February 17, 2020

I pick myself up and get back in the race

Here we are ready to meet the day; Presidents Day in fact. No mail. I suspect the banks are closed, along with most government offices. No school, so the girls are home with their mommy today: no grandgirls to brighten up the house.

I got the garbage disposal installed with minimal effort and without a single utterance of a swear word. The only issue came when it was time to mount the beast. I didn’t have the strength to compress the rubber seal with one hand and turn the locking ring. I had to ask my son-in-law to stop by and help. Once he arrived it took less than five minutes to finish. When did I become so weak? In  any case there are no leaks so far. The only connection yet to be tested is the one from the dishwasher. Note: I did remember to knock out the dishwasher drain plug.

Boy don’t you feel better reading about that big adventure? Sheesh. I used to write about my travels. Now I bore you to tears with everyday home chores. This blog will hit its fifteen year anniversary in a couple of weeks. That is like 105 in dog years. It jumped the proverbial shark a decade ago. Entertaining content is wheezing along on life support.


We both — the blog and me — take encouragement from this sentiment.

Go forth and have a great Monday.

February 16, 2020

Kung Flu for you

i have been to China twice, spending a couple of weeks in total. Both times I was less than enthusiastic about the trip, especially the second time. Each time I was wrong, it was interesting and an enjoyable experience. The trip is long, and the food situation was different. Sadly, I still haven’t mastered chopsticks.

Anyway, I am offering up a twofer Sunday Pictures today:

Commie Housing on full display

This is the view from my hotel window of Changzhou, China taken on my second trip in November, 2017.


This a view of the Great Wall outside Beijing showing a stretch between guard towers. Right behind me was a place where the Mongols breached the wall. The entry stairs and hand rail are modern additions for safety. Guard duty on the wall would have been less than pleasant. This is from my first trip to China in June 2013.

Next week we shall return closer to home. 

February 15, 2020

Set ‘em up Joe

I can tell you right up front my writing will be interrupted this morning. My morning cup o’coffee is nearly drained and I know a refill is in order. I feel confident my composing skills will allow for a seamless pause you will never                 notice.

A few weeks ago I was complaining (hard to believe, eh wot?) that the Cubs are starting their own broadcasting network. Good news, my tiny little fiber optic cable provider has signed on and will offer the Marquee Network as part of regular programming. Yeah me.

Installation of a new garbage disposal is on tap for this weekend. The old one died some time ago and we have been avoiding that side of the sink for far too long. Luckily, it is not too hard to put in a new one, providing I get the same size unit. I know the plumbing gods are about to punish me for my hubris. If things go as normal, a connection will break, a pipe will be 1/4 inch too short, I will be missing something vital, the Lowe’s just down the street will not carry whatever I have to go back to get. That’s how things usually work.

I have no doubt it is my sunny positive attitude that draws in the readership.

I finished binge-watching the HBO miniseries Rome last weekend. I enjoyed it. It was fairly accurate historically. It has more gratuitous nudity than I can describe. I’m no prude, but some of the nakedness was just unnecessary. I’m not sure what I will start watching this morning. I guess we will both be surprised in a few minutes when I head downstairs to turn on the TV.

I’m not sure I am going to continue the Sunday Pictures feature. Does anyone find it interesting?

Enjoy your Saturday.

February 14, 2020

One

The band Three Dog Night sang that “One is the loneliest number”. I’m not sure if one is lonely,  but it is cold. One is precisely the Fahrenheit temperature as I write this morning, providing a wind chill “feels like” of minus nine. It is warmer inside my freezer than on my porch. That’s OK, I don’t plan on spending time in either frigid location.

My across the street neighbor texted me around eight o’clock last night to tell me there was a fox on my front porch. While I was out playing in the snow with my granddaughter yesterday I saw fox tracks coming from my porch and rounding to behind the house next door. Mr Fox must be running a regular route. The chipmunks are in some danger. I suspect it is the same red fox I have spotted a few times over the past couple of years.

Suburbia is teeming with wildlife.

Today is the Big Hallmark Holiday. I have a suitable card signed to present the wife. We shall brave the cold to have a modest dinner this evening to mark the occasion.

Since I’m a good host, I won’t bore you with my oft-repeated homage to the first date with my wife in a romantic tribute to St. Valentines Day. There is nothing worse than an old man endlessly repeating his stories.

The band Three Dog Night sang that “One is the loneliest number”. I’m not sure if one is lonely, but it is cold...

February 13, 2020

Help Me Rhonda

I am clearly out of step with the current political climate. I have no doubt I will find myself in a gulag /  re-education camp after the Bernie Bros bring us the joys and wonders of Communism.

Here is just another example of stuff I do not understand. A teacher at an Indiana suburban school has been suspended over a lesson in “this day in history “ because he/she showed a magazine cover marking that Mike Tyson was convicted of rape on that date.

I don’t recognize the problem. It was true, the facts are correct. More importantly, I am concerned any school would comment that stuff in the past isn’t relevant.

I am increasingly lost in this world where apparently no one is allowed to ever be offended, uncomfortable, or face actual truth. Can anyone tell me what the problem is and why is the teacher suspended, but some are calling for the teacher to be fired? I really am that clueless.

There is no marijuana in a pot pie

It appears we have a couple inches of snow on the ground. My neighbor cleaned my drive with his snow blower. I have great neighbors. Bitter cold will move in tonight with temperatures in the single digits. The cold and snow will pass quickly with normal to above normal temperatures by the weekend.

