A few pics say it all.
A few pics say it all.
Like many SENIOR Americans, I find online grocery shopping to be an unmitigated blessing. Today, I ordered my sustenance from the local Wal Mart and arrived at 11AM to pick my order up.
And older gentleman brings my order out and he is very interested in my car. He was surprised at the room available in the trunk (I should insert here that I drive a sixth generation Camaro, which is justifiably known for being parsimonious on interior space) and stated that he wanted to get one now that he was retired. He was very interested in my specific model, which is the SS with the big engine and the six speed manual transmission (manual transmissions are a BIG selling point for us grandfathers, we are amongst the last generation of drivers who had to know how to drive a manual, anyone younger than a 40 something likely has no idea how to make that car move an inch – which is just fine with us).
He said his biggest concern with getting one was the ability to get in and out of the car (and here, I quote him directly) “but when I saw you get out of it…” and then he trailed off, so I finished his sentence for him by saying if a fat bastard like me can get in and out, he will have no trouble at all. Then we shared the laugh of the old people, bid one another farewell and we went in our respective directions.
I must admit, I am pleased to be a role model to old fat guys in this great land of ours. I hope he gets his dream car, as I believe they will only be made for a couple of more years.
So I have a couple of credit cards. I use online banking to pay them off every month (a word to the wise kids: KEEP THAT BALANCE AT ZERO!).
A couple of weeks ago I got an email from Bank XYZ stating that they were “changing the way we do things” and instead of answering a security question or three (which, by the way, they reset annually) you would now be texted a code number to your mobile device to be able to conduct your online business. As a side note, I really do wonder what the fuck people who do not have a “mobile device” are supposed to do. Are they simply the new untouchables, denied the ability to pay a credit card balance because they choose not to own a fucking cell phone? This strikes me as fertile ground for an ADA or senior citizen class action suit.
So this morning, I get up at 5:30 and see a reminder that today is the day I have set to pay off the card balance at Bank XYZ. I log in with my user name and incredibly convoluted password and am confronted with a screen that says they will send a confirmation code to a phone number that has not been mine for years (I mean YEARS). There is no way around this confirmation code devil. I cannot even access customer service until I log in and… CONFIRM MY IDENITY using a phone number that is in the hands of some poor innocent who is (if there is any justice in this world) being deluged with notices of failed log in attempts.
No human can be accessed until 7AM to discuss this issue with, so I now have an hour and some odd number of minutes to attempt to distract myself from what is now the very center of my existence.
At 7AM sharp I call the “contact us if you are having trouble logging in” number and explain my issue. I am in luck. I only have to explain the problem to the first person I talk to twice. I am then transferred to the IDENTITY CONFIRMATION CENTER (now is that Orwellian sounding as hell or what?) where I am informed I will be asked five (5) questions about my past. Without going into detail, I did answer all 5 correctly – but I was left wondering JUST HOW THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW ALL THIS SHIT ABOUT ME? Some of the questions I answered concerned actions/details that went back decades – long before I was a customer at this bank and, in my opinion, were none of their business. Mind you, all this is simply to correct a phone number in their database that they failed to erase or overwrite when they went to their new system of texting you a code to your mobile device. In point of fact, when I was transferred back to the first person whom I had spoken with, she confirmed that my current number was the one she had listed (and no, I did not press her on that, among the many jobs I had at IBM, one of them was database analyst, and I am all too familiar with data that embeds into a database that, much like Melville’s Great White Whale, surfaces from time to time simply to send your Pequod to Davey Jones’ locker).
In any event, a code was sent to my cell phone, which I was required to read to the call taker, who then approved adding my current number to the call list (and yes, the old number is still there, in the list of numbers, much like a sinister spider waiting to pounce upon and consume my present number). Selecting the correct number then led to another code being sent to my phone, which I typed into the now tiresome log-in page and miracle of miracles, I was now “in” my account and free to PAY THE BANK THE BALANCE ON THE CARD. Yep, all this bullshit so I can give them money. This is not the 21st century I was looking forward to, and I have no doubt the democrats are responsible for this – although I am probably giving them too much credit as I doubt they are smart enough to figure out something as convoluted and devious as what I went through to pay a bill.
