Thursday, December 18, 2014

Reasons I Like Australia - #3243 in the Series


See...
This is why I like Australia.

Not because of the jellyfish, crocodiles, 10 billion species of poisonous snakes, wombats, drop bears, and Kylie & Dannii Minogue...

(Nice, but hardly a primary reason to like Oz. We have plenty of this back home.)


It's because of guys like this:


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Obstinate


Ms. Bosalina Sassafras (a/k/a Bosie or The Bear) has begun to show a new behavior...
I call it "The Black Shuck"

If she is outside, ostensibly to assist with taking the trash out or to help me cover my motorcycle, when it is time to come in she just selects a spot and sits (or lays) down, staring me down until I have to come out and tender a formal invitation to go back inside.
Night or day- no matter.


The accusatory glare.
"Don't just stand there gawking - go get a tennis ball and throw it for me."



"I can wait all day."


The scary one...

Actually, there may really be a Black Shuck in the neighborhood.
I didn't notice it until The Perfect Child pointed it out...


Holy crap.

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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Milestones... We Got 'Em...



Things have been hopping at The Estrogen Palace since about...oh...Thanksgiving, I guess.
I had a trip to NYC / NJ last week, and at the end of the week it was time to make an important trip down to Tampa.
A little over three years ago I regaled you Constant Readers with the tales of The Perfect Child's high school graduation, trying to tone down the intense pride that kept creeping into my 'blogpost. 
It was difficult because Perfect Child. Amiright?
She headed off to USF, first in a dorm, then into shared space with other students and finally into her own apartment. She eschewed participation in collegiate sports, opting instead to concentrate on her studies...
It paid off, it seems, because she now has a sheepskin from the USF College of Public Health with a minor in disaster/risk planning management.



It has been a very gratifying experience to see her progression
from high school to college, seeing her weather some personal storms like marginal roommates, a ne'er-do-well boyfriend, her 21st birthday and the attendant festivities, and the ins and outs of apartment life.
Now she's out she's heading home to start the next phase - job hunting.
This will be interesting...
The job market is pretty open- her degree will be useful in any hospital administration, health insurance company, state or county health department or emergency planning department, or in any of the many FedGov offices like HHS, DHS, CDC or other TLA departments...
I'll be interested to see what progress she has made by the time I get back...

TBG

Monday, December 15, 2014

Annnnd We're Off!

It's Yours Truly in a grudge match with United Airlines...

In this corner:
Standing 6'5" weighing in at a healthy 315lbs, the pissed off dinosaur.

In the opposite corner, United Airlines- a 3-hop 25-hour nightmare of cattle-class seats, projectile vomiting children, surly Flight Attendants, and disease-laden aircraft- arriving sometime Wednesday in scenic Sydney NewSouthWales- latest victim of jihadi terrorism.
Lovely. Just lovely.

So... JAX-IAH-SFO-SYD. 
(My life in Three Letter Acronyms...)

This is my third year working this event - missing out on my anniversary (24th this year), Christmas, New Years, & my Mom's birthday. Probably won't do it again next year. 
Let some dumb noob do it instead of me.
Hopefully I will survive unscathed this year.
We'll see how it goes. No bike rental this year, and I'm going to try to avoid shark attacks and rip currents this go-round. Australia is full of dangerous shit that will kill you-
No doubt I will find some trouble to get into.

Wish me luck...

Getting Home - Another Ordeal Courtesy of United Airlines

So I got to the airport in Newark early to try to catch an earlier flight...
A strong Nor'easter was coming into the New York area and I had bad feelings about my 9PM flight.
I went to the customer service desk to see about changing flights...
Can I get on this earlier flight to JAX?
Let's see... Ah... No... Sadly, they have just cancelled that flight.

Sh!t-balls. So I have to wait until 9 tonight.

Ok... I head to the C Concourse to soak up some free wifi from the United lounge...
(This takes some doing, since my flight is going out of the A Terminal. The TSA doesn't want you to go into the incorrect terminal... I had to reason with them: it's several hours until my flight- I want to use the good United lounge, not the crappy one at the A-Terminal. But they finally let me in...)

