sheet metal screw
(No, not the 1928 silent film Western! And not THAT old…)
After my ignominious departure from the University (I dropped out because I spent more time partying than studying. Remember Joe Cool? 1970-71), my parents (with whom I was still living) put their feet down.
I was to pay them rent. This meant upgrading my employment – both to meet my financial obligation to them, and to look for better accommodations.
My Dad knew a guy who worked for AZDES, as a job bank guy. And soon, I was interviewed and sent out for a better possible job.
At M****** S***** Nut, Bolt and Screw. A manufacturer of industrial fasteners – nuts, bolts, screws, rivets, all manner in all sizes and quantities. Not being particularly handy, I was unaware one could get such items in kegs. Or pallets of kegs. Containing thousands, weighing a lot!
Soon, I went to work commuting from the S.E. Valley to N.W. of downtown Phoenix. And, in spite of promises made I would not have to drive a clutch-operated vehicle (with my disability, it can be difficult), I was soon driving a fork lift, among my other duties!
And I got to load trucks and make local deliveries, mainly to construction companies, Valley-wide.
But, this was before political correctness. And except for a couple of secretaries in the main office, and small parts packaging, the staff and customers were entirely male. And in a blue-collar business such as this, coarse language and humor was prevalent.
ALL the company pencils had the name of the company, the address, telephone number.
And the phrase “To Us, There’s Nothing Better Than A Good S**** “
And not to be outdone, over the will-call office, wherein people came to pickup ordered merchandise, was a sign reading “We’d Like Nothing Better Than To Handle Your N**** “
Obviously, a different time. I think I was making $2.00/hour, up from $1.60 as a busboy! @ 45 hours a week.
But, all good things must come to an end.
It was closing time, and I was in a hurry to get home. My manager asked me to wait for him to load a truck for delivery – and he was taking forever. So, I took it upon myself to load the pickup truck with the fork lift, without waiting for his direction. And I put a small dent in the truck, with the clutch-operated fork lift I’d been promised I would never have to drive.
And I was subsequently fired.
No more commuting for me. At least to that part of town.
And yes, I thought I had been s******!
Some of you may recognize the post title as the theme song to the film and TV show M.A.S.H. It’s ironic.
It’s obvious from the outpouring of emotion that the recent suicide of actor/comedian Robin Williams touched many people. And caused THEM pain.
As a libertarian, I believe I’ve the right to do with my own body as I wish. You do, too. As long as it doesn’t affect other people negatively.
And there’s the rub.
I can eat more than is healthy, eat the ‘wrong’ foods, smoke or drink if I wish, watch ‘questionable’ videos, read unsavory material, and most of this doesn’t directly affect my family, friends, or former coworkers.
But, what if I choose to do something permanent…?
Why is it it appears the more artistic of us are the most tortured? Or is that a misconception based on the fact famous people get the media attention?
When I heard about Robin Williams, my first thought was he has children. And based on that fact alone, he should not have taken this path.
And then I thought of Ernest Hemingway, another artistic person with issues who ended his own life. And Vincent Van Gogh. And so many others.
If you have such issues, please get help! Know that there are people out there who care. And that the World would be lacking without you.
h/t The Actor’s Studio
When I was growing up, I wanted to join The Boy Scouts. They seemed cool, but, I was too young. There was The Cub Scouts, though! And one could evolve into a Boy Scout from there. I convinced my parents I should join.
I think I was in the Fourth Grade. I became a Bobcat, a newbie. My parents never even sprung for a full uniform, just the shirt, bandana and cap. And I had to walk about a mile to my den mother’s house on meeting days. At least I got to hang with other boys my age, and we sometimes did cool stuff.
But, soon, my den mother moved away, and no provision had been made for us to transfer to another den. By default, I left. No Boy Scouts for me!
But one of my fondest memories of The Cub Scouts was the Scout Oath. Not the solemnity or the promise. The language.
In the early 60’s, the counterculture wasn’t yet tipified by the hippie. It was the beatnik that brought societal scorn. As typified by the character Maynard G. Krebs on The Dobie Gillis Show. (the G stood for Walter, it was silent!)
