It seems that the 1-800 number for Obummer care is 1-800-318-2596.
If you spell that out it is 1-800-F1UCKYO.
It appears that this is the first hint of truth coming from the Obummer administration.
10/08/2013
10/07/2013
Shutdown
I've matured in my curmudgeonly take on life in general and politics in particular. I think this evolution in my though processes started when I realized that the Gotterdammerung all but inevitable. I say "all but" because while I believe that it is possible to pull our national nuts out of the fire, I realize that nearly nobody wants to do that now. The powers that be are more interested in being first in line for the looting of America and are getting what they can, while the getting is still good.
Be that as it may, the government shut down has provided me with some small amusement. Jeff Reed's comment that, “The sad reality is … Obama sent more guards to keep WWII vets from entering their memorial than he sent to Benghazi.” was good for a chuckle.
The utter ridiculousness of the Obummer (lack of competent) administration borders on criminal. The WWII vets in their wheelchairs "fighting the man" to enter a free memorial is simultaneously inspiring, pathetic and symbolic of things to come. It's inspiring. Hero's resisting tyranny, stirs the soul of Americans.
It's pathetic because the entire reason the monument was closed was to "create pain" for the average American. Keep that in mind, always. The government allegedly doesn't have enough money for its essential functions, but it does have money to shut down unstaffed attractions and scenic overlooks. Our government that (they believe) is so essential for the American people, actually has to create ways and spend money it claims not to have, in order to "create pain" so we will notice they are shut down. We as an electorate allow it. Pathetic.
A few geezers with their wheelchairs and walkers demonstrated that the Vacationer in Chief is as impotent as their ninety-eighty year old wieners. No doubt a few of them needed a hit on the oxygen mask after the exertion. Unfortunately this is a sign of things to come. There are fewer Americans willing to stand up and say NO to the government. As time goes on the independent and self reliant are replaced with the fearful and complacent. The patriot who thinks and acts for himself is being replaced with the bumbling bureaucrat, who is "just doing my job".
Bill Maher can mock the vets all he likes. They fought for him to have that right. Perhaps the greatest generation wasn't all that bright, after all they gave us the baby boomers, like Maher. The hypocrisy is nauseating. If Obummer were a white republican he would be openly mocked on every tv and radio channel in the free world. Obummer is not white. He is not mocked. It is sacrilege to speak the truth in America.
Be that as it may, the government shut down has provided me with some small amusement. Jeff Reed's comment that, “The sad reality is … Obama sent more guards to keep WWII vets from entering their memorial than he sent to Benghazi.” was good for a chuckle.
The utter ridiculousness of the Obummer (lack of competent) administration borders on criminal. The WWII vets in their wheelchairs "fighting the man" to enter a free memorial is simultaneously inspiring, pathetic and symbolic of things to come. It's inspiring. Hero's resisting tyranny, stirs the soul of Americans.
It's pathetic because the entire reason the monument was closed was to "create pain" for the average American. Keep that in mind, always. The government allegedly doesn't have enough money for its essential functions, but it does have money to shut down unstaffed attractions and scenic overlooks. Our government that (they believe) is so essential for the American people, actually has to create ways and spend money it claims not to have, in order to "create pain" so we will notice they are shut down. We as an electorate allow it. Pathetic.
A few geezers with their wheelchairs and walkers demonstrated that the Vacationer in Chief is as impotent as their ninety-eighty year old wieners. No doubt a few of them needed a hit on the oxygen mask after the exertion. Unfortunately this is a sign of things to come. There are fewer Americans willing to stand up and say NO to the government. As time goes on the independent and self reliant are replaced with the fearful and complacent. The patriot who thinks and acts for himself is being replaced with the bumbling bureaucrat, who is "just doing my job".
Bill Maher can mock the vets all he likes. They fought for him to have that right. Perhaps the greatest generation wasn't all that bright, after all they gave us the baby boomers, like Maher. The hypocrisy is nauseating. If Obummer were a white republican he would be openly mocked on every tv and radio channel in the free world. Obummer is not white. He is not mocked. It is sacrilege to speak the truth in America.
10/04/2013
Soup For Sluts
It's funny.
At least is funnier than all the snow I'm taking a break from shoveling.
Enjoy the link.
35 Most Unfortunate Names for Food Products...Ever.
At least is funnier than all the snow I'm taking a break from shoveling.
Enjoy the link.
35 Most Unfortunate Names for Food Products...Ever.
10/03/2013
My Mother
My mother is a conundrum for me. I've learned how to see where she is coming from and I've come to figure out a little of how she thinks. SOMETIMES. I also learned how to have an adult relationship with her. The way this works in real life, is that Mrs. Ipsa spends an hour or so each week on the phone with her and relates any information and/or family gossip, that I may find useful. This keeps me informed of family info that I need, and keeps me from having to deal with her too often. It's a system that has been perfected over 16 years and I like it.
