society places to insure peace. With that in mind, regardless of your opinion, anyone that practices that religion may be the one that uses it for retribution.
Nobody else can protect you as well as you can protect yourself. Remember that and be vigilant. Avoid those that practice the religion; even if it means finding a new merchant. The government won't protect you and the progressive line of thinking is as insane as the religion of destruction. Jihad has arrived in the United States. Only the citizens can prevent further actions of war.
"Oh. That's excessive. You're being dramatic."
"Maybe so, but tell that to the woman that had her head cut off by a madman with a knife. He gave them plenty of warning he was a psychopath; and believed in the religion of hate."
The religion that we're supposed to tolerate is not a religion. It's a call to brutal psychopaths to murder without the restraints a healthy society places to insure peace. With that in mind, regardless of your opinion, anyone that practices that religion may be the one that uses it for retribution.
Nobody else can protect you as well as you can protect yourself. Remember that and be vigilant. Avoid those that practice the religion; even if it means finding a new merchant. The government won't protect you and the progressive line of thinking is as insane as the religion of destruction. Jihad has arrived in the United States. Only the citizens can prevent further actions of war.
"Oh. That's excessive. You're being dramatic."
"Maybe so, but tell that to the woman that had her head cut off by a madman with a knife. He gave them plenty of warning he was a psychopath; and believed in the religion of hate."
Friday, September 26, 2014
It's All in the Timing
If the timing is what I expect, the slow wheels of justice will eventually drag Eric Holder to some type of conviction, which will be right before Obama steps down. Then, before he has to spend some time in jail, Obama can pardon him for his sorry ass criminal activities transgressions
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Cyclone
We’d spent a few hours
assembling some scaffolding. I was working the frames and x- braces with a
rope. Cy would tie them, I’d raise them, wrap my legs to keep from falling, and
slide the frames on to the frames already set. After I’d raise the braces, I’d
fasten them, Cy would pass up the decking, and we worked our way to the top.
We’d poured the bridge
columns a few days before. The can forms were removed and we needed to rub, and
grout, the fresh concrete. The scaffolding was needed for access to the
columns. They were around 30 feet to the top; and our task was to give the
columns an aesthetic finish.
It was hard work. For
me, it was business as usual. I was young, full of energy, and it was just
another day on the job. Cy was pushing sixty and age was slowing him down. I
did what I could to ease his task. I was raised to respect my elders and I
respected Cy for many more reasons.
As we worked, we talked
about many things. We’d chip the concrete with chipping hammers, fill any
imperfections with grout, and rub the surface with grinding stones to give the
surface an even finish. I’d climb down to replenish our water and grout
buckets.
As the day progressed,
and the conversations unfolded, I realize Cy’s name wasn’t anywhere close to
his real name of Lafayette Brown.
Before I go any
farther, I need to describe Cy. He was a black man; slender in build, tall,
graying hair; long arms with sinewy muscles and he chewed tobacco. I think he
chewed Brown Mule, which was a plug. He’d bite off a chew and work on it for a
few hours. He didn’t spit much, which meant he either swallowed some of the
juice, or waited a long time before spitting. I think it was the latter,
because his voice would rattle after long conversations.
Cy taught me as we
worked. I’d helped rub and grout concrete, but actually performing the task was
fairly new to me. He showed me how to use the chipping hammer to open the small
perfections, the right consistency for the grout, and how to apply the grout to
the surface, so the grinding rock would create an even finish. After the grout
set for the proper time, he showed me how to use long, even strokes with the
finishing brush to achieve the right texture for the finish.
We worked for much of
the morning, before I asked about his name. He smiled as he explained his nickname,
and I admired him more when he finished his story.
Cy needed a job. He was
young, had a family, and he needed to provide the necessities for survival. He
bugged a construction company to the point the owner finally created a task so cumbersome,
he knew Cy would fail and go away.
The task was to unload
a rail car full of bags of cement. The cement was stacked on pallets, and there
were many pallets in the box car on the siding.
