January 31, 2014

For the record

I am not a fan of weddings.

To be clear, I am not a fan of the ceremony part.  I get it, I appreciate the commitment and the whole 'before God, family and friends' thing, but, really, I don't have to be there to know that it happened.

I like weddings for the party.  Not just the party party, but the bigger picture of family gathering together, reminiscing, sharing meals and stories.  And, nothing else has quite the same entertainment quotient as funny-crazy-humiliating drunk-family wedding dancing.  And the cake, yum, especially the groom's cake.

But I digress.

This sudden television infatuation with celebrity performed weddings, regardless of who is getting 'married', is stupid.  Celebrity political statements are just as stupid.

The only people who give a rat's ass about the political agenda of television networks and celebrities are people incapable of an independent thought.  Back in the day, I loved me some Leif Garrett, Shaun Cassidy, and Scott Baio.  I saved my nickels for Tiger Beat, so I could plaster my bedroom walls with their faces.  I soaked up their music and television appearances, but I never modeled my life's beliefs after theirs.

I am not sure who to thank for my character; my family, growing up in the Midwest in the 70's, or something bigger, but, I appreciate whatever forces shaped my ability to keep fantasy and reality in their own distinct categories, and to have a life worth living on its own, not vicariously through some celebrity flavor of the month.

January 30, 2014

The Stereotype Game

Mr. H and I traded vehicles this week, as he has been chauffeuring work associates and their luggage to and fro.  Mr H does not subscribe to satellite radio in his car, as the local ESPN Radio affiliate fulfills all of his auditory commuting needs.  Not having our usual satellite stations to listen to, the kids have radio surfed around as we travel to school each morning.

This morning, on a Dallas-Fort Worth station, described as "hot adult contemporary", the deejays were doing a bit they called something like "Name the Stereotype".  We missed the first part of it, and the official title, but caught the last three segments.  The gist of the bit was that one of the crew described a news story, and the other people in the booth were each asked to guess if the subjects of the story were 'black', 'white', or 'other'.

One of the stories was about the man collecting disability money for blindness, that got caught driving a speedboat and driving to collect the disability check.  They all correctly guessed that he was white.  Because, apparently, only white men commit disability fraud.

Another story was about teenagers that broke into a liquor store, stealing liquor, cash and lotto tickets, and even calling friends and offering curbside delivery of stolen items.  Even with the blatant racism one would expect with such a game, each of the deejays apologized before correctly guessing 'black'.  And that was without the dead giveaway knowledge that the stolen liquor included 55 cases of Hennessy.

The other story we heard was about a man in Philadelphia wrecking his car, getting out of the vehicle, dropping his pants and pleasuring himself in the middle of the street.  The deejays unanimously agreed that it had to be a white guy, because every story you hear about public masturbation is a white guy (thanks Pee Wee Herman and Fred Willard).  The fact that the man crashed his car into a fried chicken restaurant wasn't even enough to sway the 'white guy' opinion.

I was a morbidly fascinated by the bit, wondering how blatant racial stereotyping on a public broadcast hadn't been pilloried or censored by the overtly PC world we live in.  I felt a little guilty letting my kids listen to it, but heck, at least they didn't see the video:

January 29, 2014

Naughty Waldo

Yesterday on the way to school, Bang was telling me that his English teacher had asked the students to write an opinion essay on whether or not they supported the idea to read abridged or altered versions of literary works.

Currently, Bang is reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in English class.  The book's frequent, casual and true-to-the-period use of the 'n-word' is behind the essay assignment.  Apparently, someone suggested that the school use an abridged version of the book that changes the 'n-word' to the word 'slave', in most cases.  To the teacher's credit, she did not express her own opinion about the possibility of using an abridged text when asking the kids to write their essays.
We had a stimulating discussion about the matter, and I was particularly cautious in expressing my beliefs, taking care to try to pull an independent thought out of my child.  While I am trying to raise him to reflect my moral and ethical standards, I want him to craft his own opinions, not just parrot my own.
He didn't disappoint, and, in fact, added some points to my thoughts, as to why it is wrong to try to change a classic work of literature, rather than embrace it as it was written and learn from it.
In doing some background research for his essay, he came across this article and thought I would appreciate reading it, which tells me that, mostly on his own, he has come to the same conclusion as the article's author, "The limitless bounds of politically-correct cultural absurdity have finally extended to the furthest realms of the book world."