At some point in the coming days weeks I am going to clean up the sidebar links. Names will be deleted, a few added. I might even mess with the old template. Too many links are to old blogs that moved to other platforms long ago. Too bad, I miss most of those blog friends. It is change that has been coming for a while.



I hope you have that gift picked out for your sweetheart. The Big Hallmark Holiday for lovers is upon us Friday. We will be low-key this year. I will get a card for the wife and maybe a cheap bouquet.

I have always possessed a good vocabulary, even if I rarely demonstrate it around here, but for some reason I suck at Scrabble. It is the strategy part I guess. Thus it is no surprise the wife has trounced me in the online version of the game. She has defeated me probably fifty straight games. Only her stats don’t say so because I surrendered a game earlier in the week when I had nowhere to play and there were no letters left. I was down 150 points. Anyway, it seems she doesn’t get the win when I resign the game. Officially she did not defeat me. Bwahaha.

February 12, 2020

i opted out of coffee this morning and this is the result.

Winter is slated to finally arrive starting this afternoon. Rain, sleet, accumulating snow and single digit temperatures are all in the forecast. Until now we have had a remarkably mild winter. The only “shovel” snow was back in December. Since then we have had a dusting on a few occasions. Temperatures have hovered in the upper thirties on average. I am not complaining.

I have lots of other stuff I could complain about. I won’t. You are welcome.

So let’s see, we covered the weather. Complaints were covered. That leaves politics. Nah, I’m in a good mood.

Have a great hump day.

February 11, 2020

I see dumb people

In the wake of the Senate rejection of the impeachment charges against The Trumpster, some liberal pundits again brought up the old tripe about how the electoral college and the Senate in particular are “undemocratic”.

Let us cover this yet again: we do not have a democracy in the US Federal government, we have a representative republic. Write it 50 times until you understand basic political fact. In cursive on ruled paper.

One talking head went so far as to research the population of various states and proclaimed a majority really wanted the President booted based on the population of each state and senator’s vote. Of course the assumption was that every voter in say California or New York voted Democrat. We know that isn’t true. In fact, the whole so-called analysis was such a waste of time I feel cheated of those minutes of life I spent in reading the article.

Today I read an Article in The Atlantic spreading a similar nonsense. Simon Barnicle goes further, proving his education is sorely lacking and he should have taken high school civics instead of playing dungeons and dragons, because he surely lives in a fantasy world.

The author readily admits the Democrats are losing elections. His solution is to rig the system so Democrats can win. He wants to carve up Blue States so they get more representatives, more Senators, and more electoral votes. Problem solved. Until Republicans declare every county in Texas a new State. I’m surprised Barnicle Bill didn’t also advocate adding six or seven new judges to the SCOTUS, another liberal plan to get what they cannot pass legislatively.

His rational is that again, the Senate is not apportioned according to population, but rather each state gets two votes. Poor California has the same votes as Montana. All I can say is - Yes. That is how things were designed - exactly to prevent mob rule and despotic control by the larger States.

Apparently Mr. Barnicle Bill never learned that the country is called “ The United States, as in a group of independent  states joined together as a nation. The  US is not, and was not, intended to be a nation with a group of provincial  or administrative districts. The Senate was designed to represent the interest of the individual states, not the people. Unfortunately, that distinction was blurred by the idiotic and lamentable 17th Amendment.

I don’t know what passes for education among the journalist class, but history and civics is clearly not part of the curriculum. Maybe some of those folks who learned of the Federalist Papers for the first time during the impeachment fiasco should actually spend some time reading them.

Worse, the author of the Atlantic piece claims to be an attorney. I guess whatever law school he attended must not require a course in a Constitutional law. It is a good thing he writes, I wouldn’t want that hack representing me in court when he knows so very little about the foundation of our very Law of the Land.

Because you asked II

Cappy asks “Why is there cat?”.

Why is there air? Why do people vote Democrat? Why does the Commissioner want to keep screwing with the rules of Baseball? Why is Rap considered part of Rock and Roll? How does Kieth Richards look younger at 70 than he did at 40? Why does anyone give a fig about Britain’s Royal Family? Why is there such a thing as “meatless hamburgers”. Why hasn’t Lacy Chabert won an Oscar? 

In other words, there are a great many mysteries in this life. Cats are one of them.

Uncompliant asks “My question is: what are your thoughts on de-atomizing ourselves? Partly, that is a fancy way of asking how to find local clubs, meet-up groups, social/political events that we can attend/join to meet like-minided folks. ”.

Me, I started a blog. The rest, not so much. I practice politics as a spectator sport. 


If anyone has more questions, let me know in the comments

February 10, 2020

Because you asked

Ed Bonderenka asks “Why is the sky Blue?”.

Ed, I could give a long and complicated answer about atmospheric gases and the dispersal of light particles in the visible spectrum. Instead I will tell you the sky is blue from witnessing the evil men perpetuate here on Earth.

Jean asks “Do you have a favorite author? Who? Why?”

I have a tendency to binge read authors I like. In my teens I went on a Louis L’Amour binge, reading his entire catalog. I have reread all of his books several times. The same holds true for Stephen Coonts. As for my favorite authors, there is no better wordsmith ever than the late Patrick O’Brien. I have read the entire Aubrey/Maturin canon several times through, as well as many of his other novels.

