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Thoughts on the Day

  • A vacation breakfast should be more than oatmeal with honey and sliced pears.
  • My morning was spent scrubbing the kitchen from top to bottom and scrubbing the floors in the rest of the house.  I love the smell of good oil soap on hardwood floors.
  • It is amazing how much a wife appreciates coming home to a clean house and a hot meal.
  • Ladies giving vision exams should not wear low cut tops and push up bras.  
  • Telling the lady doing your eye exam that you are right eye dominant is a good thing.  Her not blinking an eye when she finds out you know this because you’re a shooter is a good sign.
  • Decided to try contact lenses for the first time.  Getting them in was a pain in the butt, but my vision is good with them and it’s not as irritating as I expected.
  • I have it on good authority that I will mix up cleaning solution and saline for my contacts precisely once.
  • I’m afraid BooBoo has my sense of fashion.  He’s currently wearing a pair of galoshes, a long Raiders tee-shirt, and a viking shield to finish off the ensemble.  

30 Days of Shakespeare – Day 6

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. — The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I

My Take – All lives are ephemeral.  My grandmothers are a memory to me, and a vague memory to my children.  My kids’ children may or may not have a memory of me, but I aim to have an impact on them.  We are only here for a very short time, and we must make every heartbeat count as if it is our last.  Heinlein had a saying about taking big bites, and I plan on following it.

Today’s Earworm

A Summit on How to Act Right

The leader of the Saint Louis chapter of the NAACP, the Reverend B.T. Rice, has called for a ‘gun violence summit’ to occur next weekend.  This is being timed to coincide with the NRA Annual Meeting.  


Quoth the good Reverend:

“Why on Earth would a fifteen year old kid have a sawed off rifle?” he asked.  “Why can’t the city, the county, the state officials stop the flow of firearms that flood our community?  It must stop.”

With all due respect to the good Reverend and his organization, it’s not the flood of guns into his ‘community’ that’s the problem.  I grew up in a ‘community’ where every single family we knew not only owned a gun, but owned several.  All adults, men and women, regularly handled firearms, and most children had at least fired a gun by age 10.  We didn’t have 15 year old boys out in the street pointing rifles at police and getting shot.  


I find it ironic that a leader in the NAACP, a group that specifically states a goal of improving the lives of Americans of African descent, is fetishizing an implement instead of pushing his own ‘community’ to stop blaming others for their problems and get on with finding real causes and solutions.  Quit normalizing, and sometimes glorifying, behavior that contributes to the problem:

  • Men who jump in the sack with any woman they can find, but not being there to actually parent the young men and women that are a consequence of that roll in the hay.
  • Two generations of black youth who consider working hard and getting an education as ‘acting white’.
  • Two generations of black youth who think that ‘thug life’ is more desirable than ‘good life’.
  • Three generations of black youth who have grown up in poverty because there is no incentive to do better except as a thug, an entertainer, or an athlete.
  • A community that condones criminal behavior by its members and blames the police when one of its members is caught, tried, convicted, and incarcerated.
  • A community that turns a blind eye to destructive use of alcohol, cocaine, meth, and other intoxicants instead of shunning those who destroy themselves through weakness.



I could go on and on, and to be honest, I would be shocked if bringing these things up to the Reverend and his followers would make a difference.  It takes real strength of character to stop looking outward for the causes of your problems and to change yourself, and so long as the NAACP scapegoats an inanimate object for the deaths of black Americans, that strength will not be evident in their ranks.  


If I can get frank and honest answers from anyone in this argument, maybe I would put more stock in their assertions of racism and evil gun organizations:

  • Why was LaVon Peete out in the street with a gun when he got shot instead of doing homework, working a job, or doing something constructive?
  • Where were his parents, why were they letting him roam the streets with a gun, and why didn’t they know that their 15 year old had a sawed off rifle?
  • Why isn’t the NAACP doing more to keep young black men from going out into the streets to act like thugs?



Instead of asking themselves the hard questions, Reverend Rice and his ilk deflect blame on to others.  To expand on his belief that the fact that the NRA and other pro-gun rights organizations support our rights to keep and bear arms, including the discreet carry of a firearm for self-defense, he should be protesting in front of the local glassworks because they’re flooding the market with cheap glass tubes that are turned into crack pipes.  Maybe he should be protesting in front of the local breweries because they are flooding the market with cheap alcohol.  Or maybe he should be protesting in front of his own church because his ‘community’ is flooding itself with young people who weren’t raised right.


H/T to John Richardson over at No Lawyers – Only Guns and Money for the story.

30 Days of Shakespeare – Day 5

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, — and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

    For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.  — Sonnet XXIX

My Take – When life is giving you its worst, it’s good to be able to think that someone, somewhere, cares.  Even the memory of a smile or a kind word can raise your spirits.

Thoughts on the Day

  • Between what he got from us, Irish Woman’s family, and our friends, BooBoo has been eating candy like he had one of Willy Wonka’s golden tickets.  
  • Dark chocolate covered espresso beans are better than any rabbit I ever got.
  • While coloring eggs last night, Boo was disappointed that putting the eggs in the dye did not cause them to hatch.
  • Apparently the correct formula for a young boy with the thousand yard stare, who has a crying jag while getting his shower, and between sniffles asks where his Easter basket went is to give him a hug, put his blanket and pillow on the couch, and let him watch a movie until he falls asleep.
  • Having Lebanese food for Easter may sound strange, but to be honest, it’s probably at least as appropriate as ham.
  • Easter dinner is not the time to have your father notice your new gauged ears.  Thankfully, it wasn’t one of my kids.
  • Girlie Bear wore her new dress for Easter.  I am in so much trouble if I haven’t properly prepared her for teenage boys yet.

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Shakespeare – Day 4

I hold my peace, sir? no;
No, I will speak as liberal as the north;
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak.  — Othello, Act V, Scene II

My Take – Sometimes it’s hard to say what you truly feel.  When what you have to say is unpopular, a lot of people will try to silence you.  Sometimes it gets you shunned, sometimes it gets you stoned, and sometime it gets you nailed to a tree.  But a free person knows that to be silenced is to be controlled, and will fight to make their voice heard.

Happy National Beer Day!

Today, April 7, is the anniversary of when the sale of beer became legal in the United States after Prohibition.  Yeah, all they could get was 3.2% beer, but it’s better than lemonade.  Some celebrate this momentous occasion as “National Beer Day“.

So, in celebration, I’m tipping back one of the local brews and reflecting on how our modern version of Prohibition is every bit a failure as the first one was.

Hope y’all can imbibe and enjoy the evening.

Today’s Earworm