Lisa Murkowski (R-AK)
LISA MURKOWSKI (R-AK)
THEN: “This law is not affordable for anyone in Alaska. That is why I will support the bill that repeals the ACA and wipes out its harmful impacts.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Dean Heller (R-NV)
DEAN HELLER (R-NV)
THEN: “The repeal of this law will not only reduce federal spending, but it will also allow Congress to address problems within the current health care system.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Shelley Moore Capito (R-WV)
SHELLEY MOORE CAPITO (R-WV)
THEN: “I have consistently voted to repeal and replace this disastrous health care law, and I am glad that a repeal bill will finally reach the president’s desk.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Lamar Alexander (R-TN)
LAMAR ALEXANDER (R-TN)
THEN: “Obamacare was an historic mistake, and should be repealed and replaced with step-by-step reforms that transform the health care delivery system.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Susan Collins (R-ME)
SUSAN COLLINS (R-ME)
THEN: “I believe that we made – that Congress made – a real error in passing Obamacare, we should repeal the law so that we can start over.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
John McCain (R-AZ)
JOHN McCAIN (R-AZ)
THEN: “It is clear that any serious attempt to improve our health care system must begin with a full repeal and replacement of Obamacare.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Rob Portman (R-OH)
ROB PORTMAN (R-OH)
THEN: “[Obamacare] is fundamentally flawed. I do think we ought to delay … and then we’ve got to repeal this thing and start over.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
There is simply no excuse for their opposition to repeal.
The above (in part) was sent to me by the Senate Conservatives Fund, begging for money.
Which is funny, as I have none.
What to do with these RINOs? Vote them out in the primaries for going against their word?
(Not to mention I am not looking for a replacement for the Democrats version of health care with a Republicans. I’m looking for a free market solution.)
What to do, what to do…?
First of all, I’ve no skin in this game.
I’ve never been able to serve, nor am I transgender.
I was classified 1-A when I initially registered for the draft, even with my fused right hip and leg being shorter. My osteopathic surgeon sent my draft board a letter, and I was ultimately classed 4-F.
Not that I didn’t want to serve. The plan was do a stint in the Marines, become a cop, then a fed.
To serve my country, AND to be able to carry a concealed weapon nationwide. It was a different time.
But my leg disability put the kibosh on all that.
THEN, I was in college, and thought maybe R.O.T.C.? The interview went like this, “Walk this way. Now walk back this way. You can’t march, get out!”
So much for my military career.
But, my personal life disappointments aside, there’s another point to the story.
Joining the military is NOT a RIGHT – It’s a PRIVILEGE!
And the military makes the rules. They want every human involved to meet a minimum standard of ability. The idea is if soldier one falls on the line, they can be replaced with soldier two. Uniformity. (My apologies to the sailors, airmen, Marines and coasties.)
The services don’t want to be concerned with the 0.3% of Americans with unusual chromosomal makeup. Or the larger percentage who feel they are a different gender than their biology dictates.
If you want to serve, fine. Find another way to serve.
If you are trying to join to get the government to pay for gender reassignment surgery, forget it.
So Monday the contractor returned, closed the hole in the downstairs ceiling, and replaced the upstairs bathroom floor (they had taken a divot earlier to test for asbestos – none found!)
He returned yesterday morning to give the ceiling a second coat.
Everything looks GREAT! FINALLY!
paint still drying…
(the leak began in MAY!)
I’m still dealing with my enlarged calf, visiting my regular doctor again today. And the vascular guy again next Monday.
At least the shower is no longer leaking.
But, the adventure does continue. The one working vehicle (J’s 2006 Honda Element) has a battery which is dying. It still starts the car, but could be gone any day now.
$100-250 at most auto parts places.
And I don’t get paid until mid week next week.
It’s always something…
(from The Art of Manliness, in part)
Even though the modern world isn’t any more dangerous than it was thirty or forty years ago, it feels like a more perilous place. Or, more accurately, we inhabit the world today in a way that’s much more risk averse; for a variety of very interesting and nuanced reasons, our tolerance for risk, especially concerning our children’s safety, has steadily declined. So we remove jungle gyms from playgrounds, ban football at recess, prohibit knives (even the butter variety) at school, and would rather have our kids playing with an iPad than rummaging through the garage or roaming around the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, as we discussed in-depth earlier this year, when you control for one set of risks, another simply arises in its place. In this case, in trying to prevent some bruises and broken bones, we also inhibit our children’s development of autonomy, competence, confidence, and resilience. In pulling them back from firsthand experiences, from handling tangible materials and demonstrating concrete efficacy, we ensconce them in a life of abstraction rather than action. By insisting on doing everything ourselves, because we can do things better and more safely, we deprive kids of the chance to make and test observations, to experiment and tinker, to fail and bounce back. In treating everything like a major risk, we prevent kids from learning how to judge the truly dangerous, from the simply unfamiliar.
