September 11. The Sixteenth anniversary of the attack on American soil by segmented tribal forces of the Islamic right.
Have we ‘won’? Hell no!
Yes, we got Bin Laden. But the attacks now continue, internationally.
Including home-grown terrorists, here.
What are the choices? To give up and eventually be assimilated (or killed) by radical Islam?
Or continue to fight the good fight?
I choose the latter. And I’m medically retired and 64. But I still have some fight left in me.
Today, I will take a moment to remember the innocents who died in the Twin Towers (including those who worked for
TMCCC, my former employer, and all the first responders)
And just remember…
Gun Owners of Arizona via FB
A Chief of Police gets to experience what lawful firearm owners experience everyday. The difference? He is law enforcement and gets an apology. Welcome to our world Chief.
THE WOODLANDS, Texas – A local police chief is reeling after he was refused treatment at a Woodlands doctor’s office Tuesday because he was wearing his gun in his holster.
Conroe Police Department Chief Philip Dupuis said he was also wearing his badge and clearly identified himself to the office manager at Texas ENT who told him to leave.
“She said, ‘Sir, I need you to take your gun out to your car.’ I said, ‘Excuse me?’ She said, ‘Sir, I need you to take your gun out to your car. It’s our policy,’” Dupuis said. “I said, ‘Well, I’m not taking my gun out to my car, give me my driver’s license and insurance back, and I’ll find me a new ENT.’”
Notices posted outside the door of Texas ENT clearly state it prohibits both concealed- and open-carry firearms inside the building.
Texas law enforcement officers are legally allowed to carry weapons inside of private businesses with these notices. However, these notices are rarely, if ever, enforced by the businesses that post them when it comes to law enforcement officers.
Chief Dupuis says he has never been kicked out of a business for wearing his firearm in his 35 years in law enforcement and was embarrassed in front of the other patients in the waiting room.
He acknowledges it is a private business’s right to refuse service or treatment to whomever they please, as it is his right to take his business somewhere else.
A spokesman for Texas ENT told KHOU 11 News an office employee made a big mistake yesterday and said he has personally apologized to Chief Dupuis.
Dupuis said he expected to hear from his physician, Dr. Rosalie Burke, M.D., rather than a manager of the practice. He said she has not attempted to contact him.
Texas ENT released the following statement in response to the incident:
“We regret the situation yesterday involving Chief Dupuis and a member of our staff. We have personally apologized to Chief Dupuis for any inconvenience or embarrassment he experienced. Our team is working diligently to insure that a situation like this does not occur again. Our company values law enforcement officers and first responders for their selfless service and will serve them and our communities with the utmost respect.”
Chief Dupuis said he was not looking for attention but got a swarm of responses after posting details of the incident to Facebook.
© 2017 KHOU-TV
This made me chuckle. Not only because of the absurdity of it, but it reminded me of a long lost memory.
When I worked @ TMCCC (that major credit card company), we had an operations manager who thought she was all that. And then some.
She imposed ‘speed humps’ so not-to-spec in the parking lot, that some employee’s vehicles ‘high centered’, and were even damaged. She was the one who enforced the ‘no guns on the company campus’ policy, to the extent she stated no employees at a company function (even if it were after-hours and not paid!) were allowed to possess weapons. And when the credit card investigations department offered facilities to the regional financial crimes investigation organization for meetings and seminars (including law enforcement) she insisted law enforcement disarm upon entering the building!
Of course, this was scoffed at, and we were told if we wanted to be included in police protection we needed to rescind that order. Which we did.
Later, we offered a rest stop for local patrol officers to reconnoiter in the building, get a cup of coffee, use the restroom, etc. The previous ban on weapons was not mentioned…
The day after this woman left the company, the speed humps were removed.
(The only time the peons saw this woman was if someone was going to be canned. Some folks (I’m not going to say who, specifically) would hum the theme to the Wizard of Oz’ Wicked Witch of the West (under their breath) when she would appear in the area pending someone’s termination. Good times, good times…)
In another lifetime, I was newly married (one year) and had job ‘issues’. Those who know me know I held 40 jobs from age 16 until I landed as a credit card fraud investigator (TMCCC). I stayed in that job for almost 22 years!
