Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Eddie Murphy had a line in one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies where someone supposedly did #2 in the pool and he yelled out "whoever sh** in the pool f***ed it up for everybody." That is so true of our society.
I realize that the job of the news is to report the bad - good news just doesn't sell for some reason. The above link is to a story of a two-time drunk driver killing a motorcyclist last night. Have you ever noticed that it doesn't matter how many laws are on the books, they will be broken? They don't serve as a deterrent. Perhaps its their lack of teeth. Or maybe it's the idiocy of sentencing guidelines. Or maybe it's the damn constitutional freedom from cruel or unusual punishment. Here's a thought: dole out a severe enough punishment often enough and it won't be "unusual." I don't typically advocate anything about militant Islam, but that whole lashing thing seems to be pretty effective. So does hand removal for theft. If judges were left with more options and more discretion, perhaps the criminals would be less inclined to repeat their behavior. There again, if more crimes carried the death penalty with public hanging, stocks, etc., the prison population would be reduced. Nero, that insane Roman emperor, used to use Christians to illuminate the city streets. Perhaps if every city had a lovely "Walk of Shame" with flaming criminals lighting the way, a message would be sent loud, clear, and ah-hmm, BRIGHT.
I cannot count how many times my truck has been broken into and in one instance, stolen. In my past twenty plus years of driving, more than half my cars were burglarized at least once. My house, three times. Yesterday, I discovered that someone stole my USAF license plate. What the hell purpose does that serve? To put it on your 86 Tercel with Wal*Mart clip on spinners? Invariably, you'll get pulled over by the illustrious popo and get hit with having a stolen tag and/or a tag not registered to your vehicle. Smooth move Ex-Lax. I'd be all about allowing the USAF to hunt down the car on the roads and light it up with a pair of sidewinders. That'd be hugely entertaining!!
Some 10,000 brass sprinkler heads have been stolen from area farms in the past year. Why? So the crack heads can take them to the scrap yard to recycle. You would think that the scrap yards would get suspicious, but apparently they don't care. Air conditioners are repeatedly stolen from countless businesses in the "hood" areas of town for their copper. One genius freaked out when the freon escaped in a cloud and he ran to the nearest cop like a frightened school girl. Of course, the brainiac was arrested.
What purpose does SPAM serve other than to clog up Email? Who do you know that has EVER responded to a SPAM solicitation? Responding ought to be as much of a crime as actually generating it. But, the result is SPAM filtering that in many cases prevents legitimate Emails from reaching their intended recipients. You have to advise the recipient to put your address in their "approved" list. Gee, if I have to pick up the phone and call them with that morsel of info, it'd be easier just to tell them whatever I had wanted to Email.
I even learned last night that the teenage girls at my church, who wanted to paint their classroom (which they use twice a week for a few hours at a time), got into a whiny, diva pissing match with each other and their mothers over which shade of pink to paint the room. Who gives a crap? It's not like it's their bedroom. Pick a color and call it a day. Were they my kids, I'd veto the whole thing and paint it blue - just because I could. And all because one entitlement-minded snot-nosed teenager and her mommy can ruin it for everyone.
Pick an issue and I can show you how one rocket-surgeon jacked it up for everyone. How about holidays? No longer can a so-called Christian nation celebrate Christmas (or X-mas), it's RamaHanuKwanzMas - except for the atheists who have to wait for April 1 for their annual holiday. Show me one bit of "good" in this world, and I'll show you how some moron is trying to mess it up.
Wake up, People.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
3 What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there anything of which one can say, "Look! This is something new"? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.
11 There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I was stricken by a bit of an epiphany yesterday. Somewhere in the past few years, I became uncool, of course calling into doubt whether I ever was or if they were just delusions of coolness.
It began last weekend when a whippersnapper showed up at our door peddling alarm systems. We don't need one, per se, but the equipment is a bit dated and for some reason, the lady of the house invited the tike in for tea. (I think she thought he was her type from 20 years ago.) At any rate, he told us of his studies in college and proclaimed that he didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up. Without missing a beat the words "when I was your age" came out of my mouth as though I was some mountaintop guru having vague yet fond recollections of being a sophomore in college. I went on to lament the tragedy of having to decide what we wanted to be as adults when we didn't even know who we were or what interested us. All that interested me at that age were girls, cars, and money. Well, mostly figuring out how to get all of the the above.
My hopes of being a fighter pilot in the USAF via ROTC crashed and burned that first semester when my vision went from beyond perfect to not so much. I was told I could still fly back seat or do anything else, but with no throttle or yoke, my interest quickly diminished. I had no idea of my artistic capabilities or interest in quantum physics or mechanical engineering back then, so I opted for the Speech Communication, Finance, Management track. Speech Comm was great but for the fact that I had no idea what I would do with it. Finance and Management? ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. But hey, the money was good for 16 years. Well, more like 11. Banking wasn't very lucrative even when the industry was at its prime.
So here I sit, 18 years later looking at this youngster with nary a care in the world other than whether we'd agree to have this nifty new alarm system installed. Insert heavy sigh here.
My favorite morning show added a new assistant producer yesterday that some are saying will be more like a co-host. Her name is Meredith, but I'm sure she'll get a fitting nickname like Skankho in no time. I went to her bio on the show's website to discover that she's a relatively attractive 20-something party chick. There are some 30 photos of her doing what most unwed 20-somethings do best. Partying. I also noticed that she hung out with plump chicks. I guess that's her way of ensuring she's always the hottest in the group.
