To all those who donated to Jennifer Hast’s GiveSendGo.
She was operated on yesterday, two weeks earlier than expected, and the surgery was successful. Coupled with the lack of cancer in the lymph nodes, she should be cancer free going forward.
She is in a lot of pain, but I’m pretty sure she’s happy to have the surgery over with.
Again, thank you to all who donated, at least she won’t have to stress over anything but getting her health back in the next couple of months.
Wrote a 10000 word ‘short’ for an anthology in three days…
I r whupped…
Go read the folks on the sidebar while I try to get my hands to stop cramping.
Welp, they FINALLY shot the balloon down… off the coast of South Carolina.
Talk about a day late and a dollar short, and they used an AIM-9. So $400,000 to take out a balloon, BUT the missile actually hit the ‘package’ rather than the balloon. Those ‘sparkles’ you see falling are the remnants of the solar arrays and surveillance package.
Moment the #ChineseSpyBalloon was shot down. #Balloon pic.twitter.com/H9skbByLUs
— Michael Steinberg (@MichaelWX18) February 4, 2023
Go Air Force, yay you… sigh…
And the Navy and Coast Guard got sent out to clean up their mess, which will include NO equipment or anything worth recovering, IF they find anything…
Nor will they be able to recover any evidence of what/where photos were actually taken, nor how much data was transmitted back to China.
Supper table talk was about the fact that China is in the process of building out their nuclear bunkers and the probability that they would use the ‘close up’ pictures for spacing and external equipment WE use.
But supper was good, and a good time was had by all. Shrimp and grits with Tasso gravy!
Now it’s back to writing… Y’all have a good day!
For versions of humor… Ouch!!!
We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I’m mowing the backyard with my cheapo Walmart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.
It seems as though I hadn’t remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I’m standing there, I’ve got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you’re all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was
like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I’m about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can’t let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences … but Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I’m thinking I’m going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
‘Damn!,’ I think, as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think ‘Oh God please let me die …. Pleeeeaze . But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner’s right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day … he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don’t know how I got loose from the wire …
I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1 – Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2 – I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3 – Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4 – My left eye will not open.
5 – My right eye will not close.
6 – The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
7 – I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don’t understand this???).
That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.
The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.
Can we say hoist on your own petard???
Attorneys for Hunter Biden are calling on federal and state prosecutors to pursue criminal investigations into actors involved in disseminating personal data from their client’s abandoned laptop.
The approach, now more than two years after the New York Post’s original reporting, is being described as “the boldest and most aggressive move to date from Biden” on the issue.
Full article, HERE.
So, he’s now saying it’s his, and he wants people prosecuted for releasing information from it?
Hrmmm… I don’t know what the Delaware law is, but in most places, if something is left for 90 days, it is considered abandoned and becomes the property of the business or holder of the item.
So three plus years is a ‘bit’ late to be demanding anything.
Oh yeah, and this kinda puts paid to the whole ‘Russian disinformation’ pile of crap, too!
Gah…
Back before the ‘peace dividend’ of the end of the cold war, there were TWENTY-FOUR active duty P-3 squadrons scattered between NAS Moffett Field, CA; NAS Barbers Point, HI; NAS Brunswick, ME; and NAS Jacksonville, FL.
This is a picture of the active duty squadrons lined up on the ramp at NAS Jax…
From foreground to background, VP-5, VP-16, VP-24, VP-45 VP-49, and VP-56
With an average of 9 P-3s (216 active duty), 12 crews per squadron, and world-wide basing, that was ‘adequate’ to cover the mission requirements and operational requirements we were called on to perform.
Today, there are twelve active duty squadrons, split between NAS Jacksonville, FL and NAS Whidbey Island, WA flying the ‘new’ P-8A (Boeing 737). The contract has been expanded to get to 128 aircraft including aircraft for the training squadron and the two reserve squadrons left.
And the requirements are ramping back up… on squadrons with 6 aircraft and 12 crews…
When you lose the ‘Dead Heads’…
Someone should tell Gov. Gavin Newsom (D-Calif.) that maybe he’s gone a bit too far with the taxes and his big ideas for big government. Or, as the Grateful Dead might have said, “Gavin Newsom, you better watch your speed.” Because once you’ve lost the confidence of the bong-hit set, you’re pretty much done in California. Or would that be baked?
Full article, HERE at PJ Media.
It’s no secret anywhere that the ‘costs’ of being legal growers is pricing them out of the market. The prevalence of illegal growers isn’t going away, and in many places is actually growing faster than the legal growers. To whit, the numerous cartel grower busts down outside LA and in the Central Valley (where they can find water).
The same is holding true in Colorado, especially Colorado Springs (according to friends). The number of homeless, drug addicted is growing and they are all going to illegal pot which is being ‘delivered’ on street corners, etc.
And the legal growers and dispensaries are still having problems with what to do with the cash, since it’s still a Federal crime, so they can’t just go to the bank and deposit their money…
Did I read that sign right?
“TOILET OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW.”
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In a Laundromat:
AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT.
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Sign In a London department store:
BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS
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In an office:
WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK OUR STEP LADDER PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN.
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In an office:
AFTER TEA BREAK, STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD.
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Outside a secondhand shop:
WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING – BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN
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Notice in health food shop window:
CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS…
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Spotted in a safari park:
ELEPHANTS. PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR.
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Seen during a conference:
FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN’T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR.
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Notice in a farmer’s field:
THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.
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Message on a leaflet:
IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET
WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS.
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On a repair shop door:
WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR – THE BELL DOESN’T WORK.)
Maybe they never thought about it, but those who are now grandmothers wore super short mini skirts, tight pants, high boots and many did not even wear a bra.
They listened to Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin.
They drove Mini Cooper and powerful motorcycles.
They smoked, drank gin and tonic, whiskey and who knows what else.
They went to music festivals, in the mud, that lasted 3 days, and maybe they even danced naked in the crowd.
They lived very long hours, because they did not have internet, or smartphones, or social networks, and they did not care much about television.
They got home at four in the morning and went to work that morning.
Learn this: You will never be as cool as your grandmothers were.
Someone had to say this.
More than once I’ve wondered ‘why’ some things were classified for XX years…
And THIS is one of them! 70 frickin years???
The Navy awarded the Navy Cross to retired Navy Capt. Royce Williams last week for downing four Soviet MiG-15 aircraft during the Korean War in what is still the longest recorded dogfight in U.S. military history.
On Nov. 18, 1952, then-Lt. Williams, an F9F-5 Panther jet fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Oriskany, was flying a combat patrol mission off the coast of Korea with two other F9F pilots when they encountered seven Soviet MiGs.
Full article, HERE.
He should never have had to buy a beer in his life… Grrr…