(a follow-up to the November 8 post I Sometimes HATE Novembers, as promised…)
So, here I was, in my insurance-paid-for-rented-condo, about a mile North of my home, while contractors rebuilt it, after the drunk driver had hit it two weeks prior. That’s what I get for buying a corner lot, off a street that zig-zags. Drunks never caught that nuance, head straight for the alley, see the power pole, and crash into my back yard.
It had happened before. Last time it was just the fence that was destroyed.
I, of course, still had to go to work, pay bills, and check the mail at the house, all while surveying the excruciatingly-slow process of rebuilding the rear of my home and replacing the fence.
Thankfully (?) I was beginning to have more health issues (joy, joy) which meant I was missing more work. Which gave me the excuse to stop by and check the mail and the progress of the reconstruction more often.
And, it had been a couple of days since I had last checked the mail, and it was my birthday(!), so I thought I’d check the mail again. Hell, there might be a birthday check from someone in the mail? :-)
I pull into the driveway. No contractors present. This always bothered me, as this process was taking forever. Of course, mine wasn’t their only project.
(This had been a little over two weeks!)
AND THE SIDE DOOR WAS STANDING OPEN ABOUT TWO INCHES!
This alarmed me, as no one was around. The door had been always locked and the extra key placed in one of those Realtor-access combination locks around the door knob. Which was now nowhere to be seen!
I exited the car and drew my 1911 pistol. (Yeah, I know. All my training (which I had trained others to do many times before) was to leave the area to a relatively safe location and call the police to respond. After all, there may have been multiple armed intruders inside burgling my home!)
BUT, this was MY HOME! And the training went out the window. Sigh.
I slowly entered the kitchen, listening intently for any activity inside, pistol at-the-ready. Then into the living room, bath and two bedrooms. This was relatively quick, as it was a 740 square-foot house.
It was obvious someone else had been inside. Someone NOT a contractor. A home computer, portable television, stereo, some faux Samurai swords and a number of other items were missing. Movers had taken many of the larger furniture items to put into storage prior to the reconstruction. But I was told they were unable to take the gun safe, as they were prohibited from storing firearms.
They had removed the Dillon XL 650 reloading press from it’s mount, preparatory to the rebuild. But had not put it into storage. (I guess it was gun-related). It was gone.
And the 800 pound, Fort Knox gun safe was missing. And this was on the floor…
Someone obviously had pried off the combination dial and locking lever to open the safe. And when that failed, THEY TOOK THE ENTIRE 800 POUND SAFE!
Credit cards, spare checks, school transcripts, cameras, my birth certificate and over fifty firearms! Gone.
First, I called the insurance company, to see if they had perhaps authorized storage of the safe and it’s contents, and had inadvertently broken the locking mechanism somehow in transit. Then, I called the mover and the police.
And was scolded by the 911 operator, as it was for emergencies only. How was fifty+ firearms possibly out on the street was not an emergency?
Ultimately, the contractor, the storage guy, my insurance man and the police arrived on the scene. I recounted my actions upon arriving multiple times for each of them. And I was livid. To keep me occupied (and busy and out of the way) the police advised me to make a list of what was in the safe, including all the firearms and serial numbers.
I knew most of their descriptions by heart, but the list (with Polaroids and serial numbers) was not around. It was probably in the materials previously packed and moved to storage.
Fortunately, I still had many of the receipts and gun boxes, which were labeled on the edge with the numbers.
And set about making the list on a legal pad.
All parties were questioned. The contractor’s employees all had cellular telephones they were required to keep with them at all times (for GPS tracking purposes). And all passed the location test.
As if someone couldn’t have left the phone at home off-hours to do a burglary? Or they told someone else? Come on! I never broadcast about the safe in my home, suddenly, after many strangers had seen it, it went missing.
After six months, the house was reconstructed, painted, re-floored (safe drag marks) cleaned (even clothes in the closet dry cleaned!) and restocked with the stored items. I had called in to stop all my credit cards the same day.
I received a check for the maximum available from my policy. (Note-to-self: Make certain all valuables are covered, and if there is a cap it covers all firearms. I was insured for a maximum of 5K on the firearms, eventually paid just over 7K total. Firearm valuation of the missing? Over 21K! in 2009 gun values)
Fortunately, I had taken my favorite 1911 and .38 snub with me to the condo!