When something was mainstream, whitebread, uncool, the beatnik said it was SQUARE.
And The Cub Scout Oath (of that era) was:
I, _________, promise to do my best
To do my duty to God and my country,
To be square, and
To obey the Law of the Pack.
Now, sometime after 1964, the changed the oath to read to help other people, instead of to be square.
I wonder if that was because every boy jack of us said the oath as follows:
…To be a square…
Not really comprehending what being square meant.
Being on an extremely limited disability income, I sometimes (often) find myself in a financially uncomfortable situation. Often a week or more before my stipend is due to arrive. I wish I could say it was because of extravagance, but more often than not it’s because of a math error.
Fortunately, I am sometimes assisted by my friends. I am most blessed.
And yes, today, I AM SQUARE.
I AM ALSO A SQUARE! I need one of these!
…or Queen. King?
( with apologies to R. Kipling)
Our former Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, doesn’t know that in the UK “Conservative” and “Tory” are synonyms for the same political party…
Hillary Clinton on the Special Relationship between the US and Britain:
“It is so special to me personally and I think that it is very special between our two countries. There is just not just a common language, there is a common set of values that we can fall back on. It doesn’t matter in our country whether it is a Republican or Democrat, or frankly in your country whether it is a ‘Conservative’ and ‘Tory.’ There is a level of trust and understanding. That doesn’t mean that we always agree because of course we don’t.”
SERIOUSLY? A woman whose only claim to fame was to be a dishonored Watergate prosecution attorney, married to a serial rapist, who was from Arkansas, then magically became a United States Senator from New York, then the perennial presidential candidate became the Secretary of State. And doesn’t know this?
And I’m not even mentioning Whitewater or Benghazi…
Vote for HER for president? Not on your life!
I’VE MADE IT, yesterday.
I’m not normally a superstitious person. I do sometimes say ‘knock-on-wood’ (jokingly) when wishing for a positive outcome, but really don’t believe it. I own no rabbit’s feet or lucky charms. I don’t throw spilled sodium chloride over my shoulder. I’ve not crossed my fingers since I was, well, 7 or 8.
However, I do pay attention to specific calendar anniversaries, and some events have meaning to me.
And sometimes, I’m compulsive about them.
Case-in-point: My Father passed away, after a series of smaller heart attacks in 30 days prior, from a heart attack, on August 14, 1977. He was 61 years old. His birthday was November 16th. MY birthday is November 24.
I am currently 61 years-of-age. (You do see where I’m going with this?)
We are of similar physical types, and have similar ‘issues’ – like weight ‘issues’, diabetes. Fortunately (knock-on-wood) I’ve no apparent heart problems.
Subtract 16 from 24, this leaves 8. 8 from 14 is 6.
YESTERDAY WAS AUGUST 6, AND I’M STILL ALIVE!
I don’t know why, but for the past 5 years or so, as I approached age 61, this loomed over me. My Dad’s dad lived until he was 68. My maternal grandfather until 85. This shouldn’t have been an issue, or even a blip on my radar. I’m a rational person.
But it was.
It didn’t help that I was born premature, with an unnamed twin brother, who died – I nearly did; Lost my Mother in grade school due to emphysema; had a near-fatal automobile accident (in which my daughter was lost); have had flesh-eating bacteria, diabetes and two kinds of cancer. Life and Death have cropped up more than with most with me, I think.
I’ve made it, AGAIN.
Still flipping off the Reaper! :-)
PS – If I suddenly fall off the Internet, in the next couple of days, you’ll know he was delayed in traffic.
Not even shock and surprise from me. Perhaps this…
I seem to remember posting something years ago regarding how individual political groups constantly fight for power and position. One would think that two sub-entities of the same government would play by the rules (laws) and operate on the same page.
Of course, these are the same folks who smuggled guns to Mexican cartels under the guise of ‘investigation’ only to have them used against our own Border Patrol and DEA. (and people died). And the folks who pursued conservative folks with possible tax violations as a political ploy. And those who claim Israel is an ally, to bad mouth their actions and excuse actions of their enemy. The entity who almost universally badmouths Christians, but refuses to speak against Muslim extremists.
