Thursday, December 8, 2016

Annie Weber – Installment # 22

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The base at Quantico was an interesting place for a country girl like me. I enjoyed watching the marines march and hear the band play when there would be assemblies and ceremonies on the parade ground. No matter how hard I tried, though, I could never pick Roy out of the crowd of marching marines as they filed by. Sometimes, there were ceremonies in Washington that they would march in, too. Us wives would gang up by the carload and go proudly watch our hubbies strut their stuff, along with hundreds, or maybe thousands of other military men from other locations. The Marine Corps band often performed and there were fly-overs and performances by various flying groups, including the Blue Angels. Military choirs sometimes sang, too. They were unbelievably good.

I loved Washington. It was so big and clean and white, at least the part that small town tourists like me saw. We rarely got a REALLY good look at things, though. We always had to race up there to get a good seat, and then rush back so we’d be home when our men returned. Once Roy got the old cab, though, we splurged on gas a few times and went up and drove around a little. I especially liked the old houses in Georgetown. We learned, too, that not every part of D.C. is clean and white. Every state in the union has a street there named after it. We looked at a map and found West Virginia Avenue and went to check it out. They’d put it in a pretty slummy section of town, or else it had become that way afterward. I seriously doubt if anyone from West Virginia actually lived there; I believe they’d have more sense.

One thing that we did while we lived at Quantico was to visit the 1964 New York World’s Fair. None of the marines and their wives really had the money to go there as couples, but by putting three couples in a car and sharing gasoline costs, we filled a few cars and went there convoy-style. New York amazed those of us who’d never been there. Those who have been there will know what I mean. There was so much purse-snatching and such, with the fair going on, that the guys put us gals in the middle as we walked down the street and basically surrounded us as we walked. Lord help any guy who tried to grab the purse of any of us, since there were a dozen or more marines protecting us. We had to ride the subway to get from where we parked to the fair, and that was new to some of us. The fair was huge, and we only had one day, so we saw only a tiny part of what was there, but we enjoyed ourselves. We were a tired bunch of young folks when we arrived home in the wee hours of the morning. Most of the guys only got a short nap before they had to report to work.


I hesitate to tell this, but Roy had been single all his life before marrying me when I was 21 and he was 28. Being around soldiers and sailors all the time, he liked to have his beer. Often, he’d stay over on base when they needed extra help in the diesel garage and help out. Since they were technically off duty, they could drink beer as they worked. One time, he stayed over a little “extra” extra and had a few more beers and came home drunk. I wouldn’t have anything to do with him until he sobered up, then I asked him to never drink again. Amazingly, he never did. I was glad, since I saw one uncle ruin his life and die young that way. © 2016
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"Highlights" Kid's Magazine Turns Leftist (a link)

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http://www.afa.net/the-stand/the-culture-war/2016/12/highlights-magazine-has-caved-to-the-left/
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The Jihadists Have A 100 Year Plan

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Below is something that I copied from a post on Facebook. I can't vouch for the source, but the information seems in line with what we see from the behavior of muslims. Notice that they have a 100 year plan. Conservatives don't have a 100 year plan, nor do republicans. Naturally, the democrats don't have one, or at least not one based on reality. Islam, however, has a 100 year plan. If we intend to defeat it, our side must have one, also. Sadly, I don't think that will ever happen.

Copied from Anthony J Linder: 
Muslim Brotherhood Project
Below is the Muslim Brotherhood's 1982 manifesto titled "The Project," penned by Sa'id Ramadan, the son-in-law of Hassan al-Banna, the founder of the Muslim Brotherhood.*
The Project was distributed to Muslim Brotherhood members around the world who were ordered to strictly guard The Project's content from outsiders. They did so until November of 2001 when a copy of The Project was discovered during a police raid of a senior Muslim Brotherhood financier's home in Switzerland.*
The Project outlined the Muslim Brotherhood's 25 strategies, including the deception of Taqiyya, to infiltrate and to eventually subjugate the rest of the world under Islam, the "Religion of Peace" as follows (elements of particular intrigue are in boldface):
1. Network and coordinate actions between like-minded Islamists organizations;
2. Avoid open alliances with known terrorist organizations and individuals to maintain the appearance of "moderation";
3. Infiltrate and take over existing Muslim organizations to realign them towards the Muslim Brotherhood's collective goals;
4. Use deception to mask the intended goals of Islamist actions, as long as it doesn't conflict with Sharia law;
5. Avoid social conflicts with Westerners locally, nationally or globally, that might damage the long-term ability to expand the Islamist powerbase in the West, including the support of full-time administrators and workers;
6. Conduct surveillance, obtain data, and establish collection and data storage capabilities;
7. Put into place a watchdog system for monitoring Western media to warn Muslims of international plots fomented against them;
8. Cultivate an Islamist intellectual community, including the establishment of think-tanks and advocacy groups, and publishing "academic" studies, to legitimize Islamist positions and to chronicle the history of Islamist movements;
9. Develop a comprehensive 100-year plan to advance Islamist ideology throughout the world;
10. Balance international objectives with local flexibility;
11. Build extensive social networks of schools, hospitals and charitable organizations dedicated to Islamist ideals so that contact with the movement for Muslims in the West is constant;
12. Involve ideologically committed Muslims in democratically-elected institutions on all levels in the West, including government, NGOs, private organizations and labor unions;
13. Instrumentally use existing Western institutions until they can be converted and put into service of Islam;
14. Draft Islamic constitutions, laws and policies for eventual implementation;
15. Avoid conflict within the Islamist movements on all levels, including the development of processes for conflict resolution;
16. Institute alliances with Western "progressive" organizations that share similar goals;
17. Create autonomous "security forces" to protect Muslims in the West;
18. Inflame violence and keep Muslims living in the West "in a Jihad frame of mind";
19. Support Jihad movements across the Muslim world through preaching, propaganda, personnel, funding, and technical and operational support;
20. Make the Palestinian Issue a global wedge cause for Muslims;
21. Adopt the total liberation of Palestine from Israel and the creation of an Islamic state as a keystone in the plan for global Islamic domination;
22. Instigate a constant campaign to incite hatred by Muslims against Jews and reject any discussions of conciliation or coexistence with them;
23. Actively create Jihad terror cells within Palestine;
24. Link the terrorist activities in Palestine with the global terror movement;
25. Collect sufficient funds to indefinitely perpetuate and support Jihad around the world.
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Inquiring Minds Probably Couldn't Care Less