I remarked last night that I can't even recall the last time I felt like partying like that much less actually did. If it's past Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, I'm happy to still be awake, much less shaking my now-larger booty on a dance floor. I have images of Flubber and Fat Albert in my mind as I give thought to myself dancing to anything but Lawrence Welk's Anthology. I hate Meredith. And Alarm Boy - Caped Crusader of Wireless Alarms.
But more than that, I hate having realized that I've gotten to that point where my cool factor is pretty much shot. I think I only THINK that I am stylish and fashionable now. In truth, I'm probably like every other nearly-40 dude give or take a few inches on the waist. In fact, I'm probably like the dude in the link below: at a concert because it used to be fun, but wearing ear plugs because I'd like to retain what's left of my hearing, wearing cheap-ass WalMart shoes because, well, they were cheap. And wearing a doofy looking cap on my head because all the 20 year-old skater dudes do and they seem to be "all the rage."
Having firmly established this latest epiphany, all I can say is, "fetch me my shawl."
Monday, November 19, 2007
- Prison System a Costly and Harmful Failure: Report (Reuters)
- Motor City Named Nation's Most Dangerous (AP)
- China Not Fighting off E-waste Nightmare (AP)
Saturday, November 17, 2007
First, on a barely light note, our beloved, albeit fictitious, Santa Claus in Australia was instructed to no longer chortle with "ho ho ho" as it may frighten children and offend women. Instead, his caricatures must say "ha ha ha." How about "duh duh duh," I ask. Santa has been around far longer than political correctness and let's face it: He's an old dude. And most old guys get a pass on their antiquated figures of speech. Young black guys can call each other "nigga" with no remorse or retribution. White guys can call each other "cracka" with similar immunity, although the term "Florida Cracker" actually came from cattle herders throughout the state that used whips to git their doggies along. The crack of the whip earned them that name. But apparently since Don Imus, in typical fashion, referred to the Rutgers Womens' Basketball team as "nappy headed hos" the term "ho" is now potentially offensive irrespective of whether it's in reference to a wintry character's (don't want to offend anyone by referring to the C-holiday) chortle, a female with nappy hair, a woman of ill-repute, or the latter third of the state Ida's name. Guess we'll be eatin' taters from Ida now . . . wouldn't want to frighten lil chilrens or women whom now, according to the Australians, lack the mental and emotional fortitude to tolerate the age-old chortle from an age-old fart in a goofy red suit.
In today's news of the ludicrous, a Halloween costume award may keep the highly qualified Julie Myers from receiving the Senate's nod of approval to maintain the post of Director of Immigration and Customs Enforcement - a position to which she was appointed in 2005 during a Senate recess.
I cannot fathom why anyone would actually sign on to be a democrat. I've never seen a bunch of people walking around with sticks up their butts looking to wreck everything for everyone like they do. Talk about pandering to the lowest common denominator of the fraction of some disenfranchised minority. Seriously, if democrats didn't keep inventing victims, they'd have a constituency, counting themselves, of about 447, give or take.
The brouhaha stems from a costume contest at the agency (ICE) where she and two other managers awarded the "most original" costume to a cracka, er, an Anglo-Saxon homosapien of male persuasion wearing dark make-up, dreads, and a prison outfit. Insert whiny liberal voice here: "that's insensitive to colored folk who like to wear their hair in a certain way while wearing orange coveralls." Which turnip truck did Harry Reid (liberal hack, Nev.) fall off? Does he so quickly forget that his colleague Robert C. Byrd of West-by-god-Virgina was A FREAKIN KLANSMAN???? As in KKK. The Kracka Kuntree Klub? Byrd probably tied a few knots himself in his day, but shhhh, "he is enlightened now." Oh, WHAT . . . EVER.
Never mind the fact that the "National Association of African-Americans in the Department of Homeland Security" sent a letter to Reid this week praising Myer's commitment to black employees. OK, that's all well and good, but why does HSA need an association for black employees? Do they have one for crackas too? What about Asians for the Ethical Treatment of Panda Bears, the AETPB? Or one for liberal employees called Democratic Unification of Minorities (DUM)?
Sen. Claire McCaskill, (liberal hack, Mo.) says she "can forgive anyone who apologizes for a wrong deed." "But it doesn't change the fact that the incident showed a woeful lack of judgment." Once again, without liberalism, we wouldn't have mediocrity. These folks are the kings and queens of androgyny, homogenization, and pasteurization of society. If it isn't genderless, religious-less, plain, and unremarkable, it's b-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-d. It's freakin Halloween, People. Get over yourselves for five seconds. Even the French, in a country synonymous with "whine" (and wine) can be pragmatic every now and again. The poor guy couldn't dress up as the Easter Bunny (even though the term "Easter" has pagan origins), St. Patrick (sounds too Catholic), St. Valentine (Catholic and possibly gay), George Washington (too white and a Mason), Yankee Doodle (has a song about dandy doodles - could be misconstrued as unlawful harassment), or a Pilgrim (again, too white and they were mean to the Native Americans). So really, what was left? I guess if he dressed in a Klan outfit he'd have been ok with the Libs. Hey, it works for Byrd . . .
Poor Julie. Try the private sector, ma'am. It hasn't devolved THAT far yet. And the pay is marginally better. At least until your naysayers get into office and tax us to death.
