Heads are rolling at DOD…

Well, GEN C.Q. Brown is gone, and looks like ADM Lisa Franchetti is next.

President Donald Trump on Friday night nominated Air Force Lt. Gen. Dan “Razin” Caine to be the next chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. 

“General Caine is an accomplished pilot, national security expert, successful entrepreneur, and a ‘warfighter’ with significant interagency and special operations experience,” Trump wrote in a post on Truth Social announcing the nomination.

Trump said during his first term, the three-star lieutenant general was “instrumental” in the “complete annihilation” of the ISIS caliphate.

Trump said despite Caine “being highly qualified and respected,” he was “passed over for promotion by Sleepy Joe Biden.”

“But not anymore! Alongside Secretary Pete Hegseth, General Caine and our military will restore peace through strength, put America First, and rebuild our military,” Trump wrote. “Finally, I have also directed Secretary Hegseth to solicit nominations for five additional high level positions, which will be announced soon.”

Full article, HERE from Fox News.

There have been a number of questions over the nomination of Brown, but his nomination ‘seemed’ to hinge on his buy in to the DEI philosophy put forward by the Biden administration. He pushed that and the race agenda in his speeches, and the changes he’d made as the Chief of Staff for the Air Force, including curriculum changes at the Air Force Academy.

Franchetti was also a puzzler, as a lot of folks I knew thought Kilby would have been named as the next CNO. We wondered if she was one of Biden’s ‘checks in the block’ of putting a woman in a power position (nothing against her or her career).

Anyhoo, there are definitely changes afoot at DOD, with a new focus and new leadership is one step in that process. The other thing that needs to be done is to weed out those who cling to power or rank as their ‘due’ rather than committing to the revised goals and impetus on the warfighter, rather than the political infighting in DC.

The other thing I’m wondering about is what will happen with the Marine ‘Vision 2030’ plan. The few Marines I talked to hated the idea of losing their tanks and possibly their heavy artillery.

Interesting…

What a little ‘sunshine’ does to problems…

Aurora, Colorado’s top police official announced Wednesday that efforts to cleanup various apartment complexes plagued by Venezuelan gang members of Tren de Aragua (TdA), and bad management pushed the city to help about 85 families or individuals relocate to areas where they could not be revictimized.

Aurora Police Department Chief Todd Chamberlain gave an update on the progress made across the city, including his criminal nuisance closure order that resulted in the shutdown of the Edge at Lowry.

Last month, city Judge Shawn Day ruled that the Edge at Lowry apartment complex must temporarily close due to an “immediate threat to public safety.”

Full article, HERE from Fox News.

Apparently, the media coverage (what a surprise), caused Aurora to actually do something good for a change to protect the migrants that were living in that complex.

Now the question is, how many MORE places are in the same shape that we’ve never heard about?

Bad managers, intimidation , ‘extorting’ money in the form of high rent, and lack of maintenance isn’t really surprising considering how many of those folks were/are living paycheck to paycheck, and eating beans and rice while they tried to stay ahead of the bills.

While the apartments ‘may’ have been better than what they had, I’m pretty sure none of us would have accepted the lack of maintenance or lack of security that appears to have been the norm rather than the exception there.

And now apparently Polis et al are saying the ‘state’ will help. Soooo, it’s no longer something that was untrue and dreamed up by folks.

Gotta love sunlight when it also causes the roaches to scramble… 🙂

Book promo…

First up is Alma TC Boykin with the 10th novel in her Merchants and Empire series- Threads of Empire

As always, click on the cover for the Amazon link!

The blurb-

“Return with coin or not at all!”

Dagnija Modrisdatter brought nothing but bad fortune to her family, or so they believed. When a merchant offered to hire her as spinster and weaver, her father sent her off.

Adrians Eckelbert searched for the master weaver who made ornate belts. He found her on a remote land-tongue, and brought her back to Rhonari.

Dagnija discovers a different world, one filled with possibilities she had never dared to even dream of. But she must learn to navigate the shoals of Rhonari, seat of the trade lords of the Northern Empire. Spinning comes easily to her hand. Speaking for herself and balancing trade law and family duty? Far harder.

