Where Do We Go From Here?

Suppose you have neighbors, which is a big mistake on their part, but they're the ones who bought the shack next door, ignoring the flags and banners out front. White Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter, I Support The Second Amendment, Illegal Aliens Will Be Shot - Survivors Will Be Shot Again... that type of signage. That, and your  Trump/Vance/Victory! sign.

You, a red blooded, whiskey swilling, natural born U.S. Citizen, have two little rituals you observe every day. At dawn, you have Trixie (a local exotic dancer) stop by and raise the American Flag while you blow Reveille on your trumpet. Trixie is dressed in a red, white, and blue bikini. At sunset, you have Candy (another exotic dancer) stop by and lower the flag while you play taps. Candy, being very patriotic, is also dressed in a red, white, and blue bikini.

Your neighbor objects. You ignore him. He calls the police, who arrive in time for taps. They stand at attention and salute the flag, admire Candy, and thank you for your service, support and patriotism. Then they advise you about your neighbor's complaints.

The local HOA gets involved, and you tell them (six elderly busybodies) to go fart up a flagpole. The HOA has a lawyer on retainer, so after six months you, the HOA, and the idiots next door wind up in court, Judge Paul Goldner presiding. After hearing more than anyone would care to about the case, the Honorable Judge Goldner commences to lecture. Blah-blah civic minded, blah-ba-blah peaceful neighborhood, blah blah noise ordinance, disturbing the peace, and menacing. Do you have anything you'd like to say?

"Judge, when they circumcised you, they threw away the wrong part."

Okay, then...

Ninety days and five grand later, you erect a new flagpole, celebrate your release, and resume your little 'good morning world!' flag ceremony.

I wrote this is the spirit of entertainment and to smoothly segue into today's malfunction. Keep reading all those of you with rhino hides and a penchant for common sense.

November 5th, 2024 Election Ballot

Here's my proposed ballot for November 5th, 2024, and my intended vote. What keeps me reaching for another drink isn't the election so much as thinking about what might happen after the election.

Violent Crime and Juvenile Perpetrators

Sometimes I think I'm living in a banana republic. Other times I'm sure of it.

Beatus Natalis!

Which, if google translate is performing as advertised, means Happy Bithday! Yessir, today is my birthday. I was arrived in this world on the second day of October, a Thursday, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred fifty and two.  I was born in Toledo Hospital at around 5:30 AM, with Dr. Henry Brown assisting in the birth.  He was our family doctor, and a good one. I'm seventy-two years old today, and thanks to clean living, regular exercise, and a healthy diet I've managed to make it this far in spite of my regular association with women of questionable moral character, supporting myself against the bar with my left elbow while I hold my cocktail in my right hand, and only eating my fair share of the pizza we ordered - we, that is, being myself and a few drinking companions. 

Seventy two.

This post may be somewhat lengthy, so, given the general interest in a single day of the author's life coupled with the somewhat abbreviated assiduity of the readers here, feel free to go elsewhere. Believe me, no one will be offended.

CCW: One up the pipe or not?

 About a week ago I stopped off at the corner gas station to buy a pair of lottery tickets. Hey, you never know, right? This station is in a prime location, and despite heavy traffic (which is desirable if you own the station) people stop in here to buy road food, junk food, oddities of all sorts including common OTC drugs, and lottery tickets. They don't pay the staff a whole lot, and it shows.

Monkey Pox! Monkey Pox!

I was inspired by a post over at Filthie’s Log Of Ease, where our noble host wonders just how Monkey Pox, or Mpox, is spread.  Here's a link to the article: Walking On The Wild Side.

From the article by Glen Filthie:

Near as I can tell Monkey Pox is pretty much Darwin and Murphy hating on queers. If you limit your exposure to them and their lifestyle you have very little to worry about. One is tempted to be complacent and contemptuous of the red alerts coming out of the medicos after the Covid scam… but we can’t afford to do that! [Emphasis mine - MJ]

He's right. Having done a little research on the subject, there are a few key points to consider.

Elaina Rose Jennings, Daniel John Giacchina, Torture and the Death Penalty

I'm often against the death penalty.  As screwed up and corrupt as our justice system is in the United States, I don't trust any of them to get it right the first time. There are exceptions, and here I wordlessly point to the Innocence Project, which wouldn't exist if the justice system was anything close to perfect.  Then I read about a case like this one and start to ponder the good old lynch mob.

Even More Stupidity on FB

Some wind-up toy (Linda Jacobs Rice) on FuckBook posted this piece of drivel, and for some reason it just got on my very last nerve.  Here's the post and my response, deliberately worded to avoid Ef-Bee's robo censures. 

The Current Level of Stupidity

I read Nextdoor, a predominantly left wing social media site which features local news as reported by Nextdoor members.  This is occasionally useful, as crimes are often reported on Nextdoor and never seen on commercial media.  Shootings, robberies, hurled insults and fecal matter along with the fallout from same are reported and blame is assigned along with suggested penalties.  I believe burning at the stake is mentioned on occasion, usually in response to a thread that is tilted to the political right.

