Memorial Day 2020

There might not be tiny little American flags at Barrancas National Cemetery, but that’s just window dressing anyway.

We remember. Our John Perry. Capt Nathan Nylander.

All of them.

And thank them all from the bottom of our grateful hearts.

Kathy Kinsley

I was so very shocked and saddened to get a text message from THS that Kathy Kinsley had died.

She was a long time commenter here, and she’d always keep checking in during those times when we had some gaps in posting, and always with grace and class.

She will be missed, and we are very, very sad.

RIP

It’s A Crazy World

Yeah, I’m still here. Been working from home for a month now, and frankly it’s a lot harder than being in the office, the work day never ends.

I hope and pray that all of you are doing well. Whether you are religious or not, the analogy of Easter holds, especially now. We find ourselves in a tomb, don’t we? Whether it be by demand of the government or by problems in life that keep us entombed between our ears, and these days a lot of us are dealing with both, now is the time to roll back that rock at the door and emerge to live anew. You can do it.

God Bless, Dear Friends.

A Lifetime Ago

A lifetime for those there in the horror, and, for so precious many, the final days of their young lives.

Uncommon valor was a common virtue.

Adm Chester Nimitz

The Ad Writes Itself

From the Senate Republican Conference

Impeachment’s Over, But

…tomorrow is another Democratic day.

If you haven’t seen this snappy little video, it’s hilarious. Makes your toes tap, it does. SOUND UP!

Rip Tide

 I was trying to find one page with truth on it.

I couldn’t.

The Rulez Are Different for Democrats

They can’t tell me it’s not true.

Democrats Have Had a Hard Day

Not ONLY do they not have ANY results from their Iowa caucus cluster (nor WILL they until maybe tomorrow morning), but word has broken about the 2020 Host Committee.

“Who’s that?” you ask.

They’re the way-up-the-food-chain Democrats in charge of raising the $70+ million it’s going to cost to stage the Democratic National Convention in Milwaukee, and get ALL those volunteers together to get the thing running. THAT’S who. Money. People. Power.

And they just can’t seem to get along. At ALL…

The two top officials overseeing Milwaukee’s host committee for the 2020 Democratic National Convention were sidelined Monday amid allegations of a toxic work culture. 

In a letter to staff obtained by the Journal Sentinel, the board said it had retained an attorney to investigate “concerns about the work environment” for the Milwaukee 2020 Host Committee.   

During the investigation, Liz Gilbert, president of the host committee, will not be in the office and “will not have direct contact with staff,” the letter says. Adam Alonso, the chief of staff for the group, has been placed on administrative leave, pending the outcome of the probe. 

Both will be paid as the investigation moves forward. The letter gives no timeline when Carmen N. Decot, a partner with Foley & Lardner, will finish her probe. 

The abrupt move comes less than six months before the start of the Democratic National Convention. The host committee — the civic, nonpartisan arm of the convention — is responsible for raising $70 million to stage the July event at Fiserv Forum and recruit some 15,000 volunteers. 

Six months to show time, huh? And the bosses aren’t allowed contact with the staff?

Ever notice how it’s always the ones who lecture and point fingers about mistreatment and “respect” who wind up getting nailed for mistreatment and complete lack of respect? It always is.

It’s also always those same types who are feathering their nests at the expense of whatever public service they are supposed to be providing.

…In interviews with the Journal Sentinel over the weekend, two experienced political hands who have worked with the host committee described it as having a toxic culture rife with power struggles, backbiting and mismanagement.  

They accused the top two officials, Gilbert and Alonso, of giving contracts to their friends in New Jersey, calling meetings and then failing to attend them and being more focused on accumulating power than promoting Milwaukee.

A New Jersey firm with strong ties to the New Jersey Democratic Party, for instance, developed the website for the host committee and manages its email platform. Both Gilbert and Alonso are top-ranking Democratic operatives in that state. 

These assertions come at the same time that Alonso is being accused in his home state of New Jersey of shaking down campaign contributors for his personal consulting business.  

Somebody from New Jersey accused of a shakedown?

Knock me over with a feather.

I’ll Just Leave This Here

Iowa Democratic Party Doing “Quality Control”

…translates to:

HOLY SHIT, that asshole WON?! Hold the phone, we’re COOKIN’ THE BOOKS!”

You KNOW it does.