I had just logged in and was going through my emails and doing some housekeeping when I got  text alert from United: Your flight at 9PM has been cancelled by Air Traffic Control. Contact Customer Service for further assistance.
Lovely. Just what I needed. I packed up my goods and started for the CSU Desk.
As I stood in line I got another message.
You have been re-booked on a flight tomorrow at 10 AM. 

No f*cking way... And since it was and ATC action, the have no responsibility to house or feed travelers... Double f*ck that.

I stayed in line... No way am I spending yet another night in another airport.
As I waited I got our company Travel Goddess on the horn...
"Is there anything leaving Newark that gets even close to Jax tonight?"
There are two flights to Orlando- one at 5:30 and one at 8...
Any seats?
Oh... Three on the first one, and the 8 is wide open...
Ok... Thanks-

I got to the Customer Service desk- 
Got the rep to get me on the 5:30 to Orlando-
It would get me in about 8:15 or 20... That's doable. Then a rental car to Jax.
No problem.
Flight boarded just after 5:00 and I even scored an upgrade... Nice.

I had Travel Goddess book me a car with my Car Rental of Choice-
When I go to the Preferred Desk I followed the sigh to my appointed car- 
a Kia Sh!tbox... No f*cking way on that- I won't survive 2+ hours folded into a pretzel to operate that thing...
I went back to the service desk...
"Um... I'm sorry- do you have anything else? I can't fit into that car- let alone drive it for 3 hours." 
"Absolutely... I have just the car for you..."
She gives me a Chevy Camaro S/S complete with the Corvette engine and full instrument package.
Holy crap... What a car...
I head out of the Airport and head up 528 toward the Greenway. Lots of wide-open space, very tempting to see what this thing is capable of...
Fortunately I was able to curb my curiosity- there was a preponderance of FHP officers out that night.
But that car is quite tempting-
One really funny (and potentially dangerous) feature was the G-Force reading on the HUD.
It would measure g-forces in the cornering...
Now, maybe it's just me, but when I saw that, all I wanted to do was see how high I could go in the curves...
You give a testosterone-filled steroid junkie college football player (the Camaro's target demographic) something like that, you might as well give him a bottle of Jack Daniels along with the keys and send him on his way...
He's going to see how far you can push the edge of the envelope.
Me?
Not so much.
It took me 2:20 to get from Orlando airport to The Estrogen Palace...
Google Maps says 2:26 from door to door...
So I wasn't breaking any records...
But... Had I made my original 9pm flight, I would have laded at 11:40, then another 40-50 minutes home, so in the long run, I was better off time-wise.
Now if I can get United to cough up the $$ for the rental car...

We will see...

TBG

A Girl After My Own Heart

I was in Noo Yawk Sitty at the beginning of last week.
Meetings with the good folk in Secaucus and OhDannyBoi in Midtown. Always a good time.
Things were pretty good- I'm doing the low-carb thing - fortuitously there was a Brazilian steakhouse less than a block from the hotel, so I had that going for me...
(Fogo de Chao for those keeping score at home)

A couple non-paid endorsements are in order here- first:
If you are a traveler, have you installed the Hotels Tonight app on your phone yet?
Do it. Do it NOW. Listen to your Uncle Jay: It's awesome. 
I got the Manhattan Hotel on Times Square (which is NOT on Times Square) for $140 for that evening. A steal for Midtown property... 
Second - I picked up a pair of Belleville Tactical Research Hot Weather Boots (TR606 - Sage) and I've been wearing them pretty extensively- including this trip to the (very rainy) Big Apple and they are amazing...
I have been having issues with Plantar Fasciitis, and I have had to swear off flip-flops and sandals (difficult for me) and have been wearing shoes with significant soles and arch support to clear it up.
These boots are no exception- Mid rise uppers, lace-ups, great sole and arch- and great for the extensive walking around the mean streets of The City. And they stood up to the water and mud 
spectacularly.
Love me some Belleville boots. Get you some.
(I repeat- unpaid endorsement. Note to FTC: Blow me.)

