November 14, 2009

Weekend Funny























How Pumpkin Pie is made

November 13, 2009

Free Advice Friday

On occasion I like to go slumming and read liberal blogs. I never cease to be amazed at some of the garbage they spew. Lately, Some of them have been fixated on Fox News. For people who generally take a condescending, I am so much smarter than you tone, these people are either idiots, ignorant, or outright dissemblers of truth.

let me try to set you straight, oh narrow minded ones ( and let me interject that it is not necessary for your to parrot the White House and Daily Kos in every post -- think for yourselves). I will type this slowly so you can follow me. There is news and there is opinion. News is facts. Opinion is commentary and interpretation of those facts.

The front page of your local paper is usually news. The page called Editorials or Opinion is not news. Shows where people of various political stripes offer their interpretation of the events of the day are opinion shows. They are not news reports.

Hannity is opinion. beck is opinion. In the same vein Rush, and Olbermann are both opinion shows. Maddow and Matthews are not news. O'Reilly is not news and neither are the Sunday shows.

If you condemn Fox as not being a news network you should also refuse to read your local paper, it also has opinions. If you are anything but raving lunatics you would be up in arms at MSNBC, the liberal version of Fox -- when it comes to its opinion shows.

You are likely to point out that on occasion the anchors of the news portion of Fox show their bias. yes they do. I suggest you spend some time looking into the actions, words and deeds of the "mainstream media". You remember "Fake but accurate" Dan Rather. Cronkite's lies regarding Tet, blowing up the trucks when they did not roll on 20/20, etc., etc., etc...

Take a little advice from the old Hoosierboy fellas. Get off that high horse, it shows your ass.

Friday Covers

This week we are are going to again look at a Beatles song and some interesting covers.



Here is Evan Rachel Wood doing a beautiful version from the Across the Universe Soundtrack:


CSN put some terrific harmonies into their version:


You have to give it to the original, but these other versions also reflect the beauty of the ballad from the White Album.

November 12, 2009

A pot of chili, the hand of God, and me

Part One. I made a pot of chili Monday night. I am not fond of the stuff (beans), but the wife loves it. She has a serious case of acid reflux or maybe even an ulcer. If she eats spicy foods she is up vomiting all night. She is a stubborn mule and will not go to the doctor. I made the chili deliberately mild, to the point she complained I did not put in enough spice.

Part Two. Our alarm clock is an old digital model we have had for at least twenty years. It has never failed. It has two alarm settings. Alarm 1 I never change, that is the time I get up. I set alarm 2 for unusual needs, like a two hour delay of school etc.

Part Three. I get up every morning at 6:14 am to wake the boy for school. I wake the wife at 6:50 so she can get ready for work. Often I go back to sleep after I get her up for a quick half-hour power nap before I start my long commute to the spare bedroom to work.

Part Four. In spite of the mildness of the chili, the wife was up sick all night. When she was not in the bathroom, she was tossing and turning and keeping me awake. When the alarm went off Tuesday morning, I was tired and grumpy. I had stayed up late Sunday night, then got very little sleep Monday night. I woke the boy. When I woke the wife I was looking forward to a little make-up sleep. She said she did not know if she was going to work since she still did not feel good. She did not get up. I woke he again about five minutes later. She said again she did not know if she was getting up or not. So I ask myself, am I supposed to keep waking her or not? Who knows? She has to call in if she is not going. I want to go back to bed, but I can't until she makes up her mind.

I wake her a third time. Again I ask if she is getting up. again no definite answer. I tell her to go, don't go, just take a decision. I tell her I am tired of waking her. This pisses her off. She decides she is not working and goes back to bed.

I power nap on the couch for about 20 minutes. I have to leave for Michiana later Tuesday morning. She mentions she set the alarm and is going in 1/2 day. She is still mad at me because I was irritated at her indecision. Whatever.

Part Five. I woke with a start Wednesday morning. It is 6:16, two minutes after the alarm is supposed to go off. WTF? I check the alarm, yes it is on. I check the time -- the wife had changed Alarm 1! It is a miracle I am awake. I get up the boy. When it is time to wake the wife I tell her it was the hand of God who woke me up in time this morning. I am in a good mood because in spite of a potential disaster I woke on time. I ask her why she changed the main alarm? She said it was closer to her. I point out the buttons to set Alarm 1 and Alarm 2 are less than 1/2 inch apart. She points out I should have known she would change Alarm 1, and it is my fault we nearly overslept.

A smart guy would have dropped it. You may have noticed if you read here much that I have a need to prove I am right at times -- like when I am.

I told her we NEVER have changed Alarm 1 once it is set. She said she is tired of me being an asshole every morning.