My bride worked for an electronics company, then ubiquitous in the Phoenix area. MOTOROLA. Seems her father and one brother also worked there. Family business (?)
(Well, anyway) I was between jobs, and The Wife told me they were hiring. I applied, with the hope I would be working armed security (based on my job experience).
Not only did they NOT hire me for security, they hired me a a line worker doing silicon wafer inspection, in a clean room suit, and, I was assigned second shift! Which meant I’d hardly got to see The Wife.
Hardly my first choice!
But, they had a credit union, and health insurance, and I needed work.
It was NOT the best of experiences.
The crew was largely like those one encountered in the security business. Mixed education and experience, ethnicity and background. One manager was constantly sexually harassing the men, openly; one of the new guys was openly addicted to pills, and treated co-workers horribly. The harasser was left alone, because she was a long-term female employee. The pill-popper was ethnic, and so he was allowed much more leeway than if a White guy had been doing the same. One of the lead engineers was also a harasser, who didn’t get held accountable until years later.
And management constantly held impossible standards over your head, and threatened all with layoffs (a product of the semiconductor production business – we need to get product out, hire more people. When contracts end, lay the folks off!)
So, I worked there a little more than a year-and-a-half. And was miserable.
The Wife and I DID get to see each other on weekends (she became pregnant in May!), and I left der Fledermausflügel in November to begin my private investigation business.
I was laid off.
Why der Fledermausflügel, you ask?
German for bat wings, of course!
When I was growing up, there were numerous Westerns on television. Being raised by TV, I was familiar with most. One of them was The Rifleman (1958-1963).
The Rifleman, aka Lucas McCain, was played to his macho hilt by Chuck Connors, a 6’5″ athlete (from Wikipedia, in part):
Kevin Joseph Aloysius “Chuck” Connors (April 10, 1921 – November 10, 1992) was an American actor, writer and professional basketball and baseball player. He is one of only 12 athletes in the history of American professional sports to have played both Major League Baseball and in the National Basketball Association. With a 40-year film and television career, he is best known for his five-year role as Lucas McCain in the highly rated ABC series The Rifleman (1958–63).
There was a book, first published in 1965, entitled Hollywood Babylon. There have been two subsequent printings. The book went out of it’s way to defame the famous in Hollywood, mentioning the scandals, the rumors, the crime, the ‘dirt’ for which the public was so hungry. Sal Mineo, Sharon Tate, Jayne Mansfield et al.
I don’t believe Chuck was mentioned in any of them.
The theme of the TV show was almost always (TV violence aside), a lesson which Lucas (a widower) would impart to his young son, Mark. I remember one particular episode wherein the lecture was (at the end of the show after much gunfighting) regarding people who are different. And just because they are different, doesn’t automatically make them BAD. And how we, as honest human beings should strive to be accepting of such folk.
Of course, I was a kid, so this message went over my head. When I saw the show again years later, some additional context was added.
An acquaintance, who has been a professional gun writer for many years, happened to see Chuck Connors at a large California gun show. IN FULL DRAG! – complete with a wig and makeup! This was a short time before he passed away.
This is not to defame Mr. Connors, but to suggest perhaps he and the TV show writers had a meeting-of-the-minds (?)
There are further rumors regarding Mr. Connors behavior all over the Internet. As there are with pretty much anyone regarded as ‘famous’.
Just because it says so on the Internet doesn’t make it true! – Abraham Lincoln
I remember sharing this tale with a collections manager @ TMCCC* (my last workplace). He ran away from me, covering his ears as though he were five years old! Obviously, I had been messing with a macho hero of his!
Be judicious with whom you share this tale.
*That Major Credit Card Company
from the desk of GUFFAW
Back in 2011, I had been laid off from TMCCC, disabled due to having had lymphoma, and had been spending a large part of my day reading blogs on the Internet.
No, this was NOT in my mother’s basement! 😛
Frankly, as I had found a number of women who were shooters who wrote blogs (they became my Blogmothers ™!), I had hoped to find someone closer to home. Unfortunately, they were in Indiana, Ohio and Idaho.
I’m in Arizona.