Cy, who was more than
determined, started his task one early morning. The owner of the company, smug
with his decision, described what was needed and returned to his office. Cy
went to work.
Somewhere, between
lunch, and quitting time, Cy returned to the office and asked the owner if they
had anything else for him to do. The owner, thinking he was being played, went
back to the rail car to find it unloaded. Cy stood quietly; and the owner
exclaimed: “You unloaded that like a cyclone”.
So, Cy was hired permanently,
and it was decades that passed, when I had the honor of helping him on the job.
The nickname stuck, and the respect he earned was not without merit. He earned
his place; and only a shallow fool wouldn’t realize his importance.
There are millions like
Cy in the world. We pass them on the street and some, like me, are honored to
be able to work with them long enough to learn the things that only those that
work with their hands understand. They pass on; and few understand their
importance in the grand scheme of things. Most are anonymous forever. I can’t
let that happen with Lafayette Brown. He was a man, among men, and I was
blessed with the opportunity to know him.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Finish This
If we took all the bureaucrats in Washington D.C., placed them on a large boat, sailed it to the middle of the Atlantic, and sank the boat, what would we have?
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Obamacare and the Nazi Solution
The man called the "architect of Obamacare", thinks 75 is long enough to live. That reminds me of the Nazi's solution for those they considered only useful to a certain point. If this doesn't concern you, you should do a little research. The Federal Government is corrupted by the evil of Socialism, which can be best described as allowing all your personal liberties to be dictated by the whims of the government. Russia tried Socialism; China still does (and I don't give a shit about the nuances of the different types of Socialism). Of the hundreds of millions that died under the brutality of the governments, I doubt even one thought it was a good idea.
Monday, September 22, 2014
If You Find It....
...don't send it back. It's probably ruined....What? My patience.
I lost my patience somewhere today. I'm thinking it fell out, rolled into traffic, and was smashed under the nasty wheels of a garbage truck flying through at a suicide altitude.
The remainder of the day was without patience. My comments were not good to those that must have been paid to breathe. That, or to hold their mouth open and catch flies. I can train just about anyone; even like it sometimes, but there has to be more than a vacuum between their ears. It's that, or they lied about their construction experience; unless their experience was watching Wiley Coyote assemble a roadrunner trap on Saturday morning cartoons.
I lost my patience somewhere today. I'm thinking it fell out, rolled into traffic, and was smashed under the nasty wheels of a garbage truck flying through at a suicide altitude.
The remainder of the day was without patience. My comments were not good to those that must have been paid to breathe. That, or to hold their mouth open and catch flies. I can train just about anyone; even like it sometimes, but there has to be more than a vacuum between their ears. It's that, or they lied about their construction experience; unless their experience was watching Wiley Coyote assemble a roadrunner trap on Saturday morning cartoons.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Apathy, Entitlement and Crappy People
I woke this morning, thought about things, and realized way too many people don't care, expect their existence to be guaranteed just because they want it to be that way, and can only be described as shit. Those just the opposite are forever having their fortunes pillaged, chastised for their perceived foolishness, or taking advantage of the programs that supposedly help the "downtrodden". It's a social disease. A blight on the health of a nation.
Meanwhile, the social media is full of millions of mindless posts, or tweets. The substance of what once was a healthy society is now a continuous series of photos of food, selfies and re-posts of famous quotes; written on a backdrop of computer generated graphics, or photographs taken by some stranger.
We've become a huge photo of Alfred E. Neuman; a gap in our front teeth, a silly smile on our face and our only inspiring words? "What, me worry?"
Meanwhile, the social media is full of millions of mindless posts, or tweets. The substance of what once was a healthy society is now a continuous series of photos of food, selfies and re-posts of famous quotes; written on a backdrop of computer generated graphics, or photographs taken by some stranger.
We've become a huge photo of Alfred E. Neuman; a gap in our front teeth, a silly smile on our face and our only inspiring words? "What, me worry?"
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Allman Brothers Classic
This is a good version. If you know the band, you'll admire the composition.