Have a good morning. I doubt mine will get any worse at this point. Maybe.
This defies the LAWS OF NATURE AND THE LAWS OF MAN!
Behold, the miracle of the shipment that violates all known precepts of space and time!
How is this even possible?
I order a monitor from NEWEGG, and it “ships” from Edison, New Jersey on Dec 30, and then is “In Transit” from Baldwin Fucking Park, California 17 hours later (assuming they standardize time zones). This simply cannot be.
I spoke these words on my Christmas Show, and I put them in print for all to see:
2021 is going to be worse than 2020.
I have always been somewhat reclusive by nature, preferring to avoid crowds or other gatherings that require me to pretend that I am happy to be there.
Therefore, I am somewhat befuddled that I am upset that I am unable to visit a couple of uncles this holiday season. I want to have some of Aunt Diane’s chocolate pie and then drive up to Virginia, sit on my Uncle Paul’s porch and watch the sun go down while slowly nursing a glass of Seagrams, listening to Paul expound on how good life has been to him. Those options are simply out of the picture this year, and Paul in particular is not getting any younger.
All these years, I thought I was the Grinch Incarnate, and now I come to find out that I am just an old mushy sentimentalist. If only Dr Suess were still alive to write that story.
I am left to wonder if I will ever see these people again. My Uncle David (Diane’s husband) is extremely protective of her, as she has had respiratory issues virtually her entire life. None of us doubt that a brush the Chinese Communist War Virus of 2019 would do her in very quickly. David won’t let his own kids in the house, all visits are held outdoors on a spacious porch, masks are non-optional. I do not disagree with his course of action.
Uncle Paul is now in the back half of his 80s and has gone into Atrial fibrillation more than once since Thanksgiving. Paul has a better support system than most of us: his oldest daughter is a hard-nosed, no-nonsense retired ER nurse (God, I love her dearly), his youngest daughter is a practicing MD. They are watching their dad and neither is shy about getting involved with his immediate care if they even get a hint of a feeling of a notion that something isn’t right. His current situation places him pretty much off limits to spending some time on that porch.
I want, badly, to spend a bit of time with all of them, and it won’t happen soon, and it’s a toss up if it will ever happen. I count these vaccines that magically appeared overnight as too good to be true, and when something is too good to be true…
Anyway, Christmas 2020 sucks.
First, a quote from the settings page of an ivlog.tv channel:
“Stream Keys are available if you purchase a Pro Account. Please note, even if your Pro Account expires you will still be able to use your stream key.”
So I loaded up my streamkey and RTMP server information into OBS (I keep stream keys and server info in a text file because who the hell can remember all that shit? Not me.) and abso-fucking-loutely nothing happened. Apparently that bit about “even if your pro account expires” bullshit is exactly that, bullshit.
I can’t say that I am exactly shocked by this. In point of fact, I would have to say my expectations have been met. In all aspects of the operation of his site, he will never miss an opportunity to lie, cheat or steal. Good job, Cram! Consistency is the key to greatness, and you are, without a scintilla of doubt, one of the greatest assholes on the internet. I salute your ability to compete with Gout Boy and his Allergic-to-Everything Mother when it comes to being an asshat of the purest ray serene.
If true… then welcome to 2005, Cram. You have literally waited until the very last second to make your fucked up tiny little shithole site HTML5 compliant.
What I am thankful for:
Fucking 2020 is ALMOST over.
So, this tale begins with a merger between two telecom companies and something called voLTE (which stands for “voice over Long Term Evolution”, if you can dig that).
My cell phone carrier was the company that gotten eaten by the merger (by default, every business merger has a winner and a loser) and the company that won the merger uses this voLTE shit. The winning company published a list of the losing company’s phones that would work with voLTE, AND OF COURSE… mine was not on the list. Time to get a new phone, goddammit. I hate cell phones in general, and I truly despise new cell phones in particular.
Living in the middle of nowhere, I decided to drive to a nearby metropolis and purchase a new phone in person and have the salespeople explain the workings of this new phone to my poor ignorant self. To make a long story short, they had the phone I decided to get in stock, but it was in some color called “Sissy 12 year old girl unicorn sparkle” and I wanted a black one. So they ordered me a black one, shipped to my address – and please bring it to the store when you get it so we can pair it to your car and show you all the fabulous features and so on and so forth – which means I get to go home, wait for a box to arrive, then drive back to the metropolis.
