Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Some days

There are some days when you just wish you felt as good as everything looks.

What a day. One of those all too infrequent days when the combination of temperature, sunshine, blue skies and low humidity make you want to take a movie of it in your mind and play it over and over.

Did you ever peer into a bluebirds nest and admire the delicate color of the eggs. That was the color of the sky this afternoon. With just a few puffy white clouds around the fringes for contrast, it seemed to me to be both warm and gentle and cool like a breeze from a high mountain lake. If that seems contradictory, so be it, I only know what it was like to me, not how to describe it to you. Close your eyes and dream your own dream.

Not too much foot pain first thing in the morning. Of course doing the foot and hamstring stretches caused a few wrinkles in the brow and a murmured "oh damn" or two.

Why is it that the older we get the things we want stiff aren't and the the things we want to be flexible are stiff? Does that seem fair to you?

Of course by this evening the pain in my heels was beginning to make me want to throw up a little. Sorta took the pleasure right out of the day.

I took the insoles the podiatrist gave me out of the shoes and replaced them with some Dr. Scholl's gel inserts. We'll see how that works tomorrow. Why would a guy who spent all those years in medical school assume the a hard piece of plastic under my heel in exactly the place where it hurts the most will magically fix the problem? Jerk!

One thing we're not short on these days is people who are dissing this, that or the other. If you watch the network news or listen to any talk radio at all you may be tempted to go look for a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific somewhere.

Too much noise!

The youngest grand daughters other grandmother sent the wife an email this morning with a poem she wrote describing her joy in the grand daughter. You've seen her pictures on this blog. They don't begin to express the sense of joy and wonder she possesses. I'll paste a bit of what she wrote here....

She Dances With Joy



No Inhibitions, No Holding back, Just Pure Joy

The world hasn't gotten to her heart to censor her yet.



She senses pure joy and cannot contain the feeling,

It’s like playing with mud pies and not realizing you're dirty.



It’s like running in the rain and not noticing that your shoes are squishing and if you do – just laughing!



It’s like seeing your Grand parents drive up and being so excited you just jump up and down and start dancing in place before your feet can actually move toward them.



It’s like holding your Mommie and Daddy’s hands and counting 1, 2, 3, and getting a big swing and feeling secure that they are not going to drop you.



It’s the pure joy of going to Grandma’s house and knowing you're almost there and you are squirming in your seat because you know you are going to get hugs and kisses.


It’s like riding the 4 wheeler with your Daddy and Mommie with the wind blowing in your face and yelling in the wind to see where the sound goes and your Mommie and Daddy is laughing and doing it with you.

It’s the moment she sees her Grand Daddy drive up in his Big Red tuck to pick her up that she races to the fence and calls “Grand Daddy” and hops up and down and races to the door – trusting he'll be right there.



Of course this is the first grandchild from their only child (will there be more?) so perhaps her astonishment and joy might be understandable.

I don't think it lessens with additional children or grand children.......we just are so busy we don't notice it as much.

Any hoo........foot pain aside....the day and the joy were quite enough.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day

Once again it has rolled around.

Around here at lunch time it has left me in the company of the ol' Grump and the pooch. Thrown on our own devices to find something to eat.

Two of the daughters...mothers themselves, have taken the wife to Applebees for lunch and a girly meal.

I don't mind so much since I carried her to an over crowded buffet style steak house last night and filled her up with as much as she was able to carry back to the table.
Yeast rolls seemed to have a particular attraction to her.

Me...I was after a pink in the middle piece of cow or two and all the fried popcorn shrimp I could get on the plate along with it. I was going to partake of the clam chowder as it looked and smelled pretty good, but dessert got in my way.

Anyway..I'm pretty glad for all the mothers in my life, both now and in the past.

I can barely remember my Great Grand mother Mahaffee, Francis. Her daughter Mattie Lou married my paternal Grandfather Oscar, which produced my Father who married My Mother Ada Inez, which produced me and five sisters (all Mothers, and good ones), which allowed me (well not really allowed, since it was and elopement) to wed the mother of three fine children...two girls and a boy who themselves are now mothers and fathers.

So it's a pretty good day all around.

I got up and did the recommended stretching of my feet and determined to stay off them as much as possible today. This will be accomplished by reclining in the Easy-Boy and elevating them, making the flow of blood to my head somewhat easier where I shall no doubt dream of all the mothers in my life.....now....in the past...and in the future.

For without mothers would we have a future to look forward to...and would we want to.

Friday, May 08, 2009

I still live....

Walking......not so much.

Spent most of the day yesterday driving to and from the VA in Augusta, GA. Two hours each way more or less depending on lead in foot and how may stops at old friends I make on the way back..

Had an appointment in the podiatry clinic at 11am. Finally got called in at 12:15 which was about as I expected although generally they are a little quicker.

I've complained from time to time about my Plantar Fasciaiatis problems. New shoes didn't work.....new insoles of varying heights of arch support and heel cushioning didn't help. So a couple of Cortizone shots in the heel and arch of each foot.

It's some better today. I came in a while ago and took off the shoes and socks and intend to put my feet up on the recliner is just a bit.

The bad part of yesterday was that I was late taking a medication when I got home and it kept me awake until about 4am this morning. Getting up at 6:45 wasn't something I wanted to do....but did and got a little work done today. I've got things boiling and covered and I'll look at them again in the morning.

In other news I invite you to click on the link in my sidebar for Pat Dollard. If you feel a need now-a-days to defend the Constitution and the Free Market system that has led to our once and future great country being the shining city on the hill that so much of the world wants to come to and participate in you might want to join with like minded folks there in an effort that will be worth your while.

I'm off to finish reading my favorite blogs and leave snarky comments then to the recliner......Anything good on the boob tube tonight?

Monday, May 04, 2009

A Challange

I am pleased to have a friend in Toccoa GA who I attended church with and served with in several leadership positions.

When first we met it was obvious that he was as disdainful of Vietnam Veterans as I was proud to be one.

Over the course of several years and many heartfelt discussions (always respectful, even if sometimes I did leave his presence thinking to myself, "what an idiot", as I am sure did he) we began to understand each others motivations and I'm happy to think he began to have a different understanding of the reason some serve in an unpopular cause in the face of massive disapproval of those whose respect we most wish.

As Gary began to learn more of the founding of this great country and the at times contentious reasoning's of the signers of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United State and Bill of Rights he realized that they were motivated more by a desire to live in the freedom they believed was a God-Given Gift to every being on the planet than simply to oppose a tiny (compared to now) burden of taxes placed on a population that struggled to eke out a living from a sometimes inhospitable land. He began to walk with a decidedly more upright lean to his stride...
..toward freedom as a default position.

I can't claim any credit for his decision, he chose a different path as he learned to think more on his own and not take so many of his positions blindly from those he had previously listened to and followed for so many years. I only hope I caused him to begin the process of seeking to learn.

I can never convince anyone of the rightness of my position....hell, I'll be questioning it myself until I run out of time....and if I learn a thing that is different and I determine the truth of it, I'm not afraid to change. After all that is what we do as long as we live....if we think.

The link Here is to a long blog post... but I challenge you to read it through to the end. I don't have enough readers of this pissing and moaning to think it will make a difference........I just hope in the long run YOU will think it did.

Click above or copy and paste this

http://sipseystreetirregulars.blogspot.com/2009/05/missed-anniversary-vous-les-americains.html

"There's a drug issue"

2:30 am Monday morning

Said the officer as he headed down the steps.

"I figured it was something like that", I said as we thanked him and he went down the drive to his car.

He and his partner had responded to our call to give a 20 year old girl (you can't call her a woman if she doesn't have, apparently, enough sense not to do the things she's doing, can you) a ride back to where ever it is she's supposedly living tonight.

We were awaken by the doorbell, which set the pooch off like a rocket. Not without reason since a moment before he (and we) was asleep on the pillow above the wife's head.

Tiny he may be....but in his mind this is his turf and he'll defend it (or at least give me enough warning to grab the nearest pistol) with all the heart of a doberman crammed down into the body of an eighteen pound Yorkie.

Outside on the steps was the girl who'd caused his alarm.

