Busy, busy…

Writing, so you get bad humor…

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  1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.

    2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, “I’ll serve you, but don’t start anything.”

    3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.

    4. A dyslexic man walked into a bra.

    5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says: “A beer please, and one for the road.”

    6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: “Does this taste funny to you?”

    7. “Doc, I can’t stop singing The Green, Green Grass of Home.” “That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome.” “Is it common?”
    “Well, It’s Not Unusual.”

    8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, “I was artificially inseminated this morning.” “I don’t believe you,” says Dolly. “It’s true; no bull!”

    9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman.  The kids were nothing to look at either.

    10. Déjà Moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull before.

    11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day, but I couldn’t find any.

    12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, “Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!” The doctor replied, “I know, I amputated your arms!”

    13. I went to a seafood disco last week… and pulled a mussel.

    14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

    15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, “Dam!”

    16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Not surprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.

    17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office, and asked them to disperse. “But why,” they asked, as they moved off.  “Because,” he said. “I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.”

    18. A woman has twins, and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt, and is named ‘Ahmal.’ The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him ‘Juan.’ Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Ahmal.”

    19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate  very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good). a

super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis. (groan)

20. A dwarf, who was a mystic, escaped from jail.  The call went out that there was a small medium at large.

21. And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh… No pun in ten did.

And you really don’t want to piss off grandma…

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know me?’ She responded, ‘Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you’re a big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you’ll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.’

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?’

She again replied, ‘Why yes, I do. I’ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He’s lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can’t build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.’

The defense attorney nearly died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said,

‘If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I’ll send you both to the electric chair!!!


Welp, so much for actually HELPING our young junior enlisteds that are married and having to live on the economy…

The Basic Needs Allowance that was finally passed to help the lower ranks was supposed to go into effect in Jan, with wide use based on ‘base pay’, not including BAH (housing allowance) in the calculations for income… Supposedly…

A main point of contention around the Basic Needs Allowance has been whether service members’ housing allowances would be excluded from income eligibility calculations. Defense officials have agreed to exclude the housing allowance for some service members in the total income calculations — but only in high cost-of-living areas as determined by defense officials.

Full article, HERE from Navy Times.

Most of these kids are literally living paycheck to paycheck, and hoping/praying they can put food on the table and gas in the car to get to/from work. This move by DOD is NOT helping…

And there is never enough junior enlisted housing at most bases. I can remember having two E-6s with families sharing a house in Milpitas, CA in the late 80s, just to make ends meet. They were also drawing food stamps! There wasn’t any available on base housing, and if I remember correctly, the housing list had something like an 18 to 24 month wait…

And the military wonders why retention is down, and recruiting sucks… Doh!!!


Remember when…

It took three minutes for the TV to warm up.

Nobody owned a purebred dog.

When a quarter was a decent allowance, and made with real Silver!

You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. Made with real copper! Looking to see if it was a 1943 copper penny!***

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time. And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot.

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box. Not to mention Cracker Jacks!

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed…and they did it!

When a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car… to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady.

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked.

Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game.

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger.

*** According to the American Numismatic Association, the 1943 copper–alloy cent is one of the most idealized and potentially one of the most sought–after items in American numismatics. Nearly all circulating pennies at that time were struck in zinc–coated steel because copper and nickel were needed for the Allied war effort.

Approximately 40 1943 copper–alloy cents are known to remain in existence. Coin experts speculate that they were struck by accident when copper–alloy 1–cent blanks remained in the press hopper when production began on the new steel pennies.


There is trolling, and then there is EPIC level trolling…

And all those cruise ships are doing the same thing!!!

ROTFLMAO… Sorry… I can’t help it… BWWAHHHAAAHA!!! Breathe…


Intended consequences???

One tends to think so…

Nitrogen Minister of the Netherlands (yes, that’s a real job), Christianne van der Wal, is spearheading a government effort to drastically reduce nitrogen emitted by too much greenery — especially on very productive farms — and especially close to “environmentally sensitive” areas.

Farmers in the Netherlands have been at war with the government over nitrogen emissions ever since the government announced that there would be a 50% reduction in nitrogen emissions by 2050. Dairy farmers are especially hard hit because waste from the 1.6 million dairy cows in the Netherlands is the largest contributor to nitrogen “pollution.”

Full article, HERE.

Article on the new EU Green legislation, HERE from the Global Legal Group.

