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Bears in the News

A Florida woman reports that a large black bear took a quick swim in her pool.  The lady says that she is used to seeing bears in her yard, but this is the first one to take a dip.  She scared the furry bather away, but is worried he may return.  I can’t say I blame the bear.  Wearing a fur coat in June in Florida must be painful. Then again, I’d hate to have to clean that pool filter.

Authorities in South Carolina are trying to trap a young black bear that has wandered into town using sardines and honey buns as bait. It’s been my experience that if you want to catch a DaddyBear, the best bait is coffee, bacon, diet cola, and a good book, but there’s no telling with these young bears today.  Damn kids will give the world away for a few canned fish and some pre-made pastries.

And on a sad note, a bear and two motorists were killed when the bear was propelled through both the windshield and rear window of an SUV after being hit by another car.  Amazingly, a third occupant of the car was not killed.  While I’m saddened by the loss of life, I’m amazed that a Pontiac can impart enough force upon a 300 pound bear to drive it up and through an SUV the long way while hitting two seats on the way through.  The guys in the Pontiac must have been going about Warp 3.

Do Some Good

On the right side the page there’s a link to Fisher House.  For those of you who aren’t aware of this group, its basic mission is to provide a place for wounded servicemembers and their families to stay while they are in military and VA hospitals without bankrupting themselves.  This allows our wounded warriors to have family support while they’re recuperating from injuries they’ve sustained on our behalf.  It’s been one of my preferred charities since Little Bear’s mom and I stayed at the Fisher House on Fort Bliss when he was born several months premature and he was in the NICU at WBAMC for several months.  We were given a comfortable room, a kitchen to prepare food, and a place of sanity and support while we worried about and took care of our little guy.

This isn’t a bleg for cash, although a donation to this cause is always welcome.  What I’m asking for is a donation of something you’re not using.

In a former job, I used to travel a lot, and I built up a metric ton of airline miles.  Since leaving that job, I’ve used most of these, but now there is a residue of miles scattered across four or five airlines.  I was just going to forget about them and let them expire, until I recently listened to Dark Secret Place.  Bryan Suits interviewed a lady from Fisher House, and she mentioned the Hero Miles program.  Basically, you donate your frequent flyer miles to Fisher House, they combine them with other donations, and provide airline tickets to families so they can travel between home and the base their servicemember is rehab’ing at.

So I filled out the forms and sent them in.  It’s better that my miles be used by someone than they be expired by the airlines.  And I’m giving a little back to a group that’s been there for me.

So, if you have airline miles that you aren’t using, please consider putting them to good use.  It won’t cost you anything, and it’s a good cause.

Time to get a new doctor

Florida recently passed a law that prevents doctors from gathering information about firearms in the homes of their patients, unless the doctor believes that the presence of said firearms has a direct relationship to the condition that is being treated.  To no-one’s surprise, the doctors have gotten a lawyer.

Now, our family doctor has been seeing us for so long that she knows a lot about our lifestyles just by osmosis. We’ve even talked about guns, hunting, and computers during a few visits, so she’s pretty familiar with my hobbies.  Where I become a little more reserved is with doctors in the emergency department and urgent care clinics.  These doctors, for whom I have a healthy respect and am lucky to have available for emergencies and when I can’t get in to see my PCP, don’t know me from Adam, and vice versa.  So they get the bare minimum on anything that’s not part of the problem I’m seeing them for.

If a doctor asks if there are firearms in my home, unless their presence is a factor in my malady, I won’t answer.  Which I guess is pretty much a yes, but I’m not going to give them any further information than that.   I have had only one pediatrician ask Junior Bear if there were guns in his house, and I cut that off.  I also don’t let my kids see a doctor without either me or Irish Woman in the room, for this and other reasons.

I guess my point is that while we shouldn’t be ashamed of our hobby, we don’t need to share details like what guns we have, how and where we store them, and do the children know where they are, unless of course we deem it necessary.

