Beware!

 I don't believe my friends and coworkers are going to Julius Caesar me on this day. I hope not. The weather, on the other hand, just might. Mother Nature is showing her bipolar side this month and if the prognosticators are correct we should be in for a ride the next few days. A windy day will see temps push 70F then a front drives through bringing gusts to 80 mph and temperatures could drop 30-40 degrees in hours. Tornadoes and straight line winds followed by snow. 

What's Cooking

 It appears we are going to have to replace our stove. It won't hold temperatures in the oven. We have had it "repaired" once already and the expensive fix lasted about eight months before it started failing again. The red light that indicates the top is hot has burned on steady for a year no matter if the burners are on or not.  It, like my other Samsung appliances, is junk (don't get me started on the pos refrigerator). 

We have only started looking at options on-line and I sauntered past the selection at Lowes yesterday when I stopped for furnace filters. I want the double oven version, but I balk at the price. In the end it will be what the wife wants even though I do 90% of the cooking. It is just the way it is. 

In the end I know I will spend about a grand on an appliance that will last about a decade and that is a sad commentary on today's crappy manufacturing environment when "good enough" replaces quality components and workmanship. 

Friday music

 

Damn hippies

Do Not Do It

 I’m pretty sure this opinion will not be popular. I desperately want the SAVE Act to pass. It is no burden to show ID to vote, Indiana has had voter id for a long time. 

It is not worth chucking the filibuster to get it passed. Look at what getting rid of the filibuster did for the Democrats on judicial nominations. 

Elections go in cycles. Maybe in months, certainly in the next years, the Stupid Party the Republicans will find themselves in the minority and will need the filibuster to protect us from the left-wing lunatics.

About the book

 A big thanks to Nathan, Sarah, and Instapundit 

I do not have to vocabulary to properly express my gratitude. 

Yes it is fixed.   

Live blogging the coming storm.

 Indigestion rumbles in my gut harmonize with the distant thunder. I recline in my chair and watch lightning illuminate the western sky behind the neighbors’ rooftops. It’s going to be a bad storm. You can hear the wind rising in the trees and the house pops as if flexing its joints for the onslaught. 

Clearly my tired brain is running rampant in the early morning hours.  The doorbell camera chimes and the Amazon spy device announces there is movement at the front door. The Amazon driver hurriedly chucks a package on my porch and races back to the waiting van before the rain arrives. I go downstairs and grab the package. I place it on the kitchen table unopened and trudge back upstairs to my chair. I type these lines wondering why anyone would care. 

I need some sleep. 

Democrat Theater

 The Democrats still refuse to fund the Dept of Homeland Security. Ostensibly because they are upset over ICE and want it defunded. 

Except ICE is funded through 2029. Congressional Democrats know this. 

This all just political theater staged for their uninformed ignorant voters. 

In the meantime we are all more at risk. 

Getting Progressive

 

As in Rock.

I am not going to let the subject drop

 Some stories stay with you.

Hoosier Flats: A Novel of the Greatest Generation is mine.

This book is a tribute to the men and women who lived through extraordinary times with quiet strength, sacrifice, and resilience. Their grit built families, communities, and a nation.

Bringing this story to life has been a deeply meaningful journey, and I’m proud to finally share it.

If you appreciate historical fiction grounded in heart and character, I’d love for you to take a look.

👉 https://a.co/d/012fCSgz

#NewBook #HistoricalFiction #GreatestGeneration #HoosierFlats

If you bought it, thank you. Leave me a review once you have slogged your way through it. 

No Words

 I guess in Indiana Killing babies is a religion.

I am speechless. 

Bomb the bastards for about 444 days

 I am of an age where the Iran hostage "crisis" is a clear memory. Jimmah Carter's failure to wreak retribution remains, to me, a sad moment in United States history. 

I have no issue bombing the Mullahs straight to Hell where hopefully they are subjected to the same abuses they dream for the seventy-seven virgins. I hope dogs piss on them and pigs eat their bodies. 

I don't care of we declare war or not. Congress hasn't been called upon to exercise that option since 1941 and generations of American military have died in Korea, SE Asia, and the Mideast anyway. 

I say sink every Iranian ship and speed boat. Down every aircraft. Destroy every base, fort, bunker and any other site we even suspect is part of the government or Iranian military. 

