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Thoughts on the Day

  • The new raised beds for tomatoes and chilis are done.  
    • All they need now is dirt and plants, but that’s Irish Woman’s job.
  • Boo spent the afternoon collecting bugs, snails, and worms for his new biology collection.
    • He did, however, inform us that all of the ants he had collected in his little hand-held vacuum gun had escaped in his bedroom.
    • When he’s done playing with that thing, I’m going to steal it.  A coat of paint and removal of the clear plastic cone in the front will make it a pretty sweet ray-gun looking thing for other forms of entertainment.
  • Only I, while wearing frequently-reapplied sunblock and a hat, could get a sunburn on a cloudy day.
  • When your teenage daughter asks if what you’re having her do is “one of those character-building things”, then you know you’re doing it right.
    • Irish Woman and I had one of the most politically-incorrect conversations we’ve ever had while supervising Girlie Bear as she hauled gravel down to the garden area.
    • It was mostly quotes from Blazing Saddles and involved singing.
  • Girlie Bear went to a sleep-over this evening after working like a dog all day.
    • I have no expectation that she’ll be the first one to conk out, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
    • She wore one of her hippie skirts tonight, but topped it off with an NRA tee-shirt.  That’s daddies little fashion plate.

Today’s Earworm

Thoughts on the Day

  • It is a loving wife who makes the extra trip to the hardware store to exchange the electrical outlet her idiot husband mistakenly bought the night before.
  • The new outlet worked.  No more breakers tripping and I’m starting to make a dent in the mound of laundry.
  • First row of garden beds in the new set is done.  Now to fill behind them and build the second set.
    • Irish Woman is itching to get the garden in now that we’re not getting frost, so I better get it done.
    • She got the onions in tonight, and bought 9 cucumber plants which she plans to plant tomorrow.
      • Last year we had three and they were coming out of our ears.
      • I have no idea what she plans on doing with even more this year.
  • Boo is displaying a lot of innate family traits.
    • His teacher had to take him to the school kitchen and scrub his legs in a sink because he came in from recess four shades grayer than when he went out.
    • He asked me at the store today if he could have both a nerf shotgun and a super soaker because he, and I’m quoting here, “needs it to get Mommy”.
    • I’m not sure, but I think he was trying to belch the alphabet after dinner tonight.
  • When it starts raining hard enough to streak your eyeglasses, it’s time to quit building garden beds for the night.
  • My idea to purchase, refurbish, and live in an old ICBM silo as a retirement home has been officially rejected.
    • I never have any fun.
    • It would have made a great place to entertain.  Imagine the blogshoot potential.
  • Remember the rule about not trying to catch a loaded firearm?  A corollary of that is to not try to catch an uncapped bottle of soda.
    • The cause and effect nature of the results are quite similar, and made almost the same amount of mess for me to clean up.
  • I considered buying fishing line to get my pole set up, but decided against it when I had an honest moment with myself.
    • Who was I kidding?  When I take Boo fishing, my pole won’t even get wet.  Might as well just get his pole ready and go along for the fun.
  • Want to lose an hour of your life and a bit of your faith in humanity all at the same time?   Just read the blotter report for your city on the website of the local newspaper.
    • My inner-voice response to most items was “Really?   Are people that stupid?”.

Book Review – The Last Pendragon

“The Last Pendragon“, by Holly Chism,  is a well-written take on Arthurian fiction.  It twists the ancient legend a few degrees, then lets it progress to the present day.

Plot synopsis:

The main character, Sara Hawke, goes to the mountains to spend some time grieving and getting her mind right when she happens upon a pack of werewolves having their time of the month.  The werewolves chase her for sport over the countryside, and just as she’s about to become Purina Lupine Chow, she is saved by a mysterious stranger who faces down the entire pack.  Sara wakes up to find she is being confined by her savior, but she also wakes up to what and who she really is, and adventure ensues.

This tale grabbed my attention in the first few paragraphs, and I read it in pretty much one gulp.  It’s available in both paperback and ebook, and is another example of a talented writer putting their work out themselves using Amazon and a small printing company.  Mrs. Chism’s writing is descriptive without being flowery, and she does an excellent job setting scenes and describing how the universe of her story is just a few degrees off of plumb with ours.  There are several scenes set in an antique bookstore that I can still imagine in my mind.

This book is appropriate for young adults though senior citizens.   The action is exciting without being graphic, and while the story includes a couple of scenes where the female lead character is in a bath or getting dressed, there is no excess description that would keep me from giving a copy of this book to Girlie Bear.  There is a romantic angle to the story, but this isn’t at all a bodice ripper.