UPDATE:

UPDATE REDUX:

AY YI YI. No results until Wednesday morning at the earliest, AND Bernie’s camp just released THIS:

According to their internal figures for 40% of polling stations, Joe Biden was getting his clocked cleaned. Now, this is hardly a snapshot of the rest of the state, but it does cause one to rub one’s chin and “Hmmm….” As for Bernie, dropping this bomb after all the other candidates’ premature victory speeches, and on top of the total disaster that is the Iowa Caucuses is a declaration.

Out With a BANG

Nary a whimper.

Those were only coming from the EU haute monde who’d just had their assets handed to them.

I’m Dead

Oh, MAN, this is bust a GUT.

“We Screw the GOOD Guys” Democratic Campaign Slogan

Something happened with an engaged voter and Elizabeth Fauxcahontus Warren today that really got me thinking. Watch this exchange. You may well recognize yourself yelling at the TV in this fellow’s earnest arguments:

As I said in the tweet, she has NO ANSWER for the man. She is completely flustered – speechless at what is a logical and heartfelt series of questions, with examples within his experience to bolster his argument. There is absolutely nothing about his demeanor that’s frightening nor threatening (he maintains a respectful distance as well), but he is most assertive making his final point:

We did the right thing, and we get screwed.

Warren flutters her hands, and he stalks off in disgust. (Probably how you march out to the kitchen or change the channel.) And, yeah. That’s how the plan works.

And it got me thinking, “Wait a dang minute. That’s how ALL of the Democratic plans work, every last candidate, every last plan, about every last thing they opine on. The folks doing the right thing get screwed.

It’s should be the new Democratic Party’s national campaign slogan.

Remember your healthcare? That stuff you used to pay a pricey bit for, that Democrats “fixed” in the dead of night with a stealth maneuver? What are you PAYING now, “paying” being the operative word, because All THESE Democrats want to screw the lot of you PAYING/doing the right thing customers…

“All these,” of course, means every last swinging you-know-what one of them. That’s in addition to the terrific Medicare for All proposals that will sink everyone.

I’m sure we are in complete agreement that the butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-their-mouths protestations of “We don’t want your guns!” is horse poopy of the highest order. From Beto, to Eric Fartswell, to Colorado Democrats, to Gov Coonman and his merry bunch of Virginia bandits – they are ALL COMING FOR YOUR GUNS.

Your legal guns, from you, America’s hundreds of MILLIONS of law abiding, gun owning, non-mass murdering citizens. Democrats are happily screwing the “doing the right thing” crowd.

And they are making no bones about it.

Everything is “hate speech,” “misogynist,” or “racist” if you disagree. Easy to shut down legitimate dissension when you resort to shrieking, insult, and innuendo. Go after someone’s job or kids if you have to get them to shut-up. SCREW THAT GUY!! Even if it’s the wrong guy.

What kind of disgusting patriarchal ass complains when a crazy homeless person takes a dump in the aisle of his family store, or pees on the sidewalk in front of the five year old waiting for the bus? YOU DIDN’T PAY FOR THAT SIDEWALK!! DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT THE MENTALLY CHALLENGED?!?!

What’s a little Black Plague between friends?

SCREW YOU, taxpayer.

Remember when you voted and, if the guy you liked got enough votes, and took enough states for the Electoral College to tip his way, the idea was that that person WON? Remember? Good times, good times.

Not that Democrats aren’t padding the system as best they can.

As of March 30, 2018, in California, about 1,001,000 immigrants have obtained driver’s licenses. I’m sure NONE of them vote, right? None of the new New York state illegal driving public will vote, either. winkwinknodnodsaynomoresaynomore Vote by mail is big in red states. Wonder why. I’ll bet every single one of those is legit as legit can be.

But it’s not enough for Democrats, coming in sideways to take the ballot box. Oh, hell, no.

Adam Schiff declared yesterday that he is coming for your election.

Yurp. Everything you’ve done right, from be 18 years old, and hold a valid ID as a law abiding citizen of this country, that goggle eyed bastard says counts for naught. Because ORANGE MAN BAD.

That such a sentiment could even be spoken by a member of either party of Congress, less mind in what is supposed to be the highest, most serious undertaking of those formerly august bodies is the symbol of how deranged they all are, how little the Constitution means to any of them, and how little the rights of their fellow Americans count when standing in the way of their power grab.