Iran shouted "Death to America" for more than forty years. They spread terror throughout the World.

Eventually the bear gets sick of being poked. 

And while we are dishing out retribution we can pack up our wares and close our bases in Spain and Great Britain. If you don't want us then we will leave. And good luck to you both when the Russians or the Chinese or even the Germans come calling. Mr. B says it better.

I Can Only Laugh

 You may remember I had jury duty back in January. I finally got my $30 check in the mail yesterday. The whole thing is a perfect examp!e of government efficiency. *

No, the fault lies not with the county government. They did their job. They mailed my check JANUARY 28th. 

It took the post office THIRTY-FIVE DAYS to deliver a letter less than four miles. 

Read that again, 35 days to go four miles. 

I weep for our future.

* yes that is sarcasm

Musical Interlude

 

Did anyone mention you should not take the brown acid?

How About That?

 I made the book promo post at Sarah Hoyt's place. My blog buddy Fuzzy Curmudgeon not only has s book mentioned, he Also has given my book some great promo. Thanks to both.

What? You haven't bought Hoosier Flats yet? There is an Amazon link over there on the right. Or just press on the link in the previous sentence. 

Fuzzy has a bunch of books you should Go read.

Ungrateful Curs

It seems most European countries are more terrified of their Muslim immigrants than the US. Once again we will do the dirty work in stopping Iran from getting and using nukes. As for Great Britain, screw you. We beat your ass twice and saved it two more times. There won't be a third time. In addition, we took in Harry and Megan. 

As for France, we would not be a nation but for you. We paid you back twice over. I spit in your direction. 

Monday Gripes

 Ugh, we have a couple inches of snow on the ground. I'm ready for winter to go away. Fortunately, it looks like warm, but rainy, weather is heading our way. 

Fellow Hoosiers are not surprised we got snow; it is sectional week. Of course sectionals have been meaningless for three decsdes. but it always seems to snow during the week of the high school.basketball tournament.

After nearly five decades we finally did something about Iran. We should've bombed the country back to the stone ages when they took the hostages. 

All you appeasing Democrats can go @#$% yourselves. and before you go shouting War Powers Act you probably should read it and shut up.

Stomp stomp

 

Why is it appropriate, you ask? Because it is the greatest march in cinema. Why wouldn't you expect a march today

get it while its hot

In rural 1930s Indiana, a fifteen-year-old boy becomes the least-suspected bootlegger in Polk County.

What begins as a way to save his family’s farm pulls Matt Wyatt into a world of loyalty, violence, and impossible choices — where one wrong run changes everything.

Hoosier Flats: A Novel of the Greatest Generation spans the final days of Prohibition through Pearl Harbor and World War II — a coming-of-age story about duty, family, and the cost of growing up in hard times.

I’m proud to finally share it.

If you enjoy historical fiction with grit and heart, I invite you to grab a copy — and if it resonates, please leave a review.

👉 https://a.co/d/012fCSgz

#NewBook #HistoricalFiction #GreatestGeneration #HoosierFlats

 
 

A Boomer Thing

 Back in the day, whenever I made a mixtape (or later burned a “mixtape “ CD),  I always took great pains to insert the clip from the Lynyrd Skynyrd album One More From the Road where Van Zant shouts “What song do ya want to hear?”.

It amused me to no end. 

About that Speech

 Didn’t watch. 

No it’s not about Trump. I haven’t watched a SOTU speech for a couple of decades. For me it is akin to watching a company PowerPoint — a big yawn. 

If you have never sat through a company slide show then consider yourself lucky. 

Sorry Paul, I’m Not Amazed at All

 Looney lefties are telling us that when they get back in power the Trumpists are going to pay. One deranged liberal on LinkedIn stated every person who voted for Trump should be tried for treason. 

First, she needs a dictionary so she can look up treason. Second, why is it the very people who insist upon groupthink label the rest of us fascists? 

Again, a dictionary might be indispensable 

Get ready

 Before the war

Before the medals

Before the Greatest Generation became great

—there was a boy on a dusty Indiana backroad with a truck full of moonshine and everything to lose

*thank you Nathan

A Dad Joke Riddle

 I am between 4 and 6.

