July 31, 2010

I Heart Realistic Leadership for Texas

On the 'girlie' girl scale, I hover around a -3.  I do not like pink.  I do not like ruffles.  I do not like rhinestone encrusted anything.  My house and my wardrobe center around comfort and practicality.  My full name contains two lower case 'i's, I have NEVER dotted them with a heart.  Nor have I ever added a smiley face or swirly flourish to my signature. I like to spell words correctly and cringe whenever I pass 'Kwik Kar' and 'Krispy Kreme'.

I like direct questions and honest answers. 

My friend Whited presented his case for Texas gubernatorial candidate Kathie Glass.  This morning, there was a nice article about her in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, detailing the same event that Whited attended.    

I read Whited's piece.  I read the newspaper article.  Kathie Glass seemed like a tough as nails, common sense kind of a lady.  I clicked on over to her website, which is where the trouble started.  If you haven't rolled over the link above, let me help you out:


Call me shallow, but that is an immediate pink flag for me.  How in the world am I supposed to take her seriously?  Did no one tell her that running for governor requires that you act like an adult, a professional?  On her website, she makes a point of announcing that she moved to Texas on '7/7/77'.  Was it too hard to type '1977'?  Is that some sort of religious reference?  Am I supposed to be impressed that she recalls the exact day?

Kathie, who I now suspect dots her 'i' with a heart or smiley face, has a 5 point plan for Texas.  Problem is, she has been a lawyer for 32 years, not a civil servant.  Her plans are big, flashy and nonsensical.   Her plan for education is to eliminate the school property tax.  Awesome, that saves me about $5,000 a year.  I do have 4 kids to educate...how is that going to happen?  She claims that she can make up the shortfall by eliminating 'frills' like 'education for non-citizens' and 'bilingual education'.  Apparently Kathie hasn't paid attention to the fact that most children are citizens, it's their parents that are here illegally.  That bilingual education thing?  She doesn't mention which second language she is opposed to, or if it is all language.  In several areas around here, Mandarin is the second language of choice.  Language immersion at a young age is widely accepted as being the best path to dual language fluency.  Every college representative that I have spoken to has mentioned the importance of a second language.  Is Kathie against educating young Texans to be suited for a global business career?  Kathie needs to be a bit more direct in what it is, exactly, that she is trying to accomplish there.  Perhaps she will eventually get around to publishing her specific education platform.  The election is just over three months away, so no hurry, I guess.

Under Kathie's plan, no one can lose their home for non-payment of property taxes.  How will city and county governments operate without those tax dollars?  Who pays police, firemen, EMTs?  Where is the money to process your wastewater?  No libraries? Public pools? Parks?  Has Kathie ever participated in the municipal budgeting process?  Sure, she says that the money can be recouped when the property is sold.  Ever been to a tax sale?  My town has one coming up next month.  A property that was condemned and has not paid any taxes for nearly a decade.  The court system has taken four years to get to the point of sale.  The property isn't worth what is owed on it.  The family will still have up to two years to come back and claim the land after the sale.  So the property will remain undeveloped, no hope for generating revenue for anyone - owner, town through sales or property tax, etc...  I know the answer!  Reform the system, right?  There are so many variables affecting Kathie's proposed plans.  I wonder if she really has any idea what she is promising to do. 

Kathie also calls for a property tax appraisal system in which property owners are reimbursed for attorney's fees if they mount a legal fight against their appraisal.  Where does that money come from?  Don't forget that this is a non-disclosure state.  How does one successfully fight an appraisal if their real estate transaction was a private sale?  There is no way to prove market value when the market price is confidential.  Sellers want an inflated value, tax payers want a reduced value.  Sure, there are great strides to be made, but her proposals (the achievable ones) are light-years away.

I won't carry on listing my concerns with her other issues.  They all encompass the same thought process.  A process which I think is too simplistic and naive to support a successful campaign.  I don't like the alternatives, but Kathie needs to reign in her 'plan' and run on platforms that include manageable short term goals, as well as the starry-eyed Utopian hopes for the future of Texas' political leadership.

I checked Whois, and 'glassforgov.com' is an available domain. $9.95 for one year.  That seems like a small price to pay and an easy step toward being taken seriously by Texans.

July 30, 2010

One of the many things wrong with our society

You may have recently read about the mayor of Coppell, Texas purportedly murdering her daughter and then committing suicide.  As details unfold, it is clear that the mayor was unwell and having financial problems.  Among other things, the mayor had been using her city issued credit card for personal expenses. 

As she was a public figure, it comes as no surprise that this murder-suicide was front page news at every step.  From discovery, through investigation, to the release of the autopsy.  Fine.  Public figure, big story, lots of coverage.  I am okay with that.

Last Friday, a gentleman dropped off an envelope at the Coppell city hall.  He did not identify himself.  The envelope contained $10,000 in cash and an unsigned note that asked that the money be used to cover the expenses the mayor had incurred on her city credit card with the rest of the money being a donation to the town.

The city of Coppell reviewed security camera footage and publicly identified the person who dropped off the envelope.  WTF?  Forget looking a gift horse in the mouth, they kicked this one in the balls.

After they identified the man, the media went into a frenzy tracking him down, and then, in turn, his wife, who was the actual gifter of the money.  Now they are busy, scrutinizing every detail of this woman's life, desperate to make a 'story' out of a kind gesture.  I say 'kind' because this woman reimbursed (and then some) the taxpayers of Coppell - of her own volition and with no hope or desire for any credit.  

