The lovely Tamara had a recent post regarding personal vehicles, with political stickers there-a-fixed. The consensus among correct-thinking-folks is to maintain a low profile. No longer is a pro-gun, gun rights or even a libertarian rear plaque or bumper sticker deemed appropriate.
At the very least it’s considered non-tacticool. Don’t want to alert potential auto-burglars of the Glock possibly stuffed under the seat in our absence! (One of the Bob’s had one stolen outside a coffee shop in broad daylight!)
In my callow youth, I owned a number of nondescript cars, mostly with libertarian bumper stickers attached. Never had a problem. One did read ‘Question Authority‘. Never had a problem during traffic stops for not current registration.
But, as the 90s appeared, and political clouds foretold of personal liberties being trashed (the Clinton Assault Weapon Ban, for example), I opted to be less visible. Not concerned with the bad guys (criminals) as much as the bad guys (government). And I attached fewer stickers.
After the accident, I acquired my dream vehicle – a 1989 Isuzu Trooper. Molly and I had been looking at them, as the ‘gee, perhaps one day’ car to take us to the desert to shoot. She never got to see her, but she paid for her.
She was christened Molly’s Trolley with a dash placard. And once my time payment Life Membership to the NRA was paid off, I affixed an appropriate sticker on the driver’s wing window. Remember those – wing windows?
But no other defilement was allowed. Low profile, in a silver 4×4 with a cammie spare tire cover. Yeah right. And many trips were made to the desert, and to friends in New River. And other places.
My youthful dreams of joking magnetic door signs reading ‘ANFO Distributing‘ never happened. And I never even considered the ubiquitous gun show sale bumper sticker, ‘Vote From The Rooftops‘.
I did see (once, during the Nixon years) a sticker on another car reading, ‘Where is Lee Harvey Oswald When You Need Him?‘
I don’t think that would fly, today. No one remembers who he was.
h/t Siddhartha, Tam
Being disabled, not a man of means and spending much of my day on the Internet sometimes gets me to whining. The state of the Nation, our rights being systematically eroded, yatta, yatta. And me with my own petty health issues – which I won’t detail here.
But here’s a kid who has his whole life ahead of him. And his dad will shave off his ubiquitous (since high school) mustache to raise $500. $500 for his son’s care.
$500! Are you kidding me?
I can’t afford to contribute, but you can do so here or at MSgtB’s site above. Let’s see if we can make it $5000!
h/t A Girl, MSgtB
When suddenly, I start getting error messages on Outlook. To wit:
A script on this page may be busy, or it may have stopped responding. You can stop the script now, or you can continue to see if the script will complete.
Whatever the HELL THAT means! (I am not a geek – I only play one in the blogosphere!)
So, I do the standard remedial stuff…reboot…run malware software, run security protection software, update malware software and re-run the LONG version (4 hours+)!
Nothing, nada, bupkis, the big goose egg…no viruses or malware found. Still getting error messages every few minutes on Firefox. Look for solutions on the Internet. Nope.
SO, I do as I said I would never do. Crawl back to Internet Explorer 9. And upgrade it to 10. And start using that.
I miss Firefox.
And IE10 is not without it’s bugs. *double-sigh*
This Just In - After failing to properly ‘repair’ FF, and being sick of IE 9/10 silliness after a few days, I downloaded CHROME. I’m not a big fan of Google, but it seems to be working flawlessly and without a hiccup. Thanks for all your suggestions! - Guffaw
So, my roomie and I frequent a local restaurant. Actually, it’s a sports bar and grill. We started going there a few months back, whilst exploring local businesses to support.
You all know I’m not a sports guy, but they have pretty delicious food (pulled-pork sliders topped with onion strings!, and teriyaki wings, and fish & chips-roomie’s fav. YUM!) and a good selection of beer, including many regional microbrews.
And all was right with the world. Until they stopped stocking our fav brew (the brewery raised their price) and consistently ignored State smoking regulations. They have a patio, right outside the front door, intended for folks to enjoy the weather. It is NOT a smoking area, but folks treat it as such. And, whenever someone goes in or out, smoke comes in. Now, smoking is legal, and I’m not particularly fond of the smell, but my roomie is asthmatic, and the slightest whiff can set her off. We’ve complained numerous times to the fine wait staff, but the AZ legal distance to door is not consistently enforced. And my roomie coughs up a lung and grabs for her inhaler.