Friday, November 16, 2007
The rapists were also sentenced to terms varying from 2 to 10 years. The judges have the discretion to hand down no punishment to death in rape cases. Sure, sounds reasonable. I'm starting the think that sentencing guidelines aren't so bad given this degree of discretion.
Boy, ya gotta love that peaceful religion that gives us Sharia Law. Heck, let's bring that on over to the States. "I Divorce You. I Divorce You. I Divorce You." That's all it takes and you're done. I reckon if you say it with candles and turn around three times in front of a mirror, a genie will appear too.
Oh but that's not all. The judges have stripped her lawyer of his license for trying to defend her. He is up for a judiciary review. I can only imagine what will happen to him . . .
And to think we are amused by Disney's Aladdin. As a rat-owner, I'm offended that they even refer to him as a "street rat." That's offensive to rats everywhere. But the Sultan seems about right: mindless, clueless, and hypnotized by his own stupid rules. And what kind of idiot keeps a pet tiger? Look at those two guys in Vegas. Didn't work out too well for them. Ok, I know it's just a movie, but still.
Sadly, that very mentality is alive and well in our own nation. We have democratic candidates who want to take "excess profits" (whatever those are) from companies and give them to the poor. So much for the main tenet of capitalism: YOU CANNOT HAVE EXCESS PROFIT. The concept is an oxymoron. It's also alive within our beloved homeowners associations.
Yesterday, a letter was received that detailed countless guidelines by which the architectural review committee would carry out their maniacal duties. No more than five trees per lot (you'd think Algore would take issue with that). Ten if you live on a corner (oh bless you great HOA monarch people). Only these specific, bland colors (the lightest two shades available). And only these six colors for your driveway. Plants must be green (even if they are normally yellow, purple, brown, tan, variegated, etc.). Landscape borders must be earth tone - I guess because they're near the earth. Sadly, the only thing down to earth with these clowns are the landscape borders.
Here we have a Board of roughly ten members handing down edicts like little neighborhood emperors and Saudi judges. In the absence of reading the actual rules and the legislation behind them, we'll just make stuff up. If you want to hang a flag no greater than 4.5' x 6' the ARC must still approve it. In a neighborhood of 1100 homes, none of which worth more than $250K on a good day, who gives a crap if you have a garden flag to celebrate the season? While mailbox posts may be replaced with ones of similar size and shape to the original, committee approval must be obtained first. I wonder what happens when a post is struck by a car and needs to be replaced, but it takes a month to get the post approved? Presumably one of the illustrious Board members will wait outside your home each day to retrieve the mail from the carrier and deliver it to your color-approved door, across your color-approved driveway, past your color-approved plantings and five trees, and place it in an approved cardboard box under your pre-approved flag made of pre-approved Egyptian cotton flown from a synthetic pole made by Orthodox Jews who ate only kosher pork for lunch. (For those not in the know, pork cannot be made kosher - unless the Board approves it, apparently.)
So as I look at these Saudi judges and mini-monarchs that are the so-called Board, I return to one of my long-standing conclusions. You've never seen a statue of a committee in a park. And you certainly won't see one where I live if it wasn't pre-approved. By the way, did you know that a group of vultures is called a "committee." Go figure. Seriously, there is a better chance of monkeys flying out of my rear than there is of this committee being found worthy of the respect of the community over which they reign.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Here's my rationale: undesirable traits are said to breed out because those traits result in the demise of the species. Birds without wings for example - not so good if your gig is flying. Breeds out. Can't reach the nest to partake of the, well, birds and bees. So, you'd think that other traits like homosexuality and stupidity would breed out as well. The former because such individuals are not in the business of pro-creating and the latter because their stupidity wounds, or better yet, kills them.
And so I take you to Crackerview, er, I mean Riverview, Florida. My hometown, so I can call it that. Some knucklehead reportedly spread an urban legend around a high school that a hobo, no not Johnny Depp, left some money in or near an anhydrous ammonia pipeline that crosses our beloved Alafia River.
Some of the kids that ride the short bus, apparently, decided to go look for the proverbial pot of gold. What they found was a very real bucket of suck. Drilling into the pipe, as if cash would flow out like water, resulted in one of them being burned over 18% of his body from face to crotch. Granted, second degree chemical burns on the twig and cherries could be argued as punishment enough. But given that it resulted in hundreds being evacuated, $250K in pipeline repair, a major highway closure, business closures, and traffic snarls that spread over 50 square miles, I'm not inclined to be too sympathetic. The real rub is that the pipeline company has stated that they're just going to "eat" the cost of the repair and not seek to prosecute the teens.
Let's make this even more poignant. This little hole involved the fire department, sheriff's office, US Coast Guard, Florida Dept. of Environmental Protection, US EPA, Mosaic (the recipient of the product), Tampa Pipeline, a high-risk welding specialist from 1000 miles away, and countless others. Enormous volumes of water were used to disperse the lingering cloud into the river over two days. The impact of which is yet to be fully revealed. As we are in "manatee season," the season in which protected manatees return to shallower, warmer waters for the winter, no doubt some of them could be impacted. Fish kills? Perhaps. No one knows yet.