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When I was a ninth grader in junior high, I just wanted to be a farmer like my dad, but we were expected to research something like six different jobs that would interest us and do reports on them for the guidance counselor. So, I found six different ways to describe farming, approached it from six different angles and handed in my reports. That met the counselor's requirements, so she was as happy as a clam and never said a word. Talk about wasted tax-payer money!
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Annie Weber - Installment # 21

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I know that I keep saying that life was different for me at Quantico, but it’s hard to convey the culture shock for a bashful country girl who moves to such a place. For one thing, there was no place for a garden where we lived, so we had to buy everything. The bad thing was that it was a five mile round trip to walk to the PX and back, carrying groceries on the return trip. Naturally, in warm weather, we couldn’t get anything that melted unless we knew we’d have a ride back.

My Panamanian friend and I did something we shouldn’t have done once, due to lack of a vehicle. We both needed to go to town, but neither of us drove. However, there was a bus that would come and get the pregnant girls (wives) in the trailer park and take them to the doctor on base. The problem was that only girls going to the doctor were supposed to use it. One day, my friend suggested that we ride the bus in and back to get some things. I was chicken and didn’t want to do it, but she kept insisting, so I finally agreed. We got off at the doctor’s office and went in, but as soon as the bus left, we went out and did our shopping, then went back to the office to wait for the return bus, and then rode home. No-one would have been the wiser, except that one of our trailer park “friends” on the bus snitched on us. My friend got in trouble, but I didn’t answer the door when the MP’s came looking for me and they never came back.

Eventually, Roy bought a used checker cab somewhere, so we had wheels. The problem was, we couldn’t afford paint for a while, and still afford gas. As a result, a lot of folks tried to flag us down for a ride. We’d stop to pick up any serviceman that we saw thumbing (hitch-hiking), but we never took any “fares.” Eventually, Roy was able to buy some black paint and cover up the “taxi yellow” that came on it.

With a car, we would save a little money and go back home every month or so. Sometimes, we could even splurge and stop along the way and get a hamburger and a drink, but not always. The road home was the old two-lane US Route 50 through the mountains. In the winter, Roy often had to stop and put chains on the rear tires, while in the summer, he occasionally drove through water across the highway where the old road ran alongside the local creeks.

We always stayed with Roy’s mother when we went home, but she’d try to only feed Roy and not me. When we went out to my folks, they’d feed the both of us all we could eat, plus load us up with gobs of food to take home with us, much of it home grown. That was sure a big help. I didn’t always get to see as much of my family as I wanted, though, because his mother always tried to keep him working for her every second he was home, and I didn’t have a driver’s license. Besides, I wouldn’t have left Roy’s side for love nor money. Still, it was good to be back in my hometown.

One thing that I’ll always remember is the time that my mother-in-law’s bed fell through the floor. We heard her scream in the middle of the night and rushed in to check on her. Her bed posts were through the floor and some of the floor boards were broken, so that her bed was literally trying to fall into the basement. Still, it didn’t appear that she was in eminent danger.


Roy and I couldn’t help ourselves; we laughed until tears came down our cheeks. She wouldn’t say such things to Roy, but she was cussing me up one side and down the other, but I still couldn’t help but laugh. The more she cussed the more we laughed but, of course we did have to eventually help her out of her bed and get her feet on “solid ground” again. She was carrying on so that Roy finally had to settle her down by shaming her for her language. Roy spent the rest of that weekend, along with his brother, rebuilding the floor, but it was worth it for the laugh we had. © 2016
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Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Obama Ships Jobs Out - Is It Revenge On The American Worker? (a link)

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https://americanlookout.com/outrageous-obama-administration-moving-fighter-jet-jobs-to-india-video/
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Knot’s Out! (w/pic)

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I’d mentioned in an earlier post that I had a piece of nylon rope that had a knot that I couldn’t untie. I also mentioned marlinspikes. Well, the old-fashioned marlinspike was actually like a big, flat, dull needle, not the roundish style that comes in the sailor’s knives that are seen in some rare stores and catalogs. So, when I happened to see my paternal grandmother’s letter opener lying on my desk, the proverbial light came on. It was shaped nearly identical to the old-style marlinspikes, and was just the right size for 5/16 rope. And yes, used VERY carefully, it worked like a charm. The only thing that I had to watch was not to put any pressure on the handle, or I would have ruined the opener. Below is a photo of the now knotless length of rope and the impromptu marlinspike.

