Congressional "Hearings"

I Think That These Idiots Mostly Have a Bad Case of "Hearing AIDS"


I've been meaning to mention this for a while now but by the time I wandered from the TV to the Fridge to refresh my drink and made it back to the computer keyboard I had forgotten half the things that I wanted to complain about...

and this morning I remembered it finally because Matt Drudge over at Drudge Report had a link to this story about the current Congressional Freak Show going on with the elected idiots calling the owners of private businesses--in this case Airlines--to Washington DC in order to question them about their pricing practices.


Let me say "THIS" about "THAT"...

("THAT" Being Congress having the audacity to once again try to tell managers and stockholders how to run their businesses)

I've spent a buttload of money and time flying on commercial aircraft since about 1978 right after they "deregulated" the US airlines.

When I started flying almost everyone took a bath and dressed up in a suit and tie before they came to the airport and every flight over the length of about 15 minutes included a three course meal and two martinis.

Just around then they had already "de-regulated" the airlines and under the auspices of President Jimmuh "smile when you say that" Carter it proceeded to become a strange new uncharted world in the airline industry.

Since then, just like riding on a NY Subway or a MARTA train in Atlanta or Amtrak or a Greyhound bus cross country, the lower fares offered by the airlines have resulted in the average business traveler being subjected to a large slice of humanity which many times should be sequestered living in a Circus Freak Show rather than flying along at 33,000 feet complaining because they had to pay extra to bring their Trampoline, Bong, Trombone and a box of rotting Organic Vegetables on board to stow in the overhead compartments for free.

And don't even get me started writing about having to sit beside a sweaty "super sized" man in a Addis Tank Top that oozes and overflows over my armrest and into the isle.

Here's the bottom line.

Jet aircraft cost money, and have limited range and capacity based on the weight and contents contained therein.

Further, flying said weight and contents and loading and unloading same costs airlines money in the form of fuel costs and wear and tear on the airframe.

It's just that simple.

Thus, in my considered Redneck opinion I don't mind walking up to the check in counter (fully clothed) with my laptop bag and boarding a plane for $xxx.xx while the person beside me hanging over the armrests smoking the bong, playing the Trombone, and jumping on the carry on Trampoline pays $50 or $100 extra for the service provided.

Likewise, when I board an airliner with a week worth of clothes and scuba gear in checked baggage and a case of duty free Jamaican Rum and a decorated Coconut in my carry on bag I don't consider it unreasonable to be charged extra for my presence between the upright seat backs and tray tables (I've done something similar to that a couple of times years ago.)

Everyone should just shut up and get over their government inspired beliefs that they now have a right to cheap air travel just like free healthcare and all of the other crap the Imperial Federal Government of the By-God United States of 'Merica wants to promise today.

The airlines are a business, and they have the right to fail or succeed based on the decisions of their management and their stockholders...

not the whims of some bald headed elected Congressional asshole listening to the whining of people that have the option of walking or riding a horse or driving or riding Greyhound or Amtrak to get to where ever it is they are going...

or how about them just staying home smoking their bong and jumping on their Trampoline and letting me enjoy my cheap flight.

Is it just Me?

Takin' The Morning Off Again Today...

I'm Playing In Watching The British Open


Here's a look at what I'd probably look like if I played golf...







Heh...

Life Is...

What You Make Of It I guess...


I'm sorry to say that I'm a bit short on words this morning.

Nothing really that serious by many people's standards or medical or anything like that, but I was slammed with a professional setback yesterday that has me once again having to re-evaluate my future.

AGAIN...

I'm getting too old for this stuff in a way, but then after owning four different corporations with two different business partners over the past 20 years I should know by now that no matter what...

Anything is possible.

Just like piloting an airplane solo (which I have) or sailing a ship solo offshore out of sight of land (which I have), when you start getting all comfortable and cozy and think you have things under control and you know what you're doing...WHAM...

Storm clouds pop up on the horizon and you have to make critical choices.

Turn back to port?

Try to go around the storm?

Or just maintain your course and heading and sail right through the rain and wind and waves and hail.

Right now I have the throttle wide open and I'm holding my course because I've come too far to turn back or change direction right now.

I just didn't have this situation on the radar until the past week and it's turned out to be a bumpy ride.

I'll get through it...wish me luck...if you will, and I'll be back here later with some more ranting and raving when I have the time.

New Underwear

Boxers Or Briefs?


So I was sitting here this morning looking at my "middle aged to-do" list.

By "middle aged" I don't mean anything like a "bucket list" where you write down the stuff you do before you die.

MY PERSONAL "middle aged to-do" list...something of my own creation every week or so...includes things like this (and I'm not making this up):

#1 Shave/Trim Beard

#2 Build 4 valves

#3 Pool Filter Parts

#4 Cut Tree off of Roof

#5 Underwear

#6 Cologne

#7 Black Ink Cartridge

There was some other personal and professional (or un-professional depending on your point of view) stuff on there I'm omitting this morning for the purposes of clarity and brevity and because I don't want anyone thinking "eewwwwwwww" but still...

Seriously...

I have deodorant, so don't be too afraid but I am out of Cologne right now and have been for several weeks.

Comes from being old and in a relationship I guess.

And I have underwear and some most of the time it's clean but right now ladies and gentlemen, if I were ever to be in an automobile accident or just have a stroke and drop down half dead in public, my MOTHER would be thinking she hadn't raised her son right due to the number of holes and the amount of elastic showing around the waistband ( or on underwear is it wasteband? ) on many of the pairs.

Wait a minute...changing the subject "briefly" (excuse the pun), but why is it a "pair" of underwear when if you are a man it's a single item?