And none of the identity items, credit cards or firearms have ever surfaced.
I’m thinking Mexico, and thank God that Fort Knox makes a quality piece of security equipment! I suspect it’s abandoned in the desert somewhere, still unopened. (Let this be a lesson – if you’ve not done so already, bolt your safe to the foundation and wall studs – even if it weighs 800 pounds!)
And among the missing are my electroless nickel Colt Gold Cup, 1969 Browning High Power, 4 AR-15s, my Ithaca Deerslayer Police Special 12 gauge, my pre-model 27 Smith & Wesson 5″, my Sig-Sauer P220 – marked made in W. Germany(!) and my 1942 Springfield Garand!!
I had to use the insurance money for other things, and never was able to replace any of the missing firearms.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
FTC – Fort Knox safes gave me nothing. I bought it at a gun show. Leave me alone!
Bernie Sanders’ 100% Tax: “Nobody Should Earn More Than $1 Million”
“Make it illegal to amass more wealth than a human family could use in a lifetime.”
Here in the People’s Republic of New York, the streets are covered with crazed Bernie Sanders stickers promising a glorious Socialist utopia in which no one, except taxpayers, will ever have to work again.
Sanders apologists claim that he’s a moderate Swedish Socialist, not one of those crazy Communist or Nazi guys. But his history suggests that he’s redder than a fire engine. And we’re not just talking about his flirtation with Communist countries, but Communist ideas.
I always marvel at the
socialist communist dialectic.
The idea that if one makes X minus $1.00 dollars, it’s okay, but X dollars or more? – Suddenly it’s too much, unconscionable!
And then it must be redistributed! For the people!
The old dictum Qui Bono (who benefits) needs to be amended.
It should read Qui decernit (who decides?)
There seems to be some surprise expressed by the author regarding Sanders’ communism.
To be fair, he’s not been secretive about his beliefs.
No more than The President was regarding his income redistrubutive/leveling-the-playing-field beliefs.
And still, people were surprised…
Wake Up America! Don’t be like Bernie in the movies – Dead and still acting!
Tomi (known to long-time blog readers here) recently posted her response to the Paris terrorist attacks on her blog.
To be fair, I was a bit surprised. After all, she is an admitted social democrat, who tends to lean left in her views on many things.
Here is her post, in full:
I have often felt like a voice crying in the wilderness, since September 11, 2001. I keep insisting that the “War on Terror” is a sham. You can’t wage “war” on religious fanatics who wear suicide bomb vests and shoot people at restaurants. Terrorism is a series of criminal acts done by those that have nothing to lose in this life, and everything to gain in the hereafter.
After nearly fifteen years of listening to this ridiculousness, and watching the US commit its worst crimes since the Native American genocide, I am ready to throw in the towel….kind of.
If we’re going to fight a “war” let’s make it a real one: State to State.
We KNOW where these terrorists get their money from: Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Kuwait, and the United Arab Emirates. They are, and always have been, the funders of Al-Qaeda, ISIS (ISIL, the IS, or whatever you want to call it) and all of their offshoots.
I am not saying anything we all already don’t know.
It is long past time to keep pretending these States are our allies. They are not and never have been.
Seize their financial assets. All of them. Tell them they will get their money back if and when all of their sponsored terrorism ceases.
It is time to stop all this double-dealing. They are not our friends or allies. They are our enemies, by any reasonable definition of the word.
These proxy wars have got to stop. If we’re going to expend blood and treasure, let’s at least do it honestly.
Of course, no one wants war (except, perhaps war profiteers and fanatics). But I understand her argument. The fact we both fight and simultaneously support so many of these nations smacks of that military-industrial complex President Eisenhower warned us about!
Let us not remain mired in brush-fire wars that have been plaguing us since Vietnam.
As Todd Beamer said on Flight 93, “Let’s roll!”
(from Patrick J. Buchanan, as reported in Human Events)
“Dalton Trumbo was a socialist, but he loved being rich.”
So says Bryan Cranston, who stars in “Trumbo,” out this week, and plays the screenwriter who went to prison with the Hollywood Ten in the time of Harry Truman.