But, I had no luck in the geography department… 😦
After a year-and-a-half, it occurred to me, ‘Hey, I could do this!’ (or, at least mimic others, and steal their material…)
And Guffaw in AZ was born.
So now it’s YEAR SIX!
Posting something DAILY (sometimes two, three or four posts). Daily funnies, beauties, videos and quotes, additionally.
With no real purpose, except to have something to do, and a daily discipline.
And the completely unexpected happened.
I MADE FRIENDS!
Friends all over the World! Europe, Asia, the Middle East, Pakistan and India, South America. Mostly, of course, in the United States.
A huge thank you goes out to the generosity of people I only know through the Internet, who have offered me support, both moral and financial. And given me gifts! You know who you are…
I miss those who are no longer blogging, by choice or life circumstance – North, Matt, Maura, CoolChange, William the Coroner and many others. (If I’ve left you off the list and you are still around, please forgive me).
I am SO GRATEFUL for (in no particular order) Bobbi, Tam, Doc in Yuma, Ron, Proud Hillbilly, Paul, Kevin Baker and the other Kevin, Southern Belle and KX59, Tom, Biff, Keads, Bluesun, Wirecutter, Jim, Greg, Kenny, Quizikle, Sean, Irish, Jeffery and Wilson.
And especially Murphy, Brigid, ASM826 and Borepatch! And Judy, my roomie!
And my dear friend Dave the genius (who prefers to be called Dave the mechanic) who sends me multiple funnies daily to possibly include in the blog! And who – when he is in town – takes me out for Red Devil pizza! And who has been a loyal friend since 1973.
And to all you loyal folks who don’t blog or even leave comments but bother to stop by – THANK YOU!
On to 2018?
PS – (Why Tamara is in red, above) Apologies to the lovely and talented Tamara, who somehow was left off my gratitude list last year! A correction has been made, and I plan on penance by shooting myself in the knee with a VeloDog, as soon as I can afford one!
PPS – TMCCC (for the uninitiated) stands for That Major Credit Card Company, where I worked as a credit card fraud investigator for almost 22 years.
Going to the recent memorial for Bob reminded me of others who have gone before.
Like my work-pal Clive!
One of most unforgettable characters when I worked @ TMCCC was CLIVE.
At least that’s the name from which we all knew him: Clive.
Could he have BEEN any more British?
Clive was another of the credit card fraud investigators with whom I worked. He had the accent, was married to his American wife (his 3rd, I think) and had lived in the United States (legally) 40 years.
I once asked him why he didn’t go for citizenship. He said a piece of paper wouldn’t change where he was born!
He was a classical liberal and loathed Margaret Thatcher. We had many a thrilling political discussion.
He found out via the company grapevine I was a firearms enthusiast, and was quite anxious to know if I had a Lee Enfield .303 rifle. He apparently was familiar with them through the British military. I did not, but he still wanted to go shooting with me. We made a desert run (with his pal, a retired Flagstaff PD guy ‘Harry’, also an investigator) and had a blast (no pun intended).
I suggested he could obtain his own SMLE, but he didn’t understand that particular abbreviation. And, anyway, he explained his American wife (whom he lovingly referred to as SWMBO*) wouldn’t stand for it. She didn’t like guns. I knew a high-end range in North Scottsdale offered lockers for storage. And he was carefully considering it.
I took a vacation week, and upon my return found out that Clive had also. He told his wife he was not feeling well and stretched out on their couch.
He never awakened. (this was some years ago)
I never knew much more about him, until I saw his obituary. Turned out his first name was Richard, and he had been a respected scientist in the U.K.
From his obituary, in part…
For many years Clive was a Research Scientist for Weyerhaeuser and has three patents. He was a founder of Home Builders International, which developed low cost housing in Third World countries using mostly straw and mud for construction. He and his wife, Dawn, spent six months in Mexico City where Clive helped establish a factory to manufacture the straw and mud into a material suitable for home construction. He was the founder of the Phoenix Institute of Technology. It was a national group of scientists who developed a report on methods to generate power in Third World countries using only local resources. The report was presented to the world at an international environmental conference in New Mexico in 1995. It was written initially for the Vatican and the Mennonite Church who are the largest missionary groups in the world. This research was done and sent with no monetary exchange. (…)
Clive served 3 years in 341 Squadron of the Air Training Corps, connected to the Royal Air Force. (…)
I miss our spirited exchanges, my friend.