I think the media is ticked, because they were gearing up for the morbid case of a town suing the estate of its dead mayor to recover the money.  This lady stepped in and prevented another year or two of the media rehashing the dirty laundry. 

I hate that our society has assumed such an air of entitlement when it comes to information.  There is no common sense, compassion or discretion left in journalism.  I want to live in a world without TMZ, go back to a time when everything the Enquirer printed was bullshit (I bet John Edwards would, too!).  It won't stop until we, collectively, have the guts to stop reading and listening to it.  To step back and say, "It's none of my business or concern", and move on. 

What's the over/under on that ever happening?
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry

July 29, 2010


Mr Harper floated the idea of a 'quick trip' to somewhere before school starts.  Translated, that means I get to make all the decisions, do the research and planning and make all of the arrangements.  That also means that I get all of the blame for any un-enjoyable activities and none of the credit if the trip rocks. 

We have been invited, repeatedly, to stay with the family of my youngest daughter's best friend at their vacation home on Lake Travis.  They are the loveliest of people and I know the girls would be over the moon, getting to spend time together.  I shudder at the idea of my family of six invading anyone's home.  I just don't think people realize the scope of what they are getting into when they extend that sort of an invitation!

At the same time, I may be making yet another quick trip to the Hill Country.  My stepdad is playing in a golf tournament in Kerrville.  He wants to take both his RV and his golf cart.  He can't tow both.  I easily could have towed either one down to his playing partner's place in Harper on my way to Blownstar last weekend.  His playing partner travels to our area every couple of weeks and can tow either one back after the tourney.  Too bad that no one bothered to plan in advance.  I don't mind the drive, so I might convoy along with him to Kerrville this weekend, to help him out.  Trying to figure out if I can make a weekend of it with my family, thus fulfilling the 'quick trip' request.

I am also trying to research the most expeditious way to become un-American.  Where can I migrate to and become a citizen the easiest and then return to the USA as an illegal immigrant?  It seems that being in this country illegally is the preferred route to the 'American Dream'.  It is certainly the least onerous path -no taxes, free health care, college financial assistance, free public school translators, food stamps, housing assistance, etc.

July 28, 2010

Kerrcarto's talking....Drink!

I realize that Camp Blownstar looks and sounds like a drunken prank fest.  We do drink a bit, but mostly because we are all busy people who have limited opportunities to cut loose.  We can't all be SRFs like Denny. And we do pick on CD, and have fun posing him with various props - but only because our inner teenager needs an outlet and he is good-natured enough to deal.  What isn't captured in photos or stories are the political debates, scintillating conversations and story telling - seriously.  I have laughed til I cried - Whited must post the caramel pie making incident - and cried until I laughed, hearing others' stories of life's ups and downs.

It's not my place, nor do I have the ability to accurately tell those stories.  Thank goodness most of the Blownstar crew blogs.  Drinking stories are easy to tell, especially with photographic representation, which is why that is what trickles out onto the Internet the most.  

Get a couple of Shiners in him and Kerrcarto uses the f bomb where most people would take a breath or say 'um'.  If he happens to be talking about politics, the usage is markedly increased.  Thus, a Blownstar drinking game was born.

Kerrcarto, did you ever catch on that everyone else was repeatedly raising their glasses of Shiner in unison, while you recounted the story about Paul flaking out on us, you meeting the judge, visors versus caps, the jerks at Rand McNally, etc.?   Did you wonder why you were asked to repeat certain stories over and over?  Not that we needed an excuse to drink, but...

An important note about 'Irish Car Bombs'.  The drink recipe calls for a shot glass filled half and half with Bailey's and Jameson.  The shot is dropped into a glass of Guiness and then chugged.  It is a favorite of the Camp Blownstar host/ranch owner.  Being a gracious host, he didn't shy away when the supply of Guiness was exhausted.  He prepared the shots and glasses of Guiness for his guests and was selfless enough to pour Corona in his glass for the toast.  It took a couple of tries, but I think he got through it.

July 27, 2010

Obama stiffs the Boy Scouts. Pun intended.

The Blowhole is pulling a Paul and skipping out on an appearance at the Boy Scout Jamboree.  Normally, that wouldn't be a major thing, except that this year is the 100 year anniversary of the Boy Scouts.  Coupled with the fact that BHO will be appearing on 'The View' instead.  What a tool.

Thank goodness he won't have the opportunity to blow smoke up the collective asses of the 240,000+ Scouts, volunteers and vendors that attend the National Jamboree.  There probably isn't an outlet available to plug in his teleprompter anyway.

They have the National Jamboree every four years.  My kid didn't go this year, thinking it would be more age appropriate in 2014.  Looking forward to the president's visit at that Jamboree and betting it won't be the Blowhole.

Michigan left turns

This defies explanation.  I really have nothing against people from Michigan, but is the average citizen aware that a traffic movement process that PROHIBITS a left turn, requiring motorists to turn RIGHT then make a U-TURN is called a 'MICHIGAN LEFT TURN'?  Huh?

What Yankee traffic engineer approved this plan in Texas?  If they really thought it would work, they wouldn't be touting it as a 'Michigan left turn', they would have called it a 'Texas Turn' or something.

All this idiotic routing system does is move the congestion.  Instead of one or two stupids sitting in the intersection trying to turn, they are routing a dozen or so cars to the right, where they will have to cross over to the far left lane and then stack up like sitting ducks on a divided highway, waiting to get rear-ended in the U-turn lane.  That is pure genius at work.