For plain good storytelling, Bernard Cornwell is one of my favorites. Lately I have started reading the Travis McGee novels by the late John D. McDonald. 


More questions and answers coming in a future post.


February 9, 2020

Sunday Pictures

Yum goat

This is the cooking area at a popular goat restaurant in Monterrey, Mexico.  Surprisingly, goat tastes like chicken.

Not really, but it is similar to pork and not at all bad. I actually enjoyed it. This is from a business trip to Mexico in February 2019

February 8, 2020

Ask Hoosierboy

As I start typing away on the little iPad keyboard, it occurs to me I have nothing to say this morning. Of course lack of quality content has never stopped me before from rambling on, but somehow this morning I have a crisis of conscience. I don’t want to exacerbate my dwindling readership with inane and pointless ramblings.

But I already have, nes pas?

So instead of complaining, chatting about the weather, or rambling on about politics,I propose I cut it short today. I think I’ll turn over the old blog to you.

About a decade ago I occasionally offered up an “Ask Hoosierboy” feature. As such, go ahead and ask me anything in the comments and I will try my best to offer a response. Any topic is open: history, politics, business, literature, physics, music, personal stuff. Bring it on.  Now is your chance to ask me the stuff you have always wanted to know.

In the meantime here is a an oldie that may bring a smile to your Saturday morning:



Have a great day.

February 7, 2020

Things that leave me confused

I had a command performance at the unemployment office yesterday. Nothing says State Bureaucracy like forcing people who are making the equivalent of minimum wage* drive 60 miles round trip to turn in papers I could easily have emailed. As further proof our government is a lumbering monolith, I had a problem getting my pay this week. The only way to correct the problem is to fax — yes I said fax — my issue to the state office. You cannot email the papers. You cannot talk to someone in person. I was told repeatedly by multiple employees not to mail my documents. No one opens the mail. I can only use 1990s technology and fax my paperwork. SMH. Oh and the issue will be resolved in approximately six weeks.  I cannot until the Bernie Bros let those same folks run healthcare.

Anyway, while I was at the office I noticed a guy with a tattoo on the back of his right hand. It was the shift pattern of a five speed manual transmission.
Not the actual tattoo

It looked similar to this. I can only conclude the dude could not remember the shift pattern when his hand covered the shift knob on his 2003 Civic?

I’ve seen some strange tattoos, but this one was new to me.

A manual transmission has been jokingly referred as a “millennial anti-theft device”. Perhaps the tattoo was just a permanent “lock code” or “password” for a former car thief.






* thank you taxpayers and former employers.

February 6, 2020

Round Two

Rumor has it the Democrats are going to open hearings and call Bolton to testify.

Get ready for Impeachmentpalooza II, especially if the Trumpster is again victorious come November.

I give 60% odds the Dems don’t even wait until the next term. Expect more articles by May.

What happens if Mitch pulls a Nasty Nancy and  just tears up the papers?

February 5, 2020

Whew

Boy did we dodge one when that POC Mittens Romney lost his run for President.

Should have known he was wobbly when he lost what could have been the most winnable election in decades.

How long until he can get voted out of office?

Diaper Diaries

If you think I’m going to go into a deep dive into politics and a SOTU you are going to be disappointed. The Democrats were needlessly classless. Seriously, refusing to clap for a Tuskegee Airman? Not happy about lower unemployment among minorities and women? Tearing up a copy of the speech? Enough on that.

We went from record highs in the sixties Monday to a prediction for snow this evening. I’m not complaining, it has been a most mild winter so far.

Without further detail, cross your fingers for luck. Should such pagan superstition be an anathema for you, a prayer on my behalf would be welcomed. Or both.

Have a great Wednesday.


February 4, 2020

Dear Iowa

You have plenty of corn. Give each caucus delegate a kernel. Have him or her place it in a jar that matches his candidate of choice. Add up the kernels in each jar. Write down the total.

Voila, caucus done.

February 3, 2020

Monday can just die for all I care

It is Monday. I enjoyed the Big Game last night.

Any further thoughts will involve crying, complaining, anger, frustration, whining, and abject depression.

I’m not going to subject you to that beyond telling anyone who thinks the Government can run things better should have to spend time at the whims of the bureaucracy.

February 2, 2020

Sunday Pictures

Grand Cayman April 2019

How about a break from winter today?

Happy Groundhog Day

Scenes from my youth

Snake Bob was tall and impossibly thin. He could be seen walking about town with a slow shuffle, his head swaying up and back, right and left atop his extraordinary long neck like a cobra following a Hindu snake charmer. Snake Bob carried a cloth bag over his shoulder. No one knew what was in it. Playground rumors alternatively speculated it was trash, bottles, the heads of the kids he had murdered. One thing was sure, every kid at the elementary school knew Snake Bob did unthinkable things to little  boys and we were stay away from him.

Some claimed Snake Bob lived under the Armstrong Street bridge. Others “knew” he lived out at the County Home. Chris said Snake Bob lived above the smoke shop on Clinton Street. Chris was always a know-it-all and he had been wrong so many times none of the gang gave his tale credence.

Snake Bob could be seen wandering about town. Today he was at the park. Tomorrow might find him  walking along the highway. I watched him slither his way into the library one summer day and too scared to follow him in, jumped back on my bike and pedaled home.