"Can I use your phone to call for a ride, or can you give me a ride home", she asked.

"I've pee'd myself, I'm pregnant".

"Wait there, I'll get the phone". I closed and locked the door.

"I'm calling the police", said the wife, "I told her the last time I would"

I was going to give the girl a ride but my wife's instincts are more right than mine. This was the 3rd time in the past 2 months this same girl had turned up on the doorstep in the early morning hours needing a ride home.

I had given her a ride the first time. It was the second morning of the big snow when the power and phone was out and she was trying to walk home in her pajamas. The second time my wife sent her and her girlfriend on their way, saying we were'nt a taxi service.

Always on a Monday morning. Always apparently the guy in the story had kicked her out of the house. Probably after a weekend of partying and her presence no longer tolerable or useful.

Just Damn.

It seems there are more than a million stories here in the big metropolis of Clarke County. And no shortage of stupid young girls who never knew their father because their mother was also stupid and will be perpetuating these disaster stories into the future.

There ought to be a spay and neuter program set up for some of these kids.

Maybe do it without anesthetic.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

So called torture

is much in the news now-a-days. To listen to the talking heads you'd think that American intelligence agents were not only next in line to succeed Satan but that he was seriously worried about a coup in Hell.

Ann Coulter puts it in Perspective.

Personally I think the Russians might have a more effective Method.

Also personally.......if I was allowed to do to some of the people in washington, DC as I'd like to.......even the Ruskies would be appalled.

Do you think I need to be on a higher dosage??

Life's a Bitch.....

.....so they say....

...and who am I to disagree with them.

We're pushed wailing and crying into the light and cold, experiencing our first rejection by the host that mostly formed us.

It sometimes doesn't get any better from there.

.....and then we die.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

An almost Rainy night

9:10 pm

All the old folks have been in the bed for 45 minutes and I sitting here wondering if it's too early in the year to turn the air conditioner on.

The windows are open and the ceiling fans are whirring around and around but it's stuffy and warm her at the kudzu grotto.

I just walked out on the back deck. Lightning is playing silently around in the clouds to the northeast. They had a bit of bad weather up around the V-man homestead a bit ago. All north of us except for an occasional sprinkle that patters on the deck boards like the slow drip of a leaky shower head. Not nearly enough to rush out in with a bar of soap and startle the neighbors. Although the sight of my lily white arse dancing around in the back yard would be a serious incongruity in this neighborhood, let me tell you.

Nothing much going on.....The Taliban is going to overthrow Pakistan. (You knew this was coming when the US basically pulled the rug out from under our old ally Mousharaf. Sorta reminds one of the brilliant decision to abandon the Shah of Iran in the late 70's. Hey, he might have been an asshole...but at least he was our asshole, and the Iranians were living in at least a semblance of civilization. (when they say you can't go back again....look at Iran to see a rush backwards to the 12th century)

Sometimes I have to wonder if any of the bureaucrats in the State department have any loyalty to "Truth, Justice, and the American Way".

While searching for anything interesting to read on the blogs tonight I found this that made me laugh. First time I'd read Goldbloom’s Padded Cell. I'll be sure to return from time to time. I sure hope those tales are not true.....but, I suspect they are. Just damn.

Well the silent lightning has moved closer and there may actually be a little air stirring outside.

I think I'll go out and listen to the tree frogs sing love songs to one another.

May sing a few myself.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Time in a bottle




Time......

Too little...too much....not enough......where did it go.....how much is left....I don't have any...when will it be...

Damned if I know. All these are questions asked thousands of times a day, week in and week out.

We....that is mankind has been measuring it in some fashion for as long as we've had any cognitive thought processes at all. Whether it's making marks on the cell wall counting the days left or the days spent, we all in some form or another tend to keep up with time.

Why???.....good question, and I don't have a good answer for it that will do the subject justice.....there's just so many reasons...all of them related and all specific to our particular situation at the moment. Moment.....once defined as

A moment is actually a medieval unit of time equal to 1/40 hour or 1.5 minutes or 90 seconds. Of course now it means a short period of time

Source here

As a youngster I used to love to spring that definition on someone. It's funny sometimes the things that stick in your brain.

Anyway....I've always loved keeping time... every first my first Timex watch when a teenager. Of course back then you had to wind the mainspring every morning....
but I enjoyed being able to keep up with the passage of time...to be able to show up at the allotted hour.

Of course while I was in the Army flying fling wings it was important to know the time accurately. Take offs were set for a specific time......missions started at a specific time...... Instrument landings were timed after the crossing of a beacon..you started your descent at a specific time.....and of course you had to log your flight time in the log book accurately.

But, beyond all those things I just like being able to measure time. I like clocks and watches.....especially wrist watches and pocket watches.

I still have the Omega Speedmaster Chronograph I bought in 1972 because it was the same kind of watch the astronauts that went to the moon wore. It still keeps great time although mostly now it is regulated to an occasional wearing just for old times sake.

I have work watches...dress watches and even one that was give to the UGA Bulldog staff for being in the SEC championship game that they lost to LSU several years ago. Got it from a pawnshop here in Athens. I wish I still had the watch they got the year before when they won the SEC championship. In a moment of weakness I sold it to a friend who had attended UGA. I later learned he'd traded it to someone else. Mostly my watches are not expensive. I after all cannot afford a Rolex or some of the big name watches. Bulova is about my price range and I don't mean the really nice ones.

But occasionally even a blind hog turns up and acorn or two.

I picked up from my jeweler buddy in Toccoa today (also got a glimpse of the Portuguese beauty) a couple of watches I had him send off to be cleaned and adjusted. Got them with a bunch of scrap a couple weeks ago. I bought them for the gold cases. 18 kt gold both of them....one a Lucien Piccard (a quartz movement, but at least a Swiss movement and not one from China).....the other a Girard Perreagaux with a self winding movement (maybe 50 years old?).

In a day and time when Walmart is the king of retailers and China makes everything it seems, it's nice to see precision timepieces and remember that there is still quality in the world.

Both in watches, and people.

I'm thankful to know some of both. It's difficult to part from either.

Ya'll pray

I came in a little after lunch today to find the wife in the car about to take off to the Vet's. It seems that our little pooch was feeling a bit under the weather and, being the talented dog whisperer she is and noting that he wouldn't eat a piece of ham lovingly cut into bite sized pieces and given piece by piece from her hand, knew immediately that something was wrong.

Hence the trip to the Vet.

It seems that poochy has eaten something that caused blisters within his little esophagus causing much distress. What it might have been is a mystery to us, but the Vet said that certain grasses or weeds might have been the culprit.

Of course the first thing we thought of was that he might have taste tested some of my refining supplies. But, no, when checked they were found to be stored properly and out of his reach. Soooo.... at this point we have no smoking gun.....only a poor little distressed pooch who doesn't even fight when we squirt the medication down his little goozle.

So you all keep Toby Boy in your thoughts and send up good intentions to the universe, that he might have a quick recovery and get back to eating much more than is good for him.......sorta like I am want to do if given half a chance

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Tilling the land

Once upon a time....a long time ago...I was a farmer. A dairy farmer it's true, but a dairy farmer especially a small one as we were, has to be many things.

1. a guy with Popeye forearms from squeezing all those teats. Yes we had milking machines, but after washing and drying the udders you have to squirt a few squirts from each teat to insure that the milk is OK. Looking for abnormalities and testing a small amount to check for a bacteria presence. You may know that fresh milk from a healthy cows udder is free from bacteria....and if properly handled will mostly stay that way until consumed. Hence the need for constant cleaning of milkers, pipelines, tanks and ensuring that the milk is rapidly cooled to about 36 degrees F and kept that way through the process from cow to consumer.

Another thing is that sometimes due to circumstances it becomes necessary to milk a cow away from the barn. If you don't have a small portable electric powered milker pump with either a generator or long electric cord, you wind up milking out all her milk by hand. Try that on a cow that produces 5 gallons in the morning and 5 gallons in the afternoon. Thats about 85 pounds and I've had cows that produced as much as 140 pounds a day.

2. A husbandman of not only the cows and young stock but of crops like corn and hay, pastures in the summer and winter, winter wheat, spring rye, sorghum cane....you name it.

