Sunday, September 25, 2011

"American Thinker" Goes Politically Correct


Help! I'm being repressed!

American Thinker has gone "pansy". I have been banned from commenting on their site. So much for an open forum. My comment was funny,
that
's all, just funny. It was accurate. I've noticed that A.T. has become rather bland. It's sort of like the the Baptist, Home School, Emily Post lobby has taken over their comment moderation bureau (aka STASI).

I won't miss A.T. too much. They have become P.C. boring. They have about a hundred authors that just recycle the same dozen themes. I think I'm in good company with the hundreds of other revokees. I have broken the 11th Commandment, thou shall not offend.
As John Adams said in the musical 1776:
"This is a revolution, dammit! We're going to have to offend SOMEbody!"


Anyway, I've been tossed out of better places than A.T.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

The More Things Stay The Same




Nebraska Educators Issue Grinding Alert In Advance Of High School Homecoming Dance | The Smoking Gun







I can't imagine why anyone would bring a grinder to a dance. Perhaps, they are afraid of the sparks causing a fire.

Oh, you mean the other grinding, that chance to grope a girl you never met? Oh, the torture of dancing all those fast songs for that chance to catch a slowie with that special person (by special I mean having the XX chromosome). The usual ratio was five fast songs to one grinder. Unfortunately, one could not count on this and sometimes one missed the train completely by going to the bathroom. There was a group of bottom-feeders that only danced the slow songs; they hid in the shadows like U-Boats waiting for a convoy. The bonus-play was the fast song that morphed to a grinder. There the hunter had the advantage of still having direct contact with his prey. Some girls were able to escape this trap by bolting away like a herd of gazelles.

The enemy of the grinder was the K-of-C ushers at the Catholic School dances. They wouldn't give you a warning, they would pick you up by the arms and hurl you out into the alley with the rest of the trash. They didn't tolerate any torso-to torso contact. The rules were one hand three inches above the waist, other hand held high up in the air with palm facing backwards and at least two inches of free air between you and the girl. If you lost your head and actually touched, an usher would come running over and place his hand between you and whisper in your ear "leave room for the Holy Ghost." This warning would immediately cause the young man to lurch back like he touched a spark plug.

Somehow, even with all these impediments one occasionally walked a girl home, got her phone number and never called her. It's good to see that traditional values are making a come back.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Good Book



I finally found a decent book. Quite a surprise, since my local branch library's new fiction section is 99% schlock.

It's about how a family that ran the Warsaw Zoo hid Jews during the Holocaust. It's not your usual ghetto memoir. It's a tale about animals and humanity. Maybe it's because I'm half Polish, but I did relate to the plight of Poland. The Poles were a conquered people only outdone by the Sicilians.

This book was recommended to me. I've decided that from now on I'm only reading books with personal recommendations; just going to the library is a waste of time.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Two Vehicles Slam House






WLOS ABC 13 News :: Top Stories - Serious Injury: Two Vehicles Slam House

A little excitement here in Fletcher. Every six months someone would take out a pole or a fence on this curve, but this time they got a house. This time we heard a bigger bang and the usual snap as the transformer blew up. Quite the excitement on the circle.

We met more new people than we do at the annual neighborhood garage sale. It took the paramedics 2 hours to get the victims out, another couple of hours to get the vehicles out of the bedroom and then two more hours to get the power back on. CP and I went out to Bojangle's for fried chicken, then it was listening to podcasts until we went to bed. I'm glad I had this EMERGENCY LEGO MAN to give us light. (Thanks, Marianne!) Just a twenty second crank and we had light in our bathroom until morning. I should tell Glenn Beck about the amazing Lego End Times Night Light.



Do you think those people will have to disclose their house was in an accident when they try to sell it? I looked at that house six years ago when it was new and thought to myself "I don't want to live ten feet below dead-mans-curve." After the previous crash the town put in steel I-Beams and a guard rail; I wonder what they will add now? Giant boulders? In the land of NASCAR, you shouldn't build your house in the pit.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

9/11: "So Ten Years Ago"

I thought one celebrates their victories, not their defeats. It’s “T-Ball,” estrogen-laden, liberalism that has reduced us to a nation of Pollyanna’s. Ten years after 9/11 we are bankrupt, mired in recession and celebrating a a five acre hole in the ground.