Overall, I’d give the book a score of four out of five.  There are a couple of scenes that I wish the author had been able to expand upon, but they don’t detract too much from the story.  The ending definitely points toward additional books, and I can’t wait to read them.  If you’re looking for a good book to read in an afternoon relaxing in the summer sun, this one is a good candidate.

Thoughts for the Day

  • Is it a bad thing when part of the 220 volt electrical outlet to the dryer falls to the floor when I open it?
    • The breaker for the dryer keeps tripping about five minutes after we turn it on.
    • The part that fell out was half of one of the metal parts that comes in contact with the prongs from the dryer.  My guess is that it was in just enough contact to allow a connection, but would cause a short and trip the breaker once resistance heated it up a bit.
  • Why no, I didn’t take the old receptacle and its faceplate to the hardware store when I went to buy a replacement.  Why should I do that?
    • I’ll be going back tomorrow, with both the old receptacle and the ‘new’ one in order to buy the ‘correct’ one.
  • I actually have a spare receptacle around here somewhere.  Darned if I know where it is.
    • Hey, it’s only money and time.  It’s not like I don’t have an abundance of both.
  • The paperwork for sending Girlie Bear to JROTC summer camp is thicker than my first enlistment contract.
  • Irish Woman had the manners to not wait until I was done with the new garden beds to request a ‘small’ change to the design.
    • I only have to undo a couple of hours worth of work to accommodate it, instead of a couple of days worth.
    • She’s so considerate.
  • Got news today that one of the units training at Fort Knox had a fatality last night, along with several hurt.  If you’re of a mind, there is a family out there that could use your prayers.

News Roundup

  • From the “Dickhead of the Week” Department – The mayor of Osaka, Japan, has made assertions that the Korean and Chinese women who were forced into sexual slavery by the Japanese government were instead volunteers.  He also asserted that the use of women from conquered territories in brothels was a “necessary evil”, and advised the commander of US forces on Okinawa that the Marines there need to start visiting prostitutes to let off a little steam.  Apparently Psychosan feels it’s a good thing to rip the scab right off the festering wound of Asian history, but I’m sure he’s a good person at home.  You know, between ripping the wings off of hummingbirds and slapping puppies around, he’s probably a sweet guy with the kids.
  • From the “Balls versus Brains” Department – A teacher in Colorado is being hailed for picking up a suspicious bag and taking it outside of the school.  It was later found that the bag held a real pipe bomb, not a training aid left over when the local constabulary was playing reindeer games.  While I applaud this teacher’s bravery and dedication to safety, I don’t think I’d have done the same in their shoes.  It’s just too easy for something to be unstable to be safely moved or for the miscreant who put it there to have put an anti-tampering mechanism on it.  Better to just get the kiddies as far from it as possible as quickly as possible and let the men in armored suits and their pet robots investigate.
  • From the “And One for Your Mother” Department – When asked by the IRS to detail what they were studying at their book groups, a TEA Party group that was applying for non-taxable status replied with a copy of the Constitution.  Ladies and gentlemen of American Patriots Against Government Excess, I raise my glass at your mastery of the art of smartass.  Hopefully someone at the IRS took the time to actually read it before they threw it in the burn bag.
  • From the “Proving the Adage” Department – A woman in Florida got the surprise of her life when she looked down and realized that she was bleeding while she was having coffee with her friend.  Imagine her shock when she found out she’d been shot by the .25 pistol her friend was keeping in her purse.  Somewhere in heaven, Jeff Cooper is looking down and nodding his head in an “I told you so” kind of way.  This is yet another example of why when you buy a gun, you should also buy a holster.  It’s amazing what can get into a trigger guard.
  • From the “Who Watches The Watchers?” Department – One of the soldiers responsible for the Army’s sexual harassment and sexual assault prevention program at Fort Hood, Texas, has been arrested and charged with abusive sexual conduct, forcing a subordinate into prostitution, and sexual assault.  Remember how I called for public floggings for those who are found guilty of sexual misconduct in the military?  Well, I stand by that position.  If true, this means a senior NCO (You don’t get to that kind of position as a Specialist) was abusing his position to FORCE ANOTHER SOLDIER INTO PROSTITUTION.  Exactly how screwed is the vetting process for the program if you don’t catch a guy who’s going to pimp out his fellow soldiers during interviews and background checks?  Whoever is in charge of this needs to be sacked, along with a few layers of leadership who not only screwed up in the personnel selection process, but also let this continue.  I’m sorry, but you can’t say “I didn’t know my subordinate had a side job peddling flesh” unless you’re just not paying attention to what your troop is up to.  I know the sexual harassment pendulum can swing way too far the other way and people can get implicated in stuff they didn’t do if the climate gets too strict, but someone’s head needs to be put on a pike in front of III Corps headquarters, preferably in full view of every soldier on post.

