Moar Whittle!

Your daily depressing post

Of combat deaths in Afghanistan.  Let me boil it down for you:

Eight years of war-mongering Chimpy McHitlerBurton:  631.

Four years of peace-loving Lightworker, the Glorious Leader Obama:  1484.

Yes Virginia, experience DOES count, no matter what the Democrat press told you.

Update and Question:  My uncle seems to think that this post is over the top, "disrespectful to my fallen comrades" and needs to be deleted.  What say you?

Crash

We just had a motorcycle t-bone a car outside our house.  The motorcycle was going straight, while the car was attempting to make a left-hand turn into a busy intersection.

The car is at fault for attempting the turn, which required him to cut across three lanes of oncoming traffic and make a sharp left into his lane.  But who's a fault doesn't help the rider, who is currently on the way to the hospital.  Luckily, he was wearing full protective gear so he should make it out OK, but his bike is toast and he's got a hefty hospital bill coming up.

Folks, if you ride, and yes I ride as well, you have to ride as if everyone else on the road is trying to kill you.  All it takes is one guy not paying attention and trying to take a short cut for you to be in big trouble.  Do not assume anything.  Do not think that someone will see you.  Do not ride as if people on the road give a shit about you.  They are trying to kill you, period, that's all you need to remember. 

That's how you stay alive on a motorcycle.

Back home

and typing on a real keyboard.  Ahhh, the little joys in life.

Stogies

Ain't no decent cigar shops in Radcliff.  Dangit.

Fumble fingers

I'm blogging from my tablet right now, which means my typing is less than perfect.  Please forgive any mistakes.

Speed demon

My rental car is a Nissan Versa.  If the previous renters had not beat the hell out of it, it would be a hot little ride.

Be Still

Every now and then, when you're lost in thought....  say, while driving through a thunderstorm in the middle of South Dakota in what SHOULD be mid-day light, and your little Suzuki is straining to keep up with your wife's much larger, stronger vehicle, and you're worried about the move, and how much it costs, and the new position, and, and, and.....

You hear that voice, and it simply says "Be Still, and know that I am God."

Followed by one of my favorites - "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."

 And yes, that's the Ragin' Mrs' vehicle ahead of me.  Her beast was pulling more weight than my vehicle weighs in total and she could still outpace me any time she wanted to.  But my scoot is a rag-top, which we love here in CA.  And I get about twice the gas mileage.  There's a price to be had for that power.

Blog stuff

Updated the blogroll a bit.  Got rid of some who hadn't posted for a while, added a few that I had in my personal blog folder.  There will be more coming as I see fit.

Ragin' Dave's Quote of the Day, Outbound edition

"It’s interesting what happens when everyone begins to realize that a tyrant is on his way out. There’s a sense permission to stop pretending that everything is okay."

 !!!!

From my personal experience, the Military troops who support Obama are the same kool-aide guzzling, skin-color fixated idiots who would support him even if he was caught killing kittens while having sex with four year old boys.  You're never going to reach those folks.  But the sane people?  We're looking forward to November as the end of a huge error, and hoping we can undo the damage before it's too late.

Another day of unpacking

We're down to the slow part now, where we open up boxes, look inside and say "Well crap, where does this go?"  Add in the fact that we've gone from our own house with plenty of storage and a basement to a house with no basement, no porches, less storage and a much smaller yard.  We downsized before we left, and we'll be downsizing again before we make everything fit.

On the other hand, we have a pool.  Which rocks when the temps are in the triple digits, and all you want to do is cool off.

Oh Hell Yeah

!!!!

Wouldn't it be nice to have a President who isn't a walking fucking joke to the rest of the planet?  Let's make that happen in November, hmmmm?

Dichotomy

Mitt Romney has given away more of his personal money than Barack Obama has ever dreamed of donating; both in total, and as a percentage.

Maybe that's why the Left hates Mitt Romney so much - he's actually walking the walk when it comes to charity, while all that the Left can do is piss and moan about how they need to spend more of other people's money.

My Boss

Has a coin on their desk.  It's from a Vietnam Veteran's Association in New Jersey.  The front has a silhouette of Viet Nam.  The back has an inlaid picture of two hands clasped together.  On the edge of the coin are the words "Never Again will one generation of Veterans forsake another"

Day-um.  That's just about as strong a speech as you can put on a coin.

Why oh why

Do so many women bleach their hair blonde and keep their eyebrows a dark brown?

Folks, the thing I hate in the fairer sex is falsehood.  If you have A cups, be proud of them!  I'd rather see you have real A cups than fake D cups.  If you're a brunette, be proud!  I have loved a total of three women in my life.  One is my mother.  One is my ex-fiance.  And the third is my wife.  All of them have brown hair, and I love all of them for other reasons than their hair color.  For that matter, none of them have the same eye color or body type.

Changing your physical appearance in order to gain favor only gains the favor of superficial assholes who value physical looks over your real soul and personality.

My step-son

Is on a track to learn a hard, hard lesson in life if he keeps his current shit up. 

Crisis Averted

The Seahawks didn't hold on to Terrel Owens.  My football world is at peace again.  For now.

In honor of Neil Armstrong...

Godspeed, Mr. Armstrong.

Still unpacking

It's always harder to put something back together again, isn't it?

I met a guy today.

His name was Al.  He was in the Army Air Corps during World War Two.  He enlisted thirty days after Pearl Harbor.  He was shipped to Europe six months later.  And, as he told me:  "We didn't have any planes.  They hadn't been built yet.  So we sat around being bombed by the Germans until we finally got something we could fight back with."

Dude.  Yeah, tell me how important that DA Form is.  Sure. 

Al ended up doing four years.  After the war, he became an architect.  He pointed out a building that he had designed.  Doesn't like the war in Afghanistan, thinks we never should have gotten involved.  "Let 'em just kill each other.  That's what they do.  They've done it for centuries, why get involved?"

They were given high altitude fighter planes.  They could go up higher than anything the Germans had, so the Krauts didn't even bother going up after them.  So the wing commander told his unit to put a bomb on the plane, so that they could drop a few bombs, the Germans would think there were bombers in the air and scramble their fighters.  Al designed the bomb release latch.  Each fighter could carry one bomb.  The unit mocked up enough for twenty planes.  Al said they worked like a charm.  "They'd come on up thinking they were gonna shoot down a bomber, and we would just dive at 'em.  They were coming up slow, we were coming down fast, we'd blow them out of the air and then haul ass outta there.  We didn't want to stick around after that first hit.  We didn't dogfight.  One punch, and gone."

Al said they sent one of his latches back stateside, and the factories here put out hundreds within a week.  He was constantly amazed at how fast America could produce what was needed.  I wonder if we still have that capability now.  In fact, I know we don't.

I was glad I met Al today.