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Dachsing Through The Snow!

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I'm Pro-Choice (usually) (meme)

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This Is What SCARES The Gun Grabbers!

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On The Decline Of Society

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I made this comment over at Filthies Thunderbox and thought I'd share it with you folks:

Ignoring the deliberate infiltration of society by commies and socialists (commies who won't admit to themselves that they're commies), the problem began when Christians (mostly the democrat wing) continued to re-elect the same politicians who appointed activist judges. It was clearly a matter of putting political party above God, and we have reaped the "rewards" of that behavior. Incidentally, despite what some folks will say, it's no longer possible to be both a Christian AND a democrat, as the two are mutually exclusive.
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Remember the Alamo? (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2016-325: Remember the Alamo?
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I Wonder

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Well, It's Pearl Harbor Day. Seventy-Five years ago, The Japanese killed about 2500 of our military folks in an unprovoked attack on our Pacific Fleet. I wonder if Obama will go there today and apologize to the Japanese for the Japs we killed defending ourselves.
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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Desperate Times... (a link)

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I can't vouch for the validity of this site, but the dems used two of the ideas put forth, so I'm thinking that it's legit.

http://exopolitics.org/leaked-document-recommends-false-flag-alien-invasion-to-save-clinton-campaign/
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Monday, December 5, 2016

Home-Made Bark Spud

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I realize that most folks have never heard of a bark spud, but there really is such a thing. It’s an old-fashioned hand tool for removing bark from logs. We never had a spud at our family sawmill. We had a four block manual Corley swinging a 52”, 40-tooth saw that handled the bark easier than we could. The only time that we normally fooled with debarking a log was when we sawed someone else’s logs that had been drug through the mud with a dozer. (Chestnut oak and tulip poplar were probably the worst about collecting mud, due to the texture of their bark.) At such times, we’d attack the log with axes, spud bars, peavey hooks, grubbing hoes and anything else that we thought would work to remove the bark. Leaving the mud in place would cause the saw to dull quickly, necessitating refiling and resetting it. For that reason, large sawmill operations have automatic debarkers, through which they pass every log they saw.

A lot of old-timers used to chop the bark off in a circle around a tree they were planning to fall with their crosscut saws. They believed that bark was more dulling to a saw than wood. Some folks even did likewise before bucking a log (cutting it to length). At one time, vast expanses of forestland were felled strictly FOR the bark, to be leached for the tannin used in tanning leather. Often, the wood was wasted, though sometimes it was sawn into lumber. I’m sure a lot of the tanbark workers used some form of bark spud, most probably made by the local blacksmith.

All of the bark spuds that I’ve seen pictures of have short handles on them, since they were generally used with the log lying on either trestles or support logs. Most were in the 20-30 inch range. After Dad passed away, and I was often forced to run the mill by myself, I looked for ways to speed up my work. One thing that I decided to try was a bark spud. Our skidway was made of 16”-wide cross-ties several feet in the air so, unlike the old-timers, I worked standing at the same level as the log.  So, I wanted a spud with a long handle that wouldn’t cause me to work in a stoop.

At that time, there was an elderly gentleman in the neighborhood who turned my ideas into reality, so I consulted him. We came up with the object that you see in the photos. It’s made from an auto leaf spring, a piece of electrical conduit and a replacement handle for a shovel. I believe the taper for the shovel socket was cut off the handle, or at least most of it. The handle went into the conduit socket snugly, yet reasonably easy, and was fastened in place with a rivet through the socket of the tool. Sometimes, I think the angle should have been ground on the other side; however, the old gentleman ground it before asking me and it seems to work fine, so I’ve never changed it. The spud isn’t very clean or sharp at this time, since it was last used for a few weeks to scrape the asphalt from the tail-gait of the dump truck that I used to drive. I got it out to clean and resharpen, so I decided to take a photo of it and do this article while I was at it.

I’ve included a link to a place that sells a traditional spud, but in looking for it, I also learned that Peavey now makes a long-handled one like mine. © 2016

https://www.amazon.com/Wood-Gouge-Bark-Spud/dp/B0054QP5BY
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"Fun Facts" On Social Security

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What Happened To Auto Polo? (a link)

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Coffee with the Hermit: What Happened To Auto Polo...?
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It Ain't Over, Folks!

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The news media barely touched on the situation at the Bundy ranch from the very beginning. After one set of court decisions, it's been dropped completely. Several men are still in jail. No matter how some may want to pretend otherwise, they are political prisoners, there because they bucked the plans of Harry Reid and Hillary Clinton. Below is a post from earlier today on Facebook.

What an emotional day. I've got a pounding headache and a heavy heart. It was so good to see Mel after 3 long months. There were a lot of tears. He looked so good. Big smiles for his babies. I saw Eric too. I love that guy. He was so upbeat and full of smiles too. I looked around the room while my girls were talking to their Daddy. I saw Greg, steve, Eric and Mel. I thought of jason, Pete, Jerry, scott, micah, Ammon, ryan, davey, joe, Cliven and Ryan. All these incredible men sitting behind the walls of that prison. Denied so much! Kidnapped by an angry government and for what? For exercising their first and second amendment rights? It is not illegal to carry a gun! Not illegal to pray, to speak, to educate! It is not illegal to be a part or call upon a militia. In fact, our founding fathers told us we needed a standing militia! That we the people were the militia. To take up arms and defend our liberties when our government becomes tyrannical. We prayed. We prayed ALOT and we educated people of their rights and we made it okay to say the word God and constitution without mocking them in this land. That is the problem. That is why our husbands and children have been ripped apart from one another. Knowledge is power and the power lies with the people! Our prayers are heard and they are being answered! I look forward to this new presidency. For the hope we can mend this broken land and restore our liberties and constitution. I look forward to court. For our men to stand before a jury of their peers and tell their stories. I have no doubt these fine men will be found not guilty because they are not guilty men! I will see all you men soon! Free men! Continue to pray for them! It is needed and appreciated!- Briana
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Sunday, December 4, 2016