Actually, Trumbo was not a socialist. Bernie Sanders is a socialist. Trumbo was a Stalinist, a hard-core Communist when the Communist Party USA was run from Moscow by the Comintern, agents of the greatest mass murderer of the 20th century.
Trumbo was not what Lenin called a “useful idiot,” a liberal simpleton. He was the real deal, a Bolshevik who followed every twist and turn in the Moscow party line.
When Hitler signed his infamous pact with Stalin, and Germany and Russia crucified Poland and Hitler overran France, Trumbo justified the Nazi brutality, “To the vanquished all conquerors are inhuman.”
As Churchill led his country in defying Hitler, Trumbo, in his 1941 novel, “The Remarkable Andrew,” trashed Britain as no democracy, as it had a king, and charged FDR with “black treason” for seeking to aid the Brits in their desperate fight to stave off defeat by the Nazis.
A talented screenwriter who wrote “Roman Holiday,” “Spartacus” and “Exodus,” Trumbo was attracted to revolutionary violence.
Invited to do a screenplay of William Styron’s “Confessions of Nat Turner,” about the Virginia slave who led a rampage of rape and murder in 1831, Trumbo wrote back:
“[I]n carrying through his rebellion Turner did nothing more than accept a principle of white Christian violence which had enslaved all of Africa, and used it for the first time in American history as a weapon against white Christians.”
Biographer Larry Ceplair quotes Trumbo as describing America as “fundamentally” racist, with racism “the keystone of national policy both domestic and foreign…
“How many gooks have we killed in Korea? How many slopes in Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia? Millions, and we’re still killing more of them. Our thirst for the blood of dark-skinned sub-humans is insatiable.”
Why is Hollywood making a movie about Trumbo?
To whitewash the traitor and his comrades who were blacklisted for refusing to testify to the House Un-American Activities Committee about their Communist Party membership and affiliations.
In promoting “Trumbo,” Hollywood’s flacks write of the late 1940s as the “darkest days” in American history.
They were dark all right. But probably less dark for Tinseltown Bolsheviks than the hundreds of millions who fell under the rule of the revolutions and regimes they supported in those years.
Between 1946 and 1950, Stalin murdered the Russian POWs we sent back in Operation Keelhaul, imposed his barbarous rule on 10 Christian nations of Eastern Europe, blockaded Berlin, built an atom bomb with the aid of American traitors Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, helped Mao Zedong conquer China and begin a slaughter of Chinese that would exceed the millions attributed to Stalin himself.
In 1950, Stalin backed Kim Il-Sung’s invasion of South Korea that left millions dead, including 33,000 Americans. The film script, “An American Story,” found in Trumbo’s papers, reveals deep sympathy for North Korea during that war.
As Allan Ryskind, son of Hollywood writer Morrie Ryskind, writes in “Hollywood Traitors,” his definitive new book published by Regnery, “There appeared to be no corkscrew twist in the Soviet line [Trumbo] wouldn’t embrace.”
With all its attendant favorable publicity, “Trumbo,” is designed to accomplish several goals. No only to heroize the Hollywood Ten, but to demean John Wayne and the other patriots who, along with Ronald Reagan of the Screen Actors Guild, helped clean the treasonous vermin out of their town and industry.
The villainess of “Trumbo,” played by Helen Mirren, is Hedda Hopper, the anti-Communist columnist who had considerable clout in Hollywood and backed Ronald Reagan, Ryskind Sr. and John Wayne, who eventually drove the Communists from their midst.
Larger issues are raised by this film.
If one has been a Communist, or a Nazi, and supported that evil ideology and its aims, what is one’s moral obligation to one’s country?
Is it not to step forward, and tell the truth?
What was the duty of Congress, if not to expose ideological treason in the most powerful cultural force in the America of that day?
What was the duty of the leaders of a great industry that found a nest of traitors in their midst, whose deepest allegiance was to our mortal enemy?
For remaining mute, refusing to testify before the Congress, the Hollywood Ten are portrayed as martyrs to the First Amendment.
Yet, as Communists, they were providing aid and comfort to the greatest enemies free speech and freedom of the press ever had.
Had the Hollywood Ten supported a subversive party in Stalin’s Moscow, what would have happened to them might have been slightly worse than not getting screen credits for the movies they wrote.