Marionette
I listen to Rush Limbaugh, every now and then. He's shrewd; and makes good points. One point he's made since before Obama took office was that Obama is purposeful with his efforts; and the efforts are for a fundamental change of the United States.
This is a point I somewhat agree with, but I personally don't feel Obama is shrewd, or as educated as his sycophants suggest. If he was the scholar they proclaim, his education records would reveal this fact, yet there are no public records available.
Obama is a marionette. Like many news anchors, the people that pull his strings only give him a script; and he follows it accordingly. His reward is isolation from the people he serves; except for when such isolation causes negative reactions. Then, a special script is written, and he reads his teleprompter as commanded.
Who pulls the strings? You don't have to look far. His wife is one; so is Valerie Jarrett. There are others, but those two, in my opinion, make the final decisions in everything the President does. They know the power they wield, do so together, and ruthlessly manipulate to achieve their goals.
So what are their goals? Power. They're drunk with it and it shows mostly in the failed nutritional guidelines now mandated for any school district that wants some of the free money for school lunch programs. It's something they now passes recreational use; they're now addicted; and the harm is becoming evident.
Harm? Yes, harm. Obama is now considered a failed President. Between the broken promises, feckless decisions, destruction of the economy and gutting of the military, there is no saving this administration. Even members of his own party are scrambling for distance from the stain of failure. The crucial mid-term election is soon to arrive. Being associated with this administration can end the political careers of those that face a tough challenger.
Meanwhile, the addiction for power grows stronger. With this addiction will come the mistakes such addictions cause. Many are already evident; such as Benghazi, the porous border, the avoidance of prosecuting favorites and the debacle of allowing ISSIS to be formed, due to political posturing.
I keep hoping the media will become responsible. They have much to gain by exposing their puppet, yet they're avoiding the tough questions. Even with the loss of revenue, they're still avoiding pointing out the suit that stands at the podium is empty. Maybe I have too much faith in what was once an honorable profession. After all, if you ask them, they're much smarter than most of us and we should be thankful they're pointing us in the right direction. Unfortunately, they're pointing to the rear; and most people have already seen that. Looking back, they see how much they've lost during the tenure of the marionette.
This is a point I somewhat agree with, but I personally don't feel Obama is shrewd, or as educated as his sycophants suggest. If he was the scholar they proclaim, his education records would reveal this fact, yet there are no public records available.
Obama is a marionette. Like many news anchors, the people that pull his strings only give him a script; and he follows it accordingly. His reward is isolation from the people he serves; except for when such isolation causes negative reactions. Then, a special script is written, and he reads his teleprompter as commanded.
Who pulls the strings? You don't have to look far. His wife is one; so is Valerie Jarrett. There are others, but those two, in my opinion, make the final decisions in everything the President does. They know the power they wield, do so together, and ruthlessly manipulate to achieve their goals.
So what are their goals? Power. They're drunk with it and it shows mostly in the failed nutritional guidelines now mandated for any school district that wants some of the free money for school lunch programs. It's something they now passes recreational use; they're now addicted; and the harm is becoming evident.
Harm? Yes, harm. Obama is now considered a failed President. Between the broken promises, feckless decisions, destruction of the economy and gutting of the military, there is no saving this administration. Even members of his own party are scrambling for distance from the stain of failure. The crucial mid-term election is soon to arrive. Being associated with this administration can end the political careers of those that face a tough challenger.
Meanwhile, the addiction for power grows stronger. With this addiction will come the mistakes such addictions cause. Many are already evident; such as Benghazi, the porous border, the avoidance of prosecuting favorites and the debacle of allowing ISSIS to be formed, due to political posturing.
I keep hoping the media will become responsible. They have much to gain by exposing their puppet, yet they're avoiding the tough questions. Even with the loss of revenue, they're still avoiding pointing out the suit that stands at the podium is empty. Maybe I have too much faith in what was once an honorable profession. After all, if you ask them, they're much smarter than most of us and we should be thankful they're pointing us in the right direction. Unfortunately, they're pointing to the rear; and most people have already seen that. Looking back, they see how much they've lost during the tenure of the marionette.
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