I am not Five.

What am I?

Using Your Money to Bribe Billionaires

 There are murmurs, whispers, and threats the Chicago Bears might move to NE Indiana.  I am beyond skeptical. 

Fuzzy has a great breakdown at his place. The Mayor of Hammond (the basis for the fictional town in the movie A Christmas Story) thinks the stadium will generate significant new business, a “Bearsville ” outside the stadium. 

Does he realize the team will only play 8 or 9 games a year in that stadium? No Ruth’s Chris nor high rise hotel can survive on traffic from game days only. Has he driven to Chicago and looked around st the entertainment offerings right around Soldier Field? 

Exactly, and Chicago has far more going on than Da Region. 

I think the Bears are using this offer as a velvet hammer to force Chicago and  Illinois to a weaker negotiating position. 

I’ve run across this strategy more times than I can count in negotiations. “We.don’t want to change, but your competition has a better deal on the table…”

If I was a betting man…I am pretty sure who is getting played here. 

Don’t Panic, Have a Cigar

 I took a late lunch yesterday afternoon and smoked a small cigar out on the patio. With the temperature in the upper sixties, I perfectly comfortable in a sweatshirt. Are those things bad for me? Yes. Do I care? No. I’ve been smoking cigars since I was about eight, so I think I’ll be okay. 

Yeah, I worked late to make up for it. 

No Friday music because Google is being a jerk. 

Definition of schizophrenia

 Temperatures will push the 60s for the next couple of days before snow flakes fly this weekend. 

'Nuff said.

Boo Radley is dead

 

I read Robert Duvall has died. I believe he is one of the best character actors to grace film or stage. 

From Thhe Godfather to Lonesome Dove he was excellent.  I particularly liked him in Open Range. 

He may have appeared in an occasional bad movie, but he was never bad in a movie. 

Sound the fog horn, Smitty

 Ahhoooga. 

Dense fog blankets the neighborhood this morning. The neighbor's porch lights are fuzzy lights in the distance. I'm not worried about my commute in the low visibility conditions,  I walk down hall to get to my office. 

I got ambitious and made a pan of lasagna for dinner. Actually,  I made two pans since I divided it into two baking dishes. We took the extra pan over to my daughter's. The wife and I still have enough leftover for lunch today. 

After dinner I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies while the wife did laundry.  Normally baking is her purview, but she asked and I did. 

Today is my mother's birthday. I miss you mom.

Annual Screed

 We have once again reached that time of year in mid-February were I need to make a proclamation. No, not Happy Valentine's Day (sure, that too), no, IT IS TIME TO TURN OFF YOUR CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.

Look, you don't have to take them down, but you can unplug them. It's not hard. 

I rant on this every year. There are three houses within a block fighting hard to maintain the Christmas spirit. Whatever, time's up. 

I'm convinced the lady on the corner believes you just leave the lights on until they finally burn out sometime in April or May and then just replace them next November. 

Side note: are you OK Freddie?

She'd walk down through the garden In the morning after it rained

This week was one of those strange collection of days that individually seemed to drag interminably, yet here we are at Friday wondering where the week went. 

It seems we are slated to get a big warmup, with temps peaking in the fifties and sixties next week. I'm ready for the snow to go away. 

You might have guessed from the previous entry I've been working on the Great American Novel. I'm rewriting what is the final draft. Maybe. Probably.  I hope. 

I think this effort is far better than my last book. That one needed about three more revisions to make it passable. So it goes. 

I've thought about trying to submit this novel to an agent and trying to get it published by a real publisher. We shall see. In the end it is probably just more meh drivel. I can live with that. Still, I'm no judge, but I think it is not too bad. It is very different from my previous effort. 

Yeah, yeah, you don't care about any of that. I know why you are here -- Friday music! Well, here you go:

I’ve got questions

Would you read this book?:

In rural small-town 1930's Indiana, a boy becomes a bootlegger-- and a man too.

Fifteen-year-old Matt Wyatt knows the Depression is squeezing the life out of his family's farm. When the Crawford clan offers his father a lifeline -- cash in exchange for quiet runs of moonshine--Matt becomes the least-suspected bootlegger in Polk County. What starts as a thrill soon plunges young Matt into a world of violence, loyalty, and moral compromise.

