As I’ve aged, I’ve developed more of an appreciation for our military veterans.
I don’t know why, exactly?
Maybe it’s because, with my childhood Life plans having failed, due to my leg disability, I was unable to join the largest, least-exclusive club in the World (Service Veterans). And I’ve been able to observe, albeit from a distance, the brotherhood, camaraderie and sacrifice imbued in those men and women.
On previous Veterans Days (when I was employed) I made it a point to walk around on break and shake hands of those I knew had served and say “Thank You!” I know it’s not much, especially for persons my age who returned from Vietnam and were denounced as war criminals and spat-upon. And the Korean War Vets who were (and are) pretty much largely ignored by the media.
I was accompanying my roommate to another of her doctor’s appointments on November 11 this year, and there was an older guy (my age?) with the jacket and cap, embroidered with his service particulars. I didn’t see what they were. I made a point to walk over to him and shake his hand. It was the very least I could do.
After her appointment, J. wanted to get a bite-to-eat, so we stopped at a restaurant we sometimes frequent. And before our meal arrived, in walked another veteran. Also with an embroidered cap and patched jacket. Significantly older. A larger man, with silver hair. With his wife.
After they were seated and had placed their orders, I got up and walked over to them. I excused myself, apologized for interrupting, and explained I just wanted to thank him for his service. He smiled, shook my hand vigorously, and his wife beamed.
Then I saw the identifying patch on his sleeve.
I left hurriedly back to our table, so he wouldn’t see me cry.
My Dad loved ARIZONA. He was born in Rhode Island, and lived in Connecticut, but we moved out here for my Mother’s health (she had emphysema – better breathing) in 1955. Obviously long ago (the air is much more polluted now!)
And we took many road trips to learn about our new State, it’s culture, geography and history. Flagstaff, Tombstone, Montezuma’s Castle, Tuzigoot, Nogales, Horse Thief Basin, Tortilla Flat (yes, it’s a real place!)
And, whenever we saw this sign during our travels, my Dad would always regale us with the tale of the forever-missing Indian, Falling Rock.
Of course, sometimes reality reared it’s ugly head…
We were never hit – heard a few clunks over the years, though!
Wirecutter – thanks for the memory flogger!
Witless for the Prosecution: New York DA Forces Staff to Forgo Second Amendment Rights Madeline Singas, Acting District Attorney for Nassau County, New York, is a hypocrite.
Worse, she is willing to gamble with the lives and safety of her
staff and their families for her own perceived political benefit.
While claiming “a commitment to justice, compassion, and integrity”
and boasting about keeping “more vulnerable people safe,” she enforces
a policy of mandatory disarmament amongst the attorneys who put their
own safety on the line to administer justice in her jurisdiction.
On Monday, Prof. Eugene Volokh broke the story that the Nassau County District Attorney’s Office bars prosecutors from having handguns, even at home.
|I remember, in my previous life, working as a private investigator/process server.
And the county presiding Superior Court judge (the guy over the courts,
staffs, attorneys, and clerks) made a decision that all shall be
And it came to pass that metal detectors were installed in the Superior Court,
and that unless one had credentials and a badge,
one was required to be defenseless on the premises. This meant leaving one’s
sidearm in one’s vehicle, subject to burglary – as the court parking lots
were not very secure!The judge further conveyed even process servers under his jurisdiction shall be unarmed!
In the field!I’m sorry, your honor, but many process servers were attacked and even shot!
Fortunately, as this is Arizona, he didn’t extend his ‘authority’ to our homes.
AND, an historic court decision (1873?) held that court officers had the right
SO, many of us were.
(Thankfully, at least in the federal building, they provided lockers!)
Hopefully, New York will get a clue…
who shot up attempted to shoot up wounded a cop and became DRT* had lived and worked in Arizona.
One reportedly owned a pizza shop. The other was on probation. Somehow, they obtained a firearm and went to Texas to attempt to decimate the free speech of folks making fun of Mohammad.
fascinated annoyed by folks who come here or choose to live here, but don’t understand basic tenets of the Republic, like Free Speech.
If you don’t want to see cartoons making fun of your religious founder, go live in Saudi Arabia. I’m certain the State there doesn’t allow such fall-de-ral!
I remember one of the clowns who flew the planes into the Twin Towers lived here (right across from my former workplace TMCCC!) and went to flight school here.
It not Arizona’s fault. We just happen to be a somewhat-free venue.
A paradox, for sure.
Most of you regular readers know I HATE giving the government money. Doing so burns my libertarian soul.
I’m still driving Ol'(insert old-timey lady name here), my 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue. Basically, because I’ve no other choice. And, it’s
registration involuntary ownership tax time again.
With the precursor of emissions testing.
(I always stop here to remember how the State legislator who forced through the emissions testing requirement soon left the legislature to work for the contractor who obtained the initial contract. No dirty politics here, no sir! :-))
I arrive just after the testing station opens and find I’m second in line. I’m a little worried, as my car sometimes stalls at idle, and sometimes the pollution control gimmick sticks in the engine and dashboard warning lights illuminate. Getting tested with dash lights on is a no-no! They’ve not come on in a few weeks, so I feel they are due.
I pull up when ordered, exit the vehicle, the guy does his testing, and she PASSES!
I re-enter the vehicle and crank her to start and leave, as instructed…
AND THERE IS A BACKFIRE! THE TESTING STATION (AND MY CAR INTERIOR) FILLS WITH SMOKE! But, as the car is running (and there is no obvious fire or dash warning lights), I drive away victorious!