3. A mechanic to work on all the equipment that it takes to till, harvest, fertilize. Tractors, manure spreaders, silo loaders and un-loaders, hay cutters, hay balers, silage wagons, feeding wagons and all the electrical equipment that controls so much of the dairy process.

4. A fence post setter and wire stretcher.

5. A driver of trucks, tractors, earth movers and smoothers and most importantly of men (hopefully done by leading and example) and animals.


But that life is long in the past. Years and the added burden of too much weight has about brought me low.

What causes all this moaning and groaning you may ask.

Well you may.

I was tasked with getting the garden tiller cranked this morning and tilling up a small plot for the wife to set some daisy plants out.

Well the tiller doesn't want to crank easily today so I'm off to the auto parts for some oil and starting fluid.
We're soon in business finding roots and rocks enough to fill a wheel barrow. (this for a single tiller wide patch eight feet long). All the jostling, wrenching, bouncing and lifting of rock of various sizes up to 30 pounds soon had my lower back screaming for a little relief.

A trip to CVS for a back brace, and then a return to CVS to get a larger size since my pants size does not in any way resemble my actual belly size.. Just Damn! I've got to get rid of a 3 or 4 year old kid who has somehow grown inside me. My first goal has to be to lose 30 lbs...the next to lose at least 10 more while doing enough exercise to keep the belly from hanging down around my......well...

The process started at lunch where I had two hot dogs...no bun...with a bit of mustard and 16 oz of water. Tonight limiting the portion size and making myself stay away from the pound cake lurking enticingly under the cake plate cover on yonder table.

Well at least the back pain has eased and soon I'll take it to bed. We'll see what the morrow brings. Hopefully something nice.

See you in the morning.

Git on th' wagon

Did you ever take a dump in an outhouse?

Did you ever use a page out of an old Sears and Roebuck catalog to wipe your butt?

Did you ever go into that outhouse on a summer day and have the heat inside start sweat running down your back like you'd just finished a marathon and the smell be almost enough to gag a maggot?

I'm old enough to remember the old privy, or as we called it, the 'outhouse' at my grandfathers house.

It wasn't there too long. I think they started building their house just a hundred yards up from the dairy barn in the year I was born. They'd been living in an older house down the road from the dairy for quite a while.

The outhouse may have been there before they started building the house, because I can't remember the house not having a bathroom in my first memories, but I can remember using the outhouse there as well as at other old homeplaces and our little country church which has a two sided double holer. One side was for the men and boys and the other for the women and girls. Not a lot of privacy as far as the sounds of bowel movements were concerned, there not being a separate pit for either side.....in fact the one at the church didn't have a pit. It just had an opening in the back so the by-products of church 'homecomings' and 'dinners on the ground' could slide slowly down the hill in the back.

Grandpa's out house was eventually removed...lingering only in memory and thankfulness that we've got indoor plumbing now.

All that long in the past except for trips to the woods, where we just have to squat behind a bush, or a port-a-potty at the fairgrounds now and then.

I can remember the old mule drawn wagon stored down in the shed beside the corn crib also....although by the time I came along it had been retired to a slow death from dust, cobwebs and neglect in favor of more efficient methods of hauling crops in rubber-tired wagons pulled by McCormick Farmall and Ford 8N tractors. So I never got to ride behind a pair of mules plodding steadily between the fields and the barns, dust puffing from under each huge iron shod hoof at each step, the only noise the clopping of the hoofs and the creaking of the wooden wagon and the occasional passing of gas from under their course tails.

But, I know what it means when somebody says "Git on th' wagon".

It means that if you don't hurry and get in the back of the truck and hang on, your daddy was gonna grab an ear and apply the side of his brogan to your scrawny backside in an effort to make you see the light.

I've not posted for almost a week. Mostly because I've watched in amazement as the media for the most part tried to marginalize, minimize and ridicule the TEA Party activities of tax day. Their words quite at odds with the impression I came away with that day.
And partly because I've been busy seeking, finding and moving the small treasures I fool with. Also partly because we spent Sunday traveling in the NE Georgia mountains visiting some gold mining sites and taking in the still full stream beds of the Etowah and Tesnatee rivers and Yahoola Creek.

There were a few rain clouds around washing the pollen from the air and causing the flowers on the dogwoods to shine as white as freshly starched shirts from the laundry. Azaleas bloomed in pink, red and white profusion, making a delightful colored salad for the eyes. It filled our hearts with gladness.....a restful respite from the cares of these days, which, depending on who is reporting, is either the worst of times, or the beginning of the end times.

Git on th' wagon is a phrase that we could well heed I think. I invite you to click Here and watch the two short videos. The Ol’ Guy doing the talking may sound a little country preacherish, but don't be fooled.....you don't become the CEO of Godfathers' Pizza and turn it from an almost failure in to a most successful company by being stupid. It takes a pretty intelligent thinker to accomplish that. It could be that we'll need more intelligent thinkers to keep this county from becoming just another foot note in the future history books.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Exercising

I actually got out and exercised a little this afternoon.

I walked about 3 blocks from my parking space (cursing the fact that I'm old and out of shape and that I should have worn my other shoes) to the TEA Party in front of the Arches in downtown Athens that mark the entrance to the University of Georgia.

But that's not the exercise I'm writing about tonight.

I'm talking about the fact that I exercised my rights under The Constitution of the United States as enumerated in The Bill of Rights.

First...Amendment I;

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

I used my freedom of speech to communicate with the people around me and express my opinions. We did assemble peaceably...and even allowed the communist workers party to exercise their right after they showed up across the street about the time the TEA Party was over. Which lead myself and many of the others to hang around and make fun of them. I also..along with other availed myself of the privilege of petitioning my elected representatives (some of whom were present and participating themselves) for a redress of grievances.

Second....Amendment II;

A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

Nothing really needs to be said here, except that I did so lawfully and safely. No one was harmed in my exercising of this right.


Third....Amendment IV

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

I felt perfectly secure, even though the officers in law were observed riding past in their vehicles and even moved the aforementioned idiots off of the island in the middle of the street. Apparently they had no permit for a street protest and had to move back to the opposite sidewalk where they didn't impede traffic.

Forth.....Amendment X;

The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.

I reminded myself that The People rights do not come from the government...rather the government has powers granted to it by THE PEOPLE whose rights come from their Creator.

It felt good.

I estimate the crown there to be about 250 or so. Not too bad for a demonstration in the heart of possibly the second most liberal city in Georgia.

There was (gratifyingly) a large percentage of young people there. It is after all a college town. But there were also octogenarians and I saw children as young as about six. There were businessmen, I recognized a lawyer or two. Rednecked farmers and their wives as well as young couples who looked like they may have (or still are) served in our military.

There was no violence (unless you call a little good natured heckling of the workers party crowd), no attempts to deny anyone their free exercise of any of their rights, just good people on both sides of the issue doing what more of us should have been doing all along.

I took a lot of pictures but will only post a couple picked at random. (clicky-click if you want to see them bigger.





There may be something to the advice to get out and exercise...I just might try to do a bit more of it.

True love

Scammers seem to be coming out of the woodworks and Washington, DC by the thousands these days.

Why just this morning I received an invitation to a relationship by a very nice young lady.

Here...I'll just post her lovely letter to me so you can judge for yourself....

--- On Wed, 4/15/09, helen akubia wrote:


From: helen akubia
Subject: Best regard,
To: concealed to protect the not so innocent, and not so niave
Date: Wednesday, April 15, 2009, 5:08 AM

Dearest,
How are you today?
i am very happy to your respond to the email i sent to you in your address at the site.
I am miss Helen akubia.
Age 24 ft 5/6 wt 59,I from Ivory coast,and live in senegal now.
I grew up in a Respected family with my grandma, mom, and two brothers.I learned early to love and respect mens and to respect family values.
I love music both listening and singing myself. I love sports and movies. I want a partner,

I am not joking i'm just a lonely woman looking for true love and family. I love children.I love ethenic men because you seem so fresh and real.
I am a very loving, honest, fun loving, caring, and passionate attentive lady. I am honest and trustworthy.

