I don't "Grok"

I've hesitated to comment too much on the alleged "child abuse" case in Texas.

One reason is that I have not made myself aware of all the "fact" in the matter. There is so much information and opinion that is being put out by the media that it is difficult to get any sense of the real "facts" in the matter other than over 400 children were forcibly removed from their parents, their homes and their siblings.
I simply do not trust the media or the government to tell us the plain and simple unvarnished truth. They have too much money or power involved to be impartial, in my opinion.

There may be, in the future, a book written that attempts to lay out all the facts, both pro and con, but by then, will anybody care?


Former state District Judge Scott McCown, who handled hundreds of CPS cases while on the bench in Travis County and now heads the Center for Public Policy Priorities, agreed that, legally, it probably doesn't matter whether "Sarah" is a fiction.

The other reason is that I am a member of the religion from which the FLDS split many years ago after the LDS church renounced the practice of plural marriage (Pologamy).

I feel no need to either defend or condemn the members of the FLDS group. There are many different religions in this country..........some of them embrace the practice of cutting off the heads of chickens and goats. I confess I don't care........while I've never eaten goat (to my knowledge) I like chicken........fried, broiled or rotisseried.......perhaps goat is just as good (tastes like chicken).

The overriding concern that I have (and it matters less than nothing whether you agree with me or not) is that an overly powerful government continues to take upon themselves more and more control of our personal lives. They don't give me enough medications to cause me to like that.

If anybody reading this has anything to do with the disposition of my final remains and anybody will spring the money to put up a granite marker...........I want only one word carved thereon.......

Mel Gibson uttered it as the last living act of a tortured dying man in "Braveheart"



Freedom


Hopefully there will be someone in the distant future who still remembers the meaning of the word............and reading it .......will weep, for what once was.

Twilight

here at the kudzu grotto...........everything is quite and still. Through the tall oaks, with their immature leaves still straining to grow into a decent shade, I can see over the stand of pines across the road the last glow of the sun wrapping around the horizon providing a faint.....last bit of light.
The sky is that clear royal blue of a cloudless night, dotted here and there by the stars bright enough to twinkle their blue white light down through the years that separate us.
So quite........ and the wind so light that you have to stand absolutely still in order to feel it............that you can almost imagine there are no problems in the world.

Yet, movement toward the door brings the racket-ing of the Big Eye in the corner of the living room.............Talking heads with their subtle messages, warning us against non-conformity. Political aspirants declaring what is good for us.
Idiots still pander to the Barbarians at the gates.

Sometimes I think my Dalmatian old maid bitch, with her one brown eye and one blue, is a much more content creature than we. Almost makes me want to crawl into to her 55 gallon barrel.....lined with fresh ceder shavings and wheat straw......and get away from the world for a while. Let the rage and *RCOBOE dissolve away with thoughts of the next ham bone coming our way.


* red covering of Blood over eyes

More proof.........

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..........That Some people should not be allowed to breed.

The question becomes how do we decide which ones will be allowed.

Hitler, during the 1930'd and WWII, tried to create a master race by selecting the finest Aryan specimens to mate together. Near the small town of Budingen
where I was stationed in the early-mid 70's, there was some distance to the west an old convent where the young nuns were basically made slaves to the Nazi's and forced to breed with these so called superior males. The cemetery outside the convent contains the remains of many who killed themselves either during the war or afterward as soon as their captors fled or were killed.

Maybe ol' Adolph didn't have it quite right..........but, I think maybe something needs to be done.

Oh, Quite. I don't advocate anything like that. But possibly a return to natural selection will come about either by natural, economic or worst case collapse of civilization when the numbers of too stupid to walk and chew gum reach some magic point that I can only wonder at.

All I know is that when I ran my Dairy farm......I would selectively mate each cow to a bull that would increase the chances of improving the herd. Those that didn't make the cut became hamburger.

Maybe we just need to increase the number of wolves in our society to weed out the weak and dumb.

Where would you likely end up were that the case??

Some people have an understanding

Of how thing work, better than others. Are They right??

Maybe so........but this is an election year. Don't expect rational thinking from any politician from the city level on up.


GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

We Survived..

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.......the worst that Mother Nature could throw at us.......

Well....that is if you were listening to the local weather mavens last evening.

Every since a small wind tore the top off of the Georgi Convention Center a few weeks ago every time we get an errant cloud coming our way we get these warnings of Doom and Gloom.