Anchored by the girl who steals his heart, Matt navigates dusty back roads, outlaw justice, and the thin divide between right and wrong as one run goes terribly wrong and the consequences will follow him far beyond the Indiana flat lands he calls home.

Spanning the last days of Prohibition to the shock of Pearl Harbor and World War II, Hoosier Flats is a coming-of-age novel about duty, family, and the heavy price of growing up in hard times.

My impersonation of snow this week

 

Where and When

 My wife has the right to criticize me. It may be true I have bad breath, an inability to fold towels to her standards, or fart too much, but I have a reasonable expectation she isn't detailing my shortcomings to a random stranger in the cereal aisle. There is a time and place. 

Likewise, athletes are entitled to an opinion. As an athelete you might think Dave's Coffee is bitter swill. You might even express this opinion to your friends and family, but when you are in public, Dave's Coffee has a strong expectation you tell everyone within earshot Dave's is the reason you get out of bed to train eight hours a day. They are sponsoring you and that is the trade-off. Every athlete understands this dynamic. 

When you are at the Olympics the USA is your sponsor. The Dave's Coffee logo isn't on your sleeve. The uniform says USA right there on your chest. The Dave's Coffee jingle does not play when you win, it is the National Anthem. You can have an opinion. Leave it at home. 

There is a time and place. 

How long until baseball?

 We have to be quiet this morning, the granddaughters came for a sleepover and they are still asleep. Turn your TV down. Whisper. 

We had a great time last night. I made spaghetti and we played games and watched a movie while munching popcorn. Once they are up and hungry we will make fried biscuit donuts. I miss seeing those girls every day. 

This evening I will watch the Big Game and root for both teams to lose. I have not had so little interest in a Superbowl in a very long time and I have even less interest in the halftime show. A dude in a dress doing hip-hop in Spanish? I will pass. 

Have a great Sunday.

Dig it

 

No music videos and you are welcome

We find ourselves on a Friday morning. We may break above freezing for the first time in a couple of weeks after some snow showers this morning. It's winter. 

The wife is getting vacation fever. She wants to go somewhere warm. What she really wants is another cruise. All it takes is money. I have earned a good bonus at work. I exceeded every one of my KPIs (goals). Whether the company pays it out is another question. The automotive division had a rough year, so we will see. When I exceeded my goals a few years ago I got bupkis because the company did not do well. I will be angry if that happens again, but my only recourse is to quit. It took me so long to get this job. I really like my job, except the pay. Anyway, vacations come from the bonus pay, especially a big one like a cruise. 

I told her to stop looking. She never pays attention to me. "But you get to go places," she says. Like New Britain , CT or Valley City, OH, or St. Louis are ideal destinations. I may "get" to go to Grand Rapids in a few weeks. Western Michigan is a joy to travel to in the winter. 

Is the sarcasm font working?

More importantly,  why would anyone care about any of this?

One final thought, it is egregious Reggie Wayne is not in the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

The very definition of tiresome

 Idiot Target employees in Minnesota  (where else) are protesting outside of Target headquarters demanding management refuse to let ICE officers into the stores.

I suppose if you want to also invite the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice to go after your company, you could ban Federal Officers, otherwise these leftist asshats display an astounding ignorance of the Constitution.  

Arguing with the calendar

You might think March or perhaps October has the craziest weather here in the Midwest. You would be wrong. 

February clearly suffers from short man syndrome since it only has 28 days. It over compensates by throwing extremes of weather in our faces. The record low for February in Indianapolis is -21F. The record high is 77F. Based on my history major math that is a temperature variation of nearly 100 degrees (98 degrees if we are going to be all scientific and mathematically correct). Yes, bow down, I did that calculation in my head. I win math this morning.

I'm sure February weather would be far less schizophrenic if we would just pay the global warmingcoolingclimatechange tax. February wants to know why January and March don't pay their fair share, whatever that means.

No matter how many times I tell February that it has plenty to offer, it still feels shorted. "Look," I say, "You have Groundhog Day, Presidents Day, Valentine's Day, The Superbowl, you even have Black History Month!" I tell February it is special because every four years it gets an extra day. June does not get that. April doesn't. All January offers is a let down from glorious December and cold crappy weather. And clouds. Lots of clouds. We all hate January. 

