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Building the Blogroll

As you can see in the sidebar, I’m re-building my blogroll.  Basically, I’m going to bring over the blogroll I had at the old place, assuming you’ve posted since Christmas.  If you weren’t blogrolled back there and want to be here, please drop a note.  Of course, if you list me on your site, I will reciprocate.

 

This could take a while, but I’ll let everyone know when I think I’m done, so if I miss someone they can let me know.

Photos of the Day

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Looks like the Christmas goose has been born. We also saw ducklings paddling around one of the ponds at the zoo. 

 

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The buffalo statue is holding up quite well.  I have pics of Girlie Bear and her older brothers on it when they were little.

 

Getting Started

Well, the move over from Blogger seems to be well under way.

There are a few things I need to do, like create a bloglist and get some other things taken care of, but all of my old posts and comments seem to have come over OK.

Hope y’all like the new digs.

Why I own a gun

Over at Jigsaw’s Thoughts, Julie asks a really good question – Why do should we own guns?

I own guns for several reasons, and they’re probably familiar to a lot of you.

First and foremost, I own a gun for personal protection.  My local newspaper has a regular mashup where they show crimes by zip code, and my area isn’t immune to the human propensity to rape, rob, and murder.  Homes in my neighborhood have been broken into, people are occasionally robbed in the street, and the stores I frequent are sometimes used as one stop shops for cash and merchendise.  I’ve been in one of them during a robbery, and all I could do was stand there and be a good witness.  That’s not the best feeling I’ve ever had.  So I carry a gun for the same reason I put on a seatbelt when I start the car:  I want to have tools available to help keep me safe, and the gun is the best tool I can easily carry to do that.

My other reason is fun.  Shooting is a blast.  It’s an excuse to get away from the house, concentrate on just one thing at a time, and develop or maintain a skill.  I always compare going to the range to playing golf.  You could be hitting a bucket of balls at the plinking range, trying to get a hole in one on a six inch target at 300 yards, or doing 18 holes on the jungle walk.  It’s the same mindset and the same level of enjoyment, just with explosions.  Now that I’m bringing Girlie Bear into the sport, it’s even more fun. I can show her how I do it, and then sit back and watch her grow as a shooter and as a young lady.

I own guns because I’m a nerd.  I love the mechanics, aesthetics, craftsmanship, history, and stories behind firearms.  There’s something just nerdily fun about taking an old Mosin or a new Remington off a shelf and appreciating the history and technology it took to take an idea, imprint that idea on metal and plastic, and then put it in the palm of my hand.  It’s the same mentality we had as kids when we could quote chapter and verse about the starting line-up of the Minnesota Twins every summer or my kids being able to rattle off all of the stats for their Japanimation trading card characters. 

And finally, I own guns because I can.  I’ve been a lot of places on this mudball where the ownership of weapons was monopolized by government, and few of them were what we’d consider liberal democracies.  I’m not ready to stand on my roof and yell “Wolverines”, but I’ve seen what happens to a society when the government doesn’t have that little voice in its head that says “If you push too hard, it’s 1775 or 1860 all over again.”, and I never want to see that here.

So there you have it.  What are y’all’s thoughts?

In Memorium

Adam Yauch, otherwise known as MCA, of the group The Beastie Boys recently died.  I know rap isn’t for everyone, and a lot of the Beastie Boys’ work can’t be played in the car with the kids, but it was a part of me growing up.  There’s nothing I like more than going down the highway in the truck with the windows down and the stereo cranked with some of their music playing.

Another Reason I Will Never Employ Anyone

The Equal Employment Opportunity Commission recently approved new guidelines on the use of criminal background checks by employers when trying to decide whom to hire.  Basically, employers are having new restrictions imposed on them when they want to consider past criminal history during the hiring process.  The EEOC states that their goal was to make it easier for minority job seekers with a criminal record to find work.

I can understand that.  Everyone makes mistakes, and just about everyone deserves a second chance*.  But if I were to trust someone enough to let them handle my money and interact with my customers as my representative, I would definitely want to know if they have ever done something that indicates they can’t be trusted.  Part of that would be a background check that showed any convictions.   An employer shouldn’t be surprised by the history of their employees when they repeat past crimes upon the customers, inventory, or cash in the till.