I now double check the time is correct on the alarm clock every night before I go to sleep.

That is how a pot of chili and the hand of God combined to put me into the doghouse.

November 11, 2009

Thank You



Thank you to all current members of the Military and veterans for your sacrifices so I can enjoy the freedoms of America.










In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

November 10, 2009

Today's stupidest comment

We all have our opinions on the Second Amendment.

Some opinions are so over the top I am not sure how to comment:

e. My heart goes out to the victims of the Fort Hood and Orlando shootings and their loved ones. Senseless, senseless incidents. I will not go quietly into the night on this one. America needs to do something about idiots with handguns. How many more Fort Hoods and Orlandos do there have to be before our political leaders have the guts to severely restrict access to murderous weapons?

Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/writers/peter_king/11/08/mmqb/4.html#ixzz0WOTF9YOd


There is no one who speaks better about football than Peter King. He should stick to sports. Even the most anti-gun kook can't believe that banning guns on a military base makes sense.

November 9, 2009

Monday's rant


Mainstream Muslims(if there is such an animal) have gone to great pains to tell us the suicide bombers and terrorists and Taliban-type followers of the teachings of Mohamed do not represent the true nature of Islam. Every time a Muslim male between the ages of 18 and 40 decides, in the name of Allah, to blow a pizza parlor or a disco, to fly planes into a building, to bomb an Embassy or hotel, to put an explosive into an airliner or bus or train station, to drive a TNT-loaded speedboat into a Navy ship, to attack a school, etc., etc., etc., we are told that they do not represent Islam. Yet every time one of these Islamic-fascists, who we are told are not really Muslims, does a depraved act of barbarous terrorism, we see thousands of what I guess are non-true-adherents cheering and partying in the streets?

Why is it when a Muslim soldier rolls a grenade into a tent, or murders a baker's dozen (and wounds 30 more) we are offered the excuse of he did not want to fight Muslims. We are told that this is not a war against Islam. Our Government has told us that repeatedly. We are told that we are at war against terrorist organizations and regimes who want to do us harm. That these people are all followers of Islam is a tragic coincidence. In mosques around the country we are assured that Islam is not at war with the culture of the West. If this is so, then why is it always offered as a lame excuse that "he did not want to kill other Muslims"?

In previous wars Catholics did not declare they could not fight Germans or Italian Catholics and shoot up their fellow soldiers. Americans with Italian and German heritage felt no qualms about shouldering an M1 and heading for the shores of France or Italy. Yet for some reason we are supposed to accept that for a certain segment of the population it is OK to take Uncle Sam's dollar and decide later who you want ot fight. That it is acceptable to kill as many people as possible who may not agree with your decision. Somehow we have come to a position in this society where we can have post traumatic stress disorder before we even get the stress. Should we call this pre-traumatic stress disorder?

Here is what I think, there are people who put their religion first. Quakers feel strongly about the Ten Commandments and do not enter the military. Many Americans put their religion first. But it is unacceptable to put your religion first if you join the military. In today's armed forces the brave men and women who serve do so voluntarily. There is no draft. When Major Hasan took the oath to protect America from all enemies, both Foreign and Domestic, that oath did not say "unless they are Muslim".

Maybe it is time we faced facts and admitted the truth. There is no compromise between those of us who love freedom and those who believe in Shari'a Law. There is no compromise between those of us who love freedom and the teachings of goat herding pedophile from the 7th Century. Islam is at war with us, whether we like it or not. The sooner we face that unpleasant fact the better off we will be.

The Wobblies make a comback



Obama calls this guy one of his closest advisers. Do you think it is all hyperbole when some of us accuse this asshole and Obama of Marxist leanings?

Read about the phrase "Workers of the World unite" and its origins here.

November 7, 2009

Weekend Funny

The Obama Golf Czar has announced there is a possibility of MAJOR rule
changes to the game of golf, to take effect March 1, 2010, fulfilling the hopes of millions of duffers.

This is only a preview as the complete rule book is being rewritten now.
Here are a few basic changes:

Golfers with handicaps:
- below 10 will have their green fees increased by 35%.
- between 11 and 18 will see no increase in green fees.
- above 18 will get a check each time they play.

The dollar amount placed in bets will be as follows:
-for handicaps below 8, an additional $10.
-between 8 and 14, no additional amount.
-above 14, you will receive the total amount in the pot even if you do not play.
The term "gimme" will be changed to "entitlement" and will be used
as follows:
-handicaps below 8, no entitlements.
-handicaps from 8 to 14, entitlements for putter length putts.
-handicaps above 14, if your ball is on green, no need to putt, just pick it up.