I think February merely likes to complain. "I'm spelled funny. I only have 28 days. Everyone dislikes me because I'm still winter." 

Boo freaking hoo, February.  I've better things to do than pump up your monthly self-esteem.  Maybe if you gave us more of those 77F days we wouldn't loathe you so much. 

Randy Newman had it right. Short months got no reason...

Quit your lecturing you leftist harridan

 Dear Billie Eilish,

If you are so sure we are all occupying "stolen land", stand up for your beliefs. Give any property you own to the nearest recognized tribe. You should also give up all of your earnings, to compensate for your privilege.

Otherwise shut the hell up you leftist fool.

You asked

 

A two-fer-- polka for Cappy and a tribute to Kevin's mom. 

John Candy filmed all of scenes in one day and reportedly ad libed most of his dialog.

And for the polka part:

PS stupid groundhog

Shine On

I've always believed the best Pink Floyd album is Wish You Were Here. Like the author in the link, I think the album has depth beyond any preceding music from the band, including Dark Side of the Moon. Conversely, Wish You Were Here avoids the pretentiousness of the later hit album The Wall. 

Of course most casual fans of classic rock will find my position curious. After all, Dark Side spent decades on the charts, The Wall is, well, The Wall. 

I won't pretend I've always felt this way. Forty, twenty, ten years ago I would have unequivocally stated Dark Side was the pinnacle album in the Pink Floyd discography ( I never did care much for The Wall as a whole). Further listening to Wish You Were Here over the past few years has changed my opinion.

Perhaps as I grow older and have lost loved ones and seen changes in my life that occasionally cause me to look at the past with nostalgia, makes the music resonates more. Who knows? 

Music is subjective and that is what makes it so wonderful.  My musical mood changes. Today i might be listening to progressive music, tomorrow country, the next Sinatra. But always, since I was a young teen, music has been part of my life. It plays softly in the background as I work, it plays as I type this post. It always plays deep in my brain as I slouch through life.

Saturday stuff

 Apparently I had a dyslexia moment last week. I claimed a post was number 8951. 

It wasn't. I transposed numbers. The actual post number was 8591 I have published 8,598 posts, counting this one. There are an additional 109 posts in draft form. I know, how crappy must a post be to not get published?

Mea culpa.

Friday Music

 

Quitcher complaining,  I dropped multiple posts this week. Sure, it was quantity over quality, but that has ever been the case around here. 

Look, if you are that upset that i put up a music post I'll refund your subscription.

Exactly. 

Listen to the music, return to (or discover) the '70s and relax. It's Friday. It's payday. Life is good. 

I'm still thirteen at heart.

Laugh and chortle 

I know you don't click links. I don't either. Do it. Turn on the sound. Laugh and laugh.

I want my cut

 President Trump wants to give every kid born in his term $1000. A couple of banks have pledged to match it. 

I don't want my hard-earned wages confiscated to give away to some kid to make his life easier in 18 years. Screw that. $1000 will make my life easier today. 

I don't want my tax dollars used to pay off student loans, and this give away is just as wrong. 

About time

 As I look over a wonderland of snow and subzero temperatures,  my heart is warmed by the knowledge pitchers and catchers report in two weeks. 

Spring is coming. 

And Nico sucks too

 I will say it. The Velvet Underground is probably the most overrated band in rock history.

You might disagree, but then you would be wrong.

Quality Television

I would advise you to spend the $10 to get HBO for a month just so you can watch The Pitt. 

The series is worth that and more. 

Quinn would be at home in this weather

 

8951

 By early Sunday evening we had more than 11" of snow. I shrugged on my coat , pulled on my sheepskin mittens and grabbed the snow shovel. Of course I am more likely to spot a purple spotted monkey in my front maple than a plow in my cul-de-sac.

I was finishing the bottom third of my drive, anticipating the end, when my neighbor got stuck at the bottom of his driveway. Of course he did not shovel, he tried to drive his front-wheel drive van through it. I don't mind helping my neighbors, but when they won't help themselves...