It seems goofy, when Texans have embraced roundabouts in several area cities, that they wouldn't consider that sort of an intersection.  In my experience, Texas drivers prefer to be in constant motion, the car a/c works better when the vehicle is moving!

Anybody want to do the math on fuel consumption when 60,000+ cars per day go a quarter-mile out of their way to make a turn? 

July 26, 2010

Blownstar Wildlife

Wandering Wondering deer

Confused buffalo
You've driven a baby to use foul language.  Shame on you, Paul.

July 25, 2010

Missing Bandera

I miss everyone already.  What a great group for the second year in a row at Camp Blownstar.  I had to leave early to come home, and vow to come early and stay late next year to make up for it. 

As depressing as it was to leave, I have been smiling all day long, knowing that Charlie Delta will soon sober up and look at the pictures on his camera's memory card. 

July 22, 2010

Blownstar Bound

Headed to Bandera at o-dark-thirty.  Want to beat traffic and stop at a few specific places on the way and still be there when the partay officially starts. 

I have a family obligation Sunday and will have to come home late Saturday, so I plan on squeezing a weekend of Blownstar Fun into 30 hours or so.

Blownstar Bound, where the men sleep outdoors, the dogs climb trees and lounging in the pool also means you are sitting tall in the saddle.

Back on Sunday.

Adult Attention Distraction Disorder

I started a minor painting project a couple of weeks ago that I turned into much more of a long term project than it needed to be.  It played out like a textbook example of adult attention deficit disorder, except that I actually (finally) finished all of the tasks that I started.  Well, almost.  But I promise I will get it done.  By Christmas.  Maybe. 

It began when one of the dogs tracked mud in onto the dining room carpet.  That ticks me off in a myriad of ways, since the dining room carpet is what renders the room unusable to me for its intended purposes.  I have a three year old.  I clean up spilled _____ three times a day.  When we remodeled a couple of years ago, the dining room carpet was supposed to be replaced with hard wood flooring.  During the remodel, the dining room is where three of my kids slept, since it was the bedroom wing of the house that was under construction.  By the time everything was done up to the flooring stage, we discovered that the general contractor had forgotten to include the cost of the wood flooring in the original bid and, well, we had already gone over budget for the little undiscovered issues that popped up during the job.  The carpet stayed.

Back on topic.  As I hauled the steam cleaner out from the closet, I decided that the entire carpet needed cleaned, rather than just the muddy bits.  I moved all the furniture out (except for the china cabinet that is HEAVY and full of stuff) and went to work.  The next day, as I surveyed the empty room, I decided that since it was cleared out, I might as well paint it - I had the paint in the garage and there was minimal wall prep that needed done.  I painted everything around the china cabinet and then unloaded and moved it, to get to the wall behind it.  This was a two week process, interrupted by a weekend trip out of town.

After taking the switch plates and outlet covers off, I decided that I might as well change out the electrical fixtures in the room.  The remodeled portion of our house has white outlets and white toggle-type switches, while the other half has almond colored fixtures and flip switches.  While changing out the first switch, I discovered that 10 gauge straight copper wire was used to wire our house.  I am not sure if that was common when the house was built, or the product of the Prior Owner/builder of the home, who did all of the electrical work himself.  10 AWG is a nice stout wire, unfortunately, commonly available switches can only accommodate 12 and 14 gauge wire in the handy insert-able back portals.  That means I had to bend the stout wire around the side screw posts.  Three wires per fixture times 12 outlets and 5 switches.  My hands were a little sore.

Walls painted, fixtures changed - and all working, time to move furniture back.  "Well," I thought, "How often do I have everything out of the china cabinet?  I should wash it all."  Obviously, most of the items in the china cabinet are fragile and require hand washing.  That took most of a day.

We have a 12 inch border of parquet wood floor that exists around the border of the carpet.  Don't ask me, I think it was a 1990's thing.  If I am going to continue living with it, at least it should be shiny and clean.  Add another two days of cleaning and waxing wood floor, before moving furniture back.

As of today, the furniture is all back in the dining room.  I haven't yet hung anything back up on the walls.  Still looking at a sheet on the windows, since I took the curtains down and patched the holes where the curtain rod brackets were because I want some blinds or plantation shutters instead of drapes.  The trim is still stained wood, while the rest of the house has painted trim.  But, I ultimately want to get the wood flooring in, which will necessitate removing the trim anyway...

It will all get done.  Eventually.

July 20, 2010

Insurance Post - Profanity Alert

I generally keep it relatively PG-13 rated around here, but the rest of this post is R rated for language.  Please click away if it will offend you.  Otherwise, be my guest:

What does it meeeeaaaannnn?

Celebrating the time honored tradition of making fun of crunchy granola eating, tree hugging, Birkenstock wearing disciples of Gore, I almost wet myself watching this video.  Sometime in recent memory Denny aka the Grouchy Old Cripple posted a video of such people crying over a stump in the forest and the Criplets posted a video of someone 'making a rainbow' with their back yard water hose. My turn!

Up until the 1 minute mark, I was thinking, "I'll have some of what he's having".  The next two minutes were intermittently drowned out by my howling laughter.

July 19, 2010

Nintendo Customer Service

A couple of months ago, the kids' Mario Kart Wii disc stopped working.  It would boot up but then give them an error message.  I looked at the disc and told my kids that it was no wonder that it didn't work, it was thoroughly scratched.