I am a one woman lady looking for a one woman man. I am a helpless romantic and in need to marry anyone with true love between us.
I enjoy the outdoors, the beach, active lifestyle, martial arts, swimming, snorkeling, reading, music, dancing and fine dining.

I know we can make future from here,and tell me what you think about this,i will like you to tell me more about your self and send me your picture ok,
i will sending you love tonight and in my dreams as you lay sleeping I drift down softly kiss your lips and lie down beside you and drift away in your arms.And i will like to know more about you,
i will send my picture i will sent to you,awaiting for your reply
Sincerely,
My Prince
Yours,
Helen.


As you might imagine I was most interested in the potentialities that might lie lurking in such a letter. Especially the opportunities to have a big ol' belly laugh at someone else expense.

Please.....any of you lonely people out there feel free to communicate with this young lady. I'm sure the possible comic benefits will be obvious to you.

Herewith: My reply

Miss Helen,
You sound like a very delightful and pleasant lady, and any lonely man would be proud to know you. However, I must tell you that in my experience long distance relationships do not work our for the lonely man because of the distance to which his member must be stretched, as well as his gullibility. Which I am sure you know can be stretched a long way, but what would happen if a band of Somali Pirates attacked while it was strung out that far. It would be difficult to reel it in fast enough to avoid potentially serious damage.

Additionally I am from an older generation than you and it is customary for the brides parents and family to pay the groom a dowry of 2 kilograms of fine gold before the nuptial planning can take place. This is not a thing to be taken lightly and no relationship can proceed unless it has been paid in hand in the grooms country of origin.

Of course all of us here would be very anxious to meet you and your cousins, and if you are ever going to be in the neighborhood, please to let me know so as I can make a trip down to Franklins to stock up for the visit.

Looking forward to your next most excellent reply princess.
Sincerely

Kdzu


By the way....she had responded to an advertisement on craigslist.com where I was advertising a 5 cttw 14kt tennis bracelet.

And she was not the first scammer....just the first to offer to marry me.

Well there was the one woman at the flea market who offered to marry me for a little while in exchange.

I still have the bracelet.

It's time

My friends,

I awoke at 4:36 am this morning convinced in my very soul that we have to do something now...each of us...individually and together to reach out to like minded individuals and groups (even if only a group of 2) to change the direction that our society and especially our beloved country of The United States of America is heading.

For too long We the PEOPLE have been dumbed down by those who would attempt to wield power and authority against us.

The latest outrage of our own Dept. of Homeland Security warning local LEO's against God Fearing, Constitution believing, Patriotic, law abiding Americans...even Veterens....has me to the point that I must act.

No longer will I remain on the sidelines....hoping against hope that the majority of Americans will wake up.

I intend to use what little resources and time I have available, to speak out...hopefully with a clear voice (and I know you have all heard and read me rant, at times incoherently) against injustice, oppression, criminality by any who would deny to anyone the rights and protections given to us as individuals by a benevolent Creater (whoever and whatever you chose to think that means) and guaranteed to us under The United States Constitution and Bill of Rights.

I suggest and urge that you get involved. Do SOMETHING to bequeath to our children...and generations to follow...the rights and freedoms that our forebears and ourselves served, fought and, yes, sometimes even died to protect.

I may not have the answers (if you know me at all you know that even though I might bluster and pontificate for all I'm worth sometimes) but I know that together we can make a difference.

You don't have to individually make much of a difference...just do something.... but together we can change the world.

For the better is my prayer.

Get involved...don't wait... we live in a time now where we can no longer wait, hoping that a divine providence will miraculously take care of things. It's truly said that GOD helps those who help themselves.

May we be Divinely Blessed in our efforts.

Consider the following actions.

1. Join NOW American Solutions
2. Add your voice to the movement to pass the Fair Fair Tax as a replacement to an unfair present tax code and the IRS.
3. Don't be afraid to make suggestion about how things can be made better.

Let's do something.

To you and this Great Country I pledge my Life, my Fortune, my Sacred Honor.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Remember the Alamo

I may just move to Texas.

I might pass out too..

Especially if I was just hearing it put this way.





It's said that there need to be watchmen on the wall, but, what do you do if you're a watchman and no one will heed your warnings. Do you pull an Alamo.....or do you head for the Gulch?

PS. Read some of the comments to this video.

Did you hear this??

It's over a year old......16 months old.

Did you hear it then? Does it put today's events a little bit more in perspective?




What are you going to do about it?

Better stock up. I don't care what you stock up on..........just stock up. Use care.

Monday, April 13, 2009

More evidence....

.....That I'm slipping into my second childhood.


The thinker





I don't remember who the blogger was (perhaps it was the acidman) who said there were three kinds of bloggers........Stinkers, Linkers and Thinkers.

I'm pretty sure I fall in the first category.....and I'm fine with that. A man must, after all, have some idea about his limitations else he is want to delude himself.

But today I chose to be a Linker.....to a Thinker. And not only to a Thinker, but also a man of words. Words crafted carefully to cause you to think more deeply about things you know already.......or feel instinctively at your core.

Go Here. You most likely won't regret it. And if you do regret it......let me know..
.. I'd like to identify you so we're not likely to meet face-to-face in this life.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Hick-um-ups

Just double damn.

It seems lately that all I do is complain about my feet or strange dreams.

Last night was even worse. I developed a case of the hick-ups about the time I got home from a hard day of treasure hunting, and they lasted 'til this morning.

With the exception of a couple of hours sleep during times when they abated a bit, it was an up and down night. My diaphragm would jerk up and down on the order of once every 15 seconds. I thought when I got up for good about 7am this morning that maybe they were over, but that notion was quickly dispelled by a new fit.

Right now they've calmed. I came and drank a glass of ice water in small sips while holding my breath and they seem to be gone. I'll sneak down a few bites of scrambled eggs and a bit of buttered toast and hope for the best.

The good news is that the worst of the thunderstorms missed us to the north last night. We did have some good hard rain and a bit of thunder and lightning, but nothing like our neighbors to the west and north got.

Springtime in the South......don't you just love it.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Polar Bears and Southern Boys

I suspect that when a polar bear stands bear (he he) footed upon an ice flo he considers it just another spring like day.

On the other foot....when this southern boy sits with his feet on an ice bag, two things are happening....his feet are hurtin' and now they are hurtin' and cold.

Damnation! I think I'll take two tylenol PM and put my feet to bed. Call me in the morning.

I'll let ya know if I have anymore weird dreams.

'Pon th' Dun @ 3:30am

There be more silver atop the ol' noggin now, than blond. My dearly departed mother used to describe the colour of it, in my youth, as dishwater blond. Hopefully referring more to the hue of it, than the fact that at the end of th' day it was full of dirt, grime and sweat from a day of play and work in th' barns and fields of a small (as most were then) dairy, where we lived, and worked, and loved, and fought when I was but a boy.

It sometimes seems that it's easier to sleep in the daylight hours, than th' dark these days. Much dreaming of odd and disturbing dreams of late...possibly due to weaning off of some of the meds.....possibly due to some message being sent, as I've come to believe.

Hopefully not a portend of evil to come, but of good.

More likely due to the influence of the full moon this night than anything else perhaps, for she shines halfway down the western night sky so brightly as to cast a shadow from the trees outside the window.

I thought I'd been prompted to rise and write down the images that were so much more than real in my head a short time ago.

At first I was haunted by a vision of having my truck stalled in the North Georgia Mountains while my children (still small and unruly in my dream, fully grown with families of their own in reality) were running about engaging in all kinds of mischief that I seems unable to keep them from.

Then a shift to a group tour of an ancestral home...perhaps in Ireland.....by myself and relatives both familiar and unknown. A royal place, full of tradition and items of history from many Generations. A royal welcome from occupants whose prestige and glory might have been behind them, but not forgotten.....but embraced, as might befit a house having seen better times, but determined not to forget a heritage proud.

Articles there were, from other times.....small and large. Histories and places of importance to none but family now, as succeeding generations, properly, place more emphasis on the here and now.