I went over and pushed him. I pushed again as he got stuck in the street. I had to gently admonished him to keep the wheels straight. In the end he finally made it out and I finished my drive down to the apron. There is no use doing that part by the street until the plow comes - probably around Valentines Day. I'll brave the cold and do the last three feet at lunch.

Remotely Disturbing

 

A few weeks ago the wife bought these electric candles that run on batteries. They work via a remote that allows her to turn them on and off, set a timer, etcetera. 

Earlier this week she told me in jest she thought our house was haunted. She claimed she candles were coming on at random. Behind her back I scoffed at the notion. 

Alas, I was plopped on one couch and noticed the candles were on. I did not turn them on. The wife was upstairs. WTH?

I turned the candlesticks off and went back to whatever nonsense I was watching on the television.  The next time I looked the candles were back on. 

Challenge accepted.  

I won't bore you with the details beyond confirming without a doubt there is no ghost. There is, however, a Vizio soundbar. Every time we turn down the TV, the candles go on. Volume up does nothing, only volume down. And yes, as confirmation the "on" button for the candles turns down the soundbar.  

I tried the remote that came with the speaker. It turns on the candles. I tried an old Comcast remote we used to use. You guessed it, down volume turns on the candlestick.  Short of scrapping the candles or buying a new soundbar (my vote since I'll convince the wife's a new soundbar can only work with a new TV), we are just going to have to turn off the candle every time we turn down the TV, otherwise we better buy stock in AAA batteries.

Not yet, but maybe, probably, later

 

REO could really rock before they started playing that arena ballad crap.

January is going out like an angry honeybadger

 It sure looks like we are in for some rocky winter weather this weekend. You probably are also.

 Interestingly enough, this weekend also marks the anniversary of the Blizzard of '78, one of the biggest storms to hit this part of the country. That storm is memorable around the old homestead. The wife's father passed away at the height of the storm. This was before I met her later that same year. 

Anyway, before you diverted me, I was discussing the expected freezing temperatures and forecasted 5-11 inches of snow. As evidenced above, it is January, these things happen. Besides, for some places around the Great Lakes that amount of snow is just another day. Ho hum. 

For those of you who refuse to pony up the cash for my mediocre first novel, there is a description of the Blizzard of '78 in the book. 

Wayback MTV Staple

 

Dangerous Thinking

 We need to take over Greenland for the long-term security of the United States.

Now substitute "Ukraine" for Greenland and "Russia" for The United States.

If you don't like that analogy try ,Sudetenland, Alsace-Lorraine, the Balkans, or Tibet...

Perfect

Dear Minnesota

 This Constitution, and the Laws of the United States which shall be made in Pursuance thereof; and all Treaties made, or which shall be made, under the Authority of the United States, shall be the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to the Contrary Notwithstanding 

Article VI clause II

On my mind

 Seriously, it’s been three days. Sure, it might be desert, but dry heat is no excuse. How hard is it to think up a name for a horse? Blackie, Red, Trigger, Silver, Man O’War, Secretariat — how about something mundane like Bob or even Joe?

You are probably bored too

It seems like it happens this time every year. That old ennui sets in. I am bored. The cold short days are often cloudy. Football is pretty much over and my team once again missed the playoffs. Real baseball is a couple of months away. 

I’m bored by work. I’m bored with TV. I’m bored by this blog. I have a proof of my second novel on the corner of my desk. I’m sick of it too. You can only read something a few dozen times before it becomes a blob of familiar words. I find I’m even bored by music. While I love reading, I’m kinda bored by that too. 

I know, boo freakin’ boo. 

Friday Music

 

Head Scratchin’ Here, Boss

 I see lots of Democrats, elected and voters, protesting the enforcement of immigration laws. 

I have yet to see a single bill introduced to overturn those laws. 

Maybe it’s all just theater. 

Complain, complain

 

Stolen SOTI

RIP

 Scott Adams has passed. The world of office humor is diminished.

His Dilbert cartoon entertained me to no end. 

I’m not one of the twelve angry men

The good news is I was excused from jury duty after voir dire. That’s when the attorneys for either side can ask for your dismissal after questioning. I suspect the defense in this drug case were not keen on me after learning I voted to convict in two previous drug trials. Maybe collectively the State and Defense thought someone else should get a chance. 