Fortunately, we can restore the positive traits that have been smothered by overprotective parenting, by restoring some of the “dangerous” activities that have lately gone missing from childhood. The suggestions below on this score were taken both from 50 Dangerous Things (You Should Let Your Children Do), as well as memories from my own more “free range” childhood. If you grew up a few decades back, these activities may seem “obvious” to you, but they’re less a part of kids’ lives today, and hopefully these reminders can help spark their revival. While each contains a element of danger and chance of injury, these risks can be thoroughly mitigated and managed by you, the parent: Permit or disallow activities based on your child’s individual age, maturity level, and abilities. Take necessary precautions (which are common sense and which I’m not going to entirely spell out for you; you’re a grown-up, not a moron). Teach and demonstrate correct principles, and supervise some practice runs. Once you’ve created this scaffolding of safety, however, try to step back and give your child some independence. Step in only when a real danger exists, or when your adult strength/dexterity/know-how is absolutely necessary. And don’t be afraid to let your kids fail. That’s how they learn and become more resilient.
In return for letting your children grapple with a little bit of healthy risk, the activities below teach motor skills, develop confidence, and get kids acquainted with the use of tools and some of the basic principles of science. Outside any educational justification, however, they’re just plain fun — something we’ve forgotten can be a worthy childhood pursuit in and of itself!
23 Dangerous Things You Should Let You Kids Do
Unlike many of you out there, I grew up in a city. And, my Dad was largely absent. I was given boundaries, though. Don’t cross these streets; Don’t play with these kids; Let us know where you are; Be home for dinner @ 6 o’clock.
Other than that, I was pretty much left to my own devices. Playing in old abandoned houses and construction sites, climbing into open manholes and irrigation conduits. Picking through discarded trash for treasures. Making rocket fuel and fireworks. Dissecting unexploded fireworks. Dirt clod fights. Rubber band guns with projectiles!
I wasn’t foolhardy, but I wasn’t a namby-pamby either!
I remember when my Dad’s .22 rifle went missing. He accused me of taking it, but was most upset I hadn’t asked! (I didn’t take it – it was stolen and later recovered by the PD)
From what I’ve observed, most kids (and most adults) don’t play outside or explore anymore. Instead, they are inside getting carpal tunnel…
(And not in the traditional way! 😛 )
Toss your kid outside, without their electronics. And tell ’em not to return until dinner-time.
They might learn something!
In our last episode (spoken aloud in Don Adams’ Maxwell Smart voice…)
It was determined I do NOT have a blot clot in my lower right leg (twice!), although the leg remains enlarged. Not painful, but engorged. And hard(?) in spots.
I’ve an appointment later in the month with a vascular specialist. Who knows?
The rash I had has largely dissipated (after THREE 5 day courses of Prednisone – thank you very much!) as well as a slow, agonizing decrease of the itch that accompanied it. Rash gone, still itching.
But, the itch has FINALLY gone away.
Roomie continues to suffer from her chronic health problems associated with asthma, COPD, congestive heart failure and emphysema. And NO, she had never smoked tobacco!
She had, however, worked in plant greenhouses and beauty salons (with many of their toxic chemicals) for most of her adult life.
And she is continuing to recover from her shoulder surgery and is getting physical therapy for the same.
Will she be returning to work? Who knows?
We could use the money – but at further risk to her health?
YES! The shower leak has been repaired! The hole in the living room ceiling? Not so much.
roughly 3′ x 4′
Apparently, the contractor and the insurance adjuster disagree regarding the amount to be paid. Or WHEN this is to be done…
I still possess the dead Oldsmobile in my parking space, now growing spiderwebs. There are ‘complications’ with selling it (not to mention I’ve been offered much less than I thought it worth!) Perhaps donation IS the best route(?)