Which I did. To describe what happened in the store when I got there with the new phone would beggar belief, so we’ll just leave that part out of this story and say that after a week or so of resetting the phone, I think I finally know what some of the buttons do. But that’s not what this story is about. This story is about me getting a new phone number to go along with the new phone.
When you get a “new” number, you are getting someone’s old number, and chances are they didn’t give up their old number for fun. (My last “new” number belonged to some asshole who owes everyone in the United States money, including the government of said United States, and they want him badly for defaulted student loans. For the three plus years I had that number, I got calls for this dickhead looking to collect money. I would explain to the callers that the number in question now belonged to me, some of the callers apologized for calling and said they would remove the number from their database, but other callers basically said “fuck you, this is the only number we have and we will keep right on calling”. I do need to mention that I reached out to a friend in the business of enforcing laws who actually tracked the prior owner down. He shows 2 active address (one is his mother’s house) AND he has NO current phone numbers in his name AND he is still giving out his old number whenever he is required to give a number.
So anyway, the “new” number I got seems to have been owned by a woman who uses two different names (I know, shocking, isn’t it?) and since we are coming up on an election… well, I have been getting a LOT of text messages, and I want to use just one of them to illustrate the fun I am having.
The “Okay thanks, have a good day” went on for well over an hour. Spam? In any event, I have gotten texts from Greenpeace, the NAACP, the Sierra Club, some group called Care in Action, and several other organizations I have never heard of, but I am reasonably certain George Soros is underwriting them. They all get the same basic reply as above. Usually that ends the conversation, but the NAACP wanted to know exactly how I planned to vote (mail, early-in-person or in person on election day). Now that doesn’t make me too paranoid at all. And by the way, I told them “all of the above” then blocked their number.
So this is how I am entertaining myself these days, and if, by chance, some woman is getting a ration of shit mail from the good folks at the NAACP or Greenpeace, well that makes it even better.
So we have
and in the opposite corner
Who needs the NFL when we have this?
He’s going to be famous for some time. At this time, it appears that young Kyle is a high school drop out, not possessed of a sterling intellect, a wanna-be Marine/Fireman/Policeman who has now entered a brand new phase of his life: soon-to-be-convicted murderer.
If he gets good enough legal representation, he may skate on murder in the first degree, but he has an uphill climb to do that. He was unlawfully in possession of a firearm (Kyle is 17 years old and strutting around town with an AR is legal nowhere at all except maybe Mogadishu). He traveled a fair distance to be at the scene of riotous behavior – in other words, he went out of his way to get there. He apparently announced in speech and in writing that he was headed to Kenosha to “defend/protect property”, exactly none of which belonged to him. All of this speaks to a certain level of planning and premeditation, and premeditation is a key element in the charge of murder in the 1st degree.
Kyle’s facebook and other social media accounts were widely captured before they were shut down. In these various accounts, Kyle appears dressed as GI Joe, a police cadet (he may/may not have been enrolled in a cadet program in some jurisdiction) and is fully suited up as a fireman. And then there’s THE picture of him, holding onto a S&W M&P rifle (that’s the Smith & Wesson version of an AR-15) wearing some shoes that you gotta see to believe.
Kyle is an all too predictable outcome of the street calculus that is being acted out right now. Naughty people are doing everything in their power to provoke a response from the police. To the surprise of no thinking person, a wannabe cop shows up and responds to the provocation. There is a massive amount of “information static” surrounding what happened to and around Kyle before he started pulling his trigger. There are reports of him getting smacked in the back of the head by a skateboard, there are numerous witnesses stating that he was being rushed by people who intended him harm. There are reports that one or more of these personages may have been in possession of openly displayed firearms, which will be a key element in any case made for self-defense.
It is in poor taste to observe that he was able to simply get up and walk away from the scene, which is a sort of a left handed complimentary testimony to the benefits of having superior fire power. Had the Antifaoids been better organized (and after this, I believe they will be), they would have descended on this kid and eaten him alive.