I can see where a women might wear a "pair" of underwear (if she wore any at all) and that would be panties and a bra, but with men it's different, and I haven't gotten large enough yet in my ever growing girth to need or want to wear a bra and even if they start making "men's bras" I'll just go in for my first Tummy Tuck and get the discount breast reduction surgery option while I'm at it.

Got it? OK...back to my original train wreck of thought...so I'm out of Cologne and getting close to being short of inventory in the underwear department, but you know what else?

I absolutely hate going to the mall.

Further, I hate shopping for clothes in general. I don't even look at clothing sites on the Internet unless I have to.

I wish Home Depot and Lowe's sold more clothes (I bought a set of overalls from Home Depot.) so I could pick up potted plants and fertilizer and sixteen penny nails and a three pack of size 38 briefs in Home Depot Orange color and just be done with it.

And that brings up another thing...Is it against the law in Tennessee to have an integral "nail pouch" on underwear....wait no...we won't go there...never mind...

That was the only dang thing I really liked about being in the military was that if you would take care of them and wash and iron or send out to the dry cleaners the Navy would FIX YOU UP with some spiffy sets of clothes.

For FREE.

Underwear included.

And that White Dress Uniform like Richard Gere wore in "Officer and A Gentleman" would get most men ten dates in about five seconds from women they had never ever seen before in their entire lives.

Unfortunately I was such a skinny young dork at the time that my dorkdom more than offset the "chick magnet" factor of the Dress Whites but still...

So back to our story...I'm sitting here this morning procrastinating and avoiding going down into the shop where I should be working right now instead of blogging by making out my newest "middle aged to-do list" and trying to catch up, and dang it if cologne and underwear aren't still on this list just like the were when I wrote the last to-do list on June 16th.

Imagine that?

But you'll be happy to know that I did build the valves and I've shaved several times since then, and my printer will print things using black ink now.

Oh...and the tree is long gone off the roof.

But I swear to God that these day's if I don't write things down I've forgotten more stuff than many people ever knew, and I don't know what I know and that I know it unless I write it down.

If someone came to my house and stole my list(s) I'd probably be found a few weeks later, lost, and wandering somewhere in north Alabama looking for Boxer Shorts and some Old Spice.

Can anyone help me?

I hope this rant gives you a chuckle, and y'all have a LOVELY day now...if you will...(I got to go work on a PLC panel)

"Walkin' In Memphis"

New Karaoke Aspirations...


If you have about five minutes listen to Marc Cohn Sing one of my favorites...



I'm working on the song a few steps lower in key...and I'm gonna sing it in public one day but it's a tough one.

It Rained On My Garden

...And I'm One Happy Camper As A Result....


Just in case I haven't mentioned it here on the blog in detail, I come from a proud yet mixed heritage. A combination of rural southern dirt farmers, with a healthy dose of Appalachian coal miner thrown in for good measure.

For some reason I, personally, developed a bit of a useless, ne'er do well, gypsy, pirate beach-bum spirit along the way but by and large I can't blame my ancestors for my own lethargy.

My Mother's father, "Pa" Rushing, ended up owning a farm which encompassed a little over 350 acres by the end of WWII and on that farm--besides all of the stuff "Old McDonald" raised i.e. chickens and cows and hogs et.al.-- he also managed to feed himself and his wife and five children and make a small living in the process.

Four of the five children are still alive today with the youngest in his early 70's.

On the other hand, "PawPaw" Rogers was a coal miner from his early teens. First in Eastern Kentucky, and then later in Central West Virginia and finally at the end of his career in South Eastern Ohio. PawPaw raised three boys digging and managing the digging of coal...him being Virgil Sr. and my father being Virgil Jr. and I Virgil III, and regretably only one brother remains today with the loss of my father and one uncle.

(And I, thinking that I had perfected the product line in my youthful wisdom, broke the mold and elected to not reproduce...thus there is no Virgil number IV or V or XI or MCMXII)

...but I digress

I was standing in my kitchen this morning looking at a pile of Tomatoes and Squash and Cucumbers I had grown in my little garden when out of the blue it occurred to me that the commonality which connects each side of my family was and is our self sufficiency and making a living in a fundamental manner.

Pa Rushing took seeds and dirt and water and made fruit and vegetables and meat...enough to feed his family at each year with enough left over to at least buy the next season's seed.

Pawpaw Rogers went out and worked in almost every part of the process of digging Coal out of the ground (he was the Electrical Superintendent of the Mine when he retired) so it could be said again that his living and prosperity was attained from the EARTH...or at least the dirt within a few miles of the surface thereof.

And I think that revelation could explain somewhat what's wrong with much of American society today...white, black, yellow, red, and heavily tattooed and pierced...We've lost our connection with the earth.

The sniveling, booger eating, patchouli stinking tree huggers want to protect it (the earth), but they forget in the process that we're all going to end up taking something from it in the process of living if we all want to survive.

Things like...

Oil

Coal

Or how about the basic nutrients required to grow crops and livestock (and they don't want us making Fertilizer because they consider it poison)

And when our lives are over with...in biblical terms...we will die and return in a "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" manner to the earth (and the area within five square miles around where my ashes are spread will probably be declared off limits and an EPA superfund site.)

And the thing this morning which has in my considered Redneck opinion been taken by the liberal elites and professional do-gooders and the politicians from most of the innocent an less enlightened citizens--with the "Urbanization of America"--and which by default also from our society...

is the basic, spiritual, fundamental connection with our planet which gives you life and an inner peace...a peace which is missing from so many peoples lives today.

Seriously, I've had more fun planting and harvesting and eating the fruits of my garden this year than I could ever have had spending thousands and thousands of dollars on some "All inclusive" vacation or whatever. A new car has never ever made me feel the way I feel when I wander out each moring in my flip flops and turn the leaves of the Squash and Cucumber plants over and find something to eat.