I am aghast at that magnitude of this very small issue. A reader to the local paper commented online that he wonders the impact if someone with deliberate malintent took a stick or two of dynamite to this 30 mile pipeline. Then what? There were no emergency shut off valves, no safe ways to depressurize the system, and no other risk mitigation controls. The pipeline is labeled with periodic signage, but of course who reads instructions much less obeys them?
My argument is that if these misguided youngsters are not charged with any sort of crime, then the government agencies, businesses, and individuals impacted by this mini-disaster have a right to claims against them and their parents. Some argue that they deserve to be cut some slack. Not so much. Common sense tells you not to drill into a pipe that isn't yours. Common sense tells you not to steal (be it money or ammonia). Hell, there are laws on the books about stealing. These fools robbed every evacuee from 48+ hours of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Apologies are all well and good, but really . . . who really means it today? Especially kids when you practically have to water board them to get an insincere, attitude-riddled "sorry."
So yes, I think there may be some validity to natural selection, yet it is not comprehensive. Maybe it stops somewhere along the food chain just past the vulture. Otherwise, idiots like this would've bred out ages ago.
Monday, November 12, 2007
However, they remind me of youth sporting activities. There's always that one overly vocal parent - usually a mom - wailing that the wild pitch was intentional. That they tried to hurt "Lil Chauncey." Then, when Chauncey actually does get hurt, as sometimes happens in sports, set the house on fire - it's easier to deal with - because now the moose is loose on the field.
And so it is with a community forum in which I participate. If anyone from there reads this, I suspect they'll know with relative precision of what I speak. But I've found it to be a rather ubiquitous truth. Those with ample idle time to devote to their middle class HOA are also the worst at actually managing it with professionalism, class, and tact. Instead, it's a bash them (the peasants, er, I mean constituents) over the head with a 2x4 till they comply or give up approach.
Recently, a specific development's website message forum was disabled. No real loss as it was mostly a place for the board members to lambaste anyone with whom they disagreed. In fact, it was downright abusive and bordered on slanderous. I'm really surprised it didn't result in more than a few cease and desist letters. Nevertheless, it was brought back up some time later with only the sitting board members as long-standing members. All the rest of the peasants had to re-register and were mandated to provide their street name and use their first or last name in their screen-name. This forum is paid for by the community, so really, if I wanted to be MainStreetHeckler, then it should be my prerogative. Screen names provide enough anonymity to protect you from all but the most obsessive and insane. Given the tactics employed by the ruling party, screen names seem even more prudent if you don't want to be harassed about a crack weed in your driveway. Now, perish the thought, but a few people asked a few legitimate questions after the relaunch.
The questions were met with even more vitriol than before resulting in the forum being shut down, presumably forever. Well, thank Allah/Buddha/and Macy's. Good riddance.
Sadly, the ending isn't so happy. No, the vipers found a larger community forum on which to spew their toxin. And as before, not one word of good, helpful, or kind information was provided. Fortunately, many of those on the larger forum are savvy enough to see a snake in the brush. The newbies are itty bitty fish in a big pond without the clout or credibility they once thought they had. And as is their practice, they think everything is about them. They probably have one Carly Simon song constantly running through their narrow minds.
Stranger still, they try to use private messaging to seduce others into their lair. Fortunately, I don't see that it's working. It only took one person three posts to be seen for who they are. The other one is only a post or two behind. No doubt, others will join. Hopefully, they won't spoil the whole as they did before.
As I mentioned earlier, there's always one . . . and it is loose on the field. If you know anything about moose, they're big, but not too bright. Eventually, size won't be enough and the dim wits will be outwitted.
Friday, November 2, 2007
I was just on my town's forum where a new member was posting about her business. It touted itself as selling "heirloom style products that strengthen family ties." Sounds nice. Even a bit like Mayberry. Heck, at first blush, I'm thinking "sign me up"!! But then it occurred to me, heirlooms are developed, not bought. I cannot go to Sears today and buy an heirloom that means anything to my family. I can, however, look at a Hummel that my father gave my grandmother, that he bought in Germany in 1960 and say, "gosh, that's an heirloom." Four generations of my family have experienced it. Or the wooden camel ottoman that he bought in Turkey during the same tour. Me, my cousins, their kids, and my kids have all ridden on that silly thing as though it was real. Again, four generations. But, alas, in our "have it now" immediate-gratification society, we can no longer wait for an heirloom to form. We must go market them and buy them.
Several of us remarked that you cannot buy heirlooms. I even added that it's probably like other Chinese made crap found in catalogs for pennies on the dollar. Chances are it was made in some substandard factory with leaded paint by exploited children. You would've thought I ran over this lady's dog. With two SUVs.
I didn't realize that my opinion, since counter to hers, was both narrow, prejudicial, AND egotistical all at once.
She is the perfect example of the expression: ignorance is bliss. Frankly, I don't care what she wants to sell or buy. If she can make a success of it and herself, more power to her. That's the beauty of a free market capitalist society. The marks of a socialist or fascist society is one in which free speech and contradictory opinions are slighted or banned.
With that stage set, take a moment to look at the upcoming presidential election. In this corner, at a shrill 145 lbs, Shrillary "The Hun" Clinton. Backing her is Obama "The Magic Negro" and John "Breck Girl" Edwards.
In the opposite corner, Rudy "The RINO" Guillllliiiiiaaaaannnnniiiiiii! Supported by Mitt "The Mormon Monstrosity" Rommmmmnnnneeeeeyyyyy and Fred "Sleepy" Thompson.