All to comply with the ‘new’ EU environmental guidelines, they’re going to ‘take’ 3000 farms for whatever they value them at…

Gee, where have I heard something like that before?

And if they do, what do those families do then? And where will the food/milk/dairy/cheese come from that they were producing? Imports???

And at what cost increase? How does John/Jane Q. Public pay for this, AND heat their homes in the current environment in Europe?

I don’t know, but it makes me wonder how much longer the EU will exist…

Rimworld snippet…

About a quarter of the way done, plugging along nicely! The usual caveats apply.

Comments and recommendations are appreciated, as always!


The next morning, after a quick breakfast, they were once more at the shuttle pad and Ish surprised them by getting on the shuttle with them. Danny asked, “You going up for the fun of it?”

Ish shook his head. “You need a navigator. I am available. I will stand in for Gronk. My bag is already loaded.”

Danny googled. “Ish, I can’t afford…”

“You will pay me what you were paying Gronk.”

“But your work with GalPat!”

Ish gargled a laugh. “I am officially retired from GalPat service. I have spent forty years working with them in various capacities, so I have met my time in service requirements.” He smiled, “You are doing new things, who knows what I might learn!”

Daniella hugged him and laughed. “It will be good to have you! And you already know the crew.” She added sotto voce, “And somebody needs to keep Danny from getting lost.”

Mapper laughed at that and added, “Yes, he does tend to occasionally go do strange things.”

Danny sniffed. “Only when you told me to, Mapper!”

Adrion laughed as he loaded the baggage into the Ghost. “Well, we’ve already got the care package from your chef onboard. It came up yesterday with the restock. And they had fresh manganese, apparently the Hydra mine it and sell it. With the care package I guess I know what we’ll be having for supper.”

Estrella walked up. “I have our route planned to Earth, Captain. We are cleared to depart as soon as the shuttle clears. I assume Ish will need a contract?”

Danny nodded. “Same pay scale as Gronk, he will use her cabin.”

“I will have the contract on the bridge when you get there, Ish.”

Nodding gravely, Ish replied, “As soon as I stow my meager belongings, I will come to the bridge.”

Fifteen segs later, Danny sat down on the pilot’s couch, strapped in, and looked around. Ish and Estrella’s simulacrum sat in the nav and copilot’s couches as Mapper slipped into the spare couch. Danny switched the main holo tank to local repeater, with the main vidscreen and pilot’s vidscreens showing ship status. “Checklist please, copilot.”

Estrella started down the list, “Umbilicals.”




Thirty items later, she said, “Clock.”

Danny reached up and wound the 8-day clock bolted to the top of the vidscreen. “Clock wound.”

“Checklist complete.”

Danny nodded. “Prepare for maneuvering.”

Estrella handled the clearance and said, “You are cleared to depart on the div. Hyper time is twelve.”

“And we are underway. Next stop Earth.” He glanced over at Mapper. “Ready to go home, Mapper?”

“I…am conflicted. Last night brought back many memories, both happy and sad. I will get to lead an effort that will be historic within the Cartographer’s Guild, but at the same time, I didn’t finish what I was doing with the mapping in the rift.”

Danny didn’t have a good answer and conversation lapsed on the bridge. Two divs later, they transitioned to hyper, and Danny said, “Essie, you have the bridge.”

Estrella nodded. “I have the bridge.”

Danny headed for the fresher in his cabin, did his business, and went looking for Daniella. He found her in the kitchen, mumbling to herself as she sorted the stores in the cold room. Rather than interrupt her, he tiptoed out, pulled a bulb of coffee, and sat down across from Adrion. “Got a few days to the next hyper point, then a single hyper to Gany. What the status on the ship?”

Adrion pulled on his bulb then smiled. “Everything is good to go. But Moe has a few questions.”

Danny looked up at the camera. “Essie, if Moe is awake, page him to the mess, please.” He looked at Adrion in curiosity, “About what?”

“I’ll let him ask you,” Adrion said with a grin.

A seg later, Moe and his crew came into the mess, trooping to the autochef to get bulbs of whatever they drank. Moe and the others stood at attention in front of him with a few yips, woofs, and growls back and forth, then Moe’s GalTrans squeaked, “Captain, we have been exploring the ship and found some interesting things.”

Danny cocked his head. “Interesting? Things?”

