I was defeated, you won the war

On this date in 1815 the Battle of Waterloo was fought. It was a close thing, the Coalition (You might as well say British) Army was hanging on by their fingernails through the massive French assaults. Luckily the Prussians finally arrived ( because Marshal Grouchy did nothing to slow them down) and the day ended with Napoleon in retreat and the Old Guard surrendering. 

Napoleon was pretty invested in the whole No Kings movement back in his day, right up until he made himself one. Leftists always seem to follow that path.

The hit ABBA song has nothing to do with the battle, but it is catchy, even if the lyrics are a bit insipid.

Just sayin’

 It may be legit, but the optics stink. Trump has raised tariffs on imported phones, hitting Apple particularly hard. Now his company is going into the phone business. 

If Biden did this the MAGA crowd would howl. 

Flashdance Flashback

The grandgirls had their big dance recital Saturday. They did great. That’s not what’s I want to write about.

Each spring the dance company recognizes the graduating seniors and each does a solo dance. Usually it is some kind of artistic modern affair with dramatic poses and rolling on the ground. Just once I would love to see one of the fine young ladies pop off a Flashdance finale. 

We all know it would be a show-stopper in a good way. 

Just in case you are not old and have no clue what I am talking about. 

Sunday Wishes

 Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there.

I miss you Dad.

It was back in the seventies

 

If there was a soundtrack to my youth, this song would be part of it. 

Dedicated to her

 

I don’t think we’ve listened to ELO here at the old blog. Until today.

More, more

 Keep on rioting. What little sympathy we had for the plight of so-called immigrants will dissipate like the smoke from burning cars fanned by the waving of Mexican flags. 

And those who support and encourage these riots, well you convinced me even more that you do not have American’s  best interests in your heart. 

For goodness sake 148 Congressional Democrats voted that they see no issue with non-citizens voting in Washington DC elections.

I don’t even have words. I cannot conceive of the logic behind this. 

Another legend is gone

 I just heard Brian Wilson has died. He was a true musical genius.

Deep Analysis

Time to lighten up  a bit. 

Here’s something I bet you didn’t know. When I was young I hated facial hair. 

Then it grew on me.

Semantics

Can we get something straight? If you entered the country without permission you are not a migrant, you are an illegal alien. You have absolutely no right to be here. And frankly, as far as I am concerned, you have no Constitutional protections beyond innocent until proven guilty. If you are not an American citizen and have no green card your only right is a humane and safe deportation. 

As for the splitting families argument, well criminals are split from their families every day. Does the court worry about the family of a convicted drunk driver? Nope, and you don’t either. 

If you are here illegally and now are rioting, all I can say is  so long, farewell.

Interference with an officer is a crime, resisting arrest is a crime, even if you use non-violent means. Assaulting a police officer is a felony. Harboring an illegal is a crime. I have no sympathy. And I hope the feds use every means possible to track you down and send you to prison just like they did the J6 rioters. 

BTW, you do know Trump has deported a fraction of the illegals sent packing by Obama, right? Is your anger over deportations or who is doing it? A little soul searching may be in order. 

Anarchy or the rule of law

 What he said

I read another blog this morning that wondered why ICE keeps going back to LA to “poke the bear”? Because the riots are anarchy. Because they are criminals. Because if you let it go then there is no rule of law. 

This same blogger remains outraged over January 6th. I could ask the same question— why not let them riot? 

Every single Democrat that sides with the protesters in LA shows they love votes and power more than their country. They hate Trump more than the rule of law. 

The fact the protesters are shouting in Spanish and waving foreign flags tells you all you need to know. If Mexico is so great head on back. 

Sunday Music on Monday

 

Irony, Hyperbole, or Ignorance?

 A rabid antisemite tries to burn a bunch of Jews alive and then his lawyer calls the US government Nazis. 

What a piece of shit who makes lawyers look worse, if possible. You cannot hate some lawyers enough. I would spit on that attorney if I ever met him.

Yeah, you will quote me

 I wanted to be a baker, but I didn’t think I could make enough dough.

I wish I had duck feet

 

 So I have a little fountain beside my patio. It is a pleasant water feature. 

Last evening after work I went to plop on the couch to watch me some Emergency! and I noticed a blur of yellow out the window. I suspected a gold finch was getting a drink from the upper barrel. 

I looked out the window and noticed the fountain wasn’t flowing. “Damn cottonwoods,” I muttered and slipped on some shoes to go clean out the pump. I reached in the water and noticed a dead bird floating against the pump. A stupid robin had somehow drowned itself. I grabbed some rubber gloves from the garage and pulled out the body and tossed it in the trash. 

I came back to start taking apart the fountain to clean it and there was a second bird floating under the first. Was this some kind of avian suicide cult? I pulled the gloves back on and fished out the second robin. As I took it from the water he feebly shook his wings. This one was alive. Barely. 

I sat him nearby on the mulch and he sat shivering taking little breaths but not moving. I cleaned and put the fountain back together. He sat there watching me, unmoving. 

I went in and scrubbed my hands and arms. 

About an hour later I glanced out the r window he still sat there. I went out and he turned his soggy head to look at me, but made no other move. I got my gloves and moved him over under a sugar maple tree to give him a little protection and comfort. 

After supper I went to roll the garbage bins to the curb. I checked and the stupid robin had moved a few feet . I looked at him and he hopped away. 

He may live, if his wings aren’t damaged. It started in raining in the overnight. I bet that bird is as sick of water as a non-duck can be. 

Drifting’ back to the eighties agsin

 

Now it’s stuck in your head too.

But man she was hot.

Morning ritual

I love my digital devices and screens. At a touch I can access the information of the world. But a little bit of me misses the morning newspaper. I would sip my coffee at the table and read from the spread out pages the news of the day - especially the local news. 

In the early 2010s the local paper became a shell of itself, filled with old news, typos and poorly written articles. At the same time my vision was slowly going to hell from undiagnosed Fuchs Dystrophy and we cancelled the paper since I couldn’t see the newsprint and no one else read it. Not long after we moved to Mudsock and a local paper was not an option and I didn’t care. 

What is the point? There is none. My mother encouraged me to read the morning paper starting when I was seven or eight and I continued for the next forty or fifty years. Some days I miss it. But my screen doesn’t leave ink stains on my fingers. 

Wait, What?

 If you were to hang with me, yesterday’s post is exactly my sense of humor.  Our conversation would be peppered with similar comments. 

I still remember my mom’s admonition when I was a teen and entering the world of dating. “Remember Joe,” she said, “Not e everyone gets your sense of humor.” She did, I got it from her. 

I had one boss in particular who did not get me at all, and would just give me a quizzical look as if he knew something was in jest but feared the joke was on him when he didn’t get it. 

Oh well, my wife still finds me funny and my family is used to my puns, dad jokes, sarcastic comments, and dry observations. Those who don’t? Well it sucks to be you. 

Helpful Advice

 I told my wife she should embrace her mistakes.

She did not get mad. 

She hugged me.

Let's play Twister, let's play Risk

 

This is stuck in my head this morning