Our friend Larry Correia has finished his Saga of the Forgotten Warrior series-  Heart of the Mountain

The blurb-

What happens after the War of the Gods?

The answer lies in the Heart of the Mountain . . .

Ashok Vadal was chosen by a powerful weapon to be its bearer. As a Protector, an elite roving law-enforcer, his path to leader of the Sons of the Black Sword has been anything but straight.

Thera Vane, a child of privilege, has become the reluctant prophet of an illegal and forgotten god—whose prophecies are proving all too correct, if frustratingly unclear about the war between demon and man.

Ashok’s erstwhile sword brother, Lord Protector Devedas, was meant to be a puppet king, but he and his wife, a court scholar, have other plans. And possibly even access to the lore that will let them triumph.

Grand Inquisitor Omand Vokkan is a man of ambition. He’s set in motion all that was necessary to destroy the current order and install Lord Protector Devedas as a tyrant. But Vokkan has a vision beyond control of the continent. He would challenge even the gods . . .

It seems the time of prophecy and the Age of Law is over: it is time the prophecies will be fulfilled.

And last but not least, Raconteur Press has a new anthology Giant Squeeing Robots

The blurb-

Just because they’re cute doesn’t mean they can’t be dangerous. Imagine tamagotchis gone bad, giant robots with the fashion sense and self-control of a toddler. Or maybe these robots just love you and want to scoop you up and hug you and squeeze you and call you George. Have fun! Play! And remember, these robots can go hypersonic.
I can highly recommend all three! It’s too cold to be outside, so grab a book, curl up and read!!!

Homework…

Kevin handed out an assignment as part of his class, 1000 words with the following cue- Looking at Paris in this light.

I wasn’t sure what to do with that cue, and kicked a couple of different ideas around before I came up with what you’ll read below. I know it probably wasn’t what he was expecting, but like I’ve said, my muse is STRANGE, and spends a lot of time in the bar drunk… But I took it as a challenge, and wrote exactly 1000 words!

Looking at Paris in this light, Johnnie could not believe that half the city was destroyed. It was a beautiful sunset, painting the Seine and 6th Arrondissement in mauves and pinks, shading to gold, thanks to the smoke from the burning buildings across the river. He looked to his right, seeing the remains of Notre Dame and smelled the wood along with what smelled like overdone pork. In his mind, he knew what it really was, but refused to admit it.

Grabbing Lisa’s hand he said, “Com’on, sis. We need to get back to Citadines Saint-Germain-des-Prés before it gets dark.”

She looked up at him and whined, “Johnnie, I’m hungry. Can we get some pork chops that aren’t burnt?”

He almost threw up, but replied, “Let’s go check that restaurant we passed earlier. Maybe there is something left in it.” He led her back down Rue Mazarene, and into the little Italian restaurant he’d seen.

Lisa looked around as they walked in, ignoring the bodies on the floor and the smell. How the hell can a seven-year-old ignore the bodies and the smell? He wondered, as Lisa broke away and scrambled up on the counter, picking up a loaf of bread. “I found bread,” she crowed as Johnnie moved carefully into the kitchen. It was getting dark, but there was enough light to make out the fridges, freezers, and cooking line, but he was looking for the pantry. Another door led into it, and he turned on his flashlight, quickly flashed it around, and spotted both salamis and two prosciutto hams.

He took them down, he stuffed them in his backpack, and turned off his flashlight, saving the batteries. “Lisa, come here!” She walked cautiously into the pantry. “Just to your right, there a quarter wheel of cheese, right at your eye level.”

She flicked on her flashlight and giggled. “Oh, cheese!” She slipped her backpack off, pulled the bread out, put the cheese on the bottom, and slid the bread back on top. She pulled her backpack on and grasped his hand. “We go home now?”

“Yes, we are going back to Citadines Saint-Germain-des-Prés.” Leading her back through the restaurant and out into the middle of the street, he turned toward the hotel.

“Maybe mom and dad will be there when we get back,” Lisa said sing-songed softly.