Some people can't even stomach a simple 'Where's Waldo?" illustration without getting their panties in a wad about what they think they are seeing.  Here is the original magnified version of the offensive drawing, showing, what some claim to be either a coincidentally placed sand speck, or an erect nipple, and an inter-racial gay couple inappropriately entangled just to the north of topless lady with a guy ogling her:


And here is the censored version of the entire two-page spread of the offensive drawing, where you can see that a dot of green bikini top added, if you have a magnifying glass handy:


And for this, the original 1987 book was removed from libraries, but millions of children watched a half-naked Beyonce grind on a chair at the Grammy Awards Sunday night.  I guess we are all going to hell.

And, where the hell is Waldo in that picture?

January 28, 2014

Wheelchair Truthers

This is really happening.



In my life, I have known (and liked) a man that truly believed that dinosaurs never existed.

I have known someone that was really, truly convinced that the moon landings did not take place.

I know all kinds of crazy; some tolerable, some objectionable, and some that can argue their case convincingly (though they are still batshit nuts).

These people that are now claiming that Greg Abbott has been/could be faking a catastrophic spinal cord injury are beyond the pale.  Do they realize how idiotic they sound when they claim that Abbott has been faking the need to use a wheelchair for the past THIRTY YEARS, as part of his master plan to run for governor?

The silver lining in this bizarro world is watching the wheels come off the Davis campaign.  Wingbats don't realize the damage they do to their candidate by publicly voicing outrageous claims.  This keeps up, and Davis will be defending Abbott.

January 27, 2014

FOD

Remember this name, 'George Tsunis'.

I predict that very soon, 'tsunis' will be used as a slang word representative of 'idiotic nonsensical stream of bullshit spewing out of one's mouth'.
In what the English-language Norwegian news source the Local describes as a display of “total ignorance,” the White House’s appointee for the next U.S. ambassador to Norway made a rather sizeable diplomatic blunder before he even formally got the job.

When asked at his confirmation hearing by Sen. John McCain what he thought of the appeal of the anti-immigrant Progress Party, George Tsunis replied, “You get some fringe elements that have a microphone and spew their hatred. … And I will tell you Norway has been very quick to denounce them." 
The Progress Party may be extreme in their beliefs—in the past they have advocated capping the number of new immigrants to Norway at 1,000 per year and testing all new arrivals for AIDS, and they've stoked fears of the “sneak-Islamization” of the country”—but they’re not exactly a fringe group, and Norwegians haven’t exactly denounced them. Though they’ve lost some support recently, they’re still the third-largest party in parliament and are party of the country’s governing coalition. Progress Party Leader Siv Jensen is currently the country’s finance minister.

I am not a McCain fan, but I am a fan of sarcasm, and McCain nails it after questioning the anointed one's pick to represent on foreign soil, skip ahead to the 2:20 mark:


January 24, 2014

Open carry would solve these issues

Are CHL holder records in your state a matter of public record?
A U.S. newspaper conglomerate has considered building state-by-state databases of people who have the right to carry concealed firearms.
Thankfully, as of today, CHL records in my state ( the Great State of Texas) are only available to law enforcement.  There have been challenges in other states that resulted in rulings saying that such records are public, but not here.  And it doesn't look like Civitas Media is actually throw any money or effort behind getting laws changed, they are just going to troll public records.

You may remember just over a year ago, another newspaper ran a story that included a map of New York gun owners.  Civitas Media has said that they have no plans to do anything similar, but why else would a media company build a national database of such information?  Facts and figures are readily available without putting specific names to the numbers.

Click on this link to see a map and list of the newspapers owned by Civitas Media.  Maybe one is near you and worthy of your opinion on the jackbooted, brown shirted-led information gathering effort that may or may not end in the publication of names of law abiding citizens that are being characterized as something else.