A few weeks later, another game started acting up.  Same thing as far as I could tell, it was scratched on the back.  When the third game became unplayable, I started to get a little torqued.  In the interest of my financial investment in the games and gaming system, I attempted to remove the scratches from the Mario Kart disc.  Our local paper had just done an article about potential ways to salvage a scratched disc, so I tried a few.  All of them do the same basic thing; remove the top layer of the disc, which removes superficial scratches.  Suffice it to say that none of the 'fixes' worked for me, but they did get me looking closer at the scratches.

I soon pulled out every game disc we had and saw a pattern - circular scratches at various points on the disc.  That seemed a bit too coincidental.  I tested my developing theory by observing a new, blemish free disc before, and then after, being inserted in the Wii.  Sure enough, the Wii was scratching the discs.

I followed the simple online steps to send the Wii to the manufacturer's vendor for service. Since the system is well out of warranty, if they were able to fix it, I would be charged $85 for the service and shipping.  I included two of the discs that had become unplayable, as they suggested in their 'prepare for repair' instructions.  I would have sent Mario Kart, too,  but my DIY attempts at fixing it were obvious and I thought it might damage my credibility in blaming the Wii for the initial scratches.

I dropped the Wii off at our neighborhood 'Pack n Mail' place on the afternoon of the 8th.  It arrived in California on the 12th and was repaired and shipped back to me, arriving last Friday, the 16th.  The Wii is fixed, they replaced both game discs and kept me apprised of the status via their online system every step of the way.  All in, it cost me $15 less than it would have to replace the two discs alone.

Thanks, Nintendo.  Maybe you guys could teach Verizon a thing or twelve about customer service and repair of proprietary systems.


 From here.

July 18, 2010

I'm an 11

From Whited.  I can't believe that people don't do better on things like this.  I wouldn't expect to be in the top 5%, but in fairness, I see this quiz as more 'current events' than political news.

You can take it here.

July 17, 2010

An accounting of the cost of illegal immigration, please.

This article really lit me up.
The number of deaths among illegal immigrants crossing the Arizona desert from Mexico is soaring so high this month that the medical examiner's office that handles the bodies is using a refrigerated truck to store some of them, the chief examiner said Friday....Parks said his office, which handles immigrant bodies from three counties, is currently storing roughly 250 bodies and had to start using a refrigerated truck because of the increase in immigrant deaths this month.
At the point that the bodies are determined to be those of illegal immigrants, I propose we drive that refrigerated truck to the border and offload it.  How much is the identification and storage costing the U.S. taxpayer?   The article doesn't mention what ultimately happens to the bodies, but I assume they are returned to Mexico.  How much time is spent trying to reach next of kin?  Does the U.S. ever recover any of these costs from Mexico or the families of the deceased? Hell. No.  And why are the bodies even picked up?  If somebody wants them, they can toddle out in the desert to get them.  I know I am being a hard ass, but I am sick to death of my tax dollar being spent on this shit, when I have attended funerals of bona fide red, white and blue blooded American citizens, where they literally passed a hat to help pay for the burial.  
On Thursday, she said the Border Patrol responded to a call from a husband and wife from Mexico who were experiencing difficulties because of the heat. When agents got there, the 25-year-old man had died; his 22-year-old wife survived and will be taken back to Mexico.
'Responded to a call'?  WTF?  I won't list every calamitous situation in which a legal American citizen died while waiting for a first responder, but seriously, why in the world do we allow our resources to be spent 'saving' alien criminals, just so we can send them back to Mexico to rest up and try again?  Sure, it seems callous, but shouldn't our response to a call from someone entering our country illegally be something more along the lines of, "It sucks to be you"?  I value all human life but believe there is some distinction that has to be made between law abiding citizens and those entering our country illegally.  How can any leader acknowledge that we have American children who starve to death, are the victims of crime that we don't have the resources to prevent, are not appropriately educated due to the limits of the public education system, etc., etc., while justifying the expenditure of a single penny of our money on illegal immigrants?
Deaths among immigrants occur despite public service advertisements warning them of the dangers of the desert, and the efforts of humanitarian groups that man aid stations for immigrants in distress and 20 Border Patrol rescue beacons in remote areas of the desert that immigrants can activate if they need help.
Help me, Jesus.  We erect signs.  Aiding illegal immigrants is a felony, but we call them 'humanitarians'.  We provide rescue beacons for criminals in distress.  I'm guessing that the budget for one of these items alone could provide the resources needed to provide fans, a/c and electricity to prevent another heat related death among the poor and elderly Americans that perish each year without them.  

All in, I probably spend around 100 hours over the course of a year, in record keeping and preparation time, to submit my federal income tax return and battling/validating my property tax assessment on which county, town and school district taxes are based.  Wouldn't it be neato if the government had to provide to me, the individual, a report detailing how they spend those dollars?  Not the generic, categorized crap that is routinely released, but a detailed list including the cost of medical examiner identification, refrigerated trucks, food, lodging, medical care, rescue missions, signs, beacons and transportation for people who enter this country illegally. 

Our government is just as guilty as any illegal immigrant.  They thumb their collective nose at our laws when they make concessions and spend American tax dollars for aid and rescue. 

July 16, 2010

Q & A

The Answer:


The Question:

Three entities that never accept the blame for problems of their own creation.

UPDATED:  Now I have to change my statement.  Toyota and Apple, under pressure and in the media spotlight, did accept some blame. Dare we hope BHO will ever do the same? 

July 15, 2010

Dear Census Worker Guy:

Well, congratulations, you caught up with me.  I had read in the local fishwrap that Census operations were winding down, and my uncle (by marriage only), who was also on the government dole, had mentioned that he had to turn all his stuff in last Monday.  I had all but decided that I was beyond the whole thing.

