RIP…

Posted on by December 1, 2018

RIP President Bush, the Navy has the watch. Fair winds, and following seas. One hopes the chattering masses will at least have the decency to wait 72 hours before they start bringing up all the ‘stuff’ they didn’t like about him.

The USSS loved the Bush family, they were treated with respect and care by them, and afterward when he was no longer in the White House.

Grrrr…

Posted on by November 30, 2018

Connectivity problems with all the weather/wind.

You get pics instead.

Weather building…

Literally one minute later… NOT good…

And I ‘knew’ I should have closed the garage door… Garage is now full of leaves from ~40kt gusts that blew through.

Not a drop of rain… sigh…

Posted from my iPhone.

TBT…

Posted on by November 28, 2018

Ye olde nightmare for you…

And since ‘some’ places are getting snow…

It Snowed Last Night

8:00 am: I made a snowman.

8:10 – A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn’t make a snow woman.

8:15 – So, I made a snow woman.

8:17 – My feminist neighbor complained about the snow woman’s voluptuous chest saying it objectified snow women everywhere.

8:20 – The gay couple living nearby threw a hissy fit and moaned it could have been two snow men instead.

8:22 – The transgender man..women…person asked why I didn’t just make one snow person with detachable parts.

8:25 – The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and not to decorate snow figures with.

8:28 – I was being called a racist because the snow couple is white.

8:31 – The Muslim gent across the road demanded the snow woman wear a burqa.

8:40 – The Police arrived saying someone had been offended

8:42 – The feminist neighbor complained again that the broomstick of the snow woman needed to be removed because it depicted women in a domestic role.

8:43 – The council equality officer arrived and threatened me with eviction.

8:45 – TV news crew from ABC showed up. I was asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snow-women? I replied “Snowballs” and am now called a sexist.

9:00 – I was on the News as a suspected terrorist, racist, homophobe sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during difficult weather.

9:10 – I was asked if I have any accomplices. My children were taken by social services.

9:29 – Far left protesters offended by everything marched down the street demanding that I be beheaded.

Moral: There is no moral to this story. It is what we have become.

Posted in TBT

Sigh…

Posted on by November 27, 2018

I’d LOVE to see this bunch of POS try this in Texas…

The gang, from Direct Action Everywhere, flashed anti-meat eating signs with “It’s not food, it’s violence” emblazoned on them and barked out a speech at the Touro Steakhouse in Brighton.

Full article and video, HERE from the Sun.

They were laughed out of the restaurant there, and I think their… ah… reception would have been a tad different here.

Once again, a gun free zone, so they know they won’t actually suffer any ‘real’ consequences, and will get their 15 seconds of fame…

And the number of Camp Fire dead continues to climb. Now 79 people. Interesting article from NPR, HERE. According to it, the ‘reason’ is still unknown…

Ramirez pretty much nails it, as usual!

But you notice how ‘quickly’ it’s fallen out of the MSM? And a total lack of coverage of the cluster of people trying to file for benefits and being denied…

 

Choices, choices…

Posted on by November 26, 2018

Or I have too many guns in my nightstand…

Now before you go ballistic on me for too many choices, I have my reasons. And I DO practice with all these.

The Glock is my bump in the night gun, so it’s readily available, right next to the Surefire light.

Since I carry every day when I can, if I’m going deep conceal or summer wear, it’s usually the little Colt and one mag in a Snagit. If I’m going to be in and out of buildings where I have to remove my pistol, it’s the Kahr in the paddle holster and one mag in a belt mag pouch. If I’m not worried about having to take the gun off, I’ve gone back to the revolver for comfort and good concealment, with a speed strip in the pocket. If I don’t need to worry about any of the above, or I’m going to the range, or G-d forbid, DFW area, it’s the Glock and probably TWO spare mags (waste not, want not).

I always have a little Streamlight or Surefire in my pocket, along with my Benchmade, so those don’t change.

If I do have to take the pistol off, I do so in the car, slip it (in the holster) in a case and move it to the trunk along with the spare mag.