These entitlements are intended to bring about fairness and, most importantly, equality in scoring.

In addition, a Player will be limited to a maximum of one birdie or six
pars in any given round. Any excess must be given to those fellow players
who have not yet scored a birdie or par. Only after all players have
received a birdie or par from the player actually making the birdie or par,
can that player begin to count his pars and birdies again.

The current USGA handicap system will be used for the above purposes,
but the term 'net score' will be available only for scoring those players with handicaps of 15 and above.

This is intended to 'redistribute' the success of winning by making
sure that in every competition the over-14 handicap players will post
only 'net score' against every other player's gross score.

These new Rules are intended to change the game of golf.
Golf must be about Fairness.
It should have nothing to do with Ability.

November 6, 2009

The truth hurts...

Today's earworm



I saw Old Henry Lee Summer more times than I can count. I can say without a doubt he is in the top two or three entertainers I have had the privilege to see. Henry had a one-hit wonder with this song. If you ever get a chance to hear his live version of Treat her Like a Lady, well,I can only offer that he makes The Cornelius Brothers sound like a bunch of hacks.

Henry has had his legal problems with drugs and alcohol lately, but in the day he was a hell of an entertainer.

As a bonus here is a performance from one of the First Farm Aid concerts:

November 4, 2009

Get over it

It occurred to me while posting a comment over at a liberal blog earlier that one of the biggest issues we face in this country is a complete ignorance of The Constitution.

Liberals (leftists)believe we should adopt a more socially-kind government. They see no reason why the Fed should not provide health care to those who need it, food to the hungry, or affordable housing. In a good and compassionate world, that would be the case. Scandinavia and much of Europe base their Government on just such a premise.

If we disregard whether that is the proper role of a Government, we still have a problem here in the US. The Founders deliberately designed a type of Government that prohibits a strong federal role. The powers of the Legislature are limited and clearly defined in Article 1, Section 8. The Founders believed the Federal Government was equal to the State Government, not superseding. To make that clear they adopted the 9th and 10th Amendments.

Some of you may not like that premise. You might believe it is the role of the Federal Government to look after the needs of the citizenry. The Founders thought of that too. There is a prescribed way to modify the Constitution to that effect.

If the people of Ohio want the State to provide universal Health Care, the State can implement it at any time. If I live in Ohio and do not want to pay for Health Care, I can move freely to any of the 49 other States. If I live in Kentucky and want free health care, I can move to Ohio, where the taxpayers agree that is their social burden and are glad to pay for it.

We may not like the way the Government is set up, but that is the way the Founders envisioned. Change The Constitution or get over it and work to get the changes you desire at the State and local level.

Yesterday is today's news

I think the Leftists in this country are in for a bit of hope and change in 2010.

Just remember I predicted this way more than a year ago.

November 3, 2009

What really happened in Copenhagen



Click to embiggen.


h/t Otter

The Boy Scouts taught me to eat well

A couple of decades ago when I was a snot-nose kid right out of college I volunteered as an Assistant Scoutmaster for a Boy Scout Troop. we were an active bunch, camping, hiking, or canoeing every month -- year round.

One Saturday in early summer we scheduled a hike to a farm in the country. The distance was about five miles or so (one way). The farmer promised us access to water. We could camp in a copse of trees and fish in his pond. We promised to clean up a family cemetery nearby in return.

We set the rules to teach the boys a bit about camping and hiking. They could go as individuals, pairs or as patrols. One patrol decided to pool together, the other two went as pairs and individuals. The Scoutmaster and I paired up to teach the boys how it should be done.

We set out early on a Saturday morning. It did not take long for the boys who were stuck carrying the two-man tents to start bitching. At the half-way halt there was much switching and repacking of the loads. Eventually we made it to the campsite, blisters, aching shoulders and all.

The boys dug into their packs and pulled out the peanut butter or bologna sandwiches packed by their Moms. Steve (the Scoutmaster) and I set about lunch with hardly a word between us. He started a fire and I pulled out my trusty coffee pot. I filled it with water and pulled out a bag of rice and a cloth bag of creole seasoning. As the water boiled I added the rice and seasoning. Steve began to slice up some smoked sausage. We each had a small aluminum skillet. It served as a cooking and eating utensil. Steve fried the sausage and then we added it to the cooked rice. I tossed in a few wild green onions we found nearby and we had an excellent lunch. By the time it was ready the boys were standing around our fire drooling. Lesson number 1 was learned.

