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Today’s Earworm

Just saw that this song is 40 years old now.  Yeah.

Snippet

This is a very brief snippet from one of the stories in an upcoming collection.  The story’s working title is “Plaza of Pain.”  Let me know what you think.

The Operator grabbed at Park’s wrist as he stepped closer to him, moving around the knee Park threw up. For a moment, the two balanced like that, in a pose not unlike a tango.  His hold on Park’s wrist slipped a bit, but he was able to dig the tips of his fingers between the bones separating the wrist from the hand.  Park cried out at the sudden pain, then dropped his revolver as his hand went numb.

The heavy Nagant fell to the ground, tripping its hair trigger and sending a bullet into the wall.  The Operator looked down at it momentarily, trying to see if he could retrieve it.  Park took advantage of this, rearing his head back and bringing it crashing down on the bones just above the Operator’s left eye.  

The Operator roared as pain and blood bloomed from his forehead, and his embrace with Park ended as he took a step back.  Park lunged with his knife, but the Operator instinctively threw a forearm shiver into the smaller man.  Park cried out, missing the Operator with his knife, embedding the long blade into the plaster of the wall.  Water from a severed pipe squirted around it, drenching them both.

“Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz!”  Park screamed in angry Korean.

“And one for your mom, pal,” the Operator hissed as he closed the distance between them.  

News Roundup

  • From the “Shaken, Not Stirred” Department – Comet Lovejoy, which is swing its way through the solar system, appears to be more than a dirty snowball.  Rather, it may be more like a dirty martini. Scientists studying the compounds that escape it during its trip near the sun believe that it is outgassing large amounts of ethyl alcohol, or as they call it here in Kentucky, corn squeezings.  Good to know that when we finally make our way off this mudball, we will be able to find at least one of the prerequisites for life:  booze.
  • From the “This D!!@A House” Department – A woman in Massachusetts was unharmed the other day when she accidentally broke off a gas valve in her basement.  The house eventually caught on fire and exploded, and thankfully, nobody was harmed. I’m sure it was unintentional, although I must admit that at points in all of our ‘projects’ at Casa de Oso, I start to pick out places to implant explosives so that I can implode the place without messing with the neighbors.
  • From the “Gripping Your Pillow Tight” Department – Scientists have discovered that crocodiles sleep with one eye open, and only rest half their brains at a time while sleeping.  Having been married to a redhead for over a decade, I can now say that I have at least one thing in common with crocodiles.
  • From the “Cold Dead Hands” Department – Authorities in California, London, New York, and Austin are warning the public that the level of asshats in their area has grown so concentrated that they may collapse into singularities and suck the rest of the world into their joyless, self-centered, pitiful realms of existence.  This is after the World Health Organization, known for their daily two-minutes-hate against anything fun in the world, including baby kittens, announced that bacon, sausage, and other forms of red meat are now to be considered carcinogens.  In response, I suggest a guerrilla war against the jackbooted thugs from WHO, in which we will launch nitrates, smoke flavoring, and pork leavings through their bedroom windows at 2 AM, thereby ensuring that they do not get a decent sleep for months to come.  Remember, if they come for your bacon, turn them into compost.  Do it for mother Gaia.
  • From the “Darwin was British” Department – British transport officials are begging people to stop endangering their lives by lingering on railroad tracks.  It seems that some places have become magnets for lemmings people who want to take pictures, have conversations, and become an urban legend by being knocked out of their shoes and over the vicar’s new red barn, and the government would rather they do it somewhere less dangerous.  This reporter suggests the meat packing plants, foundries, and down on Pier 43 after midnight.  Really, anywhere people like this can be taken out of my gene pool before they breed.
  • From the “Grave Robbing” Department – Archeologists in Greece have announced the discover of an intact grave from the Mycenaean culture.  The man, who was buried with weapons to the left and treasure to the right (Here I am, stuck in the middle with you), is currently being audited by European tax officials for being 3,500 years in arrears, and is expected to lose all of his gold and 2/3 of the gilded weapons once they finish.  The non-gilded weapons have been impounded by EU officials as dangerous to public safety and tranquility.

