Friday, November 24, 2017

The Shop Project

The shop project is coming along nicely.  The concrete crew is putting the finishing touches on the form and foundation, and w'll pout the slab on Monday.

This is something that Belle and I have planned and dreamed about for ten years, and it's finally coming to fruition.  We can't wait to see the concrete down and steel standing on the slab, but we realize that this is God's project as much as ours and we have to wait for His time.

Good Luck With That

You gotta love the flat-earth folks.  If nothing else, they provide us with endless mirth.
“Mad” Mike Hughes is a bit of a conundrum. The 61-year-old doesn’t believe in science, but he plans to launch himself over a ghost town Saturday in a self-made rocket that he built over the last few years, spending over $20,000. He plans to one day create another rocket that can leave earth’s atmosphere so he can prove that the earth is flat.
He doesn't believe in science, but he's going to launch a rocket.  To prove that the earth is flat.  Good luck with that.

But, he's willing to put his money where his mouth is, and he's willing to entertain us in the meantime.  I wonder what he's going to do when he gets high enough and sees the curvature of the earth?


For the vast majority of the human experience, the workday was measured by the sun.   For the most part, artificial light was limited to burning oil, whether vegetable or mineral.   Whether the lamps that Jesus used, or the kerosene lights and candles that lit the evenings of the pioneers of our more recent past, artificial light was important.  Then, in the late 1800s, the electric light bulbs were invented, and human progress took a dramatic leap forward.  The electric revolution of the late 19th century made a huge difference in human life and spawned continuing progress that continues today.  Even this computer I use to communicate my philosophy on life can be traced directly to that simple invention.

I remember a conversation between my father and my sister.  She came into the kitchen holding an open textbook and asked, "How do light bulbs work?"

Dad made his living as a telephone man.  His working career spanned that time from rotary dial phones and twisted pair cable, through electronic switching, microwave technology and fiber optics.  He looked at the light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and pronounced.  "Battery on one side, ground on the other."

"Okay," my sister asked.  "So how does the television work?"

Dad chuckled.  "Basically, battery on one side, ground on the other."

The point is that artificial, electric light spawned a transformation of human endeavor.  And, for some progressives, that's a problem.  A recent NPR article says it's a problem.
Earth Is Lit, And That's A Problem
That's the title of the article.  Click on the link, but they're serious.  The earth is too bright.  They're worried about light pollution.  Seriously.
The rapid increase in night lighting has been a profound change, a kind of global experiment, that has happened in just the last 100 years. "My mum, for example, grew up on a farm in Saskatchewan, in a time before they had electrification," Kyba says. "So she grew up with an amazing starry sky, and now she lives, within one lifetime, under a very light-polluted sky."
This is called progress, something that progressives are adamantly against.  Much the irony.  Progressives won't he happy until humans descend into darkness, barely clinging to life.  For myself, than you, I'll put up with a little light pollution.

Thursday, November 23, 2017


So, this California student steals a hat from the person of another and the video goes viral.  I'll show you the video.

Pure left-wing ire and angst because someone had the temerity to wear a hat that they didn't agree with.  At the end of the video, we see the police arrive, and it didn't turn out like she expected it to.

Legal Insurrection is reporting that the student has been charged and face a year in jail.

She's lucky that she didn't commit the crime in Louisiana.  From what I've seen of the vieo, that set of circumstances would be charged as Simple Robbery.
§65.  Simple robbery
A.  Simple robbery is the taking of anything of value belonging to another from the person of another or that is in the immediate control of another, by use of force or intimidation, but not armed with a dangerous weapon. 
B.  Whoever commits the crime of simple robbery shall be fined not more than three thousand dollars, imprisoned with or without hard labor for not more than seven years, or both.  
She keeps yammering on in the video about having rights.  Yeah, I'd have told her.  "You have the right to remain silent.  You have the right to an attorney."  etc, etc.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017


Putting politics aside, I've begun prepping for tomorrow.  Thanksgiving id s uniquely American holiday, and we make the most of it.  Turkey, ham, cornbread dressing, yams, green bean casserole and that's just the main course.  At 0800 local, I cranked up the smoker for the turkey.

