The United States Did it, Get over it

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Hollywood has done it again.  They have taken the most American of American moments and watered it down so they do not offend anyone who does not love America like you and I...you know like leftist Democrat Hollywood types.  The new movie about Neil Armstrong erases the fact that the famed astronaut planted a US flag on the moon.  Erased, as if it it never happened, The star of the flick thinks Armstrong would have planted a UN Flag, had it been an option.

spit.

Look, like it or not, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA is the only nation to go to the moon. Not once, not twice, we put men on the moon six separate times. They planted the good old Stars and Stripes in the heavy dust and rock. Those are the plain, unvarnished facts. If you cannot handle that truth then you can go suck a rotten egg.

The Ruskies did not do it. The Chinese have not done it. Nor have the French, British, Japanese, Koreans, Nigerians, Cubans, Canadians, Venezuelans, or Mexicans. No nationality you can name has managed to walk on the moon. The UN cannot even manage to keep the peace in the middle east (or anywhere actually); they sure never manned a mission to the moon.

I always welcome opposing views in the comments. Not today. If you think this omission is OK, then I will ridicule you, I will taunt you, I will show you for the ignorant Digger Leveler historically bereft moron you really are.  I have more respect for the ignoramuses who think the moon landings were fake than anyone who hates the very idea that  the US of A deserves credit for putting a human being on the moon. If you do not see a problem with erasing the US flag from the movie, I will go so far as to tell you you can go fuck yourself.

With a woo hoo and a woot

I motored down to the nearby emporium and grabbed a box of freshly-baked donuts this morning. I'm celebrating Friday in a right and proper manner. I won't bore you further with the mundane and banal description of the various types and flavors I purchased. The point is DONUTS. You eat your heart out. I will eat the donuts.

In political news Trump did something so egregious he must be pilloried. The rest of us are racists and the only reason we are not burning crosses on our lawns is a lack of kerosene. Rich white people who read stuff other people write said so on the TV.

Seriously, did you read the unhinged screed from former Secretary of Labor under Clinton, Robert Reich? He claims the Presidency of Donald Trump is so horrible, so evil, so seeped in illegitimacy that mere impeachment is not enough. Reich says the entire election must be annulled as if it never happened. All bills signed into law, all appointments, all judicial appointees, all Executive Orders must be erased from fact as if they never happened. No tax cuts, no tariffs, no booming economy, no low unemployment either, I presume. Reich says we just rewind back to January of 2017 and start over. He does not say it, but presumably with Hillary in charge. I guess we just click our heels three times and it all becomes a dream, except Uncle Henry was there, and you, and you...

Hey, remember when the Democrats were indignant, nay outraged, when the Trumpster said he wasn't sure if he could accept the outcome of an election he lost? 

It is a Friday, we are just a work day away from a long weekend. That is worth cheering.

Hold your Breath, or don't

I'm still alive.  I suspect you were worried. You probably have the 9 and a pair of 1's already entered on your smart phone, ready to push dial, to alert the authorities that a National Treasure has gone silent.  I am sure of it. Hold off. I am here, faithful denizens of the blogisphere.

I could regale you with tales of my adventures this week, if I had any.

I could offer a rant on the state of politics that would leave you in head-scratching wonder, uttering "that makes so much sense" or "I wish I had written that".

I could entertain you with jokes, anecdotes, or wry observations that make you smile in general bonhomie.

I am capable of it all.

That does not mean I am going to do it.

Back when I was eight

In a nostalgic reflection of my far distant youth I enjoyed a peanut butter fluff (marshmallow cream) sandwich on white bread for lunch. I accompanied the sandwich with a little bag of Cheetos and a diet grape soda to wash it all down.

Using the Internet as a free therapy session

Here we are bright and early on a Tuesday morning. I got up to pee at about four and was unable to fall back asleep. That means I will fight dozing this afternoon in my office chair. For now I will sip coffee, surf the interwebz, and listen to classic rock music in the background.

As I sit leaned back in my chair I notice that my second toe is black with dried blood. I stubbed that toe a month or two ago and partially ripped the nail. I have babied it since in an effort to save it. Apparently, I caught it on the sheets during the night and ripped it again.

Aside: there is some benefit to partially numb toes from diabetes

The wife just washed the sheets Sunday. I guess I'll have to throw them in the machine again today. What? That is not what you wanted read about today? You might prefer pictures?

I am ready for the long weekend. I need a vacation desperately. Too bad the spare change jar is empty. I would like to go to someplace tropical. Or subtropical. Or anyplace not here. Sigh. I think it is withdrawal symptoms. I spent 25 years on the road. Now, I travel about one day a month on average with occasional trips to the home office. From a high of 70 plus nights a year spent in hotel rooms with 100 plus flights a year and 40-50,000 miles driven, I have spent 8 or 9 nights in a hotel this year. Most of those nights were spent in a two week period.