January 23, 2014

Delayed Diligence

In today's digital age, I often remind my children about the immortality of things they post to social media.  Colleges, jobs, potential mates - all will use the power of the Internet to frame their judgment. 

My company conducts background checks on all new employees, along with psychological evaluations (yeah, not sure how I got past that either) and drug testing.  The dossiers always include a selection of greatest hits from Facebook, Instagram, YouTube and Twitter. 

But...

My company started out small, is family owned, and grew fast.  Hiring policies in place now weren't in place when some of the first employees were hired.  There are some skeletons in the closet.  And, for various reasons, every now and then, someone opens the closet door.

What do you do when the girl in marketing was a reality television 'star' whose on-screen persona isn't compatible with the corporate image she is tasked with presenting?  (Other than make a greatest hits video and show it on the conference room big screen).

It is certainly a strange new world we live in, with even the most private people being put on display by well-meaning friends and relatives anxious to tag them in photos and posts.  It is a valuable lesson to take home to my kids to bolster my nagging with real-life examples.

January 21, 2014

Road Rage

There is an elevated level of stress in my life right now.  Work is a disaster.  With the holidays and then school finals last week, my kids haven't yet settled into a normal routine, so home is discombobulated.  Normal ebb and flow, but this week, in particular, is more of a manic peak, and when I am busy like that, I tend to get a little chippy.

I am, at all times, a vocal driver.  I have little patience for idiots on the road, and as anyone that has been on the streets in recent memory will tell you, there are far too many unqualified drivers.  I think that 'talking' to the people who cut me off and fail to signal turns, helps me vent frustration that would otherwise build up.  It has resulted in my children repeating some colorful phrases, but, they also know what is expected of them on that future day that they are behind the wheel.

This morning, my progress was impeded by no fewer than four people that were blatantly texting while driving.  Then, at the next-to-the-last stoplight before my destination, I was cut off by a woman in a Mercedes SUV.  She cut across my lane  to get in the left turn lane.  The light was red, so she maximized her time by applying mascara.  I should have taken a photograph of her personalized plate, to share in my utter disgust at not only her driving, but her attitude.

Her plate read "IMA BOSS".  No, lady, it should be "IMA LUCKY" because given the opportunity, I would have put you in the ditch.  Let's hope our paths don't cross again.

January 20, 2014

FOD

I am too disgusted to write about Moochelle's birthday bash.  I don't give a crap about the Obama's marriage, so I won't mention the rumors that they are having trouble.  Instead, here is a lovely bit that you might want to share with your liberal friends, so that they might understand why so many people are railing against Obamacare.  I read it on White House Dossier, and he reposted from Boker Tov, Boulder!

Receptionist: Hello, Welcome to ObamaFlowers, My name is Trina. How can I help you?

Customer : Hello. I received an email from Professional Flowers stating that my flower order has been canceled and I should go to your exchange to reorder it. I tried your website, but it seems like it is not working. So I am calling the 800 number.

Receptionist : Yes! I am sorry about the website. It should be fixed by the end of November. But I can help you.

Customer : Thanks, I ordered a “Spring Bouquet” for our anniversary, and wanted it delivered to my wife.

Receptionist : Interrupting, Sir, “Spring Bouquets” do not meet our minimum standards, I will be happy to provide you with Red Roses.

Customer : But I have always ordered “Spring Bouquets”, done it for years, my wife likes them.

Receptionist: Roses are better, sir, I am sure your wife will love them.

Customer : Well, how much are they?

Receptionist: It depends sir, do you want our Bronze, Silver, Gold or Platinum package.

Customer: What’s the difference?

Receptionist: 6, 12,18 or 24 Red Roses.

Customer: The Silver package may be okay, how much is it?

Receptionist: It depends sir, what is your monthly income?

Customer: What does that have to do with anything?

Receptionist: I need that to determine your government flower subsidy, then I can determine how much your out-of-pocket cost will be. But if your income is below our minimums for a subsidy, then I can refer you to our FlowerAid department.

Customer: FlowerAid?

Receptionist: Yes, Flowers are a right. Everyone has a right to flowers. So, if you can’t afford them, then the government will supply them free of charge.

