Tuesday, 22 August 2017
I see it in my parents and seniors all the time. They live in a different age and have no friggin clue about what is really happening in the world today. My dad is in his late 70's and recently bragged about how he stays current by reading the local media shit rag from cover to cover... and I didn't have the heart to tell him he'd be better off reading The Thunderbox to stay informed, HAR HAR HAR! Mom and my former in-laws were the worst - they would watch shit like the day time TV talk shows like Orca Winfrey, The View, and other Gong Shows to get the info for their political opinions. Honestly - I cannot believe that people can be that stupid and clueless. It's been my contention that stupidity is a function of laziness - but stupidity like that is deliberate and takes a willful effort. The seniors in my family aren't - and never have been lazy.
I AM lazy. And proud of it too - I learned the hard way that if you're a lazy goof off like me... it is far less effort for everyone to do your homework and get it right the first time, rather than slack off and F it up and have to do it again.
When that crap at Harlotville broke out and vibrants and fatties tore down that statue - both the former Bush presidents stood up to disavow racism and condemn Nazis and such - not realizing that the corrupt media was playing them for fools. Of course, Trump answered the media with a question that made their heads explode: "What about the actions of the Alt Left?" Trump may be an old fart, but he's still in the game, he's connected to his power base and he sees the world for what it is, whereas my parents and the other seniors are out chewing their cud in the pasture - thankfully far away from the levers of power. There are a few revered elders on my Toilet Roll to the right - and they are still in the game and well informed. How is it they can stay informed and engaged when my parents and in laws can't?
All the time now I am on the internet and seeing the kids or younger men fighting about stuff that I have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. When that happens I tend to shut my mouth and quietly wander off to try and inform myself. More and more I turn to the Z Man. He reminds me a lot of Uncle Bob - another old fart that managed to stay connected and involved even though he was older than I am.
There but for the grace of God go I. I've given Quatermain a side arm and some ammunition with the express orders that if I ever get as stupid as my in laws - he is to shoot me and dispose of my remains in the dumpster behind Uncle Bob's School For Retarded & Wayward Boys. (Please...I don't want the cafeteria cook finding my corpse...). As always - I'll try to stay in the game, but when it gets too fast and too vicious for an old fart like me to keep up - it's good to have young fellas handy to take over when we get old and frail! HAR HAR HAR!!!
Another old fart I love and respect used to say "Get in the game or go home!" Let us hope that men like Quartermain, The Z Man and others can find homes for us when the time comes! :)
Have a great Tuesday!
Monday, 21 August 2017
Once again, I am forced to rely on Rodger Schlong (The Real King Of Fwance) to save the day:
The Royal Canadian Mint has just announced they are going to remove the polar bear from The $2 coin in view of its demise due to global warming!
At the height of political correctness, they will replace it with two gay deer.
Knowing Rodge - this is likely a good rude joke. But, knowing the Canukistani political class - infested as it is with butt blasters, colon cowboys, carpet munchers and other degenerates - something like this, sadly, is almost inevitable.
Sadly, the line between comedy and horror is awfully thin up in Canada these days.
A lotta people are utterly disgusted with the USN these days what with all the mishaps and collisions. I like to poke fun at all the branches of our militaries and picking on the Swabbies is my favourite. They can take a rude joke and dish 'em out too! And they seem to share my philosophy about humour too - if anyone gets hurt it's alright as long as it was an accident and there's room for some good sport.
With that as my motivation I lurk at a lot of milblogs and from what I've been seeing the Navy took it in the shorts during The Buckwheat Administration: budgets were slashed or mishandled by political miscreants and meddlers in Washington; experienced, blooded and capable officers in the high command were quietly pensioned off and retired - to be replaced by bitchy trannies and queers obsessed with their crotches. Token women were being slotted into high pressure roles that only a handful of the best men could handle. Darwin and Murphy were promoted into the Admiralty. Those swabbies had a tough job before; in today's political climate it's a miracle they can even get a boat on the water.
It's bad enough that these poor slobs have to serve on a ship named after a blithering old idiot that should have been put out to pasture himself - decades ago. I'm not an expert on US politics but my sense of the John McCain is that he should have retired to harass the children and grandchildren and do the great things that old men get to do - long ago. Instead he stayed on past his due date and he makes an ass of himself every time he gets in front of a microphone. As some wank put it - there's a metaphor in that and a collision that looks like the height of naval incompetence.
All that has nothing to do with what happened the other day. A lot of folks are asking 'How dumb do ya gotta be to crash a ship as large as a destroyer into a ship the size of a tanker...???'
I ask questions like that every day. Look at your own jobs: how many times have you seen problems, crises, and panics break out because of absolutely ludicrous coincidence and bad luck? Shit happens, folks. And I have seen any number of otherwise rational adults lose their fuggin minds when it happens and they make things worse.
Say a prayer for the sailors - and get out of their way and let them sort this out. It was an ACCIDENT. The sailors involved are professionals and cannot take this personally or let it impair their readiness. Crap like this happens to us all the time. People get hurt or killed on the job here in Civie Land too. So - to our friends in the navy (you two know who you are) Sort it out, recover and mourn your dead - and get on with it.
That's an order!