Travelling was often a pain and I complained about it often. Just read my archives. It is my nature to complain. But I miss the highways, the "getting there".  I don't necessarily miss the long hours in airports or 12 hour drives, but I miss the road. If you have never travelled as your job, it probably makes no sense.

Business travel is not vacation travel. I spent my time in the industrial side of town in Hampton Inns.  Factories and customers are not usually by the beach.  I ate Arby's and Taco Bell for lunch. Dinner was small restaurants, BBQ joints, or chicken wings. Dining alone was the loneliest part of the road warrior life. I like being home with my wife every night, but I do miss the road.

I really miss the hotel and airline points that allowed us to take some fantastic vacations.

The sound of silence

The abolish ICE wing of the Democrat Party are strangely silent this weekend.  A sick, 95 year-old man was lifted from his deathbed and torn away from his family and deported. He had lived here in the US for decades. He had been a hard worker, a productive member of society and immigration officials chose to deport him anyway.

Sure, the man was a despicable Nazi  - real one, not one of the imaginary ones the left sees in every Republican office seeker, so most of us say good riddance and so long with nary a tear in our eye.

I guess the silence of the get-rid-of-ICE- types indicates they really do see a need for immigration control, as long as it is selective immigration control? Of course these creeps lamented the arrest and deportation of an illegal who was "taking his wife to the hospital", ignoring the fact that he was wanted for MURDER, while leading Democrats are far more concerned about the "horrible" separation of families at the border* than the brutal killing of an American citizen by an illegal immigrant, so I guess it is safe to say I will never understand their logic.


* a policy that has been in place since the Clinton administration.

Anchor Weighed

Excuse me if I don't join in the chorus and eulogize John McCain.

He served in the Navy and suffered greatly at the hands of the filthy commies while he was incarcerated at the Hanoi Hilton.

He was elected Senator.

There. My Momma told me repeatedly that if I can't say something nice...

Adventures in Idiocy

A race car driver has lost one of his major sponsors because his father uttered the forbidden word. You know, the one that starts with the letter that falls between "M" and "O" in the alphabet. Mind you, the driver didn't say "IT", his father did. Oh, and he said it more than 30 years ago in an interview right after he emigrated from Ireland. The sons are now punished for the father's sins.

This all happened because the now former long-time Indianapolis Colts play-by-play announcer Bob Lamey repeated the story of Derrick Daly uttering the most forbidden of words on the air back in the early eighties. Lamey was stupid enough to use the word in his telling of the story. He got a Trumpian "you're fired" (well he was allowed to resign/retire). Daly lost his job at a local TV station for having the temerity to say something 34 or 35 years ago. Connor Daly, his son, lost his race car sponsorship because his father once said something racist and inappropriate before he was even born. 

This sordid tale has dominated local news for a week. Even if it had not, one should know that no white-ass cracker can say the word that starts with the letter that falls between M and O in the alphabet. Ever. That is why it is so baffling to learn a local high school principal stood before his students yesterday and recited a list of stuff they should never say. One of the words he said was THAT word. You know, the one starts with the letter that falls between M and O in the alphabet. He really is that stupid. Really

The tin-foil hat wearer in me wonders if the principal had another motive. You see, the school he administers is a private Catholic School. This school recently fired a counselor for being married to a woman. Oh, to be clear it is a lesbian relationship. The Archdiocese said "You're Fired". Protest abounded. Perhaps the Bishop told the principal to do something to get rid of the protesters. Get that whole anti-LGBTQ story off the news cycle. 

Mission accomplished. 

Yawn

It is Friday at last. Too bad it is not payday too. The weather pattern is more like late September's usual offering: warm days and cool nights with low humidity. It was in the fifties when I got up.

My Keurig seems to be on the fritz. I pulled out the old trusty percolator. It makes good coffee, but is not nearly as convenient. 

The granddaughter just arrived. She wants Pilsbury orange rolls for breakfast. I can do that. It means I will have to cut this riveting rambling epistle short. 

You are welcome.

Perhaps the muse will inspire meaningful content later. Check back often.

You say Tomato, I say Tomahto

So what is the difference between a baker refusing to create a gay wedding cake and a bank or insurance company that refuses to cover or loan money to perfectly qualified companies (or people) that are involved in the firearms industry?

A racist joke

Two rednecks were sitting around the still discussing life. Billy Joe says " I bought a new pig"

Your barn burned down, where you gonna put it?" asked Jim Bob.

"I'm gonna put him in my house"

"You only have a one-room shack", replied Jim Bob. "What about the smell?".

