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Self – Aggrandizing S.O.B.!

Self –  Aggrandizing S.O.B.!

Uh, that would be me…

If one were to mouse their way to the upper left corner of this blog (or any other WordPress blog) next to the capital W within the circle where the blog name is located (and my tiny photo), and mouse-over the blog name, one would find a short pull-down menu.  Upon which the felicitous phrase Random Post is to be found.

Clicking on said phrase bring you just that.  A random previous posting from my blog.  A great way to get to know my blog, that about which I write (or steal 🙂 ) and such.

I only mention this because, while I am a geek of sorts, I really just play one on the Internet, and just found this out!  After I’ve been blogging almost two years, and using WordPress for almost one!

(Warning – there is a lot of tripe amidst the flotsam and jetsam therein, including mixed metaphors.)

Compulsive? Me? Naw…

(written a couple days before Christmas…)

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.

Fat chance.

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.

More tomorrow.

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!

Love/Hate Cops

I have a love/hate relationship with cops.

On the one hand, I hate extremely dislike the ever-encroaching laws permitting law enforcement to run roughshod over our rights.  I’m not speaking of doing a Terry frisk (for weapons) and finding a baggie and making an arrest (although that does bug me), I’m speaking of those things many of us have written about:  NSA wiretapping, Internet monitoring, no-knock warrants, warrantless GPS, cameras everywhere, checkpoints etc.

On the other hand, I still contend that while most local police do their job – and some use it for abuse, others go above and beyond.

Paying it forward

Hayden Carlo of Wylie was pulled over recently for an expired registration

Asked why he hadn’t renewed, the married father of two told the officer that he had no excuse, other than times have been tough.

“It was either feed my kids or get this registration done,” he told Channel 11.

The officer wrote him a citation and tucked a little something extra into the envelope: a $100 bill. The gift brought Carlo to tears.

I’ll call this a late Birthday gift for me.

We, as humans, have amazing compassion. Helping our fellow man doesn’t require the force of the state to make us do what is required or what is right.

God bless this officer.

Speaking as someone who lived on the edge of poverty for years, and was ticketed many times for Not Current Registration, I can relate.  Part of my problem was (and is) I just hate giving the government money!  But I just know this officer is a good person.  Perhaps, it was the Christmas spirit?

h/t Tango, Robb Allen

Big Brother is Watching You DRIVE!

Instapundit brought us this little noticed gem (after the NDAA passed the Senate – quietly)…

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU DRIVE: Feds Requiring ‘Black Boxes’ in All Motor Vehicles.

If you don’t like the idea, you can submit comments here.

Coupled with Progressive Insurance’s Snapshot, both the private and public sector can now monitor your driving!

Don’t you feel safer, now?

h/t Glenn Reynolds

Mewling Hypocrisy

Sean Linnane shares with us the mewling hypocrisy of a certain United States Senator…

“I know the sense of helplessness that people feel. I know the urge to arm yourself because that’s what I did. I was trained in firearms. I walked to the hospital when my husband was sick. I carried a concealed weapon and I made the determination if somebody was going to try and take me out, I was going to take them with me.”– Senator Diane Feinstein

On April 27, 1995, Sen. Dianne Feinstein (D-CA) spoke at the US Senate hearing on terrorism shortly after the Oklahoma City bombing.
During the hearing, she referenced her concealed carry permit and how she carried a gun with her in the 1970’s, citing the urge to arm yourself for protection- in her case from threats.

Mewling Hypocrite!

h/t Stormbringer

But Brutus is an honorable man…

Having studied American History for some time, with certain foci (The American Revolution, progressivism, political intrigue and assassination, Constitutional government, libertarianism) something has been bothering me.

Like most civilizations, historically, we have (had) a code and at least made an effort to abide by it.  A man’s word is his bond.  A handshake means something, as does a signature.  Being a gentlemen means holding to certain standards of behavior and deportment.  Honor.

But, it appears all this is now a facade; it has all fallen away.  Especially regarding men of influence and power.  Lying, cheating, stealing, having an alternate code of whatever it takes to accomplish ‘x’, rules the day.

