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Once awoken, twice wrathful

Instapundit links to this series of posts over on Twitter/X:

We told you to leave us alone.

We didn’t want to get too political.

We didn’t want to get too involved.

But you made us.

You went after our kids, our jobs, our money, and our lives.

You made us care.

Remember?

Well this *waves hand* is our response.

Enjoy the bed you made.

Most Americans just want to be left alone. They want to do their jobs, raise their kids, and enjoy their lives. They have vague, at best, political thoughts, and those only bubble to the surface every few years.

They pay attention to local issues, especially those that touch either them or someone they care about. If it happens outside their circle, they might take a few moments out of their day to drop a coin in the donation box at the checkout or make a meal to go to a family in crisis.

But then they want to go back to the daily grind of employment, church, school, and family.

In short – They do not want to be disturbed. They do not want to be inconvenienced. Most of all, they do not want to care. They pay other people to care. They trust other people to care.

Where politicians have messed up in the past decade or so is that they insisted that people care about national and worldwide issues.

Don’t care that some folks can’t get health insurance that is as good as the government thinks they should? Well, now you’re forced to care because the government is telling your insurance company who it has to cover and what it has to cover. Enjoy the decreased coverage and higher premiums.

Don’t care about a war on the other side of the world? Well, the government is going to make you care because money that could have been spent on something closer to home, if at all, is going to be going that way, along with quite likely that nice young man down the road who joined the military a couple years ago. Enjoy the sound of Taps playing out across your local graveyard.

Don’t care how other people are raising their kids because you have your hands full trying to raise your own kids right? Well, the government is going to make you care because it’s going to glorify the most depraved thing you can think of when it comes to children, and then it’s going to teach your kids that depravity is OK. Oh, and don’t tell your parents, little ones, because they’re big meanies. Enjoy the underage drag shows and sterilization of gay teenagers.

So, slowly at first, then all at once, we started to care. The problem for our elected servants is that when we start to care, we go from “Huh?” to “How dare you?” to “I can’t tell you what we’re going to do, but we’re going to need a shovel, some plastic sheeting, and a roll of duct tape.” right quick.

For those playing at home, this is the same mistake the Japanese and Germans made in 1941. We seriously could not have cared less about the wars in Europe and Asia, until somebody bombed us and then one of their friends decided to join in on the fun. After we stopped the bleeding, we proceeded to rip out the problem on both sides of the world, root and branch. In the end, we emasculated two cultures that had thousands of years of martial spirit by pulling that spirit out through their belly buttons.

Now, after taking insults and threats, liberally sprinkled with actual harm done to us, since 2009, the American middle has awoken, rubbed the sleep from its eyes, and has decided to bring hell to breakfast over the whole mess.

Enjoy the next few years. I would suggest praying that this burns out before we finish cleansing the country with fire.

Hotel Review – Courtyard Marriott, Baton Rouge

I’ve been doing a bit of traveling lately, and last night I decided to end my day in beautiful Baton Rouge, Louisiana. After having travelled through the garden spot of Port Arthur, Baton Rouge looked like heaven, even considering the traffic jam on the rickety bridge across the Mississippi.

I picked one of my go-to hotel chains and found an affordable room at the Courtyard Marriott. Here are my thoughts on the hotel:

  1. When choosing where to put a hotel, you would think that either convenient access from the interstate that runs directly behind the hotel or easy access to great food and entertainment would be considered. Honestly, in the best of worlds, you’d have both. In this case, I got neither. It took 15 minutes of slight right turns and roundabouts to get to the parking lot after I left the interstate. This parking lot is deceptively easy to miss, as it adjoins a neighboring Residence Inn and a mysterious building with neon lighting but no signage, but has no connection to them. After checking in (more on that to come), I cleaned up and searched for local cuisine to enjoy. To my disappointment, I could either walk over to the Texas Roadhouse (a fine establishment with good food, but I was hoping for something I couldn’t get in Louisville) or a drive to the nearby mall to sample their wares. I stretched my legs and got a chicken Caesar salad at the Texas Roadhouse.
  2. If the location isn’t perfect, at least the staff should be friendly and helpful. The best I can say about the ladies at the front desk last night was that they were present. When they noticed that my driver’s license was from Kentucky, they asked about how cold it was up there, why I wasn’t there now, and what I was doing in Louisiana. I remarked that I was just passing through, it was 20 degrees colder in San Antonio that morning, and it was just beautiful and 75 degrees here in Baton Rouge. After being informed that “Sir, this is the South”, I was given a keycard to the room furthest from both the lobby and elevator in this half-full hotel.
  3. After a long day on the road, I thought a shower would be good before getting dinner. As expected in a hotel, the water in the tub went from ‘Lapland’ to ‘Hades’, with little room in the middle for ‘survivable’. I found something on the hot side of survivable, cleaned up, and then made my way out through the fog bank that had built up because the bathroom fan was inoperative.
  4. After schlepping up to my room, cleaning up, and going out for dinner, I returned to my room and prepared for bed. Being unconscious was the highlight of my stay. The mattress had lumps in just the right places for me to stretch out and get a few hours of sleep.
  5. That sleep, however, was interrupted when I woke up at 4 AM to a chill and a large amount of noise. Checking the window, I found a half inch gap in the window, allowing in the cool Louisiana air and the sound of semi’s making their way down I-10. This was accentuated by the sound of wind coming from the miniature refrigerator, which I am not ashamed to say I was not brave enough to investigate. I’m having enough of an adventure, thank you very much, and I don’t need to be swept into white-trash Narnia through the dorm fridge.
  6. After a couple of hours of trying to get back to sleep, I decided to just get on the road. My morning shower was, at best, tepid, as apparently all of the hot water in Louisiana had been used already. During my hose down with weak tea water, I noticed that the vinyl shower enclosure was in need of either replacement or a good scrubbing with detergent normally used to clean up crime scenes. I’m guessing housekeeping can’t use anything too harsh, as the old toothpaste used to caulk the seams would probably let go and injure someone. At least the towels were scratchy.

Overall, if you’re looking for somewhere to stay in Baton Rouge, might I suggest Alabama?

Rumblings

  • I had an adventure in temperature and weather swings this week.
    • It was 40 degrees and raining in Kentucky when I climbed in the car.
    • It was -20 degrees and blowing snow drifts across the highway when I drove across North Dakota going west.
    • It was 30 degrees and snowing sideways when I drove across North Dakota driving east.
    • It was almost 50 degrees and sunny when I pulled into the hotel parking lot in Texas
    • Ouch, my joints
  • Driving is just a series of decisions.
    • Do I pass the semi that is going 1 mile under the speed limit when there is a state trooper behind me?
    • Do I slow down and put on my caution blinkers when the snow storm swirls so bad I can’t see the two semis in front of me anymore?
    • Do I stop in Omaha after a nice day driving across America’s heartland, or do I test my manhood and go another 3 hours just to show I can?
    • Do I listen to political podcasts to wile away the hours, or do I blast 80’s rock and sing along at the top of my lungs for 300 miles?
  • Crossing the Red River of the North to get gas in Minnesota because I missed the exit in Fargo and don’t want to lose time by going back, then crossing the Red River to go from Oklahoma to Texas 24 hours later was kind of surreal.
  • It’s all fun and games until you zip your beard into your jacket.
  • Note to self – being smart and laying out an extra sweatshirt to wear in the car so you don’t have to wear your jacket while driving only works if you remember to pick up the sweatshirt before leaving the house.
    • Supplementary note – Truck stop sweatshirts are quite pricy and smell sort of funny.
  • Note to the Wendy’s in South Dakota – Hamburger buns aren’t supposed to be crunchy.

Rumblings

  • Today marks the 2 week mark after leaving my day job. Been keeping myself busy doing little projects around the house, digging out from the snow storms, and cooking.
    • Started the job search already. Not a lot out there yet, but I don’t have to grab the first thing that comes along, either. Worst case scenario, I find something ‘good enough’ in February or March, and continue the search.
    • For now, it’s good to just decompress and get myself together. It’s been the better part of a decade since I had much spare time and energy.
  • Dinner tonight is glazed ham, country-style green beans (onions and ham, slow cooked), home-made macaroni and cheese, and gingerbread made with fresh grated ginger for dessert.
    • I’m currently sitting in the living room, looking out on the snowbanks, and trying not to EAT ALL THE THINGS BECAUSE THE HOUSE SMELLS DELICIOUS.
    • Cooking and baking has always been something I enjoy. Heck, even doing the dishes and folding the laundry has been nice for the past couple of weeks. Not sure I could do this forever, but being a temporary house-husband for a couple of months might just be the therapy I need.
  • Me not working is taking some getting used to. There are these two people who live in the same house as me, and one of them looks a heck of a lot like me. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them somewhere before.
    • They’re having to get used to seeing me outside of runs to the coffee pot and microwave.
    • The dogs, on the other hand, think this is great. They get hot and cold running pat-pats, treats at least two times a day, and even the occasional nap while I putter around the hours.
  • My sense of humor is returning, as is my ability to write more than a few words at once. It’s an amazing what not staring at a computer screen and talking on the phone for 10 to 14 hours a day, coupled with more than four hours of sleep a night, will do.