But getting back to his upcoming trial, he will be tried as an adult, I suspect the state will go for murder in the first degree, but they will also charge him with murder in the second degree, manslaughter, assault inflicting grievous bodily injury, attempted murder, various weapons charges, etc., etc. After his conviction, he will then be carted off to some prison where his asshole will be widened considerably. No doubt about it, he is gonna be someone’s wife.
It’s a shame someone didn’t take a hard look at him, ask him how old he was and send him home. But, to our knowledge, no one did (which is perhaps understandable given the total chaos that was going on around him). Several lives would be on different trajectories right now if he had been escorted back to his car and told to beat it.
From the POWERLINE BLOG:
At 7:30 p.m. on May 31, 2020, prosecutors “met” online with Dr. Andrew Baker, Chief Medical Examiner of Hennepin County, to discuss Floyd’s toxicology report.
So there they were, staring at the just-received and damning toxicology report that blew to smithereens the whole prosecution theory that the police had killed Floyd. To their undoubted dismay, Dr. Baker, the chief medical examiner, had to concede that at 11 ng/mL, Floyd had “a fatal level of fentanyl under normal circumstances.” He also conceded that the fentanyl overdose “can cause pulmonary edema,” a frothy fluid build-up in the lungs that was evidenced by the finding at autopsy that Floyd’s lungs weighed two to three times normal weight.
This is consistent with Officer Kueng’s observation at the scene that Floyd was foaming at the mouth and, as found at autopsy, that his lungs were “diffusely congested and edematous.”
In other words, like a drowned man, Floyd’s lungs were filled with fluid. And that was the obvious and inescapable reason why Floyd kept shouting over and over again that he couldn’t breathe even when he was upright and mobile.
The memorandum ends with Dr. Baker’s devastating conclusion that “if Floyd had been found dead in his home (or anywhere else) and there were no other contributing factors he [Dr. Baker] would conclude that it was an overdose death.”
It is quite telling that this explosively exculpatory June 1 memorandum was not released by the prosecution until August 25, 2020. All of which prompts these questions:
First, why did the prosecution wait three months to release this memorandum?
Second, if the prosecution had released this information in a timely fashion, would that have helped to quell the anti-police outrage that has fueled the nationwide orgy of rioting and looting?
Third, in light of Floyd’s toxicology results and the medical examiner’s assessment that Floyd’s fentanyl overdose caused him to essentially drown in his own bodily fluid, why haven’t the charges against all of the police defendants been dropped?
I think we all know why the charges aren’t being dropped. The loud & stupid would lose their loud & stupid minds and burn down the rest of Minneapolis… unless the required amount of force was brought to bear to put a stop to them. So far, no political will to act has been observed in Minneapolis.
The world is an irksome place right now. The United States is just crawling with low intelligence high volume morons who seem to be upset that they aren’t allowed to rob, steal, rape and plunder at their leisure. As of this time, it is still unlawful for good, upstanding citizens to drop these miscreants on sight, so I did the only thing I could do.
I dropped the top and went for a ride.
The best therapy is convertible therapy.
Sponge Cake. What sort of sponges does one use? I’m here to tell you, I have tried five or six different brands of sponges (including that Mr Clean Magic Eraser thing, but isn’t EXACTLY a sponge, but it’s close) and they all tasted absolutely terrible.
If anyone can give me some tips on how to make an edible sponge cake, my neighbor’s dog will thank you.
And so we do it again…
Atlanta, Georgia. Drunk, passed out behind the wheel in a drive through line at a fast food restaurant. OF COURSE THE COPS WERE CALLED.
Cops show up and the drunk wants to fight two agents of the state who really would love to be somewhere else right now.
Because these agents of the state are not putting their all into the fight, the drunk grabs one officer’s taser and takes off for the hills.
Chase is given to the combative moron, who turns and fires the taser at his pursuer (oddly, the media didn’t seem to show that part of the bystander footage).
Having been fired upon… you’re dead.
This is so fucking simple that it defies credulity that this happens over and over and over again: DO NOT PUT YOURSELF IN A POSITION OF CONFLICT WITH THE COPS.
