In Case You've Wondered

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

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

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

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

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Getting Them Back To Work

Getting some back to work will not be easy. There's more free money than ever before, many realize they can survive on less than they thought, and many jobs disappeared. The result will be higher government costs, more national debt, and a larger number of people dependent on government. To add insult to injury, many that were furloughed will have a hard time catching up. Their resources are dwindling, and even food is becoming a problem.

The handling of the Covid 19 was a mistake from the beginning. Those that could profit helped in creating an unwarranted panic. Rational thought was thrown out the window, and in the long run, the cure will be worse than the illness. Democrats are trying to remove constitutional rights, and the simmering discontent is becoming more apparent.

I'm seeing more people about. It appears those that are frightened will stay frightened, and those unwilling to sit back and starve are pushing for a return to normalcy. Time will reveal how this all turns out, but the fight to keep individual sovereignty will be necessary. 

Saturday, April 18, 2020

The Terrible Consequence

The first amendment demands with have the right to peacefully assemble. There are no exclusions, and federal law describe any effort by officials to abridge this right - whether by force, or legislation - as a felony.

This coronvirus knee-jerk reaction led to a national effort to ignore the rights described in the Constitution, and the ignorant group of derelicts that make up a substantial part of the media not only are clueless of the law, they ignore the fact most of the problems caused by the virus were the result of greedy politicians using legislation to line their pockets. Those with a vocation specifically protected by the First Amendment don't realize they will suffer for their ignorance.

These are strange, and dangerous times. Foreign influence has almost destroyed our economy, legislators use the citizens as pawns for corrupt activities, and too much of the media doesn't realize they're pawns in an effort to destroy the United States by foreign powers. The supposed brightest members of our society were indoctrinated to believe they received an education which demanded their critical thinking included understanding the importance of a document that protects liberty.

I've examined the thoughts of those that continue to promote those that are self-described as Progressive. They have a bizarre thought process, and are dangerous with their misunderstanding of basic human rights. They don't realize their attempt to try a government that murdered millions is a futile effort that can only be described as that of someone insane. It's a terrible consequence from our education system, and may ultimately lead to the failure of a society created to end the arbitrary whims of those that wish to use their power to control without consequences.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

A Tale of a Rooster

About a week and a half ago, a rooster appeared in the yard. This isn't a really strange occurrence, since many around have chickens. He wandered about, and disappeared at dusk.

That evening, the rooster flew into my nephew's dog pen, lost a lot feathers, and managed to escape - although he was worst for the wear. My nephew caught the rooster, put it in his chicken pen, and he hid behind their nesting boxes. After a day, my nephew brought the rooster to my sister-in-law's pen. That's where the story gets fuzzy, since one story is he escaped, and the other story is my sister-in-law took it to the neighbor's, and threw it over the fence to live with his chickens. Regardless, the rooster disappeared.

Last weekend, while sitting on the porch, the rooster appeared again. He was obviously moving slow, appeared bedraggled, and was not doing well. I went for a piece of bread, broke it into pieces, and coaxed him closer. He ate as well as he could, but appeared to be having a hard time swallowing. I put him a pan of water, and he disappeared again at dusk.

The next day he appeared in the morning. I had no idea where he'd gone overnight, but he was hungry. I gave him some cracked corn we keep for the ducks, which he ate at the end of my porch steps. He'd appear, disappear, and appear again during the day. Late in the evening, I watched him closely. When he wandered off, his nightly roosting place was soon apparent.

He was roosting on top of a cinder block under my sister-in-laws house. He'd found safety from the world that left him scrambling for his life. His tenacious effort of survival was rewarded.

Over the last week, the little rooster gravitated over to my porch. He stays under it, except to eat, satisfy his curiosity about our activities, and is much better. He lost a lot of feathers, when the dogs attacked, and it will be awhile before the wings on one side grow back. There's no way he could fly, so he is very wary.

