Archive for May, 2009

Your Debt, Your Burden

Had Thai yesterday.  Normally The Dude and I head out to get Thai or something spicy on a Thursday just to get out of the office.  Yesterday we drug ID10T-Killer to a place we don’t hit very often.  Waitress took our orders and The Dude and I both ordered Drunken Noodles, extra extra hot (three H’s on the waitress’ pad – she walked away shaking her head).

It was… challenging.  I am almost never challenged anymore.  It was fantastic. ID10T-Killer said “I’ve never seen you sweat before.”

So McGoo and Daver in tandem put me onto this picture.


Inadvertent truth in advertising. In multiple nuances.


You concerned?  I’m concerned that shortly I will be taxed so hard that I won’t be able to save enough for my OWN retirement – all because I’m expected to take care of other’s poor planning.  If you have been around these last 20-30 years and saving for retirement and have not stashed away more money than you actually thought you needed in a large diverse number of places, it’s hard to argue that it is society’s burden and not yours.

Taxpayers are on the hook for an extra $55,000 a household to cover rising federal commitments made just in the past year for retirement benefits… [snip]

The 12% rise [snip] stems from an explosion of federal borrowing during the recession, plus an aging population driving up the costs of Medicare and Social Security.

That’s the biggest leap in the long-term burden on taxpayers since a Medicare prescription drug benefit was added in 2003.

The latest increase raises federal obligations to a record $546,668 per household in 2008, according to the USA TODAY analysis. That’s quadruple what the average U.S. household owes for all mortgages, car loans, credit cards and other debt combined.

“We have a huge implicit mortgage on every household in America — except, unlike a real mortgage, it’s not backed up by a house,” says David Walker, former U.S. comptroller general, the government’s top auditor.


Bottom line: The government took on $6.8 trillion in new obligations in 2008, pushing the total owed to a record $63.8 trillion.


Rep. Jim Cooper, D-Tenn., says exploding debt has focused attention on the government’s financial challenges. “More and more, people are worried about our fiscal future,” he says.

Yeah, people are worried, but not congress their most important job is to stay in congress until they are vested.


This sort of lawlessness must be punished.  Don’t just tax them, throw them in jail!  Beat them!  Castigate them mercilessly!

Pastor David Jones and his wife Mary have been told that they cannot invite friends to their San Diego, Calif. home for a Bible study — unless they are willing to pay tens of thousands of dollars to San Diego County.


From The Patriot Post:

“This woman is brilliant! She is qualified! I want her confirmed! I want her walking up those marble steps and starting to provide some justice!” –Barack Obama [regarding his nomination of S. Sotomayer for the position of JOTUSSC]

In angry street talk, the community organizer in the White House admits that he thinks justice hasn’t been done in the Supreme Court. But now a Latina woman will make the “right” decisions.

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Surrender all your control. Now.
Nancy Pelosi - scrutinyAmazing…

Pelosi’s trip has been notable for skirting human rights and the fierce public criticisms she has frequently leveled at the authoritarian government [China].

All the while, she’s building her very own DIY authoritarian gov’t right here at home.  Look for her posting on YouTube right next to Obama’s, under the heading of “FUBAR’ing the Country”.


Now, this is probably unintentional, but maybe it was intentional, and maybe, just maybe… Obama’s administration is more ruthless than we all thought.  Study the pic and you’ll see what I mean.

kicking and screaming

click to embiggen

source:  http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local/Reporter-Dragged-Kicking-and-Screaming-From-Near-Air-Force-One-.html


While I certainly applaud the pharmacist for “taking out the trash”, the part where he shot the little creep five more times probably was a bit over the top.

Oklahoma County District Attorney David Prater said in an afternoon news conference that Ersland was justified in shooting Antwun Parker once in the head on May 19. But Prater said Ersland went too far when he shot Parker five more times in the abdomen while Parker lay unconscious on the floor.


Then again, so many of us are tired of being screwed by the bad guys.  And of being screwed by the unprincipled, in general.


The gov’t has more control than you think, because it’s been given to them.  10th Amendment was supposed to protect you from an over-powerful central government, but if you take the best safety mechanisms in the world and poke holes in them, they will fail.  Congressional testimony is supposed to be constitutional, but abuse of it to harass someone operating their business legally?

“Any investor in mortgage-backed securities has the right to insist that their contract be enforced,” Frey, president of Greenwich Financial Services, told the Times.