Customer: Who said they were a right?

Receptionist: Congress passed it, the President signed it and the Supreme Court found it constitutional.

Customer: Whoa! I don’t remember seeing anything in the Constitution regarding flowers as a right .

Receptionist: It is not really a “Right in the Constitution,” but ObamaFlowers is Constitutional because the Supreme Court Ruled it a “Tax”. Taxes are Constitutional. But we feel it is a right.

Customer: I don’t believe this.

Receptionist: It’s the law of the land sir. Now, we anticipated most people would go for the Silver Package, so what is you monthly income sir?

Customer: Forget it, I think I will forgo the flowers this year.

Receptionist: In that case sir, I will still need your monthly income.

Customer: Why?

Receptionist: To determine what your ‘non-participation’ cost would be.

Customer: WHAT? You can’t charge me for NOT buying flowers!

Receptionist: It’s the law of the land, sir, approved by the Supreme Court. It’s $9.50 or 1% of your monthly income.

Customer interrupting: This is ridiculous, I’ll pay the $9.50.

Receptionist: Sir, it is $9.50 or 1% of your monthly income, whichever is greater.

Customer: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? What a rip-off!

Receptionist: Actually sir, it is a good deal. Next year it will be 2%.

Customer: Look, I’m going to call my Congressman to find out what’s going on here. This is ridiculous. I’m not going to pay it.

Receptionist: Sorry to hear that sir. That’s why I had the NSA track this call and obtain the make and model of the cell phone you are using.

Customer: Why does the NSA need to know what kind of CELL PHONE I AM USING?

Receptionist: So they get your GPS coordinates sir.

Door Bell rings followed immediately by a loud knock on the door

Receptionist: That would be the IRS sir. Thanks for calling ObamaFlowers. Have a nice day and God Bless America.

January 19, 2014

Handy Men

I grew up with 'handy' men in my life.  My dad liked to tinker with cars and motorcycles and build stuff in his woodworking shop.  He had a darkroom where we developed film together.  He loved music and had all the latest equipment for the time, a labyrinth of wiring that makes the disaster behind my television look tame by comparison. 

My grandfather was a farmer, so he was capable of doing everything.  Really.  Carpentry, mechanical, electrical, plumbing, wood, metal...he grew up in a time that there wasn't anyone to call to come fix things, you had to figure out a way to do it yourself.  You may joke about holding something together with baling twine, but I've seen that magic work - duct tape and Super Glue weren't found on the farm 

My childhood friends were mostly boys, and we cobbled together tree houses, bike ramps, forts, and go-carts.  My high school boy friends were mostly car guys, and I spent many an hour handing them tools and reminding them that there were still parts on the ground that they were forgetting to put back in.

Perhaps all of those experiences were part of a divine plan to prepare me for the day that I would marry a guy that isn't handy.  He is really good at a bunch of stuff, but he doesn't fix things.  He isn't incapable, he just never learned to do it, and his youth conditioned him to call for someone qualified to the task. 

I am trying to instill in my kids the ability to measure a task and determine whether it is a DIY project, or requires a paid expert.  This week, when the boy's bathroom toilet needed new innards, I had Bang assist in the installation of the float and flapper.  As part of the exercise, we also compared my Home Depot receipt for the parts, compared to a receipt for the ONE time that a plumber did the same task for us.  Mr H said what he always says, "How do you know how to do so many things?" 

I guess the answer is that I watch, listen, learn, and am willing to read and follow directions.  And I am good at assessing my ability level relative to the task.  And, those are also the same qualities that cause me to have reservations when I delegate a task to a family member that I am not sure will be able to handle it.

This morning, my oldest child (my husband) and my youngest child are headed off to a Pinewood Derby Workshop to build Crash's car for this year's race.  I have helped my kids build 6 or 7 of these cars, once at the same workshop they are going to, but the rest on our own.  I know that the gentleman running the workshop won't let them cut off anything important, and I know that this may well be a lifelong memory for both of them - father and son, sawdust, paint fumes, testosterone central.  Still, the thought of my husband and baby around band saws, disk-belt sanders, and drill presses gives me pause.

