Saw this over at Alphecca.

Apparently, a coffee preparer at a Washington DC Starbucks shot himself in the leg at work the other day. Actually pulled a Burris on himself right there at the counter.

Jeff asks if the people at Starbucks actually call themselves a Barista, and the story he links to asks the question why a Barista might want to bring a gun to work.

To answer Jeff, their title is Barista. I’m not sure what they call themselves. I call them the guys behind the counter who bring me my hot bean juice.

As to why a Barista might want to bring a gun to work, have the “journalists” who wrote the article never been to a Starbucks during the early morning rush? If I had to put up with a never ending crowd of angry, jonesing coffee monkeys who aren’t happy with my speed of pouring them their fix, I’d come armed.

Heck, I might come to work with a pistol, a machete, and a couple of torches to keep them at bay.

Did you know that if you leave a cough drop on the console of your car overnight when it drops below 10 degrees, and pop said cough drop in your 98.6 degree mouth first thing in the morning as you start the car, the cough drop will immediately shatter, sending a migraine-inducing cracking sound through your skull and filling your mouth with menthol-lyptus shards?

Neither did I before this morning.

Saturday evening, all of the kids were either out of the house or asleep early. Irish Woman and I actually got to sit through an entire movie without interruptions.

We ended up watching Goodfellas. The Irish Woman had never actually watched the entire movie, and she found it interesting. I’ll have to rent the full movie for her someday.

Then on Sunday morning, AMC ran a Clint Eastwood western marathon. We got to see “Hang Em High” and “For a Few Dollars More”. We stayed home on Sunday morning because I felt like death warmed over, but we at least got to watch a couple of classic westerns. I haven’t see Dollars for almost 20 years, and it’s the only movie I can remember where Lee van Cleef is a good guy.

Junior Bear and a friend went to see “Taken” on Saturday night, and he highly recommends that I check it out. I may just do that next time I can get away for a couple of hours.

This will remind you why normal human beings shouldn’t have root or administrator priveleges.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing” has caused me more problems over the years than anything else.

Saturday was a good day at the range.

The weather was dry, but it was overcast, cold, and a sharp wind made me wish I’d brought my gloves.

I finally worked the kinks out of one of my guns, and I did some practice with off hand shooting. I discovered that I need a lot more practice with off-hand shooting.

We stayed at the range for about 2 hours before good sense took over and we packed up. It started raining ice and snow an hour or so later, so I think that was a good decision.

Only two friends braved the cold, but we had a good time. We will definitely be doing it again when spring finally rears its ugly head.

From the Onion Radio News:

“Norway Returns to Pillage-Based Economy”

Sharpen the axe, prepare the longships, and get me a map of Ireland. I’ve finally found my calling.

The Kentucky State Auditor has found a whole bunch of bad spending lately.

First, they announce that the city of Louisville has mishandled millions of dollars, some of it federal grants that had to be spent or lost. Mayor for Life Abramson had to appear on the news, drenched in flopsweat, and tell us how he’s just as surprised as anyone and how he’s going to get this fixed.

Then today, it’s announced that hundreds of thousands of taxpayer dollars have been used to pay for strip clubs, NASCAR driving lessons, guns, and video games by authorities at the Lexington airport.

Since I moved to Louisville, 2 of the 3 governors of Kentucky have either been disgraced, or indicted, or both.

I’m no longer even surprised when some politician in Kentucky gets caught with his pants down or her pockets lined with dirty cash. I’m of the opinion that we need to start importing our politicians from Chicago in order to clean things up a little bit.

Signs that your politicians are dirty:

1. Her boob size is a larger number than her IQ, but she started out flat as an ironing board.
2. His new SUV costs more than the addition to your local school.
3. All of a sudden, her mama is debt free.
4. He has more 5 punches on his loyalty card with the local Gulfstream dealership.
5. That local school addition cost $2 million, but it’s principal components are used FEMA trailers and new sidewalks.

Accoding to Fox News, a young boy in China has been taken to a hospital where his GLOWING EYES allow him to see in the dark. The doctors believe he has a rare condition that makes his eyes sensitive to light.

I think the good physicians are missing the point here: this kids eyes FREAKING GLOW.

You know, like Draculas do just before he rips into some young thing’s throat.

Or like Damiens in the Omen.

Time to start reading that Bible again if kids are getting eyes that glow.

ACORN, a “community activist” group that has been associated with President Obama, has begun actively helping people who have been evicted from their houses after foreclosure to break into them and “homestead” in them.

Now one of their workers has been arrested.

I feel sorry for people who have lost ownership of their houses due to misfortune, bad planning, or whatever. Your house will almost always be the biggest investment you make, and you gain an emotional attachment to your home.

But a contract is a contract. The bank gives you money to let you buy your home. You promise to pay back that money with some amount of interest. You agree that if you don’t pay back the money according to the schedule that you and the bank agree on, the bank has every right to take the house away from you and sell it to make back some part of their loan to you.

If you can’t pay your mortgage because you lost your job, or you got too sick to work, or something along those lines, I feel for you. There but for the grace of God go I and my family. There are a lot of good agencies, both public and private, which try to help good people get through bad times, and these people should turn to them, along with their family and friends, for help.

But if you get foreclosed on and evicted because you signed a mortgage you knew you couldn’t afford, or if you got a mortgage because of incorrect, read fraudulant, information, then remember: Life is hard, it’s even harder if you’re stupid. Don’t come to me for sympathy or much help if you gambled your life savings on a house that you hoped would increase in value enough to cover your bets and it bit you in the ass.

In either situation, the previous owner of the house has absolutely no rights to it. Morally, I feel for people who have to pick up the pieces and try to re-make their lives. Growing up, my family bounced from one home to another on multiple occasions, and I know how much it sucks.

But to break into what is now someone elses property and squat in it is trespassing at least. Don’t insult those of us whose ancestors were truly homesteaders by calling it “homesteading”. It’s squatting, plain and simple.

ACORN and any other group that advocates this kind of nonsense should be investigated for inducing desperate people to break the law.

Saw this over at Oddees:

Enjoy!