Obama Versus Chamberlain Churchill

History Repeats Itself...


I haven't bothered to comment on President Obama's cowtowing, appeasing speech to and from the Muslim/Arab world last week because his Speech left me "Speechless."

After all the crap he's delivered in the name of "the American People" it really pissed me off to see him standing there in Normandy yesterday desecrating the memory of all the honorable men that were wounded or died there 65 years ago.

I guess the Jews have similar sentiments regarding his lies about his family ties to liberating the people held in German prison camps and his use of that poor old guy with the wild hair as a photo opportunity ...but in spite of the UN and the liberals I'll let the Hebrew's take care of themselves.

Any way...

What a maroon...

What an ultra-maroon we have for a President.

Back to my point this morning...I've become a bit of a Winston Churchill fan over the past twenty years because by accident (in other words...in SPITE of my public schooled government education) I've discovered what a HUGE influence he had over saving Europe from the German aggressions and how instrumental he was in forcing the isolationist liberal elites and politicians here in the United States to join the war effort in Europe.

Besides his well deserved place in world history, Churchill was an intellectual genius and a great artist, painter, and orator--one of my personal hero's today because I aspire to be all of those same things although I'm afraid I continue to fall quite short of his standards.

My blog idols--the guys over at Powerline-- reminded me of the words Winston Churchill wrote after Neville Chamberlain signed the Munich Agreement with Hitler's Germany in August 1938.

The funny thing to me was that while the agreement basically ceeded land to Germany from the Czech's, and representatives from most of Europe attended the "conference", the Czechs weren't invited and DIDN'T SIGN.

That's sort of where I feel like most "average Americans" are today as Obama runs around the world spewing bullshit.

I certainly didn't sign up to have his words uttered on my behalf.

Take a look at these parts of Churchill's comments in blue while I add my own modern insertions in red:

"Silent, mournful, abandoned, broken, Czechoslovakia Israel receded into darkness. She has suffered in every respect by her association with the Western democracies and the League of Nations United Nations."

"But they [the people] have no power," he said. "...there can never be friendship between the British democracy Americans and the Nazi power...the Radical Muslim Nations... which derives perverted pleasure from persecution...and uses with pitless brutality the threat of murderous force."

He ended his speech in the House of Commons by describing the Munich Agreement as "only the beginning of the reckoning. This is only the first sip, the first foretaste of a bitter cup which will be proffered to us year by year unless by a supreme recovery of moral health and martial vigour, we arise again and take our stand for freedom as in the olden time."

Where are men like Churchill when we need them today?

James Gregory

Last Minute Entertainment...


You may be amazed to learn that Pat and I haven't been to a Theater to see a movie since we left Atlanta in 2003, and though we've spent a good deal of time in "Community Theaters" watching plays I was either acting in or designing/building the sets for we also haven't paid to see a concert since the Atlanta days either.

I think the last live national act we saw was Blue Oyster Cult at a street festival in West Virginia three or four years ago also.

Fast forward to last week when I heard on the radio that southern comedian James Gregory was at the comedy club about three miles from the house here on the banks of the Mighty Tennesse river.

I've heard him on the radio for years and saw him the first time at the Punch Line in Atlanta about 1996 and enjoyed his material, so after dinner and drinks last night I couldn't stand it any longer...we wandered by and got two of the last half dozen seats available for the 7 PM show and I laughed my ass off of near an hour.

Here's a look at his style:

REVELATION AND CONFESSIONS

Why I NEVER...

voted Democrat because I love the fact that I can now marry whatever I want. I've decided to marry my boat.

voted Democrat because I believe oil companies' profits of 4% on a gallon of gas are obscene but the government taxing the same gallon of gas at 15% isn't.

voted Democrat because I believe the government will do a better job of spending the money I earn than I ever would.

voted Democrat because freedom of speech is fine as long as nobody is offended by it.

voted Democrat because when we pull out of Iraq I trust that the bad guys will stop what they're doing because they now think we're good people.

voted Democrat because I'm way too irresponsible to own a gun, and I know that my local police are all I need to protect me from murderers and thieves.

voted Democrat because I believe that people who can't tell us if it will rain on Friday can tell us that the polar ice caps will melt away in ten years if I don't start driving a Prius.

voted Democrat because I'm not concerned about the slaughter of millions of babies so long as we keep all death row inmates alive.

voted Democrat because I believe that business should not be allowed to make profits for themselves. They need to break even and give the rest away to the government for redistribution as IT sees fit.

voted Democrat because I believe liberal judges need to rewrite The Constitution every few days to suit some fringe kooks who would never get their agendas past the voters.

voted Democrat because my head is so firmly planted up my ass that it is unlikely that I'll ever have another point of view.


"A Liberal is a person who will give away everything they don't own."


(Thanks for the link Rodge over at http://curmudgeonlyskeptical.blogspot.com/)

"Homogeneous Versus Heterogeneous Nucleation In Steam Systems"

I've Just Learned It's Actually Not A Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgendered Social Issue...


That's what I spent my day looking at...a Canadian Master's Degree Candidate's Thesis addressing the phenomena called a BLEVE (Boiling Liquid Expanding Vapor Explosion) and the underlying physics and phenomena details.

The visiting kids and their toddler wandered off to explore on their own and Pat and I and Missy the Turbo Pup are relaxing in silence and heading out for drinks and dinner.

Anyone know about the Rayleigh method of calculating the growth and collapse of bubbles in things like your beer and champaign and club soda...or in my case a gaint steam system that can explode and peal your skin off your arms and rupture your spleen and eyeballs?

I'm figuring it all out, and details to follow once I understand things.

Have a nice weekend...If you will...

Pool Full...Air Compressor Dead

Leaf Blower Operator Escapes With Scalp and Skin...