And you just wait until I start showing pictures of my Watermellons.

Anyway..this morning I feel like I just might be a little bit better of a man today as a result, and I suggest that everybody that's not feeling right go out in play in the dirt if they need a cure.

Time will tell I guess...

I'm Tired Of People Hitting "Home Runs" At My Expense

Liberal Philanthropic Government Bullshit


I just saw Geraldo "Giant Stinky Mustache" Rivera saying on FOX News that the government was going to pay Jacee Dugard a giant compensation settlement of $20,000,000 because the "officials" botched the investigation of her imprisonment/disappearance at the hands of a idiot pervert sexual predator.

I'm sorry, and I feel sorry for everyone who has something like this happen, and people killed in the 9/11 World Trade Center bombing and now the Gulf Oil spill disaster, but this shit drives me crazy.

If I lose my job because of government ineptitude/market conditions because I'm selling saddles and buggy whips when everyone starts driving cars...I don't feel that I want or need to get a check.

If I have my head beat in in a Pizza Hut in 1979 the government doesn't have to come running to me with a cash settlement even though the City of Atlanta's inept police department can't do much of anything but prosecute murders after the fact and write parking and speeding tickets and arrest people for DUI after having consumed three glasses of wine.

If someone breaks into my home or car or trailer in college I don't go with my hand out expecting the government to hand me compensation for the event.

You do realize that the GOVERNMENT has NO MONEY?

They print it, but they don't own any of it until they take it away from someone and give it to someone else.

In other words, the only money the government has it steals from other people and distributes as it sees fit and based on popular opinion.

And one person killed or maimed is sad but unprofitable, but getting involved in a mass terrorist attack or assaulted by a pervert can apparently today be a very profitable profession.

Thus if you die in a car accident in 2001 you get no check consisting of taxpayer money, but if you have the misfortune of dieing when some wild eyed terrorists flings a commercial airliner into a building and you inhale a little smoke or if you manage to DIE your family hits the JACKPOT?

And then there was the double disaster of Katrina where people are still living on the government dole five years later and now this year if you are a fisherman or crabber or have a hotel or other business supported by tourism on the gulf coast you can run crying to the government and demand a payment...and BP's money isn't the only money being spent in the "compensation programs."

No way no how EVER can there not be taxpayer money involved in the administration of the oil spill "reparations."

People who live in Nevada and never saw a fishing boat in their life except on TV or the Movies will be cashing checks and going to gambling parlors and whorehouses using some of your and my money because the government in it's infinite Imperialistic wisdom doesn't have the ability to make toothpicks let alone distribute $20 billion without screwing up 30% of the process.

Using my money.

And now if you happen to be kidnapped by a known sexual predator and held hostage in the state of California...a state that is already widely known to already be BANKRUPT...you can reach a settlement where the inept government that is in the business of stealing hard working peoples' money and wasting it doing a crap job of law enforcement and worrying about the trans-fats in McDonald's Cheeseburgers and French Fries, win a prize and get $20,000,000 at taxpayer expense...

Not G O V E R N M E N T expense...DAMMIT.

Again I feel sorry for the girl, but TWENTY MILLION?

I guarandamntee you the girl wouldn't have probably earned $50K a year for the past ten years and now instead of $500K before taxes she gets TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS OF OTHER PEOPLES MONEY?

What a program...

Is there a list somewhere where I can sign up to be assaulted with a non lethal crime and then set and snivel and blubber my way into your wallet to the tune of thirty or forty times more than my life would be worth otherwise?

I'm old enought now to actually consider taking that option if it were available.

Is it just me?

Blackwater Grill on St. Simons Island

I Hang Out With Celebrities???


I'm remiss in not yet mentioning earlier that my buddies John and Jamie, Owners and Chef at Blackwater Grill, finally were broadcast this week on Food Network.

Unfortunately we were already going to be in town for the SSI Red Hot Chili Cook off that next week so we couldn't come down for the filming last April...i.e. you won't have to look at my silly butt in the show...but if you're a Food Network Junkie and watch the re-runs of "Diners, Drive-In's, and Dives" this weekend you might catch a glimpse of our favorite restaurant on our little island.

I've been the guest Chef and cooked with John and Jamie the past two years in the Chili event to raise money for charities and have an invitation to do it again next spring. My cooking skills pale in comparison to their capabilities but as a team we've won Second Place People's Choice two years ago and and are going to keep on trying for First Place.

It's nice when good things happen to good people, and I just talked to Jamie and he says that the Restaurant has enjoyed a substantial increase in business as a result of the TV show exposure.

People are waiting in line, but I can always have table 23 in the back corner next to the marsh.

It's S A T U R D A Y ! ! !

I Hope You Enjoy Yours As Much As I Plan On Enjoying Mine...


I, like most everyone, have a bunch of crap to do this weekend, but I have all weekend to do it so I plan on making a conscious effort at having a good time in the process.

And the weather cooled off here in eastern Tennessee Friday by about 10 degrees F and it rained for a few hours late in the afternoon so I didn't have to run the sprinklers on the garden and front lawn.

I basically plan on getting along knowing I live in the greatest county in the world no matter what the sniveling, tree hugging, booger eating, bed wetting liberal/progressives try to do to it.

Any other option for me means that they win the struggle...

How about you?

The Turbo Pup's Summer Vacation

That's a Darn Fine Little Dog We Got Right There...

So I was sitting around a couple of weeks ago after the tree fell on the roof and the power and phones and Internet was off about 10 hours working like Abe Lincoln using candles and a real oil burning lamp for light



...when I came up with this idea...



Using the tanks of two old cheap pool filters and a new pump and some PVC pipe to make a filter that really works for the pool this little girl enjoys almost every day...



