Tuesday, January 31, 2012

So Romney will probably take Florida...

And it's kind of funny that the media is salivating over a Romney win and are saying that it's such a 'vote of confidence' for him and a vote against Gringrich.  The thing that no one seems to be mentioning though is that most of Florida now consists of transplanted NorthEasterners.  So when they talk about Florida conservatives, they are really Massachusetts conservatives, which means that anywhere else, they'd be liberal to moderate.

So not such a big thing, I think.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Excuse me DHS, I speak Brit....

One of my favorite stories to tell is when a friend from England came over to visit.  I was doing some laundry and offered to throw his pants into the wash with my jeans.  Only after I saw his look of horror did I realize that we were having a language disconnect and corrected myself saying "I mean your trousers, not your pants.", since pants = underwear in the land across the Pond.  I can't imagine what he thought of the brazen Yank wanting his underwear in those, ahem, ...brief... seconds before I understood there was a problem.

Apparently the Department of Homeland Security isn't aware that even in Britain, there is slang and that it doesn't necessarily coincide with American English colloquialisms.  Via Drudge a story that's disturbing on a couple of levels, a pair of British tourists were denied entry into the US for two Twitter posts:  one that read:   'Free this week, for quick gossip/prep before I go and destroy America" and the other  "3 weeks today, we're totally in LA p****** people off on Hollywood Blvd and diggin' Marilyn Monroe up!", which is apparently a quote from the animated show The Family Guy (an American show, BTW).  Not only did they arrest the couple and hold them overnight (apparently with some 'alleged' drug dealers from below the US' southern border), they sent them right back to England after going through their luggage searching for shovels and spades (presumably the Feds thought they'd bring their digging instruments with them in order to desecrate Marilyn Monroe's gravesite).  Even after they tried to explain that 'destroyed' in British slang means 'get drunk and party' they were booted back home.


So there are a couple of issues here:  1) that with all of the lip-service to cultural sensitivity in regards to certain ethnic groups, the DHS can't be bothered with slang terms from other countries; and 2) that the DHS is apparently monitoring twitter feeds of people coming to the US.

But there's the problem with literal-thinking/unthinking bureaucracies.  No nuance, no context, no repercussions for stupidity.   Now all you have to do is not tweet quotes from American television shows, and apparently you'll have fewer issues at Customs.  

And, by the way DHS--you're a bunch of wankers.







Saturday, January 28, 2012

One of my favorite movies: Two Mules for Sister Sara...

Himself and I have quite the full weekend (yes, firearms are involved) so you get a couple of excerpts from one of my favorite movies:




Friday, January 27, 2012

Christmas in January

We had a late Christmas present today--lunch with Brigid.  Oh yeah, there were gifts too.  You can read here what Himself and I came up with for Brigid--a perfume that will also work as an anti-jihadist repellant and various bits of lemony goodness, plus some homemade cayenne dark chocolate fudge. 

What she didn't mention is what she got for us. 

For Himself, a book called "American Industrial Machinery" by Wendel--a rare book that made his eyes light up when he opened the box.

And in the little shiny container, nestled in Kleenex, a pendant for me.  I'm still in awe.  An exquisite and delicate pendant of blues and golds, like the sky at noon over the prairie.  As beautiful as it is, the sentiment and the compliment that came with it means more--"I saw this", she said, "and thought that it was as beautiful and unique as you are."  I somehow managed not to go all girly-blinky, but it was a struggle.

We shared laughs, huffed her wrist for a while, and then all too quickly, the road beckoned her onward.  Looking forward to her next visit!

Unbearably cool addition to the pole dancing posts...

Go to The Feral Irishman for the video here.  Needs a depilatory but certainly has it goin' on.

Cayenne plus a whole lot more

I am a hot food freak. I don't know why I've developed a superhuman tolerance to peppers (maybe because my biological father smoked a couple of packs a day and put Tabasco, peppers, and cayenne on everything), I don't know for sure.  I also like dark chocolate--a lot--and have purchased just about every 'mexican chocolate'-type candy bar out there.  But nothing suited, quite.  So I found a quick fudge recipe online and have made my own modifications.

