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Memorable Movie Mistakes

I’ve not been ‘on a date’ in some time.  It’s simply a matter of logistics – I’ve no extraneous funds and my car is a beater with no air conditioning.

The fact that I don’t travel is any circles with available women has nothing to do with it!

😛

I was thinking this morning about a few of my more memorable dates in the distant past.  Some with fondness; some not-so-much.

I used to like to attend the cinema.  There were many first-run films each week, lots of theaters from which to choose, and who doesn’t like sitting in the dark with a young woman? (this was in my 20’s – before I had been married, and subsequently divorced).

Now, of course, there are fewer movies and movie houses.  And one may sit at home in one’s skivvies and watch videos until the cows come home, with beer, pizza, and (if one is so lucky) company.

AND, one may pause to go to the bathroom!

Times have changed.

ANYWAY, I remembered a couple of dates.  One was a later Hitchcock film.  I did (and DO love Alfred Hitchcock).  My date said she did as well.  Were post-date antics in the offing?

Sadly NO.  The film was Frenzy.  A film of a serial killer rapist, made in London.  I think it was the first time Hitch actually exposed breasts on film.  Following a violent rape and strangulation.  Hardly something to arouse a normal young woman to later romance.

Sigh.

Another time, a former girlfriend returned to town and looked me up.  We went out a few times, and I had hope of rekindling the romance.  But, it was not to be…

She had mentioned she liked Burt Reynolds.  There was a new film out with him in it.  I thought “Hey!  Maybe this will get things going again?”

Hardly.  The film was Deliverance.  You remember – dueling banjos, homosexual rape?

I just couldn’t get a break!

(as an aside, the consummate actor Ned Beatty was the rape victim here.  I’ve wondered about the audition…“Hey, pages 18 and 19 are missing?  Don’t worry about it, Ned.)

“I’ve Fallen, And I Can’t Get Up!”™

… and I’m not even an old Jewish woman! 

(My blogpost title is marked as a trademark, as the phrase is now legally linked with Life Alert™, the ad where I stole the phrase.)

(Yeah, yeah, political correctness – watch the original ad!)

One of my jobs is to retrieve the mail. We share one of those communal mailboxes about 100 steps from our front door. (I miss having a house with a mail chute built – in! But I digress.)

So last night I go out to retrieve the mail. Undoubtedly ads, solicitations, bills and perhaps collection notices, all for our enjoyment.

I noticed there was a significant breeze, cool, but not cold.

And no one else was outside to enjoy it. 

On my return trip, I did exactly that. I tripped. I suspect ‘Ed Sullivan’ (the really big shoe)* caught on one of those dividers they place in concrete sidewalks.

And down I went, pitching forward, my eyeglasses flying forward.

The ‘good news’ is I reverted to old karate training (from a Bruce Tegner book?) Instead of putting my arms out straight (ensuring a break or sprain), I placed them as if going down in a push-up – to absorb some of the shock. (Having a fused right hip, I am unable to bend all my joints and roll.)

I hit the sidewalk, felt some pain in my palms, and left ribs.

(Ok, so I didn’t do it perfectly. It’s only been 50 years or so.)

I rolled on my left side and began inventory. Hands, wrists, arms, no apparent sprains or breaks. Pain in my ribs, just below my left chest. It hurt a little when I breathe.   Palms hurt, but not any abrasions.  Glasses unscratched and unbent!

Now for the fun part. For a few years now, getting up off a flat surface has been challenging. To say the least. If I have foot stools, or something low and stable I can pull myself up on, incrementally, I’m golden.

If things are just flat, not so much.  (not being able to bend like normal folks, and having less body strength in my arms and left leg)

And, while I did yell aloud upon impact (a kiai?), no one came outside to investigate. It was 1940 hours, and dark.

What to do, what to do? 

I considered, for about two seconds, crawling across the sidewalk, to a narrow grassy area to the colored gravel adjacent to the townhouse stucco wall. There, using the wall (I reasoned) I could get a purchase and pull myself up!

Crawling, especially across gravel with sore ribs didn’t have much appeal to me, which is why I only thought about it for a couple seconds.

I know! I’Il call J., my roommate! She had said she was going to join me downstairs shortly.

Of course, sometimes she goes back to her nap, and turns off her phone! (911?)

I called, and she answered. She is recovering from shoulder surgery – there is no way she can pull me up…

I explained to her what had happened, and asked her to bring the aluminum patio chair out to me, that it might work for me to get myself up.