Those brave souls who had been close to Snake Bob told tales of strange muttering and hissing as he talked to himself as he travelled the streets of town. There was no Bogey Man in my hometown, Snake Bob was a real-life monster that fit the role.

He always wore a hat and dark colored sack coat, no matter the season.

Snake Bob disappeared from his walks about town some time in the early 1970s. Perhaps as I grew older he became less of a scary apparition and more just another old guy sitting in the park.

Bob Gunion passed away in 1972 at the County Home for the Indigent, where he had lived many years. Bob had only left his hometown once. In 1918 he went to France. There he saw such things that haunted him the remainder of his life. His few possessions included a picture of a young, not particularly pretty woman in turn of the century clothing, an old gold pocket watch, and the Medal of Honor.

February 1, 2020

I see the cold mist in the night

Good morning and happy February to you. A recording of a Yes concert is playing in the background as I hunt and peck out these letters on the trusty old iPad.

For the past month or two I have moved to newer model from the decrepit first generation tablet I was using. My son-in-law gave me a used iPad of more recent vintage. My family treats me far better than I deserve.

We have no plans for the day. Tomorrow evening we will watch some football. Did you know there was an NFL game tomorrow?

Yesterday I had a phone interview with a local company. The HR lady had checked my LinkedIn profile, she had my resume and application. Yet somehow she was surprised I had no experience selling her commodity. What a waste of time for both of us. We cut short a visit to the library with my granddaughter so I could spend four minutes with someone who didn’t bother doing the basics of preparation. I spent a little more than an hour preparing to discuss how I could help the company.

So it goes.

Have a great Saturday


January 31, 2020

meet the new boss

If we could harness snot as a power source, I am producing enough to keep a Prius running in the left lane holding up traffic. At least three big trees will have to be cut down to produce the necessary pulp to create tissues for my nose. Ordinary humans would be snuggled up in bed, shivering and holding on to their favorite stuffed animal, whimpering in misery. I am propped up in the recliner blogging.

You are welcome.

In other news the impeachmentpalooza May or may not wrap up today. Yawn. As the Clintonistas famously groused”Move On”. I feel bad for the next Democrat President. He won’t be able to wipe his arse without a subpoena and subsequent impeachment.

Just like a Horrid Harry’s trashing of the filibuster and the current use of the courts for nation-wide injunctions, the lefties are going to really hate the new rules should they get back in charge.

In other news, it is a Friday. Enjoy it.

January 30, 2020

Latest Super Bowl Odds

I usually go to bed around 11:30 or so. It is clear my bladder holds about 4-1/2 hours of liquid. So it goes. Normally I can go back to sleep, but not always. Today is one of those days. I couldn’t go back to the comforting arms of Morpheus. Probably because I think I’m getting sick.

I feel a cold coming on. My sinuses are dripping, my ears itch, and my throat is scratchy and sore. You would probably be standing at the doctor already, begging for relief. My superior superhero-like constitution allows me to laugh off disease and the common cold. It is like water on a duck’s back to me.

I once used the “duck’s back” colloquialism in a conversation with a colleague. He thought it was the silliest thing he had ever heard. He claimed I made it up. I blamed his ignorance of midwestern wisdom on his New York roots.

In the past few weeks I have been the target of a pretty sophisticated scam. A supposed Japanese company has asked me to be their agent in the US. It is a product I am qualified to represent. Several legitimate-looking documents have been forwarded. The first warning bells were that all conversation was via email. Who “hires” anyone without speaking to them? At no point was I asked to sign a contract or employment agreement. Second, at no time was I asked for my SSN or other info to send my stipend. I would not have provided it in any case. Finally, my first assignment was to collect an old invoice from a customer. I was told I would get a commission on the unpaid invoice if I could collect it.

Every alarm went off when the supposed customer said he would send me a check. Sorry, why not just wire the funds like most businesses do, especially when the recipient is overseas and the total is over a half million bucks? Sorry, this is not my first merry-go-round ride. That horse ain’t real. So far I’ve done nothing but email with these characters. I’m glad I got wise before I got into real trouble.

Apparently, this is a real scam that has gone around for a while. These guys were good, they had real letterhead listing the real principles of the company. The just made a mistake with the customer- no such business exists. I guess they didn’t count on a curious sort like me looking up the company. They had a fake voice mail set up, but the address was no good and the area code didn’t match the address.

That was a scam indeed. But I have another opportunity: there is this Nigerian lawyer who says I own part of an oil well..

January 29, 2020

Not only are you deplorable, you are a rube


Once again we see how the left thinks of us. If you aren’t on board with the Commies, you must be too stupid to breathe without instructions. Of course, the stereotype is furthered by assuming all dumb people speak with a southern accent.


January 28, 2020

i found what you are looking for

Let’s see, it is Tuesday

It is trash day. My can is by the curb, already emptied by the big blue truck.

Kobe. Enough already.

Why is it when Democrats vote en bloc it is solidarity and when a Republicans all vote the same it is partisanship? I’m asking for a friend.

I made m favorite meal Sunday. I am having those leftover beef and noodles for lunch today. I will not be deterred.

The Big Game is Sunday. I cannot get excited, even though I believe it will be a good game for once. I might be wrong. I was once before.

Tom Brady isn’t playing. Can we let it rest for at least a week?

Cloudy. Thirties. Rinse and repeat. It is hard to complain about our winter so far.