I remember my College Course ‘Introduction to Western Civilization’ wherein Dr. Smith taught us that The Roman Empire didn’t fall because of barbarian attack.  It fell because of a decline in morals – in short, a loss of honorable men.

I’ve been following the articles on Manly Honor, as posted in The Art of Manliness website.  I suggest we need to return to the evolution of the Code in the Twentieth Century – Personal Integrity.

As author Brett states in Manly Honor VII…

But today in this final post I want to strip away many of those layers and try to get back down to the heart of manly honor – the basics of why it’s worth preserving and how we can, and must, revive elements of it in this anti-honor-honor world.

You should go and read, not only this chapter, but the previous six.  Both men and women.  We can restore civility, integrity and a code of behavior as it once was, if we agree to take a code upon ourselves to behave and act accordingly.  And by doing so, perhaps we can reverse this trend wherein people protest by destroying and stealing property, and songs are written about killing civil authority and defiling women.  By being an example for our youth.  By doing what’s right for the American Culture and our own worth.

Charles Durning R.I.P.

This just in…

Charles Durning Passes Away At 89 image

Charles Durning, who worked in Hollywood for nearly six full decades working on over 200 titles, has passed away at the age of 89. The character actor’s death was confirmed by his daughter, having died last night in his Manhattan home. As prolific as they come, Durning split his career between the stage, the small screen and big screen. He earned acclaim for his take on Big Daddy in an early 90s staging of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, had recurring roles on series like Everybody Loves Raymond, Evening Shade and Rescue Me, and starred in classic movies like Tootsie and The Sting.

Charles Durning was a U. S. Army Ranger at Normandy earning a Silver Star and awarded the Purple Heart.

I especially loved him as the PI in De Palma’s Sisters, and the Governor in Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.

h/t Cinema, Real Hollywood Heroes

Holiday Funnies – Because we need them!


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Land mines in the psyche

First of all, my apologies in advance of you reading this post.  I’ve a tendency to get a little maudlin this time of year.  Missing friends; family…

My roommate (and place-to-live benefactor) and I are very close.  We’re good friends – truth be told, we used to date.  So we know much about each other including backstory, family history, skeletons.  Stuff from our past(s).

And we were fortunate enough to visit the last gun show together.  A couple of blog friends were kind enough to give me the financial means. (Thanks, again, we couldn’t have done it without you!)

But there are land mines in the psyche.  Stuff I’ve forgotten about and don’t expect.  Buried deep.  You see, I used to take my daughter to the gun shows.  We used to visit antique malls, as well, and sometimes little antique-y things are displayed at gun shows.  There were a few at this one.

When my daughter was small, and she’d see a cameo, she’d remark, “There’s that lady, again.”  Hearing that always brought a smile to my face.

And, of course, I shared her expression long ago with my roommate.  Part of the tales from the past people getting to know one-another pass along.  And I always hear Molly’s voice in my head when I see that kind of jewelry.

So, here we are at the gun show, taking it all in, and up comes an antique jewelry display.  Not exactly why I visit guns shows.  So, I’m getting ready to gloss over it, when my roommate says softly, reverently,

There’s that lady, again.

And I cried.cameo

Christmas Pet-Sitting

Roomie left yesterday for a couple days in Tucson, visiting her adult daughter, and her ex, David, who is recovering from sinus tumor surgery!  (last Monday)  His prognosis appears excellent!

The plan is to do some housecleaning and prep for Christmas – she’s returning Tuesday afternoon.  I’m tired, already!  And, of course, dog and cat sitting.  They had me surrounded on the couch last night.

Fortunately, all the animals and I get along, and I expect no issues.

Here are a couple shots of said livestock:

DJ and Dylan (facing away) whi is 18 1/2 years old!

DJ and Crosby (looking down) who is 18 1/2 years old!

Dylan, giving us 'that look'.

Dylan, giving us ‘that look’.

Gracie, aka the feline of interest (trying to kill me!)

Gracie. She’s watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua intently.

"Round up the usual suspects."

In Loving Memory…