As I stand back and look at my choices, I consider my own thoughts from prior elections. Thoughts like: this is the most important election of all time. And of the choices available, especially the last time, Jorge Bush was probably the lesser of all evils, but evil nonetheless. Not one of these individuals is a staunch, unabashed supporter of the Constitution. Not even Bush. And as each of these might be called upon to uphold the Constitution, they should be tried for treason at the first hint of waffling. This includes Bush.
Yet sadly, the majority of the US population is likely similar to this woman who got her dainties in a twist because I insulted her industry. She only sees part of the picture - the part she wants to see. Damn the torpedoes - as long as my myopic perspective works for me, then who cares how it impacts the next generation. Hmmm, for someone sold on selling heirlooms, this mentality is certainly leaving a lousy one for our grandchildren.
But hey, ignorance is bliss. And, "we're so screwed."
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
What I have come to conclude, however, is that humanity is universally incapable of co-existing with itself. Science tells us that homo sapiens are social creatures and require family groups in which to live and thrive. I disagree. (Although the alternative leads to the same problem, so this is mostly just a rant about futility.)
From the dawn of time, man has been at odds. In Judeo-Christian speak, man was at odds with God shortly after being created. Then man was at odds with man: Adam blamed Eve for eating the fruit that the serpent suggested she eat - never mind the fact that she neglected to realize it was a snake to whom she was talking. Then one of their sons killed his brother.
Historically, documents had to be marked with a wax droplet and the imprint of the king's signet ring to be official and binding. Despite this, the contract subscribers would breach their contract and wars would be fought. First on a battlefield, and later in court.
Yet now, our courts don't actually argue the issues so much as they argue about which party wrote the agreement better and what the definition of "is" is. Whether you buy a car, a house, a washing machine, or for some absolutely insane reason, decide to wed, you enter into a binding agreement. In the former instances, the tenets of that agreement are generally clear as to the obligations of both parties. In the latter, not so much. It is far easier to wed than to divorce; and hence why I posit that if you are foolish enough to want to get married, you should first attend mandatory schooling on the process of reversing that 59% odds of a bad decision.
The size of our world's militaries, police departments, and prison systems are concrete evidence that man cannot get along. Man is worse than a cancer. At least cancer cells work together to achieve their end.
I recall a time when I was young, naive, and otherwise foolish enough to think that things were not this way and that mankind was generally good. Some may read this and conclude that I am "just an angry person." In truth, I'm not angry. I'm past that. I like to think that I somewhere between disillusioned and totally indifferent.
The alternative to which I alluded in my opening was for a planet of six billion hermits. Yet, that's not a very practical solution as invariably in our inability to get along, we'll be back to fighting wars and establishing alliances over which ogre gets which tree in which swamp. So to those select few who have somehow managed to achieve your absolute isolation, I salute you. Ironically, your isolation precludes you from reading this and therefore you lack the awareness of your envious fan amongst this dysfunctional experiment we politely call "society." To the rest of you, don't expect to read too many more blogs. My disgust with people is now fully fomented.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I seem to recall from a very young age that there are consequences to my actions. That means, even as a youngster, I knew that if I pee'd my pants, I'd get in trouble - especially in church. Or, if I stole the neighbor kid's Matchbox car from his front porch and then told my parents I "found it" . . . "on the sidewalk" . . . "near uh Chris' house" . . . and then was taken to the kitchen table for interrogation and confessed to my crime under the threat of no snack and THEN had to walk all the way back down there, and ADMIT to my crime to Chris and his parents before I could get my snack, there was a consequence. Oddly, I still love chocolate chip cookies and will do almost anything for them. But I digress.
As a slightly more mature adult (there again, a topic of hot debate), I have discovered that life is a series of "If, Then" events. If I add 2 to 2, then I get 4. If I cheat on my wife, then I get in a crap load of trouble (set the house on fire, it's easier to deal with). If I rob a bank, then I get prosecuted. If I exceed the speed limit, then I get a citation. If I show up late to work, then I get some form of discipline. If I'm already in prison, then I'm expected to follow even more stringent rules. If I don't, then there are consequences.
So I am sick to freakin death of all this whining about the hoodlum who died at a juvenile boot camp. Somehow we have forgotten that it was because he was a CRIMINAL that he was there. We overlook the fact that he did not comply with instructions resulting in the rough handling. He was a punk on the streets and was being a punk in prison. Bottomline. Yeah, I'm sorry that he died - he didn't deserve death. But neither he nor his family should have cause to expect kid glove treatment. Boot camp is, after all, BOOT CAMP. His choice was get his act together now, or spend the rest of his life being a little prison bitch to some other gangsta twice his size.
Same with the Jena Six. I don't care if you're white, orange, green, brown, or purple. If you commit a crime and are legitimately convicted of it, then deal. Build a bridge and get over it. Adapt and overcome.
Maybe the boot camp guards were rough. That's their job. If they were there to babysit, the point to boot camp would be lost. Don't you just love how the media showed much younger school pictures AFTER he died?? His mug shots revealed a punk. Plain and simple. Not a cute, dimple-faced youngster.
There is this chronic cry for equality - racial and otherwise. Well, I posit that until the blacks stop making race an issue, it will remain one. Good luck finding a "whites only" college, scholarship, sorority, or advancement organization. That would be discriminatory. But by god, you can have a race-specific function for everyone else with absolute immunity. The closest thing whites have to a club is the motorcycle gang, the Outlaws, and they don't even like other whites.