Johnnie shivered at the tone of her voice, since she said the same thing every day since they got out of the catacombs. Johnnie had accepted the fact that they were dead, even if he didn’t know where their bodies were.

He thought back to the previous Saturday, when their dad had said, “Johnnie, you’re fourteen and a boy scout. You need to learn about helping and leading people and I can sign off on your citizenship merit badge work if you take Lisa with you on the catacomb tour. She she saw them on the internet and…it fascinated her. Your mother and I are going to the Louvre, which is not the place for a seven-year-old.”

Johnnie rolled his eyes, but said, “Okay, dad.”

“And don’t get separated.”

“I won’t lose her. I’ll take the tether with me.”

His father nodded, adding, “And make sure she wears it!”

Johnnie asked, “Can mom tell her? She will listen to mom, me, not so much.”

Two hours later, a hotel car dropped Johnnie and Lisa at the entrance to the Catacombs and the driver said, “I will pick you up in three hours at the exit. It is far away from here. Look for this car, please.”

Johnnie nodded. “Yes, sir. I will.” Holding up his cell phone, he said, “I also have the hotel number on my phone.”

The driver said, “Bien,” then drove away.

Lisa pulled on the tether, “Johnnie, let’s go, the tour is about to start! I wanna see this!”

“Okay, okay, I’ve got to pay first. Just hold your horses, brat.” He led her over to the window, paid for two tours, and they joined the tour just as it started. He passed her one of the translators and hung the other one around his neck, as they descended into the Paris underground.

An hour later, Johnnie was getting bored with the constant skulls, descriptions of the various ossuary descriptions, and the lineage of certain families, and Lisa constantly tugging on the tether, when they felt a hard thump through the ground, followed by a rumble, and the lights going out.

He automatically reached out and grabbed Lisa by the arm, hissed, “Stay next to me and be quiet,” as others raised their voices. He also noticed the translator no longer worked and was glad he had a basic understanding of French. The tour guide was trying to calm everyone, and trying to call on the radio, but she wasn’t getting an answer. She finally said, “We will evacuate to the exit. That is the closest point to get to the surface. I am sorry. Please follow me.”

An hour later, they got to the steps to the exit, only to find it blocked by debris. The tour guide kept trying the radio, mumbling to herself as she walked in circles. Johnnie kept Lisa calm until she sat down and finally went to sleep. Hours later, the men pushed him up and he could finally see dim light over the top of the pile of debris that blocked the last steps, and he wiggled through it, as it got dark. Digging out his phone, he was surprised it had no signal. He started pulling debris up, he finally got a big enough hole for the men to squeeze out and Johnnie went back down to lead the women and Lisa out as they moved more debris.

Suddenly, he felt something shaking him, and he looked up in confusion. “Dad?”

“Time to wake up, we’re ready to go on the catacombs tour. You must have been having a bad dream, the way you were flopping around and moaning.”

(C) 2025 JL Curtis All Rights Reserved

FenCon AAR…

Welp, my first con of the year is in the books. First, kudos to Todd and the crew who did an excellent job of getting everything together. There were a few minor issues, but no con is ever perfect.

The Doubletree wasn’t bad, but the lack of food service at lunch was…not fun. We were pretty much forced to go offsite to find something, but it worked for the size of the con. Spaces were adequate, and Todd and the crew had them properly mic’ed so everyone could hear the speakers. The silent auction had not completed before I left, so I’m not sure how well then did, but the dealer’s room looked like it was getting pretty good business.

I took Kevin Ikenberry’s writing class (yes, it had homework), and enjoyed it. Kevin is a good instructor, and most of all is PATIENT with the questions… 🙂

There were various writers doing readings all weekend, so folks got a chance to hear their favorites and maybe got a chance to chat with them.

The con was well organized for those of us on panels, with adequate bio breaks!!! YAY! There were 15 panels on Friday, with a wide selection of subjects. We did Firearms for Writers, with Jack Campbell, RJ. Hanson, Ian McMurtrie, Alex Wakal, and for my sins, me as moderator…

We dispelled a few myths, I hope, talked about the difference between clips and magazines (with examples), and talked about how to research weapons for writing.

