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Saturday, February 25, 2012

I Heard My Ex Got Re-Married...

Bad luck for some guy with a pickup.

Too Good Not To Steal, Thanks Wirecutter

Big Hairy Has Exclusive Photo of John Edwards With His Lover

Too funny.

If You Aren't A Little Angry- You Might Be Brain Dead- A Cop Story

Years ago, I had an Aha! moment for the ages. I have to be careful because I don't want to embarrass anyone who was involved in this story and might stumble onto it here.

I was acquainted with a man that had four daughters ages 9 thru 15. I knew this guy only because we did business with him. I also knew his wife. In fact, his wife and mother of those girls would hit on various men at the gym until one day- she lured a man into a rather bizarre sexual tryst. Eventually in a divorce that became legendary to only those insiders who were aware of it- the man, his wife, her lover, and four daughters all between the ages of 9 and 15- found themselves living under one roof.

The situation, I understand, calls for further explanation. There was quite a bit of deception and money issues involved- so I am going to sum it up that way and keep it simple.

To call this situation volatile is an understatement. One morning, the jilted father/husband creature, was desperately trying to get to work on time. One of his chores each day was to deliver a couple of his daughters to middle school and then try to make it to work on time. He was having great difficulty with his job- for reasons completely related to having his wife screwing their new room mate and his daughters who refused to get up and get ready on time. He had already been warned, written up, and threatened with job loss and it's not like he was showing up to work with the best attitude.

Life is great isn't it?

So on this particular morning, his 2nd eldest daughter is dawdling along. She is screwing off and our man and jilted husband type- cannot light a fire under her ass. Eventually, this situation escalates as he pleads and she calls him a couple of choice and disrespectful names which leads to a severe slap on the side of the head. The slap causes enough swelling and bruising below her left eyebrow- that I am called to the middle school by a school counselor.

Once I arrive at the school, the school counselor explains what has happened. What this school counselor cannot possibly know is that she is speaking to one of the few human beings with complete inside knowledge of this family. And so it was, that the counselor wanted me to forthwith and with undue delay- go out and arrest this abusive father.

In fact, anybody with a brain might concur with the counselor. Unfortunately, I was not one of them and I was the guy with the badge. And worse yet- the guy with the bosses' badge. When I was less than enthusiastic about going to this guy's job and locking him up forthwith- you could see and feel the absolute disgust on the counselor's face. She was beyond angry, she was in a rage. And to her credit and under the circumstances- she did the only thing that made sense. Quietly and silently- she left the room. She did not answer or return one solitary phone call I made later. She never talked to me again. No kidding.

That woman's reaction to me is something that I have never forgotten and I mulled it over for years. It became a defining moment in my life. Why? Because I understood. What I didn't understand quite honestly, was how that counselor could control herself under the circumstances. Had roles been reversed- I'm not sure I could show the amount of restraint that she did. Not saying anything was the greatest statement ever uttered by anyone to me.

What I am saying is this. Not only do I understand her anger at me- but under the circumstances it was completely justified. In fact, she would not be worth a shit as a school counselor any other way. That she dislikes me to this day is also understandable. I am ok with that. The point of this story is that anger, perhaps even rage, can be a very useful tool under the right circumstances. It motivates and pressure tests us. Sometimes we crack like dad. Sometimes like the school counselor, we do not. And sometimes, the target of our anger is forced to reflect. I was the beneficiary of all those negative emotions that day.  Which is not to say- I didn't have a few of my own.

I translate all of that to the macro scale. I love to write about human emotion.

I have never seen our country so frustrated and angry as it is now. Divisive and polarized. I think this has to happen in order for us to get well. I see our collective anger at our worthless leadership as a good thing. That includes those liberals and moonbats that still can't get honest with themselves and admit they were conned by this administration. In fact politically, I still think our country has to get a little worse before it can get any better. It's just not bad enough yet.

Oh yea. So what happened?

I charged dad with injury to a child and he plead guilty. He lost his job and got divorced. His wife ran off with her lover but he dumped her. The kids are probably in their 30's. The school counselor never spoke to me again. That was a period of nearly 10 years- up until the day I fled Moonbat Valley.

Today, my life is serene. In part- due to people like that school counselor and in part because I don't have to participate in an occupation that frays my emotional weave every day. Oh... I still have a little anger which I see as a good thing. I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a necessary ingredient in my emotional recipe...things just never seem to improve without it.

Friday, February 24, 2012

I Fought In The Battle Of The Bulge and Other Outrageous Lies

I'm not sure what causes people to lie exactly. Mostly, I think they are simply not happy with who they are. Perhaps they feel like shameful under achievers. There is something very sad about that.