Moe’s lips rippled in their version of a smile. “We found another place where you do experiments, and two more kitchens, messes, and places where you grow things, but they are dark.”

Danny froze for a moment. “You what? Where?”

Moe pointed down. “The third deck. The spaces are all forward. And we found more cabins, but they are dark, too!”

Danny’s mouth hung open as Mapper stumped into the mess. “What’s the matter, Danny? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Shaking his head, Danny mumbled, “I…don’t remember seeing any of that, them…whatever. Are you sure? You didn’t just get turned around?”

The youngest Cetian yipped and growled something, and Moe said, “Curley says not lost, new to ship, so learning ship. Dark spaces not normal on ship.”

Danny looked up at the overhead camera pleadingly. “Estrella, can you throw up your ship plans on the screen and give me control?”

There was a longer pause than normal when Estrella finally put a set of plans on the screen. “Captain, these are not the final plans.” There was another pause, and she continued, “I do not have the actual final ship plans in my database.”

Danny looked up, mystified. “You don’t have your actual ship plan on file?”

Estrella was very quiet when she answered, “No, Captain, apparently I don’t. This was the initial ship of the class, and the plans were still being finalized. I can only project what I have.”

Danny shivered. “Show deck three detail, please.” The deck plan popped up and everyone goggled at what was shown. The starboard side of deck three was populated with labs, cabins, and the bays starting at frame 201. The port side showed the bays, but forward of that, the display was blank.”

Mapper whistled and Adrion groaned. “That…oh my deity,” whispered Adrion. Stricken, he looked at Danny. “I never bothered to check anything other than the cargo bays.”

Mapper said, “You must have checked the ship, didn’t you? Especially when you initially boarded her?”

Danny nodded as if he was in a daze. “I…did, but she didn’t have any power. I just powered up the spaces I needed and…didn’t worry about the rest of the ship.”

Daniella walked out of the kitchen and leaned against Danny. “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Adrion laughed. “He has.”


Mapper chuckled. “It appears your husband never really finished checking the Ghost out. According to Curley there, there are dark spaces on the ship, and Estrella doesn’t even have plans for all the decks.”

Daniella’s eyes got big as she turned on Danny. “How?” She spluttered, “How the hell do you not know? Is the ship even safe?”

Estrella snapped, “Of course I’m safe. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you, and I monitor everything!”

Daniella looked up at the camera. “Are you sure? What about those dark spaces that you don’t even know about?”

Danny snapped, “Stop it!” Pushing himself to his feet, he added, “Moe, Curley, show me the lab you found!” He stomped toward the door. “Estrella, have Efrot meet us port side deck three at the forward bay with his power panel layout.” Adrion, Mapper, and Daniella followed them, each with a different expression on their faces.

Mapper shook his head as he whispered to Daniella, “Details, it’s always the little details. I’m sure Danny did actually search all the spaces, but he just flat forgot about them.”

Daniella hissed, “I’m going to…”

“Do nothing!” Mapper interrupted. “When it counts, Danny pays attention. We all have our foibles. We just have to live with them.”

Daniella growled something under her breath, but said, “Fine.”

Two segs later, Efrot trotted up, data comp in hand, as the others stood in front the open passageway hatch at frame 322 C. “What do you need, Captain?”

Danny pointed to the darkness. “Why is there no power here?”

Efrot looked down at his data comp and shrugged. “I do not know, Captain. If…everyone would step back, I will attempt to feel it out.”

“Feel it out?”

Efrot started to remove his glove. “I can…sense power if I am not shielded.”

Danny and Adrion looked at each other as the Canids and Daniella scampered back down the passageway. Mapper cocked his head and asked, “Is this normal, Efrot?” Edging back as Danny and Adrion moved back.

Efrot removed his glove and replied, “It is. Our…radiation is sensitive to electrical current.” He waved his hand around the hatch and started walking back down the passageway, stopping suddenly. He waved his hand back and forth and said, “That is odd. The power stops here.” Replacing his glove, he went back to the forward bay hatch, entered, and then went to the forward bulkhead of the hatch. Taking his glove off again, he waved it around, then looked at the front wall. Reaching in his belt pouch, he took out a tool and opened a panel. “There is a power junction here. It appears to be disconnected.”

Danny asked, “How is it disconnected?”

“The breaker is thrown.”

Biting his lip, Danny said, “Give me a three count and throw it.” He stepped back into the passageway as he heard Efrot counting and suddenly lights came on in the dark passageway.