I've always been proud of my mothers, fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers, for they seemed to be people of accomplishment and success, tho' they were but people of the soil for the most part. But then.......by necessity back then....most people were. While not, perhaps rich in money they were rich in land and cattle and a work ethic that provided for the need of them and their families... with a bit left over for neighbors and friends.

Dun

Scroll down to Dun here

Down, Dun, Don These prefixes all evolved from the Gaelic word 'Dun', meaning a fortified place. As Ireland has always had wars, there are many examples of fortified places. Donegal [Fortress of the Foreigners] (county Donegal), Dungannon (county Tyrone), Portadown [Port of the fortress] (county Armagh), Dungarvan (county Waterford), Downpatrick [Fortress of Patrick] (county Down).

Perhaps there is something to my night time wanderings....certainly it means a bit to me....what exactly, is hard to define. Perhaps nothing more than a memory of an e-mail to our family yahoo-group a few years back....


Mike Dunigan,
Pampa, TX
----- Original Message -----
From: Lee
To: Dunagans@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Friday, January 07, 2005 4:16 PM
Subject: Re: [Dunagans] Digest Number 347

I used to go to Europe frequently my close friends who were researching their family history in England and Scotland. We spent many days walking through cemeteries and touring old libraries and homes. One year, we decided to make a trip to Ireland since none of us had ever been there. We visited several cemeteries, mostly as a joke, and to my surprise -- and theirs -- we never saw the Dunagan name or any of its many variants.

My friends began to seriously question my "Irish" heritage when we went to the National Heraldry Museum in Dublin and no where did we see the family name on its many displays. Disappointed and confused, I ask the security guard manning a information desk during the lunch hour where I might begin the quest. Something was wrong, and I wanted to find out the truth. Was Dunagan an Irish name or not?

The guard directed me to the National Library just up the street. While my friend and his wife went shopping, I went on a card catalogue hunt. Much to my surprise, an hour or so into my quest, I found a reference to an unpublished manuscript from the 1940's. I asked to see it and after going through the security procedures expected in such a place, I found my self in a small area with a microfilm to read. The original, I was told, could not be viewed.

After reading for an hour or more, I found it was far more than I could digest in one sitting. The writer, a Dunagan of one faction or another, had set forth a rough outline of the Dunagan family (Dunagan is one of the official spellings of the name recognized by the Irish government and Heraldry office; there are many variants as has been discussed in this forum). The author had traced the family to its earliest origins which lay in the fertile soils of four separate corners of Ireland. The earliest known patriarch of the family being Heremon, the 19th King of Ireland, the first of the Milesian line, who ruled for 15 years and 5 months from the "year of the World 2933" (approximately 888 A.D.).

I immediately went to the Library's main desk and inquired as to how I could obtain a copy of this intriguing document. The Head Librarian frowned. "I'm afraid that's almost impossible, " she said. "This is an original manuscript that was commissioned by the Irish Government and without the express consent of the Chief Herald of Ireland, I'm afraid it can't be copied or published. And, unfortunately," she added, "Permission is seldom granted in such matters."

"How do I try and get permission?" I persisted.

"You must file a formal petition with the Chief Herald's Office, just down the street. It could take months to get turned down." she replied smiling.

Back down the street I trudged to the same museum I had left with disappointment earlier that day. As I approached the same guard who had been there earlier, I calmly explained to him my situation. He listened intently and then, without saying a word, rose and departed through a door behind his station. Paperwork, I thought, He's gone to get mounds of paperwork. A few moments later a man comes through the door followed by a herd of others who are primping and pampering him -- one applying make-up. The man introduces himself as the Chief Herald of Ireland and explains that he is about to start a BBC filming but that when he heard my request, he wanted to meet with me.

Taking me upstairs to his office, where his staff had already assembled a flurry of maps and documents, the Chief Herald explained to me that the Dunagan family was all but extinct in Ireland even though it was one of the country's oldest families. Four clans had ruled Ireland as Princes in the early Celtic days. He pointed to maps and showed me where to visit. He outlined Abbeys and ruined castle sites, churches and battlefields. Dunagans are still buried in the walls of the ruined Cathedral of Limerick dating from the rule of Mary, Queen of Scots and Cromwell.

Many early writings give the family history, or parts of it:
The poems of O'Huidrin in the early 1400's praises the family:

Of the race of Conaire [an early Dunagan] the hero
Let us speak, of the Chiefs of Muscraighe (600)
A hoast whose seat is the fine land,
The land of Mairtine of Munster.

Muscraighe Mitine (602) the great
O'Floinn obtained, just in his battle host;
A valiant array who obtain away,
O'Maolfabhail is over it.

Oh Aadna (603) who bestowed cows has got
The wide Muscraighe Luchra; (604)
A tribe of fine and high renown
about the salmon-fall Abhain Mor.

The territory of O'Donnagain, certainly
is the great Muscraighe of the Three Plains (605)
with the host of the flock abounding Iaraam (606)
Host of the sunny land of vowed deeds.

Muscraighe Theithirne (609) the Mighty
Is hereditary to O'Cuirc, as a just man;
O'Maoilbloghain (610) important in the territory
Has tilled the land of fine sods.

Over Muscraighe Tire (615) the warm
Are two dynasts of best nobility;
O'Donghalaigh (614) and O'Fuire also (615)
Of the flesh plain of the flowery smooth border
.

Almost every quatrain of this poem has a reference to one of the four clans of Dunagans who forged early Ireland. Muscraighe of the Three Plains was a territory that King John granted from the lands of Muskerry Donegan to William de Barry. Muscraighe Tire comprises the present Barony of Lower Ormond and a part of that of Upper Ormond in the County Tipperary. The Chiefs of the clans of Tipperary and Waterford were O'Donegan or Dongan, Princes of Aradh, of the race of Heremon. And it goes on and on..

The family has a rich history, no matter how we spell the name today. The earliest known spelling was MacDonnegain or MacDonnegain, angelized to Donagan or Dungan, from the ancient Chiefs of the County of Limerick.

Happy Hunting!1

H. Lee Dunagan, AIA
Architect
Mineral Bluff, GA USA
----- Original Message -----
From: gfdunigan@aol.com
To: Dunagans@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, January 10, 2005 3:33 PM
Subject: Re: [Dunagans] Digest Number 347

Hey Dick
Maybe we should all change the spelling to the correct way.. DUNIGAN..

My family name is spelled the same back 5 generations. On my gg grand father who came over from Ireland spelled it Dunigan. His death cert had his father Edward listed with the same spelling. If the name was changed it was changed in Ireland. We think they lived in County West Meath, which is in the heart of the country.
Im told there are no Dunigans spelled our way left in Ireland. I also have a old registry of Dunigans from all over the USA by state and by other countries and there are none listed in Ireland.

Just a FYI

George

George Dunigan
George Dunigan Sr
John Jr
John Sr
Bernard
Edward.
Dick,

I also ditto "Learning something new each time you
post"

When I first started to research my Donegan/Dunnagan
roots, I ran into the same problem. My mother said
that my GGrandmother Pennina spelled it Dunnegan, I
couldn't find her anywhere. The line seemed to stop
there...till I discovered my GGGrandfather George
Washington Donegan, was the father of Pennina. Well
after a brief period of happiness, I was 'stuck'
again. Eventually I found out that George had changed
it from his father's spelling. George's father being
James Henderson Dunnagan. I too have rode the
Dunnegan/Donegan/Dunnagan merry-go-round!


We need to be reminded of where we came from ......from time to time....to keep us humble sometimes, and sometimes, to lift us back up.

I prefer @ this early hour (4:47 am) to think on the later.

An so....back to sleep for a bit......in the smaller brown rocking recliner, with my Georgia Cattleman's wall rug pulled up over me....for if I sneak back into the bed the wife...sensing my return, will, no doubt, get up at her usual very early hour... and she needs her rest.

Soon, a new dawn will break.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Need a bowel movement??

Then This ought to scare the shit out of you.

Then make you get off your arses and pick up a loaded gun.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Heaven's Booty Call

The world is certainly full of strange, weird people. So much so that sometimes you just have to wonder if earth is the insane asylum for the rest of the universe.

This story out of New York certainly doesn't lead one to think any differently.