We cleaned the cemetery and then the boys spent the late afternoon fishing. I pulled out a couple of steaks from my pack. They were frozen when we left that morning and they were nicely thawed in their foil pack and plastic Ziplock bag packaging. I threw a few potatoes under the ashes. Steve caught and skinned a catfish. He placed it in the foil from the steaks with some more of the green onions and some of the left-over seasoning. He put it on the edge of the fire as I cooked the steaks.

Most of the boys were eating Spam or beef stew from a can. A few caught fish, but had no way to cook it. Several had brought hot dogs to cook on a stick. One boy had purchased some dehydrated food from the camping store. Again the leaders set the stage for the way to eat on the trail. A pot of coffee finished the feast.

Steve and I put down some plastic and unrolled thin blankets (much lighter than a sleeping bag). We slept under the stars. Had it rained, the plastic could have been rolled into a tube tent or just pulled over the top of our bodies. No heavy tent and poles for us!

Breakfast was sliced and fried bacon, and a chopped up potato from the night before fried in bacon grease. We then scrambled a few eggs into a proper breakfast skillet. The trusty coffee pot again provided the needed caffeine. Some of the boys ate dry cereal. Some did bring instant hot chocolate to drink. Spam again was on the menu for some.

When we hiked back the boys agreed that canned goods are not only heavy, they do not taste as good as fresh meat. They learned that with just one or two cooking pots you can cook about anything. It never occurred to any of them that a coffee pot could be used as a pan.

Why am I boring you with this tale? I opened a can of beef stew for lunch. I can eat better. I just need to put in the effort.

I call that a bargin

The White House claims that 650,000 jobs were saved and created by the Stimulus Bill. Instead of calling The Obama a liar, I will accept this number at face value. The stimulus bill cost us taxpayers a whopping $787 billion -- before interest and long debt servicing costs. If my calculator works properly that equals about $1,210,000 per job created.

Not so fast says the White House. We have only spent $150 billion on job recovery. OK, if we needed these funds so badly our Representatives could not even take time to read the bill, why is the money not being spent (BTW, I told you so)? And if the money is not spent on job creation,, what are we spending it on? Anyway, again, I will take the Obamaites at their word. $1.5 billion divided by 650,000 jobs means it only cost Joe Taxpayer a measly $230,000 per job created and saved. I do not know how things are in your neck of the woods, but a $230,000 job is way above average around here.

Do you feel better knowing these same geniuses are going to make your health care cheaper? Has buyer's remorse set in yet?

Like Big Dick says, make sure you keep those Obama stickers on your car so we know whom to hold responsible.

November 2, 2009

A lesson re-learned

Boy, it sure pisses of liberals when you throw facts in their face.

That Damn Bush

We have experienced a long spate of below average temperatures the past few months. I am sure we can blame Bush.

I still have a cough from my spate of pneumonia a few weeks ago. I probably will need to go back to the doctor. I blame Bush.

One of the buyers I deal with on a regular basis is grossly incompetent. I blame Bush.

The Pacers look like they will suck again this year. I do not really care, but still, I blame Bush.

I have not had a raise in two years. I blame Bush.

I need new glasses, my eyesight is getting worse, of course it is Bush's fault.

Newt Gingrich is a tool. I blame Bush.

NASCAR has become boring, the COT is a joke. Bush must be responsible.

Peyton Manning did not throw a touchdown pass yesterday -- that damn Bush made him make those incompletions.

My car insurance is too high, all because Bush did not institute auto insurance reforms.

My Dental insurance is lousy -- fucking Bush.

My health Care insurance is good, but expensive. Why didn't Bush fix this while he was President?

My neighbor's tree died this fall. I am sure that is proof positive Bush did not care about the environment.

I blame Bush for everything in my life that is not rainbows and roses. I could work for the Obama Administration.

Today's Earworm

November 1, 2009

A Weekend Editorial

Here I am, up bright and early on a Sunday morning. It is time for my semi-annual post regarding the ridiculous requirement to change my clocks in an effort to save, or in the case of the fall, not to save daylight. Of course we do not really save daylight by moving our clocks forward and back. We only change the time of day we burn our lights. Do we want it dark when we get up or light longer in the evening?

If we used real common sense, and did not legislate on the basis of more time to play golf of a July night, we would reverse the inane practice. During the short days of winter, we will get up for work and send the kiddies to the bus stop in the dark anyway. As it is now designated, we get the added bonus of coming home in the dark, or near dark, too. If we moved our clocks ahead in the fall, at least we could see the sun in the evening as we huddle over the grill cooking hamburgers on a January night.

For most of my life we never changed the clocks here in the heart of Hoosierland. That worked just fine for me. For the next several days, when I am sleepy at 11:00 pm, and wake at 5:00 am, I am going to be a bit grumpy. Consider this fair warning.
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