It might have been my response when asked about my opinion on automatic license plate readers. I said “I’m not crazy about the amount of surveillance you see everywhere. That said, I willingly put a cell phone in my pocket. I have an Amazon Alexa in every room and a video doorbell. So welcome to 2026.”   The prosecutor may not have liked that answer.

I am pleased I don’t have to serve, but a tiny bit of me is miffed at the rejection. My objectivity was called into question. 

I think I’m up to eight times now

This is a pre-recorded post. I’m off to jury duty this morning. Yes, it is my civic duty . Here’s the thing, I’ve done my part. 

In the late 1980’s I served on a Federal Grand jury. That was 3-4 days every other week for about three months, then 1-2 days every other week for another month or two, then 1-2 days a month for another six months. It was 12 months of jury duty. 

In the late 1990’s I served on a trial jury.  In 2011  I served on another trial jury. 

In between I was called at least four additional times but did not have to serve. I believe I’ve done my share, but I’ll buck up and do it again if called to serve. 

But hey, I’ll make $30. 

The Blues Fall Down Like Rain

 

The whole thing might have been a comedy act, but that band was real musicians and they could really play. 

How about that?

 Indiana sure put a beatdown on Oregon in the football game last night. 

I never thought I’d see the day when IU became a football powerhouse. 

Political Darwinism

 If you show up with the intent to interfere with police, whether at the local, state , or federal level, it is not going to end well. You will not come out unscathed. You do so to elicit a response, because there will not be a favorable outcome. 

If you choose to interfere with police you are either a fool or a tool of others, or both. This is true of the stupid, foolish woman in Minneapolis. 

Let me say, I believe the ICE officers were overly aggressive. No one needed to be in front of the vehicle, she wasn't going anywhere. The street was blocked.

That out of the way, the stupid and foolish woman made three choices that determined her fate. 1.She showed up with the intent of interfering with law officers. Of that there is no doubt. People "visiting relatives" do not block the street with their SUV and they move when told by police. 2. She refused to exit the vehicle when ordered so by officers of the law. 3. She stepped on the gas.

I don't know if she intended to run down the officer or try and make a run for it. Either way, she compounded her foolish actions and wound up dead. Did she try to run down the agent? I don't know, but he clearly felt in danger of his life or he would not have shot his gun. I will go with that until someone presents evidence the ICE Agent is a murderous psychopath. 

If you want to give your hard-earned money to nearly two million dollars to the family of a stupid fool and tool, that is up to you. No one should be rewarded for criminal acts.

I think if you donated, it makes you a fool and a tool also. 

The Perp Walk I Want to See

 ICE is out rounding up illegals. Ok, we can discuss tactics and goals in a later discussion. 

Here is my question; when are we going to see arrests of the employers who hire and pay those people under the table? They are stealing (by omission) tax dollars on the same scale as the illegals collecting benefits. They are criminals as much or more than poor illegals who are trying to better their lives. 

Pithy Post Label Needed

 Sheesh, is it Thursday already? We’ve had a spate of mild weather this week and yesterday I thought I might shrug on a jacket and have a rare winter stogie out on the patio. Alas the boss gave me a project so I worked instead of playing hooky. The Company puts money into my bank account. Cigar manufacturers take my money, so my priorities are clear. 

Just do it already

 If we have wherewithal and ability to go to Venezuela and arrest a commie dirtbag, surly we can arrest some of the criminals who frequented Epstein Island for wild orgies with teenagers. 

Stolen SOTI

 

Back at it

 It is the first Monday of the New Year. I’m back at it after  being off pretty much the past two weeks. 

I love my job. Let me be clear about that. I also could retire if my personal financial situation would allow it. I started working at 14. At this point I’ll have to work until I die or win the lottery. So I’m back at it. 

I want to see it now

Okay, we’ve seen the report by the independent reporters. We have seen the fraud. When are we going to see cops knocking on the same doors? When are we going to see people perp walked? When are we going to see bureaucrats fired and arrested ? 

This is my money and your money. Why are we voting for anyone who thinks $20K a year is acceptable for child care?  I want to see elected reps defend this nonsense.

And when ANY politician claims that fraud is just part of going business  then he should be impeached and run out of town on a rail after a good dose of tar and feathers. And I’m not joking. 

Happy New Year