By joining a criminal conspiracy dedicated to the overthrow of the government established to protect our freedoms, and the imposition of Communist tyranny, the Hollywood Ten got what they deserved.
By their treason, they blacklisted themselves.
Funny how it keeps coming out that Senator McCarthy was right – there were Communists hiding in government, the military and Hollywood. But he f***** himself over, being a Constitution-stomping media whore, and was then rightfully censured for having done so.
Of course, now we just elect anti-American bastards outright, and they bring unrepentant terrorists and foreign agents right into the Seat of Government. No need to hide, now…
And while much of Europe is now acting to push the Trojan Horse of ‘refugees’ back out the gates, the United States is continuing to offer them sanctuary, paying little attention to the lessons of the Paris attacks.
I wonder if fifty years from now, screenwriters will be writing romantically about the treasonous acts of the terrorism pioneers of the American Caliphate.
You hold title to it.
But must pay the government in perpetuity taxes for that privilege.
Then, there’s this –
Hammond Family Declared as Terrorist and Sentenced to Five Years in Federal Prison
Our hearts and prayers go out to the Hammond family with deep empathy. The magnitude of the injustices dealt to them is hard to comprehend. Their once happy lives have been forever darkened with pains of corruptions. The nature of their sentencing proves once again that justice is currently not found in the federal courts. The Hammonds are a simple ranching family that for generations has cared for the land they live upon. Prescribed burns are a vital process in keeping the land healthy and productive in the area. The BLM also performs prescribed burns and have let it get out of control many times, but never has it cost any federal agent hundreds of thousands of dollars in fines and years of life in prison.
The Hammonds prescribed a fire that moved to public land, they extinguished the fire themselves. The courts found that the burn increased vegetation for the following years, and had a positive impact on the land. With no authority or justification to prosecute, eleven years after the fire, federal attorneys have obtained judgment that the Hammonds are terrorists and must be punished severely for their actions.
University officials personally destroyed pocket constitutions after an undercover reporter posing as a student claimed she felt “triggered” by their circulation on campus. Vassar College’s Kelly Grab implied that restricting the distribution of pocket constitutions was perfectly acceptable if such censorship prevents hurt feelings amongst students.
“…We don’t want to limit people in exchanging ideas or having opposing viewpoints, but when it’s disruptive or causing harm…,” she told the Project Veritas reporter.
After claiming the pocket constitution gave her a “panic attack,” the reporter asked Grab if she could shred it for her, to which she cheerfully agreed.
“…Yes, I think we have a shredder in the front office there,” Grab replies. “Did you want to do it with me?”
I wonder if Mao’s Little Red Book, Mein Kampf and Das Kapital are thought of in the same vein? Probably not. If they are known to the offended college student at all, they are probably revered!
Even more sickening is the allegedly ‘educated’ ‘adult’ university official.
For-the-record, I’m all about learning about and expressing ‘diverse’ opinions. But one of the principles on which this Republic was founded involved allowing others to speak their truths – even if disgusting to ourselves!
Obviously, this college official didn’t get that message…
(and yes, I know Info Wars is sometimes a questionable source)
h/t Brock Townsend
McDonald’s was never on my radar as a child. We, as a family, rarely did ‘fast food’, and when we did, it was something like Kentucky Fried Chicken (before they stopped calling it fried, as hawked by the REAL Kentucky Colonel!) or Gibby’s Broasted Chicken. I do remember a visit to Dogs N’ Suds, once.
My Dad was one of those guys, who if they had a poor commercial experience with a vendor, never gave them a second chance. He used to often regale us with the tale of visiting McDonald’s Sunstroke Room (because they didn’t have covered, exterior parking in the Phoenix Summers), and ordering a chocolate shake-thin, because he preferred to drink them through a straw rather than eat them with a spoon. He didn’t understand that they had recently begun utilizing an early milk shake machine in lieu of the Mixmaster, making shakes one thickness. Thick. That forever ruined McD’s for him. And colored his later fast-food decisions.
So we got to hear the sunstroke room tale every time their TV commercial appeared. And we never went there.
The first time I visited McDonald’s, I was a college freshman, trying desperately trying to impress fellow freshman Marta B. (a lovely Scandinavian brunette) to
go make out with me study for finals. During an abortive effort to get alone, she asked we drive through. I was unimpressed, mostly because I was a horny freshman, but also because the generic cheeseburger had ketchup, mustard and a pickle chip – of which I was not fond.
