Tag: Weird Shit

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Well There’s my problem!

I was reading… Scanning headlines as I often do and a headline caught my attention.

The Headline was something like Russia sanctions nuclear weapons in Belarus. I thought “Great!” A few less nuclear weapons in the world is probably a good thing.

Then I read the article a little further, and found that Russia was allowing weapons to be deployed in Belarus. 

Hmmm. 

But we impose sanctions on Iran to keep them from doing shit that nobody likes.

To the dictionary Boy Blunder!!!

Oh hell no!

This word has no fucking meaning at all does it?

As a Noun it could be a penalty or permission, as a verb it’s the same.

Why does this word even exist?

No wonder there are pallets of cash and uranium being moved around to our enemies. 

They wrote the agreements using a word that is as two faced as Janus. (Look it up…)

I don’t want to hear this word being bandied about by journalist, politicians, or anyone else ever again! I’m putting this word in my official “Weasel Word collection”. This collection is my personal list of words not to use, and words that when others use them are red flags that the person is lying to my face.

I was looking for references to Russia threatening to Nuke Berlin, DC, and a couple of other cities if the west really threw in to ensure Ukraine won the war.

This seemed to me to be something of interest. While I’d caught the headline, I didn’t have time or inclination to read something that would very probably depress me. 

Then happily, I remembered that I am a child of the 1960’s. I grew up living under the imminent threat of nuclear annihilation during the Cold War. 

Nukes! Smooks! Bring it on bitches!!!! I remember how to duck and cover!

Although I must admit I might be inclined to send Putin a box of chocolates if he nuked DC.

That would solve a number of problems at once. Crime… Homelessness… Shitty Government…

Ahh there’s the piece…

Russia Will Drop ‘Entire Arsenal’ on London, Washington if it Doesn’t Win Ukraine War

It’s a Breitbart piece. It looks like Medvedev was saber rattling for the folks at home. I wondered why none of the talking heads were breathlessly telling us this was a result of Tucker Carlson interviewing Putin. 

Apparently they didn’t believe the threat was credible. 

The media and others say Tucker Carlson is now a traitor… Yawn. He’s the puppet of Putin… Sigh. He’s a useful idiot to Putin… Whatever.

There was a time when a real journalist would interview Jesus and then Satan just to present both sides of the story. Carlson in my opinion did what any decent journalist would have done. He seized an opportunity to go directly to the source.

We’ve heard all kinds of stuff from Zelensky, personally I wanted to hear from Putin in his own words.

Putin may possibly be a bit crazy, but he’s not senile and infirm like our president. 

The Russian guards in dress uniforms looked a bit odd. It was like they didn’t want to risk eye contact with Putin but still needed to watch over him. They looked uncomfortable performing their task. I wonder if that’s a traditional holdover from the days of the Tsar. There’s something in my memory about not meeting the eye of the emperor or king because mere commoners weren’t equal to the emperor.

I’ll have to look it up, refresh my memory.

Anyway that’s enough randomness for this morning. Time to get breakfast, then walk the K9. Spring is around the corner and Im planning on talking to the realtor mid March.

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Things that hit me

So I was pouring myself some coffee this morning and decided that I wanted to dress my coffee up a touch with a little cream.

No big deal.

Except I noticed the 2X More notice on the neck of the bottle. I wondered, “2X more what?”

Oh, 2X More Creamer… Then I read the fine print. Look close. 

“Than 32 OZ”

Then I looked at the bottle total fluid OZ and saw that it was 64OZ.

So let me get this right…

It’s a selling point that I get mathematically and logically double the amount of creamer when I purchase the 64OZ size?

DUH! That’s why I purchased the 64OZ Size!

Am I the one missing something here?

I was shopping and wanted a bag of tortilla chips. I’ve been partial to the Santitas brand but if I can’t find those, I’ll go for the Mission brand. I picked up a bag of Mission. As I was putting the bag in the cart it felt light. The bag was the same, the price was the same, and there weren’t any other sizes, so I thought it was just me.

I get home and while putting groceries away I pulled out the almost empty bag of Mission tortilla chips, to put the brand new bag in the pantry. Then I noticed it. The old bag was 18 OZ, the new bag was 11 OZ. For the same price. Hmmm. So 11 OZ is the break even point between the customer not really noticing and increasing profitability? 

That’s interesting.

Then there was this one…

Every single package had Imitation Krab written on it. Even packages that were just supposed to be Crab were spelled with the “K” instead of the “C”.