So the original recipe is 12 ounces of bittersweet chocolate chips, 1 can of sweetened, condensed milk, walnuts, and 1 tsp of vanilla.  Here's my version:

6 ounces of 82% dark chocolate (small pieces or chips)
6 ounces of 73% dark chocolate (small pieces or chips)
1 can of sweetened, condensed milk
1 tsp vanilla
1.5-2.0 Tablespoons, cayenne pepper
1 tsp habanero powder
blessing of cinnamon

In a non-stick pan melt the chocolate together with the condensed milk over very low heat with the cayenne, habanero, and cinnamon. When the chocolate is melted, fold in the vanilla.  Line a 9x9 pan with waxed paper and put the mixture in, even it out and let cool for a couple of hours.  Use the waxed paper to help get the fudge out of the pan and put on a cutting board.  Take off the waxed paper and cut into one inch squares.

This recipe will not be to everyone's taste (I only know about 4 people other than myself who will eat it), but if store-bought 'mexican chocolates' don't work for you, it's a good way to go. 

WARNING: this stuff is HOT!  Use caution and modify to your own taste.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

So what's with the funky pronounciation??

I don't understand why Demi Moore insists that her first name is deh-mee (accent on the meeeee) or how Cheech Marin (Mare - in) became Cheech Mar-een on the new show Rob.   *sigh* 

And yet we're supposed to trust them to write regulations...

Via Inside Higher Ed News:  The US Department of Education did a study on the racial component of student loan borrowers and the possible effect on the payback rates for student loans, based on race. However, they 'accidentally' left out black students. In a study about race. And the student loan payback rates, by race.

SO their original findings were that race played a 1% variance in the repayment of student loans. Their revised numbers, including all races this time (maybe) would take that variance to 20%. BUT the new numbers wouldn't have an affect on final regulations, states the DOE. And what is their excuse for not changing the final regulations based on (possibly) more accurate figures??
They point to what they see as a pattern of flawed data or other information being used by the department, the U.S. Senate Committee on Health, Education, Labor, & Pensions and, perhaps most notably, the Government Accountability Office.
 SO, their excuse is that other people use crap data all the time so it doesn't matter if we use it too. 

But repayment rates are integral to institutions being able to participate in the federal student loan program.  So for-profit institutions and others that enroll a large percentage of minority students (which I think would be the Obama administration's target audience) end up penalized.

And all they can do is whine that others use bad data so it shouldn't matter.  But seriously, if the Department of Education can't handle something as simple as including all races in a study about race, why should the American public trust them to set rules and regulations on anything, especially educational standards?

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Kudos points to Indiana Sen. Charbonneau

Giving points where they are deserved, Sen. Charbonneau is helping bring back the Fourth Amendment to the State of Indiana. Senate Bill #1 has passed the Senate and is heading to the House. As the Senator said:

"Since the Neanderthal men were roamining the earth it's kind of an understood rule that you don't mess with a man's cave, and that rule has carried through our society up until May of last year. Senate Bill 1 says we're going to abide by that concept."

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Comments at breakfast....

Me:  Most of the best chefs tend to be men.  Except for Julia Child.

Himself:  She was bad-ass.

Also....  why do the best stories start with "We didn't figure that..."  usually followed by an anecdote about explosions?  It's akin to "Hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" but with better endings.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Godwin's law has a rival....

I'm not sure what to call it, but I think the new sign that a person is losing an argument is when they use the phrase 'coded racism'.  Calling someone Hitler is, like, so 15 minutes ago.....  

Yoga isn't that easy sometimes....

I go to yoga at least once a week and like it--going on year two, actually.  My teacher is focused on the physical (not freaky) aspects of it.  There have been times when I've limped home feeling like a tube of toothpaste that's just been squeezed by the Jolly Green Giant. 

Apparently a gentleman in Seattle had a not-so-good experience as a beginner in a hot yoga class (hot yoga is done in a 105 degree room with 40% humidity, generally).    His commentary put me in mind of the 'Great Chili Contest' that's made the rounds since there was an internet (read it here, if you haven't in a while).