I finally had enough (and perhaps one-too-many beverages) and got snarky with a waitress, then we left. And I followed up with a more sobering email to the manager. Hell, I said I’d buy the signage at the nearby Ace Hardware, if necessary! We’ll see what happens.
SO, today I received a text from my pharmacy one of my meds was ready for pickup. A great system ,except I pay for texts and I already picked up this med four days ago! I called the pharmacy to advise them to remove the auto-message from their system, and was told they are unable to do that. Huh?
I’m beginning to sound like an old person. “Back in MY day, they used to pay attention to the law, and detail, and customer service, and took care of the customer!”
B&G update – I received an email response stating they apologize, and will make certain signage is more visible remind everyone of the State regulations. Unsigned email. Oh, well, it’s better than a poke in the eye with a frozen washcloth. We’ll see…
A quick perusal of about 105 blogs (and news and opinion sites – most mornings) doesn’t bode well the answer to this question.
People who support individual, Constitutional liberties over collectivist ‘it’s for the
children people sea birds, snail darters et al’ rubbish are scrambling for this very answer.
It’s obvious the Grand Old Party has no backbone, and hasn’t had for some time. Nor does their platform have anything to do with preserving American Freedoms. It’s our government control versus their government control.
Democrats Progressives have been completely assimilated by the progressive movement, in the forever-forward effort to ‘fundamentally change’ the nature of this Nation. Brick by bloody brick. Away from its founding documents and principles.
The Libertarians! (you answer.) While they did best this year of any election year, ever, they are still a drop in the bucket. And, as libertarians, they philosophically don’t lust for power and control. It’s against their nature. And the Demopublicans are reluctant to give up any of their monopoly.
The Tea Party(s)? And there’s is a two-fold problem. 1) There are many of them, some with differing views, and 2) The Left has successfully painted them as racists, even though there is scant evidence of that – largely promoted by the (largely Left) media.
Want proof of anti-Constitutional furor? It’s all over the media…
Haven’t 95% of all elected federal officials already done that, beginning with denying their Oaths of Office to said Constitution?
And bloggers and commenters abound on the Internet, blustering about how they’ll stand behind every blade of grass with a rifle, and the Three-Percenters will, and the Oath Keepers will refuse to take disarmament action against United States citizens…
All while the TSA, and the FBI and the NSA and a myriad-of-alphabet-soup-other-agencies quietly and consistent erode all of our civil liberties, with the tacit approval of Congress and multiple Presidents!
SO…where DO we go?
It’s for the children, you know…
THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated. - Thomas Paine (1776)
So (I told myself) “I’ll get all these different tasks accomplished in my roommate’s absence.”
Fat chance. (Why are a fat chance and a slim chance the same? – George Carlin)
To be fair, I did go to two grocery stores this morning, in preparation for the Christmas feast. But I thought I’d be able to rearrange my bookshelves to accommodate more books, and clear the remaining boxes from my room after emptying their contents into precise spaces in the closet.
I did get some of the bookcase rearranged, but, between the bending, kneeling and having to wear ‘Ed’ (the really big shoe) to keep my pain level at a minimum, work took it’s toll. (Note-to-self: realize that self-made projects expand to fill the time allotted, plus 25%.) My back, knees and hands are now killing me.
But, I DID make a dent. Progress, not perfection.
PS – I wrote this the next day. It’s been three days more, still having ‘issues’. Guess I’m officially old and out-of-shape!
He was me. (That was I?)
Of course, I told myself I had excuses – I was still unpacking from the move; I moved because I lost my home (an emotional/distracting time to be sure) and didn’t have a functioning printer to update my address information with DPS. (They’re still in the Dark Ages – one cannot update information on-line. Print out a form, fill it out and send it in.)
My roommate recently loaned me a printer because I’m more apt to print stuff than she. I was getting it set up and remembered I needed to inform DPS. I pulled out my trusty permit and WHOOPS!
Thank the good folks in the Arizona Legislature who passed Constitutional Carry a couple years back. It’s a little different from having a permit, and if I ever have enough spare funds to actually buy a gun, I’ll have to go through the ‘dreaded’ NICS (Brady) check system. The permit acted as a check, previously.
Of course, there’s no way I can afford to purchase any firearm, so I’m safe.
PS – I called AZ DPS CCW Unit yesterday morning and it turns out while the permit is currently invalid, renewal may be accomplished within 60 days! Just print out the form, fill it out, send it in with a $43.00 money order and you’re golden for another five years!
