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Thoughts on the Day

  • Thunderclaps and lightning strikes mean no loading the airplane.
  • Of course I left my rain gear at the hotel.  Why would I bring it with me to the airfield?  That would be silly.
  • UFC fighting just isn’t my thing.  If I want to watch people taking shots at each other, rolling around trying to get the other guy to tap out, and getting covered in blood for money, I’ll watch C-SPAN.
  • It has been a long time since I’ve had seafood for breakfast.  It was rather nice.
  • Definition of politeness – The young lady behind me on one of my flights today got airsick just after a rather soft landing.  She’d been holding it down so that no-one else got sick.
  • Yet again, the TSA at Norfolk International Airport can go jump in a vat of acid, and I mean that in the kindest way imaginable.
  • Here’s a hint:  If you can’t describe why the real airport police (Not the TSA, but the real carry-a-badge-and-a-gun police) got called because of your behavior without launching into another loud, profane tirade on the telephone, then maybe you’re part of the problem.
    • Yes, I’m sure the black ticket agent called the black police officers over because you’re black.
    • Your race card is looking a bit tattered lately.
  • Southwest Airlines cut it a little close with my connection today, but it was rather nice to walk off one jetway, turn left, walk 30 feet, turn left again, then walk down another jetway and onto my flight home.
  • Got home to a grilled steak and a cold beer.  I guess Irish Woman is happy to see me.
  • It is hard to type when  dog has his head on your shoulder and won’t leave you alone because you might disappear again.

Today’s Earworm

I’ve had enough time around airplanes for a while.  It’s good to have a good home-cooked meal and see Irish Woman and the kids.

 

Thoughts on the Day

– I have decided that the part of traveling that disagrees with me is the portion between when I leave my driveway and when I pull back in.
– There was a gaggle of small children on my flight today. They were kind enough to not cry all at once. Instead, they took turns screaming, kind of like a choral of shrieking.
–  I am officially too old to go out to a ‘restaurant’ that features loud music and too many people.
–  I apologize to my tidewater friends, but Maryland wins hands down in the crab cake competition.
–  I got to explain what Retreat and To The Colors are for to someone tonight. Hadn’t done that for a long time.

Thought for the Day

Scout Oath (or Promise)

 

On my honor I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country
and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong,
mentally awake, and morally straight.

 

Scout Law

A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly,
courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty,
brave, clean, and reverent.

 

I thought these would be appropriate, considering today is the anniversary of the beginning of the Scouts.

Rule 1 – Don’t Be Stupid

Recently, a man in Michigan was arrested after he flashed a card identifying him as a CIA employee.  Apparently Mr. Flint isn’t really with the CIA, and he showed the card to allay any concerns brought on by him carrying a pistol, ammunition, and body armor at a movie theater.  Now, instead of enjoying popcorn and a beverage while being entertained, he’s going to be introduced to the guys over at Club Fed for a while.

If you’re going to carry a gun, your actions need to be as pure as the driven snow, or at least as close as you can get.  I understand carrying a gun to somewhere in public like a restaurant or a movie theater.  I do it all the time.  I also recognize that some property owners don’t want legal carriage of firearms in their establishments.  I recognize it, I don’t agree with it, but it’s their property.   I avoid these establishments as much as I can, and I try to scan the doors of businesses to see if they have posted a sign asking that I keep myself and my firearm out.

In this case, the movie theater may have had a posted policy against bringing weapons on the premises, and this guy thought he’d ignore it.  In a lot of states, that act itself isn’t illegal.  As I understand the law here in Kentucky, if a property owner notices that you’re carrying and asks you to take your gun and leave, you have to go, but so long as you comply, no harm, no foul.

But flashing phony ID and claiming to be something you’re not so that you can enjoy watching “The Chipmunks VII:  Theodore’s Sacrifice” is pretty much the opposite of what you should do.  It only leads to more complications, as in this case, where our subject will probably be losing a few of his God-given rights because of a moment of stupidity.

To sum up:  When you’re carrying, obey the law.  Doing anything less puts yourself at risk legally and makes the rest of us look bad.

And for those who need to reach for smelling salts because a man was carrying 34 bullets and had 111 more in his car, that’s called having your range bag in the trunk and having two reloads in your pocket.  You might as well gasp loudly when a golfer has his clubs in the back of the minivan and a couple of extra balls in his pocket.