Via Advice Goddess, a very funny Yoga Mat for Sale Ad on Craigslist found at MindBodyGreen:

Yoga mat for sale. Used once. - $1 (Bellevue)


Yoga mat for sale. Used once at lunch hour class in December 2009. Usage timeline as follows:

11:45a
Register for hot yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class package and purchase a yoga mat. I pay $89.74. Money well spent, I smugly confirm to myself.

11:55a
Open door to yoga room. A gush of hot dry air rushes through and past me. It smells of breath, sweat and hot. Take spot on floor in back of room next to cute blonde. We will date.

11:57a
I feel the need to be as near to naked as possible. This is a problem because of the hot blonde to my left and our pending courtship. She will not be pleased to learn that I need to lose 30 pounds before I propose to her.

11:58a
The shirt and sweats have to come off. I throw caution to the wind and decide to rely on my wit and conditioning to overcome any weight issues my fiancée may take issue with. This will take a lot of wit and conditioning.

11:59a
Begin small talk with my bride to be. She pretends to ignore me but I know how she can be. I allow her to concentrate and stare straight ahead and continue to pretend that I don't exist. As we finish sharing our special moment, I am suddenly aware of a sweat moustache that has formed below my nose. This must be from the all the whispering between us.

12:00p
Instructor enters the room and ascends her special podium at the front of the room. She is a slight, agitated Chinese woman. She introduces me to the class and everyone turns around to greet me just as I decide to aggressively adjust my penis and testes packed in my Under Armor. My bride is notably unfazed.

12:02p
Since I do have experience with Hot Yoga (4 sessions just 5 short years ago) I fully consider that I may be so outstanding and skilled that my instructor may call me out and ask me to guide the class. My wife will look on with a sparkle in her eye. We will make love after class.

12:10p
It is now up to 95 degrees in the room. We have been practicing deep breathing exercises for the last 8 minutes. This would not be a problem if we were all breathing actual, you know, oxygen. Instead, we are breathing each other's body odor, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables. (Don't worry, I'll mention them later.)

12:26p
It is now 100 degrees and I take notice of the humidity, which is hovering at about 90%. I feel the familiar adorning stare of my bride and decide to look back at her. She appears to be nauseated. I then realize that I forgot to brush my teeth prior to attending this class. We bond.

12:33p
It is now 110 degrees and 95% humidity. I am now balancing on one leg with the other leg crossed over the other. My arms are intertwined and I am squatting. The last time I was in this position was 44 years ago in the womb, but I'm in this for the long haul. My wife looks slightly weathered dripping sweat and her eyeliner is streaming down her face. Well, "for better or worse" is what we committed to so we press on.

12:40p
The overweight Hispanic man two spots over has sweat running down his legs. At least I think its sweat. He is holding every position and has not had a sip of water since we walked in. He is making me look bad and I hate him.

12:44p
I consider that if anyone in this room farted that we would all certainly perish.

12:52p
It is now 140 degrees and 100% humidity. I am covered from head to toe in sweat. There is not a square millimeter on my body that is not slippery and sweaty. I am so slimy that I feel like a sea lion or a maybe sea eel. Not even a bear trap could hold me. The sweat is stinging my eyeballs and I can no longer see.

12:55p
This room stinks of asparagus, cloves, tuna and tacos. There is no food in the room. I realize that this is an amalgamation of the body odors of 30 people in a 140 degree room for the last 55 minutes. Seriously, enough with the asparagus, ok?

1:01p
140 degrees and 130% humidity. Look, bitch, I need my space here so don't get all pissy with me if I accidentally sprayed you with sweat as I flipped over. Seriously, is that where this relationship is going? Get over yourself. We need counseling and she needs to be medicated. Stat!

1:09p
150 degrees and cloudy. And hot. I can no longer move my limbs on my own. I have given up on attempting any of the commands this Chinese chick is yelling out at us. I will lay sedentary until the aid unit arrives. I will buy this building and then have it destroyed.
I lose consciousness.

1:15p
I have a headache and my wife is being a selfish bitch. I can't really breathe. All I can think about is holding a cup worth of hot sand in my mouth. I cannot remember what an ice cube is and cannot remember what snow looks like. I consider that my only escape might be a crab walk across 15 bodies and then out of the room. I am paralyzed, and may never walk again so the whole crab walk thing is pretty much out.