No dice! It was to high for me to get enough leverage. I suggested she knock on neighbor’s doors, until she found some help. Failing that, it was 911 for sure!

I think it was on her third try. Neighbors we didn’t know (and how sad is that?), a nice young man who was active in martial arts and sports medicine (a Twilight Zone moment, to be sure!) came, assessed me before touching me, then lifted me to my feet as if it were no big deal(!)  He walked J. and I to our door, not letting go until he was certain I was ambulatory.  He asked where all the blood was from – I didn’t know there had been any!  He said I should get ‘checked out’ (as if I were in my eighties and broke my hip).  I thanked him profusely.

Turns out I led with my chin**.  A couple of abrasions that wouldn’t stop bleeding until I shaved off the kung-fu beard! (A disappointment for J.)  I may have to grow it back. We’ll see.

Blood? What blood?

The never-ending bleed

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I have had broken ribs a couple of times. These are only bruised. I take pain meds for ongoing conditions, anyway. No biggie.  Unless I cough, sneeze, reach for something, bend – you get the idea!

Getting old ain’t for sissies, no siree!

 

*Ed Sullivan was a variety showman on TV from the late 40’s ’til the early 70’s.  He used to say, “We have a really big show – pronouncing it as shoe.  Youngsters, ask your parents!  I wear a built up shoe on my right leg – hence the clever nickname.

**Faces are VERY vascular (they can bleed a lot).

On Pedophilia

(Here’s a hint, I’m against it!)

And so is Peter.  Vehemently, as he writes below:

Pedophilia does “no lasting harm”??? Yeah, right!

Richard Dawkins, well known for his militant atheism, has really put his foot in it this time.

In a recent interview with the Times magazine, Richard Dawkins attempted to defend what he called “mild pedophilia,” which, he says, he personally experienced as a young child and does not believe causes “lasting harm.”

Dawkins went on to say that one of his former school masters “pulled me on his knee and put his hand inside my shorts,” and that to condemn this “mild touching up” as sexual abuse today would somehow be unfair.

. . .

Child welfare experts responded to Dawkins’ remarks with outrage — and concern over their effect on survivors of abuse.

There’s more at the link.

All I can say is, as a pastor and clinical counselor, I’ve had a great deal of experience trying to help the victims of pedophiles. Many went on to become pedophiles themselves – a cycle that carries on down the centuries, if you go back far enough.  Others have had their confidence in themselves destroyed, their ability to love and be love corroded, and their lives ruined.

I’m a strong believer in the rule of law.  I’ve worked inside the criminal justice system to help promote the rule of law.  Nevertheless, if there’s any one sin or crime that cries out to Almighty God for vengeance, it’s pedophilia.  In the words of Jesus himself:

But who so shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.

You can debate, if you wish, whether those words were meant to include pedophilia, or merely other types of offence.  Personally, I have little doubt.  No, scratch that – I have no doubt.  If a pedophile were caught in flagrante delicto, I would have few or no moral qualms if the parents of the child concerned executed him on the spot.  I think there’d be little or no sin in that;  in fact, I could make a strong case for it being the justice of an outraged God.

Pedophiles can’t be cured.  Time after time that’s been tried, and failed miserably.  They can only be prevented from committing their crimes, either by incarcerating them where they can’t get at children, or by executing them.  Harsh?  Yes, it is harsh.  Having seen too many children’s innocence destroyed by pedophiles, my feelings towards the latter are very harsh indeed!  Right now, I’m not feeling particularly charitable towards Mr. Dawkins, either . . .

Peter

As I got older, one of the things I never expected to experience was to meet and befriend a number of people – women and men – who had been sexually abused as children.  ALL became profoundly damaged adults.  Some even became abusers.  Such is the nature of pedophilia.
If I had encountered a pedophile in the act, I too, would have no problem dispatching the miscreant.
“Some people just need killing.”
attributed to Clint Eastwood, John Wayne and a number of historical folks

♫ Everything That’s Old Is New Again ♫ Dos…

CLEVELAND: DEMONSTRATORS THROWING URINE FILLED BALLOONS AT POLICE, USING LARGE SQUIRT GUNS

Via Billy

https://i0.wp.com/static.conservativetribune.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/protesters-vs-police-in-Cleveland.jpg

This actually shouldn’t really come as a surprise to anyone, as some of the Occupy Wall Street protests of several years ago were known to feature the use of bodily waste in some form or fashion, whether in a balloon thrown at a cop or a big steaming pile on top of a police cruiser.