Now to the bigger point.  Does the government have the power to tell a medical professional which diagnostic questions may or may not be asked of a patient, assuming that a patient may refuse to answer any question?  The answer is, of course, no.  It is none of the government’s business what I discuss with my doctor, or what she wants to ask me.   If the American Medical Association wants to come out with its own regulations to compel some questions and forbid others, that’s a matter between the doctor, a private citizen, and the AMA, a private organization.  The Florida legislature needs to find something better to do with its time.

Thought for the Day

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and furySignifying nothing.” — William Shakespeare, Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

The Day of Days

67 years ago today, the liberation of Nazi-occupied France and the rest of western Europe began. The armed forces of the United States and her allies had been derided by Hitler, and he sent his best general, Erwin Rommel, to make sure that the French coast was an impenetrable fortress.  The Germans felt so secure behind their Atlantic Wall that they allowed critical senior leaders to take leave during prime campaigning months. 

Hitler scoffed that an army and navy made up of the mongrels from America could stand up to his ‘racially pure’ Wehrmacht and SS.  Waves of paratroopers, glider infantry, and plain old doughfoots slogging out of the surf proved him wrong.  Navy destroyers, which normally stayed out of range of shore batteries, purposely put themselves in danger to provide fire support to the landing waves.  Army Air Corps pilots, many of whom had never flown in combat before, flew transport or bombing missions under heavy fire.  Green warriors, who had never heard a shot fired in anger, stood up to and defeated an army that had never known defeat and had conquered Europe at breakneck speed.

The fighting at Normandy and the rest of the Western Front pales in comparison to the battles between the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany on the Eastern Front.  But the opening of the Second Front on Juno, Gold, Omaha, Sword, and Utah beaches forced Hitler to fight on two fronts.  He would never concentrate his resources against any single opponent again. 

When I was stationed in Europe, I would occasionally come across an older Belgian, Dutch, or French citizen, and uniformly they would thank me for the sacrifices that my grandfather’s generation made for them.  Decades later, grown men would unashamedly weep at the memory of liberation.  What was different about this war from all other wars was our motivation. We fought in Europe to free it from tyranny, not to retaliate against an attack on us. We were not conquerors. We came, we liberated, we rebuilt, we protected, and we went home.

We will probably never see a battle like Operation Overlord again.  The nature of warfare has made the mass use of landing craft and airborne troops almost suicidal.  But the spirit of the American, UK, Canadian, and Free French who attacked Fortress Europe on June 6, 1944 lives on whenever our nations work together to make others free.

Book to Movie Musings

Since I became a father in the early 1990’s, it’s probably safe to say that I’m intimately familiar with Pixar Studios and their work, as well as the work of other studios who copied their digital approach to filmography.  Even a cursory look at the success of The Lion King, Shrek, and How to Train Your Dragon will show that these artists and their distributors have caught lightning in a bottle.

But almost all of the offerings in computer animation have been kid or family oriented.  The exception, of course, is Avatar.  Let’s get over the political and social commentary that this film is supposed to contain, and admit that James Cameron at least had the vision to take the medium that has worked for kids and make it work for an adult audience exclusively.

There are a lot of books in all of the genres that I have read that I think would make a really good movie, but due to problems with either the settings, characters, or story would be difficult to translate from paper to celluloid.  Some attempts have been made, such as Dune or Starship Troopers, with varying levels of success.  Some stories, such as Dune or Starship Troopers have so much commentary and story happening solely in the minds of the characters that no matter the medium, they would be difficult to make and still stay true to the original story, no matter the medium.

So what do you all think?  Are there books that you’ve enjoyed, and would like to see produced as a movie, especially if Pixar’s methods would do a better job than traditional cinema?