Saturday was 40+ panels, heavy on the science aspects, and some…odd panels…

Raconteur Press had a panel in the morning, announcing that John Van Stry would be publishing a new series with them, and Wally Waltner will be doing a new series with them also.

We did the obligatory No S**t There I was panel late Saturday night, and it was well received. Jack Campbell, RJ Henson, Alex Waikel, and I got stuck moderating again… sigh…

There were another 29 panels on Sunday, and we got to kick it off with a panel SpaceX vs The Government. Myself, Bill Frank from NASA Houston, who is a chief training officer, and Ken Ruffin, president of the National Space Society of North Texas (NSS-NT) spent an hour discussing the various iterations of ‘teams’, companies, and one offs that have gotten us to where we are today. And we didn’t get into politics even once!!!

That was followed by a panel Under Pressure: Conquering Oceans Beyond Earth. We had the same panelists, plus William Ledbetter who works in the aerospace industry, in addition to writing hard SF. And yes, I was the moderator again (Are you sensing a trend here like I am?). Lots of technical discussion, some of the ‘how to’ that is on the horizon, and a healthy dose of beats the hell out of me… LOL

Got a chance to see a lot of the usual suspects, and it was great to see them, and no, I’m not trying to name everybody, because I’ll sure as hell miss a bunch. I will say it was a real pleasure to finally meet Jack Campbell and spend a bit of time chatting with him, and spend time with ‘our’ crowd, Ian, Jonna, Cedar, Ted/Laura, Lisa, Peter/Dot, Alex/Liota, Monalisa/Rick, Alyssa, Tully, Julie Frost, Mike, Nic, and Wally/Mechelle.

You can go HERE and get bios on the folks and others from the FenCon site.

I bailed early due to back issues, so I was home before closing ceremonies, but it was a good con, and I did enjoy it in spite of my back.

Off to FenCon…

I’ll be out for a few days at FenCon in Dallas, HERE.

If you’re attending, stop by and say hi! Below are my panels I’m on and where they will be.

Firearms For Writers
Friday  4:00 PM  Ebony  
Reading
Saturday  10:30 AM  Mahogany  
What’s New at Raconteur Press
Saturday  11:00 AM  Cypress  
No Sh*t – There I Was
Saturday  10:00 PM  Grand North and Central  
SpaceX vs The Government
Sunday  10:00 AM  Grand North and Central  
Under Pressure: Conquering Oceans Beyond Earth
Sunday  11:00 AM  Grand North and Central  

So, blogging and commenting will be light, should be back to regular blogging on Monday!

Plain language…

For the win!!!

h/t to TB for this from https://x.com/Devon_Eriksen_/status/1887257546211115429

Here’s what @elonmusk is doing with DOGE, and why he’s doing it that way.

First of all, he’s fully aware that, for the past 20 years or so, a gang of thieves has replaced the US federal government, and is wearing it as a skinsuit.

But I don’t think he wants to belabor that point out loud, because a lot of people haven’t realized this yet, and it’ll sound like a loony conspiracy theory until they do.

So he decided to show them.

That’s what targeting USAID is about.

When you have to eat an elephant, the way to do it is “one bite at a time”, but there are some very specific reasons why he selected USAID as the first bite.

USAID, you see, is a slush fund.

Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space…

When the US federal government was a real elected government…

The houses of congress had the power of the purse. They set the federal budget.

The problem with this, from the standpoint of a thief, is @RepThomasMassie. Or someone like him. There’s one or two in every congress.

If you want to put some kickback or patronage or theft in the congressionally-approved federal budget as a line item, then he’s going to find it, as he and his staff comb through that bill.

And he’s going to get up in front of congress and the press and tell everyone about it. And then the opposition party, whichever that happens to be, is going to pile on, because they smell blood in the water, and its going to get cancelled and you’re going to be embarrassed.

You need a way to hide your expenditure of federal tax dollars.

So how do you hide a rock? In a gravel pit. How do you hide a man? In a crowd.