1:17p
I cannot move at all and cannot reach my water. Is breathing voluntary or involuntary? If it's voluntary, I am screwed. I stopped participating in the class 20 minutes ago. Hey, lady! I paid for this frickin class, ok?! You work for me! Stop yelling at everyone and just tell us a story or something. It's like juice and cracker time, ok?

1:20p
It is now 165 degrees and moisture is dripping from the ceiling. The towel that I am laying on is no longer providing any wicking or drying properties. It is actually placing additional sweat on me as I touch it. My towel reeks. I cannot identify the smell but no way can it be from me. Did someone spray some stank on my towel or something?

1:30p
Torture session is over. I wish hateful things upon the instructor. She graciously allows us to stay and 'cool down' in the room. It is 175 degrees. Who cools down in 175 degrees? A Komodo Dragon? My wife has left the room. Probably to throw up.

1:34p
My opportunity to escape has arrived. I roll over to my stomach and press up to my knees. It is warmer as I rise up from ground level - probably by 15 degrees. So let's conservatively say it's 190. I muster my final energy and slowly rise. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Towards the door. Towards the door.

1:37p
The temperature in the lobby is 72 degrees. Both nipples stiffen to diamond strength and my penis begins to retract into my abdomen from the 100 degree temp swing. I can once again breathe though so I am pleased. I spot my future ex wife in the lobby. We had such a good thing going but I know that no measure of counseling will be able to unravel the day's turmoil and mental scaring.

1:47p
Arrive at Emerald City Smoothie and proceed to order a 32 oz beverage. 402 calories, 0 fat and 14 grams of protein -- effectively negating any caloric burn or benefit from the last 90 minutes. I finish it in 3 minutes and spend the next 2 hours writing this memoir.

3:47p
Create Craigslist ad while burning final 2 grams of protein from Smoothie and before the "shakes" consume my body.

4:29p
Note to self - check car for missing wet yoga towel in am.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Obama is a social idiot

So he bursts into song at the Apollo during a fundraiser.  I guess he's singing for his (future) suppers (hopefully he'll be singing back in Chicago come this time next year).




Next maybe he'll try to match the skills of Gregory Hines instead of Al Green.  Of course NPR has to wax rhapsodic about the musical skills of past Presidents....  I'm doing Gregory Hines an extreme disservice by comparing the skills of the two of them.


Thursday, January 19, 2012

The strike is over (for now), the battles are still being fought

Paul Hsieh has a post at pjmedia titled "SOPA, Guns, and Frredom; You do not protect honest nonlinear content producers from pirates by breaking the Internet forthe innocent". This article compares gunlaws to SOPA because they "both punish the innocent for a guilty few." And he has a great point and writes briefly about other rights which have been eroded--buying medicine, insurance, or election laws.

In order to buy specific kinds of cold medicine, drain cleaner, lye, or any growing number of items, a law-abiding person has to show ID, sign a piece of paper and jump through any number of hoops (if they can find it in the first place).

If you make a horrible mistake and stock up because you have a large family and they are all getting sick, or if you live at the edge of a county and buy some medicine in both, you may end up with the sheriff at your door. If you want to learn to make soap and buy a bunch of lye, you may end up on a terror watch list. God forbid you have a hobby farm or large garden and need a bunch of fertilizer.


From Volokh, via Hsieh, this country's jurisprudence used to be based on a presumption of innocence.  But no longer.  Under the guise of safety or the war on drugs or any number of issues, the innocent many are punished for the actions of the guilty few.  We are punished by having our rights and our liberties eroded.  As Hsieh says in his article:
To fight these bad laws, it’s not sufficient to fight merely the individual issues. We must also fight at the level of broader principle. In other words, we should not fight merely for internet freedom or firearms freedom or medical freedom, but for freedom as such. This means promoting the concept of limited government.
And that is the bottom of the issue.  None of these individual laws would have to be fought on a per-case basis if government was limited and freedoms were not.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Repeating history




Via:
http://www.bookwormroom.com/">Bookworm Room a little article from 1949. Back then I don't think they could imagine the world of hurt the economy would be in now. I don't think they would have thought that Republicans would go big government either. Still oddly prescient...