And return home (after depositing appropriate gift funds to cover costs) and pay on-line to obtain my State license tags for yet another two years!
(To those of you who help me pay to keep my car registered and insured – I salute you!)
And to the State, who forces me to go through this nonsense every couple years to extort revenue from me – you already received my salute!
Well, here it is April 12 , and, I’ve not yet completed my taxes!
The truth is, I completed them last night!
Down-to-the-wire, true, but not on the 15th!
Of course, being on disability, with no other real income, it’s pretty simple.
And, since 2010, I’ve not gotten much money back.
(Many people dis Arizona for many things, but, if you don’t make enough to pay taxes, AZ does give you $25 to play with!)
Of course, E-filing was $21.99 !
A quick $3.01 ! WOO-HOO!
“No man’s life, liberty, or property are safe while the legislature is in session.” – Mark Twain
Now pending in the Arizona Legislature…
HB 2320 would exempt CCW permit holders from being disarmed when entering “public” (state and local government buildings and property, unless security measures (guards, metal detectors, etc.) are in place to screen every person entering for weapons.
HB 2431 would establish an interstate “compact” that restricts member states from enacting firearms transfer requirements different than existing federal law. Compacts between states supersede individual state law. An example of an interstate compact is the uniform recognition of drivers’ licenses. Assuming HB 2431 is enacted in Arizona and at least one other state becomes a party to the compact, a subsequent state law, or even a ballot measure, cannot override it.
With the pending Bloomberg-sponsored effort to establish Gun Owner Registration using Arizona’s Initiative/Referendum process, there are non-firearms bills that help insure that the process is proper and lawful.
HB 2407 would require strict compliance to the requirements (signatures, dates, etc.) for getting a measure on the ballot.
SB 1056 focuses on the validity of petition signatures. If the address of the signer on the petition is not the same as on their voter registration, the signature is not valid.
At this early point in the session, none of the bills we are monitoring have been schedule for committee hearings.
I’m not certain I agree that any registration is ‘proper and lawful’, but different strokes and all that.
h/t Arizona Citizen’s Defense League
Much of Arizona is a desert. That is, by definition, an arid wasteland, in a state of permanent drought. The ONLY reason The Valley of the Sun (Phoenix and her environs) have any population at all, is by copying what the primitive Indians did, before Coronado came.
This is the end of the time of year known as The Monsoon, wherein it’s hot, but more humid, permeated by occasional rain. Often nightly, after the Sun goes down, and the less heat allows the cumulus clouds surrounding the Valley to invade. Sadly, in our particular part of town (I suspect because of the heat island effect) the clouds and rain largely avoid us.
Or perhaps it’s just they’re being ornery…
But, there are exceptions:
Last night, on my cellular telephone, with no way to turn off the alarm except shutting it off entirely…
Imminent Severe Alert (2:56 AM)
Flash Flood Warning this area til 4:45 AM MST
Avoid flood areas. Check local media – NWS (National
Repeated at 4:27 AM and 6:27 AM, extending the warnings until 6:30 AM and 10:30 AM, respectively!
(this is why I’m a bit late posting this morning; kept going back to sleep, only to be again awakened by the weather alarms!)
And this is what in front of the townhouse looked like @ 7:13 AM!
This is usually all grass, with a basketball court in the center. I’m thinking the pool to the left of the photo is under water!
We finally got rain! ‘Course, we’re not going anywhere.
(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******!
Kevin Baker, of The Smallest Minority fame, said what many (including me) have been thinking, with regard to this Arizona ‘Right To Refuse Service’ Bill pending in State government.
The liberal media have been painting this as pure bigotry by Christians against Gays. “It’s another black mark against Arizona – we could lose the Super Bowl!”
And, that may be true. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t necessary.
I, for one, do not like the government mandating with whom I may or may not do business. Period.
I think the free marketplace will provide a solution. If you don’t like (gays, blacks, women, short people, Republicans, Jews ad infinitum, ad nauseum) FINE. Don’t do business with them.
And see how your profits dry up.
I don’t have a business, but, if I did, I’d choose not to do business with felons, pedophiles and bureaucrats. I know, I’m repeating myself…
But, Kevin says it better:
The function of government should not be to punish people for acting on their fervently held beliefs. It’s function should be to ensure that potential customers are made aware up front who a person, business or legal entity will refuse service to.
They already do that in a tiny way under Arizona Revised Statute §4-229, which states:
A. A person with a permit issued pursuant to section 13-3112 may carry a concealed handgun on the premises of a licensee who is an on-sale retailer unless the licensee posts a sign that clearly prohibits the possession of weapons on the licensed premises. The sign shall conform to the following requirements:
1. Be posted in a conspicuous location accessible to the general public and immediately adjacent to the liquor license posted on the licensed premises.
2. Contain a pictogram that shows a firearm within a red circle and a diagonal red line across the firearm.
3. Contain the words, “no firearms allowed pursuant to A.R.S. section 4-229”
So, the legislature should simply extend this logic to whatever other prejudices there are out there and require signage to advise potential customers where they’re not wanted. Something like this, for instance:
That way everyone will know right up front what kind of bigots they will be dealing with, and can decide for themselves whether or not they want to spend their money there. No hurt feelings, no lawsuits.
PS – The media is all up in arms (figuratively, of course) about conservative Christians. What about those Muslims who not only don’t want to serve gays, but want to KILL THEM? Oh, that’s right. We can’t talk about them, that’s (bigoted, racist, non-inclusive).
Political Correctness IS killing this Nation!
h/t Dawn Daniels