So... to the Girl...

I was heading back out to Newark for my flight back home- I hoofed it through the mud, blood and rain to Penn Station and decided to get a bite before catching the train to EWR.
Found a little bar/restaurant that looked promising...
As I sat down, the barmaid was yelling to another waitress-
"F*ck that guy! He gets nothing!" indicating another customer who just laughs along with the bar wenches...
Wow. Nice language... You kiss your mother with that mouth?
It was the start of an amazing barrage of public profanity in epic proportions...

Now, I'm as bad as then next events technical staff member when it come to extended time on the road - 'Events Tourettes' we call it. Usually takes me a week or so to rein in my language after a long stint in the field. But this woman put me to shame... Her range creative profane embellishment and command of invective would embarrass a sailor...
She dropped the F-Bomb three times in the first minute I was at the bar-
(Being the good statistician that I am, I had to start keeping track...)
Her use of the F-Word was remarkable... She used it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, adverb, pronoun, article and a participle at one time or another over the 40 minutes I was in the bar.
The final count- in 40 minutes over 110 utterances of the F-Word (or variations like MFer) alone.
I didn't count the rest of the expletives like d*mn, sh!t, and the oh-so-popular 'C0cks^ck3r' - (her second-most used multi-function word) but there was a ton of them.
She reminded me of the line from 'A Christmas Story'...
"He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master."
This woman has picked up the gauntlet of challenge and is striving to bring a new range and timbre to recreational cussing...
Salute.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Newest Food Find - Tajín Seasoning

While I was down in Mexico City I came across a new goodie for folks that like a tasty variation in their victuals... Tajín.

It's a tasty spice that is served tableside in Mexico, especially with cut fruit like oranges or apples. It consists mainly of powdered chilis, lime and salt.

I found it in Publix here in North Florida- you can probably find it in any Mercado/bodega that specializes in Latin foods.

Listen to Uncle Jay - Try it... If you ask me, it's worthy of being this year's Sriracha- the next must-have for any self-respecting foodie.

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Ferguson - How's That "Change teh System" Working For You?

If you feel like 'The System' is screwing over your community,
burning and looting your community is hardly the way to fix 'The System'.






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Gorram (Progressive) Kids...



Now get off my lawn.

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Monday, November 24, 2014

Follow-Up: The Message to Garcia

From the post a couple days ago...

The story of the Message to Garcia.

"Where," asked President McKinley of Colonel Arthur Wagner, head of the Bureau of Military Intelligence, "where can I find a man who will carry a message to Garcia?"

The reply was prompt. "There is a young officer here in Washington; a lieutenant named Rowan, who will carry it for you!"
Seems that Andrew Summers Rowan was a hell of a guy...

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I don't Think That T-Shirt Means What You Think It Means - Shanghai Edition

Wow.


That's about all I got.


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Friday, November 21, 2014

The Feast

It was our annual Thanksgiving feast at the office...
The results were, as always, tasty.

I've been cooking the whole pig in the La Caja China for the last few years, leaving the turkey frying to others...

After the trial run last week at the range, today's prep was a piece of cake, or rather, pork...
I had a young padawan with me, learning The Way Of The Box, since she and her husband are borrowing it tomorrow to cook their own pig for a Saturday football shindig...

One thing I've started doing differently- we are doing the whole pig serving presentation, rather than picking all the meat and hiding the carcass from the delicate snowflakes...
This year we just deployed the critter whole... But we did try to take the edge off the sight of the grinning porcine skull by doing the traditional apple-in-the-mouth, then the ultimate comic relief-
Googly eyes.

The phrase "morbid and creepifying" was used. Repeatedly.

Found Items - Oakland CA

Whilst rummaging about in the server room/IDF closet on the event level of the Oakland Arena, I found these...


Man... That's a trip down the memory hole...


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I Did Nazi That One Coming

They're going to have to rethink this entire line of products...