Rumblings

  • Finally got the last of last week’s ice chipped off of the driveway. The mercury rose above freezing for about 12 hours, and we took advantage of the tropical heat wave to clear our escape route. If you ever need a good overall body workout and stress reliever, get yourself a scraper and 3 to 4 inches of packed ice on cold concrete.
  • It finally got chilly enough for me to call it cold last night. Since this is the sort-of-south, we’ll have to start letting our kitchen sink drip overnight for the next few days. If we ever remodel, I’m going to invest quite a bit on insulation. At the moment, it feels like our exterior walls are insulated with two raccoon pelts, half a bale of sub-standard cotton fluff, and a case of off-brand single-ply shop towels.
  • If you ever feel smug about how well you keep your house clean, pull your dryer out. That’ll humble you right quick.
  • The spent shotgun shell and multiple drywall screws I found at the core of the lint ball blocking the dryer vent tells me that I need to do a better job of checking pockets before running the laundry.
  • It’s amazing how much difference a few ounces of lemon-scented oil, an old wash rag, and half an hour of effort can make to an old piece of wood furniture. Irish Woman has a fascination with furniture made from large chunks of heavy trees, so I think I’ll be spending a bit of time making things shiny in the near future.

Today’s Earworm

Early Tina Turner meets hair band

News Roundup

  • From the “Nearer My God To Thee” Department – Los Angeles is currently engulfed in flames. Multiple fires, including a huge, fast moving blaze in Pacific Palisades, are being fed by extremely dry conditions and vicious Santa Ana winds. FEMA has already been dispatched, and plans to offer a $250 credit at a local Chilis to those impacted by this disaster. As for those who believe that this is not enough, the Biden administration plans to make a $150 billion donation in the name of L.A. County to Ukraine.
  • From the “Haven’t They Suffered Enough?” Department – Former Congresswoman Barbara Lee recently announced her bid to become the new mayor of Oakland, California. Following up on her storied career in the House, during which she supported the 2021 “Give Us All The Money And Nobody Gets Hurt Act”, she aims to turn O-Town around. Her plans include organized midnight shoplifting, gun safety courses for carjackers, and a restructuring of the curriculum in Oakland’s high schools. More emphasis will be put on the economics of drug dealing, graffiti as a political art form, and shop classes devoted to improving the warehouses students squat in after graduation.
  • From the “La Chancla” Department – A Nigerian artist has created what she purports to be the largest sandal in the world. The 50-foot-woman is reportedly in negotiations with the artist for an Instagram campaign, but is holding out for an all-expense-paid trip to Lagos to model it.
  • From the “Talk Less” Department – The leader of the Canadian Green Party, in response to President Trump’s assertions that Canada should join the United States, has proposed that liberal states join Canada instead. She specifically calls out California, Oregon, and Washington. This reporter wants to put himself on record of being 100% behind this plan, and offers his services as a goodwill ambassador to introduce his California brethren to his Canadian brethren.

Status Report – Snowmageddon 2025

Well, we ended up with about 9 or 10 inches of snow, followed by 2 to 3 inches of ice pellets, followed by about 1/4 inch of freezing rain, finished off with 2 to 3 inches of more snow.

Being a man of the North, I got out during the first snow and cleared the driveway and sidewalk. Years of “It’s easier to move 6 inches of snow twice than 12 inches of snow once” kicked into gear. My family and neighbors seemed to find this interesting, as I was monitored from all angles while I did it.

However, the next day when I tried to repeat the process and ran into that nice, thick layer of ice, my 50-something year old back told me that it was a good idea to clear the sidewalk and just make a path up the driveway for the Amazon delivery guy.

The Young Prince and I will endeavor to clear away the rest of the driveway today and tomorrow. I won’t use salt, because I like my driveway, but an ice scraper and a shovel seem to do the trick. It’s just going to take time, effort, and stubbornness to finish the job.

In other news, I found out that more of my neighbors than I thought have snowblowers. I may have to inquire as to whether or not they have daughters of marrying age so that I may introduce my progeny to them.