An Interesting Step

A company in Wisconsin is reporting that they have found a way make biofuel out of wood chips and agricultural waste such as corn stalks.  This may be a significant step.  If fuel can be made from what is normally a waste product, then the increased demand for food grains such as corn, and the resulting higher prices for food, could be eliminated.  It would be even more interesting if this process uses the cellulose in the plant matter to make ethanol, and not just the sugar in it.  That breakthrough would allow just about any plant material, such as grass or leaves, to make fuel.

Before cheering about this, I want to see some math that shows that more energy is produced by this fuel than is used to make it. That’s always been one of the drawbacks of corn based ethanol.  The amount of energy a gallon of ethanol provides is dwarfed by the amount of energy from petroleum that is needed to plant, fertilize, harvest, transport, and process it.

So, on the whole, I’ll give this one a qualified “cool”.  If this company can a) produce fuel that has a net increase in the energy produced and b) can do it economically enough that it can compete with petroleum fuels, then I’ll upgrade it to a “sweet”.

Good thing he didn’t have a gun

Or someone might have gotten hurt.

A man in Chicago was attacked by a group of youths on Saturday night.  And by attacked, I mean smacked by a baseball in the head and then beaten by 15 to 20 youths, and by youths I mean the semi-civilized denizens of our cities who get together to do nothing better than lay a beating on a random stranger.

The misguided children of the night fled when the police arrived, and apparently several were arrested.  Something tells me they weren’t members of the National Honors Society or the Boy Scouts.

At least this happened in Chicago, where I can almost guarantee that the recipient of the beat down was unarmed.  If he’d had a gun, he might have utilized it to either prevent the attack or to stop it before it progressed.  I mean, one of these poor unfortunates might have been harmed, either by running from an armed man who refused to be beaten within an inch of his life by a pack of urban wolves, or maybe even ventilated in the torso or cranium by someone who had the audacity to object to being victimized on the streets of a major American city.

Luckily, all the target of this mob had to defend himself against 20 to 1 odds was his rapier wit, and the police arrived to chase the group of youths away before he was beaten bad enough to actually die.  So I guess everyone won here.  The youths got to beat up a stranger, the stranger is still alive, and the police can claim they saved a man’s life when they go for funding next year.

Isn’t it nice when a story has a happy ending?

For you preppers out there

While we made our trip to the hardware store for paint on Sunday, I stumbled across a pre-packaged, long shelf-life form of protein:

Although, I must say, this would have to be my last resort to put a little protein into the daily soup in the event of TEOTWAWKI.  I’d have to be completely out of fish, squirrels, rabbits, deer, skunk, groundhogs, and household pets before I’d mix these into the Hamburger Helper.  I’ve eaten a few insects and the like before, and they lacked texture, flavor, and that whole mouth feel that makes food satisfying.  And good luck getting the kids to eat their dinner with this stuff, unless you make it into a Fear Factor kind of thing.

OC Non-Event

Along with Breda and other bloggers, today I made it a point to carry my pistol openly.  In Kentucky, you can OC without a license, so it’s not uncommon, especially away from the bigger cities.  I OC every so often, especially in the summer when it’s too hot and muggy to wear a cover garment.  I’ve never been challenged, and today was no exception.

We made a quick jaunt to the Big Blue Box of Lumber and Hardware for paint and garden plants.  As we went in, I double checked to make sure there was no binding signage, and found none.  Other than that, I didn’t pay it any mind, and apparently no-one else did.  I noticed no strange looks, and interacted with several employees and other shoppers.  
On the way home, I stopped to get some gas at one of the local stop-n-rob’s.  While waiting to pay for my bucket of Coke Zero, I chatted with the local constable, and he didn’t say anything about the gun on my hip.  By the way, that’s not a euphemism.  The little town I was passing through doesn’t have police, they have a constable.  The clerk did notice it as I checked out, but he did it at the same time I noticed the rather large revolver on his hip.  Did I mention that this was a family owned business in a pretty rural area?  Something tells me that a chain store in the suburbs wouldn’t have a clerk that was openly armed.
So there you go.  I openly carried a firearm, nothing happened, and no-one else seemed to have an issue with it.