*She Who Must Be Obeyed
I always tried to make it a practice at TMCCC to stop by the desks of veterans with whom I worked and thank them for their service.
As I can no longer do that…
Lonnie, Glenn, Glenn, John, Stan, Jim, Jodie, Ardith, John, and Gloria.
Thank you for your service!
There seems to be a love/hate thing whether or not your average gunnie likes Heckler & Koch (H&K). Most folks seem to hold an opinion, and it’s either completely positive or completely negative.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I owned an H&K 91, semiautomatic knockoff. Which means (maybe) as the receiver was NOT of original German manufacture, I didn’t actually own one (?) For the record, I loved her! She took all the original accessories, including magazines.)
Never had an H&K pistol, though…
I’ve known two guys who did. One, the late, great Bob Hall, who owned (and carried) several P7 single-stacks over the years. And one of my students whom I met @ TMCCC. He had a USP in .40 S&W, which he bought before we had really begun training.
He liked it (having nothing to really compare it to.)
I probably would have directed him to another brand and caliber…
John Wilson (of wilsonblog) posted recently regarding his unabashed love for his USP, in .45 ACP.
He concluded: But even with those minor problems the USP is for me. I trust my life with it every day of the week. That says everything.
Of course, we have the counterpoint oft mentioned in the Internet, of their dearth of customer service. And that quirky thing of how does one pronounce Heckler & Koch, without offending at least some folks? (different opinions about with regard to proper pronunciation).
Would I own one? Perhaps. But, as I’ve no funds – even the lesser expensive on my list have to wait.
Or prayer, if that’s your thing…
TOMI, known to some of you long time readers of this humble blog, goes in for rather serious surgery this morning.
If all goes well, she will be released this Saturday.
She and I worked together at TMCCC, going back to the 80’s. We even shared a cubicle for a time. I even took her shooting once!
While we differ philosophically and politically, she has always been respectfully of our rights to differ, and has been quite supportive, personally, professionally, and in many other ways.
She and her wonderfully-generous husband Kevin (who also worked @ TMCCC) even helped me move from my house to my current digs! And Kevin has helped me with automotive issues.
Tomi has had some difficult health issues for some time. Hopefully, this will get her to the other side of at least some of those.
P.S. – Per her husband, everything went according to plan! 🙂
I suffer from mild allergies. Mostly an occasional cough and nasal drip, ameliorated by application of sugar-free cough drops, tissues, and daily use of Flonase™ (when I can afford it).
It seems to be seasonal in nature, like when something is blooming or dying in the wind. It doesn’t affect my life much.
What does, however, is the onslaught of horrible scents, mostly from women’s injudicious application of a perfume they like, assuming all others like it equally.
Not all do.
I believe perfume or cologne should be used sparingly (if at all) so only those in hugging distance have the opportunity to appreciate it.
The Battle for Scent Supremacy took years at TMCCC, my former employer. Many women thought their perfume smelled wonderful, and to share it with co-workers would bathe in a 55 gallon drum of the stuff just before entering the workplace! Those of us affected by such pollution referred to them as the bathers!
I remember arriving early, parking traditionally a couple hundred yards from the employees’ entrance, exiting my car, and being overwhelmed by cough-inducing volumes of perfume. With no one else in view!
And many a lengthy conversation with the offenders (if known) and management ensued.
After YEARS of complaint and negotiation, the company finally instituted a policy – if two persons were offended by your scent (and reported same to management) you were required to go home and shower and not get paid for your absence!
This cut down the offenses considerably.
Of course, this policy doesn’t extend to being out-and-about, within smelling distance of the public!
One of my favorite places (I don’t get to very often, since I moved) has a sweet manager/waitress. Always takes care of us! EXCEPT for the stench of the Jean Nate’ she bathes in!
Seriously, you are no longer in the Eighth Grade!
My first encounter with this kind of chemical warfare was when I attended the local university, and the Womens’ ROTC marched by!
this is not they
But the quantity and mixture of scents was DEADLY!
(The legs were nice, though!)