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S***** Shootings

There was yet another s***** shooting Thursday morning at Northern Arizona University, in Flagstaff.  One student was killed.  Three injured.  For once, a suspect was arrested.  Turns out, it was the result of dispute between frat boys, not some random wacko as we are getting used being directed to hearing about.

And this is my point.  WHY is this being reported as another s***** shooting?  Would it have had the same reportage off campus?  Or if they were simply young men who were NOT in school?  And WHY are ‘we’ (the media) focused on s*****s, in particular?  And shootings altogether?

There are certainly more potential victims in shopping malls.  In hospitals.  OH, the age factor – innocent (college) youth.  How about day-care centers?

And other physical assaults.  Knives.  There have been numerous knife assaults on people in China.  And knife crime is rampant in the U.K.  Bombs?

These are in no way suggestions.

Is it the mass murder possibility that draws our attention?  Gun free zones (like Fort Hood – NOT a school)?

In many jurisdictions, possessing a firearm on a school campus is verboten.  Except by the ‘authorities’, of course.  We have seen how well that system has worked.

Using the moniker s***** is much the same as the term g** violence.  It draws attention to a specific venue and tool, to exclusion of all others!  Skewing the statistics.

And, recent FBI statistics show that a large increase in legal firearms ownership has decreased crime.  (I put ‘legal’ in there to exclude Chicago, wherein there were many more shootings and fatalities over the past XX weekends.  Involving gangs and stolen firearms.

Pick a weekend.

And most of those involved B**** on B**** violence, as long are we’re being exclusive.

But, ‘we’, ‘the media’ are reluctant to mention that…

I guess it’s considered racist.

The Great Escape

(Sadly, not the exceptional book by Paul Brickhill, nor the film based on it by John Sturgis)

I rent-a-room from my ex-gf J.  We dated a few years ago for about four years, and have remained friends.  Hell, she offered me a room in which to land when I lost my home!

The point being, we have been acquainted for going on eleven years(!)  And I with her menagerie – a smattering of chihuahuas and cats.  Some of whom have passed on (Mike was a terrific boy kitty!).   Others remain, and continue to age.

Fooling us into complacency.

The drill used to be to make certain the gate from the back yard into the parking lot was secure, because DYLAN could escape.  And has.

When I first met Dylan (which I privately spell Dillon – gun folk will get it), she was three, and very animated and active.

And she did get loose a couple of times, running willy-nilly, constantly checking for pursuers over her shoulder and laughing.  She was a rescue dog, and had probably lived on the street for some time.  Of course, the main fear was she’d run into the street and get killed.

Now, she’s going on 15-years-old, and has an arthritic back leg.  Spends most of her time sleeping, sometimes with one eye pealed for the cats or the puppy.  She moves kinda slow.

We were alerted by the (evil) HOA to keep our back gate unlocked (an impossibility, due to the spring-loaded lock) lest they need access to make ‘authorized’ repairs and improvements.  For a specific three day period.  And we were used to the gate being closed and secure.

So we had to leave it ajar for the three days.

I wasn’t worried.  Dylan could barely walk, and D.J. (the happy boy idiot dog) wouldn’t leave, regardless. And Lola (the puppy) generally used paper inside by the back door.  (She was a showgirl, ya know!)

Part of the morning routine was to check the backyard for maintenance folk, close the gate, THEN let the critters out.  But the habit, based on years of programming, was just let them out.

You can see where this is going, can’t you?

I let them out, then looked up to see the gate still ajar about a foot.  I wasn’t worried.

Then, Dylan looked at me and bolted out the gate like a shot!  I quickly ran (well, relatively quickly) and called to her.  There she was, as if she were again three, running away, looking over her shoulder at me.

And laughing.

I let D.J. back inside, secured Lola in her kennel and yelled to J that Dylan was loose.  She ran out back with her car keys.  I searched the opposite direction on foot.

J. is asthmatic.  Going to her car is her best bet.  I’m crippled.  Hobbling slowly after a very fast puppy old lady dog is the best I could do.

Dylan did her best to stay about 60 feet ahead of me, even taking time for a ‘rest stop’ – just to mock my pursuit!  J. drove around the parking lot slowly, searching.  After about 15 minutes, I chased her to Judy, who scooped her up into her car and went home!

She ended up running a few hundred yards.  Which I ended up walking.  Slowly and painfully.

The important things are Dylan is back home safe, Judy is breathing okay, and I have additional pain medication.

Here is Dylan, after her little ‘adventure’.