After which on most Saturdays or Sundays she enjoys some of my soon to be internationally famous home made pizzas with my super secret custom crust formula...



And then tonight I put together this monstrosity:



That would be the prototype of my latest engineering design for an uninterpretable power supply for some stuff I'm doing this fall, for the exclusive purpose of maintaining little Missy the Turbo Pup's lifestyle.

I've got over 20 hours in the design and about six hours tonight drilling holes and wiring everything together, so you'll have to excuse me now while I go and lapse into a coma for a few hours.

Regards Y'all...

Big Toe Here...Just Checkin' In

Basement Full Of Stuff To Do...


OK, our house guests just left town a little before noon this morning after an interesting week, and things have quietened down a good deal and the Turbo Pup and I are concentrating on getting back into our ritual of doing nothing all day.

Almost...and after having a week living with a little girl that turns two years old later this month and has a squeal---happy none the less---but a squeal that will shatter the glass headlights in your car and the glass full of vodka in your hand from a distance of somewhere between one hundred and one hundred and twenty five yards.

Whew....

And then this afternoon my replacement Hoffmann electrical enclosure panel and back plate FINALLY showed up so now I'm back in the Programmable Logic Controller business again full time for the next three or four days (after a near week delay) so only God knows what you'll be reading and seeing here on this little slice of the Internet I call home.

I could go crazy and write a bunch of new original stuff or I might fall back on posting links to things I see and read when I have a moment...

and then again you might not find anything at all new here because I'm tired and concentrating on making some semblance of a living .

Don't worry, I still love everyone (OK not really EVERYONE but those of you who are know who you are) and appreciate the attention and good wishes.

Now looking at my special watch and secret decoder ring, I think I still have an hour or so available to be wasted looking at today's crossword and possibly sneak in a nap before dinner.

Wish me luck...Y'all...

I Wanna' Be Your "Big Toe"

Chicks Dig Me...Because I Rarely Wear Underwear...And If I do It's Something Provocative


I'm busy this morning working on another paying endeavor, but I took time out to fool around a little and thought that I'd share some YouTube clips I found from one of my favorite movies..."Stripes."

It's funny in and of itself, but if you were ever in the military (as I was for a couple of years in the Navy reserve) or grew up around a military base (which I did outside of Ft. Rucker, Alabama...home of Army Aviation) it's even funnier, even without the participation of Bill Murry and John Candy.

Enjoy the memories if you have a few minutes...this came out way back in 1981...TWENTY NINE years ago (Good GOD I'm getting old...)

Fax Me?

Keeping Up With Business Technology...


Today I assume/presume that most people take things like Federal Express and color printer/scanners/Fax machines pretty much for granted.

That is particularly true for people born after the mid 1980's I guess.

I...on the other hand...if I looked around, could have found some carbon paper in a drawer even a recently as ten years ago.

I have an old typewriter still today.

Yet it amazes me the number of web sites on the Internet--places you can only get to by using a Cable Modem or DSL connection or God forbid a dial up connection with America On Line--which still demand that you provide a FAX number when you fill out one of their web based forms.

I just got off of a session with a web page where I was requesting a "sample" of one of their DIN rail mount Electrical Surge Traps (techno mumbo-jumbo...don't ask) and the page demanded I supply a FAX number.

I have two printers in the building which also have "FAX" functions built in, but other than sending stuff to the stupid Federal government and the idiots over in Nashville spending taxpayer money I haven't used a FAX machine for any real business purpose in probably three years.

FAX is obsolete, as far as I'm concerned, when I can simply scan any given document or even print it in PDF format electronically and then attach it to an E-Mail and be done with the process.

For those readers younger than probably 35 or 40, the FAX machine revolutionized business communications and transactions in it's day...about 1985 or so.

In 1985 a fax machine cost over $1,000 and was the size of a small refrigerator.

The FAX machine, along with Federal Express, in my considered Redneck opinion also permanently screwed up business because with overnight mail and instant transmissions...instead of having two or three weeks to work on a proposal and giving your customer a well considered offering with a decent price, purchasing agents started waiting until Wednesday afternoon to send you a request for proposal and expected to have your answer back in their hands by noon the following Friday (basically 1-1/2 day later.)

In the mean time you either had to type your own words using something called WordSTAR, then print out your words on another ancient device called a "dot matrix" printer, and do calculations using a pre Microsoft Excel program called Lotus 123, and...

well...you get my drift.

Still, in the process of lamenting the changes in business over the past 30 years, I still miss some of the quaint ways things worked and the idea of having a "secretary" and her listening to you through your "Dictaphone" instead of having an angry gum chewing lesbian "administrative assistant" who calls in sick every Tuesday after a Monday or Friday holiday.

Don't get me wrong...we had angry lesbians back then(Google Rosie O'Donnell), but you had the right to not have to hire one to sit inside the front door of your office without risking having the AFLCIO and American Civil Liberties Union serving you with court documents.

I'm not quite sure what angry women have to do with FAX machines other than I have little use of either these days, and I have to go now and see if I can fire up a game of Space Invaders or Asteroids or Frogger on my Commadore 64 because I'm too tired to keep writing.

Out Smarting Myself

Haste Makes Waste...


Well, after spending most of last week complaining and worrying about getting an entire PLC control panel in the door in the form of pieces and parts and wire spools, I still managed to end up not getting a darn thing done this extended holiday weekend because of some last minute changes made due to parts/material availability.

Of all things...the "enclosure"...the big metal box which I was going to put everything in ended up being too small because the UPS--Uninterruptable Power Supply--I was using wouldn't fit.

And it wouldn't fit because the unit I would have normally ordered was not available until August, so the company GAVE me the next larger size for the same price on a rush order basis.