Monday, January 16, 2012

Celebrations of weakness vs Celebrations of strength

Apparently the folks over at the Coalition to Stop Gun Violence don't seem to understand what myself and about one hundred gun bloggers did on January 8, 2012. They wanted people to light a candle "in memory of the victims of gun violence". We chose to take it a bit further. I lit my candle next to my carry gun, in memory of ALL victims of ALL violence and as a symbol of an object that can, used properly and with proper training, keep people from becoming victims.

Those who have seen me know that I am not tall of stature, strapping of frame. However, I refuse to act the victim (which would be very easy to do considering today's culture of victimhood). But that runs contrary to the ideology of the CSGV.

Joan Peterson, quoted here, talks about 'common sense gun laws', but has no understanding that such laws only deprive sensible people of a tool for their defense. People with common sense don't randomly plug each other. Criminals and the insane do. And they don't adhere to laws because they are not sensible. She and those like her wish to turn others into victims, to celebrate the cult of the victim, rather than embrace the idea of strength.

It's been happening for years starting with the denigration of masculine strengths and depth of quality in 'preference' to metrosexual weakness and superficiality.

Part of it may be that they can't find strength within themselves to stand tall and they want to hide it by making everyone like themselves. Maybe they are frightened that the price paid for standing up will be too much, not understanding that those who act as sheepdogs in the country gladly pay that price; not understanding that NOT standing up can often run a tab that's much higher than any of their imagination.  They choose to denigrate those with whom they do not agree, to deny facts, to try to bring down by any means at their disposal, any who they see as strong.

The thing that I think bothers them the most though, is that even if they chose to live in fear and weakness, they cannot force us to do the same.

Pole Dancing Redeux-repost

Some folks were having problems commenting on this (thanks for the heads-up Brigid), so I just put it into a new post.

Updating this:  Via Feral Irishman, Jenyne Butterfly, pole dancer.  This woman deserves an Olympic spot.  What she does is more spectacular and shows greater strength even than the guys doing the rings.  Plus with much better music and without having to look like a little girl, like female gymnasts today.






My thought--one is 'approved' by the literati, and one isn't.  What a shame.  Hoards of little girls trying to stay looking like little girls vs women showing strength and grace.


From March 2011:
Pole dancing deserves to be an Olympic sport more than ribbon dancing....  All of y'all can be the judges.  I vote pole dancing--these women do everything a professional gymnast does, but in 6 inch heels.




Saturday, January 14, 2012

As if there was any question that my life is made of irony...

Latest in my ironic existence:  I spend eleventy-million hours alphabetizing our library by author and title within author.  And the one book I want, I absolutely can't find anywhere so I will probably have to order another one since it's the middle book of a series. 

And because this has put me in unusual frame of mind, please to enjoy something book related (at least mystery novels):

Well, at least we know where he stands....

Hopefully this Indiana state rep will soon be standing elsewhere than in the statehouse.  Indiana State Rep. Craig Fry basically told one of his constituents to piss off and stop trying to act like he's supposed to be listening to his constituents.  Apparently Mr. Fry has been 'serving' a bit too long and has forgotten that he's actually supposed to be, you know, working for his constituency (which would presumably include listening to their opinions).  In response to an email from a Mr. Voll, who was asking that his representative support right to work legislation presently in contention in the Indiana statehouse, Mr. Fry wrote:
Sorry, but you are wrong and please stop with the “free market” bull.  Please don’t write to me again….I am a 40 year member of the Carpenters Union.
 It should be noted that Mr. Fry is developing a history of abrogating his responsibility to his constituents, being one of 36 Democrat representatives who took it on the lam to Illinois last year to derail the democratic process.  He repeated his behavior again this year too saying that a "walkout is the only way to block the bill." (referencing the right-to-work bill).

The folks of District 5 really need to get their act together and get this guy out of office.  He's up for re-election this year, if you're down by Mishawauka......

Friday, January 13, 2012

The greatest trick the Liberals ever played......

