“It depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is. …” – William Jefferson Clinton
The Quote of The Day (courtesy of Joe Huffman)
The term “assault weapon” is the fake term. “Assault rifle”, or Sturmgewehr, is the correct term for a light rifle or carbine firing an intermediate power cartridge (more powerful than a typical pistol but less powerful than a typical high powered rifle), having full automatic fire capability and feeding from a detachable magazine. The largely cosmetic feature of the pistol grip stock is a other, possibly defining trait, being the THE original Sturmgewehr (fielded by the National Socialist Workers’ Party) had a pistol grip stock.
The serious use of the term “assault weapon” pretty well defines a person as having little or no credibility in regard to firearms. Today’s socialists are pissed off at seeing anything that even resembles an assault rifle, I do herein posit, mainly because it’s THEIR weapon design and they don’t like seeing advocates of liberty carrying THEIR weapon.
August 9, 2015
Food for thought.
Or at least food for amusement.
I generally do not allow the livestock into my room. Because of mild allergies and annoyances – as it is my ‘sanctuary’.
HOWEVER, the ‘kitten’ Belle (who is now over one year; officially a cat) does sometimes get in. She is generally friendly and loving (except the whole trying-to-trip-me-on-the-stairs thing). And there is something soothing about petting a cat and hearing her purr.
BUT, she does like to explore, and find mischief. Like going to my desk and retrieving wrapped sugar-free cough drops as toys. Which she then drops to the floor, making them dog fodder – should they get in. And for me to step on, later.
The biggest annoyance, though, is as my computer is open on my desk – she walks on and sometimes lays on the keyboard! When this happens, two things occur:
The other morning, I began my usual rituals ending with sitting at my desk and starting to do my blog. Suddenly, it became VERY clear that anything I typed (No, TRIED to type) wasn’t working! It was as if the keyboard were haunted! Periods became <, even when the caps lock was off! Highlighting text (to cut and paste into my blog software) became very finicky and non-responsive. I actually began thinking I would not be able to use my PC to blog on and would have to resort to my tablet, which would be much more difficult.
Much cursing, whining and praying ensued.
After roughly 45 minutes, some combination of keyboard tweaks I tried actually WORKED! I was able to do the blog as I usually do, complete with correct punctuation! HUZZAH! Of course, I’ve no idea how I fixed things, exactly…
The plan, now, is to remove the wireless keyboard to an undisclosed location, if I am not using it, lest the kitten invade again.
And to figure out how she’s getting to those websites.
NO, not those ones!
Old NFO was kind enough to remind us, after having watched the ‘debate’, do we have to watch another 17 months of this!?
My answer: NO.
First, it wasn’t a debate. I did debate in high school – this was not it. There hasn’t been anything resembling a Presidential Debate since Kennedy/Nixon.
Second, they can say anything they want! They are not under oath. It would be more amusing had the Federal Election Commission swore them all in to tell the truth. Then, post election, if any elected official violated his/her oath…
I can dream.
Once upon a time…
A friend with breathing and heart issues (mentioned before in these pages) was recommended by their pulmonologist to wear an apparatus whilst sleeping.
To measure whether or not they were getting enough oxygen while they were asleep.
A small device – a wrist watch apparatus connected to a finger tip thingee – much as they use at doctor’s offices and hospitals to measure oxygen absorption. To be worn during a minimum of five hours of sleep.
The machine was delivered, and it was asked it be left outside the door for collection the next day.
A one-night procedure.
And so it came to pass.
A poor night’s sleep ensued.
Including a number of visits to the loo.
Upon awakening, the patient stretched, and a voice was heard emanating from the wrist watch device, “Good morning, XXXXXX!”
This scared the living hell out of the patient, as they thought this was a data collection device and not a surveillance-two way communication device!
Good thing they watched PG-rated television at bedtime, instead of something less of a more adult nature…
Medical surveillance, indeed!
I’m quietly resting on my laurels, thinking the ‘chores’ (a word from childhood I loathe!) are completed, when the lady of the house says to me,
“We have more plants to move in the back yard so the painters can access the walls.”
But, it must be done. After all, if we don’t move the stuff, the walls won’t get properly painted. And, I’m certain, the HOA would try to fine us for noncompliance with the bylaws. (Being a townhouse H.O.A. and all!)
So, it’s back out into the yard for us! Sigh.
Fortunately, we didn’t have THAT much to do. Mostly pry a large, overgrown yucca from it’s perch and move it about six feet away from the wall.
Using a shovel, hand truck and brute force.
(Note to self – Yucca are SHARP!)
BUT, we accomplished the task. Here is a picture of the side of the yard, showing about half the plants, tools, cacti and succulents we moved:
And, of course, once the painting, exterior maintenance and noise are completed, we will get to move everything BACK!
As my Dad used to say, no rest for the wicked!
We (here at our townhouses) have been hearing for some months now about ‘improvements’ to be made on the exterior (many at our expense) by the ‘maintenance’ folks, as ordered by the HOA (homeowner’s association).
FINALLY, they are getting to it.
And they gave us TWO DAYS NOTICE to make our yard ready for the incursion of workers, and loud noises, for up to SEVEN DAYS (beginning @ 0630) , including leaving our (broken) back gate unlocked (the one with a spring-loaded lock, making it virtually impossible to leave it unlocked), lest they hire a locksmith @ $75.00/hour to open it!