Odd how many Navy Seals, combat vets, (mostly Vietnam) and black belt karate experts I came across in my 25 year law enforcement career. Mostly they are all gone and I am still here. Somehow, I survived.

I was not surprised to see some firefighter claim 9/11 hero status and get caught lying. Read how he minimizes what he said. Like I said earlier, pretty sad.

Living At Just the Right Time- The Teddy Nadler Story

Chances are you've never heard of Teddy.

Teddy was a genius with an 8th grade education. The reality was- was that 8th grade was all Teddy needed and in fact, eight grades might have been over kill.

So why do I bring up Teddy Nadler? For a very odd reason actually.

America has become obsessed with "credentialing." You are not allowed to talk about anything with out two things.

First you must have some certifiable piece of sheepskin conferring Ph.D. status in a given pursuit. Secondly, it helps if you come from some storied, elite, or privileged background. The kind that gets you into Harvard and ultimately because of that credential, a seat on the Supreme Court. 

Or, having failed at that, there is a second way to receive credentialing. If you make absolute enormous amounts of money- society confers some sort of honorary credential upon you. It is presumed, and presumed erroneously of course, that in order to make all of that money- you must have been smarter than all of the people who attempted to but failed to make all of that money. That is how folks like Warren Buffett and Steve Jobs, guys who simply made the right choices at the right time, have been immortalized like Gods. That is an apt description.

People who covet money- very often believe- that the rest of the world thinks like them. It's a phenomenon I have observed my whole life. The rich and the wannabe rich, all presume that you want to be like them. Sometimes they are right, often they are wrong.

I can remember being at cocktail parties with rooms full of millionaires in the 80's. I hated being asked what I did for a living. I might as well have walked around with LOSER written on my forehead. In fact, I once overheard a wealthy man state that the only reason people became cops and soldiers was that they simply could not do anything else with their lives. They lacked the capacity to be brilliant and thus rich. I am not kidding you. I stared at this guy in disbelief.

The rich and elite tend to view others as a means to an end. Tools. They make those associations early in life. They are taught how to do that. When they ask you what you do it is not because they are particularly interested in anything you have to say- but rather they are placing you in our unwritten American caste system. From that point forward- they make their judgments. In the time vacuum that occurs in the seconds after you disclose your occupation- the rich and elite are wondering how knowing you might benefit them. If they can see no benefit, say you are some small town cop, you are summarily dismissed. With the requisite manners and niceties.

Gawd, how I hated those parties in Moonbat Valley. I did one last one for the road in February 2008. Manhattan. Soho, jazz band, no host bar with blue bloods from Brown and Yale. I wanted to run out of the room screaming.

Teddy Nadler was a government clerk with a photographic memory. Not unlike those people recently profiled on 60 Minutes. Teddy Nadler won 264,000 dollars on a game show in 1957 because he could literally recall everything he had ever read or heard. His winnings stood as the largest score of any game show contestant for 23 years. Centuries ago, folks might have called Nadler a polymath. A genius. This story of Nadler is only 3 months old.

While Nadler was a bona fide winner and eighth grade graduate- another game show winner emerged in 1957. This guy was a blue blood with all of the right credentials. A Ph.D from Columbia. He even studied at Cambridge in England.

Unlike Nadler, he was a complete fraud.

Nadler and Van Doren represent the world as it is today. The guys telling the truth today are the guys that don't have the credentials. The guys with the credentials, the elite, folks like Ben Bernanke and Barack Obama, are the frauds. They are todays version of a 1957- Charles Van Doren.

In America, intelligence used to be prima facia. We knew it when we saw it. Today, we have people who claim they are intelligent and seemingly have the credentials to back up that claim. It is often difficult to separate the bona fide intelligent people from the frauds. 

Thus, if our credentialed leaders are so fucking smart, why then- don't they behave that way? The answer is simple. They aren't that smart and their motives are less than pure and mostly self centered. Not unlike those of Charles Van Doren's. In the end, the game show scandals of the 50's ruined the entire game show genre for many years. I think the damage this crew of frauds are committing will be far worse. All that remains to be seen is when the great unraveling starts and the length and scope of it.

In the end, you can't help but think Teddy Nadler lived exactly the way he wanted to. I think he would have had a bitch of a time trying to explain that at some rich and elite party in Moonbat Valley.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Is Boise the Tattoo Capitol of the West?

It doesn't hurt the local tattoo market that the state prison sits a few miles south of us.