So True (meme)

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Marlinspike Knife

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The other day, I used a length of 5/16 nylon rope to pull my sawmill frame up the log-road and behind the house. I used an overhand knot in bight to make a loop to throw over the hitch ball. The two ends, I attached to opposite sides of the frame using by giving a wrap around a stub on each corner of the frame and fastening the rope back on itself on each side with a clove hitch. Just as I reached my destination, one end of the rope slipped off, and I drug the frame the last couple feet by one corner, putting a double stress on the knot on that side. Rain ran me in at that time, so I left the rope attached to the one corner of the frame and drove the riding lawnmower (my “skidder”) under the deck and tarped it.

Yesterday, I finally got around to removing the rope from the frame, once again in increasing rain, so I just worked it off the stub and headed to the porch. There, I used the fingernail file of my Swiss Army Knife to work between the curls of the overhand knot and got the rope loose enough to untie the knot. I then did the same with the clove hitch on the end of the rope that had slipped off the frame. When I got to the other end, which had the double pressure on it, the pointed little file just wasn’t up to the job. I then tried the Phillips screw driver, but the point was too blunt to work. I sort of wished I had one of the marlinspike knives (see photo below) that I used to see in the hardware stores as a kid, but I’d never gotten one back when they were available. It was cold and getting dark, so I left the rope on the porch and went inside.

As I thought about it, I realized that some of you have probably never heard of a marlinspike knife, so I thought I’d do this little article. A marlinspike is simply a thick, somewhat needle-shaped steel or iron rod that can be worked between tied ropes or rope strands to help separate them. I don’t believe they’re actually named for the big fish with the spike on its snout as you might think, but for marline, a small cord or rope often used aboard ships in the old days. In fact, you’ll sometimes see the term spelled “marline spike.”

When I was a teenager, I learned how to do eye splices, end splices and short splices (joining two ropes). I never really used the short splice, other than to just learn it. The eye splice, I used on rope horse leads and hay ropes, adding a thin piece of leather at the apex of the loop to allow the prickly manila rope to slide through the eye more easily. I also used end splices on leads, but I used whipped ends on hay ropes, since they slipped through the eye more easily. If I remember, I just used a nail as a marlinspike back then, so there’s really no need for me to buy one. The photos below will give you a better idea of what I’m talking about. © 2016

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For more information, here's a link:

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Smart Guy, But He STILL Doesn’t Get It

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The link below is to an article that is well written, and surprisingly calm and rational, considering that it was written by a democrat. Nearly all of his points are valid, and he would be severely beaten by many in the democrat party if they could get their hands on him. However, he STILL shows an ignorance that is the ruination of what was once a party of relatively moral, though misguided people. That lack of understanding is shown by his words, “Voters and the courts will show who is right.”

No sir, Almighty God will show who is right, and it will not be any particular political party. Neither, I believe, will it be any individual who insists on belonging to ANY organization that promotes and protects sodomy and similar perversions. It will not be anyone who promotes and protects the murder of the innocent unborn. And it will not be those who seek to deny our citizens our God-given rights and give them to the government alone. Sadly, when most such people discover that they are wrong, it will be with eternal hell staring them in the face. © 2016

Here is the article:

As Euripides pointed out, this link refuses to work, so you will have to copy and paste to see it. It's an interesting piece, though, so I would suggest that you do.

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Liberals Severing Ties With Conservative Relatives (a link)

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http://www.nationalreview.com/article/442538/why-left-wingers-cut-ties-trump-voters
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Keep An Eye On Italy (a link)

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http://sixbearsinthewoods.blogspot.com/2016/12/italy-is-going-to-polls.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SixbearsInTheWoods+%28Sixbears+in+the+Woods%29
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Saturday, December 3, 2016

A Farm Boy “Thermos”

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When I was a kid, we didn’t lack for anything, but there wasn’t money to throw away, either. Dad had a typical domed lunch box that he’d purchased in years past, and I had an old hand-me-down one that had been painted green at some point. It worked as good as any other. I suspect that an insulated bottle once fit in the top of Dad’s box, but they were glass-lined then, and I figure that it had been dropped at some point, because I don’t remember ever seeing it. What we BOTH had was a low-budget way to semi-insulate a quart jar of iced tea to go with our lunches.

Back then, no-one had yet dreamed of plastic shopping bags, so paper bags were used and saved by nearly everyone. Of course they came in various sizes, some of which were just the right size to envelope a quart canning jar and let you roll the top to “seal” the paper container. So, when Mom packed our lunches to take on “the ridge” three miles from our home to work at our sawmill, we took our fancy drink jars with us.