Furthermore, there was an unconfirmed report just a couple of days ago during the lead up to the convention in Cleveland that law enforcement had discovered and taken possession of a “stockpile” of more than 100 pounds of human waste meant to fill balloons, no doubt for Tuesday’s lovely demonstration of tolerance and civility.

I remember, in a previous lifetime, a discussion with a high-school classmate, regarding the then-not-so-recent unpleasantness at the 1968 Democratic Convention.  You see, he had recently moved from the Chicago area, had participated in those protests, and was an avowed communist.  And the ‘media’ had repeatedly shown abuse of the poor demonstrators by police on the nightly news. (“The whole world’s watching, the whole world’s watching!”)
I’d heard rumors about the demonstrators using similar tactics (baggies filled with excrement and urine) against the police, to incite them to violence.
Of course, these disgusting assaults were not reported in the main stream media…
So, I asked him.  And he said, yes, the tactics were indeed true.
Then he exclaimed “F****** PIGS!”  No regret or apology in the offing.
It’s nice to know that The Left continues to use tried and true techniques, and holds to the same rational mindset, albeit 48 years apart!   *~X( at wits' end

The Brass Dance

If you’ve shot anything more than a revolver or a single-shot firearm, you are probably aware of the safety problems inherent in ejected brass.

It’s dirty.  It’s fast.  It’s HOT!

Most folks learn rather quickly why experienced shooters wear safety gear.  Not only hearing and eye protection, but proper clothing.

Burned fingers, hands, arms.  I’ve known two guys who had ejected brass wedge between their shooting glasses and faces!  Not pretty.  And most of us have been beaned in the head a few times.

A brimmed hat or cap, and an ‘appropriate’ shirt.  Female shooters especially can be in danger from hot brass, if they wear a low neckline.  I used to know a woman who was president of a group of female shooters called The Annie Oakleys.  She would often joke their unofficial salute was to bend forward at the waist and shake rapidly! 🙂   (to divest themselves of ejected, hot brass)

But this is not just about minor discomfort or humor.

(from The Firearm Blog, in part)

Just this past weekend, a father took his 14 year old son out to an indoor range in Sarasota Florida to celebrate Independence Day early.  You can read about it here. They were using the far right hand lane. The father was shooting a handgun when the brass ejected and hit the wall. It bounced off and went inside his shirt. Nothing out of the ordinary there. What happens next is the problem. The father reaches back with his right hand to pull his shirt so he can get the hot brass out. The handgun was still in his right hand. He had a negligent discharge and his son was shot. I am sad to say that son died due to his injuries.

We can bleat about The Four Rules all we want, but unless we take them to heart and use them religiously, even during a perceived emergency, there isn’t much point.

My heart goes out to the father and family in this story.

You Can’t Tell The Players Without A Program!

aka what’s in a name?

One way those adverse to the American Constitutional Republic Way Of Life keep replicating their cause is they keep changing their name!  And adding additional names to the roster.

Not unlike viruses mutating to stay alive.

Remember the Communist Party of Soviet Russia fame?  Well, it became CPUSA here.  Then morphed into fellow travelers.  (The Black Panthers became the NEW Black Panthers, etc.)

(Were the NEW Christy Minstrels significantly different from the original?  Inquiring minds want to know.)  🙂

Communists became Socialists.  Which became Progressives.  Which infected once honorable institutions like the Democratic Party and the NAACP.

And, yes, the Republican Party, as well(!)

As I’ve oft stated here, it’s all about control. 

I used to use the phrase petty power and control, now I’m convinced it’s no longer petty – it’s grand! (and NOT in a good way!)

Brock Townsend brings us this interesting link.   To The Revolutionary Communist Party, USA!

It seems THEY were the folks responsible for printing the protest signs used by the protesters looters criminals present after that Latino dude defended his life against a Black football playing career criminal White guy murdered an innocent Black youth.  (links below)

The Revolutionary Communist Party, USA Printed Ferguson Protest Signs

Via Horace “Sent to me by my friend of 20 years now, Bob Conley who retired from active Marine duty in 1969.  He served from Iran to Vietnam, among others.  He is my idea of a US Serviceman/Veteran, mentally and physically sharp at 84 years.  A prostate cancer survivor.  A Devil Dog if I ever knew one.”

Revolution Banner
Grassroots, my A**!
Bet they are connected to those SEIU union folks that bus people around to protests, as well.
‘Workers of the World, Unite’, and all that c**p.

WHAT Amendment Was THAT, Again?

I accompanied my roommate while she ran a couple of bureaucratic errands the other day.