But we all woke up safe and sound this morning listening to the grass grow at supersonic speed. I cranked up the power mower and bush hogged the grass back down to hopefully a size that I can handle with the old fashioned reel mower with only the sound of the blades clicking and my heart thumping to disturb the mating rituals of the Blue Jays and Crows. Please be assured that even though the blood pumping around in my head sounds like a 747 trying to take off at max gross weight..........no blood vessels have popped yet.

That may not be the case for much longer though. (more later)

I had determined that today would be a wasted one. The wife had spent the night at her sisters helping sew some new curtains........so it was cereal for the old grump and Slimfast for me. Oh......didn't I mention that the last weigh in at the VA put me perilously close to breaking the 200 lb mark. Now they do say that muscle weighs more than fat.....and I am big boned from a bit of heavy labor and lifting over the past 30 years..........but there is no excusing the amount of excess flesh I'm carrying around. I may be twice the man I was when I joined the Army back in '69..
......but to weigh almost twice that is intolerable.
So Slimfast is going to be my friend for a while.....along with a sensible dinner of course.

The wasteral day was history when the youngest daughter called and asked if I could come make her clothes dryer stop squeaking. I would have told her to get the husband out of the woods chasing the elusive turkey, but the opportunity to see the Grand daughter outweighed any thoughts of that.

When the obligatory kicking and banging on the appliance didn't do the job....I was reduced to actually examining and taking apart the dryer. Aside from being old....the problem turned out to be about a half inch layer of lint all around the ring the tub runs around on. For my troubles I was rewarded by the opportunity to tickle the grand daughter and draw around her hands and feet with the crayons.
Well that and to hear her squeal "Paw Paw" when I came in the door.

Soon it was almost time for her nap.......as evidenced by the droopy eyelids and crankyness............So

I decided to stop at the local barber shop I'd spotted on the way thru Watkinsville.
Three chairs and little waiting. Unfortunately............

Let me just warn any of you gents who might be traveling through and decide to have your ears lowered............
Don't.....I repeat Don't sit down in the chair closest to the door.....especially if they is an ancient old fart standing behind it who talks and grunts to himself the whole time he is butchering your hair.
My God.......my ears haven't stuck out from my head this much since I was seven.

This just goes to show that when your regular barber is out of town gambling his money away on the Gulf Coast, you should just bite the bullet and wait until he returns. Nobody should have to walk around for the next 3 weeks until the scalped patches (would have been better if I'd had my head shaved) grow back in.

When I got home and had a chance to really look at my haircut, the little veins in the middle of my forehead started to pulse like worms were crawling through them.

Anyway that was my day........and aside from really wanting to go in the kitchen and polish off that honey bun on the counter right now............I seem to have survived.

Hope you did also.

It was a simple thing.............

Really I don't ask for much.

Just that everyone do exactly as I tell them.......Or......

Sorry.......actually said what I mean for a moment there.

All I wanted to do was to change the password for my AT&T email account. (couldn't be because I'd forgotten the old one or anything)

Click here........click there.........call customer no service where I connect with Don Carter of Bangladesh or somewhere (and I'm Superman). Who's command of his native language is......
......I'm sure.......perfect. It just doesn't happen to be English.

Well.......he proceeds to take up an hour of my time and gets it where I can no longer connect to the internet and my desktop has disappeared.........WTF. Then He tells me that he has helped me all he can and for me to call some other company and they would fix the problem that he caused. Again.......WTF?

So I call customer no service again.........This time I connect with a pleasant young lady from Alabama........who although she went to Auburn I still think had to be the epitome of southern womanhood. Not only is she knowledgeable......but she quickly understands the problem and doesn't ask me to disconnect this or that or shut off the computer. No she simply and quickly ascertained the problem and led me step by step through the steps to fix it.

Problem solved..........and to the dismay of the rest of the world.......I can once again peek into the minds and hearts of politicians and confirm once again that we would be better off with a choice on the ballot "NONE OF THE ABOVE".

Many people are asking for God to Bless the USA. I sure hope he is listening and doesn't require us to press one for english.

I got nothing

Nothing really yanks my chain this evening.

So I was wandering around in the Documents I've stored from time to time and found a couple of nuggets that you might like to chew on and mull over.

I don't remember where or when I picked them up.......just that they seem appropriate during this political season. I'll sure be glad when November is over. Which ever way it goes, these words will still hold true.