Over the past couple of years, I have noticed an explosion of tattoos on people. This could be for a number of reasons- not the least of which is the company that I keep. We have tattoo parlors everywhere here. Maybe 30 of them.

I used to like tattoos on women. They looked kind of trashy, slutty, maybe even sexy. Now I am not so sure. Tramp stamps on the base of the back are very popular in Boise. Most of those tattoo jobs are ugly. Lots of women still indulge in the breast tattoo. You can never draw enough attention to your breasts.

Well, women that is.

In 2008, while residing in New Orleans, I was going to get a giant fleur de lis in Mardi Gras colors on my back. I had enlisted the very best artiste in town. Thankfully, he was in the process of moving his studio and that giant fleur de lis was going to take days to finish. I was moving away. So our wires got crossed and I was spared.

I wear fleur de lis earrings instead. Check out this tattoo+body part definition at Cracked! and tell me if that isn't dead on accurate. Very funny.

What's Up More In the Last 30 Days, The DJIA, Oil, Gold or Silver?

The answer is silver. About 7.5%. A percentage point better than oil.

The problem with 3.50 and 4.00 gas is that it affects everyone. The only way you can hedge your losses at the pump is by using a strategy of investment and executing it.

American citizens are getting their asses kicked on so many fronts right now- it's almost hard to fathom. Competition is all but non existent. Monopolies exist in the drug manufacturers, the cell phone carriers, the oil companies, utilities. Government is manipulating CPI and inflation numbers while they counterfeit currency and hide debt-

This year, for the third year in a row, my state retirement fund handed out a whopping 1% cost of living adjustment. This is deplorable. They are not even trying to match the manipulated 2.5% CPI numbers. Shadow stats has real inflation near 11%. So my buying power continues to shrink away. Rapidly.

Taxes are increasing everywhere. Not odd that taxes are never accounted for by your government manipulated CPI.

I even suspended the insurance on my truck and parked it. I simply can't afford to put gas in it or insure it.

I had this weird feeling that we were passing through the eye of a giant economic hurricane during the last few months. Things seemed pretty calm, prices were too stable. It was almost eery. If you do not have a plan or some excess cash to invest in hard commodities- you are not going to weather the economic storm that is shaping up in 2012. I use a little formula of my own- and I believe it will take about 10 or 12k worth of investment in gold and silver to make 2k this year. I will use the 2k I will make this year to offset the rampant inflation everywhere. I will buy back in at the dips never risking principal or my underlying hoard. Rinse and repeat in 2013. 

Excellent support for my gold/silver theory here.

The government and the bankers are just praying you buy stocks at these sucker top levels. They are waiting to dump their shares. The stock market has become a very sick investment. It has no predictive value, it certainly offers no guarantee (perhaps on the downside) and quite honestly- it's rise simply reflects the added liquidity as the central bank counterfeits currency and the money supply chases stocks higher. This is no job or consumer lead rally. This is a zombie stock market.

I won't be making any money on investments. I am just hoping to tread water and break even with inflation. Wealth preservation. For those folks with no plan, they will find themselves 2000 dollars poorer this year. That's how it is in stagflation nation. I just hope it doesn't get much worse. Like war and 5 dollar gas.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Try the Up Dated Blogger Interface

Yesterday, I thought it would be interesting to try the new "Blogger" interface that allows you to show your page a few different ways.

My goal was to leave it up for a couple of days.

My page count went up dramatically- rising from its daily average of 250 views to over 1500 on Wednesday. That's kind of cool although I am not sure why... exactly.

On the down side- I hate the look and so did most of my readers. So I thought I'd let this run through Thursday night and then...

Sometime toward the weekend, I will revert back to the old Frankenstein Government page. I tried finding the old page on the design and couldn't figure out how to get my old page back. Maybe I will end up re-doing the whole original layout. Ugh.

Doctors Find One Small Piece Of Healthy Tissue on Hugo Chavez, Decide to Remove It Before It Spreads

Cuban doctors have found a very small section of healthy tissue on Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez.

Fearing that the healthy tissue might eventually spread and turn Chavez into a decent human being, Cuban doctors have decided to operate and remove the tissue as soon as possible.

That's the way I interpret the story.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Free Dare Devil Tickets!

I have four extra tickets for the Robbie Knievel (son of Evil Knievel) event
at the Community Center parking lot next weekend in Twin Falls, Id. if
anybody wants them. Robbie is going to try to jump over 1,000 Obama
supporters with a Caterpillar D-9 bulldozer.

Should be a good time!