Geez, in five years I’ll be 65 ! I’ll probably forget then, too!
The point is, IF you are a licensed or permitted person, check to make certain your documents are in order (e.g. current) and in your possession as needed. It wouldn’t do to have a defensive confrontation and reach for one’s permit to show the PD and not have it, or have it previously expired.
End of this week is the Crossroads of the West Gun Show, here in Phoenix. This is the BIG show, with 7-8 buildings (exhibit buildings in the State Fairgrounds), separated by a large
parking area tarp-covered outside display area the size of another two buildings. Something like 1500 tables. And the Small Arms Review exhibit, as well. Traditionally, I’ve been attending this every year, but the past few years I’ve not been as fortunate.
In December 2008, while attending this very show, I began having breathing difficulties. We didn’t stay very long, nor see all the exhibits. The end result was end-of-January 2009, I was hospitalized and diagnosed with lymphoma. Six months of chemotherapy followed that. Today (thankfully) I’m lymphoma free.
I tried to attend last year’s show, but other health issues occurred. So, I didn’t get to see very much. Those issues have in part been resolved (now wearing ‘ED’, the really big shoe (built-up) – and can walk better).
But this year there’s another issue. On my small income, I really don’t have the means to drive across town, and pay parking and admission. Certainly not enough to buy anything. That’s not what I’m requesting.
If someone could cover parking and admission for two, it would mean a lot! That’s about $32.00, last I checked.
Update – I’ve been informed I’ll have the needed funds, tomorrow! Thank you kind benefactor! gfa
I used to be ‘on’ Facebook a lot more. I located a number of long-lost friends there, and even connected with high school reunion (and junior high!) folks there.
But, as I became more of a blogger, my time there has been limited. I usually stop by daily, just to check-in though.
While there is occasionally conflict or a difference of opinion in the blogosphere, my experience in FB has not been the same. You see, persons of more diverse opinions tend to make theirs known on Facebook. I’ve no problem with people not being on the same page. That’s one of the things that makes life interesting. I’ve posted about such friends (Ralph). Life would be incredibly boring if we were all in lock-step.
My objection is people who aren’t even on the same planet or in the same universe. These folks concern me.
As an example, I’ve known a guy for about 20 years. We worked together @ TMCCC. We had some similar interests. I liked going all out for Halloween, so did he (for example). But, we never really got political. And he moved to Australia. And back here. And he visited me in the hospital after the accident – a good guy. We’ve reconnected on Facebook, and he’s made noises about getting together for a drink, or lunch, or something. A laudable idea. But…
He obviously not only has no idea where I stand (he doesn’t read this blog); he (re)posts stuff on FB, without any knowledge of the subject, or researching it to see if it makes any sense. One (of many) examples:
This adjacent to a bunch of comments from like-minded folk also piling on, and not understanding either The Constitution or the subject matter. Complete with ‘you don’t need a machine gun to deer hunt’ comments!
How can I possibly make nice with this guy?
I have friends who are liberal. I have friends who are independent. And we’ve had healthy, sometimes heated discussions. I’m just not certain I can do so with this guy. And that ticks me off, as he’s a friend.
Guffaw’s got the blues…
I try not to let the state of
the World the Nation my life get to me. I try not to be self-centered. I do realize that there’s very little I can do regarding the state of either the World or the Nation. I’ve let my opinions be known, and I voted. I’ve spoken out on this blog. In many places on the globe these things are not allowed, and subject to sever penalties.
But, I can do something about my attitude! I’m approaching a landmark anniversary in my life (if you reckon in Base 10); I’ve no partner to share it with; no money – on disability (which is both a description of lack of funds and physical ability).
I’ve a number of chronic conditions, and seem to acquire more every day. I owe medical bills.
I drive a 13 year old car, when I can afford gasoline.
And last Summer, because my disability income is 60% lower than my previous meager income, I lost my home. (“We lived in a hallway!” “We dreamed of living in a hallway-we lived in a cardboard box!” – Monty Python) Fortunately, a good friend offered me a place to stay.
Two weeks ago, my sister had a minor stroke. (If there is such a thing). She’s back to work, and coping, but it does get one’s attention.
But all is not lost.
Re: this upcoming calendar mark – My new neighbor and EX-wife (and friend) contacted me, and asked if she could put a little celebration together in my honor!
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, “If you have friends, you have everything!” You know, like the end of that Christmas movie…
Time to remove my head from it’s regular inverted resting place and get moving.
Thanks for listening.