Dang it...It's supposed to rain all day today again here on the banks of the Mighty Tennessee River.

As a result our idiot with the leaf blower lawn maintenance technician showed up a day early so I had to cover the partially filled pool and move all of my deck and fence building supplies and debris around out of his way.

I instructed him to stay two feet away from the pool with the weed eater and leave the carport untouched with the leaf blower.

For his own safety and welfare he dutifully complied.

I guess a shaggy headed, ever greying, ever balding middle aged man brandishing a 2x4 still has some clout in our society today.

With company in town, a lull in injuneering consulting deadlines, and the injured air compressor my productivity has been reduced to things you can do on the sofa and Google time spent in front of the computer.

I'm so lazy I don't even feel like bitching about President Obama Rama Ding Dang who according to news reports and White House briefings has suddenly discovered his Muslim heritage now a half year after the election was over with.

As I understand it he's currently on a tour through the Middle East shaking left handed and showing the Emirs and Princes and Kings the bottoms of his tan feet (you have to know something about insults in Arab countries to get that joke.)

Me personally, I'd still like to bubble wrap and crate up Obamarama and Reid and Pelosi and McCain and the fence sitting senators from Pennsylvania and South Carolina (and toss in Madd Jack Murtha's eyebrows just for fun) and ship the entire gaggle of lieing fools down to somewhere like Haiti or Cuba and let them "hoist" their bed wetting, sniveling, booger eating tree hugging socialist agenda on someone that could actually USE it and WANTs it and might actually DESERVE it.

(Obama says we can't "hoist" our Western values on the Muslim nations...but I digress...)

Any way, then they'd possibly leave me and my wallet alone because they'd finally be living somewhere where there actually is a "healthcare crisis" and a "wage gap."

I can hope and dream...can't I?

Time for a nap I guess...

Air Compressor Still Limping

Pool Near Full


Oh...I don't know...where to start this morning?

Of course I couldn't just run over to Home Depot yesterday and buy a couple feet of hose and some hose clamps and come home 20 minutes later...things only come out that way something like 1 out of 100 trips and I'd already had my lucky single repair part purchasing trip sometime earlier in 2009.

This time the difficulty was because HD no longer has the hose selection they once carried and I needed small 1/4" diameter hose capable of handling 110 PSI of pressure.

Clear vinyl aquarium tubing wouldn't cut it, so on down the road to Lowe's we went.

They had exactly what I wanted--all $0.60 worth--and after rummaging around to find the hose clamps (two isles over) I was on my way with Pat and the Turbo Pup in tow.

Makes sense to me to sell tubing on one isle in plumbing and clamps in the garden or lumber department, doesn't it? Using the same logic I think WalMart should start selling boxer shorts in the shoe department and socks in automotive.

So any way, then the guy at the register fumbled around getting the price on the hose and in the process FAILED TO PUT IT IN THE BAG with the weed killer and other odds and ends we purchased and we didn't notice until we were back home and I started working.

So then we had to go BACK to Lowe's to retrieve my 60 cent hose.

Long story even longer...an hour and a half later my thirty minute shopping trip was complete and within another twenty minutes I had cut out the bad section of aluminum tubing and spliced in the new flexible section of tubing.

Both of the new clamped connections held for...OH...about 45 seconds before the one that is hardest to reach decided to blow apart.

Possessing the vast experience gained by opening the compressor housing earlier, the follow up repairs were completed again in less than five minutes with an extra bit of torque applied to all four hose clamps in the jury rigged temporary air passage.

I reassembled the housing and this time managed to blow up the entire top ring of the little cheep above ground pool before again having my air plumbing system suffer a rupture after about a minute and one half of operation.

The poor thing (the compressor) spent the night on the carport in it's feverish condition because I didn't have the patience to open it all back up again and by then it was near 90 degrees in the back yard and my face and head was melting in the sun.

I took the rest of the afternoon off and cooked a couple of my soon to be internationally famous pizzas for our guests and after the toddler and the Turbo Pup called a truce and sat down at the same coffee table everyone chowed down.

A few beers and a cigar later and I was done for the evening.

Today the Turbo Pup and I have the house to ourselves as Pat escorts the guests to that tourist hell known as Gatlinburg to do the Ripley's Aquarium and eat queer things like funnel cakes and buy trinkets you never knew you couldn't do without.

I'm going back to bed as soon as they leave...see y'all later...

Veni, Vidi, Vici Vamoose

Back From The Middle Of Nowhere


Ah yes...quaint yet rural Tennessee.

Ya gotta love it if you're from there or if you're retired and want to live on three acres in the mountains for the price of a half acre lot here in Knoxtown on the banks of the Mighty Tennessee River.

Problem is that living in Wartburg and similar places (like where Mom lives in LA) causes you to have to drive 20 miles to find a Kroger or a Walmart, and I'm not sure I'm ready to do that unless the place is surrounded by water like our little Island on the Georgia Coast was.

On the construction front, my pancake air compressor crapped out on Sunday afternoon and I didn't diagnose the problem--a broken metal outlet tube--untill late yesterday.

I though I was going to be nailgunless until the parts arrived from Sears next Monday, but I've figured out how to do a short term fix with some more rubber tubing and a couple of hose clamps so it's off to Home Depot for parts and a million pounds of bagged play sand to put under and around the Turbo Pup's little 10'x30" above ground pool.

We had one of those last year with no structure and the inflatable ring around the top to keep the water in and I bought a new one on the internet for cheap to use this year with the old filter pump which we saved.

Meetings In The Morning

Construction In The Afternoon...


Anybody know where "Wartburg" is in Tennessee?

I'm going there this morning and I'll let you know once I find out.