It is high time society at large realized that there are two concepts that they must embrace: personal responsibility and common sense. Science taught us that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The classic If/Then scenario is as real today as it was when I first learned how to program in BASIC on a TRS80. And it applies uniformly without regard to race, religion, gender, or socio-economic status.
Go therefore and take ownership of your actions and all that comes with them, good or bad. And if you don't like the results of your actions, you have only one person to fault. And to that, I toast you with a steaming hot mug of shut the %&^ up.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Scientists have discovered that, GASP, sunlight is melting ice on Saturn's moon, Iapetus. This is why, so the theory goes, the moon appears to be starkly black and white. The white parts are ice and the black parts are not. When it gets warm there, -230 degrees F, water vapor is released from the black dust and settles elsewhere and freezes into ice.
What will we do? What WILL WE DO???? Surely someone must sound the alarm. If the ice melts, a rock on Iapedus might get covered with water. Oh but wait, in this case, the water just moves to where it's colder than -230 and re-freezes.
All this warming and cooling talk brings me down to earth . . . a place I like to call my home away from home. So, if sunlight can cause it to be warm enough for water vapor to be released into the atmosphere in some places on Iapedus, is it so unusual that it's also happening here? There is more than ample data to suggest that on a macro level, the Earth's temperature is not changing dramatically one way or the other. The urban heat island effect has been validated and actually stands to reason. However, warming and cooling are pretty standard fare for a planet in this solar system. While we know that greenhouse gases might create an atmospheric blanket that retains heat, that same blanket may insulate the Earth from increased heating from the sun due to increased solar activity; it may also prevent additional cancer-causing UV radiation from reaching the surface of the Earth thereby preventing a pandemic of skin cancers.
But the media and the global warming priests and priestesses don't want you hear of those realities. And they certainly don't want you to know that it's also getting warmer on Mars. So either the Chinese have kicked arse in the space race and have colonized Mars with their carbon-emitting industrial engine, or, hmmmm, the FREAKIN SUN GOT HOTTER.
It is after all a big ball of flaming gas; who would think that it might not heat up from time to time? We know that it sends solar flares into space that disrupt radio signals and satellite communication. So, do the math . . .
Let's think about something else the scientists purport as fact: they say that the dinosaurs died out as a result of the last ice age that was precipitated by an asteroid colliding with our planet and blanketing it with a thick cloud of dust. Where was Algore then???? He could've fixed that problem just by inventing something, right? So, if dust can reduce the planet to a big ice cube, wouldn't it stand to reason that a thinner layer of carbon particles in the upper atmosphere would have a similar effect in terms of reflecting heat and light? Hmmmm.
So here's my dilemma: is "Catastrophic Impending Global Climate Change" science or religion? The path of a hurricane cannot be predicted with absolute accuracy. Next weekend's weather forecast is "iffy" at best. Yet somehow we blindly trust that it will be half a degree warmer in 2107 and the coastlines will forever be changed? Hurricanes change coastlines. Earthquakes change coastlines. Volcanic eruptions change coastlines. Yet we don't try to control them . . . yet. Although, we will jet around in private aircraft to preach our message of doom and expect everyone else to walk to work. "Do as I say, not as I do" is the mantra of fascists, dictators, and religious zealots. It is the religion of Self. I posit that Global Climate Change is the newest rendition of that religion merely creating another pseudo-crisis from which we will need a savior that takes the form of a political party. And anyone who expresses a view counter to theirs will receive the mark and be given to the religion's antagonist. In Christianity, this is Satan. In Islam, it's the rest of us. To the screeching pastors and purveyors of Global Warming, it's conservatism.
Well, Praise Allah and Pass the Pork. I think I'll drive my diesel powered filth spewing eight passenger SUV home today all by myself and smoke a fine cigar with the windows open while I do it. Damn the torpedoes!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
This letter was written by Charles Grennel and his comrades who are veterans of the Global War on Terror. Grennel is an Army Reservist who spent two years in Iraq and was a principal in putting together the first Iraq elections, January of 2005. It was written to Jill Edwards, a student at the University of Washington who did not want to honor Medal of Honor winner USMC Colonel Greg Boyington. Ms. Edwards and other students (and faculty) do not think those who serve in the U.S. armed services are good role models.
To: Edwards, Jill (student, UW)
Subject: Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs
Miss Edwards, I read of your "student activity" regarding the proposed memorial to Col. Greg Boyington, USMC and a Medal of Honor winner. I suspect you will receive a bellyful of angry e-mails from conservative folks like me. You may be too young to appreciate fully the sacrifices of generations of servicemen and servicewomen on whose shoulders you and your fellow students stand. I forgive you for the untutored ways of youth and your naivete. It may be that you are, simply, a sheep. There's no dishonor in being a sheep - - as long as you know and accept what you are.
William J. Bennett, in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997 said: "Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident." We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.
Then there are the wolves and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy. Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.
Then there are sheepdogs and I'm a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf. If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the uncharted path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.
We know that the sheep live in denial; that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.
The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours. Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa." Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.
The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.
Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter. He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.
Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." You want to be able to make a difference. There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.
There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself. Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.
Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When they learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd and the other passengers confronted the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents -- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.
"There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men." - Edmund Burke.
Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision. If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.
This business of being a sheep or a sheepdog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between.
Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. It is okay to be a sheep, but do not kick the sheepdog. Indeed, the sheep dog may just run a little harder, strive to protect a little better and be fully prepared to pay an ultimate price in battle and spirit with the sheep moving from "baa" to "thanks."
We do not call for gifts or freedoms beyond our lot. We just need a small pat on the head, a smile and a thank you to fill the emotional tank which is drained protecting the sheep. And when our number is called by "The Almighty," and day retreats into night, a small prayer before the heavens just may be in order to say thanks for letting you continue to be a sheep. And be grateful for the thousands - -millions - - of American sheepdogs who permit you the freedom to express even bad ideas.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Jena Six is the latest race-related debacle into which the Rev'ren Sharpton has insinuated himself. Somehow, he has drawn a parallel between three white guys stringing a rope noose in a tree (sans a human IN the noose) and six hoodlums who actually attacked a white teenager with malice. Clearly, they intended to kill him. In my personal experience, six-on-one are pretty sorry odds unless the one has a way to equalize the playing field. (Don't even get me started on that.)
The AP writes that: The Rev. Al Sharpton said it could be the beginning of the 21st century's civil rights movement, one that would challenge disparities in the justice system. What disparities? Stringing a noose in a tree as compared to trying to kill someone??? One is metaphorical, albeit reprehensible, and the other is literal. Hanging the noose is akin to hate-speech. Trying to kill someone is a crime. I suppose the prosecutor could've made the leap to "hate speech" had he thought he could get convictions, but as he said, he didn't prosecute the students accused of hanging the nooses because he could find no Louisiana law under which they could be charged. "I cannot overemphasize what a villainous act that was. The people that did it should be ashamed of what they unleashed on this town," Walters said.
Thousands have come from all around to participate in Al's protest du jour. When are people going to realize that they are being used? Manipulated. Coerced. Al and Jesse are stooges for the race-baiting liberal left of the Democratic party. If they don't have real victims, they create them with their rhetoric. And the media eats it up like candy. Our guaranteed right to freedom of speech is a wonderful thing - until it gets abused. I find irony in law enforcement tolerating this kind of rally which has the potential to incite riotous behavior, yet a few states away, they Tazer a college student for lambasting John Kerry with questions. If anything, Kerry deserved to be questioned, even if I couldn't stand the two hour long monotone answer that would follow. And the Jena Six deserved to be prosecuted for trying to kill someone. And the fools who strung a noose should be cultural outcasts with mandates to attend diversity education and participate in classroom sessions to denounce their actions.
Justice for all? Not anymore. That's an ideal target and we have sorely missed the mark. Jesse and Al need to pack their carpetbags and take their disenfranchisement dog and pony show elsewhere. Intelligent Americans are tired of the antics. By the way, what are those two Rev'rens of? Disharmony? Discord? Race? Certainly not the all-encompassing love of people irrespective of their lot in life or the color of their skin. Gee, sounds like Jesse and Al need to read about Jesus' take on things.
In today's news of the annoying, a modern day Noah (like Evan Almighty only different) decided it would be good to make a seed safe deposit box in the side of an Arctic mountain. http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070920/sc_nm/arctic_crops_vault_dc;_ylt=AkczdEYG04upIOmHo9cHoQcDW7oF
It only stands to reason that he hails from the same state as Al Gore - it's really hard to believe Fred Thompson hasn't dissociated himself from that eastern land of liberal hacks yet.
Ironically, this brilliant idea comes on the heals of a similarly brilliant marijuana growing operation that was recently shut down. Stranger still, the pot was grown in a cave, under a lovely house, with state of the art technology, in . . . Tennessee. http://www.southeasternoutdoors.com/outdoors/caving/marijuana-pot-cave.html
No surprise, that Bill and Melinda Gates have dropped nearly $30mm into this brain-child. They're protecting crop species from extinction and the inability to evolve due to war, natural disaster, and the collective stupidity of those in impoverished nations. Norway is contributing some 50 million crowns ($8.6 million) to build the cavern, a sum which Development Aid Minister Erik Solheim said was a pittance for what is gained. "I consider it a development issue ... Poor African countries have fewer resources to protect their genetic heritage than rich countries," he told Reuters at the site. Hmmm, at the risk of sounding insensitive, wouldn't we want some of these underlying issues to "evolve" out of the human species? Issues like ignorance? The inability to adapt and develop your country? The propensity to war? Seems to me as though if you can't eat, you can't waste time fighting wars. Don't give me the bleeding-heart diversity mantra. Survival of the fittest is a veritable tenet of evolution.
What would we have done for the dinosaurs had we been able to ebb the tide of their extinction? Surely they were a benefit to the biodiversity of the planet. Yet, gasp, the planet seems to be fairing just fine without them. So, using that premise, what's to say that some of us shouldn't be allowed to devolve out of the biological gene pool. Those that cannot sustain their clan or tribe or people group will perish and those that can will not. In theory, that's survival of the fittest.
Are we not interfering with what our dear Mother Nature intended by thwarting her plans? Who are we to challenge the creator, whether we embrace intelligent design (vis-a-vis God) or evolution from primordial ooze? Both seem to require a great deal of faith and the reality is that in neither instance are we the masters of our existence.
So, a gigantic walk-in safe deposit box freezer for seeds so people don't kill themselves off. Seems like Western do-gooders have become the enablers of global idiocy. Now who needs to evolve??