Unlike the guy at the post office yesterday, who stripped his holster and gun off in front of G-d and everybody, handed it to his wife in the truck, and walked into the post office mumbling about stupid rules…

Even though Texas is open carry, I prefer the element of surprise, just like I prefer NOT to put myself in a position to need to use one of them. And I pray to God I never have to use one of them. I also like the revolver if I’m driving long distances, it’s just a lot more comfortable.

YMMV, IANAL, I bought all these myself, and I didn’t stay at a Holiday Inn last night…

 

 

Thank you!!!

Posted on by November 25, 2018

Passing along my thanks, and from the daughters for those who’ve contributed to their mother’s Go Fund Me page, HERE. She and her husband lost their home in Magalia in the Camp Fire, and basically got out with the clothes on their backs, and a backpack apiece.

They aren’t there yet, but they are a log further along than when I put the post up. So THANK YOU!!!

They still haven’t gotten anything from FEMA, and have applied to SBA, but don’t hold out much hope there, since they are both disabled.

The death toll continues rising in the Camp Fire, now up to 85, HERE. But I honestly don’t think they will ever know how many actually died, now that the rains are coming in and destroying evidence.

Please keep those folks who lost everything and the first responders who are trying to help them in your prayers.

Pretty in red!!!

Posted on by November 24, 2018

The last couple of weeks have been ‘interesting’ for what’s been out and about…

A week ago, 67 RS Camaro, 327/4 speed, original except for the hood mod.

Yesterday was the last predicted ‘good’ (read warm) weather for a while, so a number of ‘nice toys’ were out and about. These two were the only ones I had a chance to get pics of.

32 Ford sedan, ‘slightly’ modified… I think a 351, and upgraded with ‘real’ (read disk) brakes… And NOT for sale either… sigh  With a real trunk on the back!

And air horns… LOL

Sigh… 68, 327 SS original equipment, restoration done 15 years ago and 1700 miles since then… And the Crager SS mags are original ones, not reproduction…

I’ll be in my bunk… Sigh…

A bleg…

Posted on by November 22, 2018

My ex-wife and her husband lost everything but basically the clothes on their backs in the Camp Fire a couple of weeks ago. And thanks to the typical FEMA fuckery, can’t get any support. My daughters have started a GoFundMe to help them out.

I know this is a lousy time to be asking for help, but anything would be appreciated. Right now they are living with my oldest daughter and her son in a two bedroom apartment… My daughters explain the ‘rest of the story’ in the post.

The GoFundMe is HERE.

Thank you in advance, anything helps.

Naval terms…

Posted on by November 21, 2018

And their origins… 🙂

Every profession has its own jargon and the Navy is no exception. For the Navy, it’s bulkhead, deck and overhead and not wall, floor, and ceiling. Some nautical terminology has found its way into everyday use, and you will find the origins of this and Navy terminology below.

Log Book-In the early days of sailing ships, the ship’s records were written on shingles cut from logs. These shingles were hinged and opened like a book. The record was  called the “log book.” Later, when paper was readily available and bound into books, the record maintained its name.

Long Shot-Today it’s a gambling term for an event that would take an inordinate amount of luck. It’s origins are nautical. Because ships’ guns in early days were very
inaccurate except at close quarters, it was an extremely lucky shot that would find its target from any great distance.

Mayday-“Mayday” is the internationally recognized voice radio signal for ships and people in serious trouble at sea. Made official in 1948, it is an anglicizing of the French
m’aidez, “help me”.

No Quarter-“No quarter given” means that one gives his opponent no opportunity to surrender. It stems from the old custom by which officers, upon surrender, could ransom themselves by paying one quarter of a year’s pay.

Pea Coat-Sailors who have to endure pea-soup weather often don their pea coats, but the coat’s name isn’t derived from the weather. The heavy topcoat worn in cold,  miserable weather by seafaring men was once tailored from pilot cloth – a heavy, course, stout kind of twilled blue cloth with the nap on one side. The cloth was sometimes called P-cloth for the initial letter of “pilot” and the garment made from it was called a p-jacket – later, a pea coat. The term has been used since 1723 to denote coats made from that cloth.

