Weather…

Living on the dry line is just ‘such’ fun sometimes…

It’s the dotted red line cutting through Kansas, Oklahoma and north Texas. And pretty much right over our houses!

Dry Line, also known as a Marfa line (After Marfa, Texas, which is the ‘southern’ end of the line) is a boundary separating moist and dry air masses, and an important factor in severe weather frequency in the Great Plains. It typically lies north-south across the central and southern high Plains states during the spring and early summer, where it separates moist air from the Gulf of Mexico (to the east) and dry desert air from the southwestern states (to the west). The dry line typically advances eastward during the afternoon and retreats westward at night. However, a strong storm system can sweep the dry line eastward into the Mississippi Valley, or even further east, regardless of the time of day. A typical dry line passage results in a sharp drop in humidity (hence the name), clearing skies, and a wind shift from south or southeasterly to west or southwesterly. (Blowing dust and rising temperatures also may follow, especially if the dry line passes during the daytime. These changes occur in reverse order when the dry line retreats westward. Severe and sometimes tornadic thunderstorms often develop along a dry line or in the moist air just to the east of it, especially when it begins moving eastward.

It pretty much goes right over us in North Texas, and yesterday was a perfect example…

Hot and sunny until about 1540, then ‘pop up’ clouds started forming, pretty much on a north/south line. And it started cooling off, quickly!

94 down to 72 in less than an hour.

And then it sat on top of us for almost two hours, building and building and dumping rain. Right at 1 1/2 inches 1600 to 1730. Add lightning, and winds gusting to probably 40 kts, and it got a little interesting…

But, as far as I know, nothing ‘major’ developed out of this particular one…

Rednecks…

Got this one from a couple of different sources, including Houston, Florida, and South Louisiana today…

Author unknown, but pretty much on the money…

Hundreds and hundreds of small boats pulled by countless pickups and SUVs from across the South are headed for Houston or Florida. Almost all of them driven by men. They’re using their own property, sacrificing their own time, spending their own money, and risking their own lives for one reason: to help total strangers in desperate need.

Most of them are by themselves. Most are dressed like the redneck duck hunters and bass fisherman they are. Many are veterans. Most are wearing well-used gimme-hats, t-shirts, and jeans; and there’s a preponderance of camo. Most are probably gun owners, and most probably voted for Trump.

These are the people the Left loves to hate, the ones Maddow mocks. The ones Maher and Olbermann just *know* they’re so much better than. These are The Quiet Ones. They don’t wear masks and tear down statues. They don’t, as a rule, march and demonstrate.

But they’ll spend the next several days wading in cold, dirty water; dodging gators and water moccasins and fire ants; eating whatever meager rations are available; and sleeping wherever they can in dirty, damp clothes. Their reward is the tears and the hugs and the smiles from the terrified people they help. They’ll deliver one boatload, and then go back for more.

When disaster strikes, it’s what men do. Real men. Heroic men. American men. White men, Black men, Asian men, Hispanic men. And then they’ll knock back a few shots, or a few beers with like-minded men they’ve never met before, and talk about fish, or ten-point bucks, or the benefits of hollow-point ammo, or their F-150.

And the next time they hear someone talk about “the patriarchy”, or “male privilege”, they’ll snort, turn off the TV, if they have one, and go to bed.

In the meantime, they’ll likely be up again before dawn. To do it again. Until the helpless are rescued. And the work’s done.

They’re unlikely to be reimbursed. There won’t be medals. They won’t care. They’re the unsung heroes. And it’s what heroes do, get the job done and move on to the next job, or go home and resume their daily lives.

This is what built America… And NOT what the left wants to hear, or admit… Where are the volunteers from Antifa? Where are their donations to the relief efforts?

Crickets…

Back in Battery…

Country drives…

You find some interesting things…

Like wild marshmallows that need harvesting!

Seriously, I can’t remember seeing this much hay stacked in the fields in a long time! Hay’s going to be cheep this year!

One wag, either bored or tired of waiting for TXDOT, cut the ‘hay’ on the right of way for about 1/4 mile, on 82 between Sherman and Bonham, and got EIGHT rolls of hay!