Before the day was out, Frey received a letter from six members of the House Financial Services Committee who said they were “outraged” by what he’d said.

“Your decision is a serious threat to our efforts to respond to the current economic crisis,” wrote Democrats Barney Frank of Massachusetts, Maxine Waters of California, Luis Gutierrez of Illinois, Paul Kanjorski of Pennsylvania, Carolyn Maloney of New York, and Melvin Watt of North Carolina.

Then they demanded that Frey testify before Congress in three weeks. And to make sure he got the point, they added:

“If this cannot be arranged on a voluntary basis, then we will pursue further steps.”


Jesus wept.  Obama is not content.


Given that the traditional Prom King and Prom Queen are male and female (seems to fit the defnition), why is it that a gay guy can be voted “Prom Queen”?

I just see this as wrong.


Daver has a wonderful pic that I want to link here… waiting for permission first, check back later.

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They say that the sex trade at the climate conference was booming.

The global climate challenge may have been on the daytime agenda during the recent World Business Summit climate conference in Copenhagen, but in the evenings many businessmen, politicians and civil servants are reported to have availed themselves of the capital’s prostitutes.

It certainly is no great surprise given the dry-humping they are going to give the world over Globular Worming.

By the way, could someone please call these folks out when they switch terminology to hide their agenda?  “Climate change” vs. “Global Warming”.


Climate Time-Bomb Delayed.

Whew!  That’s good… it buys more time to tweak the model until we can justify hysterical hyperventilating again.


Whatever these guys are smoking, you’d think they’d want to grow more of it in a warmer carbon-laden climate.

Paint all roofs white to help global warming?

I wasn’t aware that the requirements to be a presidential adviser included “able to smoke massive joints in under 20 minutes…. dude”.


Biden Jokes About Breaking Obama’s Teleprompter

Next:   Obama “Jokes” About Breaking Biden’s Jaw

(subtitled:  “Help!  Biden’s Talking and He Won’t Shut Up!”)

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You have to wonder which guy was stupider.

Sorry, which was more of the idiot savant, specializing in Idiocy (an especially pernicious presentation of savantism).

Town man recovering from shotgun wounds after hunting mishap

Connecticut Post Staff
Posted: 05/23/2009 08:13:48 PM EDT

FORESTBURGH, N.Y. — A Greenwich man is recovering from shotgun wounds sustained in a hunting mishap Friday in southern New York.

Henry Gasiorowski, 60, was seated behind a turkey decoy, making turkey calls, about 7:50 a.m. when his hunting companion, Jerome Day, 47, also of Greenwich, snuck up on the decoy and mistakenly opened fire on it, according to the Sullivan County (N.Y.) Sheriff’s office. The shotgun pellets hit Gasiorowski in the arm and back.

It could be that the idiocy is systemic in that area… flu fears are rampant.


Regarding the supreme court nomination…

Rush had this to say:

I would hope that a wise white man with the richness of his experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a minority woman who hasn’t lived that life.

Wow!  The racist sexist pig!


No, actually what was said by the judge/supreme-court-nominee Sonia Sotomayor herself was:

“I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life,” said Judge Sotomayor, who is now considered to be near the top of President Obama’s list of potential Supreme Court nominees.

Of course, she’ll get a free pass for uttering the very thing that Rush would be crucifed for.


(Sigh)  Disincorporating a town really just hides the cost.  The money still has to come from somewhere, and it’s a LOT less efficient to do it through the Fed.  But hey, the New American Way is to pass the buck as long as required to put it out of sight and out of mind.


Supporting my claim that baby animals taste better.  ‘Specially seals.


So THIS is why Red Bull is so damned addictive.  Glad I quit.  🙂


I would mock the shooters, but until I’ve fired one… Looks like a helluva bang.

The .577 Tyrannosaur is a proprietary cartridge developed by A-Square in 1993. It is an entirely new design, not based on any previous cartridge for the hunting of large game in Africa. The .577 contains a 750-grain (49,000 mg) Monolithic Solid Projectile which when fired moves at 2,460 ft/s (750 m/s) producing 10,180 foot-pounds force (13,800 J) of energy. For comparison the .223 Remington/Nato 5.56mm round used in weapons such as the M16 rifle, when using a 77-grain (5,000 mg) projectile, moves at 2,750 ft/s (840 m/s) producing 1,293 foot-pounds force (1,753 J).  (Source:  http://www.bookrags.com/wiki/.577_Tyrannosaur)

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First and most important order of business:  This is Memorial Weekend.  Take some time out of your fun to recognize why you have your fun.  It’s because a lot of people have souls that burn very brightly and answered a calling to serve for other’s sake.


