...and Happy New Year 2021 (Year of the Jackalope).
ex luce ad tenebras
An Internet friend and author, J.L. Curtis (AKA the Ancient Naval Flight Officer ), published The Grey Man: - Vignettes back in October of 2014. Thanks to the author, who has the tenacity and disposition of a rottweiler with a brand new rawhide chew toy, and the considerable efforts of Scott Tackett at 3 Ravens, Tina Garceau (cover art), and Mark Bielecki (narration), this book is now available on Audible (Grey Man Vignettes)
If you're looking for something by way of entertainment, this is a solid choice. The stories are well thought out, the characters develop, and the writing is well above average.
CW Martin reminded me of this pastoral train
wreck, and reminded me that I'd written about it
back in October of 2017. Read it or not at Church Scandal in Toledo, Ohio. The short of it is that three scumbags and one scumbaggette got caught abusing a teenage girl. They are:
Kenneth Butler (Works as a Prophet at Kingdom Encounter Family Worship Center 3030 N. Reynolds Rd. Toledo, Ohio)
Anthony Haynes (Works as an Apostle at the Greater Life Christian Center, 1130 Detroit Ave, Toledo, Ohio)
Cordell Jenkins (Works as a pastor at Abundant Life Ministries, 5025 Glendale Ave, Toledo, OH. Father is Bishop Chorrethers M. Jenkins and works out of Grace Evangelistic Temple in Youngstown, Ohio.
Laura Lloyd-Jenkins is Cordell's soon to be ex-wife, used to be a political somebody, and is scheduled to be sentenced later on this week.
Now Haynes is trying for compassionate release due to - well, read for yourself. The usual warnings apply - not safe for Moonbats, may contain racist, misogynist, and deliberate insults to minority groups and protected classes.
On Monday, December 14th at 11:02 PM EST, I heard 20-25 shots fired somewhere nearby. Judging by the sound, there were multiple firearms in use by multiple shooters. One sounded like a shotgun, but let fly with over five shots so I'm thinking more like an SKS or something.
This is not the Midnight Shooter.
For one thing, the time is all wrong. For another, this sounded more like some kind of Iwo Jima starting up. Well-now, me being a relatively sober, civic minded citizen of the United States, I called 9-1-1 immediately and reported shots fired. The nine-eleven operator asked me if I wanted to talk to the police, and I replied that it wasn't necessary.
Five minutes later I could hear the first siren wailing away in the distance. It was joined by a second, then a third, then an entire parking lot full of emergency vehicles got into the act. It stayed that way for a solid twenty minutes, and various vehicles with flashing lights passed my house. The CPD came by with the hammer down, maybe five or six cars. I counted two meat wagons, one fire truck, and a final CPD unit bringing up the rear. Probably older guys, as they have better sense than the young ones.
We'll see what's on the morning news, but I'm guessing a drive-by. Looks like Machine Gun Alley is living up to its name.
Update:
20-Year-Old Killed, 16-Year-Old Injured in East Columbus Shooting
From the article:
Officers were called to the 6100 block of East Livingston Avenue near Brice Road around 11 p.m.
Police found two people shot.
20-year-old Osjahnique Eugia [STET] Nicole Giles got a meat wagon ride to Mount Carmel East Hospital where she cashed in her chips. Her 16-year-old companion went to the hospital and is expected to recover. Physically, that is.
No, I don't know how to pronounce her name, even phonetically.
If you believe the local talking heads, the CPD said that the actual shooting happened on E Livingston Ave near I-270, which is West of where Osjahnique and the teenager were found by police.
CPD Detectives have no motive and no leads.
So it's either gang-related or road rage. Or both. Given the current political climate, I'd check to see if the car is sporting a Biden/Shaniqua bumper sticker.
Good luck with this one. I'm betting it goes unsolved.
I get a news feed from Slashdot (News for Pseudo Intellectuals and Crap No One Should Care About), and most days I glance at it and delete it - usually after it's been sitting in my in-box for about eighty years. Today I actually found something interesting.
Well, he's back. I think I've written about this guy before. He gets full of beer (or whatever), and when he's half in the bag he wants to shoot his pistol. He used to have a .38 revolver, then he had two .38 revolvers which he'd shoot at the same time. I think he's got a .40 now.
Last night (technically, early this morning) at two minutes after midnight by my bedroom clock, he torched off ten shots, rapid fire. I think he may have switched to a .40, as the sound of the shots is notably different.
Maybe I'll email the local PD and see if they have any interest. I doubt they do - last time they returned my email with a rather terse statement that I'd have to come down to the station and fill out a report in person, because, you know, rules and regulations.
Since I really don't care about him shooting, I'm going to skip the cops and just remind him to shoot safely.
Looks like the pellets have hit the turbine blades once again, and the GOP is involved while the Democrats are strangely silent.
The short of it is that Mike DeWine has stepped on a few toes, and as a result members of the GOP have decided to give him a fair trial and a fine hanging. Three things bother me about this, which I'll mention at the end of my usual curmudgeonly diatribe.
Standard warnings apply on this one.
Irregular readers may remember that I have a brother, Shotgun Bob, who is married to The Girl. They have one son, Albert, who is a natural born outdoorsman. A couple years back, Albert got his first deer and dressed it out himself (under the supervision of someone who knew how).
On October 22, 2013, Sonoma County, CA, sheriff's deputy Erick Gelhaus shot Andy Lopez to death. I wrote about it on Friday, November 1, 2013 - Police Shooting: Erick Gelhaus and Andy Lopez, as did Peter Grant, in The lynch mobs are out again . . ..
Peter and I differ on our opinions about this particular shoot.