The other interesting thing is to see an old airliner basically sitting in the middle of nowhere…

It’s an old Martin 404, sitting at a duster strip outside Paris, Texas… It seems totally out of place, as there doesn’t even look like there is an airport there…

However, there IS more to the story…

The former home of the Flying Tiger Airport, Junior Burchinal’s passion, and home of a number of WWII warbirds, in addition to his duster strip. I can remember in the 1960s seeing a variety of ‘strange’ airplanes when we drove by there… You can read more about it, HERE.

Nothing like that could happen today… sigh…

Still busy…

Go read the folks on the sidebar, I should be back in battery tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and always check those grocery bags before you throw them out…

On the road…

Doing some stuff, and had to drive across North Texas heading east. Quite an amazing change from 4 years ago, when I made the same drive. Back then, it was dead grass, empty stock ponds, and no stock to be seen.

Yesterday, it was quite different!  The grass was still green (this time of the year it should be sere, brown and crunchy), the stock ponds were brim full, and therer were some FAT cows chowing down in the green fields…

That one white face is ROUND!!! Wow…

I’m helping friends today and tomorrow, so there will be light commenting and posting. Go read the folks on the sidebar!

A book, and a short story!!!

Ben English is a native of the Big Bend area, now retired and he’s written one helluva book about growing up in the region, and follows through to the present day. It’s coming out from TCU Press, the end of October. TCU Press still hasn’t decided on whether or not there will be a Kindle edition.

Click the cover to pre-order!

The blurb-

It was a time before Terlingua Ranch and chili cook-offs, and when you could drive a hundred miles without seeing another vehicle or another person.  The year was 1961, and the tides of humanity which ebbed and flowed into the lower reaches of the Big Bend were at their historical nadir.  It was a vast, empty land spotted by isolated ranch headquarters, a national park with few visitors, and the many ruins of a past shrouded in legend, lore, and improbable truths. There was no television, no daytime radio, few telephones, and very few people. 
 
Ben H. English came to the Big Bend at the age of two, the fifth of six generations of his family to call this enigmatic region home.  With his family headquartered at the old Lajitas Trading Post, he worked and lived on ranches and places now little more than forgotten dots on yellowing maps. He attended the one-room schoolhouse at Terlingua, prowled the banks of the Rio Grande, and crisscrossed the surrounding areas time and again on horseback and by foot.
 
Some fifty years later he writes about those many decades ago, as well as the history and legends of this singular land he knows so well.  Ben separates fact from fiction and brings the reader into a world that few these days can ever imagine, much less experience.  He also writes about the lower Big Bend as it is found now, and what one can still rediscover just over the next rise.  

And Tom Rogneby has a new short story up!!!

Click the cover to get it!

The blurb-

Martin Shelby, called the BoogeyMan by friend and foe, returns in “Working Vacation”, the BoogeyMan just wants to relax on the beach with his wife, but his plans change when an old friend tracks him down to call in a debt. Shelby races against the clock to find a missing client before the full weight of the world falls in on his quiet vacation.

Both great reads, one a history of SW Texas, as seen through the eyes of a 5th generation family, the other a short by a friend who is having fun with a new character!

Highly recommended!

TBT…

I saw a VERY unusual old car heading toward Amarillo yesterday afternoon, and decided to do a TBT on them…

It wasn’t this car, I pulled this from the net, the one I saw was bluish green. I’m pretty sure it was a 1940 Packard 180 Victoria convertible. The reason I don’t think it was a 1941, was it didn’t have the chrome ‘strips’ on the lower part of the fenders.

But it was majestically cruising at about 70, older fellow driving, and he smiled when I waved at him and his wife!

Extremely expensive, compared to a 110 or 120 Packard, it was one helluva big car!

And it had a lot of safety innovations, not by modern standards, but by the standards of the day. These cars were some of the first to roll off Packard’s new production line!

And this was still back in the day when things like a ‘fancy’ heater were an option… Much less a radio!