One bag wouldn’t have had much insulation value so the system usually started with at least three. As sweat from the icy drink jar softened the bags and they gradually went to pieces over the course of a week or more of use, another bag would be added as needed. Sometimes, a five pound sugar or flour bag would be used as part of the system, as they held up pretty well. I’m sure that, since the worst damage to the bags was on the bottom, a piece of round cardboard inside the inner bag would have done much to lengthen the life of the bags, but we never thought of that. This paper package was then placed inside a one gallon paint can, thus giving the unit a hard, unbreakable bottom and sides, and providing a handle (the bail).

We’d take our lunch break when Paul Harvey was on (12:30, I think). We’d pull the truck over close to the skidway, turn on the radio loud enough to hear a few feet from the truck while the door was open, then sit on a skid and eat our lunch. Often, we had cold hamburger sandwiches with pickles (mine sweet, Dad’s dill). Sometimes I had bologna and cheese and Dad had pickle loaf or pimento loaf. When we pulled out the ice tea, there would always be some ice still floating at the top of the jar. A couple upside down shakes and the weak tea on top (from the melted ice) would be blended with the stronger tea in the bottom and we’d wash down our sandwiches, and whatever we’d have for dessert, with our favorite drink.

Incidentally, those little gallon buckets were handy things to have. We used them for nail buckets when we were either building or dismantling something. They could be used for egg baskets, waste cans in the truck, picking berries, or even holding paint! Containers are one thing that EVERY homesteader or farmer will always have a use for. I want a clean gallon bucket to use for dipping saw chains in naphtha to degrease them, so I called the paint store today. I leaned that I can buy new, unused ones for $4.07. I may get more than one, since they’re so handy to have around. © 2016
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"All Things Old Are New Again"

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A nice little girl that my wife sometimes talks to at Chinamart told her the other day that she had something neat to show her."Something new and really pretty," she said. When she showed my wife some bubble lights, my wife chuckled before she could catch herself. She told the girl that they are sort of rare these days, but that they had them when SHE was a little kid, and that was many decades ago. The girl was surprised, and maybe a bit embarrassed, but she took it well. On the way home, we agreed that we were glad that the little clerk had discovered bubble lights; they ARE neat.

When I got home, I looked them up online and Wiki said they were first made in England in the late 1920's, but production didn't start in this country until 1946. We had them when I was a kid, and my wife's family did, too. We don't put any on our tree, but the missus has a little bubble light display in our two front windows. I swear, I think I could sit and watch them almost like a flickering campfire or a lava light. Remember THOSE? © 2016
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Another War Memory

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I used to call my dad’s generation “the golden generation,” because I believe that they represented America at the best we ever were and will ever be. Most folks back then were honorable people and I consider my father to have been one of the best. Folks today probably wouldn’t believe that many, if not MOST young couples were virgins when they married, but I believe they were.

However, in every generation, there are also a few folks that are unwise and get the cart before the horse. There have always been a few unwed mothers and men who were nothing but alley cats. It was no different with my father’s generation. He saw the worst of it, though, when he was in the service.

Once the war was over and most of the troops were stationed nearer the larger cities in the Philippines and Japan, there was no shortage of madams and mamasans with a few “girls” for hire on a short term basis. Dad told me that you could walk down the street and see GI’s lined up 20 deep, waiting their “turn.” Also, some parents thought nothing of setting up shop in their own home and pimping their daughters. They would stand outside and take the money, while the men went inside with their daughters. What amazed Dad was that most of them were married men. Their excuse was that when you become accustomed to certain things, it was rough doing without it. He said a few of the single guys frequented such places, but they were a minority. What amazed me was that anyone would want to be number two, let alone number 20.

Not surprisingly, disease was rampant among the “girls” and their customers. That’s why the service men had to line up every month and get their penicillin shot. Back then, that pretty much took care of known venereal diseases, unlike today. Most of the guys didn’t need it, but since the guilty parties would never seek help on their own, or even admit their indiscretions, it was easier to just give them ALL a shot.

Of course they also had booze-hounds who’d hit every bar when they could, and gamblers who would throw away all of their money and half of their buddies on “good hands.” While most of the farm boys and working-class single guys were sending money home to their families, a lot of the rounders, gamblers and drinkers would write home to their folks asking for them to send money. I reckon it was mostly in how they were raised. © 2016
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Friday, December 2, 2016

Prayers Please!

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I have friend whose husband has a gambling problem. Obviously, I can't tell you who it is, but the Lord knows. Please pray that the problem is resolved. Thank you.
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Thank You, Blogger! (seriously)

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Usually, anytime Blogger changes anything, it's for the worse in my book. I suppose some new mid-level manager needs to convince the company that there's some reason to pay him a salary, so he has to change something. Chances are, he's never blogged himself, so has no idea the effect it may have on those who do.

They surprised me this time, though. For several years, Blogger has provided me no way to unfollow any blogger who used WordPress, or who removed his blog, even though it was still on my list. I know that several of you told me how to do it, but it really WOULD NOT WORK from my computer. I just blamed it on my computer using XP and the newer systems not jiving with it. Well, the new system they're using makes it very easy to delete unwanted blogs from my list, so thank you, Blogger.

I dropped anyone who hadn't posted for over a year. Some hadn't posted for FOUR years, which means that it had been THREE years since I'd had the ability to quit following blogs, if I so chose. Some blogs had been taken down, while others had taken different directions that didn't interest me. Quite a few blogs that were taken down or hadn't been tended for years, were folks that were very supportive when I first started this project seven years ago. I missed their company, but had no way to contact them. I'm sure that several of them have passed away, but I would have no way of knowing. One or two still comment on my blog on rare occasions, but still have no blog, or an inactive blog. I hope those folks know how much I miss reading their own contribution to the blogosphere, and how much I appreciate that they still follow me.