The Young Prince has been on remote learning for the past couple of days, extending his Christmas break somewhat. Interestingly enough, his art assignments seem to have been the most challenging to complete. My kitchen table was set up as a canvas as he used common household items to create still life photographs using all the colors of the wind.

Irish Woman continues her tasks for her employer from the house, which seems to be centered around multiple phone calls each day, interspersed with silence as she works. These interludes are punctuated by curses at her monitor in a manner only a Kentucky woman of Irish descent can do when the computer does not do as she told it.

Crash, the Siamese Terror, has been comfortably ensconced in a kitty condo in the garage for the duration of the weather event. He gets regular checks and scratches each day. I am doing my best to not allow his outdoor abode get overly burdened with snow and ice.

The canine pets, Moonshine the WonderLab, Princess Sophie von Grrr of Beagle-Dachshund, and Ellie May, the pretty, but not too bright beagle/lab mix, are enjoying much napping in between bouts of insanity brought on by tennis balls and a “Mister Bill” chew toy. Actually, Sophie and Ellie enjoy the insanity. Moonshine, being the elder statesman he is, just sits back and watches his sisters lose their ever loving minds.

Moonshine, he of the thick undercoat, is OK with the snow and chilly temperatures. He’s a little old to cavort in the snow, but he goes about his business outside without a lot of change to his usual routine. Ellie thinks this is the most awesome time of her life, and has to be coaxed back into the house. Sophie, on the other hand, goes out, does her business, and is then happy to grace us with her indoors presence immediately, preferably on somebody’s lap and covered up with a blanket.

We’re slated to get more snow in the next few days, with temperatures not staying above freezing for at least another week after that. Looks like Old Man Winter finally decided to pay us a visit.

Snowmageddon 2025

Dear Kentucky People,

Yes, the good Lord has seen fit to send a crust of ice, followed by several inches of snow, followed by more ice, followed by a few inches of sleet down upon us on this beautiful morning.

I understand that this may be disconcerting to all of y’all who are accustomed to the gentle winters the Commonwealth normally experiences.

But, please don’t let this be a moment of concern.

Just follow School of Cool Rule # 1 – “Don’t be !@#$!!!! stupid!!” – and we’ll all come through this with nary a scratch.

Here are a few hints –

  1. Stay off the roads unless your vehicle has flashing lights on it. Unless you drive a police cruiser, ambulance, or snowplow, just leave the driving to the professionals for the time being. Soon, it will warm up enough that the salt and brine the county spread on every inch of asphalt they could find will start to dissolve our cars and you can get back to your normal 50-in-a-35 routine.
  2. It’s OK to have a wee nip if that makes you feel better, but don’t overindulge. Nobody wants to be snowed in with an alcohol-fueled assbag, and absolutely nobody wants to be getting over a hangover when all that UV starts reflecting off of the snow and ice in a few days.
  3. If you’re snowed in with loved ones, now is not the time to try to work out family issues. There are no disinterested third parties present to referee, and you have no escape if things get out of hand. Today is a good day to give each other space, avoid weighty subjects of any sort, and keep the sharp, pointy objects in the kitchen drawer.
  4. If you, like me, have overindulged on Halloween candy, Thanksgiving pie, and Christmas goodies and really mean it when you say “This year, I’m getting into shape”, but haven’t been to the gym yet, just pay that nice young person down the street the $50 they demand to clear your driveway and walk. Nobody wants to put emergency personnel at risk on these roads because you decided to shovel for yourself and then have a quick conversation with Jesus while your wife pumps on your chest in her bathrobe and curlers.
  5. There are a lot of sportsball programs on the TV today and tomorrow, so please enjoy if that’s your thing. It’s a great way to wile away the hours, and might even be fun for the whole family. However, please remember points 2 and 3 above for the sake of the children.

Anyway, friends and neighbors, enjoy the winter wonderland that the Bluegrass is getting for the next few days. As a true son of the Great White North, I promise that things will get better.

One final thought on the election

In 2016, any Democrat except Hillary Clinton could have beaten Donald Trump.

In 2020, any Republican except Donald Trump could have beaten Joe Biden.

In 2024, the Republicans could have run a tattered dishrag soaked in the leavings of hog trough and beaten Kamala Harris.

The 2024 election cycle is over.

The 2026 election cycle started last Thursday.

The 2028 election cycle starts on January 22.