Normally this is a great system and it has worked wonders. Living over 1,000 miles apart can be a good thing too. Saturday night at dinner the whole damn deal went straight to hell. The main problem was that my parents were here in person and there was no filter form mom's mind to her mouth.
My great grandmother and I were very close. From the time I was 5 years old I spent a part of every summer "up north". In high school and college, I would take my girlfriends to meet her. In college this was a great benefit if I was half way interested in a girl. I had a weekend getaway that I could take a girl out to, complete with a cook, house keeper and second opinion. I valued that second opinion. If I was thinking about getting serious about someone they had to make a couple of trips with me to visit Gram. Even though she lived several hours away, she met more of my girlfriends than my parents did, even when I was living with them. This is still a bit of a sore point for mom.
My mom's offense was bringing up, and exaggerating a comment my grandmother made. At the time I was dating The Perfect Blond (TPB). I was serious about TPB. I met TPB shortly after what could be called my Meatloaf romance. TPB wasn't the hottest girl I was ever with, she was a solid 6. What made the "P" of TPB was we were soul mates. We enjoyed a connection with each that was incredible. People who didn't even know us felt a need to comment on our relationship and how "in love" we were. Someplace out there is a picture of us on a college recruiting magazine, the idea being that if you come to this school, you too can be this lucky in love.
That relationship didn't work out. It blew up. The person to blame for that is me. Yes, at the end, she made some irreversible decisions that I would not live with, and ultimately could not forgive. Her choices were a response to my actions. I didn't lead properly, and I didn't maintain my integrity. It was my fault. Nobody that knew us, knew that at the time, including her family. I doubt that they know it now.
Grandma is long dead. A quarter of a century ago she made a comment to my parents that she thought TPB "just wanted to get married". That's the whole comment. Maybe she said it in a semi disapproving or a flat tone. At dinner, in front of my wife and kids, my mother had to bring up TPB and how much my grandmother disliked her. Then she asked me if Gram was right and how lucky I was etc.
I wouldn't lie. I never gave mom an answer to her questions. My wife noticed and looked away. My son, never knew there were any other females in my life, or that it was possible to love anyone other than his mother. This morning my little daughter asked why I don't love her mommy.
Two years after I was married to Mrs. Ipsa I ran into TPB's mom and dad at a function. My name was in the program as someone who gave enough money to meet the speaker. Her parents sought me out. They were impressed with my job and how well I was doing. They asked me to get back in touch with TPB and were handing me her number. That's when I pulled my left hand from my pocket to take the paper her mom was offering. In that exact moment TPB's father saw my wedding ring and forcibly pulled his wife's arm back. He pulled her away from me and they beat a hasty exit. I laughed as they were running off. I told them that I wished TPB well and give her my best.
I do wish her well. I hope her life is working out. I hope that for all the girls I knew before.
For the record:
Normally this is a great system and it has worked wonders. Living over 1,000 miles apart can be a good thing too. Saturday night at dinner the whole damn deal went straight to hell. The main problem was that my parents were here in person and there was no filter form mom's mind to her mouth.
My great grandmother and I were very close. From the time I was 5 years old I spent a part of every summer "up north". In high school and college, I would take my girlfriends to meet her. In college this was a great benefit if I was half way interested in a girl. I had a weekend getaway that I could take a girl out to, complete with a cook, house keeper and second opinion. I valued that second opinion. If I was thinking about getting serious about someone they had to make a couple of trips with me to visit Gram. Even though she lived several hours away, she met more of my girlfriends than my parents did, even when I was living with them. This is still a bit of a sore point for mom.
My mom's offense was bringing up, and exaggerating a comment my grandmother made. At the time I was dating The Perfect Blond (TPB). I was serious about TPB. I met TPB shortly after what could be called my Meatloaf romance. TPB wasn't the hottest girl I was ever with, she was a solid 6. What made the "P" of TPB was we were soul mates. We enjoyed a connection with each that was incredible. People who didn't even know us felt a need to comment on our relationship and how "in love" we were. Someplace out there is a picture of us on a college recruiting magazine, the idea being that if you come to this school, you too can be this lucky in love.
That relationship didn't work out. It blew up. The person to blame for that is me. Yes, at the end, she made some irreversible decisions that I would not live with, and ultimately could not forgive. Her choices were a response to my actions. I didn't lead properly, and I didn't maintain my integrity. It was my fault. Nobody that knew us, knew that at the time, including her family. I doubt that they know it now.
Grandma is long dead. A quarter of a century ago she made a comment to my parents that she thought TPB "just wanted to get married". That's the whole comment. Maybe she said it in a semi disapproving or a flat tone. At dinner, in front of my wife and kids, my mother had to bring up TPB and how much my grandmother disliked her. Then she asked me if Gram was right and how lucky I was etc.
I wouldn't lie. I never gave mom an answer to her questions. My wife noticed and looked away. My son, never knew there were any other females in my life, or that it was possible to love anyone other than his mother. This morning my little daughter asked why I don't love her mommy.