You lucked into foiling my carefully crafted plan of avoidance.  Census guidelines state that you can take information from someone as young as 15, but can't prosecute anyone under the age of 18, a loophole I planned to exploit.  My 16-year old had been fully schooled in how to answer the ONE question that is Constitutionally applicable.  But you, sneaky rat, didn't go to the door - you caught me mowing the lawn. 

Since you hiked across an acre of sandburs to talk to me, and you were quite personable, I decided I would indulge you just a little.  Was your plan of attack something you thought of on your own, or is the Census Bureau teaching little psychological tricks?  You told me that you were there to confirm that my home was vacant on April 1.  I caught on immediately.  Most Americans who have achieved home ownership would be offended at the suggestion that they didn't, in fact, own their house and would set you straight with all the details of their habitation.  I took Psych 101. 

"Nope," I replied and told you that we had lived here for over four years, and mailed our completed Census form back on March 28th.  Your next psychological ploy involved portraying yourself as my buddy and painting the Census Bureau in a disassociated light.  "Oh," you said, "Well, they must have lost it because they have this address as vacant.  If you would just fill out this form for me, I will make sure they get the information."

Since I was sitting on my running mower, I declined to take the clipboard from you and told you that 6 people lived here, so you could fill it in.  Then I proceeded to say farewell and pull away to continue my yard work.  You followed and said, "Well, they want me to get all this other information."

"Oh, well, if they need information, you can wait right here and I will go get a copy of the Constitution for you to staple to that form." 

I have to commend you on the deflated look you affected at that moment.  Have you had professional training?  Maybe a summer actor's workshop?  The heat index was hovering around 106 degrees and your sheen of perspiration really highlighted the mask of defeat you wore above your drooping shoulders.  "Could I just get your name and phone number in case they have any other questions?" you asked hopefully.

Since it is a matter of public record to begin with, records that your agency could be using much more effectively than door to door canvassing, I yelled my name and phone number at you over the sound of the mower.  I tried to correct you twice, but you copied my number down wrong.  I hope you don't get in any trouble for that.

You left without argument at that point.  I saw that you had to pick some sandburs out of your calves when you got to the street.  Sorry for that, I battle them every year, but have concentrated my efforts on the backyard since that is where the dogs and kids spend the most time.  Nasty little buggers, aren't they?  If they are stuck in your socks or shoelaces, needle-nose pliers are helpful.

I also wanted to apologize for not turning off my mower.  It wasn't meant to be rude, it's just that when it gets hot, it won't restart until it cools off.  I really needed to finish the front yard since it was so deep after a couple weeks of rain.  My new neighbors have been giving me the stinkeye.

I hope you have enjoyed your work as the government's arm twister.  If you get any crap for not getting my full cooperation or for the phone number thing, show your boss this letter.  Though I don't support your job duties, you were nice, polite and had excellent penmanship.  I hope you have another job coming up after this gig, let me know if you need a reference.

One last question, do you get to keep that awesome black canvas bag?



July 14, 2010

Harvey Pekar

Harvey Pekar died on Monday.  If you know who I am talking about, you might have seen 'American Splendor' or be a comic book fan.  I first took notice of Harvey as a high school student, back in the days of staying up late to watch Letterman when he was on NBC, after 'The Tonight Show'.   Carson was for the old folks, Letterman for the young and hip who could still function on 6 hours of sleep the next day.

It's not that Harvey didn't get along with Letterman - it was that he didn't even try to pretend that they knew each other or had any interest in each other outside of that moment in time.  He was authentic.  My group of friends delighted in his appearances on Letterman - it was our water cooler topic the days after he was on.   IIRC, he was 'banned' from Letterman after the appearance shown below.  I don't suppose NBC appreciated the T-shirt message, nor did Letterman like being called a 'corporate shill'.  Harvey didn't mince words.

From 'American Splendor' (the movie):

Robert Crumb: You turned yourself into a comic hero?

Harvey Pekar: Sorta, yeah. But no idealized shit. No phony bullshit. The real thing, y'know? Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.

July 13, 2010

Late Night Mistakes

I was alerted to this website, Late Night Mistakes.  Funny stuff and an easy way to giggle yourself silly for an hour or so.  I especially like the 'Hott Mess of the Day' posts, like this one.  Thank you, God, that Al Gore had not yet invented the Internet in my glory days.

Hey look, it's CharlieDelta's doppleganger:

I would have liked to have seen the 'after removal' picture.  Better yet, video footage of the removal process.  Ouch. 

July 12, 2010

Sweet 16

Today my oldest turns 16. Yikes! I can't be that old. We had been expecting her around mid-August and her early arrival earned her a helicopter ride from Fort Hood to Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio the evening of her first day. There was a storm coming and only her condition warranted the flight - I had to follow in an ambulance two days later. I still have never flown in a helicopter.

Though she has attended a couple of fairly extravagant parties thrown for her friends' sixteenth birthdays, we don't have such a party planned. With a mid-summer birthday, many of her friends are out of town. There has been talk of a party closer to the beginning of the school year, when everyone is back from vacation. Even then, her idea of a party isn't fine china, linen or valet parking.

Today will be spent with family (though I am sure she would rather ditch her little brothers). I believe her final decision was to go to the Fort Worth Zoo. They have a new $19 million Herpetarium that she is anxious to see. She has always loved snakes.