Monday, September 17, 2007
A simple look at that the obvious math makes that reality clear. Health care costs continue to outpace inflation. Continuing jobless claims are up slightly over the same period in 2006 to 2.57 million. Home mortgage foreclosures are skyrocketing while rates continue to climb. Credit is much tighter and oil is presently near its record-high in excess of $80/barrel.
However, the Administration will continue to lead us to believe that everything is ok. "Really, these are just nice showers into which you're going. No, that's all rumor that poison gas is what really comes out. Right this way Mr. Mirkowitz."
In Lee County, Florida, new home building permits are down 900% from the same time last year. Statewide, homeowners insurance and property tax rates are crippling many whom already live here and serving to ward off many who would have considered relocating.
Nationally, fuel prices are hovering near record-highs. In 2002, it cost about $70 to fill my SUV's tank. Today, it's $135. It hasn't been "full" in quite a while. I figure keeping the weight down has to help my fuel economy somewhat. Although, not driving at all would help that much more.
Grocery shopping is almost nightmarish; I bought enough yesterday to get through the week with what meat was already on-hand. $127. The only real luxury was a bottle of wine from SE Australia that was on sale for $5.50 (a real dive from my upper shelf taste). The grocer actually bragged that their nearly $4.00/gallon milk price was a bargain of some sort. Honey is outrageously priced, likely the result of the virus that has decimated the honeybee population, and anything that contains any corn byproduct is guaranteed to be more expensive. Why? Because some genius decided that making ethanol out of corn would help curb the oil/gas issues we face. Brilliant. If there weren't downstream effects of that like higher food prices across the board. Whether it contains corn, byproduct, or ate corn before we eat it, the desire to fuel our cars has fueled the cost surge. Simple supply and demand. To date, the media hasn't published analysis to reflect how we're actually worse off now than if they had left well enough alone. Most of us don't have access to ethanol (E85) anyway. Yet we're all paying the price for this new, albeit less efficient, technology.
China continues to manipulate the value of US currency as a result of their extensive holdings of US securities. At any given moment, that one country could flood the global market and wreak havoc on what remains of the weakened US economic position. Of course, this is on the heels of their lackluster controls that either poison our pets or poison our kids.
Intelligence reports from the UK suggest that the US is drawing up plans to resolve Iran's proxy war with the US via Iraq. Some 2,000 targets have already been identified if reports are to be believed. As though two wars in the region aren't enough, let's add another one that will undoubtedly piss off Venezuela's US-hating leader and potentially launch us into conflict with him and his other buddy, Putin, who seems to have single-handedly dismantled his entire government in the past week. Lovely. Three dictators that claim to have been "elected" and all with reason to spew more venom on the US. Of course, we cannot forget the countless disenfranchised radical Muslims who will use any excuse possible to proclaim jihad on America.
President Bush has long desired a legacy for his two terms in office; it would appear that he has achieved a legacy of ineptitude unlike any other before him. Sadly, at this stage, I sound like a typical Democrat just complaining but not offering solutions. But, I don't even know where to start. So much has run amok for so long, that the only place we may be able to start is from rock bottom. And dare I say that it will only take one more terror strike, one more war, or one more economic shove from China and we'll be living as they do in many third world hell holes.
Want proof, read these from TODAY's news:
Don't be fooled, folks. There is nothing cast in stone that says the USA is God's favored nation or that we will always be the superpower that we have known. At the rate we're going forty years wandering in the desert being fed manna from Heaven might not be so bad.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I watched Glenn Beck's segment on the "Perfect Day" last night http://archives.subscribermail.com/msg/2720e942b8bb417dbb9587e96237120b.htm and am sickened by the horrors at Beslan. Intelligence sources are indicating now that a worse version of Beslan is to come in the USA. Teenage girls were raped with gun barrels. Mothers were forced to cool and hydrate their children with urine as they endured days of 100 degree plus temperatures and madmen strung bombs over their heads in the name of Allah. At the risk of angering the real God whom I have never associated with Allah or any other false-deity (hey, it's MY blog and I can say what I want), I'm sick to death of Allah and his crony Muhammad and the zealots who think they are acting on their behalf.
There are lots of "religious wars" in the old testament, but nowhere will you find rape and torture as being endorsed by God. Like those who riot by burning cars and houses and stores in their own neighborhood for perceived injustices, I fail to see how these Islamofacsists can think that their actions are helping their cause.
First, they attack our country on 9/11. Then they whine when they get profiled in society. And then they plan to attack again and use our retaliation as their justification for doing so. Huh??? That's like taunting a dog, getting your hand chewed off, then blaming the dog.
It's odd to me that we don't hear of Christians or Jews or Buddhists or atheists attacking the infidels of their respective faiths. How sad that even the godless know better than the Allah-freaks. From time to time, there may be the rogue who carries out an attack, but it's not a global scale jihad. It's a zealot who usually ends up getting himself killed or convicted or both.
The saddest aspect of this is how we've let political correctness frame our everyday life. This link is to a mock-up of stories that may have been written had we foiled the 9/11 attacks. They are alarmingly too true. http://www.theneweditor.com/index.php?/archives/816-What-If-The-September-11-Attack-Was-Thwarted.html
We've all but forgotten the pain and the patriotism that followed after 9/11. Need we incur another loss of even greater proportion for our memories to remain clear?
Pay attention. It's coming.