"We're missing one person. Nobody can replace that hole," Fausto Rodriguez said.

While I'm sure that her family will miss her...........I'm not so sure that the world in general is any worse off without her.

What do you think was missing in either her brain, or her life that would cause her to do something so stupid??

The sad thing is, that there are others out there, doing the same thing.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Refiners Fire

Some few years ago I stood in front of the congregation of the Ward I was a member of at the time and related a incident that had touched me greatly.

One of the ladies of the Ward and I were talking, and she, knowing of my interest in precious metals and refining, gave me a paper with the following story on it.

There was a group of women in a Bible study on the book of Malachi. As they were studying chapter three, they came across verse three which says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." (Malachi 3:3) This verse puzzled the women and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.

One of the women offered to find out about the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible study. That week this woman called up a silver smith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest in silver beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver. As she watched the silver smith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot--then she thought again about the verse, that he sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.

She asked the silver smith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left even a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed. The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silver smith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"

He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy--when I see my image in it."



I was reminded of that today as I was looking over some Silver Eagles I'd picked up a few days ago.

One of the coins was a Proof coin, and as I looked at it under my loupe, I was impressed by the slick reflectivity of the surface of the silver. Like a mirror it reflected whatever was in front of it....no distortions...only a perfect image looking back at me.



I had to wonder...are these the times that will try us like a refining fire?? Will the image that is eventually cast back at us resemble in any way the vision our founders had for the country they pledged their lives....their fortunes.....and their sacred honor for.

We can only wait and see.

Afternoon thoughts

It's been another rainy day in the 'hood. I'm sure the lakes and streams still need the water....but the contractor who built this house didn't make allowances for the water that runs downhill from the neighbors gutters and right down against the foundation blocks at the end of our house. No sloping of the dirt to keep the water away and running around.......just right up against the house where it pools and seeps underneath to the crawl space.

I'll have to dig up one half the yard to pile it up on the other half. Just damn.

On the other hand, the rainy weather makes for some fine sleeping during the day.

I had to carry a package over to Fedex this morning and then went by Academy Sports to find some decent shoes to walk in. This foot pain from the plantar facisiatis is a true bitch.

I found some New Balance shoes that fit pretty well, but will have to add an arch support to get some support under the middle of my feet.

At least I don't have flat feet.....although then I could go snow skiing with out having to rent skies.

I spent part of the afternoon posting a few things on eBay to start this weekend. Mostly junk but then there are plenty of people who buy junk. They don't pay much for it.....but then I got nothing in it but some time.

I don't want to get to selling too much.....the gov't might force me to take a bailout and then fire me. Of course if I had a $20 million golden parachute that might not hurt so bad.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Finally

After about a week of rain (which we needed) the sun has risen above the piney trees to the east and it looks like a beautiful day ahead. Maybe I'll see if the lawn mower will crank and attempt to whack down some of the fescue which is a foot high in the back yard. May need to call in the seebees with a rome plow. If ya'll don't hear from me for a day or three....send in a search and rescue team.

In another bit of good news......the youngest grand daughter stayed the night. Kept me up till 11:30 dancing to old Dean Martin tunes on YouTube. Finally when she was too cranky to stay up any longer I put her down with her grand mother with the warning to not wake nannie and the pooch up.

She woke this morning with a smile and slide off the bed to go watch cartoons and play with the play doh.

Another good thing to come of her being here was the baking of a pound cake. Little twerp wouldn't share the mixing bowl with me, preferring to lick it all out herself.

Seems that she enjoyed herself.



Thursday, March 26, 2009

Economic Stimulus

We can stew and steam and rant and rave all we want, but until enough of us raise our voices and scream "I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE" at Washington, D.C..........doing it everyday and twice on the weekends, they are not going to listen.

If you have not read the Fair Tax Bill, or the Two Books that explain it and it's benefits, you owe it to yourself and your posterity to do so.

Go to the link below, read the petition to the President, add your comments if you feel like it.........and send it on.

I sent along the below comment......do you reckon he'll ever read it??

Mr. President,

I ask you to read and be briefed on the Fair Tax Bill and then Act immediately to implement this much needed change to our Tax Laws. This will allow you to keep your pledge of lowering the tax burden on all Americans and at the same time provide much needed stimulus of the Appropriate Kind to the American Economy. It will also have the effect of making the United States whose Constitution you swore to uphold and defend, the economic powerhouse of the worlds economy, thereby providing stimulus to the whole worlds economy in a very short time.


You can follow this link Fair Tax to a petition to send to The president.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Attacked

Attacked, while napping after a hard day in the hood, by a vicious denizen from the plains of York, our intrepid hero struggles against the violent attack with all the strength of his being, striving, again and again, to keep the wickedly rough tongue from scraping the day old growth of whiskers off his still youthful cheeks.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Guess Not

Seems nobody wants to comment and I'm tired of arguing with myself, because I never win, so I'll shut up.

Somebody is shooting a gun down the street. Think I'll carry my pea shooters and see if they want company....or a target.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Our Thomas Paine Speaks Clearly

ARE YOU LISTENING AMERICA????




Buy a gun day is coming in less than a month on April 15th. If you have enough guns.
......buy ammo

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Good God Girty what a Gash!!

I reckon GuyK perty well hit the nail on the head with his rant today..so clicky on over there and get his take on things.

Today was one of those days......you know.....the ones that start on Sunday and end about Saturday midnight.

I almost got up a little early this morning...well, I reckon it was a little early. Somewhere between 6:30 and 7:00. Wifey hadn't even finished heating the hen apple to the temp I like it. I ate that an a couple strips of bacon and then took a nap to let it all digest until almost time to take me and the Ol' Grump up to Jane's Walk in Tax Emporium and Travel Agency.

It's that time of year, when all us law-abiding folk get our taxes figured and see whether we have to send in any, or if the all-provident folks in washington will send us some of that free stimulus money. The Ol' Grump had to send some in and I'll be getting some of your tax money. I can't figure out why, but Jane allowed as how I was pore and all. Thanx

We got back about noon, and instead of taking a nap after eating the left hind leg of that chicken Wifey bought at Wally World yesterday, we saddled up Big Red and rode up to Talmo looking for treasure, and sure 'nuff we found some. I got me a worn out 1881 Ten $ Eagle. Damn thing is near too slick to hold onto and I've gotta decide whether to render it out or put it up.

We then headed back to Commerce City where I found more treasure including a 7 and 1/4 inch long wrist ornament required when wimmen play tennis. It's something about 5 1/2 carrots or something. I think the shiny rocks are for flashing at your opponents eyes so they can't see that yeller ball is coming at they head. Seems like kinda a sneaky way to play to me, but then, those critters in DC don't have no sense of fair play about them neither and everybody thinks that's alright. We're kinda a "monkey see, monkey do" society, and we haf to learn from our betters what we choose to lead us in these perilous times.

I just wondering when they gonna take away the massa's land and give us all a mule and forty acres.......or is that a Cadillac and a chicken in every pot. It's workin' real well in Zimbabwe I hear.

I'll be busy tomorrow separating the yeller from the blue and green.
Saturday I'll get up 'fore the chickens and go to the Indian Artifacts Show in Swainsboro.

Ya'll drop by and see me if'n yore in the area.

Another reason to be nervous

And maybe to begin to rethink some of our foreign policies.

Go Here

It makes one wonder whether we should stop interfering in other countries and simply concentrate on making our own country something that would be so bright and shining that they would want to emulate us instead of cutting our throats.

Boys as young as nine taught and encouraged to cut throats and shot prisoners

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Reading and noodling

I read with interest the reports of the vilification of AIG executives by congress today. Too funny......first they give with no strings attached 170 Billion,(with a B), dollars to them.....and now they all have their thongs in a wad because AIG paid contractually obligated bonuses amounting to 165 million (with a m) to some of the idiots who got them in a mess to begin with.

If you haven't stopped to do the math, that amounts to .00095% of the original 170 Billion (with a B) dollars they were given by our, oh so prudent, elected servants in washington.

Hardly seems worth all the effort. Sorta makes me wonder what they are hiding behind all this manufactured outrage.

Again reading.....I was not surprised to learn that the wonderful Federal Reserve, today took the following action.......