My list is probably about half as long as it was earlier this evening, and that is both a good and a sad thing. Life moves on though, and so must we. Thanks to everyone who reads my blather; your loyalty is much appreciated.
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Uses For Vicks

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A Request

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Please consider sending this gentleman a birthday card.

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I've Got A Problem (No sarcastic remarks, please.) ;-)

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I just began following a new blog and now all the comments on that blog are showing up in my reading list. Does anyone know how to put a stop to the problem?
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My Car is the Grinch (a link)

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These poor folks have had a bad two months. I hope you'll pray for them. Thanks.

Kentucky Hollers: My Car is the Grinch
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Lies, Damn Lies And Statistics

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If you don't like my title, blame Mark Twain! - lol - I just heard a liberal on TV saying how Obama has gotten the unemployment rate down to 4.6%, and he just didn't know how it could GO much lower than that. First, there's always ZERO. Second, Obama's minions are lying through their teeth, the REAL rate is about 9.3%, though SOME sources say it's as high as 40%.
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Now It's Kellogg's And Soros (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2016/12/02/kellogg-foundation-gave-big-to-soros-organization-tides-foundation/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social
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Whine, Whine, Whine

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Some talking heads were on TV this morning whining about the fact that the American people expect them to quit lying and tell the truth. I wonder if they have coloring books, too.
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A Question

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I notice that I don't get much comment on my tool pieces. That's not surprising since most of you are either older, country or both. Would you rather not be bothered with such articles? Just curious, as I'd probably still write them for the city-slickers on Facebook.
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Viva la Electoral College (a link)

- Medley of Worship: Opus 2016-319: Cornerstone Considerations: Viva la Electoral College -

The Camp Pirate (a link)

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https://filthiestbox.blogspot.com/2016/12/filthies-hinterlands-whos-who-camp.html?showComment=1480694013209#c1093547222178290029
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How Crazy Is Crazy Enough? (a link)

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Coffee with the Hermit: How Crazy Is Crazy Enough...?
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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Dead Skin On Your Feet? Try This!

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Now that I'm old, fat and stiff, I tend to ignore my feet. They're difficult enough to get to that don't get the attention they did when I was younger and on them all day. Either as a result of that, or maybe some exotic hoof disease, I had a substantial build-up of dead skin on the tops and sides of my toes and just behind them, on my lower instep. On a hunch, I slathered them with Vicks VapoRub, put on a clean pair of socks and went to bed. Next day, I left the socks on and didn't take them off until after supper.

Scratching the area with my fingernails, the dead skin rolled off in gobs. It was sort of gross, but I knew fingernails were probably the safest tool to use, so I kept after it until all the dead skin was completely gone. There was some mild pain, because I was scraping tender skin that had previously been protected by a layer of hard dead skin, but the skin remaining looked healthy. Needless to say, I gave my fingers and nails a really good going-over with soap and a fingernail brush.

My ankles and upper instep seem to be okay, I must reach them well enough with the wash cloth. Around the back of my heels is a different story, though. Maybe I'll try them next. If you have a similar problem, and the stomach to put up with scads of dead skin temporarily under your nails, give it a try.
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Immortal Quotes: “A Different Drummer”, part 2 of 2, The Step (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2016-318: Immortal Quotes: “A Different Drummer”, part 2 of 2, The Step
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Immortal Quotes: “A Different Drummer”, part 1 of 2, The Beat (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2016-317: Immortal Quotes: “A Different Drummer”, part 1 of 2, The Beat
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Still Tilting At Windmills

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When I blocked another stupid advertisement, Facebook asked me what was wrong. This was my reply: "You have utterly no idea what interests me, or why, but I know that you just don't have it in you to leave me alone. Maybe you should get rid of all that fake news in the right-hand column. THAT would be nice!"
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Ever The Nay-Sayer - Obama Saying Trump Can't Do It (a link)

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http://www.hannity.com/articles/hanpr-election-493995/watch-obama-mocked-trump-for-saying-15350028/
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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Why The Electoral College?

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There are 3,141 counties in the United States.
Trump won 3,084 of them.
Clinton won 57.
There are 62 counties in New York State.
Trump won 46 of them.
Clinton won 16.
Clinton won the popular vote by approx. 1.5 million votes.
In the 5 counties that encompass NYC, (Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Richmond & Queens) Clinton received well over 2 million more votes than Trump. (Clinton only won 4 of these counties; Trump won Richmond)
Therefore these 5 counties alone, more than accounted for Clinton winning the popular vote of the entire country.
These 5 counties comprise 319 square miles.
The United States is comprised of 3, 797,000 square miles.
When you have a country that encompasses almost 4 million square miles of territory, it would be ludicrous to even suggest that the vote of those who inhabit a mere 319 square miles should dictate the outcome of a national election.
Large, densely populated Democrat cities (NYC, Chicago, LA, etc) don’t and shouldn’t speak for the rest of our country.
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Just when I Thought They Couldn't Slither Any Lower (a link)

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http://www.mrctv.org/blog/some-liberals-say-gatlinburg-fire-punishment-trump-support
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The War On Cash

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Posted by Charlie Tango on Facebook
War on cash