The Democrats are ALL running on screwing you out of your money, your right to speak your mind, your guns, and your freedom. There is not a single facet of American, truly AMERICAN life, that isn’t under siege right now, and they are boldly going forth with their claws out to snatch away what they can. They only thing standing between freedom as we know it and the domination of a tyrannical, unstable ideology is our raised voices, those guns, and those precious votes.

Screw them.

When a Second Amendment Rally Attended by Tens of Thousands Goes HORRIBLY…

right.

A story in pictures…

!!!

In Presidential Contention News: Fauxcahontus

…has seemingly self eliminated, no?

Survey says: YES.

Lemme count the ways…

A Musical Dedication

…based on current events and breaking news.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BINGLEY!!

Another year gone, and more wisdom gained.

You are our inspiration, our intellectual leader, and our idol.

Never change.

“Did You Get Your Pen?”

*giggle giggle smirk*

What a frickin’ disgrace.

And If They Should

…run out of cake?

 I’ll have the chicken then, please.

NOBODY Touches the Toys

NO. BODY.

The Claws Are Starting to Come Out

…but it will never be a frontal attack with these people.

And it begs the question whether the Sanders folks were just slow off the mark getting the shivs ready, and Fauxcahontas beat them to a leak.

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I’m DYING here…

Perhaps Sean King should just sit this one out…

Some Days

I had one of those days today. Started out with a couple vague objectives in mind – get the scruffy Scottie to the groomer, look for some ancient replacement Revere Ware at the local junk stores, drop a crying shame load of shoes, etc, off at the Waterfront Mission (check there for the pots, too). Wait for major dad to get home,so we could take a load of not-so-loved hardcovers to the local used bookstore. That kind of day.

Well, drop the shaggy dog off, check. Wandered up to an “antique” mall on Mobile Highway, and found a few treasures, including a cool kitteh for the Japanese Maple. (Doesn’t YOURS have one? What a pity.) Hit the donation drive through at the Mission, AND wandered through the store. What has become of 1950’s Revere Ware? A year ago I could name my pot, and VOILA! $7! Now, I can’t find the damn things! WHO. ARE. YOU. PEOPLE TAKING MY STUFF?!?!?!

Headed home, and unloaded my treasures, with major dad – back from the gym – making all the appropriate noises of approval.

Grabbed the 15 pound sack of hard covers, and off we went.

Now, I’ve sent him and Ebola over the years with boxes and bags full of books, but, sad to say, I’ve never actually even gotten as far as the parking lot, less mind INSIDE the store. Today, however, I was on a mission. I’ve got almost a complete set of Hornblowers, but damn if one volume from one publisher isn’t becoming a massive pain in the derriere getting ahold of. I figured I might just find it.

What a wonderous store. Lo and behold, my sack o’ offerings got me FIFTEEN DOLLARS AND CHANGE in credit! YOWSAHS!

And didn’t the lady-in-the-know drag me straight to the “Sea Stories” section. Well, hello. There WAS Lord Hornblower, but. Wrong publisher. Waah. Waah.

Never one to let a good chunk of change go to waste, I thought I’d check for one book I’d almost bought at another antique store, and check for work from yet another author, since I’d decided it’s time to burnish my “Southern” reading credentials. There she was – a paperback edition of “Cross Creek” by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Okay, and…here’s a hardcover Eudora Welty! Only one, and that’s okay, because that’s all I need to get reading. I snatch it off the shelf, too. After making sure major dad hadn’t seen anything he simply must have (I AM willing to share my bounty, contrary to SOME opinions.), I trot up front happier than a clam, and am still – after settling accounts – $12.06 to the upside (They found another book for credit in the bottom of my bag as I was checking out – CHA CHING). #score

Get home, clean the dirt off the terra cotta cat…

…wonder why the Scottie wasn’t done at the groomers yet, and start to gently work the price stickers off the books. I don’t care if I paid $2 or $200 for a book, I don’t want ANY sticker, nor any sticker GOO, on my covers. GRRRR.

They cleaned up real good.

Then I opened the Welty.

And about dropped the damn thing.

Picked it up, and about dropped it again.

Then did a little Googling out of curiosity’s sake, to see if…well…yup.

That was her.

So a first edition, with a lovely personal note from the author. For, basically…free.

major dad thinks in terms of dollars and cents on this one, but, spook that I am, I see a sign.

A “You get writing, girl” kinda sign. Wouldn’t you say?

Messages from beyond. That’s pretty Southern, no?

I’m all about the signs.

What Kids SHOULD Be Doing

And I salute their parents.

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