Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Gimme Some ‘O That Earth Day…


At the doubletrouble ranch, April is logging month. I make an earnest effort to get the trees felled, twiched out, bucked, & split before the invasion of the winged blood suckers, otherwise known as blackflies. Additionally, felling a tree that is in full bloom presents a number of other problems, most notably the "sail" effect in the wind, where a fairly light wind can throw the tree from where it was planned to go. Also, cleanup of all those leaves is a bitch- they’re heavy when green. So, no leaves, no bugs, April is it.



This is the stump of my latest takedown. Note the 12" ruler for scale. That bad boy was 35" across the widest part, & was a PIMA to cut with my 18" bar on the saw. Sixty-six feet high to the canopy as measured with my rangefinder- nice crash when it landed. It went where I aimed it, but it still took me all day today to get it out of the woods, topped, & ready to process.

Go hug that tree hippie!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Who Writes the Lyrics?


I was doing some reloading this evening after it was too dark to split wood. As I listened to the radio while working, I’m thinking, who writes these lyrics?

One song, by Elvis Costello, I think, goes,
"Allison, my anus too…" What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Then another, by the Four Tops (?),
"Ain’t no woman like a one eyed slut…"

Those songwriters need to get a grip.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Some Gun Days Are Gunnier Than Others…

As mentioned before, I have a 50-yard range in my sideyard. While it lacks many of the amenities of a commercial range, it has a few tables, a shooting bench for left & right handers, & a wooden backstop to which the targets can be affixed.

Aaanyway, I have a couple "dues payin’" members of the DT Shooting Association who utilize my range at their leisure, i.e. not personal guests of mine.

Yesterday, one of the guys brought his 1921 Thompson SMG up to play. Although this weapon is perfectly legal, he was a little hesitant about picturing the thing for the world (OK, you two guys) to see, so I just got a snap of the stamping on the receiver.




Don’t the words "submachine gun" just get you that tingly feeling down your leg?

Heh.

Home Schooling, or, I High Tailed it up South Street…


Reading Marko’s post about how his kids are virtual leaning machines, reminded me of my yute & another, more timely story.

Part 1.

When I was a crumb-snatcher, my Mom was a mom- in the 50s most families were like that. I had a "yearnin’ for learnin’" that my Mom recognized, so she would read to me about airplanes, trains, & other stuff of great interest to a young lad. When I entered the pubic (not a typo) school system at age 7, I could read, spell, & do most of my numbers. I’m no Mensa sort; she just fed me what I, & probably most kids wanted- more.

Set up: first grade in my day was in a big brick building. We kept out coats & such in the "basement", which also housed the bathroom area.

Part of "curriculum" was "letters"- these were scrabble-like cardboard squares loose in a box. When "letters" time came around, Miss Phelps (I still remember her name??!!) would print a word on the blackboard, something challenging, like "cat" or "house". Our mission was to form the observed word on our desks using the aforementioned squares. I found this to be the stupidest thing on the planet- bored doesn’t describe it- more like loathing.

So, in my evil little mind, a plan takes shape.

I raise my hand.
"Yes J?"
"Can I got to the bathroom?"
"Yes, you may. Please hurry back"

I go down to the basement, still filled with the loathing & resentment of being made to do this stupid crap, grab my hat & coat, & go home (everyone walked to school in those days).

I walk into the house, "Hi Ma"!
"J! What are YOU doing here, you’re supposed to be in school!"
"It was boring".
"I’m calling your father".
Uh-oh.

Dad came home, tried to figure out the problem, & brought me back to prison, err, school.

This happened a couple more times (combined with actual basement "needs"), each time with increasing suspicion by the teacher, until one day, as I headed for the outside, Miss Phelps was standing on the stairs by the door.

Buh-bye. Out the doors I went, with Miss Phelps in hot pursuit. The school was on a big hill, & as I ran up that hill I could see that old Miss Phelps wasn’t going to catch me by a long shot, so I took my time, only running when necessary.
I have a feeling this perturbed her even more.

By the time I got home, taking my sweet time, Dad was already there, & I received a stern warning (& a bit more IIRC) that this behavior was to stop.
I stayed for letters after that final episode.

I was a hero in my first grade class, probably because no one else had the cajones (or was dumb enough) to escape.

Moral of the story? If you teach you children well at home, there is no need for the futility & drudgery of pubic school.

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Part 2.

This is a more recent anecdote.

My good friend has a daughter in the 4th grade. She wasn’t doing so well, averaging just in the top half of her class in reading, & in the lower half for math & science. As his wife was/is a teacher, they decided to homeschool.

In THREE MONTHS, 3 hours per day, she finished the work for 4th grade, & finished at the TOP of her class. In another FOUR months, she had completed the 5th grade, again testing at the top of her class (the girl is brought to the school for testing along with her "classmates").

Moral of the story? If you teach you children well at home, there is no need for the futility & drudgery of pubic school.

Phew, I got blisters on me fingers…

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

G** Damned Press...

An article in the Union Leader today had a story about a bust in Kingston that netted some weed, pills, etc. I left a comment on the story on the Union Leader website, reproduced below.

I wish the hell the reporting folks could get things right once in a while…

Here's the money quote:

"Three rifles and a handgun were seized as well. Briggs said the pair had no permits to legally carry the firearms."

One reading this would come away with the notion that the firearms were illegally possessed.

While I am no supporter of drug trafficking and/or illegal use of firearms, the two statements above have no real connectivity. The evidence shows that the firearms were found on the premises. There is no law requiring a permit to own firearms in NH. The fact that the alleged miscreants had no permits to carry concealed has no bearing on the aforementioned fact of possession.

This is just another example of the press being loose with the facts, misleading the uninformed public to the opinion that we need to "do something" about guns, i.e. more laws "for the children".

*Sigh*

Monday, April 14, 2008

OK, OK, It’s YOUR Pie…


Breda has an absolutely perfek visual on Michelle Obama’s latest verbal diarrhea.

Go see.

BTW, this applies equally to all the leftly socialist’s ideas on income distribution.
This little poster should be on the Conservative Battle Flag…

Saturday, April 12, 2008

No Blood for Oil, ergo, No Food for Fuel?


HEADLINE:
Haiti's government falls after food riots.

"Disturbances over high food prices have broken out in several poor countries, primarily in Africa. Record oil prices, rising demand for food in Asia, the use of farmland and crops for biofuels and other factors such as market speculation have pushed up food prices worldwide." (RTWT here)

So I know what let’s do, let’s make fuel from corn! It will only use up a little more energy than is produced, but we’ll all feel so G R E E N!
What a cool idea!

Numbnuts.

Those short-sighted green types & the idiot politicians that agree with them are gonna fuck up the entire civilization of this planet, I swear.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Clinton Campaign in North Carolina...

Reptile Breeders Net Two-Headed Dragon

and, they named it Hillary.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Charlton Heston, 1924-2008

Charlton Heston, actor, activist, & NRA President has shuffled off this mortal coil.

During the 90's reign of terror, er, I mean the Clinton years, I had a bumper sticker that declared,

"MY President is Charlton Heston".

Heh.

RIP Mr. Heston...

Saturday, April 5, 2008

BREAKING NEWS...

This just in...

Hillary LIED about something...

More as this story develops... BWAHAHAHAHAHA.

You CAN'T make this stuff up.