Every week in Israel some homicide-bomber blows up a busy intersection and kills a hundred people. What do the Israelis do? They rebuild the intersection, the stores reopen and life goes on. A month later all that remains of the incident are perhaps some small holes in the stucco. Here we build a park, we commission some artist to create a statue. In some Jackson Pollard way that statue is supposed to remind us of what happened while not making us angry. Ground Zero is New York's number one tourist attraction. It eclipses the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building and Yankee Stadium. Hey everyone, come take a look at America's hole!

America's hole is so big that five trillion dollars of debt, twenty percent unemployment, airport strip searches and the lives of ten thousand soldiers can't fill it. We now have ten million dollar border crossing stations on rural farm roads on the Canadian border. We now have senior citizens and children marching past TSA agents while they yell Mach-Schnell! at our airports. We have a sheriff in Pigs Knuckle Arkansas with an Apache helicopter. We have transparent backpacks, metal detectors in malls, color coded threat levels and duct tape on our windows. We have trillions of dollars of wasted money, all meant to create the illusion of safety.

Someone who has been to Afghanistan told me what it will take to win that war: “20 years, 20 trillion dollars and 200,000 lives.” We have neither the will, nor the resources. We send out a million dollar missile to kill two peasants. The Taliban hires a peasant for five dollars, gives him a hundred year old rifle and twenty dollars worth of ammo and he keeps a whole company of Marines pinned down for a day and possibly kills one.

As a nation we have grown old and entered the stage of despair. We talk about the old-days, we make do with less, we are consumed with security and stifled by ambivalence. We think in terms of our life expectancy instead of our children's future. We are a collection of platitudes, PSA commercials, politically correct androgynous zombies claiming to be free a people. A free people would have rebuilt the Trade Center in two years, made it 125 stories high and put SAM missiles on the roof instead of a restaurant. Instead, "men without chests" and a throng of "empty suits" will be holding a Ten Year Celebration. Fill the freakin hole! It's a hole in the heart of our country. Then again, perhaps they are afraid of losing the tourist dollars.

The U.S. is like the cape buffalo surrounded by hyenas. It’s death by a thousand small bites. We don’t feel the bites because we are too busy celebrating our “hole in the ground.”

Monday, September 05, 2011

Dumb Holiday



It's raining here which tends to make a boring BS holiday even more of a snooze. CP is working however, and since I'll be retiring soon I'm trying to find new ways to pull my weight. Against all common sense and intuition CP agreed to let me do the grocery shopping. I was off to Wally's at 0800 with my detailed list of items for this week's menu. The above picture shows all the Great Value items I picked up for CP's Mexican dish for Weds. night church.



Here are the four items I got wrong. I never imagined there were 24 different types of canned tomatoes. There are stewed, crushed, peeled, paste, shredded, sliced, diced, pureed and pitted. They also come in Mexican, Italian, French and Dill varieties; I never heard of the country of Dill. I also screwed up the Hidden Valley Ranch dressing by getting the dip instead. No-Salt diced tomatoes; wrong again. I got so excited that I found the last can of Tex-Mex tomatoes, however, I got the diced instead of the stewed. Then CB ignored the Campbell's beef broth on the list and got the Great-Value brand which isn't condensed.

Luckily, Wally's is less than a mile away so I'm off to return the four wrong items and hopefully get the right stuff. But guess what? Wally's doesn't carry stewed tomatoes Mexican style, so I still have to go to the supermarket find that one style of stewed tomatoes that the recipe calls for.

CP was just so sure me doing the shopping would be a disaster that her eyes are rolling back in her head when I try to explain. She is praying "Oh God please don't let him retire." Imagine what life would be like as one big continuous rainy dumb holiday.

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Labor Day Weekend, Without The Jobs

It was a choice between the Apple Festival in Hooterville and the LAAFF Festival in Asheville. I prefer the latter. I'm just not ready for the Dockers and pastels of the AARP crowd. I get enough senior agitation at work.
I tried to book this band for an opening act at the Feed-n-Seed. They didn't have a business card, a telephone # or a web-site. I think they just met each other that morning at a bar. The clogger came prepared with her own little dance floor. Now in Greenville you will get a ticket for playing in the street. In Asheville you can make a good living at it.


This is your car on "Asheville". So many bumper stickers and so little space. I'm imagining this going down I-26 shedding the Taj-Mahal and its cast of characters.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

The Activia Challenge


We must keep Bo's digestive system in tune, otherwise he gets sluggish and grumpy.