New Gun

Guess who got a new gun?

You Can't Pick Your Family

...but you can pick your friends and ignore your crazy neighbor lady when she goes off her meds and has a melt-down worthy of any spoiled five year daughter right in your front yard while you're trying to talk to a civil engineer about the heavy rain and the necessary construction of a swale (better known as a drainage ditch around this area).

Tenacity of a Moonbat

The Antique Naval Flight Officer shouted this down my well today, and it's a good read.  Check it out as it amuses you to do so.

Old NFO - YGTBSM!

As usual, he gets right to the points - and there are many.  I'm glad he posted this, but I'd like to point out a few things in my usual sensitive, thoughtful, and long-suffering way.

Warning: Typical fact filled rant ahead.  All moonbats are advised to put out their eyes with number two pencils before reading, least they do themselves a mischief.

COVID-19 Question

If you believe the Ohio Department of Health, we now have 1,653 confirmed cases of Wuhan Flu in Ohio. 403 of these confirmed cases are in the hospital; 139 are in the ICU; 29 have cashed in their chips.

The median age of consumers in the hospital is 59, with 50% being male, 49% being female, and 1% being other.  If you have to ask about that last number, then you haven't been keeping up with Moonbat Social Media over the last ten years.

What commercial media hasn't been saying much about are the homeless population and the illegal immigrants.  I guess the illegals got wind of the Wuhan Flu and decided to settle in Mexico.  Or something.  But the homeless population?  If this Wuhan Flu were every bit as dangerous and contagious as the government seems to think it is, the virus would have ripped through the homeless population like a Kalifornia wildfire ripping through Paradise.  If it is, no one is reporting it.

As for me, I'm not worried about it.  I remain inside most of the time anyway (I don't like people all that much), and while I don't wash my hands as often as Adrian Monk, I'm getting a bit obsessive about it.

My thinking is that the best thing to do is break out the old RV and temporarily relocate to an Ohio county that has zero cases of COVID-19.  Park and stay a while.

When Some Kid Pulls a Gun

A young man pulled a pistol from his waistband and waved it at me today (Monday, March 23^rd, 2020) in a threatening gesture.

What Am I?

I am a white male istaphobe.   And proud of it.

On the Lecture Circuit

Here is a video of a licensed medical professional who is engaged in controlling the COVID-19 virus delivering a lecture about the virus and how to defend against it.

Dr. Brad Spellberg on COVID-19

This is one of those rare instances where the video really is worth the time it takes to watch it.  The questions from the audience have probably been screened for pertinence, and so contribute to the lecture.  What impressed me most about Dr. Spellberg is his preface and emphasis to several questions: We don't know.

WuFlu Cognitive Impairment

I can't remember where I picked up this particular label, but the acronym is WuFCI, and is pronounced wuff-see.  I'm blatantly using it without permission, but it's always better to seek forgiveness rather than ask permission.  In most cases, anyway.  So my sincere thanks to the designer or originator of this label.  It's a good one, and if you're reading this, know that you nailed the situation cleanly.

Dinner at Big Mike's

Last night NoFacebookEver Big Mike invited me over for dinner at his house.  I had an Old Fashioned infused with cinnamon smoke, followed by a gin sour with Beefeater gin, and white wine with dinner.  After dinner we had Ethiopian coffee - which you can't get anymore - and Drambuie straight up in a brandy snifter.

The dinner was magnificent.

Mike made shrimp étouffée, and I'm here to tell you that I had the absolute best étouffée available at any price in Columbus, Ohio.  A truly magnificent meal, and when I finally left for home, the leftover étouffée went with me.  Probably enough for a light lunch.

My thanks to Big Mike for his hospitality.

Today I went to my band new Kroger super store in the hope of picking up a very few items.  I pulled out at 10:00 AM and was back home by 11:00 AM, having found everything I was looking for - except paper towels.  I could use a roll of paper towels, but I can wait.

The most interesting part of this excursion was overhearing the cashier at the liquor store (inside Kroger's - it's Ohio law, and it's every bit as stupid as the elected officials who wrote it and the governor who signed it) say that Kroger's store manager closed the store down at 6:00 PM yesterday (Sunday, 3/15/2020) due to over-crowding.  Go figure.

Emergency! Emergency!

We got us a genuine nine-one-one mayday emergency here.  I just got word from a reliable source that there is right now, this very minute, a certified case of COVID-19 in Togo!

That's Togo, Africa.

Truly the world is coming to an end.

Buddy, Can You Spare a C-Note?

I graduated High School in 1970, mainly because they didn't want to see my ugly pan in the principal's office every other morning, truancy being the reason for the office visits, and a genuine hatred of being in prison being the reason for truancy.  Back then public school was based on the prison model, with the school teachers as the prison guards and the principal as the warden.  Rules of conduct were applied arbitrarily, as was the punishment for infractions of same.  The guards favored corporal punishment - you got a beating when when of the guards took a dislike to you.

Think I'm kidding?  Ask anyone from that era who attended public school.  I hear Catholic school was worse.

Private school was a good deal different.  Several of my close friends attended Maumee Valley Country Day School, including my brother Shotgun Bob.  So naturally I'm on their mailing list.

Dweezil Zappa in Concert

A few months back my brother Big Mike informed me that Dweezil Zappa (the late Frank Zappa's son) was on tour and playing Frank's music.  The tour was landing in Columbus in March, and I was going.

I know - pictures or it didn't happen.  Keep reading, oh ye of little faith.

My Ticket from TicketBastards

I know, everyone has a right to make a living, and you can just go somewhere else, and on and on.  I don't care.  These people are class A dicks.

And now for the concert pictures, some of which are a good deal better than others.