Keep reading as it amuses you to do so, and remember that I'm an inflammatory sort of blogger.
This year, get the old ball and chain something that will scare the crap out of everyone and make the dog bark in the middle of the night. Just attach this little beast to a motion sensor and leave it in the bedroom hallway, or maybe in the living room. You're on your way to get a midnight brewski, and the thing lights up. If the dog sets it off, you'll probably get a canine call to general quarters.
Here it is.
I've resisted writing about the Presidential election mainly because everyone else is writing about it, and many of them know far more than I do about the results. Of the bazillion or so sites carrying news and opinions about the election, here are three that I think are worth reading:
Banned on 47 social media sites!
My brother Big Mike sent me a link to a decent article by Seth Barron, Trouble in Grand Central’s Paradise, originally published January 30th, 2020. Mike included the question: What's missing?
The latest conspiracy theory that might have some truth to it. This conspiracy involves treason, premeditated murder, bribery, and an absolute legion of other charges against the bad guys. If it's true, this one is going to make Watergate look like a misplaced check for $10 in the local church poor box.
If it's true.
I often read Peter Grant - the Bayou Renaissance Man. Today he had a post that referenced another of my favorite bloggers, J.L. Curtis - The Old NFO. Both men are erudite, intelligent, and both bear arms.
Let that last sink in a moment.
The Bayou Renaissance Man, AKA author Peter Grant, stumbled across the toxicology report for George Floyd, and not being able to leave well enough alone, he had to go and post about it.
Some people will take their finger out of the dike just to see if the water will come out. Trust me, it will.
My own commentary is below the fold, and comes with the usual disclaimers and warning labels.
I left Toledo, Ohio some years ago and shook the dust off my heels as I crossed the county line. Stumbling around the 'net, I discovered that the authorities have finally caught up to a few of the criminals running the gravel pit.
I watched President Trump 'debate' ex-Vice President Joe Biden last night (Tuesday, September 29th, 2020). It was a three martini debate.
I had to renew my driver's license, and today was as good a day as any. Why am I writing about this, you may ask? Because if I don't, I'm going to go hunting for a clock tower.
I don't expect to change anyone's mind with this missive. What I hope to do is to point out just what people are voting for when they vote for Biden.
On September 11th, 2001, the United States was attacked by an Islamic terrorist organization. There were four attacks, all of which were coordinated, three of which succeeded. The attackers identified themselves as the Islamist terrorist group, al-Qaeda, hereafter referred to as cowardly Islamic trash.
My neighbors, who we'll call Mortimer and Persephone, are still having trouble with their next-door neighbor, Tyrone. A few of you may remember Tyrone from an earlier post in 2018, Noisy Neighbor Problems. If not, no worries.
I don't know if I've mentioned this guy before or not, but he's at it again. I've dubbed him The Midnight Shooter. Last night around 1:30 AM he torched off 7 rounds - probably 8, as I was asleep and the first shot woke me up. Anyway...
I decided to report the incident to the local cops (Columbus PD) and filled out a report online. I don't expect it will do any good, one way or another, but there you have it.
I don't care if this man torches off a few rounds, I just wish he'd do it earlier.
What can I say? I get bored easily, and so wade through the spam to find that one singularly important personal question that I'm sure I can answer correctly. Here were have a young man who thinks he's trapped between Scylla and Charybdis, when he's really just horny as hell and doesn't know what to do about it. Shades of Eros, what should I tell him?
Reading Breitbart for lack of anything better to do, I came across this little gem:
Maxine Waters: Use 25th Amendment to Remove Trump from Office
Given that Waters is nothing more than a sub-human hate machine, spewing her vitriolic slander anytime the commercial media is around to report it as news, I was tempted to skip the nauseating details were it not for one important fact - Maxine Waters just spilled the beans and confirmed what I've suspected for over a year.
From the article:
I fat fingered the keyboard and found author Sarah Hoyt's blog, According to Hoyt. Sarah's a bit busy right now Taking Over the World and Leaving It Ruthlessly Alone, but she was considerate enough to provide a link to this article, Covid – by Galaxy Jane.
As a medical provider (PA-C with ten years of practice and a focus in Adult Primary Care and Occupational Medicine) who was recently the poster child for physically fit, middle-aged adult with zero co-morbidities hospitalized with a severe COVID-19 infection, I’ve been given an unusual perspective on the disease process from the inside with lots of good colleague conversation and education from the doctors, respiratory therapists, nurses and others that have been on the front lines of the pandemic during the course of my stay. I came out of it with a strong desire to counteract the constant media fear-mongering...Read the rest for yourself, and don't forget to thank Sarah for posting this one.
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Danny Ortega was a failure. He couldn't tolerate the implant to be a starship captain...At $4.99 it's a steal, and since most everyone is out of work right now you should do yourself and your S.O. a favor and pick up a copy. It'll keep you entertained for hours and your Significant Other can go about their business in peace without you underfoot.
But Danny Ortega has run his deep space research vessel Ghost alone for years, flaky AI and all, mapping the most unstable and unexplored regions of the Rift for the Cartographers Guild. When his latest mission lands in a mass graveyard of ships, including some ships out of legend, lost for hundreds of years, the guild isn't happy with him.
He picks up a misfit crew out of the asteroids and the games begin!
Turns out he'll need them not just for research and salvage, but to help him keep his ship! As word gets out that he has artifacts and is returning remains, Danny finds he's gone from chasing a prize to becoming one himself...
Unfortunately for his enemies, Danny didn't get his own ship by being an easy target or giving up. His odd connections and crew have plenty of surprises up their sleeves, too!
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