Shoutouts

  • To whoever requisitioned October weather for July in Kentucky, bless you.
  • To Irish Woman, who suggested we get two bushels of canning tomatoes at the market the other day, thank you.  We shall enjoy the 19 quarts of pasta sauce we made and canned.
  • To the smokers of Louisville, I hope someday they hand y’all a snow shovel and a whisk broom and make you clean up the drifts of butts that have built up on some of the streets.
  • To the people being absolute drama queens, whiners, and petulant children because The Old Reader organization has decided they’re overwhelmed with what is, to them, a hobby: grow up.  It’s not the end of the world, it’s an inconvenience.
  • To the nitwit from North Carolina who threw his spit cup out his car window in traffic today, I hope you spill the next one in your lap so the inside of your car can smell like the outside of my truck.

An Open Letter to the Republican National Committee

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I am a life-long Republican who has decided that the party has left me and those like me behind in its journey toward becoming the other Democrat party.  Now, the usual gang of idiots, whose support gave us Bob Dole, John McCain, and Mitt Romney, is lining up to support New Jersey governor Chris Christie in his quest to become the next Republican to lose to a Democrat half-wit.

I’ve walked away from the Republican party rank and file, and put myself into the “Independent” column, but I still tend to lean toward your side of the argument on most elected officials.  That being said, let me make myself perfectly clear:

If you nominate Chris Christie or any of his ilk for the presidency in 2016, you will lose, and I will do everything in my power to help that along.

Now, let me be brutally honest:

I will vote for Hillary Rodham Clinton before I will vote for Chris Christie. I will vote for Nancy Pelosi before I will vote for Chris Christie. I will vote for Deval Patrick before I will vote for Chris Christie.  I will vote for just about anyone else on the face of the planet before I will vote for Chris Christie.

And I will shout from the rooftops to anyone who will listen as to why and I will take as many Republican voters with me as I can.

Chris Christie is political kryptonite to me and those like me.  He has cozied up to Barack Obama as often as he can.  He opposes gun rights at every turn, and supported anti-rights legislation in New Jersey at the same time that a groundswell of support for pro-gun legislators in Congress was at its peak.  His ilk should not be the future of the party, and if he is, you will throw away the support of that all-important “None of the above” political demographic.

Am I getting through to you?

The best case scenario for you if Governor Christie is on the Republican ticket in 2016 is that we stay home on election day.  The worst case is that we decide to vote for someone other than the person y’all decided deserved a turn at losing an election.

If you want my support and the support of those like me, you need to break your habit of putting up a milquetoast, get-along-to-get-along candidate.  You need to support people who want to roll back the abuses of the last two presidencies, both in the area of individual rights and in the overreach and intrusion of the federal government.  Anything less will reinforce your status as the also-ran, permanent loyal opposition.

Sincerely yours,

Daddy J. Bear
Louisville, KY

 

(Yes, I did put this in an envelope and mailed it.  No, I don’t expect they’ll respond)

Happy Birthday!

Today is the birthday of an Original Gangster American Badass, Samuel Whittemore.  This fine gentleman, at the ripe age of 80, proceeded to take on the British army armed only with the weapons he had in his home, gave better than he got, and survived to tell the tale.

Whittemore was in his fields when he spotted an approaching British relief brigade under Earl Percy, sent to assist the retreat. Whittemore loaded his musket and ambushed the British from behind a nearby stone wall, killing one soldier. He then drew his dueling pistols and killed a grenadier and mortally wounded a second. By the time Whittemore had fired his third shot, a British detachment reached his position; Whittemore drew his sword and attacked. He was shot in the face, bayoneted thirteen times, and left for dead in a pool of blood. He was found alive, trying to load his musket to fight again. He was taken to Dr. Cotton Tufts of Medford, who perceived no hope for his survival. However, Whittemore lived another 18 years until dying of natural causes at the age of 98.

Today, please raise a toast to the man who typifies my beliefs about Americans:  We’re a peaceful people, but raise a hand to harm us, and we’ll take your whole gorram arm off.

Thoughts on the Day

  • It is exceedingly difficult to convince some people that it is better to write down how to do something, especially if it’s an odd happenstance that does occasionally happen, than to be called on vacation because you’re the only person who knows how to do something and can’t be bothered to write it down.
    • I spent 8 hours over two days working on two tasks that others have done but failed to document their procedures.
  • The Thai chili garlic dill pickles turned out quite well.  They go very well with a cold beer and grilled meat.
  • Little Bear and I had dinner last night with a good friend’s family for a wedding rehearsal dinner.
    • When you eat dinner with a Chinese family and they compliment the Chinese food at the restaurant, it must be good.
    • I don’t speak Chinese, but I recognized a couple of phrases from Firefly.
    • I ate until I was stuffed, but they kept pushing food at me.  Apparently I don’t eat enough.
  • I’m enjoying this 75 degree July weather.  I could get used to having the climate of San Diego, but the culture and people of Kentucky.

Thought for the Day

If “In Vino Veritas” is true, what do you get from bourbon?

To paraphrase George Carlin, it’s questions like these that kept me out of the good universities.