I have a number of gay friends that I love to death.   I am pretty sure however, that they agree on this point:  Do we need to be teaching five-year-olds about anything to do with sex?”

Heterosexual relationships are so very prevalent that an innocent kid doesn’t even remark on it.  They don’t even think about it.  But by pursuing the topic of homosexual relationships because of an axe you have to grind, you open up the issue of any sexuality at all.  Is it necessary at age 5 to learn this?

Why would a child need to know about heterosexual relationships, much less homosexual relationships at the age of five years old?

And to not allow your kids to opt out?

But the school board says otherwise, and its attorneys say that if the curriculum is adopted, the parents will have no legal right to remove their children from class when the lessons are being taught.

At one time I was virulently homophobic, and having grown older and wiser and even grown a bit of a heart (a small one), I’ve come to realize that there’s no issue there.  In fact it is to my great shame that I was such a creep about the whole thing.  People can moan about sin and all that, but two thoughts occur:  1) given that all sins are equal in the afterlife then why aren’t you out campaigning against gossip and lust in general, and 2) why are we going around thinking we’re the ones that need to judge or even believe that we are important enough to be the messenger?  (Here we’re getting into stuff of other debates, such as why even as a Christian I am so vehemently anti-Christian.  It’s not Christ I in any way have any problem with – it’s the heartless followers.)

But the idea of presenting sex at all to a kid that is that young or against the parent’s wishes… that’s just wrong.

Seriously, can you imagine next week’s lesson plan for your six year old?

Let’s Make a Baby, Muskrat Love Style (or Mommy and Daddy Get It On)


Warren, Michigan’s finest.

Police responding to a 911 caller reporting a cougar on the prowl in a suburban Detroit park saw what looked like the big cat hiding in a discarded section of cement drain pipe.

So Warren police on Monday shot a Taser electroshock weapon – hitting what turned out to be a large toy cougar right in the stuffing.  (read the rest at Det. News Online)

Shocked the stuffing out of everyone involved.


From The Dude

Nadine Dorries: MPs ‘at suicide risk over McCarthyite witchhunt’

Nadine Dorries, the Conservative MP for Mid Bedfordshire, also warned that the relentless drip-drip of leaked claims was creating such an atmosphere of terror that there was a real risk of an MP committing suicide.

Seriously, why should you be concerned about audits if you haven’t done anything wrong?

There’s a really serious concern that this has got to a point now which is almost unbearable for any human being to deal with.

Uh… western society is way too soft if this is “unbearable”.  I’m sure lots of UN-protected (a farce) people in Sudan would be happy to trade.   You know that this very scene would be played out if this happened in the US – it’s not just Britain.

Politicians everywhere give themselves large allowances, perks, and salaries.  You can’t honestly expect me to believe that they work any harder or perform more dangerous work or perform more mentally taxing or even more stressful work than the rest of us, so why do pols get a significant amount more than their constituents?  Power in groups, there is.  Why else would people want so badly to be in politics, to the point where they behave like Arlen Sphincter in the US – changing their strap-on trunk for a donkey outfit that is several sizes to small?  (thanks to Dr. Dave for the strap-on comment)


Another fantastic example of “The Money Has To Come From Somewhere“.

So Gov. Schwarz wants to borrow from local municipalities to pay for it’s debts.

Well, locals have debts, too.

Put simply – everyone has a certain amount of resources it needs to get by.  If one of you screws up and has an issue, and takes it from others, now they have problems too.

If everyone needs a 100% handout from everbody else to get by, then who pays the bills?  Far better to police yourself.

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A happy/funny update.  GirlHead and Hellboy both have lung/sinus/ear infections.  Typical kid diseases.  The girl has been saying “I’m trying not to cough.”

Now, I know she’s trying in her own sweet-natured way to be polite, but I had to make sure she knew it was OK to cough.  I told her “I better hear some coughing in there.  I command you to cough!  Heck, one time your mother coughed so hard she coughed up her toes… and then her toenails, and then her shoes!”

She says “Daaaaa-aaaad.”

Later, Cruel Wife comes in and says quietly that GirlHead asked her:  “Mom, did you really cough up your toes?”