I knew that it would be a tight fit physically, but I was willing to give it a try because I already had the panel ordered and on its way but when I opened everything up and laid it all out there was no way to squeeze it all together.

So now I'm stuck waiting on a return authorization and for the larger panel to get here on Wednesday or Thursday.

This kind of crap happens to me every year, all the time around the "holidays." I sit around here doing almost nothing every day all day...then I get busy and it never fails that I come up against a three day weekend or Christmas or something and BAM...I'm late and in a hurry.

Oh well...at least I have paying work, even if it is to be done on a rush basis, and then when I'm finished I can get on with trying to find out a way to be late on the next project.

It's tough being me...but somebody's got to do it...

Independence Day

Is it the "4th" or the "Forth" of July?


I don't know about you, but I've pretty much excelled at doing virtually nothing so far this holiday weekend, and loved every minute of the wasted time.

Wait, let me check and think for a minute...

Yeap...I'm pretty sure that if you don't count cooking and drinking and breathing, I've been pretty successful (at doing nothing since Friday.) We've had family in town visiting from the Pittsburgh area since Thursday night so I've had to modify my normal nocturnal schedule to keep up with everyone and be a good host and thus the computer work and blogging has been suffering a little as a result I guess.

I just noticed I even avoided finding anything to write about on Saturday and with the exception of this posting I almost missed Sunday also.

Go figure...

In local news...we're up to our eyeballs with tomatoes around here right now. I've planted five different varieties which have all been growing for about nine weeks now and some of the plants are over 6 feet tall and I'm picking somewhere between a half dozen and a dozen tomatoes every day.

I have some "fifty day" middle sized plants which have been producing for a couple of weeks, and this week my Purple Heirloom and giant "Best Boy" plants have started coming in, and I still have another generic plant I bought on sale at the grocery store and three Romano plants I started from seeds this spring which have yet to bear any fruit.

Then today I noticed that my Squash plants are finally setting a few Squash and the little Cucumbers are coming in two or three at a time each day and all in all life's just plain good here in Eastern Tennessee at the Turbo Pup Compound.

Vegetable gardening has always been a hit or miss endeavor for me until this year because I either was just plain lazy or didn't have the time and resources to plant a decent garden.

But this old house has had large garden plots all around it since the early 1960's under the previous owner's auspices, and all I had to do this year was bust up the ground and plant whatever I wanted and then do a little watering and wait a couple of months and here we are.

I felt like that it would have been some sort of crime for us to NOT use the fertile earth to make some stuff to put on a few sandwiches and in some salad bowls when we didn't have anything else to do.

And back to the 4th of July, in spite of all of the crap in the news showing angry stupid people bitching and complaining about everything and anything, I'm dang proud of our Country in whatever shape and form the idiots in Washington DC try to morph it into, and I'm glad I was born in the USA, in Lower Alabama a couple of decades after WWII and have had the opportunity to succeed or fail based on my own ability and efforts rather than waiting around for the "officials" to reach into someone else's pocket and hand me cash.

No matter what the laws say today or will say 20 years from now, I'm as independent as I want to be in my own soul...and my soul is the last thing I'll surrender on Independence day or any other day on the calendar.

I wish a few more people twenty or thirty years yonger than me could understand this simple concept...without listining to the likes of Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson and thinking they have it hard in life.

God Bless America...

I'm Out Of Cologne (Really)

Do I Want To Be An "Old Spice" Man???





Heh...

H1N1?

More Stupid Crap We're Encouraged To Forget About


Remember last fall?

you know...

Last Fall when the so called Media...

What I call the "lamestream media" was busy telling you that everyone over the age of 21 and under the age of 22 was going to DIE...

because of a world wide Pandemic called...

the H1N1 Virus...

Stupid shits idiots they all are...your local news writers and newspaper reporters as they tell you what the ASSociated Press tells them to tell you.

Fox News just ran a story where over 40% of the H1N1 virus vaccine was being destroyed because it had expired and the H1N1 virus never actually became the threat the media and more importantly...our government...was trying to tell you it was.

We're all surrounded by "useful idiots" Ladies and Gentlemen.

It's just that simple.

You can either be a "useful idiot", else be someone like me that knows the difference between sanity and insanity, and how to keep your body and your wallet out of the fray...

Can You You Can Trust Your Car To The Man Who Wears The Star?

Not According To The Government F**k heads shit heads Minds Full Of Mush...


Check out what the idiots in the State Legislature out in Nevada...home of Dingy Harry Reid are up to:

A Nevada legislative subcommittee has agreed to seek a bill requiring auto shops to check the air pressure in customer vehicles.

State Sen. Mike Schneider, a Las Vegas Democrat, says it will increase highway safety, save gas and reduce air pollution.

The bill would be considered during the 2011 legislative session.
Not all lawmakers were for it.

Republican Assemblywoman Heidi Gansert of Reno said while checking air pressure in tires is a good idea, she opposed mandating tire checks, saying it comes down to personal responsibility.

These dumbasses want to run BP out of business, after 50 years of legislation that put "full serve" gas stations like this one out of business:



And then they have the gall to pass a law demanding that the boys and girls working in auto repair shops check my tire pressure under penalty of LAW.

Are they going to just fine the little pimple faced kid, or put him in JAIL for violating the mandate?

And who's going to enforce this action?

Are they going to have the police standing around in the local Midas Muffler and Precision Tune shops writing tickets and pointing tasers and guns at people that refuse to have their tire pressure checked?

Come to think of it, the last time I was up in New Jersey or Delaware...I forget because all of the lost brain cells...but some places up there it's still AGAINST THE LAW for you to pump your own gasoline into your own car.

I say that we all be A F R A I D...vewwy Afraid...of these elected shit heads...Ladies and Gentlemen.

