SOPA & PIPA Are dangerous Fight BACK

Censorship is one of those things that we all say is bad. Yet we engage in censorship every day. We choose what we want to see & hear, we choose what our children see and hear too.

This kind of normal censorship is reasonable and in fact demonstrates our ability to be responsible for our actions

Small groups protesting each other CENSOR each other by one group shouting louder than the other. In recent years, a new tool has been added to the small group Censorship tool box… It’s the single word RACIST! Even in this situation we accept that tempers flare and even appreciate the passionate expression of someones differing beliefs.

We know that we can, if we choose look up both sides of a protest and we can evaluate and decide for ourselves whose opinion we agree with. The news media will present both sides in an unbiased way. We can read about the protest in the newspaper and have all the facts laid out before us.

CAN we?

Do we really trust the talking heads on TV? Do we really believe what is printed in the news paper?

I think the answer is more often than not NO! Part of the wonder of the internet aside from giving voice to every village idiot, is that we also get information. Tons of it, sometimes completely unfiltered.

That unfiltered, un-sanitized news is often our best insight into the truth of a situation. In our country our freedoms are highly dependent on a free flow of information from all sources.

Which brings us to…

Get the point?
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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?

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.

This is an Ooops… Not an international incident

I saw this on Joe my gods, blog. The outraged leftist comments on Joes blog prompted me to write this..

Marines have been videoed apparently urinating on dead Taliban 

I’ve got a couple of things to say about this.

Yeah, it was wrong.

Devil Dogs, I totally love you. Please, y’all need to remember that every moron has a camera up their ass these days. Be more careful in the future. What ain’t seen on TV… didn’t happen…

This doesn’t diminish that it’s kinda bad to disrespect the dead, if for no other reason than as Americans we’re supposed to have higher standards of behavior. Remember guys, Lead By Example.

On the other hand… I totally get it.

2 minutes before…. those Taliban fucks were spraying and praying. They were aiming AK-47s and whatever else they could at you and tying to kill you.

You guys put the fuckers down and did your job. You took it a little personal that those Taliban guys wanted your heads on their walls and you responded personally by pissing on ’em.

Here’s where I’m going to get into trouble with my liberal politically correct friends.

SO the FUCK WHAT?

I’m so sick and tired of the liberal assholes in our country acting like our military is some kind of evil super criminal.

Lest we forget… 

(I’m not even going to mention the terrorist acts committed worldwide by
Taliban and Al Qaeda operatives. I’m not going to mention that the Taliban and Al Qaeda would happily rape a girl or young woman then Stone her to death for having been raped. Or that torture and slavery are completely fine with the Taliban and Al Qaeda… As long as they’re not on the receiving end… Nope won’t mention it at all.)

I will remind you all that these Taliban and Al Qaeda fucks have desecrated our dead repeatedly and in far more gruesome ways than pissing on the bodies. 

Our soldiers bodies have been dragged naked through the streets of (Insert name of Middle Eastern Shithole here.) decapitated and the separate body parts rigged to explode.  If the Taliban and Al Qaeda kill off American recovery teams by blowing up the bodies of fallen Americans it’s the joyous will of Allah. 

Good men and women have been defiled in any number of ways before and after, being killed by devout “peace loving” Taliban and Al Qaeda “Soldiers of God” 

Don’t forget the young man who Had His Head Sawed off… not chopped, SAWED off LIVE for the benefit of Al Jezeera video. “Slow Decapitation of a live American sent to help rebuild Iraq… Be sure to tune in at 6 and make sure the children are watching. Allah be praised.” (I know I won’t forget. After that, I had and will never have mercy for anyone in the Middle East.)  

How about a good solid reporter also beheaded because he wanted to make sure that the American Public had a first hand account of what our troops were doing at our behest. 

What about our soldiers burned and hanging from bridges in Baghdad 

FUCK the Taliban and Al Qaeda! Fuck those motherfuckers, anyone who supports them, and the camels they rode in on.

Those sons of bitches, should be thanking Allah every day that we haven’t given them nuclear power… Pointy end first that is.

