August 1, 2014

Things that make me smile

What?  Are you trying to tell me you don't need a reason to smile? Its Friday!

July 30, 2014

Riveting on a grand scale

This morning I had my normal two cups of Carriboo coffee from the machine that brews K-cups. I don't care for breakfast but the quack says I have to eat it,  I suspect he would not approve of my repast this morning.  I had a couple of microwave sausage patties and a sliced yellow tomato straight from the vine in my tiny garden. Dang it was good .  In an hour or so I will look to lunch. I'm not sure if I will go for a hot dog or a frozen burrito.

I can see why you read this piece o'crap.  It is truly mesmerizing in its insight, content, and prose.

History does not repeat, history does not repeat, history does not repeat

While the missiles fell almost daily on the population, Britain rallied the troops and fought on against the enemy. Often the battles raged in enemy cities and towns. Civilians were killed, schools, churches and houses were destroyed. Still, the missiles rained down. Britain started bombing the enemy from the air. The enemies ability to wage war was damaged.. Munition dumps and the factories that made the weapons of war were the main targets.  The enemy responded by moving the missile launchers and munitions storage areas to civilian population centers. Britain tried to lessen civilian casualties, but the nation must be protected.

If you have studied history, you know the story of Britain's heroic defense in the face of constant rocket attacks.  We admire the pluck and heroism of the British people in the face of terrifying, indiscriminate death from above. Their resolve to protect democracy against a totalitarian regime is the stuff of historical fact and legend. Few would disagree.

Now, go back to the paragraphs above and Substitute "Israel" for "Britain" and  "Hamas" for "enemy". 

July 29, 2014

The Border is finally being secured

Thank goodness the Border Patrol is on the case. Dangerous criminals are finally being stopped at the border.*

Read all about it.

*This post is written in sarcasm font, in case your browser does not recognize it.

Remember when the Democrats claimed Bush was an out of control despot?

I was listening to local talk radio this morning. The national news at the news break described a story about the Obama Administration dumping illegals in various states, including Tennessee. The Governor of the Volunteer State was outraged that the Feds would bring a significant group of people to the State without notifying anyone.  According to the news reader, the Administration said they did not notify the State government because of the illegals "privacy rights".
  White House Press Secretary Josh Earnest told reporters that the illegal immigrant children have a right to privacy. He said privacy rights of the illegals are more important than the public’s right to know what’s happening.

What?  Want documentation?  How about this?

"I still have not been contacted and have no information about these individuals or their sponsors other than what was posted on the HHS website.”

July 28, 2014

Head scratcher

Why a single Jew votes, funds, or supports the Democratic Party will forever remain a mystery to me. No political party in the USA has done more harm to Israel and Jews than the Democrats. Not even the American Nazi party.

Quote of the day

“So, yeah, there’s too much money in politics...There are special interests that have too much influence...There is something you can do right now today to make a difference and that is to write a big, fat check. I kid you not, ...I’m going to be honest with you. That’s what we need you to do right now. We need you to write the biggest, fattest check that you can possibly write.”  -- First lady Michelle Obama
These people have even less shame than the Clintons, and that, my friends, is saying something.

Sheer profundidty

Hello Monday blog readers. Allergies are kicking my ass.  I guess the plants think it is fall due to all of the global warming we have had this summer. My nose is dripping and my sinuses feel like Bruce Lee is practicing spin kicks against the inside of my skull.

We had a pretty uneventful weekend. Last night I threw some hot dogs on the grill. I made some potato salad and baked beans.  A couple of tomatoes fresh from the garden and some deviled eggs made for a  simple feast. 

Yes, it is indicative of the excitement level around here when grilling hot dogs is the highlight.

July 26, 2014

Simple things

A cardinal is singing with frantic effort in the willow. The wind rises and falls from the southwest as it is wont to do in mid-summer. The sun is cutting pale yellow slices through the dark clouds as thunder rumbles in the distance.  The coffee in my cup is dark and lukewarm and nearly gone. An Ian Fleming Bond novel and the TV remote perch side by side on the table beside my recliner vying for my attention. I can hear the neighbor's air conditioner running while in my den the ceiling fan wraps spiral shadows on the textured ceiling.  In the corner the treadmill smirks a reminder of exercise undone while my right ankle throbs a mute response. Life continues apace and I am truly blessed.

July 25, 2014

Stuff that makes me smile

Face it, we are all a bit tired of the Friday Music feature.

July 24, 2014

Humorous, exciting, pithy, and attention grabbing

It occurs to me that the title of this post likely was nonsensical to you. Of course my titles are often ridiculous. very often they have nothing to do with the post content. I long ago embraced the notion that headline writing was not in my wheelhouse. And yes, I see you in the back waving your hand aggressively in the air.  I know that writing in general is not among my strengths. So just shut up already.

Anyway, back to the point. It was the early or mid 1970's and I was at Boy Scout camp.* The powers that be in the troop made the decision to attend the camp in the last week of the season.  Big mistake. The kitchen staff was doing their best to use up the stock of goods on hand. We were given a steady diet of rice and beans cooked in every conceivable way. In those days the young me was a picky eater. High on the list of foods that I would not eat was any kind of bean and rice in all of its forms. We had bean soup for lunch, chicken with rice for dinner. Rice and raisins for breakfast. Chili for lunch. By mid week I was starving. Beef jerky and soft drink "suicides" from the Trading Post will only sustain a growing boy so long. Besides, I did not have unlimited funds at hand.

Finely, I sat down at the table and heaped on platters was a nirvana breakfast -- scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes. The dishes were passed and we all filled our plates. I grabbed the salt and some asshole had loosened the lid. Most of the shaker ended up square on my plate. Everyone laughed. I thought I would cry. I didn't. There was no better way to be ostracized in those neanderthal pre-women's lib days of macho men than by crying for anything less than amputation, stabbing, or watching Brian's Song.  I am fairly certain they served red beans and rice for lunch.

I am still not too fond of beans. I do like rice though.

*Camp Ransburg if you must know
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