• I have no mouth, and I must scream (Harlan Ellison)

    Way back, a long time ago (1967 in fact), Harlan Ellison wrote a creepy short science fiction story. You can find the story here, but be aware, it’s pretty gruesome: I have no mouth, and I must scream.

    I’ve always thought that it is the epitome of describing several things. Depression is one of them. Unpopular political thinking (un-PC) is another. Domestic violence is a viable third. The need to discuss a problem, express an opinion, get help, get out of a dreadful situation, but not seeing any viable solution. The ultimate description of Stress is “The confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s natural desire to beat the <stuffing, crap, sh!t, sense> out of some idiot who desperately deserves it”.

    (Side note) I may upset some relatives, but you’re probably already aware of my proclivities. I am who I am (Popeye).

    Why is the support of abortion, the requirement to provide it on demand, a federal requirement. But the same groups that support continuation and common availability of abortion do not condone the ultimate punishment for a criminal convicted of any number of heinous crimes. In 2010 there were over 3/4 million abortions in the US and associated regions (Abortion Surveillance report). The same year, 46 people on death row were executed, the remainder (just over 3000) either remained on death row, were convicted, released, died of natural causes, whatever (Executions in 2010). Numbers have been dropping for both executions and abortions. Realizing that there have been mistakes made in the jury’s decision to convict the criminal, 46 is an insignificant number of people in a population of over 300 million in the USA. But 3/4 of a million is a much more significant number, and should be more deserving of attention. These aborted babies (fetus’, whatever) have committed no crime, broken no laws, or done anything deserving of their death (notwithstanding complications of pregnancy). What’s unknown in the long run is the number of potential Albert Einsteins, George Washington Carvers, Martin Luther Kings, or Mahatma Ghandis who were never given the opportunity to exist or make a difference in the world. So the question is, where are our priorities? Elimination of some dreadful people with no redeeming qualities, or saving of the unborn child who may (or may not) contribute to society? Hat tip to eugenicist Margaret Sanger (Margaret Sanger quotes).

    Another inspiring thought before it gets too late. If a gunny (person who supports the ownership of guns) finds a business with a “No Guns Allowed” sign, they’ll find another business or leave their weapon in a safe place before going into that business. Maybe quietly break the no-guns rule. And pass the word to other gunnies to avoid that business, they’re not gun-friendly. On the other hand (OTOH), there’s been a movement recently for certain minority groups to select a business, enter the business, and ask for something that the business does not support for religious or other reasons. Business refuses said service or makes a statement to the Press where they do not support providing specific services (outside their normal scope of services) to said minority group. The minority group, rather than moving on to a more friendly business, subjects the unfortunate business to lawfare (threats or actual lawsuits), threats of harm to body and property, intimidation, and public shaming. Which group shows more tolerance, understanding, and cooperation? The gunnies or the minority group? Dollars to donuts, the minority group has a Coexist (Coexist bumper sticker) bumper sticker.

    OBTW, the “C” in Coexist belongs to one of the most anti-coexistence religions. A.k.a. “The Religion of Peace”. Do some research, or drop a comment for more notes if you don’t know of what I speak.

    More to come on this, my voice is getting worn out from screaming…


  • Fun with the RV – 1.0

    As you’ll see on the RV page of this blog, RVs can be fun. And I mean that in both a good way and a bad way.

    Today was a good day though, I was able to fix several nagging problems on The RV from Heck.

    21 years is a pretty good life for an electric motor exposed to the atmosphere under the RV, right behind the front tire, and not used often. The automatic entry steps quit extending reliably. Several weeks ago I tore them apart, cleaned, tested, adjusted, and they seemed to work correctly. Till the next time I moved the RV. Then they refused to extend. Making the leap into and out of the RV when two steps are missing isn’t too bad for me, but a challenge for the height-challenged wife. So over this weekend I did lots of research, and found out that the motor drive for the steps is nothing more than a automotive electric window motor. Visiting a local parts emporium, I was able to select and order the optimum replacement motor, one that fits a late-eighties/early-nineties Ford. Today the part arrived, and following some more cleaning, and judicious grinding of the center pivot pin, the motor was installed, wired, and successfully tested. Joy.

    Another problem with 21-year old RVs is that plastic breaks down. The slide was leaving orange plastic chunks underneath every time it was run out to the extended position. Originally, I thought that some child had left a small toy on the floor to get crushed under the slide rollers. But in reality, the plastic is the cushion over the metal rollers. Sigh. Four new rollers from Newmar later, the slide doesn’t leave plastic chunks in the carpet any more.

    Finally, re-repair the main cabin door. I goofed up and let the door slam open recently and it popped the inner panel loose on the door, and re-damaged the outside just below the handle. One piece of diamond tread aluminum later, there’s now a protective plate to prevent further re-damaging of the door.

    As said, it feels good to fix stuff on the beast. It’s all fun when it works, and can be a real P.I.T.A. when they don’t. Check the RV page for a list of the fixes…


  • Cinco de Mayo

    As promised yesterday…

    Most people think Cinco de Mayo exists as a Mexican holiday celebrating a victory over a French invading army. Or at least that’s what the media want you to believe.

    But now, the rest of the story:

    Most people don’t know that back in 1912, Hellmann’s mayonnaise was manufactured in England.  In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York.

    This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico…. But as we know….the great ship did not make it to New York….The ship hit an iceberg and sank …. and the cargo was forever lost….

    The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly awaiting its delivery …. were disconsolate at the loss….

    Their anguish was so great, that they declared a National Day of Mourning which they still observe to this day…. The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th…. and is known….of course….as Sinko de Mayo….

    Grabbed from here: http://www.guy-sports.com/humor/saints/cinco_de_mayo.htm

    Thanks for visiting, try the veal, and don’t forget to tip your wait-staff…


  • Shooting Ranges 1.0

    Done a little shooting lately, which is a lot more than normal for me (Maryland sucks for shooting ranges).

    So while in Nashville for the NRA AM, I took a college friend and his son to the Nashville Armory for an hour of blasting away. Used my own weapons, but they had a nice selection. Good place.

    And several weeks later in Salt Lake City went to Get Some Guns for more entertainment with family. Didn’t have any guns with me this time, so splurged, spent $25 for the “all you can eat” rental option. Was worth it. Nothing says F.Y.T. (fsck you too) like a suppressed FN-X .45. Dad and son had a great time too.

    Nothing like showing a new generation proper handling and shooting procedures.

    (Disclaimer: I got nuttin’ in compensation for the above recommendations. Cost me a pretty penny, in reality, but worth it)

     


  • May the Fourth Be With You

    Happpy May the 4th, and let the Fourth be with You. Sorry, no pictures. Check out some of the other bloggers out there, there’s some great visuals. I’ll steal them another time.

    Yeah, terrible pun. But there’s something to be said about bad, or good, puns. Real groaners, knee-slapping sharp puns. Unlike jokes, puns tend to require thought and understanding. So, expect a pun or three here on occasion. Like when my addled brains can remember and regurgitate it accurately.

    Stand by for tomorrow’s pun. With all due respect to my wife’s sensibilities and cooking skills…