And how do hide a fraudulent expenditure?

In a general fund.

So here’s what you do. With the help of friendly presidential administrations, you create a bunch of agencies with names like the Federal Bureau of Saving Cute Puppies With Waggy Tails.

These are nominally part of the executive branch, handling detail work, but they are staffed by hired (and therefore not elected) bureaucrats, and they are funded in lump sums by a single line item in that budget.

Now, you don’t have a whole bunch of “$50K for a transgender opera troupe in Bangladesh” items.

You have one item, which is “$50 Billion for the Federal Bureau of Saving Cute Puppies With Waggy Tails”.

And if Thomas Massie starts asking questions, you act shocked and outraged, and demand to know why he wants cute puppies to die.

So what is all this money actually for?

Well, it’s for stealing. You give it to companies owned by you, to do silly things. You give it to companies owned by your friends, to do silly things. You give it to publishing companies, to do silly things, and then later, when you leave office, they give you a $65 million book deal for an autobiography no one’s gonna read. You give it to Wall Street firms, to do silly things, and then they regularly pay you a quarter of a million dollars to come give a twenty minute speech. You give it to literally anyone, to do silly things, and then they make a donation to your private charitable foundation. Or they put your cousin on the board of directors, for half a million dollars a year to do two hours of work a month.

See the common theme?

Doing silly things.

Because it doesn’t really matter what the tax dollars are paying for… it matters who the tax dollars are being paid to. It’s obscure, it’s circuitous, but at the end of the fiscal year, it all makes its way into someone’s pocket.

And everyone who’s part of the network gets a taste.

Now, these bureaucratic agencies are nominally under the control of the President, but in reality, they start to have a power base of their own.

This is because their money comes from Congress, so it’s not easy to turn off the tap, and the head of each agency has to be approved by the Senate, so it’s not easy to dig into each agency and fire the careerists aiding the corruption.

Couple that with Congress delegating regulatory powers to agencies, and courts deferring to their judgements, and now you have a fourth branch of the federal government, with the powers of all three, whose whole job to loot the treasury.

That’s why all these “public servants” on modest salaries are retiring as multi-millionaires with three vacation homes, a huge stock portfolio, and a private jet. Because all that baksheesh is being spread around to everyone whose cooperation is required to make the scheme continue to run.

So what happens when you elect a billionaire real estate developer, who doesn’t need to loot the treasury, and would rather have a boom economy to do real estate development in?

He wants to take the steal machine apart.

And what happens when he appoints the richest man in the history of the known universe, the single least bribeable man on the planet, to audit all the federal departments and stop the theft?

Well, Musk knows he’s going to face fierce opposition. So he needs to get unstoppable political momentum and public support behind him, fast.

So he had to hit the ground running, before the Federal Bureau of Saving Cute Puppies With Waggy Tails could rally its behind-the-scenes power to get in his way.

Go to the center of power, follow the money, cut off the money. Work around the clock.

But he also knew that DOGE would be talked about, intensely, in its first few days and weeks, and these would set the tone for the rest of the 4 year term.

If it gained public support fast, any sort of defense or the status quo would be seen as evidence of corruption.

So he had to gain goodwill fast, and discredit the opposition. Coming off the election momentum of a hugely popular incoming president is great, but it’s not enough to carry support for a full four-year audit of the entire federal budget. He needed a target that would generate goodwill right away.

Some federal departments, like the IRS, and the ATF, are very unpopular….

… but there’s a better choice.

USAID.

Why?

Because USAID is a special, maximally unaccountable, small-projects slush fund.

He knew that when his team wrenched the lid off it, all they had to do was publicize what they found… and force democrats to defend it.

The sheer ridiculousness of some of these small projects would frame the public discussion exactly as it needed to be framed.

Now the debate has become, not a difference of opinion on how much oversight agency spending should undergo, or whether Musk was the one to do so, but a difference of opinion on whether taxpayers should foot the bill for a $1.5 million effort aimed at “empowering women to adapt to climate change in northern Kenya.”

Try defending that.