Oh What a Surprise! President Now Apologizing For Quran Burning* Updated

You don't suppose this has anything to do with Obama's Indonesian Muslim lean do ya? Can't he just call a beer summit and work this out with the Afghans? Send them some Chevy Volts or something?

Obama, fresh off his three year world wide apology tour, shows that he is a professional apologist.

I'm still waiting for my apology from Obama. That is the one where he takes PERSONAL responsibility for the last three years of absolute ineffective leadership, tossing the rule of law, and stealing taxpayer money to enrich his crony supporters. When can I expect my apology?

Another flaming liberal, writer Wang, has jumped on the apologists bandwagon. By apologizing to would be murderers- we save lives. That's  the logic.

Guess what Wang. Sociopaths don't care.

Pleostocene Flower

Wow. The Russians took a 32,000 year old seed and re-created this. Pretty neat.

ht 30000 year old siberian plant thg 120220 wblog Flowering Plant Revived After 30,000 Years in Russian Permafrost
Regenerated Pleistocene Age plant.  David Gilichinsky/Institute of Physicochemical and Biological Problems in Soil, Russian Academy of Sciences

How To Become A Middle Eastern Nut Job*Updated

A few months ago, in a rare educational moment of mine, I decided to read the Quran on line. I don't know a lot about Muslims or Islam and I figured reading their book might be a good place to start.

That and I was having problems with some Muslim kids at the gym. They like to stare at me in the weight room. They were acting like punks and had blocked my egress a couple of times- once in a doorway and once on a staircase. Let's just say, we kept "running" into one another. Their disrespectful behavior was enough to pique my interest. One of their fathers comes into the gym frequently and he dresses like the uni bomber. Hoodie up over his head, yaks non stop on his cellphone. Dude gives me the creeps. Ugly buggly, eyes darting around all of the time. Anyway back at the ranch...

I was motivated. To be honest, I did not read all 144 books of the Quran. I did read 80 or 90 of them. I considered that sufficient enough reading to capture the essence of the book.

The Quran in my estimation should be subtitled, "This Is What Your Crazy Uncle Says When He Forgets To Take His Medication."

Forgive me for uttering my opinion. Mohammad, the Quran's author and I, clearly don't see things eye to eye. I feel comfortable saying that- after having read the Quran and having the good fortune not to be indoctrinated into some "death to non believers" propaganda by crusading Muslim parents. God, don't you know, enjoys punishing people and killing them.

I gave up the punishing God propaganda and it's inherent believers- years ago. Which is to say, if you feel like a little extra guilt, shame,  fear, and punishment- go ahead and indulge yourself. As for me, I have enough of that stuff already.

I'll tell you how crazy I am- if God punishes and kills the people he created, I don't want him. You keep him.

A billion people believe in Islam. That will make you pause.

I don't have any trouble believing in a God or a higher power. Mostly I just don't like anyone else's version of that. That includes Mohammad's version and Joe Smith's version- the one where golden tablets are buried under a hill in upstate New York. 

But if you want to believe that stuff, I am ok with it. We have this thing called freedom of religion here. And I like it a lot. The key word is "freedom."

The next time you hear a moonbat preach about religious tolerance (aka "co-exist") immediately ask them what religion they practice and where they go to church. Don't allow atheists or agnostics a chance to hijack a subject they don't know anything about.

That freedom concept has no place in the Quran. In fact, oddly enough, Mohammad never mentions that people are entitled to believe what they want to believe. It's his way or the highway.

You know what I say when someone like Mohammad tells me to "Believe this or else!"

I buy 100 bucks worth of or else. That's how I roll.

I have all of these images of middle eastern men lighting our flags on fire, stomping on them. Hate America signs... blah, blah, blah. I don't care. What do I expect from a class of people who have been brought up on the Quran? Not much. Islam isn't a religion so much as it is a philosophy of exclusionary tactics, fear, and hatred. When you blend those ingredients with adamant and fervent believers- you have all of the ingredients needed to create a nut job. In the middle east, there are no shortage of nut jobs. They hate- because Mohammad says so.

So that's how you do it. Get your nut job diploma eere!

This is what Afghan Muslims say when we burn the Quran. One of them says he will fight until every last drop of blood has gone missing from his body. (clearly every last rational piece of brain matter is already missing) Someone on our side says, "That's not who we are as a people." Really?

Maybe I'll just speak for myself. Maybe that is who I am.

*Four killed, dozens wounded as the nutjobs riot for a second day.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Telling Bankers To Go To Hell, Iceland Survives Quite Nicely

Nothing says WINNING like the Icelandic people. The only country who told bankers to go screw themselves. Apparently the Icelandic people actually pay attention. Odd. Don't they have TV and a bunch of superficial women with big boobs to stare at?