Okayyyyy… (there’s a lot more information if you follow the link)

Obese Woman Dragged From Home, Hauled Away After Death

The Marion County Coroner’s Office has come under fire after it was revealed that an obese woman was dragged from her home and hauled away on a trailer in front of family members following her death.  Teresa Smith, 48, who weighed 750 pounds, died Tuesday in her apartment on Indianapolis’ northeast side.  Officials at the scene told 6News’ Jack Rinehart that the deputy coroner made the decision to call a towing service to remove the body from the home.

It is tempting, but the coroner is still going to have to face the music.


Note:  An Astute Reader has informed me that *I* may be in the wrong here.  While it is *technically* possible I could be wrong, I still have to argue that it is highly unlikely because my ego would never allow me to make an error, and also the point could be made that a reporter’s job is to report – that is, communicate in an effective manner, which hasn’t quite happened here.

All right, lets do some addition.  In the panicky article titled “US Swine Flu Deaths Hit Double Digits”  (TEN, which is a ginormous shift of ten percent from yesterday’s NINE deaths).

Swine flu has sickened more than 10,000 people in 41 countries and killed 80, according to the World Health Organization, whose figures often lag those of individual countries. Mexico has reported 75 deaths, the U.S. 10, and one in both Canada and Costa Rica.

“Killed 80” the article says.  Then says Mexico has 75, the US 10, and Canada and Costa Rica 1 death each.

75 + 10 + 1 + 1 = 80

Last time I checked 87 did not equal 80.  I’d say “Oh, well, reporters focus on getting grammar, spelling, punctuation, and facts right rather than worry about math” … but I can’t.


You mean minorities can be racist, too?

A Latino street gang waged a racist campaign to eliminate the city’s black residents through attempted murders and other crimes, according to federal racketeering indictments unsealed Thursday.

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Yesterday’s post had a disclaimer that I did not feel well.  Had it been planned, one could have accused me of employing a literary device known as foreshadowing.

Here’s another instance of foreshadowing… this is the rack I could have gotten if I’d chosen to upgrade to for extra money.


Had a hell of a time tonight.  On the way home, as I was riding with The Butcher of Lansing, all of the sudden I couldn’t take a breath.  I mean, I could not take a breath, and it was NOT asthma.  I leaned forward and forced a breath in through a huge effort, and was able to continue breathing. We went further down the freeway and I decided to speak up.  “Butcher, pull off at Jackson Road and pretend that we’re going to the hospital.  Humor me and just do it,” I said.

So we looked for the UofM hospital, overshot it despite the fact that they put up two whole signs to point the way, and headed towards the other local hospital.  I swear, our attempts to find the UofM hospital read like part of “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy“:

“But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months.”

“Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn’t exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything.”

“But the plans were on display …”

“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”

“That’s the display department.”

“With a flashlight.”

“Ah, well the lights had probably gone.”

“So had the stairs.”

“But look, you found the notice didn’t you?”

“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard’.”

By that point I was noticing dry mouth, screaming fast pulse, felt like shite, numbness in my hands was more pronounced than normal as was the pain in my arms and neck, and clammy.   No chest pains but skipping beats every so often.  Related to the epidural?  We wondered.

Funny thing, that release I signed Monday morning prior to the epidural.  It was a form that roughly said:

I understand that this is not a risk-free procedure and that potential side effects could include:  Trench foot, acid reflux, gingivitis, tinnitus, bursitis, myelitis, conjunctivitis, peritonitis, inflamed uterus, headache, phantom limb pain, eczema, fallen arches, ringworm, paralysis, and death.

Seriously, those last two were on that form.  Plus things like loss of bladder control, bowel irregularities, and… yes… difficulty breathing.  The proper response for those events was listed as “GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM IMMEDIATELY.”

You can imagine what thoughts were going through my head.

We got there, they whisked me into triage ahead of a compound fracture, two impalements with garden implements, and a sucking head wound.  This might seem odd but remember, with a sucking head wound you can still breathe.  They immediately hooked me up to an EKG and took me in the blood-soaked back of the ER – screams echoed off the walls and vague thudding noises could be heard at irregular intervals.  Hints of brimstone and iodine teased the nose in the drafty cell I was taken to.

Someone asked a question about any recent travel on a plane, train, or bus for an extended period (answer:  No) and then muttered something about “pulmonary embolism” and wandered out of the room without further discussion.  Now, couching the scary stuff in medicalese does not really work with me because I know damn well that pulmonary refers to the big toe and embolism is a fancy-schmancy way of saying “cramp”.  I was plenty worried because I couldn’t figure out how toe cramps equated to breathing difficulties.