I could go on.
But, seriously, what’s the point in so doing?
Most of you regular readers know my position on government (and others) snooping, especially when said snooping is against innocents.
I long for the day of the pre-Patriot Act (and it’s fellow legislative travelers) wherein it was illegal for the CIA to operate domestically. And the FBI was primarily a law enforcement agency.
It’s one thing for us to spy on France or even Israel, but each other?
That’s just counterproductive and wasteful.
Remember the (infamous) FBI shootout, wherein a number of agents died and the end result was the agency adopting the 10 mm? Which became the .40 S&W (because some agents couldn’t handle 10 mm). Then some specialized units of the FBI adopted the 1911, in .45 ACP?
Well, it’s time for gun/ammo roulette once again, folks!
THE FBI IS ADOPTING A 9MM SIDEARM
Because 9mm has been shown to be so effective in the street.
I see this as a combination of federal agencies employing physically smaller persons (some minorities, women) and those folks being unable to handle (or perhaps not being properly trained to handle) firearms in a major caliber.
Or, perhaps it’s just because they bought a boatload of 9mm…
h/t Maddened Fowl
Kalashnikov imports banned by executive order
My first ‘assault weapon’ (military-styled semi-automatic rifle) was an MAK 90. A Chi-com cheap export.
I’d good friends who knew I was morose about the impending Clinton Assault Weapons Ban, and knew I couldn’t even afford an SKS, so they gifted me one!
Nothing like the government telling Guffaw he cannot have something to get him riled up and make him want one!
I was never much of a rifleman, and didn’t really care about military-style stuff, but Bill Clinton pissed me off! I wasn’t much of a fan of Chi-com imports (supporting the commies, and all), but it was a gift. And it had a decent trigger and shot half-dollar-sized groups offhand @ 25 yards. First thing someone did was to add standard furniture, removing the thumbhole stock. (which I was told later may have been some kind of rule violation) And a sling and a number of very expensive (due to the impending legislation) magazines. ($5.95 30-rounders for $33.00. EACH!)
Of course, she was in the safe when it was taken. Not on my list of the most missed of the missing guns.
Here it is 20 years later and the current president (a more dangerous version of the original bastard) drafts and signs an executive order banning further importation of AK-style rifles. It’s good to be the king!
Now, of course, I want another one!
It’s the principle of the thing!
PS – Word on the ‘Net is there has been a run on AK-style rifles, history repeating itself. Perhaps the Supreme Court will address this legislation-via-edict business and stop The President from making such pronouncements (?)
State Police Now Fingerprinting Every Texan
This story by Jon Cassidy originally appeared at Watchdog.org.
HOUSTON – The Texas Department of Public Safety has quietly embarked on a project to take the fingerprints of every Texan old enough to drive over the next 12 years, and add them to a statewide criminal history database.
Not only has the department made that momentous decision on its own, it doesn’t even have clear legal authority to do so.
h/t Facebook, personalliberty.com
“Project”. What a benign word describing such activity.
Akin to the NSA “project”, listening to every telephone call, both foreign and domestic, land-line and cellular.
I believed once-upon-a-time that agents of government may have done their jobs as ordered, but at least they had taken an oath to support and defend the U.S. Constitution. Between these kind of actions, and legislators taking a similar oath and then passing blatantly unconstitutional laws, that perjuring oneself during one’s oath is simply pro-forma for government service.
Because all government is backed by some kind of force.
And all these intrusions at all levels of government need to stop.
AND, be reversed!
I’m a BIG believer in this country’s capitalist, free market system. Have a problem with XX Company’s product/service? Don’t use ‘em! If they damaged you – SUE ‘em! It’s the AMERICAN way!
Of course, this assumes (and you know what happens when you assume?) that everyone plays fair and by the rules…
Enter SWAT TEAMS, Incorporated!
No longer must the police operate in good faith and under the purvue of public records law.
(Let that sink in for a minute…)
But, but…they’re on OUR side?
h/t Downtrend.com, Free North Carolina