Port holes-The word originated during the reign of Henry VI of England, who insisted on mounting guns too large for his ship and the traditional methods of securing these
weapons on the forecastle and aftcastle could not be used. A French shipbuilder was commissioned to solve the problem. He put small doors in the side of the ship and
mounted the cannon inside the ship. The doors protected the cannon from weather and were opened when the cannon were to be used. The French word for “door” is “porte”
which was later Anglicized to “port” and later went on to mean any opening in the ship’s side.

Now you know… LOL

 

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Posted on by November 20, 2018

And to all those Vets who have ‘enjoyed’ this, and current military, LEOs, Fire/EMS on duty today. Thank you for your service.

Now there are rules… Here are the rules…

Dear Family,

Thanksgiving is still important to me. If being in my Last Will and Testament is important to you, then you might consider being with me for my favorite holiday. Dinner is at 2:00. Not 2:15. Not 2:05. Two. Arrive late and you get what’s left over.

The Red Table and the Blue Table rules will be enforced. The Blue Table is now located on the back porch this year.

Last year, that moron Marshall fried a turkey in one of those contraptions and practically burned the deck off the house. This year, the only peanut oil used to make the meal will be from the secret scoop of peanut butter I add to the carrot soup.

Jonathan, your last new wife was an idiot. You don’t arrive at someone’s house on Thanksgiving needing to use the oven and the stove. Honest to God, I thought you might have learned after two wives – date them longer and save us all the agony of another divorce.

Now, the house rules are slightly different This year because I have decided that 47% of you don’t know how to take care of nice things. Paper plates and red Solo cups might be bad for the environment, but I’ll be gone soon and that will be your problem to deal with.

House Rules:

1. The University of Texas no longer plays Texas A&M. The television stays off during the meal.

2. The “No cans for kids” rule still exists. We are using 2 liter Bottles because your children still open a third can before finishing the first two. Parents can fill a child’s cup when it is empty. All of the cups have names on them and I’ll be paying close attention to refills.

3. Zoe, remember last year when we were at Bill & Linda’s house I looked the other way when their Jell-O salad showed up. This year, if Jell-O salad comes out it will go right out the back door with the garbage. Linda should save yourself some time, she’s never been a good cook and she shouldn’t serve something that wiggles more than you. She should buy something from the bakery.

4. Grandmothers give grandchildren cookies and candy. That is a fact of life. Your children can eat healthy at your home. At my home, they can eat whatever they like as long as they finish it.

5. I cook with bacon and bacon grease. That’s nothing new. Your being   vegetarian doesn’t change the fact that stuffing without bacon is like egg salad without eggs. Even the green bean casserole has a little bacon grease in it. That’s why it tastes so good. Not eating bacon is just not natural. And as far as being healthy… look at me. I’ve outlived almost everyone I know.  

6. Salad at Thanksgiving is a waste of space.

7. I do not like cell phones. Leave them in the car. 

8. I do not like video cameras. There will be 32 people here. I am sure you can capture lots of memories without the camera pointed at me. 

9. Being parents means you have to actually pay attention to the kids. I have nice things and I don’t put them away just because your little terrorists will be in my house. Mary, watch your kids and I’ll watch my things.

10. Rhonda, a cat that requires a shot twice a day is a cat that has lived way too many lives. I think staying home to care for the cat is your way of letting me know that I have lived too many lives too. I can live with that. Can you? 

11. Words mean things. I say what I mean. Let me repeat: You don’t need to bring anything means you don’t need to bring anything. And if I did tell you to bring something, bring it in the quantity I said. Really, this doesn’t have to be difficult.

12. Domino’s and cards are better than anything that requires a battery or an on/off switch. That was true when you were kids and it’s true now that you have kids. 

13. Showing up for Thanksgiving guarantees presents at Christmas. Not showing up guarantees a card that may or may not be signed.

14. The election is over so stop calling him a Cheeto haired Nazi and I will do the same about the Muslim communist and his pet monkey. If we all stick to that, we’ll have a good time. If not, I’ll still have a good time but it will be at your expense.

In memory of your Grandmother, the back fridge will be filled with beer. Drink until it is gone. I prefer wine anyway. But one from each family needs to be the designated driver. 

I really mean all of the above.

Love You,
Grandpa

Now get yer butts off the computer and go enjoy your Thanksgiving wherever you may be! Happy Thanksgiving!!!