Friday after work I hopped behind the wheel of the truck and drove the camper out to the rifle range for a weekend out of the house. It's only about 45 min away but it's enough. I set up camp then me and my dogs go round to all the other camp sites looking for mischief and the good-for-nothing-seniors are always happy to oblige. Seniors love to talk and Mort the dawg likes to listen - and be spoiled rotten by them. On Saturday morning we were gone so long, the wife came looking for us and thankfully, she rescued us from an old boy who just wouldn't shush up! HAR HAR HAR! She did it tactfully and politely so that the old boy was charmed when we left.
On the range I was just about ready to throw my guns in the garbage and take up stamp collecting. I haven't been able to shoot well at all from the sitting position at 200m and part of the problem is the scope mount on my rifle - I have an expensive, custom mount inbound any day now from the boys at M14.ca but then realized that was only part of my problem - I wasn't shooting the position correctly and of course - what follows from that is crappy shooting! It's easy to see in others when I
When I packed up and went back to the trailer for supper my wife had put some veggies and chicken in foil and was grilling it on the campfire. My goodness - that supper was food fit for a king - which I was!
There's seasoned chicken, peppers and cukes
in the foil,
cooking to perfection...
I had to go into Tofield because I had run out of scotch on my last trip and forgot to replenish my supplies.
Holy Mackaral! Did I drink all that....?
I did! It's the damndest thing. Years ago I bought a bottle of Old Pulteney and wrote it off. I just wasn't impressed with it at the time... but it was all they had at the liquor store in Toefield so I bought it - and almost drank the quart! I am getting to be a bigger slush bucket than Mad Jack! I was so gassed I even drank it out of a shot glass - you can get flogged for that in certain circles. But the food, the smoke from the campfire, the dawgs... and the last days of summer... something special was in the air and it was all good.
A wild tree tries to break into my camper...
In any event I am after a couple pieces of top notch camping gear. I think there is one with a kettle that hangs down from a chain over the campfire too... I had forgotten how much better food tastes when cooked on a real campfire. Used to do it all the time when we were kids...
I GOTTA buy one of these...
Hope y'all had a great weekend.
Friday, 18 August 2017
That is a vast improvement...
History is never what they say it is. I was listening to some professor of antiquities and he drove the point home with a lecture on the Spartan battle at Thermopylae. If ya listen to the ancient Greeks it was an epic battle in an age of heroism - and he read translated accounts of the battle that read like that one ya saw in the theatres awhile back: The Persians launched enough arrows to darken the sun; waves of assassins, cutthroats, and elite mercenaries and monsters from around the world were hurled against the vastly outnumbered Spartans - and fell upon their spears. Blood ran like rivers, corpses were stacked high enough to make a wall, etc etc. The Spartans were gods of war and fell dramatically and heroically against overwhelming odds.
The Persian account of that same battle was "We came upon 300 Spartans at Thermopylae; we rolled over them and continued on..." That's it. Done. From their perspective it was a minor firefight and not worth much more than a few words.
I'm an amateur chit house historian or hobbyist of sorts and I just love that stuff. I watch all the crockumentaries and docu-dramas put out about ancient Rome and Greece, and pretty much everything else. History is important, ya gotta know where ya came from to understand where you are and where you're headed. When I saw those confederate statues and monuments being torn down by yammering mobs of idiots - I wanted to kill someone. I still do. That's a crime against all of us. The people that did that are offended by reality and history and should be locked in a cage.
I felt the same way when they rolled over Iraq, and found priceless ancient murals that our buddy, Saddam Hussein - had painted his portrait into. Can you imagine the depravity? Art - from the dawn of civilization, defaced with the portrait of some murderous moslem mutt? Others were bulldozed and destroyed out of hand - by monkeys with no idea of the crime they committed against all of us.
But history is subject to perspective and time just as we are. Maybe a hundred years from now our kids will be wondering who Saddam Hussein was, and how he sent the world to war... and maybe they'll catch an historical sense of him by that Mesopotamian mural he defaced with his likeness. Maybe AR15s and AK47s will evoke derisive laughter in our kids as they hang in some museum someplace. as they try to imagine their foolish ancestors trying to fight with them. We ride on the tides of history ourselves.
I can see why the blacks hate those monuments. Is it the history that inflames the negroes? I'm asking because to me it just doesn't make sense. Negroes are treated better today than they ever have been, historically speaking. These monuments attest to that.
I'm going to notice something that maybe I shouldn't: black people don't seem to have monuments. Stuff from Ancient Greece and Rome is everywhere. Julius Ceasar is a bigger celebrity now than he was in his own time. We can laugh at ourselves as we enjoy the war stories (and appreciate the probable turd polishing) of our ancestors and appreciate their viewpoints and intents. Negroes don't have any of that. All we find of ancient Africans is bone fragments, stone age tools and random rudimentary artifacts. I dunno - if I'm wrong on that, somebody please - correct me.
Could it be that blacks hate us because we have these monuments and can make more - and they can't unless Whitey helps them? If so, could it be that the men of the Confederacy understood the black man better than we do today? I'm beginning to think so.
I won't demean myself to do the usual virtue signalling where I stumble all over myself to apologize for white racists, condemn racism and disavow Nazis and other prog demons. The idiots accusing people like me of stuff like that don't give a damn about history nor are they smart enough to understand the value of it. I don't hate black people, and I am smart enough to take them one at a time and treat those of good character with respect and courtesy.
It has been an unpleasant week, with some unpleasant questions. Take the time to think about them, ignore the provocations and the circus monkeys - and see where you end up with the answers.
Have a great weekend.