AND, just to add to the fun – during daylight hours one may not exit the front door to the townhouse in safety. The bees who have taken up residence in the tall bush adjacent to the door have become, well, more populous and hyper-vigilant!
Fortunately, this is an HOA problem.
Unfortunately, this is an HOA problem.
When this will get resolved? Who knows?
(I’ll just walk around the back way to get the mail, thank you very much!)
The ‘Adventure’ continues…
When one is broke?
I have been so fortunate in this life. Not in the money/riches sense, but in the helpful friends and family sense.
These most recent trials involving my roommate’s surgery (and subsequent loss of income), coupled with my own health issues (heart, rash, suspected clot) AND repair of the shower leaking through the ceiling (with an insurance deductible, and the insurance company promising they would pay for a hotel room – they didn’t(!) They said the hotel wouldn’t take it (!?)
I’ve a Sister stepped up without my even asking, with the deductible. That was eaten by the plumber and the hotel. And other friends have come forward to make certain I would have a positive bank balance(!)
The insurance company said, as the hotel refused their method of payment, that we could subtract the hotel charges from the deductible. Making today’s visit from the adjuster forty-one dollars and change!
We actually have that.
Will wonders never cease?
But, back to the question. I’ve been told by my generous friends that there is no balance sheet, and, when I am able, to pay it forward.
I’m on permanent disability, and have no savings left, nor credit! Exactly HOW am I supposed to pay it forward?
And, I have some other payments due shortly with which my friends traditionally assist.
(As an aside, I certainly do not feel worthy of such help, or friends. How they made such determinations is beyond me.)
To all of you (and you know who you are) I have undying gratitude and thanks for all the help you have given me over the years.
I just don’t know why I deserve such help, or how to pay it forward?
(in our last episode…)
Let’s see…Heart pain (NOT!), a rash, leg edema, J’s health, water from the upstairs shower into the downstairs…
(It’s been a busy month!)
Shower leakage! We’ve not taken a shower for seven days. Not that we don’t want to. Water began coming through the ceiling into the downstairs, and continuing to bathe in that manner just seemed imprudent.
My washcloth and I have become VERY close.
Call the insurance company, you say? Sure, why not? Not having the $500 deductible at hand was a bit of an issue. Fortunately, my very kind and generous Sister stepped up with a surprise gift allowing us to begin the process of again being able to get clean! Thanks, EL!
Of course, the process is never easy. The plumber says first they must check for residual moisture and damage before beginning. And, due to the age of J’s home, asbestos.
Fortunately, the company who removes the ceiling (and maybe the shower pan) tells us they can eat that cost (the insurance does not cover it!)! Whew!
This morning comes the asbestos test. If negative, the above company may remove the ceiling w/o further adieu, and the plumbers may begin repair this afternoon.
If not…perhaps another day or two of asbestos remediation is involved.
At least things are in process.
Thanks, again, Sis!
As to the other ongoing issues…
J’s health. She has many health issues, some of which are chronic. And is seeing many physicians monthly. She IS recovering nicely from her rotator cuff surgery, and is currently involved in physical therapy for the same. Our thanks to you all again for your kind wishes and help!
NO heart or chest pain. The hospital said I was diagnosed ‘non-cardiac chest pain’ – which means they don’t know, could have been gas or muscle-related.
The rash. I finished my second 5-day run of prednisone, and the rash returned. Going to the pharmacy today to get a third course of graduated prednisone – so when I stop, it tapers off (per the Doctor). If that doesn’t do it, then onto a specialist.
The leg edema. I completed a 10-day course of broad spectrum antibiotics, and it seems to have improved the appearance and size of the leg remarkably! The Doctor has me picking up a diuretic to hopefully complete the job. Coupled with orange juice.
The proximate cause of either the rash or edema? They’ve no idea.
I’m posting this early, as the itching kept me awake, even with the loratadine I’m taking. Anxiously awaiting the pharmacy opening @ 0900 to obtain the additional meds.
Well, that’s it from us here in The Valley of the Sun. Hope you all are doing better than we?
We (both the firearms rights community and humanity) have lost yet another.
I knew him through the Internet and other bloggers. He was both personable and knowledgeable.
BearingArms.com reports that Owens was “a graduate of roughly 400 hours of professional firearms training classes, including square range and force-on force work with handguns and carbines.”