He'll get used to it" said Billy Joe

* it is OK, it is about white people

The end is nigh

President Pence. Practice it, because according to the talking heads, the Trumpster is already packing his bags in preparation to boarding the impeachment train. Why? Because someone who used to work for him committed crimes before he worked for Trump: crimes that had nothing to do with the Russia, Russia, Russia meme the Jan Brady media-types are always crying about. But for some, the whole collusion narrative is now "fact" due to this conviction, despite real facts like "collusion" is not a crime. It is not even a misdemeanor.

The Clinton campaign actually did work with Russian agents to effect the election, but that has nothing to do with overturning the last election, so how about we just pay no attention to that particular man behind the curtain? Oh, and that wasn't a crime either. It is just dirty politics. Except the part where the Democrats used that dirty info to sic the Justice Department on the Trump campaign. Yeah, someone needs to go to jail over that.

My wife is imbued with a wealth of common sense and pays little attention to politics. After watching the Michael Cohen story last night she merely hurumpfed (figuratively). "Of course Trump screwed that hooker", she opined. "But it was long before he was President. What does it have to do with anything? If we got rid of every scumbag that runs for office, we wouldn't have anybody left". Actual quote.

Before you start crying that violating campaign finance law is a big deal and should lead to impeachment, you might want to explain your silence on President Obama's violations. If the Trump campaign broke campaign finance law, pay the fine and move on.

As always, your rebuttal is welcome.

and...

Ex-Presidents should not be included in the "Daily Briefing" either.  Their term is up. They should move on to writing books, building houses, whatever.

"But Joe", you say, "Sometimes Ex-Presidents meet with foreign leaders.  Obama met with Merkle just recently".

Why?  Obama has no input into US policy: none, nada, zip. His opinion has no more relevance than mine or yours. Carter shouldn't be off trying to negotiate with the NOKs, and we don't need a Bush kowtowing with the Saudis. Part of the problem is the leaders of the EU go whining to Obama when they don't get their way.  Too bad. The Trumpster is large and in-charge. Obama served his Constitutionally mandated two term limit. GW did too. There is no reason to give briefings to Clinton, Bush I, or Carter.  They have been out of office more than two decades.  They have nothing to offer on any current top secret topic. They should not be getting a daily briefing.

Besides, if something does come up, the President is responsible for National Security.  He can fill them in on any relevant topic, should he need their advise.

It is time we start cleaning up the swamp.  No longer keeping old ousted retired and fired employees in the loop so they can lobby, do the TV circuit, and collect per diems from the teats of the Federal Government is a good place to begin.

Head scratchin'

Every time I have left an employer and moved on I have had to give up my access to company emails, systems, and internal communications. I thought nothing of it.

Why the uproar when Trump strips the security clearance from someone who is no longer in government employment? It should be routine and automatic to take away clearance after one leaves government employ. If you do not work at the CIA, why should you have access to Top Secret-type information? You no longer have the "need to know". Only people who labor in a government job expect sinecure after leaving.

If you re-enter Government Service, you can have your Security Clearance re-activated.  As a TV talking head you do not need a security clearance.  Likewise, if you are an ex-Navy Seal, you do not need a security clearance either. You can save your political grandstanding.

How not to treat a customer

My oldest son, my wife, and I visited my parents yesterday. On the way home we stopped a the grocery to grab some stuff for dinner. While we were inside, my son stepped out of the car to have a cigarette (I know, but he will soon be thirty). When we came out he asked my wife if she had any change so he could get a Coke from the machine in front of the store.

As he was feeding the coins a store employee confronted him. She told him she was sick of the homeless beggars accosting people in the parking lot and he needed to leave -- now. When he proceeded to buy his pop, she threatened to call the police. He explained he was here with customers. He told her he got change from his mother. The employee harangued him until he walked away.

He was more than pissed. I told him to shrug it off, people are jerks in general and that she saw him climb into the car with us.

He was still angry thirty minutes later. At that point I wished I had gone into the store and had a word with the manager about jumping to conclusions and customer service.

We did the next best thing. We called the store when we got home. I then told my mom. She shops at that grocery on a regular basis and knows the owner. Of course the weasely woman denied the whole thing. She said she asked him politely if he had been looking into cars and panhandling. She said the store had a complaint earlier in the day and wanted to make sure it wasn't the same guy. According to her, she apologized when my son pointed out he was with customers and got change from his mother.

Sure.

I can see why she jumped to the wrong conclusion. But she should have waited to see if he accosted others. More importantly, she should have listened to his explanation. Calling customers homeless beggars and threatening to call the police is not the way to grow one's business.

Break on through

Saturday.

Morning.

Coffee hot, but the mug is almost empty. I will have to step away at some point in this...report...entry...dialogue...for a refill.

I did not post yesterday. I could regale you with my activities.