For company and moral support.  Lots of taking numbers, sitting and waiting to be called, then more sitting.  In the traditionally uncomfortable office stack chairs.

And I’d not visited governmental facilities is many years, in fact, since I’d been a private investigator. And this day I visited two, one federal, one State.

I’d forgotten, having been acclimated to the intrusion of airport searches, sobriety checkpoints et al, of the government building rights intrusions.

The federal facility was a low-key satellite facility.  An armed security guard looking into women’s purses and asking all visitors if they had guns, knives, etc.  Didn’t seem concerned with flashlights.  Did want my roomie’s kubaton teargas projector to not go into the facility – I took it out the the car, and locked it up with the guns and knives.

The State court facility was not the main courthouse.  I expected it to be more Mayberry-esque.

It wasn’t.

Armed guards.  I had to empty my pockets into a tray for x-ray, AND walk through a scanner.  AND remove my belt!

After I successfully walked through, as I was re-dressing, I announced, “Fourth Amendment, Schmorth Amendment!” to no one in particular.

I’d considered asking to see their warrant prior to the process, but I really wanted to go inside and thought that might be thought of as argumentative combative confrontational.

Sigh.

 

Now WHOM Should We Arrest?

as stolen from Wirecutter:

Between 1989 and 2010, U.S. attorneys seized an estimated $12.6 billion in asset forfeiture cases. The growth rate during that time averaged +19.4% annually.

In 2010 alone, the value of assets seized grew by +52.8% from 2009 and was six times greater than the total for 1989.

Then by 2014, that number had ballooned to roughly $4.5 billion for the year, making this 35% of the entire number of assets collected from 1989 to 2010 in a single year.

Now, according to the FBI, the total amount of goods stolen by criminals in 2014 burglary offenses suffered an estimated $3.9 billion in property losses. This means that the police are now taking more assets than the criminals.
MORE

Now, assuming these statistics are close to accurate (and we all know about assuming), this is a sobering statistic!

Does ANYONE remember their American History?  Life, Liberty, Property?  Bueller?  Bueller?

Government Conspiracies?

tin_foil_hat_areaMost of you know, I sometimes ascribe to the Conspiracy Theory of History.

Essentially, this means if it walks like a duck, and talks like a duck, it’s a f****** duck!

This doesn’t mean everything touted on the Internet about government secrecy, plots or actions is necessarily true, however.

YES, they are listening to us, photographing us, and reading our email.  And monitoring our Internet activity.

NO, I don’t think contrails are a massive plot to poison us. (just an example – PLEASE don’t respond with links!)

HOWEVER, as there are elements within the federal executive who have a negative agenda regarding the Second Amendment, firearms possession and ownership…

We now have THIS (from Rico and Theo Spark):

There have been open solicitations for “crisis actors” to work for DHS, et al. I have seen them, and have ‘trained with’ role players in the past.
– It’s not a ‘new’ idea to simulate situations and make training exercises more “realistic” by using such people.
– It makes “sense” right?
Leave it to government to FUBAR things. The folks who have taken Murphy’s Law to heart and made it a guidepost appear to have done it again.
– Using the same ‘crying woman’ in three separate staged events? Yeah, that’s typical government. The gal photographed here really gets around, wouldn’t you say?
That noted hoaxter, Orson Welles, would NOT be impressed by these clowns for ruining what otherwise would have been a pretty good hoax.
“Crisis Actors”?
Seriously?
Either there just happens to be women who appear very similar in multiple locations, or, once again, our tax dollars are at work!
Pushing an agenda.
Do we have conformation independent of the purveyors of this material, or is this just three women who coincidentally resemble each other?  And, do we have information showing the casting call from the Department of Homeland Security for “crisis actors”?
Or is this just blowing smoke, again?  Another contrail?

Well, Here They Go AGAIN!

Courtesy of Brock Townsend and the NRA/ILA…

Excerpt

With the new proposal published on June 3, the State Department claims to be “clarifying” the rules concerning “technical data” posted online or otherwise “released” into the “public domain.” To the contrary, however, the proposal would institute a massive new prior restraint on free speech. This is because all such releases would require the “authorization” of the government before they occurred. The cumbersome and time-consuming process of obtaining such authorizations, moreover, would make online communication about certain technical aspects of firearms and ammunition essentially impossible. 

The rest @ NRA-ILA
C’mon gun blogger, magazine writers, book authors, let’s bury The State Department with enough complaints and bad press that they stop considering this! – Guffaw

"Round up the usual suspects."

In Loving Memory…