So, we spent three days moving the many potted plants – including cacti (and succulents), sized in pots 3 inch to 30 inch across, along with pavers, bricks, empty pots, yard ‘decor’, tools, and all manner of things adjacent to the North fence, so they can do their work.
J. had jury duty on the first day, so I did my part on my own, with painful results. It seems it’s preferential to wear my flat (normal) shoe in lieu of ED SULLIVAN (the really big shoe) when working physically on uneven dirt and gravel surfaces.
Lest I fall, which I did…
I careened forward, landing across some pots and pavers I had just stacked, bruising and scraping my right arm and knocking the pottery into a glass yard globe, which promptly shattered.
Fortunately, I didn’t propel forward enough to land on the glass!
THEN, I had glass to clean up!
Hopefully, this’ll all be completed soon (maybe they will fix the gate?) The arm is healing nicely, and additional pain meds are helping with the jarring of my skeleton and resulting muscle pains of physical labor.
It’s nice they chose frickin’ JULY and AUGUST to undertake these tasks, when DECEMBER would have been so much cooler!
Nothing happens, no one cares! (G. Carlin) :-)
Reportedly, a man died, and wasn’t discovered for several days. Upon inventorying his belongings, authorities discovered 1200 firearms!
And here’s the money quote…
“We don’t think the weapons are illegal. We are taking them for public safety,” said Sgt. David Craig of the LAPD’s gang and narcotics division. He said investigators removed the weapons to ensure the ammunition and guns wouldn’t be stolen from the home.
So the guy had a bunch of firearms – SO WHAT? Then he died of cancer.
This is what Say Uncle said…
Sorry Unc., I prefer a ‘collection’.
It’s less pejorative.
(for those who missed this!)
The lovely and brilliant TAMARA takes the Internets, AGAIN! It seems some media fools were demonstrating how to use a portable fire extinguisher, when this exchange came about:
I am including in the dialogue the parts where I was yelling at the television. (Tamara)
Savannah Guthrie: “A lot of us are intimidated though, like, by the idea of turning it on…” *makes gestures and facial expressions as though she’s holding a well-greased and annoyed cobra at arms length*
Me: “Wut?” *tilts head on side like RCA Victor mascot*
Jeff Rossen: “I… I will tell you, I actually never used a fire extinguisher before and I thought there would be a kickback and I was afraid to use it…”
Me: (yelling) “OH. MY. GOD! It’s a fire extinguisher, you sackless herbivore! What are you afraid of, you big girl’s blouse?“
It had honestly never crossed my mind that a grown human being could feel an ounce of trepidation about a fire extinguisher. That’s like… I don’t know, being scared of pillows, or footstools, or filing cabinets. And whatever you call this bizarre phobia, two out of five Manhattanites on my TV screen just admitted to suffering from it!
I suspect said Manhattanites are ferried to work by limousine, and returned to their condos nightly under the watchful eyes of armed security. No wonder they scoff at those of us in fly-over-states who seek self-sufficiency and self-protection.
EVERYTHING IS DONE FOR THEM!
It’s as though they are AGE 5 !
BRAVA, once again! – all hail the Queen of Snark!
Old-Timers will completely get this.
(Youngsters, not as much!) :-)
I remember a time (voice fades out, looking wistfully skyward…)
When a random thought regarding some subject entered my mind, And I wanted to know more about it. So, I checked my bookshelf for dictionaries, encyclopedias and reference books.
If THAT failed…
It was a trip to the public or college library, next chance I got, searching for similar materials and more specific ones about the subject. Later-in-life, as a private investigator, city directories and telephone directories sometimes offered help.
And failing all that, the reference desk librarians.
But, all this took time, legwork and shoe leather. It was what we had.
Since the early 90’s, most of us have had access to The Internet. And now many of the same reference materials are available on line.
More quickly and with less walking.
I wonder what we old-timers will be wistfully thinking about The Internet in 10 or 20 years?
Ain’t technology grand?
Or have we been sucked in to a vortex of uber-surveillance, wherein ‘they’ can watch and record our every movement and action. And what were look for on the ‘net, and where we shop, what we buy, how and where we travel and work? With whom we communicate and associate? What ideas we share?
Of course, the same data was available 25 years ago. But took much more in-person research and surveillance. And time.
(Puts tin-foil chapeau back on and skulks back into the shadows…)
from Bayou Renaissance Man (in part):
The Telegraph’s observation bears repeating. Inequality is not poverty. Furthermore, equality does not consist of, and cannot be measured against, economic factors alone. What the framers of our Constitution sought was equality of opportunity. What the progressive left seeks is equality of outcomes – and they’ll impose that on us by legislative fiat if they can, regardless of its (lack of) truth and the failure of every society in history to accomplish anything of the sort by direction.
It’s a frightening prospect to consider how much damage social justice warriors can do at the helm of every administrative department in the government. That’s yet another reason to reduce the size of that government to the necessary minimum, and ensure that its bureaucrats are aware that they serve in accordance with the Constitution and are subordinate to its requirements. They don’t have the authority, or the right, to ignore it and/or reinterpret it according to their whims.
And, to all you Social Justice Warriors out there –
KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OTHER PEOPLE’S STUFF!
(Remembering originally The Declaration of Independence read Life, Liberty and PROPERTY!)