Author: wwducat

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The cold from hell is finally abating

For those of you that have The Cold. I give you hope. The light you see glimmering at the end of the tunnel is not necessarily an oncoming train or “The Light” you’re supposed to go into when you die.

After two weeks of misery, today I’m finally feeling more like my old self.

This has been the worst cold or flu I’ve had in many years. And to add a little spice and variety to the wonder that the virus brought into my life. The damn thing was morphing as it progressed. It’s a tease too, I’d start to feel better, then wham! A whole new set of symptoms. Then about the time my body would get a handle on those symptoms, pow! Something completely new.

Over the past two weeks, I’ve been chilled to the bone with my teeth chattering in a sleeping bag, while the ambient temp in the house was 70° F. I spent a couple of days where I was too hot with the temp in the house at 65° F. I’ve had my joints ache so bad it was agony to move my legs. That was followed up with body wide cramping of all my muscles. Through it all, my sinuses were producing all manner of gothic horrors (I had a club handy just in case the kleenex started moving!) and the coughing and hacking left my already painful ribcage feeling like I’d been in a violent car accident.

How do I know I’m on the mend? The same way every man knows they’re getting over something… I’m thinking really dirty thoughts and want to just get NASTY.

Ladies, that’s the way we work… As we get sick we want to screw because we know we’ll feel better for a little while and if whatever we’re coming down with kills us, well at least we went out on a good note.

All men want to have an unseemly grin on our faces in our caskets. I personally want to have a dirty smirk so locked on my face that my mother would blush and my spouse can’t have it jackhammered off. I want my last hurrah to be etched on my face and so dirty that folks seriously consider a closed casket. For the sake of the children, don’t ya know.

Once we survive the disease, we want to screw to declare to the world that we’re awesome, victorious, and our genes are worthy. Besides it makes us feel better. ( are you seein a theme here?) Ya just have to picture a big silver back gorilla and you’ve got a snapshot of us and what makes us tick.

So, I’m off to pound my chest, or whatever else seems appealing.

Don’t give up hope, The Cold doesn’t last forever.

It just seems that way.

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Holy Shit!

You know, the San Bernardino shooting shouldn’t come as any surprise.

Honestly, I’m surprised it took ‘em this long to take advantage of the “Safe Space” that is Kalifornia.

San Bernardino came as a bit of a surprise though. I’d have expected LA, San Francisco, or San Diego to have been targets before San Bernardino.

San Bernardino is kind of off the usual radar, but then again maybe that’s the point.

Perhaps these animals thought that a target in San Bernardino would be less well defended. They miscalculated slightly.

While the building apparently had no armed guards and 14 people were murdered. That didn’t stop Law Enforcement from giving two of them fatal lead poisoning.

Everyone is tap dancing around the issue of this being terrorism. The FBI is right, we don’t know for sure that this is some kind of Jihadi shit.

I think we all suspect this is exactly what it looks like.

Crazy Jihadis following the “Religion of Peace”

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This is so worth reading…

 

I publish it without alteration or further comment.

This is Not a Day Care. It’s a University!
Dr. Everett Piper, President

Oklahoma Wesleyan University

This past week, I actually had a student come forward after a university chapel service and complain because he felt “victimized” by a sermon on the topic of 1 Corinthians 13. It appears that this young scholar felt offended because a homily on love made him feel bad for not showing love. In his mind, the speaker was wrong for making him, and his peers, feel uncomfortable.

I’m not making this up. Our culture has actually taught our kids to be this self-absorbed and narcissistic. Any time their feelings are hurt, they are the victims. Anyone who dares challenge them and, thus, makes them “feel bad” about themselves, is a “hater,” a “bigot,” an “oppressor,” and a “victimizer.”

I have a message for this young man and all others who care to listen. That feeling of discomfort you have after listening to a sermon is called a conscience. An altar call is supposed to make you feel bad. It is supposed to make you feel guilty. The goal of many a good sermon is to get you to confess your sins—not coddle you in your selfishness. The primary objective of the Church and the Christian faith is your confession, not your self-actualization.

So here’s my advice:

If you want the chaplain to tell you you’re a victim rather than tell you that you need virtue, this may not be the university you’re looking for. If you want to complain about a sermon that makes you feel less than loving for not showing love, this might be the wrong place.