Steve Sailer sums it all up very nicely in one of his posts, the zeroeth amendment to the Constitution of the United States: Congress shall make no law requiring a black man to be arrested if he’s just not in the mood to be arrested.
Yeah… funny how this just keeps happening. Gonna be a long summer, I think.
So let’s get down to it. Our “betters” in the national media have stories they want to tell. The term “narrative” is bandied about quite a bit. Facts that do not advance the narrative are simply left out of the coverage. If you are some busy person who has 10 minutes a day for a quick update/refresher on what’s going on in the world you are getting ROYALLY FUCKED, HARD, by the people who run 99% of the newspapers and TV news in the world (sadly, this problem is most assuredly not confined to the United States).
So I am gonna touch on three stories that are currently being used (and they are indeed being used in the truest sense of the verb) by the media to whip up a frenzy, seed more trouble (thereby perpetuating the story cycle) and most importantly, sell more newspaper ads, TV commercials, and enhance their revenue – which is the true bottom line here. They will throw anybody to the wolves if they can make a dollar out of it.
Story One: Ahmed/Ahmaud Arbery – Ahmed
is was a convicted felon. He had a history of running when he was accosted. He had a history of carrying a firearm. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution is well aware of “Maude’s” (his nom de rue) prior history. The man who shot “Maude” had participated in arresting Maude on a prior occasion and was well familiar with Maude’s background – to wit: Maude carries a gun and likes to run. Perhaps, just maybe, you may begin to understand why several agencies investigated the apprehension of Maude and declined to prosecute. The “jogger” story was an invention by one Lee Merritt, the attorney who is representing the deceased felon’s family. Much can be read about Mr Merritt elsewhere. Sadly, the lies spread by the local newspaper have already triggered one mental defective into a shooting spree in Arizona.
Story Two: “Central Park Karen” – the lady with the unleashed dog makes panicked call to 911, breathlessly says an African American Male is threatening her. We’ve all seen this one. Amy Cooper (AKA forever more KAREN) had her dog off a leash in an area that was posted as requiring dogs to be leashed. The media has presented a story of Black Man asks White Lady to leash dog, she freaks out, calls 911 and reports “African American Male is threatening me”. Sweet Jesus, you all say, what the hell is up this bitch’s backside? Well, apparently there is MORE to the STORY… What did the media leave out? This is from Christian Cooper’s Facebook Page:
“ME: Ma’am, dogs in the [Bramble] have to be on the leash at all times. The sign is right there.
“HER: The dog runs are closed. He needs his exercise.”
“ME: Look, if you’re going to do what you want, I’m going to do what I want, but you’re not going to like it.
HER: What’s that?
ME [to the dog]: Come here, puppy!
“HER: He won’t come to you.”
“ME: We’ll see about that… I pull out the dog treats I carry for just such intransigence. I didn’t even get a chance to toss any treats to the pooch before Karen scrambled to grab the dog.
“HER: DON’T YOU TOUCH MY DOG!!!!!”
Who is Christian Cooper? Why he’s the African American male that was the subject of the 911 call. The whole business of him trying to get her dog in his grasp has somehow magically been left out of the story. I suspect that might change the tone of the story and not sell quite as many ads? By the way, KAREN (Amy Cooper) has been placed on “administrative leave” from her job AND her dog has been taken from her. (note: that all parties in this story have the same last name, which nicely adds to the confusion)
Story Three: George Floyd – Suddenly this guy’s history has fucking dis-a-ppeared (edit: I now have more info about the late Mr Floyd’s criminal history – adding to the bottom of this post). Therefore, I suspect he has extensive priors. According to the AJ-C (see above), George was convicted of armed robbery during a home invasion in 2007. What we know is that he matched a description given out on a forgery in progress call. When he was hailed by the police, he decided to fight. Let’s repeat that, shall we? He decided he wanted to play Billy Badass and fight the cops. It is worth noting that George is being described as “a gentle giant” by his former associates. This means he was a big dude. It ended with Billy, I mean George, face down, handcuffed, with a knee on his neck and he got dead. Who got George dead? George got George dead. Imagine George saying something like “Officer, I believe this is a case of mistaken identity, but I shall cooperate with you until we can get this situation rectified.” George would still be alive. But George wanted to fight, and George is dead. Now Minneapolis is gonna endure all sorts of BULLSHIT simply because a convicted felon decided to play tough guy, got his ass handed to him, and now the professional race-baiters and their friends in the media see an opportunity to make some money.