I know I should have snapped a picture, but I was too busy goggling at the car… Sorry!

Posted in TBT

Worth the read…

Article by: Daniel Greenfield, a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the Freedom Center

 Forget the Syrian Civil War for a moment. Even without the Sunnis and Shiites competing to give each other machete haircuts every sunny morning, there would still be a permanent Muslim refugee crisis.

 The vast majority of civil wars over the last ten years have taken place in Muslim countries. Muslim countries are also some of the poorest in the world. And Muslim countries also have high birth rates.

Combine violence and poverty with a population boom and you get a permanent migration crisis.

 NO matter what happens in Syria or Libya next year, that permanent migration crisis isn’t going away.
The Muslim world is expanding unsustainably. In the Middle East and Asia, Muslims tend to underperform their non-Muslim neighbors both educationally and economically. Oil is the only asset that gave Muslims any advantage and in the age of fracking, its value is a lot shakier than it used to be.

The Muslim world had lost its old role as the intermediary between Asia and the West. And it has no economic function in the new world except to blackmail it by spreading violence and instability.

 Muslim countries with lower literacy rates, especially for women, are never going to be economic winners at any trade that doesn’t come gushing out of the ground. Nor will unstable dictatorships ever be able to provide social mobility or access to the good life. At best they’ll hand out subsidies for bread.

The Muslim world has no prospects for getting any better. The Arab Spring was a Western delusion. 

Growing populations divided along tribal and religious lines are competing for a limited amount of land, power and wealth. Countries without a future are set to double in size.

There are only two solutions; war or migration.

 Either you fight and take what you want at home. Or you go abroad and take what you want there.

Let’s assume that the Iraq War had never happened. How would a religiously and ethnically divided Iraq have managed its growth from 13 million in the eighties to 30 million around the Iraq War to 76 million in 2050?

 The answer is a bloody civil war followed by genocide, ethnic cleansing and migration.

What’s happening now would have happened anyway. It was already happening under Saddam Hussein.

Baghdad has one of the highest population densities in the world. And it has no future. The same is true across the region. The only real economic plan anyone here has is to get money from the West.

 Plan A for getting money out of the West is creating a crisis that will force it to intervene. That can mean anything from starting a war to aiding terrorists that threaten the West. Muslim countries keep shooting themselves in the foot so that Westerners will rush over to kiss the booboo and make it better.

Plan B is to move to Europe.

 What’s This?
And Plan B is a great plan. It’s the only real economic plan that works. At least until the West runs out of native and naïve Westerners who foot the bill for all the migrants, refugees and outright settlers.

For thousands of dollars, a Middle Eastern Muslim can pay to be smuggled into Europe. It’s a small investment with a big payoff. Even the lowest tier welfare benefits in Sweden are higher than the average salary in a typical Muslim migrant nation. And Muslim migrants are extremely attuned to the payoffs. It’s why they clamor to go to Germany or Sweden, not Greece or Slovakia. And it’s why they insist on big cities with an existing Muslim social welfare infrastructure, not some rural village.

A Muslim migrant is an investment for an entire extended family. Once the young men get their papers, family reunification begins. That doesn’t just mean every extended family member showing up and demanding their benefits. It also means that the family members will be selling access to Europe to anyone who can afford it. Don’t hike or raft your way to Europe. Mohammed or Ahmed will claim that you’re a family member. Or temporarily marry you so you can bring your whole extended family along.

Mohammed gets paid. So does Mo’s extended family which brokers these transactions. Human trafficking doesn’t just involve rafts. It’s about having the right family connections.

And all that is just the tip of a very big business iceberg.

Where do Muslim migrants come up with a smuggling fee that amounts to several years of salary for an average worker? Some come from wealthy families. Others are sponsored by crime networks and family groups that are out to move everything from drugs to weapons to large numbers of people into Europe.

Large loans will be repaid as the new migrants begin sending their new welfare benefits back home. Many will be officially unemployed even while unofficially making money through everything from slave labor to organized crime. European authorities will blame their failure to participate in the job market on racism rather than acknowledging that they exist within the confines of an alternate economy.