Just try.

But they have to.

Why?

Because this isn’t just about turning the money faucet off. It’s about people going to jail.

These people fussing about how Elon Musk has access to your social security number through OPM — as if OPM hadn’t leaked these same numbers to criminals years ago — they aren’t trying to defend the slush fund.

The slush fund is gone. They know that. They are trying to generate enough counter momentum to avoid going to federal prison.

(Now think about what that deal with @nayibbukele was really about, and who was intended to see that. )

But here’s the thing. It’s too early for DOGE to talk about indictments.

Oh, the evidence is being gathered. Behind closed doors, names are going on lists.

But the verbal public support needs to be there. Because we are looking at possibly a huge number of arrests. Not just high-ranking careerists and appointed officials, but elected Reps and Senators.

Unless this idea is overwhelmingly popular, it would look like a power grab, and no one would pay attention for long enough to realize, hey, these people really are guilty.

That part needs to come from us. Every time someone in office, or a federal job, defends this stuff, or calls DOGE a coup… we need to call for investigations.

Suggest they are involved. (Because they probably are.)

Recommend they find a nice tropical island with no extradition treaty. (And pray they do, because when the first one breaks and runs, it’s really over.)

Target them. Personally. Make them so busy defending themselves that they have no energy left to defend the steal machine.

Meme them until they cry. Then make memes about them crying.

And be sure to remind everyone that politico had no revenue. It was just a propaganda puppet run with stolen money.

Your stolen money.

IMHO, he nails it with these words. I’m putting this here for later reference!!!

Southerners…

A little humor to start the week.

FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW THE RULES

Southerners know their summer weather report: Humidity, Humidity, Humidity

Southerners know their vacation spots: The beach The rivuh, The crick

Southerners know everybody’s first name: Honey, Darlin’,  Shugah

Southerners know the movies that speak to their hearts: Fried Green Tomatoes, Driving Miss Daisy Steel Magnolias, Gone With The Wind

Southerners know their religions: Bapdiss, Methdiss, and Football

Southerners know their cities dripping with Southern charm: Chawl’stn S’vanah Foat Wuth N’awlins Addlanna

Southerners know their elegant gentlemen: Men in uniform. Men in tuxedos. Rhett Butler

Southern girls know their prime real estate: The Mall. The Country Club. The Beauty Salon

Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins: Having bad hair and nails. Having bad manners. Cooking bad food.

Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don’t “HAVE” them,you “PITCH” them.

Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens,turnip greens, peas, beans, etc.,make up “a mess.”

Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of “yonder.”

Only a Southerner knows exactly how long “directly” is, as in:

“Going to town, be back directly.”

Even Southern babies know that “Gimme some sugar” is not a request for the white, granular, sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.

All Southerners know exactly when “by and by” is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.

Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who’s got  trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor’s trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin’!

Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between “right near” and “a right far piece.” They also know that” just down the road” can be 1 mile or 20.

Only a Southerner both knows and understands the difference between a redneck, a good ol’ boy, and po’ white trash.

A Southerner knows that “fixin” can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.

Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines,… and when we’re “in line,” … we talk to everybody!

Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they’re related, even if only by marriage.

In the South, y’all is singular, and all y’all is plural.

Every Southerner knows that tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; that scrambled eggs just ain’t right without Tabasco, and fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.

When you hear someone say, “Well, I caught myself lookin’,” you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!

Only true Southerners say “sweet tea” and “sweet milk.”

Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it — we do not like our tea unsweetened. “Sweet milk” means you don’t want buttermilk.

And a true Southerner knows you don’t scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway.

You just say, “Bless her sweet little heart”… and go your own way.

To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southernness:

Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning.

Bless your little heart!

And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff…

bless your hearts, I hear they’re fixin’ to have classes on Southernness as a second language!

Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fah-evah!

There ain’t no magazine named “Northern Living” for good reason. There ain’t nobody interested in livin’ up north and nobody would buy the magazine!

Now Shugah, send this to someone who was raised in the South or wish they hada been!

If you’re a Northern transplant, bless your little heart, fake it. We know you got here as fast as you could.