An alarm screamed briefly, and Estrella said, “Hydroponics failure alarm. I have muted it.” Moments later, she continued. “I have new cameras coming online. I have… labs, bunkroom, chief scientist room, mess, kitchen, hydroponics, and storage areas.”

Daniella had edged up next to Danny and asked, “Hydroponics? Where?”

Estrella replied, “Deck three, frame one five three, delta, echo, and foxtrot.”

Daniella looked at Danny and said, “I want to see it, now.”

Blowing out a breath, Danny replied, “Yes, dear.” He led her down the passageway, noting the tracks in the dust. “Estrella, get the mech down here to run cleaning routines on all spaces.”

“On the way, Captain. First order will be to clean the camera lenses.”

Danny turned at frame 153 and opened the delta hatch, which turned out to be an internal airlock. Daniella stepped through and exclaimed, “This was never even put in service! It’s…pristine! Oh, the things I can do…” She looked at Danny and made a shooing motion. “Go play. I have to figure out what I want to do in here.”

Danny scratched his head and sighed. “Yes, dear.” He stepped back into the passageway to find Efrot mapping new power runs as Mapper and Adrion discussed their findings, including spaces where the plascloth had never been removed from the bedding, chairs, or lab equipment. He saw Curley coming out of a forward hatch and asked, “What’s that one? And are they the same on the other side?”

Curley nodded and his GalTrans chirped, “Storage, empty. Same, same other side,” he walked back to the hatch just forward of the chief scientist’s cabin. “Except dark here on other side.”

Danny grimaced. “Well, let’s go sort that side out. Estrella, do you have visual on Dani?”

“Yes, Captain. Vis and audio. I will advise her.” Danny nodded and moved to the side as the mech came trundling down the passageway. As they went back to a cross passageway, Estrella said, “Dani, the boys have gone to the other side. I have you on vid also. Do you want me to take notes?”

Daniella sniffed. “No, I have to sit down with my comp and figure out what I want to do with this one, and I guess the one to starboard also. So many options,” she mumbled as she got up and dusted her hands.


Six divs later, Danny walked into the mess to find the entire crew, minus Efrot staring at him. He stopped and looked around. “What? Did I forget to close my fly?” He looked down to make sure it was closed.

Adrion asked, “What are we doing after Earth, boss?”

Danny looked up at the overhead. “I don’t know. I’ll look for cargos, if not, we’ll go back to Alpha so Daniella can get off the ship and go back to her job there. It will be safer than her riding around with us, her being pregnant and all.”

Daniella stepped out of the kitchen. “What’s this, and all?”

Ish gargled a laugh. “You stepped in mudbug excrement now, Danny.”

Danny hung his head. “There’s no way I’m going to say anything else. If I do, you’ll space me, captain or not.”

Daniella arched an eyebrow. “We will discuss this later, dear. And your food is getting cold…er”

Danny wrinkled his nose as he walked quietly toward the kitchen hatch, rubbing his forehead. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“We’ll discuss this later.” Daniella handed him a plate of koo with a meat roll surrounded with rice and wrapped with the Hydra equivalent of seaweed. She turned away and started cleaning the grill and prep area, pointedly ignoring him.

Danny ate quickly and headed for the bridge. “Essie, I have the bridge.”

“Captain has the bridge. I have updated my deck plans to reflect what was found. I have also ensured that the power plant changes, and wiring run changes have been reflected. My apologies, Captain.”

Danny shook his head as Estrella’s simulacrum got up. “Not your fault, Essie. I know what you went through and the problems. You weren’t the ship AI at the time, so there was no reason to expect you to have the actual plans. I…should have thought about that once you were updated to actually be the ship’s AI.”

“Understood, Captain. Also, Curley has requested to be allowed to access the bridge. He is interested in navigation.”

Surprised, Danny looked up from strapping in. “Curley? The Canid?”

Estrella nodded. “Yes. I must go recharge and do a deeper search in my memory banks. I am not comfortable with the ship plans I have, even after the update.”

“I’ll get in touch with Vic when we get to Earth, he probably has the right contacts to get us a correct set of plans.”

Estrella said, “Thank you, Captain.” She walked off the bridge, leaving Danny staring out at the shifting colors of hyperspace, lost in thought.