It’s happening faster than we could have ever imagined.
Every time we turn around, it seems, there’s another major assault in the War on Cash.
India is the most notable recent example-- the embarrassing debacle a few weeks ago in which the government, overnight, “demonetized” its two largest denominations of cash, leaving an entire nation in chaos.
But there have been so many smaller examples.
In the US city of New Orleans, the local government decided earlier this month to stop accepting cash payments from drivers at the Office of Motor Vehicles.
As I wrote to you recently, several branches of Citibank in Australia have stopped dealing in cash altogether.
And former US Treasury Secretary Larry Summers published an article last week stating that “nothing in the Indian experience gives us pause in recommending that no more large notes be created in the United States, Europe, and around the world.”
In other words, despite the India chaos, Summers thinks we should still curtail the $100 bill.
The conclave of the high priests of monetary policy almost invariably sings the same chorus: only criminals and terrorists use high denominations of cash.
Ken Rogoff, Harvard professor and former official at the International Monetary Fund and Federal Reserve, recently published a book blatantly entitled The Curse of Cash.
Ben Bernanke’s called it a “fascinating and important book”.
And, shockingly, a number of reviews on Amazon praise “brilliant” Rogoff’s “visionary concepts” in his “excellent book”.
Rogoff, like most of his colleagues, contends that large bills like the $100 or 500 euro note are only used in “drug trade, extortion, bribes, human trafficking. . .”
In fact they jokingly refer to the 500-euro note as the “Bin Laden” since it’s apparently only used by terrorists.
Give me a break.
My team and I did some of research on this and found some rather interesting data.
It turns out that countries with higher denominations of cash actually have much lower crime rates, including rates of organized crime.
The research was simple; we looked at the World Economic Forum’s competitive rankings that assesses countries’ levels of organized crime, as well as the direct business costs of dealing with crime and violence.
Switzerland, with its 1,000 Swiss franc note (roughly $1,000 USD) has among the lowest levels of organized crime in the world according to the WEF.
Ditto for Singapore, which has a 1,000 Singapore dollar note (about $700 USD).
Japan’s highest denomination of currency is 10,000 yen, worth $88 today. Yet Japan also has extremely low crime rates.
Same for the United Arab Emirates, whose highest denomination is the 1,000 dirham ($272).
If you examine countries with very low denominations of cash, the opposite holds true: crime rates, and in particular organized crime rates, are extremely high.
Consider Venezuela, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa, etc. Organized crime is prevalent. Yet each of these has a currency whose maximum denomination is less than $30.
The same trend holds true when looking at corruption and tax evasion.
Yesterday we wrote to you about Georgia, a small country on the Black Sea whose flat tax prompted tax compliance (and tax revenue) to soar.
It’s considered one of the most efficient places to do business with very low levels of corruption.
And yet the highest denomination note in Georgia is the 500 lari bill, worth about $200. That’s a lot of money in a country where the average wage is a few hundred dollars per month.
Compare that to Malaysia or Uzbekistan, two countries where corruption abounds.
Malaysia’s top cash note is 50 ringgit, worth about $11. And Uzbekistan’s 5,000 som is worth a paltry $1.57.
Bottom line, the political and financial establishments want you to willingly get on board with the idea of abolishing, or at least reducing, cash.
And they’re pumping out all sorts of propaganda to do it, trying to get people to equate crime and corruption with high denominations of cash.
Simply put, the data doesn’t support their assertion. It’s just another hoax that will give them more power at the expense of your privacy and freedom.
Until tomorrow,
Simon Black
Founder, SovereignMan.com
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Da Prez Was On Da TV Whinin'

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Poor wil Bewwy Obamy, evewy network in the country ith on hith thide, except FOX Newth, and ith all the THEIR fault that the dumbocwath wotht!
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Some Things Never Change

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The media has been so busy nit-picking Trump and making excuses for the muslim scumbag at OSU, that they are just beginning to become aware that there have been super destructive wildfires in Tennessee (and elsewhere).
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Notes On Rehafting Tools (replacing handles) (w/pic)

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If you have a hammer or axe handle with a broken-off handle in it, the first thing you need to do is get the remainder of the old handle out. I normally do that by letting any handle stub hang between the jaws of my heaviest vice, so it just barely has room to move. Then I drive the old handle out using an old bolt and a heavy hammer. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE do not follow the advice that I’ve read a time or two and throw the head in a campfire to burn the handle out. That removes the temper and RUINS the tool, unless you’re an expert at retempering.

No doubt, there are better ways to get a handle (haft) in place, but after driving a handle in an axe or hammer head until it’s very tight, I simply use a half-round file to make a very slight groove around the handle, right against the head; then I drive the handle in a bit further. I keep repeating this until the handle extends beyond the tool head the desired distance (1/8” to 1/2”) and then wedge it in place. On picks and such, you pretty much have to drive in the handle (you can do this by thumping it on the ground, or floor), then take the handle back out. Look for marks where the head is tight on the handle and rasp those places down a little. Then you keep repeating the process until the head is where you want it on the handle. You then cut the extension off ¾” or more beyond the handle. (I left about 1-1/4” on my last one) Finish by rasping the edges smooth, so they’ll be less likely to splinter from being thumped around.

I must confess that I’ve only made a handful of handles in my life. I found that I could buy handles cheaply enough that it never paid me to take the time. (That may be changing, now that I’m a poverty-stricken retiree.) Of course, since handles are now made from sawn lumber, rather than split blanks, you really have to inspect the grain carefully before you buy. The least bit of run-out in the grain may cause breakage in the future, especially if the cross-grain is in the half of the handle towards the head. I prefer the grain to run from front to back in the handle, though I HAVE read of folks who prefer side to side. The only problem with front to back grain is that the handle may bow, if left out in the weather. The solution to THAT problem should be obvious.