The baby is napping, but is restless.

I am increasingly becoming sure official review of plays on the field is damaging the game in every sport.  Officials are making more bad calls knowing the review process will sort it out. That is my opinion. Yours may vary. You will be wrong though.

January 27, 2020

So it goes

Monday. Another work week without work.

The grandgirls will arrive in a bit. The daily routine is comforting. Unfortunately I feel more like hiding in my office and feeling sorry for myself than playing with the kids today.

It’s OK, as soon as they get here and smile at me I will be better.

Impeachment round two begins. I bored with it. My ennui today extends to politics.

Even the weather conspires to bore me: cloudy, temps in the thirties — highs and lows — all week.

I did start watching the old HBO series Rome this weekend. Lots of gratuitous nudity, more than a little off historically, but entertaining as all get out. But I’m getting old, most of the nekkid boobies were just not necessary.

January 26, 2020

Sunday Pictures

Sunset on Waikiki 

Took this in May 2014 when we visited Hawaii to celebrate our 30 year anniversary. This picture was the background on my phone for a long time. And yes, I love  sunset and sunrise pictures. This will likely be the first of many Hawaii images I will feature in these pages.

January 24, 2020

just waiting for spring

Let’s get the usual pablum out of the way. I woke up early. It is raining. Things might turn to slushy snow. Maybe not. Life is good in many ways. It sucks beyond measure in others. There you have it.

I’m marking time until baseball season starts in earnest. Watching the Cubbies appears to be a little more difficult this year. The team has started their own network and games will be only available if you pay for the package. That is providing your cable company carries the network. I’m not sure mine will, and I can’t pay any more for TV at this point.

I thought about an MLBTV subscription, but surprise!, the Cubs are blacked out in central Indiana. Only “out of market” games are available. How 200 plus miles can be considered “local” I’m not sure. I guess I will listen to the games on radio. It is further evidence the team cares far more about money than the fans.

In the meantime I entered to current century and started playing Words with Friends with the wife. On the iPad. I lose every game. There is certainly a statement on our times when you think about two people sitting beside each other on the couch wordlessly playing a “board game” on an electric screen. That’s OK, for the most part my iPad is a very expensive deck of cards for playing solitaire.

And as a replacement for a five buck journal.

In the meantime, I am reading a collection of old Louis L’Amour short stories. I have a bunch of stuff I can watch on TV. Winter is a boring time.

Hey, if you get both Lyme disease and the Coronavirus, does that mean you are on the way to a beach party?

January 23, 2020

Impeachment immersion

You don’t come here for the politics. Maybe you do. I’m not sure why you come here, to be honest. In any case, you get whatever I feel like throwing up on the electronic page. Today that means some random thoughts on the impeachment circus.

I could best sum up the case for booting the President with the lyrics of a tune made famous by Peggy Lee: Is that all there is? Seriously, I’ve seen better cases made in high school debate class. Unless there is something I’m missing, Trump’s “crimes” fall far short of the Whiskey Ring or Tea Pot Dome scandals (or throwing Japanese Americans into Concentration Camps).

It remains clear that the vast majority of Washington politicians have no idea why so many Americans voted for Trump nor comprehend the disgust and skepticism we view the entire political process. Many of us have known Washington is a swamp of insincere, corrupt, self-centered, know-it-all, nanny state intellectually challenged mediocre jerk wads. I just never knew things were that bad.

I was right in my position this whole thing is nothing but an attempt to influence the 2020 election. The first hour plus of the House Manager presentation belies this fact. It was politics 101 with a Democrat Party slant. Senators don’t need (or shouldn’t) a primer on Impeachment basics and Constitutional theory. Sorry, I couldn’t stomach watching any more than that.

We are witnessing the end of the Republic as we know it. It isn’t obvious. The crack up will be slow and take decades, but everything will change. Does anyone think the next opposition President won’t be impeached the first time he fails to kowtow when Congress asks for papers, witnesses, or transcripts? If Executive Privilege equals Obstruction of Congress and grounds for impeachment, then every President including George Washington himself should have been sent packing before their term was up.

Repeating something countless times doesn’t make it true. Adam Schiff is doing his best to try and prove me wrong.

January 22, 2020

a pound of sausage, one third cup flour and 3-4 cups of milk

I made up some biscuits and sausage gravy for supper last night. Hearty and comforting, they were even better as breakfast leftovers this morning.

I won’t go full-in on political comments this morning. I do wonder about the whole hiding in the dark of night we are all gonna die worst thing ever rhetoric. The big stations didn’t break from regular scheduled programming in prime time to bring the festivities, so who cares when the impeachment muddles on? Those who are interested will find it.

After the hyper partisan commentary on NBC (could they at least try to hide their bias?) yesterday afternoon, it was finally reported that the afternoon schedule was designed because Chief Justice Roberts has oral arguments at the SCOTUS every morning this week. I guess it wasn’t Trump hiding in the dark of night after all.

If this stuff Trump is accused of is tantamount to the end of the US as we know it should Trump be left in office ( not my hyperbole) , I wonder what the Democrat machine would do if Trump did something like sic the IRS on his political enemies?...

Parting thought — if a political opponent might be involved in corruption in a foreign nation, is it wrong to ask that nation to investigate? If so wasn’t it wrong to investigate Trump and Russia in the Carter Page inquiry and Steele Dossier or Hillary in any number of scandals? I’m confused.

