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I can’t believe it… I actually agree with Rick Perry about something.

This is very scary, I agree with Rick Perry.

Did my apocalypse pager go off and I missed it? Nope! No page and the batteries are good.

Which is to say, that like a broken clock that’s right twice a day…  Even ultra conservative candidates that I mostly disagree with can make a reasonable point.

There’s another point too. Unlike a lot of the left, I still try to listen to what people say even if I think they’re full of shit or I disagree with them so deeply that listening to their point of view is a white knuckle experience for me.

White knuckle,  not because I’m afraid… but because I want to jump out of my chair and slap the shit right out of them…

I did find it interesting that the reporter while apparently a bit to the left, allowed Mr. Perry to complete his thought and even made a reasonable observation about the ubiquitous nature of video / information flow and how it can work to our detriment.

On the other hand if our media spent nearly as much time trying to spin this minor event as exactly what it was.

1. Time honored tradition since the first proto-human bashed a rivals skull in with a rock. 2. A minor mistake by a bunch of amped up young men.

Then the world would have said “meh… so what”.

 

Thanks to MRCTV and Breitbart.com for the link.

I find myself wondering how much of the lefts response is plain old penis envy?

I’d personally characterize a lot of the left (male or female) as being dickless.

I can still proudly write my name in the snow…

How about you?

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The Down side of NOT being a packrat (Updated)

Several years ago, there was a bit of a disaster at my home.

The practical upshot of which is that I no longer have the copious mound of electronic flotsam and jetsam that I once had.

Contrary to popular belief that mound of shit was useful… occasionally. It was always likely that I’d have a spare part, or small widget that wasn’t available anymore. Those odd bits and pieces I used to keep other cobbled together electronics in good repair.

After the disaster… I thought fine! Everything will be brand new and I’ll have no need for a ton of spare parts.

Flash forward to this morning….

I’m prepping to take a Hike.

On my hikes I take a cell phone, some water, and my two-way radio. and a couple of other items. I’ll grant you that I probably wont need the radio, or the cell phone. But they’re in the pack just in case…

I could fall down, I could get snake bit, I could have a heart attack, I could in theory get lost. So having these bare essentials with me just insures that If I have a problem I’ll be able to at least call for help and probably be able to have my carcass dragged out of the hills before the large predators start chowing down on me.

The two-way has a tracking/beaconing function and can be set to automatically send out a distress beacon.

I pick up the radio and notice I’m missing a mounting screw. The screw holds a steel mounting bracket that stabilizes the GPS module on the top of the radio. It’s stress relief to keep the module from snapping the unit off the radio and thereby damaging the microphone/accessory connector.

This is a minor issue but the bracket and GPS should be tied together just in case. It’s not like I slam the radio around, it’s either in the backpack or it’s in my pocket.

Anyhow… I think to myself, “probably a common metric size, the radio is Japanese, I’m sure I’ve got a screw that will fit.”

Except… That I DON’T. I probably did but not anymore…

I have another way to solve the problem but it’s not permanent. I call the local radio supply folks. They don’t carry spares politely suggested that I contact the manufacturer…

I know i’m not the only guy to have dropped a screw… (Don’t get funny…) I’m sure that all the guys have just gone to their handy dandy screw [bottle, jar, drawer,] and found something that fit. Just like I was going to do.

The problem is… I’ve been working very diligently at not having a bunch of spare parts laying around because I like everything being as uncluttered as possible.

Well as of this morning…. I’m starting a screw jar!

I’m off on my hike now…

————————–UPDATE————————-

Service with a smile.

I contacted the manufacturer of my two-way (Yaesu) Monday morning. I spoke with a very nice lady who told me the screws were .93 each. I bought 10… yeah what of it? I know I’m probably going to loose it again.

The screws showed up in the mail today Wednesday 1/18/2012.

Talk about service!

I’d been looking at their other products anyway, if this experience is the way they do business… I’m always going to check out their product line first for all my future purchases.

Well done Yaesu…

And Thank You.

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Penn State Molestation

I have been reading about the disturbing events in a variety of news sources. Today there was an article on one of the CNN sites that caught my attention.