And I wish that they'd spend some of my tax money and buy themselves a CLUE...

Secure Our Borders...NOW...

Dammit...

Capitalizing On The Oil Spill

"Mixing" Business With Pleasure


So we were out last evening wandering down to one of our local watering holes before hitting the Kroger 4th of July meat sale, and when we got to the restaurant the bar was full up to the rafters.

It pisses me off to attend any establishment when it's packed...especially on a mid week night.

We ended up standing up down by the service bar area which is no problem because we know most of the staff, and when the little girl tending bar asked for our order she already knew Pat wanted Pinot G and a small glass of ice on the side, and to me she said "Summer" or "Winter"?

Everybody around here knows that "Winter" for me is happy hour well bourbon and coke...double, tall, in a water glass with ice.

"Summer," likewise, is a Sea Breeze which, for the uninformed, is Vodka, Grapefruit, and Cranberry juice.

Again double, tall, in a water glass with lots of ice.

But for some reason, off the top of my head (and I'm not making this up) I said...

I want a "Gulf Breeze"....

"What?"

That would be Vodka, Grapefruit, Cranberry Juice, no ice...wait...with a shot of Kahlua...and...a little olive oil...floated on top.

(an oil slick...get it?????)

Brought the house down...I'm telling ya...

I made a mental note to write the idea down, and about eight hours later I still remembered it so here it is for your enjoyment.

And if you leave the Olive oil out I bet the drink would sell right now everywhere between Pascagoula and Pensacola.

Am I in the wrong business?

Wait...doing nothing most of the time isn't a business...so it just might be an improvement.

Silence

Better I'm Quiet Else I'd Write/Say Something Like This....


"Huhh he haa ho hu he hunght ee ah ah oh blughehehehehehehahght"

Maybe the Senate will call me to testify at the Supreme Court confirmation hearings.

Me uttering something like this would make more sense than the silly asenine stuff I've been hearing...in my considered Redneck opinion.

Is it just me?

Green Energy...Gone Wrong

Owl Gore Cries Crocodile Tears...

Heh...

(thanks for the photo Rodger )

Shuussshhhh....Be Veeewie Quiet...

I'm Hunting Wabbits Building PLC Panels


You get the picture.

So go read the news and find something stupid to mentally complain about until I can get back here and point some stuff out to you.

New Week...New Attitude

Diagnosing My Own Insanity...


I think, after much introspect and consideration, that I've finally figured out what's wrong around here--at least with me.

I call it Beach Deficiency Syndrome (BDS for short.)

If there is such a thing, I'm pretty sure that I have a bad case of it (BDS) right now.

As a test of my theory, I went out and bought another 250 pounds of "play sand" at Home Depot yesterday and after weeding the Turbo Pup Beach I spread it out and raked it fairly smooth and the effect was immediate...but short lived.

I felt pretty good while working up another batch of Pizza dough and making a giant mostly meat "garbage" pizza.

Andouilli sausage, crab meat, ham, bacon, and pepperoni with sweet colored peppers, mushrooms, and Kalamata Olives thrown on top for good measure.

Diet Pizza...in other words (if you ignore the 3/4 pound of Mozzarella Cheese.)

Thinking about things, I realised that by this time last year on the calendar I had spent about three weeks wandering around Panama City and Mexico Beach, Florida...with two or three extra nights spent down on Cedar Key and another three or four nights on St. Simons Island, GA.

This year?

One measly trip to St. Simons for the Chili Cookoff--with ZERO pool or beach time due to the schedule--and a quick trip to Ft. Walton/Destin to visit my old Uncle John. On that trip I actually SAW the beach but didn't have time to go out and lay on it.

Seriously Ladies and Gentlemen, the chemistry of my body requires a certain minimum amount of time spent reclining in the salt air squinting at the sun else I become mentally and physically ill.

Sort of like a Vampire needing to sleep in a coffin in some old dirt from Transylvania I guess.

There's worse things to suffer from I guess.

I could want to spend time riding a subway in NY City or sitting around watching Soccer or Rugby games in Philadelphia or watching people dressed in Nun's habits throw pig blood on women wearing fur coats in San Francisco.

Or I could want to run around burning police cars and breaking shop windows in Vancouver at the G-20 Summit while the feckless police stand around and wag their fingers and threaten to issue me a ticket or something.

But nooooooooo, all I need to restore my equilibrium is a frozen drink or a cold beer and about 100 yards of sand and a turquoise body of water nearby.

Since the Turbo Pup compound is too small to encompass 100 years of sand (and I'm too old and tired to haul that much sand around), I've set my sights on the last week of July on the calendar and am planning a "therapeutic" session on the Gulf Coast--oil spill be damned.

In the mean time I'm going back to work...working my butt off to sell some more stuff and produce the stuff already sold and in the building, and maybe that will get me back to my normal cranky blogging self.

I'm going to go read some news and blogs now and see if I can work up a good head of steam sufficient to cause me to write a good rant in the next 24 hours.

Stay tuned to this channel, and Regards Y'all...

Workin' On The RailRoad Doin' Nuthin' All Day

Professional Incompetence...


It's a dang good thing today's Saturday instead of a weekday, because I'm planning on doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING pretty much all day today.

OK...maybe I will do SOMETHING, but it will be fun or otherwise a task I choose and WANT to do.

Things like smoking cigars, sitting by the pool, reading the newspaper and cursing, stuff like that comes to mind.

And tickeling my little Turbo Pup's belly...I'll probably do some of that.

Otherwise, I'm pretty much going to be useless and proud of it.

Time to get busy I guess...Regards Y'all...

"Executive" Decisions

I'm The Emperor Of The Universe...


Just in case you haven't noticed from my earlier posting...I HAVE A CRAP ATTITUDE.