There won't be a car with a big red bow on it in our driveway. Nor will we be making the trip to the DMV. Her knee surgery in May put her a bit behind in her driving education, which is good, as I haven't quite adjusted to the idea of turning her loose on the road.

My down to Earth kid did have a detailed list of the meal she would like to have in celebration of this milestone. Her favorite restaurant is closed on Mondays, so she choose her favorite home cooked items. A menu that kept me busy most of yesterday afternoon, doing what I could in advance, knowing I wouldn't be home today to do it. And despite being an ardent fan of several cake bakery reality shows, her cake request was for an angel food cake with (my grandmother's impossible to get perfect) vanilla buttercream fudge frosting.

Gotta run do her chores for her, one of our traditions is letting the birthday person off the hook for the day. 

July 11, 2010

Memory Lane

While looking for something else last night, I came across a box of greeting cards that I had saved from various occasions throughout my childhood.  Many of the cards were from my grandparents, who are now gone.  Being of that greatest generation, every card included a handwritten letter.  They were filled with the inane news of the time - but reading them now, so many years later, and as an adult, gives me an entirely different view of the kind of people my grandparents were.

I kept the notes out, on my desk.  I want to share what is written with my family members.  I think it is a unique opportunity to show them glimpses of their past from my grandparents' perspective.  I want to see if any of them remember the funny things they did or said, that my grandmother felt were worth repeating to me in longhand.

In one letter, my 5-year old cousin, Ryan, had built an igloo in the yard at my grandparents' farm.  When he left, he told my grandmother to make sure that no one tore it down.  Knowing that the weather was supposed to warm in the coming days, my grandma had replied that, "...Mother Nature is probably going to melt it".  Ryan replied, "I am sure you wouldn't let her do that to my igloo, Grandma". 

I wonder if my cousin Rebecca ever got the Chicken Pox, after reading about her desperate attempts to expose herself when her little sister had them.

I want to call my Aunt Nancy and see if she still has the laundry room cabinets that my grandpa built for her in his living room (much to Grandma's horror), because it was -10 degrees in his workshop.

I wonder if Andy remembers his first school program, wherein the P.E. class 'did some sort of routine'.  Is that code for, 'there were kids and music, but I couldn't tell you what it is they were doing'?

I wonder if I cried as hard the first time I saw the only birthday card I ever received that was addressed in my grandpa's hand, three months after my grandmother died.  He died before my next birthday.

I wonder if my great grandkids will someday thumb through these same cards and wonder why I didn't cash the $20 check my grandparents sent me for my birthday in 1989. 

I never did find what I was looking for in that box, but I sure enjoyed the trip down Memory Lane.

July 9, 2010

Moonbat Nimbys

The scourge of our once peaceful community is now the NIMBY anti-gas well drilling contingent.  I am not sure how many active brain cells they have collectively, but it isn't many.

I have no desire or need to debate the merits or negative aspects of drilling in the Barnett Shale.  I don't own my minerals and I don't live in an area that would allow for any surface drilling on my property.  If I did own my minerals, I would certainly hold a reasonable expectation of being able to capture those minerals.

These local NIMBYS, in true extremist form, are blaming every little thing they can think of on the effects of drilling, hydraulic fracturing, gas compression, pipelines and the by-products of those processes.  Every cancer - human and animal - is being blamed on drilling.  Funny tasting water?  Must be the drilling.  Watery eyes, congestion, scratchy throat?  Must be the high pollen count...wait..nope, must be the drilling.  Potholes?  Drilling.  Hairloss?  Heredity and age drilling.

Incidentally, none of them are turning off the furnace in the winter, the water heater in the hot tub or at shower time or the fancy stoves in their designer kitchens.  

A local rancher sprayed herbicide on mesquite trees in his pasture, with the intent of killing them to clear more grazing land.  He made no secret of it and even used a cropdusting service (those low flying planes are rather conspicuous).  As the trees began to die, you guessed it, the NIMBYs blamed the gas wells.

It is sad, because there are issues related to drilling that need to be addressed.  Governmental and utility power plays that need some balance.  Health, safety and welfare concerns.  Unfortunately, when the moonbats started their perpetual lunar orbit, they lost all credibility.

Considering their track record, I shouldn't have been surprised by anything, but I nearly choked on my tongue when I saw their latest triumph.  An international news story with footage of a local well!!  You'll never guess which esteemed news agency these urban soccer moms got to promote their cause.

Al Fricking Jazeera.  Can you believe it?  There might be a little glimmer of a silver lining.  Surely, inviting Al Jazeera to your home and providing them with detailed information about what is believed to be the largest and most active natural gas reserve field in the United States gets you on some Homeland Security watch list.  It warms my heart to think that a wingnut might have to go through a painfully long body cavity search the next time she returns from Cabo.

Immigration Analogy

I've gotten several e-mail versions of this:

Recently large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Arizona is addressing the issue of illegal immigration.

Certain people are angry that the U.S. might protect its own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country and, once here, to stay indefinitely.

Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests.

Let's say I break into your house.
Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave.

But I say,'No! I like it here. It's better than my house. I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).

According to the protesters, you are REQUIRED:

to let me stay in your house
to feed me
to add me to your family's insurance plan
to educate my kids
to provide other benefits to me & to my family
(My husband will do all of your yard work because he is also hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).

If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my RIGHT to be there.

It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm a hard-working and honest, person, except for well, you know, I did break into your house and what a deal it is for me!!!

I live in your house, contributing nothing, or only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of cold, uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and bigoted behavior.

Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you learn MY LANGUAGE!!! So you can communicate with me.

Why can't people see how ridiculous this is? Only in America.

July 8, 2010

Blonde Moment & Snappy Retort

At the feed store, looking at wormer for the horse:

Harper:  "Yum, this one is apple flavored.  (Turns to daughter, our resident equine expert)  Do you have to give it orally or rectally?"

DD:  "Well, mom, it's apple flavored and horses don't taste with their butt."

How the government is prolonging the worst oil spill in Gulf history

From The Humble Libertarian, Wes Messamore.  This is the text of a narrated video that you can see here.  While this article is specific to the Gulf oil spill, the last paragraph should be our mantra for all things Obama.

Loath to waste a good crisis, the progressive consensus is that America's overwhelming thirst for oil is the ultimate cause of the Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Self-styled progressives argue that if only the government would take more action to regulate energy and encourage the development of alternatives to traditional fossil fuels, disasters like the Gulf Oil Spill could be avoided. As if. Let's take a brief look at the role our government itself played in causing the spill, and see if we can't identify who's ass Obama should kick.

To begin with, it was the Democratically-controlled U.S. Congress that unanimously passed the Oil Pollution Act of 1990, which outrageously set a mere $75 million limit on damages that oil companies would be liable for in the event of offshore oil spills. Imagine telling motorists that they wouldn't be responsible for damages above a certain amount caused by automobile accidents, and that the U.S. taxpayer would simply pick up the tab for the rest. If you can see that this would encourage motorists to drive less safely, take more risks, and cause more accidents, you can see how government meddling may have some small part to play in the Gulf Oil Spill.

Then there's the matter of deepwater drilling itself. Ever try to make quick movements underwater? You probably found that the water density makes movement more difficult than in the air. The deeper the water is, the greater the density is, creating bigger engineering challenges and more risks. Yet this didn't stop the government and its regulators from stopping at nothing to push oil drilling into deeper waters. With the Deep Water Royalty Relief Act of 1995 and the 2005 Energy Policy Act (which then-Senator Obama voted for), the government used taxpayer money to encourage deepwater drilling (and what the text of the Energy Policy Act itself describes as ultra-deepwater drilling).

These two examples alone should make it clear enough already, that the oil industry is hardly an unregulated, free market. Blaming free markets for the spill is worse than merely wrong- it's incredibly naive. But it only gets worse. The Minerals Management Service, which is charged with regulating the oil industry- has a long history of corruption. Government regulators at MMS were accepting bribes from BP employees, using hard drugs and porno during work hours, and having sex with the very oil industry employees they were supposed to be regulating!

On the day the spill happened, the "fail-safe" mechanism for stopping it- the blind shear ram- failed by maddening centimeters to seal off the well, which would ostensibly not have happened in shallower and less dense waters. And despite experts warning the MMS that this very mechanism was vulnerable on the Deepwater Horizon well, the corrupt regulators were impotent to prevent the ensuing disaster. As the oil gushed week after week, calls for President Obama to act became more shrill. But the problem wasn't executive inaction; it was quite active executive obstruction of every solution and every effort to stop the oil.

All foreign ships offering to help in the cleanup efforts were turned away. In all, the State Department acknowledges 21 offers of aid from 17 countries. All were rejected because of the Jones Act, which requires ships in American waters to be made with mostly American parts and staffed with mostly American sailors. Instead of waiving the act in the face of an emergency, as George W. Bush had done after Hurricane Katrina, Obama refused and obstructed all foreign efforts at solving the problem.

Additionally, the Governor of Louisiana found his cleanup and response efforts hampered at every turn by the Obama Administration, which actually ordered Louisiana to cease and desist from efforts to pump oil out of its waters, and also halted Louisiana's efforts to build barriers to protect its beaches from oil damage. Meanwhile government officials in the Gulf are turning journalists away from beaches and barring them from surveying the damage and reporting to the American people. The entire government response has been about as transparent as the oily waters it refuses to let anyone clean up.

With its record of malfeasance, obstruction, and impotence in the case of the Deepwater Horizon spill, any calls for more government involvement are born either of ignorance or total insanity. Instead of calling on the President to get more involved, we should be demanding that he stay the hell out of our way.

July 7, 2010

God Bless Gustus Bozarth

Homeless Patriot. Worth hitting this link for the extended version of the story. 

One little bitty thing; the flag wasn't folded 'military style' or properly. It was folded neatly. The 'journalists' should have left it at that.

July 6, 2010

Home from the Heartland

I spent the holiday weekend in Kansas, the state of my birth.  My mom is the youngest of eight and the only sibling to have ever moved out of state.  The tiny little farming community where my grandparents spent their lives has hosted an Independence Day celebration for 58 consecutive years.  All of my childhood July 4th memories are based there, and I wanted my kids to experience the event while it still happens.

When I have some time to organize my thoughts, I will expound on the death of the American Family Farm, 'flyover country' and how the government has contributed to the demise of the heartland small town.

We had an awesome time.  It has changed very little since I was a kid.  My kids won a box full of cups and glasses at the dime toss.  We had chili dogs made with homemade chili.  The 'talent show' was just one band - but seeing them on that old wooden stage brought back memories of square dancers, child singers and amateur magicians.  The parade consisted of mostly antique tractors, old cars, a couple of politicians running for office and the obligatory saddle club contingent.  Leading it off was the Lion's Club Color Guard - and everyone stood and either saluted or put their hand over their heart, just like you are supposed to.