On Litmus Tests – or – Only Nixon Could Go To China

The quadrennial season of madness is in full swing here in the United States, and it’s time to start picking out which monkey can fling the finest tasting shit.

Both major parties are serving up a dog’s breakfast of tired ideas, stuff they’ll never make work even if they can get it through the political process, and “Hey, look, somebody you don’t like!  Get ’em!”

I’m not even going to get into third-party choices, mainly because at this point, it’s not worth the calories.  Really, they all ought to just get together and rebrand as the “Protest Vote” party.

For me, since I’m an Independent in a closed-primary state, this is just something I watch from afar.  You know, like I would if a plane was crashing on the other side of the parking lot, or a herd of wildebeest were to just start making their way along I-65 one morning.  Can’t effect it, might as well just sit back and watch until it’s my problem next year.

But I do want to bring something up while you all spend millions of dollars separating the skilled liars from the amateur liars – political litmus tests.

I’m for them, and here’s why – There have to be core beliefs which you will not compromise.  There have to be clear, bright lines beyond which you will not negotiate.  This goes for those on both the right and the left, as well as the poor suffering bastards at the center.

We must be careful not to elect people who are willing to compromise on their constituencies’ base principles, or we risk being sold out when it becomes profitable.  And a president in power who compromises their principles can do a lot of damage, no matter which side of the political coin they come from.

Both conservatives and liberals have long lists of issues they want ‘fixed’ that don’t have a chance in hell if someone from their political stripe is the public face for it.  A Democrat calling for ending the War on Drugs will probably be branded a filthy hippie who just wants to get high, while a Republican trying to do the same thing would be called a statesman and friend to personal liberty.

I truly believe that only a Democrat could get meaningful welfare reform through Congress.   Conversely, only a Republican could get gun control enacted without being roasted on a spit.

A Republican who tried to do something like a drop in the corporate income tax rate would be excoriated as being a shill for big business, while a Democrat who does it would be a wise custodian of the nation’s finances who is trying to attract international business to the country.

In all these cases, their parties, and more importantly, their party’s caucus in Congress,  would probably refrain from fighting them, and the section of the media that would normally oppose such moves would also hold their tongues.  A politician who has the political cover of coming over to get something done that would be unexpected from his or her side of the aisle can accomplish a lot, good or bad.

If LBJ had been re-elected in 1968 and gone to China in 1972, he would have been raked over the coals.  His Great Society programs had already been attacked for being socialistic or even communist.  But Nixon, an old anti-communist hard-liner, was praised for reaching out to Red China.  For better or worse, it took someone who opposed communism to initiate normal relations with Communists.

That still holds true.  If you want something done that you know will be vociferously opposed if you do it, find someone nominally on the other side who can do it for you.  Conversely, if there’s something you want defended to the death, don’t elect people who might be willing to make a deal over it.

If someone is soft on an issue that is near and dear to you, don’t vote for them.  Better that we have gridlock than someone who’s willing to cross the aisle and compromise on base principles.

Today’s Earworm

Then came the day when the coffee did not help…..

NRAAM 2016 – Where to Stay

A friend asked me a couple of days ago where he ought to stay in Louisville for the NRA Annual Meeting, which will be happening in May 2016.  I gave him a few pointers, and thought I’d spread the word around.

Here is a list of hotels that I’ve either stayed at myself or heard about from other people. They tend to be in ‘better’ areas when it comes to crime and safety, for certain values of better.  Louisville is a medium sized city, with an overall crime problem that is probably pretty close to the national average, but there are some areas that are nicer than others, and several that are, to me, no-go unless absolutely necessary.  I suggest you look at sites such as LMPD’s Crime Maps before making a decision and reservations.