This would be a whole lot less interesting than it already is if not for the blatant display of willful ignorance that surfaces from day to day.  For instance, here we have the start of something.

If this story is true, what happened was the attempted kidnapping of a child.  This is a serious crime, and if I were involved I would have likely put some lead in the air.  The reactions were about what you'd expect, with the prime example being this little nugget of - I don't know, information? Informed opinion?

This is nuts. I can't tell of MaryJo DeBlasis is serious or not, but she got some support for this creative bit of insanity.  Now me, I think I know who the next mayor of Crazytown is going to be - and it ain't Bidet.

These people vote. My belief is that they vote the straight crazy ticket, and if there is one thing wrong with our system of government, it's that everyone is allowed to vote or to run for office.

Thanks for reading.

The Dog is On the Prod

I got this from the Bayou Renaissance Man, who got it from Lawdog.  I think it's worth reading, and so am devoting a post to it.

My own comments are fairly succinct.  Our current president, Joseph Robinette Biden Jr., is suffering from dementia.  The symptoms have been visible for over a year, and now the Democrats want him to run for another term - and he's incapable.  I actually feel sorry for the man.  You might as well inform me, Mad Jack, that I'm on the U.S. Olympic Track and Field team, and that I'm expected to bring home a gold medal.  Biden was fine as the Ayatollah Obongo's V.P. when all he had to do was breath and show a pulse. Now? Not just no, but hell no.

Our current vice president, Kamala Devi Harris, is arguably sane enough, but she's stupid.  Put it another way, she isn't smart enough to hold the office of vice president, let alone president, and the moonbats know it.  If Kamala got into the oval office, I'd end up as one of the names listed on the back page of the local scandal sheet as refusing to report to the political reeducation camp.  At best, I'd end up living in a trailer parked in Glen Filthie's back yard.

It's three hours until happy hour, but what the hell.  Like the man said, it's five o'clock somewhere.

The Rusty Baldwin Shooting: Question

I'm posting this because my knowledge of firearms and the Baldwin shooting is insufficient to answer it for myself.

Dentist

I'm phobic.  I'm afraid to go to the dentist.  No reason, just phobic.

So today I'm going in to get my chops fixed.  I busted a chop last week, and today I'm getting a new cap installed.  And then, just because I guess, while I was getting my chops cleaned last week one of the caps came off.  I'll give the hygienist credit; she didn't say what I'd have said which would be something along the lines of Oh holy hell on a biscuit... don't move, I'll get the dentist.  Oh yeah.

I take drugs to calm me down.  My old dentist suggested he give me a running start across the parking lot and he'd nail me with a tranquilizer rifle.

My appointment is this afternoon.

Cookout Season 2024

Cookout, backyard barbecue, picnic, whatever.  Summer's here, and I'm inspired to do my annual civic duty in the form of a public reminder on graceful human behavior.

A Typical Backyard

I got this one from someone named Jae Loso (Jabrya) (JTLoso) on the book of faces and fuckups, and she comes close to getting it right.

The Ohio Ballot

Not-my-president Biden may not be on the ballot in Ohio.  Fox news carried the story, and you can read it here: Biden's Ballot Issues in Ohio Aren't Going Away

My feeling is that the moonbats will fall back to their usual playbook.  They'll scream, throw feces, and file lawsuits.  None of this will get around the real problem, which everyone has known about for years.  You see, Ohio has a law that stipulates all parties certify their presidential candidates ninety or more days before the election.  The moonbats won't certify Biden until they conclude their national convention in Wisconsin, which is scheduled to take place on August 19^th - seventy-five days before the election.

Me, I'm waiting to see what's going to happen, but when the rubber hits the road I'll be voting the straight Republican ticket, and I'll vote against any and all tax levies.  After that I may clean and load my rifle, strap on a sidearm, and wait for daybreak - because I'll tell you, if Biden isn't on the Ohio ballot, all bets are off and the guns will come out.

FaceBook Idiocy

 Have you ever seen anything completely idiotic on FaceBook?  Have you ever looked in on FaceBook?  The grown man who posted this needs a keeper.

Bored Rant: We Are Well and Truly Hosed

They, being them as is in the know, claim that the average IQ in the USA is one hundred.  Eighty and less are developmentally challenged (retards) and anything over one hundred and forty is genius level (rocket scientists).  I'm probably around one-ten, meaning I'm just smart enough to know that the world is going to hose me over, but not smart enough to do anything about it.  Put another way, don't ask me to solve a Rubik's Cube or help your offspring with his Calculus.

That said, I'm barely smart enough to understand that We the People are well and truly hosed, even if the GOP won everything next election - won every single office in Local, County, State, and Federal government, and even if the members of the GOP would all cooperate, we'd still be - wait for it...

Violent Crime, Race, and Results

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Second City is Back!

The other day I discovered that Second City Cop is active again.  If you want to know what's actually going on in Chicago, IL, go read Second City Cop.  I'm happy to see him back.

