July 27, 2014

I'll do better

Sheesh, I've been neglecting this blog. My sincere apologies to both of my faithful readers.

It isn't that I don't have anything to say, I just haven't had time to type it out.  Work is crazy and infuriating, providing ample reason to spend my spare minutes with a Shiner in hand.  When it isn't monopolizing my time, I am trying to soak in the days with all of my family around me.  I realize how quickly the day will come when everyone has gone their own way.  

And blogging about politics has just about worn me out. It isn't even cathartic anymore, just frustrating.  That doesn't mean I am going to to resort to posting cat pictures, but I do need to find more subjects to write about that bring me joy, instead of those that make me want to beat my head against a wall.

July 23, 2014

Skeletons or Welcome Surprises?

The power of the interwebs has led to many found friends and family members.

I admit to cyber-stalking researching and/or stumbling across people from my past.  Some pleasant, some more along the lines of skeletons better left in the closet.  Some people have found me, both welcome surprises and those that got a quick 'ignore' click.

My mother's family is large and close, by most standards.  We know a great deal about our ancestry.  On the other hand, I have never met anyone related to my father, and I know little more than his place of birth and parents' names.

I am wrestling with contacting someone that might not know I even exist.  My father was one that left his hometown in the rear-view and never looked back.  My parents were only married a short time, and my dad died young, well before I was of an age to pose any probing questions or seek information about the family he never willingly spoke of.  I never knew my paternal grandparents, and until recently, had never even seen a photograph of them.

I found, through the magic of the Gorenet and Facebook, several members of my father's family - and, among their internet footprint, photos of grandparents, aunts & uncles, my father's childhood home, and the business my grandparents ran in my father's hometown.

I do not have some deep need to connect with his family, but it would be nice to hear anecdotes about my father's childhood and learn more about the family he never spoke of, instead of just seeing pictures on internet and wondering about the stories behind them.

Unless they are crackpots.

I mean, I could open a Pandora's box.  I know, from my mother's single trip to meet the family, that there are (or were) some colorful characters in my father's family.  Think Appalachian-dwelling folks that would give a hot and thirsty pregnant woman a Mason jar of moonshine, presenting it to her as water, and then cackling like hens when she downed it and then couldn't breathe for 5 minutes.

I could be inviting trouble by connecting with people that my father chose to leave behind.  Or, I could miss out on knowing part of my own history by doing nothing.

July 22, 2014

On idiots

Roger Simon is a political writer over at Politico.  He is also a douche.

Yesterday on the Twitter, he posted this:

There were epic responses, as displayed via Twitchy.

Mr. Simon lives in Washington D.C., so I am guessing that there aren't any illegal alien holding facilities opening up in his neighborhood.  Nothing speaks louder about a man's character, than espousing ridiculous claims based on an opinion of something happening 1,700 miles away, that has not, and likely, will never, affect him.

Americans are being shot at.  American taxpayer's money is being used to house, clothe and feed people who are entering our country illegally.  I am not always my governor's biggest fan, but I applaud his decision to protect our border.

July 21, 2014


Dana Summers / Creators Syndicate

July 19, 2014

The Narcissist in Chief

If your stomach is weak, move on.

Obama has taken to referring to himself as 'the bear'.  He has taken a couple of unscheduled, off-White House-grounds walkabouts recently, and has remarked upon his departure, that, "The Bear is loose".

Monday’s short trip is the second time of late he’s taken an unscheduled walk out of the White House in the middle of the day. The last time, forgoing the motorcade on the way to an event at the Interior Department, he joked that he was like a circus bear off its chain, and “the bear is loose.”
Monday, he repeated that line as he left the White House — and seemed to bristle at the Secret Service’s scrambled attempt to clear the sidewalk for him, saying that their efforts defeated the point of his trip off White House grounds.

Did you just throw up a little?

I can't think of anything, other than hide color, that would serve as a comparison between a bear and Obama, and I am sure that pointing out that single similarity earns me a punch on my racist card.

Obama is not wild, or fierce, or fearsome.  He is not strong or large.  But, wait, maybe there is a worthy comparison to be made between a hibernating bear and a president who is seemingly asleep at the wheel.

July 18, 2014

Ain't that the truth

July 16, 2014

Missed it by that much

I know a few aviators.  There is a certain attitude that comes from people that have the skills necessary to pilot an aircraft.  Many of them display that attitude as a calm confidence.  Many are cocky, with or without cause. Regardless, aviators are a 'club', and the ribbing this guy is going to get will likely lead him to consider a career change:
An Idaho pilot, who was attempting to drop 3,000 ping-pong balls on attendees of Blackfoot Pride Days, missed the mark and dropped the prize-winning balls on the interstate instead.
Police were able to restrain the crowd and prevent injuries after hundreds of the balls ended up in the median between two lanes of the highway.
"You could hear them popping as people ran over them," Taylor said. "People needed to realize that's a dangerous situation. I'm glad nobody got hit and there was no accidents."
This was the first time that the pilot who handled the drop this year was given the job, and it will also likely be the last.