It will sit in the smoker all day long,   About happy hour, I'll take it off  and refrigerate it, then it will go back into the smoker tomorrow morning to warm, along with the ham which will need to warm prior to the noon meal.

The concrete guys will be here in a few minutes, to complete the form, lay the steel, and prep for pouring the slab on Monday  morning.  I have a laundry list of things to do today, so I'd best start checking them off.

The Wages of Sin

We all remember Al Franken, the comic from Saturday Night Live, who managed to parlay that celebrity into a seat in the US Senate.  In the current climate of politics and charges of sexual harassment, Hot Air says that the Democratic wagons are starting to circle around Franken.  He is a reliable Democrat at a time when the Democrats are in the minority, so the political establishment is protecting its own.

Contrast this with the case of a Louisiana politician who was elected to the Senate.  A staunch Republican, he ran on a conservative, family values ticket, and shortly after getting to Washington, was involved in a scandal that featured a brothel, and diapers.  There were no allegations of groping, or forcing himself on women, A brothel, after all, is a place where consent is considered a part of doing business.  The fellow's apology was both heartfelt and humiliating, but we in Louisiana felt betrayed.  We started calling him "Diaper Dave."

Several years later, after the brouhaha had died down, Dave made a run for Governor.  He had been a solid conservative for several years, representing the people of Louisiana capably.  Louisiana has a weird election system, where everybody runs in a non-party primary and the top two vote-getters move to the general election.  When the dust settled, and the votes were counted in the primary, Diaper Dave was in a runoff with a Democrat, John Bel Edwards.

Louisiana has a solid Democrat voting bloc, and we knew that if we sat out the election, we'd probably hand the governorship to the Democrat.  Belle and I agonized over the decision, and came to the conclusion that we wouldn't vote for Edwards, and we simply couldn't pull the lever for Diaper Dave.  It was agonizing and frustrating, but we had to face it.

Dave is now in private retirement and we wish him well.  His opponent, Edwards, is the governor, with all the nonsense, higher taxes, and bigger regulatory burden.  He thinks he won, and in a sense he did.  There is a lesson here, but I'm not really sure what to draw from it.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Tuesday Notes

The concrete guys are here, forming for the slab for the building we're constructing.  About lunch time, a passing shower drove them off, but they promised they'd be back after lunch.  Both of them are Baptist ministers, so I trust them.  They'll be back after the rain passes.  The form is looking good, and we have a footing inspection scheduled for tomorrow morning, hopefully we can pour the slab right after the inspection.   But, we're on God's time and we can only do what He wills

About 1:00, I heard a knock on the door.  A neighbor lady, soft-spoken, well dressed, informed me that she had just knocked over my mailbox.    She got distracted and the car wandered.   I went out to inspect it, and sure enough, she got it.  I stood it back up, tamped the soil around the post with my hell, and pronounced it good.  No harm, no foul. 

"Okay," she says, "but look what it did to my car."

So, I walk over to the car.  Front right fender dented,  long scratch down the side of an otherwise nondescript little four-door sedan.  When I looked back at her, she said that she guessed she'd have to find a shop to fix it, and I detected what we in law-enforcement describe as "an odor of an alcoholic beverage". 

But, who am I to judge. Probably a lunch with friends, and she didn't appear unsteady oh her feet.   She was almost home, on a quiet suburban street.  She'll make it home just fine. 

Whence Adulthood?

I have long been an advocate of a bright-line for adulthood, rather than the tiered system employed by the current state of legislation that we now live under.  When I was growing up, you became an adult at age 18.  You could do, at that age, anything that any other adult could do .  Join the military, own property, enter into contracts, vote, and walk into a bar and get a drink.

In those innocent days (tongue firmly in cheek here), a father had the responsibility of training a boy into adulthood.  But, the line was clear and easy to recognize.  One day you were a child, the next day you were an adult; responsible for your own decisions and actions.   It was a simple concept.

In 1984, Congress passed the National Drinking Age Act, which recognized that states had the responsibility to set the drinking age, but which threatened to withhold up to 10% of their federal highway funds if they didn't set the drinking age at 21.  Many states bowed to the leviathan of federal highway funds, but some resisted.  Louisiana held out until 1998 or 1999.   I had a son of the age, who left for college at that time,  He could legally buy a beer when he left, but couldn't when he returned.  He was fairly perturbed about that.  We got around the law by the simple expedient of me buying a couple of cases of cheap beer, he inviting his friends, and we'd build a bonfire, lock the cars in the pasture, and I'd unlock the gate at daylight the next morning.    It perturbed the horses, but they got over it.