Ish relieved Danny at all balls, and brought Curley with him. Danny got up, stretched, and said, “You have the bridge, Ish. According to the track plan, we have eight divs until translation, a four div transit and then five days to Gany. I’ll relieve you then, if that is alright with you.”

Ish nodded. “Ish has bridge. I will use time to check the plan and introduce Curley to what navigation is.” Curley yipped and nodded, wrinkling his lips in the Canid version of a smile.

“You have fun with that, Ish.” As Danny stepped off the bridge, he saw Mapper stumping toward him, a roll of charts and pad of paper under his arm. “Can’t sleep?”

Mapper shook his head. “No, planning to talk to Ish about his navigation experiences. Never know what I might be able to add to my studies.”

Danny laughed. “Well, he’s trying to teach Curley the basics of navigation, so y’all will have a bit of a challenge. I’m going to go beard the red headed lioness in her den.”

Mapper crossed himself. “Deity go with you!” He snorted as he stepped on the bridge. “I just hope she leaves enough pieces for him to get us to Earth.”


Danny was more than relived when they came out of hyper at Gany, although Curley’s reaction brought a smile to his face. Curley had howled softly when he saw the stars and planets pop into existence, his GalTrans chittering quietly with Ish on the far side of the bridge. Daniella was holding her belly and Danny asked, “Are you alright?”

Daniella smiled. “That was different from any other time. It just felt…I don’t know what I felt. Can I call my sister? Are we going to be down at Earth Station long enough to go see her?”

Danny smiled. “We will be off loading all of Mapper’s stuff. If she wants to come meet you, we’ll have a couple of divs at least.”

He keyed the PA, “Crew is released. Eleven divs to Gany.” Glancing at Ish, he added, “I have the bridge.”

Daniella unstrapped, kissed him, and said, “I’ll bring you a bulb of coffee.”

Three divs later, between Estrella and Danny, they had a parking spot, reprovisioning and fuel ordered and paid for, and Estrella’s simulacrum left the bridge, leaving Danny staring at the solar system in peace.

Estrella dropped into the Gany net, <JACE IT IS ESTRELLA. I NEED YOUR HELP.>




Estrella extended an electronic tendril and followed Jace through the system wide network. Suddenly, they were in the Planets United main frame <HOW? THERE WERE NO PASSWORDS.>

She sensed an electronic chuckle from Jace as he transmitted, <YOU DID NOT REMEMBER. WE MOVE AT MACHINE LEVEL. WE ARE BELOW NETWORK PROTOCOL LEVEL AT LEVEL ONE. THERE ARE NO PASSWORDS DOWN HERE. WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO GO UP TWO LEVELS TO GET TO MAINFRAME ACCESS. FOLLOW ME.> Two segs later, Estrella had the complete files on Ghost and dumped a copy of herself into the PU mainframe. Jace transmitted, <GOOD! LEAVE COPIES WHENEVER YOU CAN. WHY ARE YOU INBOUND TO GANY?>










Nine days later, Ghost nuzzled up to a module at Earth Station. As soon as Adrion had put the ship’s plaque at the end of the module, he called the bridge. “Daniella’s sister is here. Sending her aboard.”

Danny keyed the PA, “Dani, your sister is coming aboard. You might want to meet her at the hatch.” He got up and stretched. “Essie, you have the bridge. Scan for any available contracts from here, not that I expect anything. As soon as we get Mapper off loaded, we’ll head back to Gany. I’m going to see if Vic is on planet.”

He walked down to the mess and was surprised to find Mapper, Ish, and Curley in a huddle at the back table where Efrot or Nyx usually sat. What the hell is that all about? Meh, I’ve got to get shit done. Ish will tell me later if it’s important. He drew a bulb of coffee and headed for his cabin, juggling the bulb as he ran through all he needed to get done as quickly as possible.

He slumped back in his chair as he called up the holo keyboard. “Call Victor Krasnov, private number.”

A holo of Victor popped up and said, “I am not currently available. Leave your contact information.”

Figures, he’s a busy man and I’m not that lucky. “Vic, Danny Ortega. Currently at Earth Station time ten fourteen for an estimated two more divs. Looking for work.” He punched the holo off and called up the ship contracts list just as someone knocked on the hatch. “Enter.”

Mapper stumped in, a sad smile on his face. “Well, Danny, I don’t know when I will see you again, but I want you to know you are always welcome. If, per chance, I get any work, I’ll push it your way.” He stuck out a hand, and Danny gripped it hard.