Please notice that I said convictions.  If you’ve been arrested and had the charges dropped or been acquitted, you’re good.  If it’s something that happened years and years ago, we can talk about it and see if you’ve been able to get your act together.  Heck, if you just got out of prison and are looking to make a fresh start, if you’re otherwise qualified for the job, I’d probably still give you a chance to talk.

And if someone doesn’t want to submit to inquiries about convictions and a background check?  Well, then I guess they don’t want to exchange their talents and labor for my money.

But to have the government discourage business owners from even asking or considering the history of an applicant?  Yeah, that’s out of bounds.  I can see the government requiring that things that the applicant can’t help, such as race, religion, sexual orientation, or disability, be verboten for consideration.  But to discourage business owners from being able to know that the person they’re hiring doesn’t have a history that could be detrimental to business just smacks of social engineering at the expense of the part of our society that creates jobs.

*Child molesters, rapists, child pornographers, and that kind of ilk deserve to be branded under sedation so that the rest of society can know to keep them isolated from the rest of us.

I’m getting to this point

Non Sequitur is one of my daily reads, and it never fails to draw at least a smile.  No, I don’t consider myself a professional blogger, but it’s becoming my main hobby.

Dear Person Sending Emails

Thank you so much for your kind email.  I am honored to know that after you just “stumbling” upon my little blog, your clients are excited to create an advertising relationship with my collection of brain droppings.  I must be doing something right if you can accidentally find my rants, musings, and bad jokes and immediately associate it with your customers advertising requirements.  

Unfortunately, I decided long ago to only put links on the blog for causes and companies with whom I have a relationship.  For example, I donate to Soldier’s Angels, so there is a link for Soldier’s Angels.  I know the proprietors of Michael’s Custom Holsters and Dragon Leatherworks, and I am a customer of those fine companies, so I put up links to their sites.  I think you get the idea.

But I draw the line at putting up advertising for companies with whom I don’t have much of a connection beyond a monthly check.  This is pretty much a hobby and self-administered catharsis for me, so I don’t put up advertising for companies I have only a slight connection to.  And to be honest, making this a commercial enterprise would create ethical issues for me.

However, if your clients wish to send me examples of their wares so that I can test them and put up a review, I’d be more than happy to do so.  Heck, I’ll even ship the product back when I’m done if they want. But I’m not interested in being paid for advertising space on the blog.

If you truly like my blog and are now reading it, you’ll see this message.  If you think we can do business on mutually agreeable terms, then please contact me again. If not, then I wish you luck in the future, but I don’t need to continue to get emails on a regular basis from you and your associated websites.

Again, good luck, and I hope to hear from you again soon.

Sincerely

Daddy J. Bear

Repost: ANZAC Day

This is a repost from April 25, 2011.  H/T to Julie over at Jigsaw’s Thoughts for reminding me of the date.


Today is ANZAC Day.  Today we commemorate the brave men of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps’s involvement in the Gallipoli campaign of World War I, which was an attempt to knock Turkey out of World War I and open the Bosphorus to Russian, British, and French shipping.  By the time that the British high command realized that the fighting at Gallipoli was going nowhere, almost 150,000 Australian, New Zealand , British, French, and Indian soldiers were dead or wounded.

As far as I know, I have no familial ties to Australia or the rest of the Commonwealth.   But I do remember my mother and her mother making ANZAC Cookies every April.  It was only later in life that I learned just what those hard, sweet cookies meant.  I did serve with some outstanding Diggers from Australia once or twice, and if their great-grandfathers were half as resourceful, professional, and friendly as the soldiers I met, then a lot of good men had their trial by fire on the shores of Gallipoli.

If you’re interested in learning a bit about the Battle of Gallipoli and the soldiers who fought on both sides, the 2005 documentary “Gallipoli” was very well done.  I also came across this poem a few months ago, and thought I’d share.  It was written by an Australian soldier who was convalescing from wounds received at Gallipoli.

Gallipoli
The new dawn lights the eastern sky;
Night shades are lifted from the sea,
The Third Brigade with courage storm
Thy wooded heights, Gallipoli
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Australians tread Gallipoli.

Thunderous bursts from iron mouths –
Myriad messengers of death,
Warships ply their deadly fire
Watching comrades hold their breath
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
There’s hell upon Gallipoli.

Serried ranks upon the beach,
Courage beams in every eye
These Australian lads can face
Giant Death, though e’er so nigh,
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
There’s death upon Gallipoli.