The rooster's left eye is usually closed, although he'll open it occasionally. There doesn't appear to be any damage, although there's no telling what injuries he sustained.

We now have a permanent resident. He crows in the morning, and during the day. We bought him some chicken feed, so his diet is good. He warns, when a predator flies over, and ducks back under the porch. We'll never know his entire story, but I have a feeling those that do are not willing to talk about their participation. With nobody claiming him, and the fact chickens don't appear from out of nowhere, I have a feeling he's like most roosters. People only want one, those that are not wanted are expendable, and if they don't make it to the pot, they're on their own.

He's a good rooster, and fun to watch. I think we'll keep him.

I need to add he's a bantam. What kind? I haven't a clue, but he's small. He's some type of hybrid, and there are many hybrids.


Sometimes, I just can't fathom things that happen. Yesterday, on Easter  Sunday, my niece, and nephew, let their dogs loose to run. They found the rooster and finished him off. I'm still fuming, and debating whether it's worth shooting their dogs over. This isn't the first time they've killed neighbor chickens.


My nephew's dogs must have carried the rooster away into the woods by their house, and he escaped. He appeared the day before yesterday with a terrible wound, which is healing. I have him in a cage, his appetite is good, and the next big question is what to do with him. 

Cracking Down on Churches

I've read a few reports of churches, and church goers, being targeted by zealous officials. The officials might be thinking they're doing a good thing, but if you think about it, the judges that will be responsible for collecting the fines will find they have no power to do so. The Constitution, and pissed off parishioners, will not turn their cheeks for the fascist efforts of those that have to live in their community. On the federal scale, such things might take a long time to wander through the courts. At the local level, one trip to a local grocery store will let the wannabe tyrants know nobody has their back. That, and how lonely a road can be, when there's nobody to help you repair your automobile.

Friday, April 10, 2020

Bullfrog Serenade

So, this time of dire emergency monetary manipulation has led to my sleeping habits being adjusted. Otherwise, when a passing front woke me, sleep is not on the agenda.

I made a gallon of tea, fixed a glass, and went out on the porch. I sat, thought about things, and then the bullfrogs caught my attention.

There must be around a dozen in the area. They all have different calls. Some are higher pitched, others lower, and some sound like teenagers; their voice breaking from the effort to sound older.

One was probably the old bull. His loud, low call almost echoed in the night, and when he called, the others were quiet for a few moments. I imagine the females are lining up on the bank for his attention.

I'll soon go back out, sit, sip some tea, and listen to the night. It's more pleasant than anything on television, and there aren't any commercials.

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Bunches of Questions

This pandemic raises many questions:

- Was the reaction worth the consequences?

- Will there ever be an accurate count of those affected?

- Will there be a demand for returning to work before the authorities are willing to allow that to happen?

- How much of the economy will remain damaged?

- Was the illness as dangerous as reported?

- Will enough people understand the facts, make logical decisions, and have a willingness to self-educate on such things?

This will probably be the most significant event during my lifetime. With the results maybe lasting for decades, my observation time may be limited. I hope more people will realize how tenuous societies can be, and make the good choices for the continuation of liberty. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2020


After a week of no change, I called my doctor yesterday. They prescribed an antiviral med, and today, the paralysis is showing slight changes. Hopefully this will be over in a few weeks. It will be nice to drink without it dribbling out one side of my mouth.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Anniversry of the Diasaster

I wrote this years ago, and I don't think I've posted it since. 



I was a hundred miles out in the Atlantic, when the Liberty went down. It was a strange occurrence; especially since I served on the Liberty years before.

It was clear night, and the seas were near calm. We’d been fishing for over 36 hours and I finally told the crew it was time to take a break. Fishing was good, they were tired and I needed them for the next big push the next morning. I’d caught a cat nap, while they cleaned the deck, so I was freshest. I’d brewed a fresh pot of coffee and was good for hours.

What was really strange was I was thinking about the Liberty as I sipped hot coffee on the front deck and stared off to the west. We were too far to see land, and the stars shone like beacons in the still night air.