Apparently, new laws are being called for in Pennsylvania that would deal with how and when sexual abuse is reported.

This raises a couple of questions for me.

Do we really need another law that says abuse should be reported?
We already have laws on the books that deal with this kind of thing, the failure here was that the police didn’t get called immediately.

Why aren’t the rules of common sense enough? Screw telling your boss you saw another boss fucking a boy in the locker room showers, walk to the nearest phone and dial 911 tell the operator you need the cops and at least two ambulances. (One for the child, and then other for the remains of the molester) then leave the phone off the hook so that 911 can record the soundtrack as a cautionary tale for other molesters.

No matter how strongly a law is written if it’s not enforced or enforceable then you’re wasting your time. In fact, you may be giving a scumbag lawyer yet another opportunity to 1) Get a perpetrator off on a technicality because an overly complex law wasn’t followed to the letter. 2) Allow someone with a grudge, or who was overly zealous to destroy some poor schmuck because they were seen naked where a child might have seen them. (There was a case like that in Huntington Beach, CA)

Odious and complicated laws seem to get us in more trouble than they prevent. I think we should let common sense prevail.

A section of the article really caught my attention.

Outside of the legal concerns, many question why McQueary did not stop what he allegedly saw happening in the showers in 2002.

“How does McQueary, a 28-year-old grad student, look in the showers of a facility and see a grown man raping a 10-year-old child and not instinctively grab a baseball bat and not protect this child? How does he live with himself?” asked Richard Hermann, legal analyst and criminal defense attorney.

Why didn’t McQueary instinctively grab a baseball bat?

REALLY?

Ok Let me explain it to you.

This is what comes from telling Men over and over again that they’re too violent, and testosterone poisoned.

This is what happens when you create law after law that protect, and allow criminals to sue and WIN cases against their victims.

This is what happens when you tell a Man he can’t defend himself, his family, or others because he’s supposed to be like a little schoolboy and go tell the authorities.

This is what happens when you create a culture where it is preferable to abdicate the responsibilities associated with being a Man because getting involved and taking a stand is simply too expensive financially, emotionally, and professionally.

I’d wager, that if McQueary had stepped into that shower, and said “Remove your dick from that boys ass” carrying a baseball bat, that the fine Attorney Richard Hermann would have been demanding McQuearys’ prosecution for threatening a superior with bodily harm in front of a child!

SO people… which do you want?

Pussy men who don’t take action?

OR

Men who take action, even though they might sometimes get it wrong? Are you willing to accept and PROTECT Men that take action, even though they might screw up?

You can’t have it both ways!

I’ll take the Men that take action ANY TIME, how about you?

Here’s another chilling fact. Even IF we as a society decide that we really want Men again it’s going to be 20 years at minimum. Because there are too few Men who remember the old rules, the old ways, and fewer still that are in any kind of position to teach those ways.

McQueary may have been a coward, he may have been in deep shock, he may have been simply confused about what to do, mixed signals from the society at large can do that. He will live with his conscience and the vile image of a 10 year old being raped while he did nothing for the rest of his life, and that may be punishment enough.

However, according to the Grand Jury findings McQueary wasn’t the ONLY man to witness improper events happening in that shower. Other maintenance / cleaning staff were aware of other events and they also did nothing.

To me the inaction of these men speaks volumes about how Men in general have been villainized and castrated in our society.

I’m proud to be one of the old fucks, I’ve still got a set of low hanging hairy ones.

I’d have been in that shower in two long strides and when I was done… well the man who was fucking the 10 year old wouldn’t be using his dick for anything except pissing ever again.

Sometimes you do what you know in your heart is RIGHT and you accept the consequences even when you’re punished for doing the right thing.

It’s thin comfort but you can sleep at night… As a Man.

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If it’s not one thing it’s another

This morning bright and early the county of San Bernardino started working on the wash behind my house. They claim it’s  for flood control purposes.

Maybe… Basically they’re making a straight flume that aims all the mud, rocks,and other debris right at a low bridge on one of the main roads into town.