I am going to keep a good thought, and double check our First Aid supplies.

January 18, 2014

Poetic Justice or Karma or something like that

Like most big cities, the Dallas-Fort Worth television market has its share of commercials for ambulance chasing shysters.  One such bloodsucker is a man by the name of Brian Loncar.  He even has a nickname, 'The Strongarm', though I don't think nicknames really count if you give them to yourself.

Loncar's commercials feature 'real clients' waving checks at the camera, and announcing how much money they got after being in a wreck.  His tagline is "When you get hurt in a car wreck, you need someone to fight for you." and that he will get you "the money you deserve".  None of the 'clients' featured in the commercials look smart enough to know how much Brian's check was as a result of their settlement.

Mr. Loncar got in a little fender bender himself back in 2009.  While driving his 2008 Bentley, The Strongarm was T-boned by a Dallas Fire Engine running lights and sirens on a call.  Both of those vehicles, as well as a minivan that was caught up in the carnage, were totaled.  Minor injuries to firemen and the minivan occupants, while Loncar was seriously injured.  In addition to a broken pelvis, 10 broken ribs, and a collapsed lung, Loncar...
...was left with a scar from his groin to midchest, no spleen, gouges left from a catheter bag and chest tube, and memories of many hours of painful rehabilitation. He said he feared he might be permanently disabled and become addicted to painkillers.

He's almost completely recovered but still has numbness in his left leg.
Despite being hospitalized for a month, his own team of attorneys managed to file the personal injury claim against the city of Dallas within 5 days after the wreck.  And despite the numbness in his leg, Loncar manages to train and compete in triathlons.

The case moved forward for a bit, but has now been thrown out as the court asserted that the city was protected by qualified immunity.  I hope that puts an end to the taxpayer's footing the bill against this leech, but probably not. 

January 17, 2014

The Twins are Fine

I will start with - no cancer, no worries, nothing to be alarmed about.

Mammograms aren't as bad as you have heard.  I guess for some people they might have a bad tech, or they might be more sensitive than others, but, really, I wouldn't trade a prostate exam for it.

Diagnostic mammograms with increased view angles and magnification aren't pleasant.  More squishing, lots of pressure and uncomfortable positions, and, more handling of the fun bags by a total stranger.  Still, there is no lube or invasive phalange action happening.

Both of the above involve COLD machinery.  Really, how hard would it be to make it warm?

Breast ultrasound is offensive, as it is generally used as a follow up, add-on measure to mammograms but has little to no discomfort.  Ultrasound is equal to one of those rolling massage things - couldn't we start with that instead of the smash-o-rama?

Stereoactic biopsies aren't fun.  It is reassuring to know that there is three-dimensional imaging and a computer guiding the needle on where to go for the tissue sample, but laying face down on a table hoisted up in the air, with a breast hanging through a hole and put in a vise grip while the computer guides the needle to suspicious tissue is a little humiliating and uncomfortable.   

I ended up with one impressively purple and green boob.  I mean, Wow.  That was a bruise worth showing off, but my co-workers acted like they didn't really want to see it.  The other one bled out about a gallon while I slept the first night.  It looked like a murder scene the next morning.  No bruise, though, so that is a bonus.

A week or so later and I am down to one little band aid, which covers the sore caused by a reaction to a latex bandage.  The only band aids in my medicine cabinet that are completely latex free are Duck Dynasty novelty ones, so Uncle Si got to second base.

Not looking forward to starting this process again in six months, but better safe than sorry. 

January 15, 2014

Target's neverending Christmas gift

Dear Target Guest, 

As you may have heard or read, Target learned in mid-December that criminals forced their way into our systems and took guest information, including debit and credit card data. Late last week, as part of our ongoing investigation, we learned that additional information, including name, mailing address, phone number or email address, was also taken. I am writing to make you aware that your name, mailing address, phone number or email address may have been taken during the intrusion.
I am not a frequent Target shopper.  It was downright unlucky, ill-timed convenience that caused me to make three purchases from Target in the past two months.  Now that I have been 'affected' by this Target situation, I dug a little deeper and what I have found disturbs me even more.