But I thought Krab meant that it was imitation in the first place. So now we’re being sold imitation, imitation Crab?

Or is this simply another failure of the American education system on display.

I haven’t up to recently thought about how shitty our food is. I’ve noticed that if I get really good meat that’s protein dense I don’t eat as much. 

Elk, Deer, Buffalo are some examples. But even grass-fed Beef makes a big difference. 

If I get something really protein dense, I’m also not hungry the next day. Usually a bit of fruit, bread, or cereal will hold me comfortably until the following day. 

What this means is that I can “Fast” without thinking about it.

It makes me wonder if this is our natural state. We eat good meat when the hunt was favorable, and we eat fruits, grains, and vegetables when the hunt wasn’t so good.

I also wonder how much filler and crap is in our diets and what effect that is having on our overall health. 

I know that I feel great the day, and several days, after I’ve had something a bit wilder like Buffalo. I don’t think it’s a psychosomatic effect. Sometimes I haven’t known what I ate for days if I was at a friends home. I just know I felt great and sometimes I’d ask what the meat was and been told it was something wild, or grass fed.

I’ve never really thought about it much because being a child of the 60s I believed that the FDA was always there protecting our food supply and that the FDA would never allow something to be given to the American People that wasn’t safe or healthy.

Now… Well, I wonder.

If a single meal of real meat, and garden vegetables can make me feel like a million bucks, it makes me wonder;

What exactly have I been eating?

Is it possible that we’re being moved toward eating stuff that could effectively allow us to starve with full bellies?

One hell of a method to control the population. 

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My take on the Biden Christmas uh, whatever it was.

The Biden White House Christmas … uh … thing… Whatever it was has been soundly thumped in the conservative news outlets.

The liberal news outlets seem to like it. That split is typical, so nothing new. Liberals hated Melania’s red trees. Conservatives tried to see the best.

After watching 2-3 years of various Biden holidays. I’ve come to the conclusion that the Biden’s are pretty classless.

In my family, they’d be the tacky distant relatives that you didn’t visit, or who might have been visited once in 20 years.

More money doesn’t make a classless person, classier, it just magnifies the classless behavior and poor taste.

This latest Christmas thing at the White House is tacky. I don’t care about the politics of the dance troupe or the individual dancers. I didn’t care for the costuming, or the actual dance, the entire production looked rushed and didn’t appear to fit the space. 

Some of the set pieces reminded me of Shopping Mall decorations from the 1980’s. You know, before Christmas decorations became offensive to small but vocal buzzkill groups.

It felt like Jill decided one morning, “I think I’ll have dancers” then called a dance troupe and said, “Be here at 3 this afternoon to perform.”

That’s the kind of thing a newly wealthy entitled woman would do. Especially if she had delusions of Queenhood. Thinking back on all of the Biden holiday events they’ve seemed poorly planed and executed.

They smack of poor folks from the holler getting an insurance payoff when uncle Cleatus got hit by a car. Suddenly they’ve got some money and they can make their dreams come true.

That’s when you see some of the tackiest shit you’d ever imagine. Neighbors will drive miles out of their way to see what new car or truck is up on blocks in the front yard next to the outhouse and shiny new 25 foot diameter satellite dish. There’d really be talk when uncle Cleatus’s family, had their new trailer repossessed after 6 months & had to move back into the old one. Parking would be easier with only one trailer on the lot.

It’s weird but I could easily see the Biden’s in a shabby trailer with a convertible in the yard on blocks. I could see Jill with her hair wrapped around beer cans, wearing $200 fake nails waiting on the welfare check. I could see Joe in a wife beater drooling on himself sleeping on the front porch, and Hunter passed out face down & naked in the drainage ditch.

None of it would strike me as odd or out of place.  That’s just the way they come across to me.

The sad thing is, the rest of the world may see the Biden’s in the same way. 

The other strange thing, (at least to me,) is that I’ve known very poor folks who lived in trailers. (Some were my family.) But they weren’t trashy like the Biden’s are. Sure they were poor, but their humble home was clean and well kept. 

Just because you’re poor doesn’t mean you’re trash, conversely, just because you’ve got money doesn’t mean you’re not trash.

My recommendation for Jill’s next Christmas in the White House, after the obligatory, “Bless your heart”…

Jill, hire some professionals to do the decorations. You’re maybe qualified to choose a theme, but after that leave it in the hands of people who know what they’re doing.

Go traditional. More Norman Rockwell. Less Las Vegas C-level off the strip showgirls.