On they press in endless stream,
Up the heights they shouting go;
Comrades fall; but still press on
They press the now retreating foe
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
The Turks flee on Gallipoli.

One by one the brave lie low,
Machine Guns, shrapnel do their work;
Brave Australians know no fear,
Never have been known to shirk,
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Their names carved on Gallipoli.

Reduced, cut up, there numbers show
The murderous fire that swept thy field;
But still victorious they stand,
Who never have been known to yield
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Thick dead lie on Gallipoli.

For days they hold with grim set grip,
Their feet firm planted on the shore,
Repelling every fierce attack
And cheerfully they seek for more
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Their trenches line Gallipoli.

For thirty weary days they fight,
For Britain’s sake they give their best;
With uncomplaining voice they stand
And neither look nor ask for rest
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
They’ve conquered thee, Gallipoli.

The waves break on thy wave swept shores,
The breeze still blows across thy hills;
But crosses near and far abound,
A sight that deepest grief instils
Gallipoli! Gallipoli !
Their graves lie on Gallipoli.

For those brave hearts that died to show
Australia’s worth in this dread war,
The far off tears and sighs for those
Who sleep beneath the cannons roar
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Thou still, shalt pay, Gallipoli.

The few that valiant still remain,
War worn but grim and anger yet
To hurl full vengeance on the foe.
Because they never can forget
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
They ask the price, Gallipoli.

Gallipoli I warn you now,
Australia’s sons and Turks shall meet
Once more, and then our onslaught yet
Shall sweep the ground beneath your feet
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Thy end’s in sight, Gallipoli.

Upon the Graves of those that sleep,
Upon thy wooded slope and vale,
We shall avenge. Remember then,
Australians cannot, will not fail,
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Thy doom is sealed, Gallipoli.


Staff Sergeant Sydney Bolitho.
6th Battalion A.I.F

Always Fight Back

A boy in Colorado has been suspended from school because he hit a bully back.

“One kid kicked me in the back, then punched me in the face. Then I punched him in the face and then I got in trouble,”

The young man’s parents are supporting him and criticizing the school for punishing their son and not stopping the bullying.
I take the same approach with fights with my kids as I do with myself:  Avoid, de-escalate, fight.
  • Avoid – The best fight is one you don’t get into.  Don’t like getting into bar fights?  Don’t go to bars with a reputation for fights.  Keep your head up and be aware of what’s going on around you so that you’re not surprised.  Avoidance is harder for kids in school than it is for adults on the street.   An adult who sees something strange can cross the street or turn the corner to avoid a possible threat.   A child in school usually only has one or two routes to get where they need to be, and bullies use this channelling to their advantage.  What I tell Girlie Bear is to not go to the parts of the school she doesn’t need to be in and don’t be afraid to pick up speed to get through a knot of kids that she knows want to mess with her.
  • De-escalation – If someone wants to be aggressive, but hasn’t harmed you, let them be aggressive.  Don’t fall for verbal bait.  There is no such thing as a “fighting word”.  What I tell my daughter is to let the fool talk trash or act stupid.  Their inability to act right has nothing to do with her until they try to harm her.
  • Fight – Unless someone comes out of the blue at you, this should be your last response.  But if you have to fight, fight dirty.  If they want to grapple with you, gouge eyes, tear at ears, and bite.  Use whatever you have at your disposal to win, be it a gun, a knife, a brick, a chair, or whatever.  Fight until you can get away, and if that isn’t going to be possible, fight until someone in authority pulls you off of them or they stop resisting.
The issue I ran into with Junior is pride.  He would square off with someone over what they said, and he wouldn’t back down once challenged.  Avoidance and de-escalation pretty much didn’t occur to him until after the fact when I was sitting with him and having a little chat about the conversation I’d had with the principal or someone’s parent.  I had to keep telling him “Keeping it real will get you killed.”  This may be more prevalent in boys than girls, because Girlie Bear has never come home to tell me that she got into a fight because someone else was stupid and she followed their example.
As for this young man, if he was my son, he’d be given extra sets of batteries for the Wii controllers, a gift card to the movies, and I’d wish him a good week.  I will never punish my children for standing up for themselves when they are attacked, no matter how much society would prefer that they take the beating in silence.

Update – Looks like David Codrea and DiveMedic have thoughts on this too, and do a better job than I did.