Husar’s Axioms…

If one cannot say anything good, then don’t… So you get more axioms…

  1. Golden Rule of Menus. If you can’t pronounce it, you can’t afford it.
  2. Thank God it’s Friday – only two more working days this week.
  3. When it is necessary to choose between ignorance and stupidity, choose ignorance, it’s curable.
  4. The best way to make a fire with two sticks is to make sure one of them is a match.
  5. 3 Rules of Ruination. There a 3 ways to be ruined in this world: first is by sex, second is by gambling and the third is by engineers.  Sex is the most fun, gambling is the most exciting, and engineers are the surest.
  6. Husar’s Do-It-Yourself Code. (1) Any tool left on top of a ladder will fall off and hit you in the head. (2) Any rope left dragging from any object will catch on something. (3) For the successful completion of any task requiring tools, it is necessary to bleed at least once.
  7. Only the lead dog sees changes in the scenery; everyone else sees an asshole.
  8. It is easier to do it the hard way.
  9. If you can’t do anything about it, don’t
  10. Love is blind but desire just doesn’t give a good goddamn.
  11. Things are never as bad as they turn out to be.
  12. You can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you’d better have a big willy or huge boobs.
  13. You shouldn’t compare yourself to others – they are more screwed up than you think.
  14. Golf is a way of spoiling a good walk.
  15. You can talk to a fade but a hook won’t listen.
  16. Golf architects can’t play golf and they make damn sure no one else can.
  17. Bad decisions make great stories.
  18. Nothing sucks worse than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
  19. All I ask is a chance to prove that money can’t make me happy.
  20. If the world were a logical place, men would be the one who ride side saddle.
  21. Teach a child to be polite and courteous and, when he grows up, he’ll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
  22. My weight is perfect for my height – which varies.
  23. I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure.
  24. The high cost of living hasn’t affected its popularity.
  25. Is it me – or do buffalo wings really taste like chicken?
  26. Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco
  27. If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.
  28. Never miss a good chance to shut up
  29. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
  30. Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today it’s called golf.
  31. Many people are alive only because it’s illegal to shoot them.
  32. Money cannot buy happiness but it’s more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes than on a bicycle.
  33. You only need two tools in life: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn’t move and should, use WD-40. If it shouldn’t move and it does, use duct tape.
  34. If you can’t fix it with a hammer, you have an electrical problem.
  35. Some people are like slinkies – not really good for anything but they bring a smile to you’re face when they’re pushed down the stairs.
  36. Rust never sleeps.
  37. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can’t change, the courage to change the things I can change and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill because they pissed me off.
  38. There’s only one endeavor in which you can start at the top, and that’s digging a hole.
  39. Forgive your enemy but remember the bastard’s name.
  40. Help someone when they are in trouble and they will remember you
    when they’re in trouble again.
  41. Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, merely surrounded by assholes.
  42. Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
  43. Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live
  44. When everything’s coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane
  45. The second mouse gets the cheese.
  46. Since it’s the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late
  47. Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then
    you won’t have a leg to stand on.
  48. Never buy a car you can’t push
  49. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
  50. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was
    probably worth it.

Sigh…

Apparently the media just doesn’t get it…

They think we’re not checking what they are saying/showing…

From Wisconsin- Apparently the public radio channel up there said ‘thousands’ were protesting at the Capital. The Milwaukee Paper said ‘four hundred’. But somebody took a picture…

Now I don’t know about y’all, but that doesn’t look like ‘thousands’ or ‘four hundred’…

Kinda reminds me of the infamous protests at various NRA conventions. ‘Hundreds of protestors lined the streets’ was maybe 50, and the pictures were VERY tight shots that looked like a crowd, but not hundreds. In Houston it was maybe a dozen…

And this one tripped the giggle box…

And you can add LEOs, Fire/Rescue, Doctors and Nurses…

For us, it was/is a coping mechanism for what we saw/dealt with…

Have a great weekend and enjoy the Stupor Bowl (or at least the commercials (or you can watch them HERE, from Outkick)!