Way to stay classy Kansas basketball.

January 21, 2020

And you are there...

Impeachmentpalooza kicks off today. The opening acts portend to be boring, but you never know. As Ed Bondereka pointed out, the pundits keep reminding us this is a “political process”, but should it be?

The real truth is this is all show. Each Senator has his mind made up and expect all but the most secure seats to toe the party line. Witnesses, no witnesses, it does not matter. No opinion will be changed either way. It is all about trying to influence the coming elections. Can the Dems make Trump look so horrible that Bernie and the Cherokee Princess look good? Can Trump look more sleazy than Biden’s kids? Can the Republicans make the whole thing come off as a despicable coup against a sitting President?

It is all about bending he malleable middle right or left come November.

It was never about the Ukraine. It is about power and who has it.

January 20, 2020

Tough day

An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.

As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, ‘What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I’m not reheating it.” And on and on and on.

Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.

While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband’s client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight. Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go upstairs and give him the good news.
As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet.

“They’re not hanging Wright tonight,” she said.

He whirled around and screamed, “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN, DON’T YOU EVER STOP COMPLAINING?!”

House of Special Purpose

I watched all four or five episodes of the Netflix series The Last Czars yesterday. I give it mixed reviews. Were I to give it a rating I suppose three stars would suffice.  The acting was OK. I am bothered by the criticism in the IMDb reviews over the actor’s accents. My response is that the real personages spoke Russian, French, and more likely, German. What English accent the actors employ is not relevant.

I studied a bit about the days of the end of the Romanov Dynasty and the start of the Revolution back in college*. The senseless and brutal murder of the Royal family depicts the attitude of the Bolsheviks when it came to their ruthless acquisition of power. I was also interested to see the weird relationship with the Mad Monk Rasputin and the Royals explained.

More importantly, we see how an absolute Monarch failed to understand the changing world around him with disastrous consequences for the Twentieth Century.

Black Night White Snow is a great history of the period. It is long and detailed, but reads like a novel while still presenting a fairly unbiased well-researched history. Sadly it is mostly only available used unless your local library has a copy.

My copy disappeared decades ago. I wouldn’t mind reading it again.

January 19, 2020

Sunday Pictures

December 2019

Winter sunrise from my backyard.

January 18, 2020

Fire all your guns at once

We dodged the weather bullet as freezing drizzle turned to a steady rain overnight. Rain continues to fall this morning in what appears to be a weather rerun from last weekend. So no snow so far for 2020.

I made a big pot of potato soup last night and served it up with BLT sandwiches. As usual, we ate way too much bacon. Leftover soup will provide our weekend lunches.

For once I know our plans for Saturday. We are babysitting this evening. I can live with that. I’ll pass the rest of the time with the same old routine: reading, watching old movies, napping. Yes life is boring around here.

Have a great Saturday. Here is a little Saturday cartoon to get your day started. Don’t just eat the marshmallows from your Lucky Charms while watching.


January 17, 2020

6600

This post marks a milestone. This is post 6,600 — albeit only 6503 published counting this one. Yes, I hear you asking aloud “ How bad must the unpublished work be if some of the other content made the grade?”. Yes.

Six thousand six hundred posts is a lot of words. No wonder my content is a bit suspect. You are as tired of my tales and opinion as my wife. Heck, one of the reasons I started blogging was for a place to vent, tell stories and opine to people who hadn’t heard it all a dozen times before. Now you are stuck getting a daily dose.

Sorry about that.


January 16, 2020

Learning to Fly

Deep within a forest a little turtle began to climb a tree. After hours of effort he reached the top, jumped into the air waving his front legs and crashed to the ground.

After recovering, he slowly climbed the tree again, jumped, and fell to the ground. The turtle tried again and again while a couple of birds sitting on a branch watched his sad efforts.

Finally, the female bird turned to her mate. “Dear,” she chirped, “I think it’s time to tell him he’s adopted.”

We had the Cold War all wrong

Was Nancy stoned at her press conference on impeachment yesterday? She was stumble mumbling about time and other nonsensical references. She topped off that less-than-erudite rambling with a celebratory signing, passing out souvenir pens to her cronies. I’m sure there were some high fives and stogies behind closed doors. Way to be classy, Democrats.

Boy o boy is the next Democrat President going to hate the new rules.

Unless that President is Bernie. His supporters say The Bern is going full Stalin, putting the Trumpers into Gulags and giving us all a dose of re-education. Don’t worry,  Bernie Bro assures us the Gulags weren’t that bad.

Mind you, this isn’t just tinfoil hat paranoia. This is Bernie’s own field reps calling for re-education camps.

Perhaps The Bern will be the one guy in history that can make Communism actually work. You gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet and if making communism works means imprisoning or killing a few hundred thousand capitalists, Christians, and conservatives, we’re all good.

Hey, maybe now that he is lead prosecutor in the Trump impeachment Schiff can trot out that Russia, Russia, Russia evidence he claims to have backing up the Steele Dossier.

I think now Cocaine Mitch should drag out the proceedings. Wait a week or two to start the Impeachment Trial in the Senate.  Push the trial right into the Iowa Caucuses and New Hampshire and Nevada Primaries. Put Bernie and the Cherokee Princess into choosing between their Senatorial duties or their political ambitions.