The site added that he was “a past volunteer instructor with Project Appleseed. He most recently received his Vehicle Close Quarters Combat Instructor certification from Centrifuge Training.”
According to Young Conservatives, “Bob was well-respected among conservatives and Second Amendment advocates. He would frequently take on gun control advocates in social media with his classic brand of intelligence and sharp wit, often leaving them in the dust.”
As news of Owens’ death spread on social media, many people expressed sadness. Others hit back at pro gun control supporters who made political statements about Owens’ death. (Heavy.com)
Of course, there was so much more to Bob than just a couple of dry paragraphs.
From Bob, himself:
About the Author
Written By: Bob
Bob Owens is native of North Carolina who began blogging at the politics-focused Confederate Yankee in November 2004 before transitioning to this site in 2011.
In August of 2013 he has been the editor of Townhall’s Second Amendment web site, BearingArms.com, where he now does most of his writing.
Prior to Bearing Arms, Bob was a contributing writer at Pajamas Media and Shooting Illustrated,
He also does Twitter.
He is currently working on his first novel, The Long Way Home, and has published a short Kindle e-book for people interested in purchasing their first firearm, entitled So You Want to Own a Gun. He is a Rifleman and volunteer instructor in the Appleseed Project, where he shares stories of our history and heritage and teaches rifle marksmanship, but mainly likes to play Line Boss.
He is married to the girl of his dreams, and they have two children.
I was told during an extremely low time in my life that being a father meant suicide was no longer an option. In spite of this, I’m not judging Bob – who knows what demons resided in his psyche?
Godspeed, Bob – Requiescat in pacem
(PLEASE – If you are distraught, or worse, ask for help! Everyone, whether they realize it or not, has friends and family who care about them. Don’t take this path! – Guffaw)
Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
(from the Art of Manliness, a selection)
Most of us do not know exactly when the switch will be thrown. Because of this lack of knowledge, planning for a memorable verbiage is probably a pointless endeavor.
In spite of this, it seems many famous (or infamous) figures in history were able to say something memorable.
People have always been intrigued by the last words of others. What did a man use his final breaths to utter? Were they scared as they glimpsed the great beyond, or did they brace up and stoically accept — heck, even welcome — what was coming?
Over the years we’ve compiled a couple collections of last words. We’ve not only combined those articles, but added even more entries to give you this ultimate collection of manly last words. From intriguing to poignant, badass to just plain virile, these words and phrases offer a man the chance to contemplate what he’d say himself right before taking his last mortal breath.
During the Battle of Guadalcanal, Private Ahrens was mortally wounded while single-handedly fighting back a group of Japanese soldiers attempting to infiltrate Allied lines. After his superior officer discovered Ahrens the next morning surrounded by dead Japanese troops, he whispered these words and died.
No, I’ve no plans on leaving just yet. This most recent blood clot scare (NOT a blood clot) did get me to thinking, however. And The Art of Manliness coincidentally provided me with these and some other final thoughts.
You might go and enjoy (?) them.
PS – My friend Kevin Baker of The Smallest Minority is currently battling a DVT blood clot! Please keep a good thought for him!
Borepatch recently posted regarding his dearth of posts.
Hardly. I told him I wait for friends and quality!
I, too, have been remiss in my blogging duties. Either in performing more than the minimum, or in leaving comments for my blogging brethren and sistren.
Turns out, there are reasons.
First, both my roomie and I have had recent health ‘issues’ and concerns. She, a number of surgeries; me, a rash-of-indeterminate origin, a bad fall and a blood clot scare.
Second, my focus has been on trying to help keep us afloat while she misses work (and income).
Third, the ongoing household chores and maintenance – they never stop! Dogs and cats to tend, trash to be taken out, groceries…
Two days ago, a leak from the upstairs shower became apparent, as water began coming through the ceiling!! Do we have homeowner’s insurance? Of course. Can we afford the deductible? NO.
And we have neither diagnostic nor physical plumbing ability…
The good news, is J. was released from her restrictive sling yesterday (following rotator cuff surgery). Only eleven more weeks of physical therapy for her to follow! And four more doctor’s appointments later this month.
My rash is largely gone (although I still itch, somewhat) and my bloated calf seems to be getting smaller. I return Thursday for another follow-up with my doc.
So, Life keeps us busy. And my focus has been less-than-perfect on the blog.
But, we will continue and prevail.