(the text of the review is priceless...)

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

An Old One, But a Good One...

...especially for these times.

A Message to Garcia
By Elbert Hubbard - 1899
In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion. When war broke out between Spain & the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain vastness of Cuba- no one knew where. No mail nor telegraph message could reach him. The President must secure his cooperation, and quickly.
What to do!
Some one said to the President, "There’s a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can."
Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How "the fellow by the name of Rowan" took the letter, sealed it up in an oil-skin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, & in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia, are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.

The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, "Where is he at?" By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing- "Carry a message to Garcia!"

General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.
No man, who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man- the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slip-shod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, & half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook, or threat, he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, & sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test: You are sitting now in your office- six clerks are within call.
Summon any one and make this request: "Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio".
Will the clerk quietly say, "Yes, sir," and go do the task?
On your life, he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and ask one or more of the following questions:
Who was he?
Which encyclopedia?
Where is the encyclopedia?
Was I hired for that?
Don’t you mean Bismarck?
What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?
Is he dead?
Is there any hurry?
Shan’t I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?
What do you want to know for?
And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia- and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average, I will not.
Now if you are wise you will not bother to explain to your "assistant" that Correggio is indexed under the C’s, not in the K’s, but you will smile sweetly and say, "Never mind," and go look it up yourself.

And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift, are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all? A first-mate with knotted club seems necessary; and the dread of getting "the bounce" Saturday night, holds many a worker to his place.
Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply, can neither spell nor punctuate- and do not think it necessary to.
Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?

"You see that bookkeeper," said the foreman to me in a large factory.
"Yes, what about him?"
"Well he’s a fine accountant, but if I’d send him up town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main Street, would forget what he had been sent for."
Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?

We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the "downtrodden denizen of the sweat-shop" and the "homeless wanderer searching for honest employment," & with it all often go many hard words for the men in power.

Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne’er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long patient striving with "help" that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The employer is constantly sending away "help" that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer- but out and forever out, the incompetent and unworthy go.
It is the survival of the fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best- those who can carry a message to Garcia.

I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, "Take it yourself."
Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular fire-brand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled No. 9 boot.

Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slip-shod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude, which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry & homeless.

Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds- the man who, against great odds has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there’s nothing in it: nothing but bare board and clothes.

I have carried a dinner pail & worked for day’s wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; & all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous.

My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly take the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets "laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks shall be granted; his kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village- in every office, shop, store and factory.
The world cries out for such: he is needed, & needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia.

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Options



Well... I guess that is one option...

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Signs of the Apocalypse - Mexico Edition

(From the concession stand at the Arena de la Cuidad in Mexico City.)

Let me run this by the safety / security folks:

Who thinks it's a good idea to offer:
BOTTLES of tequila to fans at a basketball game...? (click pic to embiggify)

Granted- it IS $110 USD a bottle for the Herrandura, but if someone is dumb enough to buy it, they're probably too dumb to exercise restraint and good sense after drinking it.

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Mexico - Último Día

The last day in Mexico kinda sucked.

I had the early shift for the day- I arrived at the Arena de la Cuidad at 9:00am.
Columna del la Independencia on Paseo de Reforma


At that time it was just me, security, and 8 firemen/paramedics...
Staff started trickling in around 10:30 or so... Even that was kind of early for the hoi polloi since the game had a scheduled start time of 9:30 PM.

I killed most of the day doing basic IT support, and a little pre-strike prep- moving cases to locations handy for breakdown but out of the way, etc.

The bulk of staff were in the house by 5:00pm and we didn't have any major issues.
(Thankfully. Last year at 45 minutes before tip-off there was an electrical short that filled the arena with smoke and the game was cancelled.)


So the game went well- no issues, no fires, no problems. Yay.

Strike started at 11:45pm, and at 2:15am (Thursday) we loaded the last equipment case in truck that was headed back to the good ol' Estados Unidos...
We were back at the hotel by 2:45am and were in need of sustenance so we headed to a taco joint around the corner from the hotel - Tacos Don Güero  (at 65 Rio Nilo) ...