As you might have read here, one of my debit/credit cards was identified as being potentially affected by the breach.  It has since been replaced and I am working through that pain in the ass process. 

Last week, the news trickled out that more than credit card info was compromised, that some people's address, phone numbers and email addresses were taken.  I didn't think too much about it, since I do not have a Target 'Red' card or any other sort of relationship with Target that would involve the sort of information they were talking about.

When the above email hit my inbox this evening it became crystal clear to me, the dots that I hadn't yet connected - online purchase information was hacked.

Before Thanksgiving, Target had a sale on XBox games - buy two get one free.  I noticed the ad in the Sunday paper insert and ordered three games.  That is the only transaction I had with Target that would have provided the information that 'may' have been taken.  When my debit card was canceled, it caused me to look back over the three Target purchases I made and refresh my memory of how they were paid for.  One was American Express, one Mr. H swiped his (unaffected) card and on one I used my debit card - and that one transaction was the online purchase.

That raises another issue.  Target claims the breach happened between November 27 and December 15.  Don't let those dates fool you.  My online purchase was November 10.

The email I received goes on to offer one year of free credit monitoring.  Problem is, I have to get an activation code via email, after providing my name and address on a Target website.  Yeah, I feel real good about giving you my name and email again. Your store name has taken on a whole new meaning for me.

January 14, 2014

Celebrating & Supporting Irresponsibility

Comedians Sarah Silverman, Zach Galifianakis and others are scheduled to appear for an evening of comedy and music Sunday to raise funds for Texas abortions.
The event, titled “A Night of A Thousand Vaginas!” will take place at the Largo at the Coronet in Los Angeles and is being billed as an “emergency benefit to help Texas women” who have been affected by Texas’ new abortion restrictions passed in the state over the summer.
The article goes on to explain that the funds raised will help pay for travel, lodging, child care(!), and 'procedures' for women 'affected' by Texas' abortion laws.

Let's get past the obvious, this isn't about people who were raped and ended up pregnant.  This is about people who had un- or under-protected, non-birth controlled, recreational sex that ended up being pro-creational.

Every single responsible American that pays taxes and/or pays for health insurance already subsidizes birth control.  Free condoms, mandatory prescription coverage, Medicaid funded sterilization - we are paying for it.  And yet, the socialist leech mentality that is prevalent in America would have us believe that a surgical procedure that is necessitated due to irresponsible activity, should be available at the corner store, and should be 'affordable'.

I love that the fundraiser includes coverage for child care.  This only reinforces the point that this behavior is willfully negligent.  They obviously know what sort of activity leads to pregnancy.

I am sick to death of irresponsibility being spun into a 'cause'.  Why don't those Hollyweird wonks have an emergency benefit for anything else that really matters?

January 13, 2014

FOD

I am taking the Obama approach.  The dicktator in chief has been in office for five looooong years, so at this point, he owns it.  All of it.  Everything that is wrong with our nation is because of him. 

If there were a decent measure of patriotism left in our citizenry, things like this would not happen:
Beam, the maker of Jim Beam and Maker's Mark bourbons along with other liquor brands, has agreed to be acquired by Japan's Suntory Holdings Ltd. for approximately $13.62 billion.
Our once great American owned beer breweries are foreign-owned.  Two venerable American liquor brands are headed for Japanese ownership.

It is clearly Obama's fault.

Moreover, shouldn't a grand American tradition of low-cost stress relief and relaxation be covered under Obamacare?  We shouldn't let a revenue stream like that go overseas.

January 12, 2014

Some people

A local news story has been elevated to the worldwide level, so you may have heard that the Dallas Safari Club auctioned off a permit to hunt a black rhino.

I don't give a rat's ass, really, about the survival of the black rhino.  Call me callous and uncaring, but I think there are plenty of people watching out for endangered and threatened species of everything worldwide, and my opinion doesn't do anything to affect the likelihood of any of them surviving or becoming extinct.  And while I have a rudimentary understanding of food chains and wildlife interdependence, I also recall a few evolutionary principles that seem to be ignored in the name of saving the last of whatever the flavor of the day is.