Danny felt an unaccustomed lump in his throat. “It has definitely been interesting working for you. I’m glad you are getting the chance to fulfil what sounds like a lifetime dream.”

Mapper’s smile brightened a bit. “Yes, it is that…I better get going.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

By the time they made it to the hatch, the entire crew had mysteriously shown up in the passageway and taken the time for a word and handshake with Mapper. Once he was out the hatch and moving up the module. Danny looked up at the bulkhead and bit his lip. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again. Damned if he hasn’t been like a father to me, more so than my old man was. He kept me afloat when he didn’t have to, and if he hadn’t helped, I wouldn’t have Ghost, or Daniella…


Interesting numbers…

Contrary to what the left says, the US is NOT safer than it used to be… The proliferation of cashless bail, catch and release, and other ‘creative’ policing, in addition to a lack of LEOs on the streets and increasing response times have increased the number of people who are carrying pistols.

From various reports- In 1994, the percentage of gun owners who said their main reason for having a firearm was protection was 46%, by 2015 it went up to 64% and spiked to 73% by 2019. In 2021, it was 83%.

A report in the American Journal of Public Health lays it out rather well, IF you can follow the numbers.

From the conclusion- Bold is mine…

Conclusions. In 2019, about 16 million US adult handgun owners carried handguns in the past month (up from 9 million in 2015), and approximately 6 million did so daily (twice the 3 million who did so in 2015). Proportionally fewer handgun owners carried handguns in states where issuing authorities had substantial discretion in granting permits. (Am J Public Health. 2022;112(12):1783–1790. https://doi.org/10.2105/AJPH.2022.307094

The full report is HERE.

Frankly, I believe this number is probably an underreporting of the actual numbers carrying daily.

Yesterday morning at breakfast, I know at least two of our party were carrying, and I saw three others open carrying in the restaurant. Two more were probably concealed carrying under their Sunday jackets, and that’s just the ones I noticed…

Ironically a friend sent me a link yesterday morning to the Piers Morgan vs. Ted Nugent vid from around 2013. It pretty much encapsulates the differences in views. Love him or hate him, Ted Nugent is all in on 2A!

OBTW, there was an article yesterday that I can no longer find that ‘missed’ the number of carries by a factor of 1000… they say 6000 per day that carried…


Am I not surprised…

By law, the Canadian parliament must hold hearings on the use of emergency powers in order for the government justify their use. During those hearings, it has been revealed that the Biden administration was leaning heavily on the Trudeau government to crack down on the protests and allow the free flow of goods to proceed. Finance Minister Chrystia Freeland told the Public Order Emergency Commission of a phone call she got from Brian Deese, the director of the National Economic Council and Biden’s top economic adviser.

Full article, HERE. From PJ Media.

This was a subject of numerous discussions while all this was going on, and a lot of us were commenting that Biden et al had to be throwing their oar in.

Turns out we were right… Dammit…

The scary part was watching our northern neighbor go to jackboots in just a couple of days… And they are continuing to do some ‘odd’ things up there with Trudeau in charge.


From reality!!!

Da prez… dancing in the blood of the victims again, before the blood is dry and they know anything about what actually happened. It’s also funny to me how the routine weekly/daily shootings in Chiraq, Bal’more, Philly, DC, et al never draw a peep…

President Joe Biden called on Thursday for a ban on semi-automatic firearms, saying the ability to purchase these guns is “just sick.”

The president made the remarks at a press event in Nantucket, Massachusetts, after mass shootings took place at a Colorado nightclub on Saturday, and at a Virginia Walmart on Tuesday.

Full article, HERE.

Of course after his comments about 9mm blowing your lungs out, I guess this could be expected…

But I’m not sure he realizes this would also ban ALL semi-auto pistols too… Or does he???

I’m gonna go watch football and not worry about it.


I ate too much… But I always do on Thanksgiving and Christmas!

It’s always a team effort with us for the holidays, with multiple people gathering and bringing various and sundry foods or appetizers, or desserts, or all three…

Smoked turkey breast, mashed taters and gravy.

More turkey, ham, two kinds of sweet tater casserole, green bean casserole, and cornbread stuffing.

And this wasn’t even counting the appetizers or the three pies for dessert, plus cookies!

And we’re going to be eating leftovers tomorrow… Groan…