(re: ‘offensive’ sports team names…)
Just call them the Redskin Potatoes. That way nobody gets hurt.
And no one gets to amputate the dictionary.
Light pink/tan people remain white.
By now you’ve likely seen the suggestion to drop Washington
from the name, because it’s too embarrassing too.
Hypocrisy though is no longer racist, according to The National Council for La Raza, speaking for the United Negro College Fund, according to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, at a meeting of the Black Congressional Caucus. It remains improper to call mulattos mulatto.
This is cultural Marxism, an effort to control thought and language, by applying opprobrium, cultural taboos and using social constructs designed to pit classes against each other in a power struggle. It leads up to use of force justified by new law, to exercise political control over a population. It’s a very effective political technique and tearing at the fabric of America.
(from Page Nine #136 – Alan Korwin – the Uninvited Onbudsman)
On a similar bent, have you seen the TV commercials for a Blacks Only on-line dating site? Can you imagine the furor if there was a Whites Only dating site? THAT (of course) would be racist!
Nope. I’M not missing…
But, with all going on in the World as of late, guffaws on this blog certainly have been!
With that in mind:
And, because the homeowner won’t stand up to protect his home and family, he’s left with having a tenant he doesn’t want.
Reading this, I was reminded of my early days @ TMCCC… (cue harp music signifying a return to the days-of-yore…)
I had a fraud case wherein a credit card holder (an older, retired gentlemen) had become friends, then lovers, with a women he met in a park. He asked her to move in with him, and suddenly it was she, her young daughter, some animals, and some friends as tenants. And she set about using his credit cards and money without permission. THEN, she waited for him to leave the house, had him charged with domestic abuse, and had an order-of-protection taken out against him! He was no longer able to enter his own home!
And then she and her friends turned his retirement cottage into a meth factory.
But that was not the icing on the cake. After years of legal wrangling, he finally was able to have them extricated from his home, and jailed. Of course, the interior was trashed, and his furniture and property sold or destroyed. Because she had used his credit cards fraudulently, he was told the best thing to do was to file bankruptcy to get out of the debt she had created.
But he could not…
SHE HAD FILED BANKRUPTCY USING HIS SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER!
Imagine trying to explain that to creditors, attorneys and law enforcement!
And you thought the movie Pacific Heights was harrowing!
STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!
h/t Murphy’s Law
I like FNC…
NO, NOT the Fox News Channel – although I DO like it, too, on occasion.
I’m speaking of the blog Free North Carolina!
They sometimes have blog fare I view as incendiary, but, more often than not, they make me think differently on a specific issue – even if I continue to disagree with them on that very issue!
One of this Constitutional Republic’s tenets I wholeheartedly endorse is speedy justice. I know, with the judicial bureaucracy, it doesn’t always seem so, however.
FNC did post a short video of one such event:
Pickpocket, purse snatching, shoplifter?
Well, my roomie is expected back from visiting her family next week. In her absence, I’ve been ‘holding down the fort’, policing the livestock and being the puppy wrangler.
Most of which has been relaxing and rewarding (at least some of the time!) 🙂
But, I’ve also engaged in a small project which I’d not done in some years: I started a beard!
I’ve grown (and subsequently shaved) facial hair, in various patterns, since I graduated high school. I started shaving when I was a sophomore, and grew my first mustache right after graduation.
And shaving has been a pain-in-the-*ss ever since! (I know, this means I’ve been doing it wrong.)
But, with a quasi-law-enforcement career, much of the time, mustaches were frowned upon, and beards prohibited. Afterward, they simply became facial adornment until I tired of them, or until I tired of looking at my naked face in the mirror.
My last full beard was in the 90’s, which I shaved off to become Woody Harrelson’s character in Natural Born Killers one Halloween. I also shaved my head and sported fake tattoos. (I always went all out @ Halloween).
When I decided to grow back my facial hair, I was shocked and surprised – it was coming back in largely WHITE! I would NOT be Santa Claus! So I went back to shaving. (Once-upon-a-time it was brown!)
Over the past ten years, I had a mustache and goatee, and after J. and I broke up, the goatee went away. Now that she’s been away for a couple weeks, I thought I’d give it another try and surprise her. (I know, growing a beard in the Summer is stupid!)
Regardless, here I am, two-weeks-in, no razor or scissor having touched my face.
J. is scheduled to return this coming Monday. And she doesn’t always read GiA.
My good friend Crystal is participating in a public art tribute to those (like herself) who suffer from chronic health conditions, and those who are survivors of conditions such as cancer (like Guffaw).
Being a big believer in voluntarism, I support her in her efforts to get the message across that folks who suffer are not victims, but are simply trying to be understood and accepted.
She is 49% funded in her efforts, and supporters get original goodies when they contribute! She has 10 more days left in this effort.
(at the link below – I HAD it embedded, then it went away! DRAT!)
50% of Americans have a chronic illness that they don’t talk about. As a society, we’re uncomfortable with less-than-perfect health. When you fund this public art installation, you acknowledge the elephant in the room and celebrate the resilient people who surround you and their caretakers, mentors and sponsors. – Crystal Daigle
(I get nothing from her, save her friendship. I much prefer this approach on a more personal level than large bureaucracies or government funding. Please view her message even if you cannot participate. Thank you.- Guffaw)
Beginning in South Africa, and emigrating to the United States, he was a range officer @ Jeff Cooper’s Gunsite, before striking out on his own with Yavapai Firearms Academy.