My man & partner in grime Kui, posing with the Giant Cone of Pork - Oh My.


Some of our guys deciding on how we would divide and devour the existing stock.


The Master carving up the al pastor... We put a hurtin' on that thing...


Mmmm. Look at that strata of pork, spices, trichinella and spirochetes. Yum.


El Maestro de la Plancha - he kept the tacos and gringas coming for a good hour.

Everyone had two or three items, drinks, etc- the bill was about $34...
I paid the tab and tipped the guys and we headed back to the hotel.

My shuttle to the airport was at 4:30, just enough time to shower and pack my bags and head downstairs...

No issues at the airport in Mexico, and United was only an hour late departing from Houston with one gate change during my layover, so I'll count that as a minor victory.
Back to Jax by 5:30pm and home at 6:30...
One long damn day.


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About Damned Time - Trader Joe's

We (the Northeast Florida Beaches Communities) finally have a Trader Joe's!


I love me some TJ's! Too many cool snacks and sauces...
And they actually have some unique (and tasty) breads and vegetables.

For my local Constant Readers (both of you), it's down in the Sandcastle Shopping Center where JTB meets A1A.
Time for another appearance of the Trader Joe's Song...


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Good Old Days


This (supposedly) a vintage shot of the economy cabin in a '60's PanAm 747...

Look at the legroom!

*sigh*

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Global Warmenings -STFU

I did it again-
Over lunch I was eavesdropping overheard the two idjits next to me at the bar discussing the ZOMG Global Warming, Anthropological Climate Change, Radiative forcing, Greenhouse effects, and /or Global dimming (no shit), and listening to their precautionary plans ("After all, we live in Florida; We'll be first and hardest hit!")
I finally couldn't take it any more...
(discussion recreated from memory)
Yours Truly: "Hey. Knock it off.... The science ISN'T settled. And even it all the worst case scenarios were true, it's not going to be a Hollywood epic water rise like 'The Day After Tomorrow'... The change will be so creeping you'll never notice it."

Clueless Pabst Blue Ribbon Drinker: "But there are plenty of places going under now, Smart Guy."

YT:"For instance?"
CPBRD: "Venice Italy."

YT:"Good example. Ever been there?"

CPBRD: "No."

YT: "Didn't think so... I have. The water isn't rising anymore than normal. The city is sinking by erosion and compression of underlying strata. Go there and see. Lots of public data on display.
2 or 3mm per year, documented a hell of a blot better than the 'predicted' 2 cm over 100+ years according to the IPCC and Algore."

CPBRD: "What about all the islands in the Pacific?"

YT: "You mean most of those islands that are just glorified sandbars to begin with? They are always in a state of near-disaster anyway; Historically there are always spring floods, tidal waves, tsunamis (completely different than tidal waves regardless of what movies/stories/Algore might tell you), and storm surges that overrun those islands. Always has been, always will be.
I would tell them, just as I would tell you- as a resident of a low-lying location: If you're worried about it, move."
CPBRD: "But they..."
YT: "Quite worrying about 'They'. That's the big problem with you Social Justice Warriors - you don't have a dog in the fight, but you want to be involved anyway.
Knock it off.
Mind your own business. If you think Florida is going under- Move. Now.
I'll give you $.06 on the dollar for your house right now so you can GTFO."
CPBRD: "But we all have to..."
YT: "No, we don't. Look- if you want to go to war about a cause, pick one that has actual victims and a solution. Malaria; Teen-aged drunk driving. Toddlers drowning in 5-gallon buckets. But don't spend my money (via Government proxy) on bullshit-but-oh-so-sexy causes like Climate Change that has no bonafides or provable end-games."

By now the restaurant manager and the barmaid are giving reproving glances to me and I guess I have overstayed my welcome...

Fucking morons.


I'm going to start wearing earplugs when out in public so the siren song of Progressive Hysteria will just pass me by. Because I'm just getting wayyy too get-off-my-lawn-angry at the stupidity around me.