These are hotels I’d recommend, based on their location, their convenience to the Fair and Expo Center, and either my personal experiences there or those of people I know who have stayed there.  You’ll notice I tend to go for hotels that get at least a “3-star” rating.  Yes, I’m a snob when I can afford it.

Expo Center – Travel Time – 0.  Dining and non- NRA entertainment – Almost non-existent.   Not a great part of town.

  • Crowne Plaza –  Location, location, location.  You can easily walk to the NRAAM from the hotel, which will save you the drive and parking fees.   Not the newest hotel in town, and the area around it can be a bit rough.  Expect this hotel to fill up by Christmas.
  • Four Points by Sheraton – Location, location, location.  You can walk to the NRAAM from the hotel, which will save you the drive and parking fees. The area around it can be a little rough. Expect this hotel to fill up by Christmas.

Downtown – Travel Time – 10 to 20 minutes.  Dining and non-NRA entertainment – Excellent, within certain geographical boundaries.  Don’t stray too far from the hotels and the Fourth Street Live complex.  Travel in packs.

  • Seelbach – Very nice, rather expensive. Expect this hotel to fill up by Christmas.
  • Brown Hotel – Very nice, rather expensive. Expect this hotel to fill up by Christmas.
  • Galt House – Very nice, rather expensive. Expect this hotel to fill up by Christmas.
  • Hyatt Regency Louisville– Very nice, rather expensive. However, it’s a really cool building.  Expect this hotel to fill up by Christmas.
  • Sheraton Louisville Riverside – Nice Hotel, reasonable pricing.  Located across the river in Indiana, which will add complexity to driving to the Expo Center.

Jeffersontown / Hurstbourne – Travel Time – 20 to 30 minutes.  Dining and non-NRA entertainment – Lots of chain restaurants, several good local chains and restaurants. Easy access to the rest of the city.

Please keep in mind that the travel times are estimated based on personal experience during normal traffic conditions.  If you’re not driving to the Expo Center very early in the morning, you will see traffic backups on I-65 and the I-264/Watterson Expressway, especially on Friday.

I’ll put together a map showing areas that I, personally, would avoid sometime in the next few weeks.

Also, if you have knowledge of a good hotel in and around Louisville, please put a link to their website in comments and I’ll update this post.

Where Do We Find Such Men?

Today, I’d like to remember a man I never met, but wish I had.

Army Sergeant First Class Alwyn C. Cashe was unscathed when a bomb went off next to his Bradley in Iraq on October 17, 2005.  But when the interior of the vehicle was engulfed in flames, he ran inside to save his soldiers.  That is, after his uniform was soaked in fuel, he ran into a burning vehicle to save his soldiers.  That is, when his fuel-soaked uniform was on fire, he repeatedly ran into a burning vehicle to pull six soldiers out to safety, then worked to help them until he was relieved.

SFC Cashe received second and third degree burns all over his body, and eventually succumbed to his wounds.  For his bravery, he was awarded the Silver Star.  I am not alone in thinking that he deserves the Medal of Honor for his bravery and selflessness.

We cannot repay SFC Cashe for his duty, but we can remember him.  So long as we do that, we cannot help but honor him and those like him.