I remembered the forward guns, on which I was a gunner. I had three to help and they were the best – as far as I was concerned. We could lay down more fire than any other two crews combined. Most of them stayed, but I did my five years and left the military. I wanted to have my own boat and knew I’d never had the opportunity if I stayed.

Our chief would constantly give us a ration of crap, but we knew he only did it to not show favoritism. He had more than us to lead and morale could be bad enough without adding any other problems.

As I sat, I thought of how the 100 foot fishing boat I owned would be dwarfed by the Liberty. At almost 800 feet long and over 4000 tons, she was a big ship and well known in the fleet. First in her class, she was long in tooth when she went down.

They never completely determined what happened. Some say it was sabotage; others thought the navigation system failed. I even heard some say they laid the blame on the captain. Maybe so but since he went down with the ship, it was fool’s errand if he was up to no good.

Almost all the crew abandoned ship. With the loss of control, and definite threat of disaster, the captain called for abandoning the ship, while he stayed near the helm. The helmsman and XO refused to leave, so they were lost with the captain.

The first hint I had of something wrong was when something caught my attention on the horizon. I can only describe it as what appeared to be a huge firework rocket; climbing and a dull orange in the thick atmosphere.

Soon, the light brightened. The orange turned to yellow, then finally mostly white. The central area was fuzzy and what appeared as sparks showered from the sides. When it was halfway to the zenith, she started coming apart. What started as one light was now a myriad of lights; tumbling, burning different colors and travelling at different speeds. Trails were apparent and the huge, tumbling mess of light traveled damn near overhead as it burned in the atmosphere.

Within moments, the sounds arrived. There were booms, the rushing sound of something travelling fast and all types of other sounds, including whistles and whirring noises that made my hair stand on end.

As all this happened, I could only stare; wide eyed; my mouth hanging open. The long trail that marked the passage was a shimmering, greenish gold. It hung for minutes after the entire mess continued on toward the eastern horizon.

After about a minute, it was all over. The sound of the night and generator seemed deafening, although they were as quiet as usual. I could only wonder about what I’d seen and had an uncomfortable feeling of dread.

I sat on the front deck until the sky started lightening to the east. I didn’t want to check the radio, or wake the hands. We’d know soon enough, and that was probably too soon.

That fishing season ended that morning. Between the search vessels, restricted areas and general bureaucratic BS associated with what happened, it didn’t take any of us long to count our losses and give it up until next season.

After it was all said, and done, all the money spent was just waste. Nothing was ever determined, except the Liberty couldn’t correct a course error and burned in the atmosphere. Some said she might have made it, but the forward, lower turret (my turret) dragged the entire ship down. We’ll never know and it’s really not important any longer.

Still, every season, on the anniversary, I pour myself a stiff drink, salute the captain, and throw a wreath into the Atlantic. It’s the least I can do. He never abandoned his ship.

Sunday, April 5, 2020

I'm Tiring of the Uncertainty

First, if the Chinese were really sitting on a pandemic pathogen, refusing to stop the spread, and exposing the entire world to illness, may those involved suffer for their lack of humanity. Such things fall under the purges of society by Mao, Stalin, Hitler, and the rest of the liberal Progressives throughout history. There is no punishment really appropriate, except isolation for the rest of their lives in small cells. After a few years, give them a dull knife.

I'm tired of all the B.S. to be found. This virus is deadly, not deadly, spreading rapidly, not spreading rapidly, lasts for weeks without a host, lasts for hours without a host, hospital beds are lacking, hospital beds are empty.....the list goes on.

The media is not to be trusted. Instead of embracing their Constitutional duty, too many fell to the level of tabloid garbage. Conjecture is all the "experts" can present, and sensationalism demands we're told about the illness of an inconsequential wart on the ass of society  celebrity.