Two years after I was married to Mrs. Ipsa I ran into TPB's mom and dad at a function. My name was in the program as someone who gave enough money to meet the speaker. Her parents sought me out. They were impressed with my job and how well I was doing. They asked me to get back in touch with TPB and were handing me her number. That's when I pulled my left hand from my pocket to take the paper her mom was offering. In that exact moment TPB's father saw my wedding ring and forcibly pulled his wife's arm back. He pulled her away from me and they beat a hasty exit. I laughed as they were running off. I told them that I wished TPB well and give her my best.
I do wish her well. I hope her life is working out. I hope that for all the girls I knew before.
For the record:
- Married 16 years, faithful 16 years.
- I know that my life would have been different if I had married TPB. Among other things my kids would be mostly raised now, instead of just starting their schooling.
- That incident 14 years ago is a close to renewing contact with TPB as I've ever come.
- My parents next visit will be too damn soon.
10/02/2013
Save Time, Groan Now
In 1957, several cities were vying to host the 1964 Winter Olympics. Candidates had been eliminated to the point where the only two left were Singapore and Nevers, France. The French venue had an obvious advantage for the games, but the Singaporeans were eager to host the games in their country, so they developed a snow-making machine. Because of technical glitches, the machine produced snow only part of the time. The rest of the time it produced steam, and you can't ski on steam. So they made a last-ditch effort to perfect the machine, knowing that the deadline for a decision from the committee was nigh.
To bring moral support and entertainment to the workers, they brought in Elvis Presley, who mounted the stage and said, "Well, today's the day your machine must produce snow. If it belches out steam, the games will go to France. So this is it. It's snow, or Nevers."
To bring moral support and entertainment to the workers, they brought in Elvis Presley, who mounted the stage and said, "Well, today's the day your machine must produce snow. If it belches out steam, the games will go to France. So this is it. It's snow, or Nevers."
10/01/2013
West Virginia
From West Virginia, where the cops are bored and the weirdo's run scared.
From the bored cops file.
That said, the USA is full of sexual perversion. I would even go so far as to argue that those practices are damaging to our society. Fair enough? I think so. Does this situation rise to the level of needing police involvement? No.
Lets break it down:
5 years ago when Kelcey was 23 years old he married a women that was old enough to have a 16 year old daughter. The story doesn't tell us how old the mother was but assuming she had to be at least 13 to conceive that would make her at least 29 at the time and at least 34 now, but probably a couple of years older. Kelcey is a bit odd in wanting an older women, fair enough, not criminal. Today his "wife" no doubt looks older and less attractive and her daughter looks, I gonna say better. We've got pictures of the daughter but not the mom. Apparently the daughter is up for this sort of thing, no word on how mom feels. Kelcey is weird. Unless this fling has been going on for more than 3 years, Kelcey isn't a criminal. He is a weirdo, a pervert maybe, and a glutton for punishment if he is with both mom and daughter. I'm not fix'n to have him around my family, but that doesn't mean he should spend the next 15 years in jail.
From the bored cops file.
Police in West Virginia have charged a man and his step daughter with incest despite the fact that they aren't related by blood and are both over the age of consent and they now face up to 15-years in prison.
Nicholas County authorities charged Kelcey Nicholas, 28 and his 21-year-old stepdaughter Lataura Jarrett with incest after Sheriff David Hopkins decided to cite the inclusive definition of 'daughter' in state law.
Nicholas married Jarrett's mother five years ago and authorities allege that she calls him 'father', and the pair were arrested having sex after Sgt. W.K. Shafer and State Police Cpl. D.P. White traveled to their home on September 19th to arrest Nicholas for a home confinement charge.In West Virginia if you get divorced, are you still cousins? I'm very much in favor of traditional marriage. I support it, as a legal concept, as a church concept and as the corner stone of civilization. Heterosexual monogamous marriage, RAH, RAH, RAH! Go nuclear family! Make and raise babies! Yea procreation!
That said, the USA is full of sexual perversion. I would even go so far as to argue that those practices are damaging to our society. Fair enough? I think so. Does this situation rise to the level of needing police involvement? No.
Lets break it down:
5 years ago when Kelcey was 23 years old he married a women that was old enough to have a 16 year old daughter. The story doesn't tell us how old the mother was but assuming she had to be at least 13 to conceive that would make her at least 29 at the time and at least 34 now, but probably a couple of years older. Kelcey is a bit odd in wanting an older women, fair enough, not criminal. Today his "wife" no doubt looks older and less attractive and her daughter looks, I gonna say better. We've got pictures of the daughter but not the mom. Apparently the daughter is up for this sort of thing, no word on how mom feels. Kelcey is weird. Unless this fling has been going on for more than 3 years, Kelcey isn't a criminal. He is a weirdo, a pervert maybe, and a glutton for punishment if he is with both mom and daughter. I'm not fix'n to have him around my family, but that doesn't mean he should spend the next 15 years in jail.
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