You want to know how nuts Iceland is? They are even prosecuting crooked bankers. Absolutely draconian measures.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Hunting Moonbats

The anti-freedom party. We must have laws for everything. That is the moonbat way.

It’s illegal to enter into an economic transaction which might include a fondling of your nether regions by a total stranger… UNLESS that stranger happens to work for the Government, and you want to fly, in that case- it's ok. (Hit that key word above-you'll love the link.)

Here in Boise, the land of eternal autumn, it's easy to locate and find moonbats. They are confined to an area of town referred to by locals as the "north end." They congregate at a place called the "co-op."

For the record, I hate moonbats. Not only do they think of themselves as intellectually superior to the hoi polloi, but they want to legislate how everyone else lives because the inferior hoi polloi are far too stupid to conduct their own lives. That is how a moonbat thinks.

Moonbats don't want freedom for you. Just for them. You can't be trusted. It never occurs to a moonbat that while they are busy passing laws to govern everything you do- they are stripping all of us of our freedom and turning us into a nanny/police state. This is precisely why we kicked England's ass 240 years ago. Another ass kicking looms.

Every once in awhile, when I am feeling exceptionally angry, I like to hunt moonbats. Often they travel in groups and congregate. 

In north Boise- we have a market called the "co-op." This is a target rich environment. Hundreds of moonbats. A bag of groceries at the co-op costs about one hundred and fifty dollars. The parking lot is littered with Audis' Volvos', Priuses', Subarus'- vehicles with racks and rocket boxes on them, stuff like that. The "co-op" sells these "blue girl, red state" bumper stickers. Those stickers are 100% indicative that the possessor is a moonbat. This is absolutely fail safe.

Moonbats wear sandals, shorts, and fashionable tree hugging gear. Current fashion is a big deal. Make up is frowned upon but tolerated. You see a lot of tie dye, earth tones, a few tattoos. Long hair on men is back in. 

The most judgmental person on the planet is a moonbat. They however-don't see themselves that way. They are self deluded. They think everyone is entitled to their intelligence and they become highly offended when you exercise your own judgment which is counter to their own. Like Obama. You see in their minds- all issues were settled long ago by them. Whether that is recycling trash, global warming, or helmet laws. Recently in Boise, the moonbats passed an anti smoking law that essentially prohibits you from smoking anywhere. Twenty feet from the entrance to any building except your own house.

Everyone knows smoking is bad. Kicking a dead horse is a moonbat specialty. Moonbats rally when it is safe to do so. Show me a moonbat and I will show you a stone cold coward.

I secretly want to recruit a bunch of bums to hang out twenty one feet from the entrance to the co-op and light up cigarettes. I would then watch as moonbats exit the store, have complete nervous breakdowns aka shit hemorrhages- and call the police on their I phones.

The trick to hunting moonbats is to first identify your quarry. Find one that is exceptionally judgmental and intolerant of others. I like to hunt female moonbats. Isolate them- and then divide and conquer. In a private little conversation, mention something like "isn't it odd that we have laws forcing us to recycle trash, or wear bicycle helmets, yet killing an unborn child is legal?

This always pisses the moonbats off. My thanks to Ann Coulter.

The difference between a moonbat and a libertarian is simple. A moonbat wants to legislate and change the whole world to suit them- a libertarian wants the exact opposite. We want freedom and liberty and then leave us alone. Moonbats and libertarians are diametrically opposed. We are supposed to hate each other and we do. We are the yin and the yang.

Republicans don't even fit in the conversation. I'd probably lump their agenda in with the moonbats. I know, I know...the GOP thinks they're different. I'm still trying to discern that alleged difference via Robama, Oromney.

Moonbats also tend to be atheistic or at least agnostic. They simply can't conceive anything greater than themselves. And they don't. Therefore the matter is closed. With the moonbats running the world, what could possibly go wrong?

Look, this is the way I see it. Right now the moonbats and the socialists are in charge. They have the upper hand. I feel the oppressive bite of nanny government and the moonbats everywhere. Even that numbskull President of theirs thinks he will be re-elected. The GOP will mount another furious effort at nominating the biggest moonbat they can find. McCain last time, McRomney this time. Gawd it's like being dragged behind a car.

I can't do anything about any of that. I'm powerless. The only thing I can do is find a moonbat and take it out on them. Think I'll go grab a sandwich at the co-op.

The Over Achiever