January 15, 2020

hunpity hump day

My wife's family tree must be a cactus because everybody on it is a prick.

Oh, quit. You’ll repeat it within 24 hours.

January 14, 2020

Four O’Clock and All is Well

Early. Check. Not a new story around here. Enough about that.

In Britain, the Royal family...nope. Don’t care.

I hope my coffee doesn’t poison me this morning. Apparently there was a pump failure up on the mighty White River and those of us in the North ‘burbs are under a “ boil your water before consuming “ order.  I didn’t boil my coffee water this morning because I forgot and two, I hope the heat of the Keurig kills whatever evil microbes in the water that are trying their utmost to get into my gut and breed. The thought of drinking water direct from the nasty White River gives me the willies. While not as polluted as the burning Cayuga Cuyahoga of Cleveland fame, the White River has plenty of issues.

Say, you want to come over for tea this afternoon?

January 13, 2020

You keep lyin’ When you oughta be truthin’

Monday.

Reporting in.

I hope you had a great weekend. I did, cleaning carpets. Woot and Wahoo. They needed cleaning, especially since the baby is rolling around. I sucked up about a pound of nasty dog hair from when the Boy’s dog was here.

I dreamed I was sick last night. Who imagines they got the flu? In my dream I had a cough, runny nose, fever, sore throat, all of the usual unpleasantness. Thankfully I am perfectly healthy this morning.

Have a good Monday.



I choose the chick in the green sweater.

January 12, 2020

Sunday Pictures

Rainbow - Shelby County, IN December 20, 2012
I took this picture at 60 MPH from my car window. If memory serves, I was heading back from buying Christmas presents in the Big City.

What was unusual is that you don’t usually see rainbows at 2:20 in the afternoon. Or in December.

This was taken with an iPhone a few miles from my old house. This is looking east. The mountains would be behind me.

And a thousand miles away.

The land does not tilt, it is flat as can be. Blame the picture taker.

I think photographer is the right term, I just hesitate to attach any label to my efforts that infers competence.

January 11, 2020

A little bit of it all

Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes in the January sky. Heavy rain is overwhelming the gutters and adding to the flooding low spots in the yard. It is not your typical winter weather with temps expected near 60 today. So it goes. Things will even out and sub-zero air will balance nature before spring arrives.

It has been determined “we” will clean carpets this weekend, providing I can borrow my SIL’s carpet cleaner.

It occurs to me I make my wife out to be a demanding harridan on occasion in these pages. It is in fact just the opposite. She is sweet and kind.

She insists I tell you that. “Demands” might be a better word.

Seriously, she doesn’t even know I have a blog.

I’ve been reading a historical novel about the Franklin/Nashville Campaign. It is written in the Jeff and Michael Shaara way, history blended into a novel with the character’s thoughts etc. described. It is not bad for a free book. I guess it has not made a great impression. I cannot remember the title. I am not thrilled with the depiction of General George Thomas so far. But otherwise I am entertained. Isn’t that the whole point?

The scenes of the Battle of Franklin ring as fairly accurate, perhaps giving the Southern effort a little more success and glory than justified. But I have to take my own historical bias into account. Those of you who attach a Faulkner-like romance to Pickett’s Charge should look to Hood’s utter wasting of the Western Confederate Army in a charge across two miles of open ground against an entrenched Union Army.

At Franklin six Confederate Generals were killed, seven were wounded, and one captured and 55 Regimental Commanders were casualties. After the subsequent attacks at Nashville, Hood would squander half of his army.

As with much of the war the campaigns in the East grabbed headlines while the west slogged away in desperate bloody battles bungled more times than not by utter incompetence by Confederate leadership.

Edit: Die Like Men by Tim Kent

January 10, 2020

A Legacy

I’m told former Veep Dan Quayle no longer resides in the Hoosier State. His legacy lives on, however. Here we see signage written by a graduate of the Dan Quayle Scool of Speling:

Embiggin if you need to
Spotted last weekend at a BBQ joint.

I mock, but my spelling is atrocious. Thank goodness for spell check.

January 9, 2020

I shall endeavor to persevere

The full moon is shining a soft white through the bare branches of the maple tree in the front yard. I find myself staring out the window contemplating the moon and life in general.

I deleted three paragraphs of “poor me”. You are welcome.

I guess I wasn’t home when the Publisher Clearinghouse crew came by to give me that big check in the first of my lifetime weekly winnings.

Maybe I will just live in my HGTV Dream home I’m about to win when the mortgage company comes for my current house.

I think my chances of winning the lottery are pretty good. Well, they would be if I bought a ticket. I guess I could take my unemployment debit card down to the casino next week and double my investment. Just one pull on the one armed bandit and I could be set for the foreseeable future. My strategy is to take those winnings, double down and take a hit on that hard 15 in blackjack. The dealer will be speechless. Ka-ching. Do I have to report gambling winnings on my unemployment voucher?

If I start writing now do you think I can crank out the next great American novel and generate Harry Potter-like sales in say, the next sixty days? That’s realistic, right?

In a few minutes the wife will come downstairs and wish me a good morning. My granddaughters will come in the front door and I will know I’m rich beyond measure. I am truly blessed. I won life’s lottery. I just need to remember it.

January 8, 2020

A wake would be more effective

More people died at Iranian General Salmanders funeral than in the Iranian missile attack on American bases last night.

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A read aloud joke:

What type of fruit has to get married with family and friends present.