The problem is that they’re running heavy equipment on the nice soft asphalt road that the residents on my street originally paid to have installed. Two years ago the Water Company had to tear up the road to replace the main water pipes. The County wouldn’t replace the road surface, so the Water Company ponied up the cash and they did. I have a lot of respect for my local Water Company guys.

The problem is that the county says on the one hand the road is private, so they won’t do snow removal in the Winter. But they won’t let us gate the road.

In summer, as they please, they drive all manner of heavy machines on the road causing damage that they won’t fix since its not a county maintained road.

So which is it? If it’s a private road, then the residents could put in an electric gate to keep the riff raff out. Since the county won’t let us gate the road claiming they have right of way, then the COUNTY should maintain the road, and provide snow removal.

Even speaking to the supervisor of this job today, once he called it a county road and once he called it a private road. I understand he’s just doing his job and I understand that his department is different from the road and snow removal departments.

I didn’t want to hassle him, and I told him that. I simply explained that the county plays fast and loose with their definitions and that it’s not fair. I asked him if he could simply avoid using my street with the heavy equipment.

The guy was a decent fellow. He explained that he really had no other choices. when his truck can’t back up and turn around after dumping a load of rock for the flood control channel (a.k.a. The wash) he has no other exit but our street.

Ya know, I had to concede that point. I looked around and after a second told this man he was right. He looked a bit shocked but told me that he’d do his level best to make sure the truck was empty and moving slow to minimize the stress on the street.

You know compromise between two honorable men usually works very well. True to his word, he’s minimizing his use of the road and I appreciate his effort.

If the county would accept responsibility for the street the other residents and I wouldn’t have any problem at all.

This honorable man suggested that I bring it up with the County Board of Supervisors to see if they’ll just accept the street and provide us with the services our taxes supposedly pay for.

You know in all it was a productive and reasonable conversation.

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I love my God Son

I wasn’t planning on blogging today… well not entirely true. I did blog today it’s just that I wasn’t pleased with what I’d written and thought I’d take a breather.

Then I had an encounter with my Godson.

My Godson is just on the cusp of manhood. He’s above the age of being responsible for himself and being able to kill the enemies of our nation, but below the drinking age. (I’ve never been able to figure that one out.)

My Godson picked me, it wasn’t like I held his squalling, squirming, ass at his christening or anything. He simply announced one day about a year or two ago that he considered me his Godfather. I couldn’t back away from that kind of honor, so I owned it.

As the relationship has developed and deepened I’ve come to realize that I really love him very dearly as if he was my own child.

The first time he asked my advice about something. I actually got misty eyed.

I’ve also figured out that when he asks me questions he’s not necessarily taking my word as law, gospel or doing anything except testing and building his own thoughts and opinions based on the answers and opinions of several different people.

He’s a smart cookie. And I’m very proud of him, and our relationship.

Recently, he took me back to a subject that I hadn’t really thought about for a while.

I found myself saying to him;

“Manhood isn’t about sex, any idiot can put his dick in someone. Any moron can make a baby. Manhood is about accepting responsibility for your actions. It’s about doing the RIGHT thing even if it’s not the EASY thing. It’s about taking your lumps when you fuck up. It’s about honor, respect and duty. Men don’t demand respect, men earn respect.”

Then I was misty eyed again.

I explained that some of those words were from a very close friend of mine. Even though that friend is dead, his voice lives on through me.

As I sat to write this, I realized that in fact part of that statement is from my Father,  part is from John, and part is from me.

My Father and John were two “Men”.

I carry no pictures in my wallet. But I do carry their dog tags.

It’s my way of remembering these two men who left indelible marks on my life.

I’m hoping that I can leave as positive an impression on my Godson.

I hope that some day he’s describing manhood to his Son or Sons, adding his Fathers view and his own personal view, and that he gets misty eyed when he remembers he got some of his beliefs from me.

Right now, he’s at that age where he Knows the right thing. He just needs an occasional nudge to remind him that he Knows.

I’m very proud to sometimes be the one that gets to nudge him.