Musings

  • Bambi is safe from me this year.  After my performance today, I’m not sure I can make an ethical shot with two of the three rifles I practiced with.  Seriously, I was just trying to check zero on the Savage and the Thompson-Center, and I spent an hour trying to get ON PAPER.
  • Speaking of which, just for future reference, the number of shots it takes to gum up the Omega so badly that I struggle to push the bullet down the bore and have a heartbeat’s worth of hesitation between click and bang is 5.
  • In related news, Thompson-Center’s Number 13 cleaning solution can be used as a growth medium for brownish-green fungus.
  • I had some success with the Winchester .30-30, but I’m going to have to do something with that front sight.  Kept losing it against anything that wasn’t reflective and white.
  • Note to self – When your optics seem dim and fuzzy, check to make sure you have on your shooting glasses and not your sunglasses before cursing Bushnell.
  • H&K rifles are excellent implements for slinging brass into orbit and onto the Norwegian at the firing position next door.
  • Every so often, I think it might be a good idea to get RSO training so that I could get a part-time job as an RSO.  Then I see what RSO’s go through and realize I don’t have the people skills.
    • Seriously, if I couldn’t walk around with a range paddle and smack people upside the head with it, I’m not sure I could do the job.
  • Note to self – When attempting to boil water for pasta, it is customary to turn the burner underneath the pot on.
  • Note to self – When drinking coffee to stay awake and get some work done, it is counter-productive to use bourbon cream instead of half-and-half.
    • Mighty tasty, though.

News Roundup

  • From the “Going Places” Department – The Obama administration is asking Japanese auto manufacturer Toyota why Daesh, the terrorist organization currently enjoying a boost in Syria as Russia bombs half of its opponents into the Stone Age, got so many Hylux and Land Cruiser trucks.  Apparently nobody in the State Department has ever actually been to the 3rd World, where one cannot swing a dead cat without striking a Toyota.  In other news, the Pentagon is questioning Kalashnikov about why Daesh has so many AK-pattern rifles and carbines.
  • From the “For the Children” Department – Chicago is experiencing an epidemic of fatal overdoses among heroine addicts, with 74 people dying in a recent three day period.  I, for one, am tired of seeing the senseless deaths of our citizens, and I demand that Congress climb out of Big Pharma’s pockets and immediately pass legislation making heroine illegal.  They should also make the use of fentanyl, a remarkably strong pain killer, highly regulated and only available from specially licensed doctors and pharmacies.
  • From the “Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” Department – Scientists and other staff at the South Pole apparently like to tie one on every so often. And by “every so often,” they appear to mean “whenever.”  Normally, I’d be all for people getting lit whenever they feel like it, but apparently some are taking it too far.  Reports of fights and other problems with inebriated South Pole denizens are becoming common. Of course, I can’t really blame them.  What else are you going to do when it’s below zero out, the sun either hasn’t come up or gone down in weeks, and you live in a small building with 25 of your closest friends?  Parcheesi only goes so far, and nobody wants a repeat of the Great Dungeons and Dragons versus Monopoly Riot of 1998.
  • From the “Brown Water” Department – A study in Austria suggests that people who like bitter things, like coffee and dark chocolate, are more likely to be aggressive or possibly even psychopathic.  I, as a lover of coffee that blocks out all light and chocolate so pure that it crunches, have only this to say – You touch my coffee or my chocolate, and I will cut you four types of bad:  long, deep, wide, and often.

Musings

  • New saying  – “As guilty as a Labra-Beagle with pizza sauce on her forehead.”
  • You know, I like to think that I’m a rather intelligent man; not a genius, but not a simpleton either.  Which is why I was so perplexed this morning when I went to make a pot of coffee and discovered that I had already filled the reservoir of the coffee maker.  How did I discover this, you may ask?  Well, kind reader, I discovered this by watching an entire pot of water spill up over the sides of the coffee maker and out onto the counter and floor.
  • I demand that Congress pass legislation mandating research into which automobiles, in model and class, are the cause of the largest number of vehicular homicides.  I also want funding for studies into which alcohol, both in class and maker, are most prevalent in drunk driving crimes that lead to the death of innocents.  Then, I demand that the Justice Department and the Attorneys General of the several states sue the UAW and Big Liquor into the ground!
  • It is exceedingly difficult for a 6’4″ man to nap comfortably on a 6″ couch when a 35 pound dog wants to ‘share’ half of it.
  • Tomorrow, I believe, is going to be a .30-30 lever, .270 bolt, and .50 muzzle loader kind of day.