If a third of the citizens of the U.S. are as fed up as I am, woe be it to anyone that is the focus of the anger.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

What I've Been Learning

This Coronvirus, which is supposed to be from China - although they disagree, even if that's where it' from - is leading to all important information:

- Whatever you've read, or heard, don't believe any of it. Everyone is lying, fabricating, embellishing, twisting, hyping, and disagreeing. There are no real facts, even if there are.

- Toilet paper is more important than food items. Enough food for months is available, but you can't eat it, since you don't have any toilet paper. So, why buy food?

- Social media is where people are taking out their frustration, and boredom. It's really not much different than any other day, but the arguments shifted to something else most people don't understand.

- People are not qualified to determine what's essential enough to brave disease contamination. They need to have permission from a government official, who represents the most feckless section of society. I'ts like having a blind crossing guard, only more dangerous.

- Influenza isn't important. If it was, people would realize how they expose themselves yearly to a deadly disease and postulate the vaccination is a government plot to reduce the population. Those pesky statistic are all fabricated, and Uncle Pete died from old age.

- A vacation cruise is remarkably similar to an episode of Gilligan's Island, except Maryanne is a whiny, over-weight accountant with halitosis. It's a good thing she's isolated with her cousin on another deck.

- If you have enough money, you can have supplies flown in. Of course, you have to submerge the helicopter in bleach before it lands. That sure ruins the taste of the fresh pastries.

There are other things I've learned, but they're just not coming to mind at the moment. Feel free to add anything in the comments.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

A Mistake to Avoid

I've noticed a lot of resentment towards Baby Boomers. There's anger toward the state of the United States, and this generation is looked upon as a selfish burden that needs to be abandoned, if necessary.

This isn't good, since it's the same ploy used for decades to divide the country, instead of galvanizing to solve a common problem. Universities taught this, so did many government officials. All were part of the grand plan to try the Communist experiment again on an ignorant society.

I'll warn those willing to sacrifice their elders for safety. You'll never have that safety. Those you abandon are far more resourceful than you imagine, and if forced to defend, they'll be ruthless. Their parents passed on the suffering they once faced, they suffered through illnesses you were never exposed to, and they know how to do with much less. They learned this in their younger years, since their parents cherished the things you are so willing to toss away. They know that those that created this division are also ready to take advantage of a weakened society. They'll win, and you will lose your liberty.

Regardless how we reached this point, we're all in the same boat. It doesn't matter who steers, but it needs to be in the right direction. Pointing fingers, throwing people overboard, and expecting someone else to be responsible is a waste of time. Focus needs to be on survival, self-reliance, and the knowledge a global society is not what our founders wanted. The world isn't a large, healthy community, and there are ruthless people that will enjoy your torment to relish their power.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020


Everybody has a different reaction to this Coronovirus B.S., which is usual, but I'm seeing too much fear, and not enough anger. Anger? Yes anger, and why not?

First, the media has been a constant source of caterwauling, with an obvious effort to hide the fact liberal government has not only failed at its basic task, its squandered resources on crap like green energy, feel good programs, overpaying officials, and promising retirements that will eventually bankrupt. If there's one source to blame, the media would be that source. It's failed in the reason it was protected in the Constitution. That's criminal, deserves anger, and retribution to those most involved with the propaganda machine to allow corruption.

Second, the basic decency required by government to protect resources, frugal spending of public money, honesty, and focusing on the health of the nation was thrown out the window. Politicians lined their pockets by allowing foreign influence to destroy our ability of self-sufficiency. They protect themselves with foreign accounts, investments, retreats, and personal bodyguards. The bureaucrats they feed are self-replicating parasites on society as destructive as the lice that infect cattle. The bungling agencies not only fail in basic tasks, they corrupt with illegal activities, destructive programs, and squander money with impunity.

There are many that need punishing for their part in the debacle, and their punishment needs to be severe. Millions are affected by the greed, lack of responsibility, and outright disrespect of those that grease the wheels of society and keep it working. They've not only failed, their actions have destroyed the wealth of millions. People will die, and their deaths were avoidable.