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Could Someone 'Splain to me...

... Back when there was the big "Sell Obamacare to the unsuspecting public" drive, the Left was promoting the "40 Million without Healthcare"...
(Regardless that whatever the number was, they had access to Healthcare, it just wasn't free, subsidized paid for by someone else.)

Looking at current enrollments, the Administration is ecstatic that they have 7.3 million...
(according to Politico.com - go figure) although the real figure is more likely far, far below that.
I'd love to see the real figure of truly "covered" enrollees- people that actually paid their initial premium, and continued to pay for their coverage...
(And I mean people that paid for THEIR OWN... Not the ones with subsidized premiums. After a little judicious checking, it seems that we denizens of the Estrogen Palace would qualify quite easily for premium subsidies if we chose to burden others with our needs.)

So... the 'splainin' part- "ZOMG 48 million people dying because no healthcare!" howcum the lapdog media isn't all "ZOMG 40 Million still not covered?- That Obamacare shit is FUBAR. Fix the FUCK outta it, MFers."

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The sky is falling! The sky is falling.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Cookin'

Cooking a pig for the yearly turkey shoot at the range...
It was awesome...
I did get to shoot this year...

One shot, one win.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Hencho en Mexico

Handy phrases to know if, like me, you are on a short trip to Mexico City...

"Un chupacabra está en mi armario de cableado."

"¿Qué tipo de carne de perro es en este taco? Prefiero terrier en lugar de chihuahua."

Learn to recognize this phrase when approached by a bribe-seeking public extortionist police officer:
"Usted tiene el derecho a permanecer en silencio. Si usted renuncia a este derecho, todo lo que puede puede ser utilizado en su contra en un tribunal de justicia. Usted tiene el derecho a un abogado."*





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*this is actually a joke. You don't have any rights in Mexico.

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Journalistic Dumbassery

Sitting at breakfast this morning reading a NYT Digest (which I guess the hotel prints out, rather than getting a stack of the International Herald Tribune to distribute) and I let out a snort of disgust and derision so loud that the waiter thought I had snorted most of my coffee...
Writing in the Opinion section (which is were the NYT prints speculation as if it were hard fact) Ross Douthat is expounding on the current Progressive unpleasntness about the GOP not having any sort of policy agenda. He then proceeds to excoriate Marco Rubio and Rand Paul.

He opines here:
Rubio and Paul are not necessarily the most qualified of the Republican contenders — they are relatively young, they lack executive experience, and their legislative records are modest.
So if you are a Conservative, this is a deal-breaker...

But if you are an African American junior senator for Illinois, these are endearing qualities that make you a shoe-in for POTUS.

Double-standard much, NYT?

Don't get me wrong here - there is some meat in this article...
Conservatives need to keep in mind Obama is not going to be the next president...
but there is a possibility that the next president could be a Democrat, and possibly that Republicans will lose seats in the house and senate, and if so, we could reasonably lose control of the senate.
The Republicans have a narrow window to actually do something, and whatever they do they will either need Obama's cooperation or they will need to have enough votes in the senate to override a veto.
These are simple facts --and the Conservatives need to get their shit together and make sure that they have a track record to exemplify in 2016, otherwise all will be for naught when the Clinton machine takes possession of 1600 Pennsylvania Av.

Again.



TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Utter Bullshit

Really?
People can make demands on police responses?

Anyone up for starting a little self-sufficient compound in Belize or Honduras?
'Cause wacko shit like this is a bad sign of things to come.
TBG

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Perceptions

Too good not to post...

Monday, October 27, 2014

Questionable Activity

-or-
"Do you really want to spend the entire flight in the airplane lavatory, throwing up - or worse?"

I passed up all the open-dish-with-flies places and salmonella-on-a-stick joints and found the Roast Duck and Pork Char Siew kiosk.
3 bucks for a nice taste of duck and pork.

Now- If I can just make it to Abu Dhabi without doing the technicolor yawn on the flight...

TBG- Streetfood Gourmet