They put me on a gurney made of bones, concrete shards, and chicken wire, and then took blood tests for enzyme levels.  I was put on a heart monitor with cables made from barbed wire and later there were  x-rays taken by running through a shuttered area with a poorly shielded cobalt source… I was there for six hours.   Cruel Wife came down and brought GirlHead and HellboyAnd wasn’t that fun!? No, not really.

It was really touching for the first ten seconds – got a tender kiss on my arm from GirlHead.   It wasn’t twenty seconds until GirlHead got into the bio-waste garbage can and Hellboy started playing jump-rope with my IV.  The heart monitor started going BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP in this rapidly increasing and shrill way.  Through clenched teeth I told CW to either put a rein on them or get out because it was helping nothing. Cruel Wife finally got ahold of the sitter on the phone and took them there, vowing to come back later.

When I asked early on in my visit, the Doc said that I could take my [narcotic of choice] and it wouldn’t hurt anything, and by then I was truly in need, eight hours since the last pill – the pain scale goes 0 to 10 and I was at 4 and creeping higher at an alarming rate.  Later he told me that from my blood sample they did enzyme and thyroid tests and he also had a drug panel run on it.  I said “Oh geez, let me guess, you found narcotics.  Gosh, gee willikers, how about that, Patch?”   He looked at me and said “No, not Patch… I’m more like Hawkeye.”   I told him that I wasn’t taking meth, coke, speed, or anything like that.  I only do heroin and huff paint thinner on Tuesdays – us engineers, we have standards.

There was some truth to what he said about being more like Hawkeye Pierce because early on we’d gotten onto the topic of how much caffeine I drink in a given day.  “Well, LOTS,” I said.  He said “Hmmm” in that way that doctors train for years to perfect, and then asked me how I was doing otherwise.  I said “Other things aside, I’m really thirsty… could I get a Coke?”  He left saying that he was going to send the nurse by with a thingy to stick up my thingy for a urine sample.  I told him that was fine as long as we avoided catheters.

Long and short of it, today was a perfect storm.   I woke up feeling terrible – shaky, tired, weak – and probably was dehydrated right off the bat.  Add a Red Bull and a whole bunch of coffee throughout the day because I was struggling continually just to keep moving.  Then add the fact that as an insomniac I don’t sleep for shite to begin with.  Caffeine poisoning.   No wonder my pulse was funky and up around 140 at rest, huh?

X-rays were clear.  Enzymes were clear.  Thyroid was lit but not too lit.  After six hours my pulse was back down around 108 and still dropping.  Had a bitchin’ headache/neckache from lying on the concrete-and-chicken-wire thingy.

Yah-frakkin’ hoo.  Shoulda stayed home like I’d originally planned.   Tomorrow, however, I’m working from home.  Tough shite.  I was going to meet with Le Savant Fou (a fantastic scientist I work with)  in the morning but I’m sure she’ll understand.


Quick!  While all the rich greedy corporate guys are weak and bleeding, finish them off with energy-conscious mileage requirements!  This is really going to stimulate the economy into a tailspin.  I’m going to come right out and say it:  Obama, you’re an asshole.


More evidence that Obama is just the kind of president that Iran has been hoping for these last 20-something years… a spineless kumbaya-singing hand-wringing jellyfish.

Why else suddenly crow about the looming ability to nuke US interests and Israel in the middle east?


Nothing says love quite the same way.  Swiss-made spike strips to block off your driveway.



Doesn’t get much more self-serving, insincere, and worthless than this.  I call BS on this.  This is just another “apology that isn’t an apology” that politicians and liberals are so very famous for.  Never once did he say “I’m sorry I behaved like an asshole and ‘teabagging’ was rude and obnoxious of me.”

Calling it a “stupid, silly, one-line aside,” he touched on the attention it received. “I think it’s an incorrect statement to say I was, in any way, trying to disparage legitimate protests,” said Cooper. “I don’t think it’s my job to disparage, or encourage, which oddly other networks seemed to be doing. Protest is the great right of all Americans, and it’s not my job in any way to make fun of people or disparage what they’re doing.

“Cooper said he regretted making the comment. “If people took offense to that and felt that I was disparaging their legitimate right to protest, and what they were doing, then that is something I truly regret, because I don’t believe in doing that,” he said. “Having this discussion just takes away from the real story.”  – Anderson Cooper making a disingenuous speech at a UCLA Weasel-fest

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