Today’s Earworm

Blogs Roundup

  • Blackfive points out that while position doesn’t always equal class, in some circumstances, it does.
  • BRM has released his first novel.  Go. Buy. Read.  There will be a review here once I’m done with the reviews I’ve already got in the works and I read it myself.
  • Auntie J demonstrates that, no matter what, the kids know who their mom and dad are.
  • Brigid had me at “tragic potato gun accident”.

Today’s Earworm

The Appeal of Tyranny

Let’s face it, freedom isn’t easy.  Being responsible for your own decisions means you’re responsible for the consequences, good or bad, of those decisions.  It means that not only can you have a great life because you made good decisions, but also that you can have a horrible life when you make bad decisions.  The freedom to be rich is also the freedom to starve.  The freedom to choose is also the freedom to choose poorly.

Tyranny, on the other hand, makes life simpler for the average person.  How much easier is life when someone else makes the decision and, for the most part, shields you from bad consequences?  That is the seductive nature of tyranny.  Just give in, let someone else make the decision, and they’ll take care of everything.  No need to worry about where the next meal is going to come from when all you have to do is pledge allegiance to Caesar and he will make sure there are bread and circuses.  Why worry about starting a business when you can just espouse your love and admiration of Dear Leader and he’ll make sure that there’s a factory built so you have a good job, an apartment, and a clinic to take your children to?  Why get a job and work so hard, when you can just vote for politicians who will keep those sweet, sweet welfare checks, either personal or corporate, coming and not ask any questions about how you spend the money?  All you have to do is be a reliable voting block for one party or another, and they’ll make sure you don’t have to live with the consequences of your bad choices, even if they have to limit what you can choose in the first place.

In the most seductive and dangerous form of tyranny, you still have the illusion of freedom; the government just gets to define which decisions you still have the freedom to make, and which options you are still allowed to choose.  Sure, you can choose which foods to eat, as long as the government decides that they are ‘pure’ enough for your palate, or if they’re healthy enough for you to imbibe.  You can still make decisions about your child’s education, so long as it’s at a government approved program.  You can feel secure in your home, the government just needs your young people to go fight wars in far-off lands for murky reasons without having to check with you first, and they’ll also need you to submit to new surveillance and searches in order to do get that done for you.  Heck, they’ll even let you decide which websites to view, they’ll just assert a power to monitor what you’re looking at, who you’re communicating with, and what you’re talking about.  Don’t worry about how they’ll use the information, just take a little more soma and enjoy your simple, easy life.

The trade-off, of course, is that you give up a lot in order to have your needs taken care of.  A government that gives you everything not only has the ability to take away everything, but also has the ability to limit what you can do and dictate what you must do.  A government that gives you free food and healthcare will eventually start to dictate what you can and can’t eat, or what you can and can’t get taken care of at the doctor.  A government that funds business picks and chooses which companies survive, as well as the technologies and business methods that are allowed to happen, decides who succeeds and who doesn’t**.  A government that feels it should control information and what is said in the public square will use its power to try to intimidate and silence critics.

And let’s recognize something here:  Few tyrants see themselves as tyrannical, and tyranny rarely happens overnight. I honestly believe that almost every authoritarian has the best interests of the rest of humanity in their hearts when they start restricting the freedoms of others.  They just have a warped perspective on what’s good and right for humanity.  Even if the current leadership isn’t that bad, or heck even if they’re philosopher kings that wouldn’t think of violating our freedom, if you give them powers now with a gentleman’s agreement that they won’t abuse them, even if they abide by that promise, who’s to say that someone in 10, 50, or 100 years from now won’t use them as a tool to carve away freedom?  We have to be careful what power we give good people, because eventually bad people are going to have that power.

This is one of the reasons that I continually remind my kids that no one owes them anything.  Above and beyond the value of being self-sufficient, it teaches them to not get into that dangerous comfort zone where a little help from Uncle Sugar becomes a little more, then a little more, then eventually they find themselves in a cage, gilded or not.*  I’m setting them up for a harder life, but hopefully it’ll be a better one.  Like the ants in the fable, the grasshoppers are going to call them fools for working so hard when the necessities of life are free for the asking.  What I want my kids to know is that these things aren’t really free, (someone has to pay for them, usually the other ants) and that the sweet honey might just be a sticky trap waiting to spring.  If only more people would recognize the danger of tyranny in the siren song of dependency, we might be able to choose to have a freer, better world.

*Yes, I understand that I’m also in that gilded cage.  My responsibility to the next generation is to help them see the cage, give them the tools to make sure the door isn’t shut and locked on them, and maybe dismantle the cage a bit.

**Edited to make this an actual sentence.  I swear, I truly did pass English 101.