It was mostly a boring Friday. Work.

I will tell you about one interesting thing that I encountered, though...

Sorry. I went downstairs to get some more coffee. I had a little powdered sugar donut while I was there. OK, I had two, but no more, I swear.

What were we talking about before I went downstairs?

Yeah, on second thought, I don't want to discuss that now.

Zippity Doo Dah

I am in a fine mood today. I had me some Chic-fil-A for lunch, including their awesome peach milkshake. Yes, I know I am not supposed to have milkshakes, but I did.

The main reason I'm in a good mood is my oldest boy will be home tonight. He is motoring this way from Colorado. We have only seen him once since he moved away a year ago. He was home for less than 24 hours to attend the funeral for our grandson (his nephew) on December first. He is not here long this time, either. Part of the time he will be at a wedding (he is playing as part of the ceremony). He has to be back at work on Tuesday. That means he will have to leave Sunday evening. Still, I will be very glad to see him.

So go ahead, rat me out for the milkshake. Ruin my good day. I bet you swipe Milk-bones from puppies. You probably are mean to cats. You make faces at little babies and reach over the shoulder and steal hot dogs right out of the bun from toddlers at the beach. I bet you smash Twinkies on the shelf at the grocery. You probably think the Grinch was a ruined soul by the end of the cartoon. You hate flowers. You root against the Cubs. You probably think Hillary is to be admired. You believe in the fairy tale that is Democrat Socialism. You don't find the Three Stooges funny. You probably drive a Prius and think plastic straws are the bane of an over-commercialized society. You find Esther Williams movies tedious and do not see what is so great about a John Wayne flick. You probably do not care for the music of Elvis and find the art of Jackson Pollock "intriguing".  That is just who you are: a little sniveling rat fink, out to deny me one small pleasure on a gloomy rainy afternoon.

Don't be that guy or gal.

Makes me want to find a pillow and some roofing supplies

The courts were designed to offer blind justice and when we see the rich or the political class get special treatment it reminds me of just why those groups got free haircuts from Madam Guillotine back during the Frog Revolution.

An Indianapolis City Councilman, Jeff Miller (R), was charged with child molestation. Somehow, he got a sweetheart deal to plead guilty to child battery. He got four years of probation. No registering on the sex offender list. The prosecutor and judge that agreed to this should be tarred and feathered.

The prisons and jails are filled with child molestors who would have leapt at this deal. they are normal trash and criminals.

Somehow, the guy who beat the scum to death that followed his teen daughter into the bathroom probably will end up with harsher sentence than Miller got.

Personally, because they enjoy public trust, I think politicos and cops should receive harsher sentencing.  We don't need hate crime legislation. We need "punish the politicians and cops who can't follow the law" legislation.

I can never come up with a title

I can never come up with a title. The post itself is hard enough these days. A creative, eye-catching title is almost impossible.

Once upon a time, writing the old blog was easy as apple pie. OK, making a quality apple pie is not easy. That analogy is lame, if common. How about as easy as making a Salisbury steak TV dinner? Still too much work? Perhaps as easy as your sister. Ba boomp. Look, a decade ago I could crank out a couple of hundred words in no time flat. Trust me.

Go ahead, read the long history over there on the right. See: lots of words. They may not all have been quality efforts, but there is significant quantity. Not all of the entries are garbage either.

Wait, I think I pulled somethin' patting myself on the back.

Where was I? Oh yeah, whining about writing a post.  Never mind.  The post is done. You read it just now.

Next up, staring at the blinking cursor for 13 minutes while I try in vain to come up with an attention-grabbing title.

Frankie says Relax

I woke up early again this morning...blah, blah...

While reading various news sites I ran across an article that claims Twitter is in a rage (surprise!) because singer Sam Smith had the temerity to say he doesn't like Michael Jackson music. Gasp! I'm sure he will be deemed a racist  before the "scandal" blows over for the next outrage.

What happened to diversity? Is one not allowed to have likes and dislikes anymore? Guess what Internet? I am not a big fan of Michael Jackson music either. And I'm just talking the music, I'm not even getting into the creep show that was Jackson's life in his last years.

There I said it.

Of course since I'm just a nobody with a little blog read by nine people and a cat, I will avoid the Internet of outrage. For his sake, I hope Mr. Smith doesn't accidentally let it be known that he likes his steak cooked medium well or that he does, indeed, prefer tightly whites to boxers. The outrage machine will melt servers spewing livid hate. Heaven help him if he ever muttered that on occasion Aretha Franklin was over the top or that her acting was subpar in The Blues Brothers.

Relax Internet, everything will be OK. we do not have to agree. Sure, if everyone accepted my guidance and that I represent truth and beauty and righteousness in all things we would be better off as humans. But the world would sure be a boring place.