 It’s not only individuals or families who can pursue Plan B. Turkey wants to join the European Union. It’s one solution for an Islamist populist economy built on piles of debt. The EU has a choice between dealing with the stream of migrants from Turkey moving to Europe. Or all of Turkey moving into Europe. 

The West didn’t create this problem. Its interventions, however misguided, attempted to manage it.

Islamic violence is not a response to Western colonialism. Not only does it predate it, but as many foreign policy experts are so fond of pointing out, its greatest number of casualties are Muslims. The West did not create Muslim dysfunction. And it is not responsible for it. Instead the dysfunction of the Muslim world keeps dragging the West in. Every Western attempt to ameliorate it, from humanitarian aid to peacekeeping operations, only opens up the West to take the blame for Islamic dysfunction.

 The permanent refugee crisis is a structural problem caused by the conditions of the Muslim world.

The West can’t solve the crisis at its source. Only Muslims can do that. And there are no easy answers. But the West can and should avoid being dragged down into the black hole of Muslim dysfunction.

 Even Germany’s Merkel learned that the number of refugees is not a finite quantity that can be relieved with a charitable gesture. It’s the same escalating number of people that will show up if you start throwing bags of money out of an open window. And it’s a number that no country can absorb.

Muslim civil wars will continue even if the West never intervenes in them because their part of the world is fundamentally unstable. These conflicts will lead to the displacement of millions of people. But even without violence, economic opportunism alone will drive millions to the West. And those millions carry with them the dysfunction of their culture that will make them a burden and a threat.

If Muslims can’t reconcile their conflicts at home, what makes us think that they will reconcile them in Europe? Instead of resolving their problems through migration, they only export them to new shores The same outbursts of Islamic violence, xenophobia, economic malaise and unsustainable growth follow them across seas and oceans, across continents and countries. Distance is no answer. Travel is no cure.

 Solving Syria will solve nothing. The Muslim world is full of fault lines. It’s growing and it’s running out of room to grow. We can’t save Muslims from themselves. We can only save ourselves from their violence.

The permanent Muslim refugee crisis will never stop being our crisis unless we close the door.

This… Is what we are really facing… It’s time to wake up to the reality that is behind the ‘refugees’ if you will.

New book!!!

Alma’s got a new book out! Written more for a YA audience, it’s still a fun read, for her world creation!

Click the cover to order!

The blurb-

Adventure! Exploration! Martinus the m-dog! Lost cities and conspiracies! Strange creatures! And homework.

Shikhari, the most-distant human colony world, home to the Staré and Auriga “Rigi” Bernardi. While on school holiday, Rigi and her cousin Tomás Prananda discover a ruined city hidden in the forest. Their find strikes a spark that threatens to upend everything humans think they know about Shikhari’s past, and about the native Staré.

Meanwhile, back in school, Rigi’s determination to do well collides with the nastiest bully on the planet, Benin Shang Petrason. His father has the faculty and administrators under his thumb, allowing Benin to run rampant. If that wasn’t enough, Rigi’s big sister has discovered boys. If it weren’t for Martinus, Rigi’s new m-dog, Tomás, and their eccentric Uncle Ebenezer, Rigi wouldn’t know what to do.

But someone believes that Rigi and Tomás’s find is too dangerous to report. And that someone threatens the children, their families, and their uncle. That someone has just met their match.

As I said, she does a great job with the world building, the character development, and the advanced technology all make sense. Pointed more to the YA crowd, it’s got a strong female protagonist, and an interesting set of supporting characters, including an autonomous dog!

Never Forget…

0937, September 11,  2001…

This picture, to me, epitomizes the Pentagon’s response…

184 lives were lost that day.

The benches face in opposite directions for a reason. If they face west, the bench memorializes those who were on AA Flt 77, if they face the East (Pentagon), that was where they were.

Three friends died that day. CAPT Larry Getzfred, Jack Punches, AW1 Joe Pycior. May they rest in peace, knowing we are continuing to fight the terrorists, and have not knuckled under to them.