My question is this…

Why does it seem that American Media invariable spins stories against our military?

Justice! Say what???

I had the pleasure of sitting in a Jury Selection room yesterday.
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I used to actually believe that the system worked. I used to think that performing jury duty was a beneficial act of public service. I used to think that Justice was served and that it made a difference.

In the past few years I’ve become increasingly convinced that there is no Justice.

I guess it’s been a slow evolution. Thinking back, it started with the OJ Simpson and Rodney King trials. My thought that Justice is not only blind, deaf, dumb, and prejudiced, was cinched by Lindsay fucking Lohan and the lady who pepper sprayed the crowd in WalMart.

In the case of OJ we saw that money can indeed buy your innocence.

In the case of Rodney King we discovered that media coverage and public opinion was far more effective than actual facts. We also learned that the supposed protection of the “Double Jeopardy” clause wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on.

In the case of Lindsay… well that bitch need to find her ass in prison, and I’m really questioning the competency of the judge presiding over Ms Lohans train wreck.

In the case of the pepper spray woman. We learned that not only can you be above the law… But you can be below it.

We learned that if you plead or feign ignorance of the consequences of your actions you needn’t worry about being punished. I was raised with the concept that “Ignorance of the law wasn’t an excuse” WRONG! WHITEBOY! As long as you’re from a perceived ethnic minority you don’t have to be responsible for your actions.

So There I was sitting in the Jury Room wondering why it was that 98% of the people in the room with me were white. Especially when one considers the demographics of the local area from which the Jury pool is formed.

As I sat there I recalled a conversation that two former co-workers had regarding a Jury Summons.
“Just trow that paper away girl! They ain’t gots enuf police to come and get you. They put that shit about it being illegal to ignore the paper just  scare the white folks into wasting their day. How the court ever gonna know you got that paper in the first place??”

Ahhh… That explains why I found myself sitting in the Jury room with a mostly white crowd.

My darkening reverie was interrupted by an announcement that all of us were now invited… AKA forced to watch a short video. The video was well produced and extolled the virtues of performing jury services. The video portrayed the process as educational, fun, and perhaps a way to increase your circle of friends. Uhhhh Right!

I thought it was well done and somewhat informative, but the music was a bit over the top in my opinion. I also didn’t believe a single frame of it. I’m a cynic… so what.

After the video finished, there was another announcement. “We have posted your new panel and juror numbers on lists near the front and back doors. Please find your name, and note your panel and number. If you cannot find your name, please let us know so that we can include you.”

At this point the “airplane” mentality took over, 150 people jumped up and headed toward the lists. A nice gentleman sitting next to me commented on my remaining absolutely still and not leaping up to stand in a line.

I replied, “I heard the announcement… I have no desire to re-create the airplane debarkation drama. I’ll sit right here until the crowd thins then I’ll mosey up and get the information.”

The man chuckled,  “What? You’re not going to participate in the American pastime of being impatient and pushy?”

“Nope, I’m not. I’m having far too much fun feeling like Jane Goodall among the chimpanzees. Human crowd behavior confirms that we are indeed primates!”

He laughed out loud at that, and I’d spoken loud enough that I drew a scowl from several of the women standing in the line.

We chatted some more about politics, the state of the state, and the current crop of candidates. It was interesting to note that we were about the same age and had pretty much parallel ideas. He pointed out that even if someone was convicted they’d be out in no time, because the jails and prisons are overcrowded so really what is the point? The point he said, is that this justice and political systems is like the Circus Maximus in Rome. It’s a way to keep the masses entertained and occupied so that while our asses are being sold out we don’t notice.

I admit this is something that I’ve contemplated myself on more than one occasion. I don’t believe in the system anymore, I’d really like to, but at every turn I’m presented with yet more evidence that the system is broken, not repairable, and we need to start over.

Our conversation was interrupted by another announcement.

“Good News everyone…. Panel X has been dismissed because the parties have decided to settle”

Being part of Panel X I pulled a vanishing act that Houdini would have been proud of…

My jury service requirement is fulfilled until next year… or until the most inconvenient of times, whichever comes first.