If you'd like a summary of Chicago shootings, Hey Jackass! is the site for you.  He cites his source, and he includes a Shot-in-the-Junk-O-Meter.  Although I don't live in the Big Windy, and I don't visit or work there, it's interesting to check the stats every so often just to see what's going on.

Seriously, the people who run these sites and their contributors provide a valuable public service.  I wish we had a site like this in Columbus, OH.

California Guitar Trio Concert - March 10, 2024

I don't get out as often as I used to.  Part of it is that I spent a large part of my young life tearing it up every night except Saturday.  Saturday is amateur hour.  Weekend drunks are getting their load on and claiming they are okay to drive.

Right.

Last night I went out to Natalie's Grandview - Music Hall and Kitchen to hear the California Guitar Trio (CGT) play, and I'm here to tell you there was no better place to be in the State of Ohio.

Sites I Read

Today being February 29th of 2024, which makes it the leap day of leap year, and it being somewhat brisk outside and me being bored and all, I decided to go through the list of sites I read (left side, down low) and see if they are still in business.  This list is by no means exhaustive, but it's close enough for government work.  Comments or descriptions are added when I can think of something to say that doesn't brand me as a drunken retard (inebriated intellectually challenged misogynistic male).

Bayou Renaissance Man

Owner/Operator: Peter Grant - Prolific writer and author, who is as opinionated as he is conservative.

According To Hoyt

The musings and serious writings of author Sarah Hoyt, with the occasional guest post.

Doctor Grumpy in the House

A Blog detailing the insanity of Dr. Grumpy's medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.

Filthy's Thunderbox - Now Defunct

The Thunderbox moved to:

Filthy's Thunderbox on Gab - Moved Again

Forced to move again, the Thunderbox has a new name and is located at:

Filthie’s Log Of Ease

Glen Filthy, same old Canuk, same old crew, nothing new.  Which is good.  Here you'll find the outspoken Glen Filthy publishing jokes, news, and diatribes guaranteed to offend someone and sometime or another.

furthermore, flask

Inactive: 2005 - 2021.  The author may well be on the dark side of the lawn, but I hope not.  She was a fairly amazing lady and published an interesting blog.

Commentary by an Ohio criminal defense lawyer

Gamso, for the defense... author and notable criminal defense attorney Jeff Gamso publishes his opinions on current cases.  He's mostly inactive, but he's still around.

The Gun Blog Black List

Up to the second list of pro-freedom blog and news writers.  I'm not sure who maintains the list, but it's a real service to anyone who values freedom and accurate news.

The Daley Gator

If You are Left, You Ain't Right  Read at your own risk.

IMAO

Unfair. Unbalanced. Unmedicated.

Frank J. is the founder of IMAO. Early on in 2002 he wrote a brilliant treatise on nuking the moon, and the quality of his output has declined ever since

Knuckledraggin' My Life Away

Where bad choices make good stories

Someone named Wirecutter writes and maintains this blog, and it's worth reading on a daily basis - if you like it.  If you don't get Wirecutter's humor, just move along.  Or not, as the case may be.

Nobody Asked Me…

Veritas nos liberabit

Written by Old NFO AKA author Jim Curtis.  While his age and political leanings preclude a Pulitzer award, he comes closer than most.  He's a good man, and worth reading. 

Report on Conditions

Capt. Schmoe, author and ex-firefighter.  While the blog is inactive, I've seen him come back here and there, and I hope he starts blogging again.

Rambles From My Chair

by Scriptor Senex, AKA Clive John Edwards, October 23, 1949 - January 27, 2024.  RIP.  He was a good man, knew how to tell a story, and would have fit in most anywhere.  He passed away quite suddenly from a stroke.  I miss him.

Stylos

The blog of Jeff Riddle, a Reformed Baptist Pastor in North Garden, Virginia.  The man is a notable theologian, and I read him as time permits.  Mind you, none of his missives can be read in five minutes.

The Small Hold - Will Not Go Down Without a Fight

Views of the 2023 Collapse From an OLD GenX'r on his last days of giving A F_ck!!!

The man knows what he's talking about, and is worth reading.

The Smallest Minority

The Smallest Minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. – Ayn Rand

Fred on Everything

That lovable old curmudgeon, Fred Reed, shoots from the hip - but he may be inebriated.

The Silicon Graybeard

An intelligent, erudite man, his contributions are well thought out and worth reading.  He describes himself as: Retired radio engineer, follower of Christ, RF designer, mentor. Radio ham, home shop machinist, lapidary, silversmith, roadie cyclist, learning to be a rifleman, and home defender, - a guy with too many interests to keep track of.

Tilting at Windmills

by CW Martin, who, by his own admission, is a lone man looking for means of expression in a tsunami of information.

Well, that's it.  For now.  I'll revise this list over the next few days, then edit the list on the left.

One blogger that I used to read all the time, and truly enjoyed, was Beat and Release.  If anyone knows what happened to him, I'd like to hear from you - or from B&R himself.