The DSC auctioned off a permit lawfully issued by Namibia wildlife authorities to hunt an aggressive, aged, non-breeding male that has been known to kill younger bulls, cows, and calves.  It is wildlife management 101.

Namibia has only recorded 10 black rhino poaching deaths since 2006, the rhino population is GROWING due to successful management techniques.  Neighboring South Africa reported nearly 1,000 poaching deaths in 2012 alone.  Methinks the bleeding heart conservationists need to get their facts and African geography straight.

I typed, and then deleted, a thousand more words, about the idiocy of people who protest crap like this when there is war, disease, and hunger in our world.  We know it.  They'll never get it.  I hope the permitted hunter has the time of his life.

January 9, 2014

Killer Wedgie

You can't make this stuff up:

A 33-year-old Oklahoma man has been charged with killing his stepfather by giving him an "atomic wedgie," that caused the victim to suffocate on his own underwear.

Brad Lee Davis was charged with murder in the death of 58-year-old Denver St. Clair in a drunken family fight at a residence just east of Oklahoma City, the Pottawatomie County Sheriff's Office said in an arrest affidavit obtained on Wednesday.

Police arrested Davis on Tuesday. The affidavit said he "grabbed St. Clair's underwear and gave him an 'atomic wedgie.' Davis allegedly pulled the elastic waistband of St. Clair's underwear over his head and around his neck."

Oklahoma Medical Examiner spokeswoman Amy Elliott said the cause of death was asphyxiation and blunt force trauma.
Death by atomic wedgie.  At the risk of sounding callous, and/or making light of a man's death, and his son's incarceration, I hope that bullies and siblings hear of this and learn that wedgies can kill.

January 6, 2014

FOD

The president thinks that if he says something often enough we will believe it is true - contrary to the facts, evidence, or result staring us in the face.

This has certainly been true for his monstrosity of a health care law.  Remember "you can keep your plan and doctor"?  More people that had a good plan are now without it, than the number of sign ups of people that used to have no plan at all.

For years the president has claimed victory over al Qaeda.  His re-election stump speech reiterated the same phrase over and over, again, “al-Qaeda is on the path to defeat and Osama Bin Laden is dead.”

Some 16 months ago, we had this same conversation, after four Americans were killed in an ambush in Benghazi, yet Obama stuck to his rhetoric as seen in this November 2012 article:
President Barack Obama has described al Qaeda as having been “decimated,” “on the path to defeat” or some other variation at least 32 times since the attack on the U.S. consulate in Benghazi, Libya, according to White House transcripts.

This comes despite Libyan President Mohamed Yousef El-Magarief, members of Congress, an administration spokesperson, and several press reports suggesting that al Qaeda played a role in the attack.

Recently, on Nov. 1 (2012) in Green Bay, Wis., Obama said, “Thanks to sacrifice and service of our brave men and women in uniform, the war in Iraq is over, the war in Afghanistan is winding down, al Qaeda has been decimated, Osama bin Laden is dead.”
That man never gets tired of using the same old line.  I wonder if he said it to Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki, when the PM asked the US for help after the Abu-Ghraib jailbreak last summer, in which dozens of really pissed of al Qaeda leaders escaped?  "Don't worry, Nouri, that terrorist group has been decimated."

And I wonder if Blowie is muttering it to himself as he gets his morning security briefing on the beach, and when he sees world headlines like this one:

Al Qaeda militants seize Fallujah, Iraq

Maybe if Blowie clicks his heels together three times, turns in a counterclockwise circle, spits to the east and sacrifices his firstborn while saying that al Qaeda is defeated, it will be true.

January 4, 2014

Colder than a...

The Big Chill of 2014 hasn't descended on us...yet.  If the forecasters are correct, today's high will be 64 degrees, as Mother Nature's little gift before the overnight temps drop below freezing and tomorrow's high struggles to reach the mid-30's.  Monday morning looks to be the low point here, as for much of the nation, and the Midwest will wake to double-digit negative temps.

There are any number of global warming jokes to be made from the headlines, which read as the antithesis to every prediction the warmists have made for the past two decades.