One of my uncles was the volunteer coordinator for the event this year, and we had all offered to help.  I worked the basketball throw,  those farm kids are good basketball players!  Being a denizen of the modern world, I am used to ridiculously priced fairs and concession stands.   I bought $10 worth of tickets (they were 3 for $1) to start off with, and ended up entertaining my four kids, plus 3 or 4 of my cousin's kids with tickets to spare.  I also fed my family, bought glow-in-the-dark necklaces and raffle tickets and the grand total was under $40.

There aren't many laws against fun where we were, so the kids were shooting off fireworks in the street.  The 'official' fireworks show wasn't set to music or anything, but it was awesome - despite a couple of the mortars not getting far off the ground before exploding.  I guess the shower of sparks just adds to the excitement!

My fourth was a trip down memory lane, and the rare opportunity to give my kids a glimpse of my childhood.  Hope yours was just as enjoyable.

July 5, 2010

FOD and Biden, too - v.2

Biden continues to infuriate and scare me...I dread the day when BHO needs a colonoscopy or something and entrusts our country to Joe for a few hours.

July 4, 2010

July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

July 3, 2010

Oil Change by gender

Oil Change instructions for Women: 

1.  Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 miles since the last oil change.

2. Drink a cup of coffee.

3. 15 minutes later, write a check and leave, driving a properly-maintained vehicle.

Money spent: 
Oil Change: 
Coffee: $1.00

TOTAL: $31.00

Oil Change instructions for Men: 

1. Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, for $50.00.

2. Stop by 7/11 and buy a case of beer, ($20), drive home.

3. Open a beer and drink it.

4. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.

5. Find jack stands under kid's pedal car.
Jack car up.

6. You're on your way now!  Open another beer and drink it.

7. Place drain pan under engine.

8. Look for 9/16 box end wrench.

9. Give up and use crescent wrench.

10. Unscrew drain plug.

11. Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss.

12. Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.

13. Have another beer while watching oil drain.

14. Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.

15. Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.

16. Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.

17. Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface.

18. Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.

19. Remember drain plug from step 11.

20. Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.

21. Drink beer.

22. Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.

23. Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill. Drink beer.

24. Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame removing any excess skin between knuckles and frame.

25. Begin cussing fit.

26. Throw stupid crescent wrench.

27. Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy.

28. Beer.

29. Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop blood flow.

30. Beer.

31. Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.

32. Beer.

33. Lower car from jack stands.

34. Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during any missed steps.

35. Beer.

36. Test drive car.

37. Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.

38. Car gets impounded.

39. Call loving wife, make bail.

40. 12 hours later, get car from impound yard.

Money spent:
Parts: $50.00
DUI: $2500.00
Impound fee: $75.00
Bail: $1500.00
Beer: $20.00

TOTAL: $4,145.00 

But you know
 the job was done right!

July 2, 2010

Whew, that was close

A wayward bullet fired from Juarez hit the El Paso Assistant City Manager's office.

The incident resulted in the Texas AG, Greg Abbott, sending a letter to BHO, demanding more National Guard troops at the border.  Here is the text of the letter.
Dear Mr. President,
Deadly violence from drug cartels and transnational gangs in Mexico is knocking on the United States' door with ever increasing frequency.
Yesterday, gunfire from the cartels pierced that threshold and struck City Hall in El Paso. Fortunately no one was injured or killed. But that good fortune was not the result of effective border control - it was mere luck that the bullets struck buildings rather than bodies.
Luck and good fortune are not effective border enforcement policies. The shocking reality of cross border gunfire proves the cold reality: American lives are at risk. As the attached news article notes: "More than 1,300 people have been murdered in Juárez this year as a war continues relentlessly between the Juárez and Sinaloa drug cartels." Americans must be protected as this deadly war bulges at our border.
Law enforcement officials with the Texas Department of Public Safety and your own U.S. Customs and Border Protection will reveal the hard truth. Our state is under constant assault from illegal activity threatening a porous border.
The time for talk has passed. The time for action is now. The need is urgent. Each day that passes increases the likelihood that an American life will be lost because of the federal government's failure to secure the border.
This threat demands immediate and effective action by your Administration to secure our border. As the Attorney General of Texas, I urge you to make border security your top priority so that no more innocent lives are lost to border violence.
Not quite as abrupt as Arizona Governor Jan Brewer's video message to the pres, but it is better than nothing.

I have a few friends that are Guardsmen.  This call for Guard troops at the border gives me pause.  As in Afghanistan, I think there is a need to review the Rules of Engagement.  Please don't send troops to guard a border that is infested with armed cartel members, unless you are going to empower them to shoot first and fill out paperwork later.  These imbeciles are shooting up office buildings on the north side of the Rio Grande, without cause or care as to what they hit.  Let's treat them with the same amount of consideration. 

Photo and letter text from the El Paso Times.

July 1, 2010


Statistics don't lie

...statisticians do. Or so the saying goes. Regardless, I like the sound of this:
President Obama’s approval rating is just 40 percent in the 60 most vulnerable Democratic House districts, and at 46.6 percent nationally. History tells us when a president is below 50 percent nationally, his party loses more than 40 seats.
This from an article about how BHO's endorsement has become toxic to Dims, while Bill Clinton is working his 'Comeback Kid' magic.

With Obama neutralized, expect the GOP to begin a campaign to discredit Clinton.  Considering the recent high profile Dim politician's marriage failures, out of wedlock children and presumed cases of masseuse grab ass making the news, I wouldn't be at all surprised to see Monica resurface. 

Get your popcorn (and cigars) ready.