It was five years later, when my Dad (who by then knew the franchisee of the dreaded sunstroke room location – the first McDonald’s in Phoenix – then located a little South of the SW corner of Central and Indian School Rd.) got me a job there when I was between ‘better’ jobs.
I worked there almost two weeks. I learned how to prepare their signature sandwiches, fries and shakes, including making them to my tastes. And, that, when when one wasn’t serving a customer or cooking, one was cleaning! That impressed me.
Then, I moved on to another, more familiar, security guard-related job. The McDonald’s moved a little further South, and across the street. No more neon arches. Or sunstrokes. They now had an indoors.
By then I was hooked. After all, I knew how to order my favorite burgers, now. And they had terrific fries.
Life continued. I grew up, got married, became a father. And sometimes took Molly to The Golden Arches. My (then) wife was never a fan, preferring Jack-In-The-Box. (Whom I also like.)
And, somewhere down the line, I got separated and divorced. And McDonald’s began serving breakfast!
I found I liked the sausage biscuits. And hash browns! Breakfast service ending promptly at 10:30 A.M.
Recently, McD’s has begun losing it’s market share. And they’ve made a number of changes to their menu since I was trying to kiss Marta. All in the name of getting back on top of the fast food pyramid.
Finally, they announced October 6 that they would loosen their no breakfast after 10:30 policy and begin serving breakfast ALL DAY! As many of their competitors have already done.
I was thrilled! I needed to run to Safeway yesterday morning, and needed to eat something. A McDonald’s is conveniently just across the street. What time is it? – OH, THAT’S RIGHT – All Day Breakfast!
Alas! It was false advertising. The do have some items from the breakfast menu all day – but NOT the sausage biscuits!
Fooled again by The Golden Arches.
And no Scandinavian beauty to kiss, either!
attention FTC – neither KFC, Gibby’s or Mickey D’s have given me anything. Nor did Marta, and I’m frustrated – GO AWAY!
(courtesy of ACTIVISTPOST, in part)
The UN Plans To Implement Universal Biometric Identification For All Of Humanity By 2030
Even after writing several articles about these new Global Goals, I still don’t think that most of my readers really grasp how insidious they actually are. This new agenda truly is a template for a “New World Order”, and if you dig into the sub-points for these new Global Goals you find some very alarming things.
For example, Goal 16.9 sets the following target…
By 2030, provide legal identity for all, including birth registration.
The United Nations is already working hard toward the implementation of this goal – particularly among refugee populations. The UN has partnered with Accenture to implement a biometric identification system that reports information “back to a central database in Geneva.” The following is an excerpt from an article that was posted on findbiometrics.com…
The United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) is moving forward with its plans to use biometric technology to identify and track refugees, and has selected a vendor for the project.Accenture, an international technology services provider, has won out in the competitive tendering process and will oversee the implementation of the technology in a three-year contract.
The UNHCR will use Accenture’s Biometric Identity Management System (BIMS) for the endeavor. BIMS can be used to collect facial, iris, and fingerprint biometric data, and will also be used to provide many refugees with their only form of official documentation. The system will work in conjunction with Accenture’s Unique Identity Service Platform (UISP) to send this information back to a central database in Geneva, allowing UNHCR offices all over the world to effectively coordinate with the central UNHCR authority in tracking refugees.
I don’t know about you, but that sure does sound creepy to me.
To me, as well, Mr. Snyder!
He further states:
If you aren’t using cash, that means that all of your economic activity is going through the banks where it can be watched, tracked, monitored and regulated.
Every time the elite propose something for our “good,” it somehow always results in them having more power and more control.
I hope that people will wake up and see what is happening. Major moves toward a one world system are taking place right in front of our eyes, and yet I hear very, very few people talking about any of this.
Of course, pile this upon other agenda items (like ‘universal disarmament’ of the civilian population) and we’re back to the (one-world) governmental wish list of CONTROL.
Supporters of the U.N. are fond of claiming critics are paranoid, and that the U.N. does so much good. Here is a corrupt organization, made up largely of despotic regimes and poorer nations (sometimes conflated) mostly financed by The United States, and largely ineffective in resolving world conflicts.