Love Of Lovecraft

JDZ (Never Yet Melted) waxed on (and off) regarding (H)oward (P)hillips Lovecraft, dark science fiction/fantasy author, bigot extraordinaire and photophobe.  Below:

H.P. Lovecraft: Too Popular to be Ignored, Too Un-PC to be Acceptible

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H.P. Lovecraft by Lee Moyer.

Philip Eil, in the Atlantic, contemplates with unease the posthumous rise to fame and pop culture ascendancy of the visionary horror pulp writer H.P. Lovecraft.

Lovecraft, you see, was not just a pulp writer. He was a passionate, nearly hydrophobic racist and anti-Semite, whose letters are absolutely filled with expressions of distaste for the presence, appearance, physiognomy, and even the odor, of Jews, Negroes, Asians, and persons of Southern European origin. The sight (and the smell), when encountered on city streets, of the result of 1900-era mass immigration could make the Mayflower-descended Lovecraft literally physically ill.

Hence, the dilemma troubling Mr. Eil: today’s American establishment culture faithfully worships at the altar of fame and success, but it simultaneously wants to cast out and obliterate anyone or anything incompatible with its own fanatically egalitarian ideology. Some pretty serious chin-stroking is in order here.

[N]o tale of posthumous success is quite as spectacular as that of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, the “cosmic horror” writer who died in Providence, Rhode Island, in 1937 at the age of 46. The circumstances of Lovecraft’s final years were as bleak as anyone’s. He ate expired canned food and wrote to a friend, “I was never closer to the bread-line.” He never saw his stories collectively published in book form, and, before succumbing to intestinal cancer, he wrote, “I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales, and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favorite weird authors.” Among the last words the author uttered were, “Sometimes the pain is unbearable.” His obituary in the Providence Evening Bulletin was “full of errors large and small,” according to his biographer.

Nowadays, it’s hard to imagine Lovecraft faced such poverty and obscurity, when regions of Pluto are named for Lovecraftian monsters, the World Fantasy Award trophy bears his likeness, his work appears in the Library of America, the New York Review of Books calls him “The King of Weird,” and his face is printed on everything from beer cans to baby booksto thong underwear. The author hasn’t just escaped anonymity; he’s reached the highest levels of critical and cultural success. His is perhaps the craziest literary afterlife this country has ever seen. …

My feelings on Lovecraft—as a bibliophile, a lover of Providence history, a Jew, a fan of his writing, a teacher who assigns his stories—are complicated. At their best, his tales achieve a visceral eeriness, or fling the reader’s imagination to the furthest depths of outer space. Once you develop a taste for his maximalist style, these stories become addictive. But my admiration is always coupled with the knowledge that Lovecraft would have found my Jewish heritage repugnant, and that he saw our shared hometown as a haven from the waves of immigrants he saw as infecting other cities. (“America has lost New York to the mongrels, but the sun shines just as brightly over Providence,” he wrote to a friend in 1926.)

I haven’t made peace with this tension, and I’m not sure I ever will. But I have decided that perhaps he’s the literary icon our country deserves. The stories he conjured, in many ways, say as much about his bigotry as they do his genius. Or, as Moore writes, “Coded in an alphabet of monsters, Lovecraft’s writings offer a potential key to understanding our current dilemma.”


Eventually also, we shall dissect Charles Beaumont, assuming I can get my soul essence back above ground, from whence Mr. Lovecraft’s character’s liked to dwell.

All hail Cthulu!

Personally, I like dark.  I like intense.  I like Poe.  The works of Charles Fort.  I don’t read as much as I should.  And currently, I’ve been sticking to history and politics.

Now I will leave you, with homage to H.P. here in this Phoenician Sun, I remember the cool air… 

A Last-Ditch Knife

My roomie’s birthday was recently.  Last year, I had no funds, so we went out to dinner, and I grew a beard (she’s a hairdresser).  (NOT in the same night!)

I didn’t know what I was going to do this year – then I saw THIS on Gearhog!


It’s a Mantis Cyclops knife.  Worn on a neck chain, it’s deployed by putting a finger through the center and pulling.  The separates the knife from the chain, and opens the hawk-shaped blade!


The circular sheath is aircraft-grade aluminum; the ‘key’ (attaching the knife to the chain) is titanium!  It is quite strong, and very light.

And stealthy…

FORTUNATELY, my roomie collects knives – she always has two or three in her purse (along with the tac flashlight and Nighthawk, of course!)

This could add another option.  (I got one for myself, as well!)

AND, it’s made in Taiwan, not the PRC!  :-)

(FTC – look elsewhere.  I paid for them both.  Gearhog and Mantis have given me bupkis.)

Browsers, Again (Sigh)

Well, it must be that time of year, again.

Or of the month.

I’ve having difficulty with my browser.


