Monday, November 26, 2007


Here’s one for ya.

The wife works with an older woman, who, at 65 years of age, finds it necessary to sign up w/the Social Security program for her eventual transition into retirement. She had last week off as vacation time, & took the opportunity to begin the process.

Upon arrival at the SS office, she found that all personnel on duty used English only as a second language. She couldn’t make out what the clerks were telling her due to heavy accents, nor could the clerks understand what our lady wanted.

She had to
in a United States Government office.

So now she has to go back for her appointment this week, inconvenienced by a government agency in place to serve the citizens, just because she had the misfortune of speaking the (present) language of this land.

Are there that many retiring Spanish speaking folks? Probably not.

Could it be that the SS office mainly serves folks who are on "disability"? Probably so.

Crap like this make me want to twist someone's head off...

Thursday, November 22, 2007



Wednesday, November 21, 2007

It’s T minus…

Er, no. It’s here! T-DAY!

As Sailor Curt put so well, giving thanks is a regular occurrence, not one you have to wind up (apologies to J. Tull) on Thanksgiving Day.

We’re not big on "sayin’ grace" & such around here, but when family gathers on T-Day, I make an exception:

"Father, we give thanks for the abundance of
food on our table, the company of
family, & the comfort of our Republic.
Please accept our thanks, and prayers
for those who cannot be with us today.
Look upon us & bestow on us your good grace.

Happy Thanksgiving Day all.

Monday, November 19, 2007

ANOTHER Visitor!

The wife finished up her holster project & delivered it to the Colonel (the customer is an Army officer of said grade).

He was pleased with the results, & now she gets to do it again, on another piece.

I’ll get it here tomorrow, but a hint:
this gentleman seems to have an affinity for the .410" hole size.

Any wagers out there?

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Rachel Lucas is suffering over the loss of her long time friend, Digger.
(Go give her some support)

We’ve suffered the same pain, in our loss of Bear, at our homestead.

I’ve lost my Mother, a close cousin or three, & others, human.
The wife has lost her Dad.

These are painful life changing events, as they should be, when viewed in the grand scheme.


But, for the life of me, I don’t understand the feeling of loss for things mechanical.

I had a 1958 Ford tractor, my first, that gave me years of service as a snow mover, skidder, paddock scraper, & general helper. I replaced her with a shiny-new diesel 4WD unit that outworks the Ford in every respect.

When the new owner came to pick her up, I felt a twinge of the loss & sadness that one would feel with the loss of family or pet (family & pet are both the same, actually).

Same deal with my tree-growing, brass-scrounging, yellow-jacket-home of a plow truck. A bud of mine & I brought her to her new owner Saturday, where she’ll be used this winter as is, then parted out for inclusion into another truck.

All this is not to deride the pain of loss of sentient beings, simply an observation of the human condition.

I never considered myself the "sensitive" type- is it a "guy" thing?

Or, as I’ve long suspected, I’m just a loony?

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Today I Done My Duty…

in purchasing my Ammo Day rounds.

This time I outfitted the ’03 (Rock Island) Springfield sporter with Remington Core-Lokt 180 grainers & Winchester 150 grain Power Points. After the rebates mentioned in the last post, the cost came to $8.76/box of 20. That’s almost mil-surp prices (if you can still find any).

Go. Buy. Ammo.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Ammo Day Rebates- Perfek!

In honor of National Ammo Day (well, no, not really), Winchester & Remington are offering rebates on ammo.

I know ammo is scrotum crushing expensive these days, but $5 back on a box? You can’t beat that w/a stick.

Go here for the Winchester rebate form, & here for the Remington one.

Gotta love ammo on the cheap…

Thursday, November 15, 2007


I had to drive to Bolton, MA today, & all I could think of was

"The palindrome of Bolton is Notlob…"

I crack myself up.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

The Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month: Armistice Day

THE CAUSE (1918)
By Paul Scott Mowrer

Poet laureate of New Hampshire

Let but the cause seem beautiful, dear God,
If we must die. Make us believe, in truth,
For all mankind we thus forswear our youth,
To stay till end of time the oppressor's rod;
That but for us, harsh power would ride rough-shod
Through freedom's delicate gardens, and the tooth
Of hatred rend our people without ruth;
So might we sleep contented, under the sod.

For else, who knows what gladness here on earth
Was destined us, what nobly high employ?
Oh, hard it is that youth should cease to be!
For now came love, with a great glad rebirth
To company our way, and now came joy!
Not death we fear, but death's futility.

Thank you to all veterans, past & present, who have sacrificed their time and lives to maintain our freedom.

God Bless America & Those that Keep Her.

Friday, November 9, 2007


It didn't go well today.

Thursday, November 8, 2007


I have a genius blog!

I don’t feel any smahtah; do you feel smahtah reading it?

The .30-30 Will Have to Wait...

until tomorrow, anyway.

I was gonna regale y’all with the short story of how I acquired my very nice 1950 vintage Winchester ’94, but life got in the way today.

We’re in the material acquisition stage of rebuilding the horse stalls in the barn, planned for this weekend, & running around getting wood (for building, not burning, THIS time) & the associated materials has plumb run me out of daylight. I need daylight to take a half-decent picture of anything (probably just because I’m a lousy photographer & don’t know how to use artificial light correctly).

Sure, I could tell the story, but what good would that be without a pic?

If tomorrow goes OK, I’ll have it posted then.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Conservative off the Deep End…

No, not the political kind, although I am one of those as well.

This is the "conservator of stuff" kind, or, save what you’ve got ‘till you REALLY need it.

In April (no bugs, no leaves) of each year, I begin my logging operation, with the prospect of felling, bucking, & splitting all the firewood we will need for the following year. I say following year because I keep two years’ usage on hand; i.e., this year I cut for winter of 2008/9. Logging is fairly dangerous sport, & I figger if I bust an arm or something while doing it, we won’t be screwed for the coming year.

So here we are when "the Whales of November Turn Gloomy", & the temps take a dive. When the c-o-o-l begins, I’ll start a fire in the living room stove just to keep off the chill. The cellar stove will lay dormant a while longer. Here’s where it gets nutty.

I love being out in the woods, so on a nice day like today, I’ll take a modified backpack frame I garagineered to hold wood, a strong bowsaw, & walk out in the woods TO GATHER FIREWOOD!

I’ll find a good place, cut standing dead hardwood to stove length, then pack 40 or so pounds of it back home for the fire.

Eight cord standing stacked & me packing in 40# of deadwood to keep warm.

CAPITAL "C", off the deep end…

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

And the Platform Shoes...

helped make it all PAINFUL to remember, but go check this out.

Funniest damn thing I've read in a while.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

President Thompson

will be on Meet the Press tomorrow @ 1030.

Check it out & see/hear the man.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Health Insurance: That’ll be Fine…

I was talking to a self-employed carpenter today, & he was lamenting the fact that he will soon be fined by the PR of MA for not having health insurance. The fine will equal his normal tax exemption for health care, IF HE HAD IT!

He was a bit irritated as he went into his take on the root cause for the whole issue: a bunch of non-citizens freeloading on the system, requiring the citizen TAXPAYERS to shoulder the bill. I think he’s spot on with that assumption.

I felt bad for the guy- he was probably early 60’s, can’t get on his wife’s med insurance, so he’s paying his own (medical) way as needed.

Then the farging gummint comes along & robs a few more dollars from him.

Remember R. Reagan’s quote of the nine most feared words in the language?
"I’m from the government & I’m here to help".

Whatta state THAT state is in.

But I'm sure Hitlery's plan is much better...