It's summer and everyone's apparently distracted and/or on vacation, so I've made an executive decision.

It's noon on Friday, I can't find anyone in their office to talk to, so I'm putting on some shorts, pouring myself a drink, grabbing a cigar and the crossword in the Newspaper, and taking the rest of the day off sitting on my deck.

Phone calls may be answered and e-mails might receive a terse response.

Best let me alone while I re-adjust and marinade my synapses in liquid hydrocarbons.

I'm Apparently Nice And Stupid

The Options Are Against The Law In Modern Times...


Dammit...I'm pretty much stuck giving 110%, yet catching crap from idiots around me with IQ's 20 or 30 points below mine living in nicer houses and explaining to me why my expectations are unrealistic.

Almost everybody else I'm dealing with right now is too busy lamenting the "economy" and "unemployment" and other senseless BS they see on TV, while at the same time taking vacation and working 9 to 5, spending money they don't have, waiting for the government bail-out and in the process delaying my production and progress.

I have to go now...the voices say I need to stay home and clean my Guns today...

Busy = Boring Blogger

You Don't Want To Know What I'm Thinking....


I guess the summer doldrums have officially arrived here at the Turbo Pup Compound.

It's not like I don't have plenty of stuff to do, including some renovation work left over from last fall when the weather got too cool and sweaty to finish things like staining and polyurethaning a couple of new exterior wood doors.

And the never ending front porch renovation/concrete refinish project.

And two weed eaters and the lawn mower and the chicken repair projects.

And on and on and on and I'm just too dang tired to say anything new you haven't already heard about the stupidity going on in Washington DC on our behalf.

I don't even give a crap about World Cup Soccer.

Just call me a Neanderthal I guess.

Whatever...regards y'all...

Things I Used To Do

And Don't Like Doing Any More...


Well, I'm pleased to report that I survived a day in Atlanta little less for the wear.

I was at my customer's office before 10 AM and was finished by 11:30 with an entire afternoon to kill.

I guess it's that I'm so old and set in my ways, combined with the fact that I lived in the city of Atlanta and its northern Cobb County suburbs from 1977 until 2003, that makes a visit something a good deal short of a trip to Disney World.

I got to do things like go through security at Hartsfield/Jackson International Airport before the return flight.

And I got panhandled on the MARTA train while watching a group of people which... while not panhandling...could be best described as a "Freak Show.".

And I took a Taxi...actually two taxis.

And find out that the "free WI-FI" at both Hard Rock Cafe and the downtown Hooters doesn't work (I went to Hooters because the girls at Hard Rock said they had free Internet.)

And that the Internet connection at the down town Starbucks works.

And that there's no Internet on Concourse C at Hartsfield during a three hour wait.

Other than that, it was pretty much just another trip supporting a long business day, and I'm glad to be back home to the Turbo Pup Compound on the Banks of the Mighty Tennessee River.

Out (From In Front) Of The Frying Pan

Into The Fire...


I was about to start moping around here this week because I was working myself out of paying endeavors and was stuck only with proposal work and puttering around cleaning up the basement and working on a couple of old Weed Eaters and a Lawn Mower I've been threatening to rebuild.

Then before 9 AM this morning I had an E-mail with a Purchase Order attached and a phone call with notice to proceed with the design and construction of a "New and Improved" PLC based control panel for a new plastics bottle customer down in Atlanta.

Further, they wanted me in their factory ASAP to talk about the project.

I scrambled around finishing four more Pneumatic Valve rebuilds and making plane reservations, and now as of early evening I've gone from virtually nothing to do over the next few weeks except work on my sun tan to boarding a Delta jet bound for Hartsfield at 7:20 AM tomorrow morning.

It will be a whirlwind day trip returning early tomorrow night, but I caution any of my Atlanta area friends and blog readers that if they feel a disturbance in "The Force" in the next 24 hours it will be my presence in the "Atlanta Metropolitan Area" for only the second time in 2010.

The locals should be sure and watch "Action News" at Eleven PM to ensure I made it out of town without incident.

Time to work on some paper work and get some normal sleep on a normal schedule I guess.

Regards y'all....

I'm A Cooking Fool

Looking For New Stuff To Burn In Butter And Salt...


Since Pat's gone back to work full time--telecommuting--I've pretty much taken over a bunch of stuff solo around here she did historically even though I was sitting around doing not much of anything all day.

While I still need to start paying more attention to the hardwood floors and some other cleaning chores, I've pretty much got the laundry down to a scheduled art and I've ramped up the cooking to about five days a week in an effort to bring some sanity to our budget issues--financial and caloric (affecting the waist line.)

For instance, last week I did German Roulauden (Beef) one night, Mexican another, and a couple of pretty decent meals I've since forgotten the exact menu of. Then Saturday I did ribs on the grill with home made Kansas City Style BBQ sauce and Sunday turned out yet another of my soon to be world famous Greek Pizzas.

I'm sort of in a rut in not having the energy to develop any new ideas because I've run out of ideas, so I'm going back through my 4" thick cooking notebook trying to remember stuff I've done once or twice four or five years ago and re-cook the classics.

Over a period of about a year back about 2005 I "cooked my way" around the Mediterranean, beginning in Spain, skipping France and moving on to Italy, through Germany, Greece and Turkey...jumped down to India working on some curried stuff, then back up across Northern Africa ending up in Morocco.

Some of the spices involved in getting authentic flavors in those Cusines are hard to find without ordering off the Internet and things can get a little costly in the process.

I have so many spices I loose them in the different cabinets and sometimes spend part of two days taking everything out, swearing a given spice isn't there, and then having to come back around looking again.

Any way, today is another "valve build day" but tonight I'm returning to my Germany tab in my notebook and cooking up some Wurst, portions of Chicken Schnitzel, and Sauerkraut for dinner.