A cantaloupe

January 7, 2020

Hot Buns

I see it all of the time, and I’m going to be frank. Hair tied into a bun is the opposite of sexy. It is unattractive, especially as a topknot. Maybe a bun on the back of the head, librarian style, might pass muster, but probably not.

Man buns are even worse. Any dude who sports a man bun deserves a quick kick in the gonads courtesy of an NFL placekicker.

You can argue in the comments, but you would be wrong.

January 6, 2020

Dear Colin


So, Mr. Kaepernick, you see the killing of a terrorist who has killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people of color as just another example of America’s history of crimes against people of pigment and Imperialism.

I see your rant as further example that you are economically illiterate and historically ignorant.

If America is such a horrible place, how about  you pack your Nike gear and move somewhere you think is better.

What is worse, 103,000 people liked this ignorant tweet. It is a sad state of affairs when the American Left will root for a murdering terrorist over their own country.

January 5, 2020

Sunday Photos

I’m thinking of trying out a new feature. I will call it Sunday Photos. It will feature some of my favorite pictures from my travels. I am not good at taking pics of people, but some of my nature shots aren’t bad, I think. Anyway, I will try things out for this week at least.  I may have posted some of these shots before. I don’t know.

Anyway let me know in the comments what you think of this idea.

Columbia River Gorge from Crown Point
I took this with an old second generation iPhone back in May 2010. The lens had maybe 2 mega pixels.  The fuzziness is what I like about the picture. I think it gives a painting-like aspect. This is looking east up the Columbia River.

I used to go to Portland four to six times a year on business and I tried to drive up into the Gorge at every opportunity.  It is one of my favorite spots I have ever visited.

January 4, 2020

I hate “Light My Fire”

Overcast and damp would best describe the outside conditions this morning. It looks like it could start raining or snowing at any time. Most likely rain. Inside it is a comfortable 68 F. with nary a chance of precipitation. I hope not anyway.

If the past 34 years of blog posts have demonstrated anything it is the futility of my guessing our weekend plans. The cruise director will tell me when to be ready and where to go at the appropriate time. Therefore I shall not speculate this morning.

As I mentioned yesterday, the usual suspects are hand-wringing over the death of a terrorist. Oh Noes,  I suspect Cindy Sheehan and the Code Pink Nasties will be out waving their sad wrinkly flabby breasties in protest beginning about Tuesday. They took the Obama years off so are well-rested for the big election year assault on the Trumpster.

Let’s be honest. Iran has had an ass kicking coming for 40 years.

Sorry, things are heading a little too serious for a great Saturday morning. How about a little humor to wrap things up on a light note?


Have a great Saturday

January 3, 2020

Death from the sky

I sympathize with batteries.

I’m never included in anything either.

I’ll be here all week. Please tip the waitstaff.

The Trumpster just offed some terrorists. The usual suspects are all in a lather. Earlier in the week they were complaining that we are doing nothing about the Iranian-backed terrorists attacking our embassy. Now the same Democrats people are hand-wringing that we did something.

How about we ask this question — What was a general of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard doing meeting with known Hezbollah terrorists in Iraq anyway? I am skeptical he was there to exchange hangover cures in a post New Years celebration recipe swap.

By the way, if you doubt this was a two-pronged message you are not too politically astute. I bet the live feed was patched straight to the little Rocket Man in Korea as a not too subtle warning.

Everyone is worried the Mideast will now erupt into terrorism and violence. Those pundits ignore the last 10 centuries. Maybe we can assuage the Mad Mullahs with a cool billion or two in cash and blame the whole thing on a YouTube video.

January 2, 2020

A Thursday Post for those with Short Attention Spans

“Liar” may not be an apt description, but my pants are warm enough to be smoking. Yes, I led you somewhat astray in my post yesterday. The Christmas decorations are still up, inside and out. The Boss decreed that they shall stay up until the weekend. I argued “weather” and got the look. So there you have it, a case of accidental prevarication.

I threw a chuck roast into the crockpot yesterday. Mashed spuds and corn rounded out the meal. No black eyed peas, nor cabbage for our New Years’ fare.

Today has a distinctive Monday feel. I guess it is because the girls are back today.

Where do belly buttons go to school? The Navel Academy. Baboomp. I got a new Dad Jokes book for Christmas. You are welcome.

Have a great day.

January 1, 2020

what is old is now new

Take that 2019 — 302 posts. You thought I would not make it. Sure, it took a bunch of Christmas song videos to make it over the top, but I never claimed to present quality content any way.

Happy New Year to you, readers. It is gonna be a great year.

Unless it is not.

We celebrated the New Year in the same old way. I kissed my wife at the stroke of midnight. Earlier we went to dinner with some friends and then drove down south to their house to play cards. They live in my old neighborhood. Early readers of the old blog might remember when I lived next to a lake / retention pond.

Today the outside Christmas decorations come down. That procedure is quicker than putting them up. I hate to take them down, everything is so blah and gloomy without the lights and wreaths. So it goes.  I was going to wait until the weekend, but rain is slated to move in Saturday. I guess if I feel the need to see some Christmas lights I can just drive a couple of blocks. Those guys leave their lights on until April or whenever they burn out.

Thanks for hanging with me through 2019. I look forward to sharing this bit of nonsense in the coming year.

Unless I don’t.

That’s how life works.

Have a great day.
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