Identity thieves that is. A**holes.
About to write the kudzu wife a check this morning and bethought to myself to check online the status of the Vast Kudzu Fortune. (VKF)
Good thing I did.....
Some how, probably through a skimmer, my debit card # had been used 3 times in Orlando, FL. I'm pretty sure I've never even been in Orlando, but, an atm at the 7-11 located at 6994 West Colonial St. had turned over nearly $900.00 of my Obummer stimulus stash. Good thing the welfare check is due day after tomorrow, although, I'll most likely be mightily tired of Pork & Beans by then.
Did you know that the Orlando County Sheriff's Department will take your criminal complaint online now. It's so refreshing not to have to actually talk to a live human to resolve these types of incidents.
Still if by some freak of nature or perversion of the normal way of things they do actually send a contentious human out there to look at the atm video tape (assuming it actually works) they might actually be able to see who the scum-crawling septic tank resident was that hied himself (or herself) off with the sum total of the VKF, no doubt to help fund their way through Law School, which they will need as a part of the resume that will help in their aspirations to enter public service and eventually become part of the great and wonderful leadership we have in Washington, D.C.
Is this a great country or what?
I'll tell you one thing.......you may see my mug shot in the paper for vandalizing convenience store fuel pump card readers, as I'll never more slide my card to one with out making sure it is an integral part of the original equipment, and in no way can be removed by less than a blow torch and crow bar.
It's too bad that vengeance can't be applied to folks like that by the victims. I don't want justice.....
...retribution is more to my liking.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Identity thieves that is. A**holes.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Head over to Hoosierboy for a letter we ought to send to every representitive at every level.
They ought to be required to recite "It's the people money, taken from them by force" into a voice recognition device every morning before being allowed to get out of bed, and then twice before being allowed to vote on any piece of legislation no matter how insignificant or how much or little money is being authorized.
Failure of the device to recognize their voice should lead to an electrical shock of sufficient strength to knock them to their knees being applied to their brain stem by implanted device similar to those used to track missing dogs or other animals.
This would also allow the public to track their movements at any hour of the day or night.
Just a little food for thought.
Posted by kdzu at 1:10 PM
Sunday, June 19, 2011
....is beginning to wind down to the supper time. Just turned the grill on and when it seems hot enough will tenderly place some of that ol' expensive cow parts on the rack.
The wife of my youth and I took a trip up to Dahlonega to see our friends at the Grisson Mine. Delightful folks with a wide range of mining, dredging and panning supplies, and their own pit mine which they dig out crush up and sell to the touristers in small bags or buckets to experience panning for gold themselves. What a thrill to find color in your pan.......of course if you have your own little honey hole where the only costs are getting there and a little backbreaking work, finding a small flake or nugget is even sweeter.
Our three kids all called and wished me happy papa day. I talked to Diana last week and I know she and the kids were treating Adam well today.
I kinda think I've posted the following poem before, but it hasn't been in any of the June archives I've looked at and it should be posted on a Fathers day.
Behind a Fathers Mask
To a small infant child, behind the mask of a father
is a person who is never wrong.
It seems he knows answers to all of her questions and
He is powerful and strong.
With a kiss to a boo-boo or a pat on the back, he
takes pains of the body away.
He makes pains of the heart disappear with a hug
and the words "I'm here to stay"
As the child grows older and independent she also
Grows away from the man she calls dad.
A relationship with him is just something she
holds in her heart that she once had.
Now a rebellious teenager who claims to know all
Dad never seems to be right.
And the long talks they once had now take the
form of a never ending fight.
So she leaves the masked mans arms to see
the world on her own.
And learns too quickly life could have been easy
had she only known.
After fighting the battles with him and saying
Things that weren't ment.
Thru all of the madness and tears only his
Love was being sent.
And now a full grown woman independent and
It is understood he was trying to be what she needed
him to be.
So she no longer tries to see behind her
Now answers come without effort about a good and
And she see him thru different eyes than a young
infant child and his identity comes thru.
He is not just my father, nor is he my enemy,
he is my dearest friend - forever true.
We have no idea what kind of father we'll turn out to have been until we see what kind of mothers and fathers our children turn out to be.
The Kudzu Wife and I have been blessed beyond measure.
For that we can thank the children we knew.
Posted by kdzu at 4:09 PM
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Boy, we had some last night. Not as bad as some of the folks more westerly of us have had this spring, but quite a show of thunder and lightning with more than an inch of rain and what sounded like enough wind to carry us away.
But......I looked out the office window from my easy chair, where I'd retired to after the power flickered and the computer and monitor shut down......and the leaves and branches of the trees were as still as on the calmest day of the year. WTH??
I've never experienced anything like that.
I had a 10 inch plastic lid sitting atop a coffee pot outside the shop.........with nothing weighting it down.....it's still there this afternoon. No protection.....sitting there on a 4 ft tall military container in the middle of a small grove of oaks.....from 10 inches in diameter to 30 inches diameter. Not a thick grove. Spacing from 15 feet to 40 feet apart. Weird I tell you.
I know I wasn't dreaming cause the pooch was going ballistic with fear and the wife commented on the severity of the storm.
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Or do I need to cut back on the meds?
Posted by kdzu at 5:00 PM
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
And tonight I got this one.
I'm sorry. Does this make me a bad person?
I just like to see examples of Darwinian Selection in action. It might happen to me one day, but I like to think I know enough to check to see if the switch is on before sticking my finger in the light socket at least.
Posted by kdzu at 8:59 PM