So the next time you read a story in a newspaper, or see some clip on the evening news and you feel filled with a sense of towering outrage… odds are you have been played. There’s damn near ALWAYS something that is critical to why events progressed the way they did, and the media is deliberately leaving that information out.
George Floyd –
I read an interesting article this evening that predicts imminent martial law in the United States. By imminent, we’re talking within the next two weeks. The thrust of the article was “go right now to where you want to be for the next two to three months, because that is where you will be staying”.
Coincidentally, this morning I was speaking to a family member who has an offspring in the USMC. He advised his father that it is fairly likely interstate travel may be restricted in short order. That raises some interesting issues for folks with far flung families and people who live near state lines.
As an example, there is a town not too far from where I am sitting right now that does a great deal of business with folks from our neighboring state. Simply put, the nearest Wal Mart to these out-of-staters is located in this state. If you go to the shopping center that this Wally World is in, easily a full third of the license tags in that parking lot are from the other side of the border. If the border is closed, do they then get to drive an extra hour to buy their ration of toilet paper and frozen chicken?
There is yet another town not too far away at all from where I am sitting right now that has the state line running directly through its middle. If a resident of this town wants to mail a letter and the post office is across the invisible line, do they get to drive to Nexttownover to mail it? And what if the fire station or police department is on one side of the border and a bandit starts a fire on the other side? There are gonna be a SHIT TON of details to work out over this state line thing.
If your elderly parent/grandparents/aunts/uncles live in Florida (as an example) and have a stroke, fall down and break that hip, or lose their spouse, will their be some form of compassionate relief to allow folks from elsewhere to get there to help out in this time of need? Again, gonna be a SHIT TON of details to work through here.
This is going to be an interesting year for anyone graduating from school at any level. Graduation ceremonies, proms, senior class events, etc. are all canceled. Final exams are likely going to be problematic as well, so anyone with marginal grades that was looking to cram for that final to try to pull their grade up is well & truly fucked. Those pictures of Junior in cap and gown posing with proud mom and dad will not be taken in 2020.
Amazon has already announced they are prioritizing shipping of merchandise based on category. So if you want to get the kids an X-Box to keep them entertained, you might be out of luck here. Amazon says they are focusing on shipping baby products (because babies just don’t care, they will keep on turning baby food to yellow poop) health and household goods, beauty and personal care, groceries, industrial and scientific products, and pet supplies. So They will send out Q Tips, soup, dog food, diapers, lip stick and light bulbs, but the other stuff… maybe not so much. So the point is, if there is something you think you might want, right now would be a good time to get it.
If the power goes out, there will be trouble.
Of course, there’s always a bright side to things:
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” – Orson Welles
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” – Hunter S. Thompson
“What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?” – Hunter S. Thompson
As the song says:
I ain’t got nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody
I’m so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Oh Faroe, you silly boy, that simply isn’t true.
No one likes you on any platform. You are a nasty, vile piece of work all the way down to the dark and malodorous core of your being.
I am just gonna drop this here as a reference guide to people who are confounded by letters and numbers.
N series masks (N – NOT oil resistant)
R series masks (Resists oil)
P series masks (oil “Proof”)
That’s what the letters are about, and that’s all they are about – their ability to filter out oil based contaminates in the air.
95 series masks – removes 95% of particles 0.3 microns or larger
99 series masks – removes 99% of particles 0.3 microns or larger
100 series masks – removes 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns or larger (This is HEPA level filtration)
Right now, N-95 masks are probably on back order at your local drug store due to the Chinese War Virus of 2020. Keep in mind that masks are used by industries other than Health Care, and masks can be found in some places that may not occur to you at first blush. Also keep in mind that N-95 masks are the minimum recommended effective face mask. The 99s and 100s, the R series and P series will all work as well as an N-95, albeit at a slightly higher price.
Wash your hands and keep them away from your face. Old advice, but it’s still true.