Standby for the warmist's more recent tired argument, that weather extremes are a result of global warming.  It is their thing, you see, everything has to relate back to their botched science, or their lives have no meaning.

I believe that extreme cold weather is actually a sign of something else.  Something bigger, more cosmic and spiritual.  It is a reckoning of sorts.  Mother Nature, your God, Gaia, Buddha - whatever does it for you - has decided that the time has come...

Try to remember every ultimatum you issued that involved the phrase "when hell freezes over" and prepare yourself. 

January 3, 2014

How Target's mess continues to screw consumers

As of yet, I am unaware that my credit card information was anything other than 'compromised' due to Target's breach.  I have not seen any unauthorized charges to my account, and now that they have it locked down like Fort Knox, I can't even use the damn thing effectively. It isn't comforting to know that some 40 million people share my pain.

Now we have the news that thousands of Target gift cards weren't properly activated.  I haven't seen any indication of why this glitch happened, but it sure does make you wonder what the heck is going on in their systems.  First a credit card hack and then gift cards that were paid for, but no money was put on the cards.

If you are/were a Target consumer and aren't pissed off yet, maybe this will help...

This time of year (post holiday) is arguably the high season for returned merchandise.  As if the draconian return rules of each store weren't frustrating enough, think about this; the standard procedure is to give the refund in the same form of payment in which the item was paid for.  When you use a credit or debit card, they credit your account.  Problem is, to process that refund most stores require you to present the same card that you used to purchase the item.  With some 40 million people getting issued new card numbers over the past three weeks, that simply can't be done.

Stores have the ability to credit any card account, they just don't do it as a matter of policy.  Plus, stores don't want to give you cash or credit back, they want to force you to spend that money in their store, so they try to force you to accept store credit.  If you are like me, the holidays involve shopping at stores that I do not frequent, and I do not want or need store credit, I need my money back.

January 2, 2014

"The Stockholm Syndrome of Statism"

How many basic, Constitution-based, foundational rights are lost to children born in America today?  When an American child takes their first breath, how much of their freedom is already gone?

Recently, there have been several stories in the news about interior border control checkpoints.  My family travels to points south and west in Texas, and there are interior checkpoints on our routes.  I suppose because they have always been there, all my life, and I appreciate the effort to stop illegals from getting any further inland, I never stopped to think about how they violated my rights as a natural born citizen.

This morning, I read a story about a new Oregon law that allows mothers to keep their placentas after childbirth.  (Not my thing, ewwww.) Why does a hospital, or politician, get to decide whether or not you can keep something that came out of your own body?  How insulting for the government to pass a law allowing humans to keep something of their own natural creation.

And the big story of the week, Colorado's heavily regulated and taxed recreational pot industry started selling weed yesterday. And it is this issue that prompted some gentleman named Bruce Fenton to post this FB status:
People are cheering in the streets in Colorado over pot legalization.

An odd world we live in when it's considered some kind of amazing thing to be free enough to own a naturally growing plant without being beaten, caged, handcuffed or having your dog shot and your possessions seized.

This is the Stockholm Syndrome of statism: people so convinced that they need the state and that the state magically grants natural human rights that civilians cheer when they are temporarily not being beaten.

No. Instead I propose that the government has no ever-loving business beating, caging, stealing from or harming anyone for anything unless that person is harming another.

We don't need men with boots and uniforms busting down our doors and those of fellow Americans because of who they love or marry, what they smoke or don't smoke, what they read, who or what they worship and how many guns they own. It's no business of government to take our money to pay police to harm our friends, neighbors, brothers and sisters for actions some politician has decided are a threat to the power of the state,

When politicians decide to reward us petty citizens with a "freedom" like that being done in Colorado - I don't cheer them, I don't thank them, I say "Who the f--- do you think you are to take these freedoms to begin with?"
Exactly.  To the behemoth that is our municipal, state, and federal government, who the f*ck do you think you are to give and take freedoms that are supposed to be a birthright?

January 1, 2014

Happy New Year

Photo by James Croucher


I wish you good health and much happiness in the coming year.