I did find I was having ‘issues’ with Comodo Dragon, and Comodo Ice Dragon, and FireFox.

(FireFox is my favorite.)

SO, I’m back to using Opera, which is iffy, at best….

But, it is working better than the others, currently.

It’s always something.


I cannot afford a new machine, have a good router, like Windows 7, and have good malware and security software.  But simply cannot stay ahead of the grade school kids who like messing with ‘the system’!

(The GOOD NEWS is I can leave comments on Laginappe’s Lair again!)



Courtesy of Claire Wolfe…



Aren’t they slick? And sleek. And tough. And Kershaw quality all the way. We’ve just gotten these customized, Ken Onion-designed spring-assist folders. Check them out in our store.

TZP president Brad Alpert (of the Missouri Bullet Company) chose them personally, and as soon as I heard he’d selected a Kershaw I knew they’d be good. The two Kershaws I own are as sharp and beautiful as when they were new (and that’s despite the fact that I got one of them at a garage sale from somebody who’d put it to hard use). This one’s going to be a classic.

Need I say: get ‘em while they last. :-)


THREE-YEAR MEMBERS, don’t forget! If you’re a 3-year Founding Member, you get 10% off all TZP store purchases (excluding our CafePress and Queensboro stores). If you’re a Premium Founding Member, your discount is 15%.

You must be logged in to your account to get the discount, so if you don’t yet have a login, create one. If you didn’t get your introductory email with login instructions or you’ve lost track of it, contact us at tzpstore-at-zelmanpartisans-dot-com and we’ll see that you get the info.


Custom kippot to come: At the suggestion of one of our supporters, we’ll be adding TZP custom kippot (aka kippahs or yarmulkes) to the store around Independence day. Watch for them. These will be quality linen kippot with an embroidered TZP logo. Great conversation starters. (And depending on how irreverent your sense of humor is, you don’t even have to be a Jewish man to wear one. Or two.)

We apologize. Quite a bit of outgoing TZP email has disappeared into the ether. We hope to fix this soon by moving to a new server. In the meantime, if you didn’t get a receipt or other acknowledgement from us, it’s most likely our problem and we’re working on it.

Snail mail payment option available: A few people have said they will not or cannot use PayPal. If you want to join TZP or buy from our store, we now have a snailing address for taking orders. Contact us at tzpstore-at-zelmanpartisans-dot-com and we’ll email the address to you.


We’ve been so moved by the support you’ve given TZP right from the beginning. You should know what we’re planning for the future. First order of business, as you see, is to keep good, informative blogging going while also creating some steady income through memberships and product sales.

With that in mind, we’re focusing on building an excellent store. Not a big store, but one featuring quality goods you can’t get elsewhere. When that’s farther along we’ll undertake our first special project. What will it be? Video? Campaign? Book? A line of user-friendly booklets (like the late, great Gran’pa Jacks from Aaron’s JPFO)? We don’t know yet. When that time comes we’ll probably ask your help in determining the best project to educate, excite, and keep the Zelman legacy strong.

We’re aiming for slow, but steady and responsible, growth. Meantime, everyone involved with TZP remains a volunteer. From the officers to the writers to order fulfillers, everyone’s here solely out of commitment to the cause.

Thanks for being with the Partisans.

(Now go grab yourself a knife.)

I LUVS me my Kershaw Blur!  And covet pretty much every other Kershaw I’ve seen.  And how great to honor Aaron Zelman.  (and FTC –  Kershaw gives me nothing save fine knives at a good price!)

h/t The Zelman Partisans

Different Drummer – A Musical Lifetime

I’ve always been a little different musically…

My real mother (who passed when I was in the second grade) had lots of 78 RPM records of classical music – including The Nutcracker Suite done straight by Spike Jones!  I still have some of them.

My dad was a big band kinda guy.  And 50’s crooners.  Perry Como, etc.

And my exposure to music didn’t include most rock-and-roll or folk.  (My sister worshipped Elvis, though.)

In grade school, a friend asked me if I liked ‘popular music’.  I said no.  He replied, “not even Mister Tambourine Man?”

I had never heard it.

I was too busy listening to Johann Sebastian Bach.

I loved – and love – this piece:

My leg disability developed between Eighth Grade and High School.  No P.E. for Guffaw.  The high school principal ask me if I could play an instrument.  I could not.  He said, “Well it’s Choir for you!”, as if it were some kind of punishment.

I loved choir.  They taught me how to sing (in the baroque manner), and  how to read music.  And how to appreciate Jazz! (Stan Getz, anyone?)

We even made All-State when I was a Senior, and we got to sing on the stage at the university’s Grady Gammage Auditorium (designed by Frank Lloyd Wright!)