The Federal Reserve on Wednesday said it would buy $300 billion in longer-term Treasury bonds to help arrest a deepening slide in the U.S. economy, a surprise move that sent stocks soaring and triggered violent moves in other markets.

The Federal Reserve's move, one of several actions taken Wednesday aimed at making it less expensive to borrow money, signaled it will boost the size of its balance sheet to more than $4 trillion. Today's moves double the amount of money the central bank has poured into the economy to try to stimulate economic activity.


In redneck talk what that means is that the Federal Reserve created $300 Billion (with a B) out of thin air and gave them to the government in exchange for the governments promise (as witnessed by elaborate and fancy pieces of paper with a seal upon them) to repay the aforementioned newly created money back over a period of time to include interest, to the Federal Reserve. Money which the government cannot create out of thin air and will therefore have to take by force of law from the workers and producers (those who will be left) in the form of taxes, tariffs and confiscations. Further legally obligating yet unborn citizens of this once Republic for generations to follow.

This must be a good deal for someone........right?

As I further noodle......I realize that my hope of somehow stimulating reasoned discourse here is futile at best and laughable at worst. After 30 years of attempting to influence someone other than myself, I realize that I'm spitting into a hurricane......all I'm doing is letting the wind blow it back in my face. My handkerchiefs are beginning to only smear it around.

There is probably a good reason the VA plies me with various and sundry drugs and therapies.

So I'll shut the fuck up and let people get on with their lives.

A noble undertaking if true.

Maybe I should listen to them..........on the other hand maybe I'll just listen to the ringing in my ears.

I'm going to take a couple of Aleve now.......maybe I'll call them in the morning if I wake up.

UPDATE: Increase the $300 Billion to $1 Trillion (with a T) all created out of thin Air nothing to back it, no wealth created, just electronic entries in a computer somewhere. Our Great Grand Children will speak of us with curses on their lips.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Where Be We??

A good question for a mild Tuesday morning on the outskirts of the Classic City.

Before I go on I must tell you that it is already in the 50's with highs reaching into the 70's today. We've had 3 days of decent rain and the fescue is growing an will soon need cutting. The sun is filtering through the pines to the east southeast of us and will no doubt cause me a bit of squinting til I put on the shades. So there is nothing dreary to cloud my vision or my outlook. I know I'm better off than some people and worse off than others, as is proper considering the choices I've made for better or worse over more years than seems real to me......for at the core I feel I'm still young enough to be hopeful and optimistic, and am really looking forward to the next 133 years. Just think of the things I'll see.


Where indeed are we? A question which occupies much of my thinking on those rare moments when I can get the voices in my head stilled long enough to let two or more synapses communicate with each other.

You don't have to read far in this compendium of rants, ravings, and occasional forays into introspection to deduce that I may be leaning a little bit more to the right than Attila the Hun or Timur-i-ling. I claim to be a Randian Libertarian with a strong love for the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, Individual Freedom, Personal Responsibility, and an innate suspicion of anyone or group claiming that "we're from the Government, and we're here to help you".

I read a little each day of the political and economic thinking of several sources I consider to have a little credibility (which leaves out most of the talking heads on the news networks) and I was very interested to read of the following from Roger Wiegand.

I'll paste it here as you may not be moved to click onto the linky thingy. You can read it or not, read part and come back later, or, move on to your morning dose of internet porn......the world will likely keep on spinning around our middle class star some where in the outer reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy whatever you decide. If you care to comment on where you think we are....I'd be glad to know.




On Returning To Our Founding Fathers' Concepts


By Roger Wiegand Printer Friendly Version
Mar 9 2009 2:41PM


www.webeatthestreet.com

The United States of America was founded upon the American Constitution and Bill of Rights. After 233 years it appears we have strayed dangerously close to ruination of these ideas. Somebody measured the average life span of empires and said its 250 years. It seems to me if this nation would endure we better get busy reversing our stupid disasters and reinvent 1776. This is not an easy task and it cannot be done over night. However, if the will of the people is strong enough and they can recognize our precarious position there still might be a chance. We can endure going broke and the grinding fallout from our new and Greater Depression. This is what comes next. What we cannot endure is the loss of liberty, freedom and the old American way of capitalism and free enterprise.

The new U.S. Obamination has set us on a path of socialism decidedly pointed toward communism. Our highly regarded salesman president lacks critical skills to lead this country particularly with foreign problems and statesmanship. Give him credit for one honest statement: He told Joe the Plumber he wanted to “spread it around” and that is exactly what he is doing. The Obama budget is heavy on taxes, wasteful spending, pork and the obvious implementation of the Nanny State as practiced with remarkable failure in Europe. And, all of this shows total disregard for the ability to pay the money back using taxpayers’ funds. There is no hope of that whatsoever.

To clarify where we stand and be certain of definitions, (American Heritage Dictionary) please note the following key types of economic and political government:

1. Capitalism: “An economic system characterized by freedom of the market with increasing concentration of private and corporate ownership of production and distribution means, proportionate to increasing accumulation and reinvestment of profits. A political or social system based upon”…these concepts, rules and ideas.

2. Fascism: “A philosophy, or system of government that advocates, or exercises a dictatorship of the extreme right, typically through merging of state and business leadership, together with the ideology of belligerent nationalism.”

3. Socialism: “A social system in which the producers possess both political power and the means of producing and distributing goods. Also known as “The theory of practice of those who support such a system. Note this: Socialism also says “In Marxist-Leninist theory, the building, under the dictatorship of the proletariat, of the material base for communism.”

4. Communism: “A social system characterized by the absence of classes and by common ownership of the means of production and subsistence. A political, economic and social doctrine aiming at the establishment of a classless society.

With the Obama doctrine we have moved forward to the last giant step before communism. In our view, fascism has been actively practiced for years by the US government with military forces permanently stationed in over 100 countries. Further, political power has been the hand maiden of big banks and corporations using their shills the IMF and the Federal Reserve. This faction of extreme right idealism has swung the political pendulum to the left inducing Obama’s new socialist state. The last sentence of that Socialism definition says “the building, under the dictatorship of the proletariat of the MATERIAL BASE FOR COMMUNISM.

On Fox News in a recent broadcast, Alan Keyes, a former pol and media type guy said, Obama is a communist and must be stopped. What is your opinion considering these definitions? In our view, the Obama election was more a vote against the Bush-Cheney fascism than a vote for Mr. Obama and his socialist policies. The new regime now has the power as they got the votes. And, as one wag has said, “the voters have spoken and they are going to get it good and hard.” We hope not.

If you agree with the foregoing we are one step from being a Marxist-Leninist communist society. Should this be true and as an American you yearn for the pure capitalism of yesteryear, what can we do to turn the tide and avoid a disaster of an American Communist State and regain our freedom?

Formula for Resurrection Of A Free United States

It has to begin at the ballot box at the grass roots level. Within this nation there remain larger and solid pockets of citizens who love and practice liberty. We can assure you these types are hard to find most anywhere on the politically liberal east and west coasts. Those Kicky-Hip New Yorkers and New England liberals along with our sneering Washington establishment view political libertarians as uneducated hicks who should be relegated to the hinterlands of our lost middle states in this union.

The Kicky-Hips are not faring so well these days with the rejection of their financial mess on the east coast and those fallen liberal angels in Hollywood no longer receiving the reverence they once enjoyed. Phonywood is primarily adored by bored teenagers, inactive housewives, and other socially lost individuals with too much time on their hands and little self esteem. For now, it seems the actors cannot find financing for their $150mm movies. Guess the banksters that funded them screwed-up.

In our opinion the best thing we can do as liberty loving hicks from the hinterlands is to ignore them and deny their pitiful, surreal, fictional existence. We suspect that before this sad financial episode is over perhaps some of the banksters and their political gang members will be arriving at the crossbars hotel. Andrew Cuomo in New York is beginning to get serious. He and his constituents are very angry. And, unfortunately for these banksters, this is where they live and work.