The bright line of adulthood got less bright during the Obama administration.  My daughter was going back to college after several years of living on her own, and needed my tax returns to apply for federal student loans.  She had been an adult for several years, but needed Daddy's paperwork.  Bah-humbug.  And, under that same administration, an adult could be kept on Daddy's health insurance until age 25.  Complete and utter nonsense.

I'm telling you all this because I read this morning that Wisconsin is thinking about lowering the drinking age to 19.    I say Hooray Wisconsin, at least for having the conversation.

I've always been one that argues for a bright-line age for adulthood, rather than the tiered system we use today.  Set one age where all the benefits and responsibilities of adulthood flow to the person.  It's sensible, easy to understand, and protects the rights of everyone.  For myself, I'd set that age at the time when the person can walk into a recruiting office and sign their own enlistment papers.  If you're willing to pick up a rifle and defend the country, then you should be able to walk into the club and buy a beer.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Old Ammo Ads

I love old ammo and firearms ads, although I don't remember this particular brand.

They were probably a short-lived brand.  With advertising like this, I can see why.

Monday Aggravation

I am reminded that Monday comes each week, whether I'm at work or not.  s it turns out, I'm off this week, and Monday has been simply one aggravation after another.

Don't ever try to buy air conditioners during the last week of November.  I went to Lowe's and had them drag two big 25K BTU units to the checkout, then learned that this was a heater too.  I don't want AC/heaters.  I want AC  units.  Tood bad, so sad.  Those are seasonal and won't be  available until spring.  I went to Sears and they had one 25K and one 18K.  I want a matched set.  So, I wound up ordering two 18K units.  They'll be delivered November 30th, which is okay with my construction timeline.

The thing about Lowe's is that they're trying to out-Amazon, Amazon.    And, they suck at it.

Then, I went to my tobacconist, and they were out of my favorite brand.  Really?  Yeah, there should be some on the truck tomorrow.

I may start Happy Hour early today.

Sunday, November 19, 2017


A photo of me, taken in Oklahoma last spring.  I know it was  Sunday, late in the day.  I'm wearing my white Sunday-Go-To-Meeting shirt and I'm not strapped, so I was already out of the match.

I'm still trying to identify that fellow to my left, but the Cav Stetson looks good.

Sunday Morning Dawg

The dog got a haircut yesterday, and while he's still going blind, at least the hair isn't in his eyes, so that's better.  I'm sure that what he can see is a little easier to see.

It's been a busy week, and Thanksgiving week is upon us.  We're going to try and get a little rest today.  Y'all do the same.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Charles Manson Dead?

I saw a report earlier that Charles Manson had died.  I can't find it now, but all other reports say that he's near death in a hospital in California.  Either way, it's probably instructive to dwell for a moment on the life and career of Charles Manson.

That's long enough.  He's better forgotten.  He should have died years ago.

In my mind, Charles Manson is the best argument yet put forward for the death sentence.  The majority of his life was spent in a prison cell.  Over several decades all he managed to do was eat and defecate.  He cost the taxpayers of  California millions of dollars in housing, food, medical care and prison salaries.  A strong scaffold and a short rope would have been much more cost effective.

I've heard all the arguments.  None of them ring true.  Charles Manson's life was a complete and total waste.  That in itself is not a crime, lots of people live wasted lives.  In this particular case, he combined a wasted life with unrepentant evil.   Entire encyclopedia, dissertations, legal arguments, humanist objections, have been written on the evils of the death penalty, but Manson is the exception that laughs in the face of the rule.

The good people of California would have been much better off if they would have just put Charlie down several decades ago.

UPDATE** Here's the link.


Our very own Miss E has put up a video of the shoot last weekend.  Once again she did a great job editing and compiling this video.  Let's watch, shall we?

Great job, MIss E.

Truth About Background Checks

I'm just going to leave this right here.

I am the NRA, and I am freedom's safest place.