No word yet as to what happened.
h/t Tamara Keel, Facebook
I believe for CCW folks to ‘fit in’ with the mainstream, they must dress in a similar fashion. Most of the time here in the Southwest, this is not a problem. Hawaiian shirts, square-cut camp shirts, and Mexican wedding shirts are in abundance, and even the lowly colored T-shirt can provide enough concealment for casual wear in this 100+ degree environment. (not me in the photo!)
This has not always been so for me. Working @ TMCCC, initially men were required to wear shirts and ties (management being from the Eastern United States clothing meme) and as the company prohibited weapons, one had to be discrete with regard to what kind and where one was possessing. Being a known quantity (the gun guy) in my department, I was especially singled-out for surveillance. One time, a black nylon eyeglass case I wore was accused of being a holster, another time, management prohibited all personnel beneath a certain level from carrying brief cases!
Style also enters into this equation. Col. Cooper oft made pronouncements pooh-poohing fashion, saying the utility of proper concealment was of more importance. Of course, he lived in the high desert outside a small town and could pretty much wear whatever he wanted. He wasn’t constrained by a business environment expecting 80’s cut suits (with tiny belt loops – in the 80’s). Last time I saw him in person was a warm day during which he wore a very heavy (and not stylish) suit coat over his 5″ 1911 (in a holster on a beefy belt). I know he was wearing the 1911, as he removed the coat, much to the consternation of the young turk law enforcement types in the audience at the time. You see, he was speaking on a community college campus and firearms were not permitted there. A couple actually lunged out of their seats, as though they were going to wrestle the old man to the ground and arrest him!
Women who CCW are a whole different issue. Many choose not to carry on their bodies, but use purses, briefcases and backpacks designed for such a purpose. This, of course, has both utility and drawbacks. If one chooses to leave their purse in the car, or with an unknowing luncheon partner while visiting the restroom, for example. Or grabs their wallet out of the armed purse to run into the
stop and rob convenience store, because the purse is such a pain-in-the-ass to lug around!
Of course, they might utilize one of those new bra holsters, and carrying something like a .32 or .380?
The point is that one must make allowances for fashion, but decide what works specifically for them. I’ve a fused right hip. Wearing an ankle holster on my right leg is hardly a valid choice for me. And wearing a heavy suit jacket in the Summer just invites attention. (Reminiscent of those ‘guys in suits’ (security) who hang around Las Vegas casinos not gambling in the Summer!)
I remember visiting the shopping district in a high-end neighborhood some years ago. I paid particular attention to the men I thought might be carrying a concealed weapon. I think I spotted nine men, no women, because their clothes didn’t quite fit right (they kept adjusting their belts) and seemed overly concerned about how their jackets or shirts were riding. One doesn’t do that with a cell phone.
Make right choices, for both your clothes AND your armament.
Be safe, but be comfortable. And inconspicuous.
or say a prayer, if that’s what you do.
Mary C. – Dave-the-mechanic’s mother passed away Father’s Day, after a short illness. She was 88, having had her birthday that Saturday. Her memorial is today.
Mary was longtime volunteer at Desert Samaritan Hospital, serving for 24 years in many different offices and was Volunteer of the Year for the State of Arizona in 1983. She was an active member of King of Glory Lutheran Church, singing in the choir for 35 years and serving as choir librarian for 20 years.
Mary is survived by her husband of 62 years, Al; her children Mick, Dave, Ruth, Karen; 8 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren.
To have been the center of such a great family, and been a giver of such service…
She will be missed.
My thanks to all of you who commented, wrote or at least stopped for a moment in your day to think of Dave and his family. – Guffaw
When I was a P.I., working the Bob H. at T.E. & A (enough initials for you?), I remember getting cases that had little information with which to start, but soon, all fell into place. And others that appeared to be a slam dunk, only to get mired in something complex and nerve-wracking.
I remember sharing my observations about all this with Bob, and he responded, “It’s never as easy as it looks.” I told him we should have a sign over the squad room with that very saying.
Fast-forward from 1981 ’til today. Here I am, post car repair. My 2000 Olds Intrigue has been rapidly deteriorating over the past couple of months, in need of new front brakes and some-kind of engine-repair, minimally, just to keep her road worthy and safe. (She also needs two tires, and A/C repair, but, those will have to wait. 😦 )
I just don’t have the funds. I live paycheck-to-paycheck on my disability.
My dear roommate offered to front me some funds to get the necessary repairs done! We got the car into a local garage of good reputation, and waited. Turned out the engine problems were the result of the old ignition switch failing. We opted for the generic switch over the factory ($300 difference!) and this gives me one key for the door, a second for the ignition. No big deal, right?
Well, not exactly. These are not your grandfather’s ignition switches. Seems they are having difficulty getting the security of the key to match the security programmed into the car. Or something.
It’s never as easy as it looks! And all this to make a 15 year old beater drivable again.
(Update – I got my car back, ignition switch now working, and engine running better than before, but not like new. The brakes have been replaced, but the dashboard brake light comes on after about 20 brakings and stays on until the car sits for about 20 minutes(!) Of course, it’s SUNDAY, and the earliest I can get back to the garage is Tuesday.)
It IS never as easy as it looks!
(Update Two – I bought two ‘gently used’ tired for the front, as the ones I had were paper thin. Good news – they hold air, and are balanced! Bad news – my right front wheel has two partly stripped lugs. So I’m running on four instead of six. It’s always something.)
(Update Three – my SES – service engine soon – light went on when I dared drive FIVE miles, yesterday!)