The words of James Madison, as reported in The Federalist Patriot 05-11:
“If Congress can employ money indefinitely to the general welfare, and are the sole and supreme judges of the general welfare, they may take the care of religion into their own hands; they may appoint teachers in every State, county and parish and pay them out of their public treasury; they may take into their own hands the education of children, establishing in like manner schools throughout the Union;”

The creation of a cabinet-level Department of Education and numerous laws up to and including George Bush’s “No Child Left Behind” pretty well make this true. Every school board in the country has extra employees on board just to take care of complying with Federal regulation.

“they may assume the provision of the poor;”

Starting with Roosevelt’s Social Security, through Lyndon Johnson’s Great Society, and on into every federal giveaway, tax dollars are taken from working Americans, filtered through vast federal and state bureaucracies and distributed without requirement for responsibility to hordes of ready hands, most of whom will then vote for any political fool who will promise more from the pockets of the productive in America.

“they may undertake the regulation of all roads other than post-roads;”

Federal dollars are stripped from states, filtered through yet another federal bureaucracy and distributed as political prizes, giving us roads named after egocentric politicos who act as barons over their fiefdoms, assuaging their consciences and demonstrating their nobility by dispensing largesse to the suffering masses

“in short, every thing, from the highest object of state legislation down to the most minute object of police, would be thrown under the power of Congress.”

The allure of Federal monies allows the Federal government ot dictate everything from local taxes to speed limits by threatening the withholding of Federal funds if state and local laws fail to comply with Federal “guidelines”

… Were the power of Congress to be established in the latitude contended for, it would subvert the very foundations, and transmute the very nature of the limited Government established by the people of America.” –James Madison



"The masses have never thirsted after truth. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master; whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim."


It would be interesting to hear what you think.

How quickly…..

….does one forget in the midst of all our trials and tribulations, in the middle of our day to day scrabbling for the means of existence, and hopefully, some meaning, some reason for us to have a right to belong here, that we do not exist alone on this daub of mud and water spinning thru space at……….X.. Mph around a relatively small sun on the outer reaches of our galactic cluster. Just one among untold other galaxies with uncountable suns and unknowable numbers of planets, all merrily spinning around. And their inhabitants, if any, totally unaware of us, and if they are aware of the possibility of our being, would probably soon forget about us, because they are also dealing with their own trials, their own scrabbling about for the means of their existence.

How quick are we to label others. As gooks, chinks, japs, savages, barbarians, mooslimes, or whatever we choose to label them.. Just because we really don’t want to take the time to identify with their humanity, because they look, or smell differently, or they believe in different gods, or like the French they eat snails.

How quickly we can lump them in to some anonymous, catch all group. Where we can hide from their humanity.

It’s so easy to let others have to deal with them on a personal level.

I've been tagged......

......By the Delectable Darlin' Miss Jean.

This meme originated at Smith Magazine and has now
reached my little blog world, thanks to Miss Jean.

Just as I don't look at my whole face when I'm shaving, my belly when I get out of the shower, I also don't care to look too deeply into my brain.........I'm a little afraid of what I might find there.

There are battlefields more scary than the ones where bullets and bombs whiz around..
........caves that would make the one Luke Skywalker went into seem to be illuminated by stadium lights.......swamps more tangled than the Okefenokee, where the cottonmouth and alligator roam.

Why should I allow myself to fall prey to a silly meme?? How could I condense the essence of who and what I am into 6 words. One word descriptions would seem to work better.........husband.........father......grandfather........JERK......asshole....
Pilot (once upon a time)....Warrior........paranoid.......crazy.........overweight
....armed...........(not so) dangerous ...all these and many more would seem to be much more accurate in their way. Six words would seem to come too close for comfort....
......plus I would have to think about it for a while.......something that makes my head hurt and eyes water (that might be the pollen).

I shall think........



And having thunk........


Just now, really, beginning to learn.

I'm not going to tag anyone..........many of the few who read me don't have their own blog, but I'd be interested in hearing from those who do that I don't know and also those I know who don't. It'll increase the number of comments and I just might get a greater insight into those I love.

Dumb ass me

Those nice graded coins I was bemoaning..........

I almost sold them for less than I paid.......just to get most of my money back.

Turns out that 3 dates with the same mint mark are a little more valuable than I, or the guy who sold them to me, realized.

I might actually break even.

Even a blind hog finds an acorn now and again.

Helps if you keep rooting around though.

Hanging it up.......

..........well I would if I were actually pretending that I could write. I just like to rant and rave to quiet the ringing in my ears for a while. (actually it doesn't help, just lets me ignore it for a while)

But if I did have aspirations of being considered a writer.........reading This guy's blog has cured me.

Go and read.

H/T to LL