Remember The Korean War? It still continues! And most of the time, the U.S. pays for most of the aid given poorer nations.
I remember seeing signs by the side of the highway intoning ‘Get Us Out Of The U.N.!’ in the 50’s.
Maybe it’s time we left…
(remembering, this is opinion, not news – Guffaw)
The idea that law-abiding concealed carry permit holders could potentially stop mass shooters is nothing more than a “myth,” the New York Times editorial board proclaimed on Monday.
Citing a study from the anti-gun Violence Policy Center, the editorial board claimed “at least 763” concealed carry permit holders “have been killed in 579 shootings that did not involve self-defense” since 2007.
More from the opinion column:
amazes fascinates confounds makes me physically ill when a (formerly great) ‘news’ organization makes up statistics to push an anti-rights agenda. Of course, as people as like-minded as The President do the same thing, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
Fortunately for us, as the New York Times readership is approaching that of Newsweek (6 or 7 illiterates?), we shan’t be concerned about rank dissemination of false data.
As my dear, departed Father used to intone, “I used to be young and foolish – I’m not young anymore!”
When I was younger, I supported The
War Police Action in Vietnam. The rationale seemed simple. Our allies (the South Vietnamese) were under attack by the (Soviet Russian and Red Chinese communist supported) North Vietnamese.
It seemed to be a way to make The Cold War hot, without actually fighting Russia and China directly.
And we must not only defend out allies, but oppose communism wherever it rears it ugly head.
This was similar to the Korean
War Police Action Conflict a few years earlier.
(And we know how well THAT worked out!)
And I was prepared to voluntarily go and fight for my Country.
Except, with a fused hip, the military changed my draft status to IV-F. And I sat on the sidelines.
And we saw how well Vietnam worked out…
Since that time, there was Lebanon, Dominican Republic, Haiti, Grenada, Panama, the Balkans, then Kuwait, Iraq and Afghanistan (in part).
And there was always a rationale proposed by the government regarding why we needed to go to war. You may agree with some. You may disagree with some.
But, as I age, I am beginning to question governmental motives more.
YES, I do believe it was appropriate for us to fight the Nazis and the Japanese Empire in WWII. And I am still an anti-communist.
Vietnam, Germany, Italy and Japan are now trade partners.
And Red China rules our financial future. Whether we like it or not.
War for petroleum? Or to stop WsMD? That debate will probably continue.
We should defend our national interests. But, if we are being played by government (or corporate interests) to leap to that defense…(?)
The military-industrial complex President Eisenhower warned us about does exist. The question is how much of government is enmeshed in it?
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician’s corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintances sneered and slanged, I wept:
For I had longed to see him hanged.
War is a Racket by Smedley Butler is a famous speech denouncing the military industrial complex. This speech by two-time Congressional Medal of Honor recipient exposes war profits that benefit few at the expense of many. Throughout his distinguished career in the Marines, Smedley Darlington Butler demonstrated that true patriotism does not mean blind allegiance to government policies with which one does not agree. To Hell with war.
Smedley Darlington Butler (July 30, 1881 – June 21, 1940), nicknamed ” The Fighting Quaker “and ” Old Gimlet Eye “, was a Major General in the U.S. Marine Corps and, at the time of his death,the most decorated Marine in U.S. history.
During his 34 years of Marine Corps service, Butler was awarded numerous medals for hero ism including the Marine Corps Brevet Medal (the highest Marine medal at its time for officers), and subsequently the Medal of Honor twice. Notably, he is one of only 19 people to be twice awarded the Medal of Honor, and one of only three to be awarded a Marine Corps Brevet Medal and a Medal of Honor, and the only person to be awarded a Marine Corps Brevet Medal and a Medal of Honor for two different actions.
In addition to his military career, Smedley Butler was noted for his outspoken anti- interventionistviews, and his book War is a Racket. His book was one of the first works describing the workings ofthe military-industrial complex and after retiring from service, he became a popular speaker at meetings organized by veterans, pacifists and church groups in the 1930s.
The instantaneous Internet news cycle doesn’t help with our decision-making. ANYONE can post their ‘facts’ as news, making thoughtful political reasoning nearly impossible.
And EVERYONE seems to have an agenda!