It was after I graduated and went on to college that I developed a liking for popular music.  The Beatles, The Eagles, Credence Clearwater Revival, Linda Ronstadt, Fleetwood Mac, Emerson, Lake and Palmer and many others.  Jethro Tull.  I even taught myself a bit of flute to play along!

But Bach will always be my first musical love.

Los Dos Ascos

I like certain Mexican food dishes.  Being a somewhat picky (American) food eater, like art, I know what I like.  I’m even pickier with ethnic food.

J. has been pining to revisit a Mexican food place of yore – one she went to years ago, and one of her clients has been recently raving about.

chipsLos Dos Molinos

(Locals may note I’m NOT linking to them!)

We opted to go the other afternoon.  There are four locations – we went to the one she visited over 10 years ago.  In a less-than-good part of town, it’s ‘colorful’, like a dive bar is colorful.

We went in anyway.

Yep.  Dive (Mexican) bar restaurant chic.

It took them forever after they seated us to get us menus.  Both of us being fans of Margaritas, and the restaurant lauding many varieties and ‘authenticity’, we opted for a pitcher of the house Marg.


Picture lime flavored Crystal Light, iced to dilution, with enough cheap tequila to give you a cheap buzz.  $21.00 a pitcher!!!  Not worth $3.00.

Our entrees were also poor.  J.’s machaca chimichanga I’m told was tasteless – my chimi was quite spicy (in keeping with the New Mexican Mexican vibe), but soggy.  At least hers was crisp.

We complained to the waitress/bartender, who at least didn’t charge us for the pitcher.

We like to support local business when we can afford to.

We’ll not be returning here.



not my car, same color

…well, more problems with my 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue!

I was running an important errand for roommate J. evening last (well, going to a soft ice cream emporium for pumpkin pie blizzards appropriately healthy treats!), when I noticed the car was running kinda doggy.  And the battery light on the dash lit up – as did some other miscellaneous lights.  And even seeing the lit dashboard was becoming a challenge…!

All this while in line at the DQ!

Fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately) this is about 1/4 mile South of our residence.

So I limped her home in the dark, lights and engine in various states of fail, praying for her not to die in the street.  And for no constables to be patrolling nearby.  And my prayers were answered!


I was able to coax her to just outside our respective marked covered parking spaces.  Emphasis on the just.

And there she died.

I attempted to physically push her into my space, being the fat cripple I am, and failed miserably.  And the area directly behind the parking spaces is a private drive – a road – wherein traffic has been known to travel.  So I couldn’t just leave her there!  The H.O.A. would have her towed probably before my key hit my lock.

So, I called J., my roommate, landlady, and friend, who was lounging inside awaiting her Blizzard healthy snack.  Thank the gods for cellular telephones.

She responded tuit suite, and together we pushed my Intrigue into my space.  Again kinda.

She’s difficult to maneuver with no power steering, and two persons-of-our-vintage with various physical issues don’t help much, either.  J. had to retreat because of her asthma and move HER car to a different space so mine can sit comfortably – albeit diagonally – across our two allotted spaces.

Next, the problem of diagnosing what exactly is wrong, and coming up with the money to fix her.

SIGH – it’s always something!

At least she’s not on the street!  :-)

AND, about an hour later, there was enough juice to close the driver’s window and secure the vehicle!  HUZZAH!

Pahk Ya Cah? Can’t! They’ll be BLOOD IN THE STREETS!

(from JayG, in part)

More great news from the land I escaped…

Boston Puts Brakes On Haystack Parking App

A new app that allows people to find parking spaces in Boston is being shut down in response to a vote by the city council.

A new ordinance outlaws services that allow people to sell or save public parking spaces.

Got that? The app helped people find parking spaces, so what was the response from Boston? BAN IT. Smell that? It smells like Massachusetts. It gets better, though:

“They are dealing in hypotheticals. We’ve had no reported issues. We’ve heard this rhetoric, ‘There’s going to be blood in the streets,’ and that hasn’t happened. We’ve had over 1,000 successful transactions, and we haven’t seen any of that.”

Ah, yes, blood in the streets. We’ve never heard that prediction before. Ever. And even if we had, it certainly came true, right?

Of course, he’s referring to more citizens owning legal firearms.  And they have, and the whole blood thing hasn’t materialized.

And violent crime has dropped where gun ownership has increased.

Even in places like Chicago and Detroit!

Personally, I believe governments should think long and hard before banning anything in a ‘free’ country. – Guffaw

"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas - how he got in my pajamas I dunno!" - Groucho Marx as Captain Spaulding in Animal Crackers

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It’s about who is at the tiller of this Republic’s Ship of State. - Guffaw



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