The greatest trick the Liberals ever played was convincing the American public that we're a democracy and not a Republic.  And yes, I'm paraphrasing from "The Usual Suspects".  I was speaking with someone yesterday who was not born nor raised here about the city of Chicago and how I feel that it is a drain and money sink on the rest of the state.  He is of the mind that the poor "rednecks" downstate would have no access to culture or any of the other opportunities that the city affords the rest of the state should it be cut off politically and monetarily from the rest of the state.  And he said, "after all, it is a democracy." (in response to my contention that Chicago politics have taken over the state government).  Trying to explain the difference would probably have been an exercise in futility and it wasn't a conversation I wished to continue.

That said, a reminder never hurts:

At Free Republic:

Democracy: Operates by direct majority vote of the people. When an issue is to be decided, the entire population votes on it; the majority wins and rules. A democracy is rule by majority feeling (what the Founding Fathers described as “mobocracy”). Example: in a democracy, if a majority of the people decides that murder is no longer a crime, murder will no longer be a crime.


Republic: Where the general population elects representatives who then pass laws to govern the nation … a republic is rule by law. Our republic is a form of government where power is separated, [our Founding Fathers knew that people are basically weak, sinful and corruptible, (Jeremiah 17:9)], pitting men against each other, making it difficult to pass laws and make changes. 
At Citizens for a Constitutional Republic (take time to read the whole thing):
A Republic is representative government ruled by law (the Constitution).   A democracy is direct government ruled by the majority (mob rule).   A Republic recognizes the inalienable rights of individuals while democracies are only concerned with group wants or needs (the public good).
The problem is that the meme of the United States as a democracy has been repeated, even (or especially) in schools and universities for the past 30 years.  The electorate has been co-opted by this thought, which has lead to things such as the Occupy movement (the 99% and that makes them right, in their minds).  The idea that individual rights and rule of law have been taken over by those who wish to grab and keep power.  The state of Illinois is a perfect example:  the state government has been absorbed into the city via the democratic process.  There is no longer a check on the many forcing their needs and wants on the few.  In essence, there is no longer a rule of law, but a tyranny of the masses (a mobocracy).

Rule of law needs to be re-established.  Checks and balances put back into place.  Laws must no longer be written for certain groups or that exempt certain groups (such as the proposed smoking ban in Indiana that exempts casinos).  If a law is worth being written, then it must apply to all and be enforced for all.  There are so many laws on the books now, that selective enforcement has become the norm as well as a political weapon.

Check out this video to re-acquaint yourself (most of my readers won't need to) with our political system and ideological differences.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Consistency, thy name is not Liberal

So screaming from the yahoo headlines this morning is "Outrage over Indian islands 'human zoo".  Anthropologists and other 'rights' organizations are having a collective apoplectic fit over a primitive tribe's women being bribed into dancing naked in exchange for food.  And it is abhorrent, no mistake.

But UN 'peacekeepers' have also been doing this same thing for years (probably decades at this point), but are even more heinous and egregious in their actions with little to no reprisals at all.  For example, the government of Haiti last year brought out a mobile telephone video showing Uruguayan UN personnel raping a Haitian man.  In the Congo in 2005, Moroccan UN 'peacekeepers' were accused of over 150 allegations of sex crimes towards Congolese girls, boys, and women.  In this case, there was the trading of food for sex, not just for naked dancing.  This has been happening to children as young as six years old almost every place the UN has forces in place.

Where is the outrage, where are the screams??  Why aren't the Liberals calling for the cutting of funds to the UN in response to these crimes??  This is an organization that calls "homophobic bullying"  "a moral outrage, a grave violation of human rights and a public health crisis."  And yet the rape of children is what exactly in their minds??  But they get a pass from the Liberals because they are the UN and if big government is good, world government has to be better than good.

One thing that Himself and I decided this morning was that at least conservatives are consistent.  If it's wrong for one group to do something, it's wrong for another group to do something.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Lighting a candle and carrying a gun to stop violence...