If you’re more interested in playing the “hater” card than you are in confessing your own hate; if you want to arrogantly lecture, rather than humbly learn; if you don’t want to feel guilt in your soul when you are guilty of sin; if you want to be enabled rather than confronted, there are many universities across the land (in Missouri and elsewhere) that will give you exactly what you want, but Oklahoma Wesleyan isn’t one of them.

At OKWU, we teach you to be selfless rather than self-centered. We are more interested in you practicing personal forgiveness than political revenge. We want you to model interpersonal reconciliation rather than foment personal conflict. We believe the content of your character is more important than the color of your skin. We don’t believe that you have been victimized every time you feel guilty and we don’t issue “trigger warnings” before altar calls.

Oklahoma Wesleyan is not a “safe place”, but rather, a place to learn: to learn that life isn’t about you, but about others; that the bad feeling you have while listening to a sermon is called guilt; that the way to address it is to repent of everything that’s wrong with you rather than blame others for everything that’s wrong with them. This is a place where you will quickly learn that you need to grow up.

This is not a day care. This is a university!
– via Oklahoma Wesleyan University

 

 

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Sigh…

You know, lately every time I want to go somewhere it’s always a pain in the ass.

Of course it’s not actually just because I’m trying to go somewhere. It’s that I’m trying to go somewhere and that requires that I get in the car.

A couple of weeks ago I needed brakes. OK I knew it had been a long time… Like NEVER! Since the brakes had been done. 7 years and 100,000 miles later isn’t all that bad.

Unfortunately that’s where the mechanic stopped in his diagnostics. Instead of throughly checking out the whole braking system, including the ABS system, the mechanic thought, “Customer reports squealing / howl, brake pads are near end of life, we’re done.”

No doubt the computer(s) said, “Yup, everything is good, no errors posted,” and because of the pressure to turn vehicles over in his service bay, the mechanic disregarded the rest of the customer report.

The howl only happens in the morning.
It only happens once right after the car is pulled out of the driveway.
The sound is more a howl than a squeal.

Sigh…

This morning the howl started then stopped. I went to my first stop then I’m heading to my next stop and there’s the howl again along with the distinct smell of something burning.

Okaaaayyy! NOT GOOD!

Cancel the rest of my day! Get the car repair place on the phone and tell them I need to get my car back in, and they need to put me in a rental. Thankfully, the repair place is pretty accommodating.

One flatbed tow truck ride later, I’m at the repair place handing them the keys to my car. They’re handing me the keys to a brand new 328i and I’m on my way again. Now lets see if I can pick up the pieces of my day and get something productive done.

I’ve discovered that I don’t like BMW automatic transmissions, they have a very weird shifting pattern, especially if you’re heading up a hill. On the plus side, I’ve got a nice ride for a few days.

I have a bad feeling that this is going to be another expensive repair.

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Oh For Goodness Sake!

The tech news is literally whipping itself into a foamy frothy santorum today over the RUMOR that the iPhone 7 will do away with the 3.5mm headphone jack.

OMG! This is worse that a nuclear attack! According to some of the moronic pundits.

Really?

So you’re going to have to buy an adapter or pay for headphones that have an adapter or special connector? That’s got your panties in a twist? Big Deal!

A few thoughts:

It’s a rumor, that means it may or may not be true.

When was the last time you really used that 3.5mm port? Is it going to be that big a loss?

With Bluetooth headsets becoming more common, packing all day battery life, and audio quality that rivals all but the highest end headsets, is this really gonna bring your world to a crashing end?

Given that the current iPhone 6s boasts a water resistance that borders on waterproof doesn’t it make sense that apple is going to minimize the number of openings in the phone?

After all you don’t have to seal what you never opened in the first place.

Personally I’d take waterproof and a bigger battery over a 3.5mm headphone jack I rarely use. I’m more concerned about the rumored thinning of the iPhone itself. I happen to have an iPhone 5s. I like the size, I like the shape, and the edges. I like it’s gripability.

I’m not overly enamoured of the iPhone 6 shape and rounded edges, I think it’s harder to hold onto, and knowing me, I’m for more likely to have the thing go crashing to the floor, no doubt after a really humorous juggling act.

Making the phone thinner is probably not going to help me out.

That being said, I’ll patiently wait for the iPhone 7 “reveal” in 2016 because until you actually see the product, there’s no need to freak out about it.

I don’t know who Dan Savage is having sex with… But if santorum is common in his life, he needs to find another partner or learn better hygiene.

Yeah you’re never going to wash these images out of your brain.

Slave! To my bed, bring the lube!