The gun-totin’ Bubbas rural and mid-American are ready to fight and have said so. If this should occur there is nothing peaceful, religious citizens can do but use the power of words and the media. These oral and written tools as peaceful weapons are more useful particularly when used on the internet. We agree with the Bubbas and like them and understand them. But, we would prefer to do things peacefully. Our Washington, D. C. crowd is afraid of Bubba and well they should be.

The anger and distress levels are nearing the breaking point. Should violence breakout, we do not expect Americans, except for the local and state police, would fire on rioters with weapons. New battalions of U.S. soldiers are being formed as the pols and their gangs understand what’s coming. There’s been talk of using UN foreign soldiers for riot control as they would have no compunction about shooting at Americans. We would suggest that if they do it, they will be mowed down like a summer lawn from the Bubba squirrel shooters using them for seasonal target practice. This then opens new doors to further violence and is something to assiduously avoid.

Government is supposed to serve the people not intimidate them. Politicians of all varieties desire power and money. Control of them must be tightened to the extent they clearly know and understand that if they stray one iota from our citizen wishes they are political history. It is time to take back control and use it where it belongs and that is with good, honest American citizens. Most Americans are afraid of big government and this not only, not right but our system was designed otherwise.

How can we change this? We need to implement an internet computer platform containing simple accurate reporting and management of

1. An elected officials’ plan of action. When elected they should be handed a citizens agenda and told to go vote for it, and

2. Keep a monitor, or reporting leash on them to ensure they vote the wishes of the constituents and,

3. Ensure that they do not miss casting any key votes and,

4. We have a measuring yard stick telling us how their votes are helping those they represent and,

5. Should they miss voting on key bills or stray from the plan, they will be publicly embarrassed in front of those they purport to serve and tossed out in the next election.

6. As part of this politician regulation, any pol offering a new bill would first run it by his constituents and attach three bills already in law that must be repealed. In other words to get one new law passed, the pol would have to find three more to toss out (delete) for good. This system would clean out years of garbage and bad bills at a much faster pace. Sadly, once passed into law, lots of the old crap lives on creating expensive problems for years.

7. We reported in our Trader Tracks newsletter last week that 29 states are either involved with or are passing legislation to control the out-of-control federal government overstepping their authority. We find this significant and cannot remember in our lifetime another similar episode. This event signals all is not well in the hinterlands never mind what the two coasts and their Kicky-Hips prefer.

This monitoring system could be designed to foil bad ideas and negative bills from quick, or sneaky approval. While some would go into law anyway, most of the worst would be rebuked.

It would take millions of dollars of investment and a large group of managers to run the operation but this watchdog patriotic citizens organization could use folks from all political parties but they would have to unanimously adhere to the U.S. Constitution and Bill of Rights with their ideas and votes reflecting their constituents.

Rules and regulations of this Political Monitoring Management Group would by definition mostly drive out those with a socialist or communist agenda. The United States was not founded on “Spreading it around” as Mr. Obama says. The Pilgrims soon learned that community gardens do not work as there always exists a percentage of loafers that ride on the hard labor others. If welfare rules were tougher the numbers of loafers would diminish rapidly.

Those on the dole taking food, shelter, medical services and other perks who cannot find work should have to donate 40 hours of weekly service work to receive these daily needs. Under that type of system, those truly in need would be fed, housed and cared for but they would contribute and earn their way. In our view, most would soon obtain a real job and earn more. Under the Michigan welfare system, there are multiple generations encouraged to exist on welfare. Some welfare relatives are working on their third, generational, 20 years’ receipt of state money in Michigan.

Our Northern Advisor Reviews The Current State Of Affairs

While our Northern Advisor gives us too much credit in the first paragraph below, we must say this man is probably the most intelligent person we’ve had the pleasure to ever know. His forecasting has been uncanny and often contains ideas within ideas and situations no one has even considered. We agree with his prediction that the die is cast and we have no alternative but to grind through years of economic hell designed not only by New York banksters, central governments and their banks; but we also understand social attitudes in the progression of time have produced another bad K-Wave we must painfully endure.

Cycles and time are critical and never seem to go away. There is no escape in our mutual view under the current conditions. It’s going to get much worse.

“Rog...As you know, my thing is forecasting the future. A few years ago it became obvious that the most important input to a future forecast was the influence of the bottoming of the economic K-wave cycle. My focus turned to all things affecting the economy which I was grossly lacking in both experience and knowledge. The learning curve was very, very steep. Much of the help in learning about the economy was the result of our extensive e-mail correspondence the past few years. There is no way I can thank you enough for that jump start on learning about how the economy really works.”

“Stepping back at this point, it appears most of the main negative changes in the global economy are locked in place now. About all that remains is figuring out how deep the depression will be, and how long it will last. With Hussein (Obama) following in the steps of FDR creating more debt in an attempt to fix what is basically a debt problem, there is likely to be the same end result.”

“That is, the current depression will be deliberately, artificially, and forcefully be extended for several years, exactly as FDR did the last time around. Only the economic scale is bigger this time. The last depression extended into WWII, and the global economy didn't really recover back to normal until after WWII.”

“So, my focus on the future will be shifting more to the geopolitical changes driven by the economic convulsions now underway. An extended depression will make stuff even worse. The plan is to analyze the social and political instability caused by this depression, particularly in those nations that would be challengers to the USSA. This means primarily Russia and China, but also the other rogue nations, such as North Korea, Iran, and Venezuela.”

“I am absolutely convinced that the coming global social and political upheavals caused by this economic crisis are going to be, by far, the most important changes that will affect a forecast of the future. Only a major freak natural disaster, global epidemic, or sudden climate change could become more important. (There is) Lots of stuff to keep track of.” - Yer Northern Advisor

We absolutely agree and believe precious metals, currency, grain, and energy trading offer the way out. Personal independence will not be something to be played around with. You will either get tough and handle business, or get smashed and sink with the preponderance of the Sheeple.

Time is ticking and we see the first of the really bad stuff hitting this spring with a very hot, rioting summer. Then, we better cheer-up as fall will be worse. This is no time for socialism. Let’s rebuild America together using the 2010 mid-term elections. We suspect by then the bloom is off the Obama Socialism Rose; its welfare petals squashed in a cacophony of riots, unemployment and hordes of angry unemployed people.

Roger Wiegand
Editor Trader Tracks Newsletter
The Jay & Rog Blog at webeatthestreet.com

Monday, March 16, 2009

Fuck the Veterans

We'll get them to pay for the budget shortfalls that SPBO and his ilk are causing this country.

Check it out HERE.


I think they should consider that most Veterans know how to use a gun, a knife, their hands and most importantly their heads........seeing as how they didn't loose theirs while some of their comrades lost all.

I really strongly suggest they ponder on that single fact for a long time......
.....Maybe even rent Rambo on DVD since they are so fond of giving movies as gifts.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Democracy or a Republic

Having no qualms about stealing a good idea or thought from anyone, I swiped the below video from GuyK.....and since he gave credit to someone else, I figure he might not mind so much if I borrow it.




This is simple enough for a first grader. I would hope my grandchildren get to see it.

an "end to the old way of doing business."

Do you have any questions about where your tax money is being spenT????

Well in Tax-a-chusetts.......here's where it GOES

I wonder if that HYWIC (high yellow what's in charge) up in the white house realizes how stupid saying things like this make him sound?

Saturday, March 07, 2009

To a little girl

I shamelessly have stolen the below link from AD (the Ambulance Driver) with the fervent wish that I could write, or hell, even verbally express myself, half as well.

Often we find ourselves with that need to say more than we can...to encourage and uplift loved ones, family and friends. Words from the mouth are not adequate. Words from the heart have a power far beyond our meager strength.

So go Here.....lean away from the keyboard, maybe have a hanky at hand.

Enjoy.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

I've got to learn a new language

For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.

1. The Japanese eat very little fat
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

3. The Chinese drink very little red wine
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. CONCLUSION

Eat and drink wh at you li ke.
Speaking English is apparently what kills you

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Whatta Change

A few minutes make.

One minute I'm outside trying to get the blue out of the yellow, and 10 minutes later I decide that I'm not going back out for a while.



We've not had this much white precipitation in several years. In fact I don't think we even had an accumulation for the last 2 years at all.

But the squirrels are loving it.