Via Say Uncle, Weerd Beard has started a meme in response to the anti-2nd amendment folks' contention that gun control=less violence.  Of course this is in complete contradiction to the facts, which show that places with less gun control actually have less violence, especially gun violence.  I'm not a photographer, but here's mine.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Train Meme... via Borepatch

Borepatch has a couple of posts up about trains.  Got a couple songs going through my head.  My dad worked on the railroad as a young man and I have a railroad key that he gave me on my keychain.  The words to 'Casey Jones' aren't quite the same as what I remember, but it's Johnny Cash singing....




Wabash Cannonball:

Never forgotten....

RIP Grandfather.  KIA 7-Jan-1944.   I never met you but have a feeling that we would have had a lot in common.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Oh for Goodness' Sake.......

An Indiana republican from Evansville wants to make it illegal to sing the National anthem 'inappropriately'.  While it makes my skin crawl to hear the National anthem slaughtered by some diva (and Roseanne Barr's performance was a disgusting piece of work), I don't think that making it illegal is the way to go on this.  You can't legislate good taste.  You definitely shouldn't use taxpayer money via the state Department of Education to develop 'standards' on something like this. 

They need to stop.  Just stop.  Laws, rules, and regulations aren't the answer.  Allow the audience to pelt the singer with nerf balls or give them kazoos to drown them out if they don't like the way it's being sung--that would do more than any frickin' new law would.  I'm calling my rep just to make sure this thing dies a quick and painless death.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Post pre-New Year's Eve goodness

I've been meaning to post something about this, but Himself and I were invited over to the Og Lair for a nice pre-New Year's Eve gathering.  There was sushi and ham rolls with olives that looked like eyes, both created by the Oglet and the OgWife, fresh bread made by the Hands of Og, Italian beef made by Himself, good conversation, and books.  There was also cribbage and later, red velvet cupcakes.

It was a lovely time and I have been remiss in blogging about it.  Hopefully we can do it again next year.

Again, when seconds count, the cops are minutes away....

In Oklahoma, a woman shot and killed a man who broke into her home.  She was on the phone for 21 minutes to the police dispatcher and no police arrived in that time.  She had barricaded the door and listened while the man and his partner went from door to door to gain entry.  As soon as he managed to get into her home with a 12" hunting knife she shot him in self-defense.

This story has finally hit the national stage (I read it on MArooned several days ago) and the talking heads from NYC, home of the most arcane and stringent (and non-functioning) gun laws in the country are just amazed that she would use deadly force to protect her baby boy.  There are a couple of things that are bothering me and it's not the fact that she turned one home intruder into worm food. 

One, the video from the national footage shows her holding her shotgun towards the camera.  Two, she said that she wouldn't have killed the man if she hadn't had her baby there.  The first one bothers me since the four rules are all but tattooed upon our foreheads in this household.  The second one bothers me because she holds her own life in such low regard.

The first link to the story above also says that she thinks this man was stalking her and that two of her dogs had 'turned up dead' and that he'd been to the house before the home invasion.  As JayG would say, one more dead goblin.  And that's a good thing.

Looking beyond the label....

I was talking with a co-worker today and it culminated at this:  "don't look at the label".  She had said that she could never vote for a Republican because all Republicans have certain religious beliefs that they want to force on the rest of us.  I pointed out that the Dems also have beliefs, as deeply held as any religious fervor, that they also wish to foist on the rest of us.  I said that she needs to look beyond the label--everybody has to choose a party in the present system.  When it is an exercise in futility to call either my Senator (Republican) or my Congressman (Dem), then it's the system that is broken.  Decide who can do the best job in fixing it.  Chances are that person is not a political insider.

Do research, look at their track record, become an informed voter, rather than one that is believing anything that the media is putting out there (the only reason that Romney has gotten as far as he has is due to the support of the MSM and the RNC).

Monday, January 2, 2012

Okay, I just don't get it.....

Cee Lo Green changes the words to John Lennon's 'Imagine' when he sang it on New Year's Eve and the world goes totally insane.  I'm surprised the Progressives didn't call for re-education and a verbal lynching a la Tracy Morgan  at the blasphemy of stating that 'all religions are real too'. 

But the National Anthem gets slaughtered by some budding diva who feels the need to yodel her way through it and/or forget the words, and it barely merits a blip on the media radar.

Priorities, you know.....