On those tools where the handle is inserted from the top, like adzes, picks, mattocks, eye hoes, tomahawks, etc., the extension is left above the head to allow for wear and wood shrinkage. If the handle is 100% dry, it may not shrink. However, if you keep the tool for years and use it a lot, there will be some wear, since it isn’t wedged in place, but is only a friction fit. If you were to be using a pick or mattock for old-fashioned excavating, where you would be working a vertical face higher than the blade is long, you may not be able to leave as quite as much handle extended beyond the head, as it may hit the “wall” of the hole. If you’re only working blade deep, as in a flower bed, you could probably get by with more.

A lot of old picks and mattocks that I’ve seen have the protruding handle worn into a dome shape, rather than the straight cut as it began. This is usually from hitting the wall, but is also caused by storing the tool by standing it on dirt or concrete. That allows moisture to wick into the handle and rot off a bit at a time. The same thing can happen with axes and sledge hammers and such. I’ve seen tools where the handle was sound, but the wood in the eye of the tool was too rotten to allow the tool to be used. To prevent that problem, either hang the tool up when not in use, or put a brick or something under the end of the head so the handle stub won’t come in contact with the ground or concrete. It’s best to put something water-proof, like a piece of asphalt shingle atop the brick, too. Naturally, if you store the tool in a building with an above ground wooden floor, there is no concern at all. Incidentally, I’ve seen some really old tools that had shims of tin, rawhide, or leather in the eye to make an otherwise worn-out handle serve a while longer.

On tools that have a handle that fits in the head from the bottom (axes, hammers, etc.), little extension is needed. Since the eyes of those tools normally have a double taper, they are wedged in place. When installing the handle, I’ve learned to take a file and chamfer the top of the wedge slot a little, which makes it easier to start the wedge, once the handle is driven in place. After the wooden wedge is firmly in place, I trim the stub to the desired length. If there’s a gap front to back in the eye, use the little metal wedges made for that purpose and drive them in cross-wise of the wooden wedge. They can usually be placed near the center in a hammer handle. On an axe handle, I use two if any are needed, and place one about an inch from each narrow edge of the handle. If the handle shrinks a little more with time, just drive the handle in deeper and drive the wedge(s) in further.

This article doesn’t cover everything, of course, but if you have any questions, I’ll answer them if I can. © 2016
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Real Vs. On Paper - Fredd Nails It Again (a link)

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http://freddsez.blogspot.com/2016/11/trumps-real-world-vs-obamas-on-paper.html
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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

A Mish-Mash Of Mush-Mosh

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I haven’t got much done this past week, between my cold and the weather. Two days, I did absolutely nothing. I have managed to get a little wood drug up by my wood pile and throw some smaller limbs down by the brush heap, plus trim a couple poles on which I’ll stack small piles of wood (about 1/5 of a face cord). Next year, I may try selling some bundles, as they would bring more money per cord than selling “bulk.” I cleaned some tools out of the back of my truck, in preparation for putting a couple other things in for winter driving. I also whacked the extra length from my mattock handle. I may do a picture and a few comments on the subject later this week. Incidentally, feel free to follow me on Facebook, too. I repost links on religion, politics, homesteading, gardening, survival, prepping and anything else that strikes my fancy. Look for MY name, though, not the blog name.

I found some unopened multi-symptom cough syrup under my bathroom counter which came in handy for a couple days. I had to back off on it, though, as it was making my sinuses TOO dry and seemed to be affecting my sense of smell. My wife’s cooking smelled like she was using a mix of stale olive oil and paraffin to cook with and it nearly made me sick every time she cooked. She just switched to Chinamart butter from the good stuff, though, so it might be that. Then again, I guess I could be pregnant.

Finally, my doc’s office called back yesterday (the 28th), after leaving a message on the 18th for me to call them on the 21st. I called them then, and on the 22nd, and yesterday. It turns out that now that the staff is back to doing their job, the doc is off all week. I’m planning on being in his office when he comes in Tuesday and waiting to see him, even if I have to camp there a couple days. I’m hoping to get some hormone replacement for what my meds (or my age and weight) have killed off so I can resolve a certain problem that I’ve discussed here before. The nurse told me, though, that Medicaid won’t usually cover that sort of thing, and it costs $150 a month if you buy it yourself. Maybe I’ll just get a sex change; Obama would probably pay for it!

It’s supposed to rain here tomorrow, but I’d gladly give it to Tennessee and Israel if I could. Terrorists set the fires in Israel, and they plan on doing the same here, I’ve read. Who knows, some of the ones down south may have been started by ragheads. I’ve said all along that it’s time that we go back to shooting looters and vandals on sight; maybe it’s time we do the same with arsonists, especially if they think that they’ll be rewarded with 72 perpetual virgins. We’d be doing them a favor; don’t you think?

They keep showing the picture and giving the name of the campus cop that killed the latest terrorist at OSU. I guess they want to set him up to be murdered in revenge by another raghead. People have no sense. Of course, what can we expect from folks who probably voted for Killary?

Well, that’s probably as much of my blather and diatribes as you can handle for today; I hope you recover if it was too much. I WILL ask you to pray for the folks where the wildfires are burning, both here and in Israel. May God bless the ones who do so. © 2016
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