Stop by about 6:30 if you're in the area and I'll set a couple of extra plates.

Fathers' Day

Call YOUR Father If He's Still Alive.


I wish I could...

More Government "Green Energy" Crap

If You Want Something Screwed Up...Hire The Government To Do It...


We've lived up here in Eastern Tennessee at the Turbo Pup Compound on the banks of the Mighty Tennessee River for twenty six months now.

Overall the experience has been quite good, and if I had arrived here when I was 25 or 30 years old I would definitely consider spending most of a lifetime living here in West Knoxtown.

As it is, it's just a matter of time and circumstance and more importantly...FUNDING...which will allow us to escape either back to our Little Island on the Georgia coast or now possibly back to the family farm in Lower Alabama.

That said, one interesting thing I've noticed after spending most of my life buying electricity from some unit of the Southern Company (specifically Alabama Power and Georgia Power), is how ridiculously expensive electricity is when you buy it from the country's only Federal Owned Utility...the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA.)

Without doing the research, I'd guess that our electric rates are nearly 25% higher here on a KW and KWh basis than they were with the Southern Company, and every time we turn around there's some controversy--whether TVA is spilling power plant ash into a local river or cancelling a green energy program without notice and apparently good reason ---more on that in a minute

Now I'm not going to go into all of the details here because you can Google yourself to death looking at the TVA's history, but what basically started out as a "Jobs Program" here in rural Appalachia in the early 1930's under the guise of harnessing the power of the Tennessee and associated river systems has today morphed into a giant pseudo-megga Corporation which produces most of it's power using Coal, with a little Nuclear Energy tossed in for good measure.

While they have more hydro plants than coal/nukes, the reality is that coal and uranium/plutonium make many more light bulbs glow here than water does falling through a turbine.

So any way, the latest rage up here on the Banks of the Mighty Tennessee River has been a government financed "Green Energy" program called "Generation Partners."

The idea was that you could put in solar panels on your house or on top of an industrial or commercial building or even out in a piece of bare ground you owned and get financing based on the future income generated by making "clean energy."

The reality was that TVA was subsidizing owner's return on investment by paying a 12-cent-per-kilowatt-hour premium for any energy you generated and put back into their grid above the amount of electricity you actually used.

Without the artificial, taxpayer funded premium, none of the stuff worked or payed back...the power produced by solar here in Tennessee cost more to produce than the electricity you could buy from a Reactor or "pollution belching" coal fired plant.

Any way, an extensive cottage industry of companies has sprung up over the past couple of years here supporting the program and earning a living for hundreds if not thousands of people dedicated to supplying components and even pre-designed systems of stuff which when put together would let a homeowner make electricity on their roof or in their back yard, and allowing XYZ company to cover their flat roof with panels and get the Federal/State tax credits and earn a little money or at least reduce their normal TVA inflated electric bills.

Pretty cool, even if you're not an Owl Gore loving, tye died, patchuli stinking, sniveling, bed wetting, tree hugging eco greenie weenie...

Right?

All of that said , now guess what TVA did last week?

TVA put the program on HOLD.

Why, you might ask?

Because nobody was building solar panels and taking advantage of the "government tax incentives"?

NO...to quote the Knoxville News Sentinel:

TVA was halting the program because of excessive demand.

...

Ken Elder, owner of solar startup Soltility in Friendsville, said he learned of the freeze through an e-mail from another solar firm late Wednesday and received an e-mail notification Thursday from Nashville Electric Service. TVA did not issue formal information regarding the program until Friday.

"The folks that are working with me are just devastated because we are just really gearing up with potential customers," said Elder, who has been working as a consultant in the industry and is beginning to develop small commercial and residential projects on his own.

"TVA could do a lot of damage just studying this for six or eight weeks. Almost as bad as that, they could come back and say, 'We're going to re-implement the program, but it's not going to be at 12 cents per (kilowatt) hour, it's going to be 4 cents,' " Elder added.


Click on this link and go read the whole story if you're interested, but the bottom line here according to my considered Redneck opinion is this.

This is a perfect example of the mindless, useless, bureaucratic double talk by the Imperial By-God Federal Government of the United States of 'merica in general, and the Obamarama Administration in particular.

The government knows that Solar and Bio-mass and Wind and any of the other so-called "Green Energy" technologies out there won't work without subsidies, yet when they encourage people to go out and invest in their precious eco-friendly technologies--whether it's as an owner trying to get a loan to finance a project or it's a business owner starting a business to supply solar panels and windmills and pipes and technology to implement the systems--you can bet that you are at risk, EVERY SINGLE DAY, of having the rug jerked out from under your feet.

This current "suspension" of the Generation Partners program is indefinite but is supposed to only last for the next six or eight weeks, but in the mean time what are the businesses selling equipment, and owners of projects which were in the application/approval process going to do?

How many new start-up businesses can survive TWO MONTHS without selling anything?

How many customers are going to say "FORGET IT" and walk away from the inane process of permitting and loan/grant applications with the Government through the TVA just saying:

"Oops...we changed our mind...Excuse us."

There is no EXCUSE for crap like this, ladies and gentlemen.

And you probably won't be hearing about this latest example of government ineptitude on the national news, but I suspect that stuff like this is going on behind the scenes all over the country while at the same time President Obama and Pelosi and Reid are running around touting our need to ween ourselves off of the Arab oil tit.

Crap like this makes my head spin at near orbital rotational velocity, and if yours doesn't it should be and you better start paying a little more attention before going to the voting booth this fall and in 2012.

That will be all...for now...

The Three Tenors Terrors

Funny, But Dangerously True...





(Watch You Tube take this video down...like the last one done by these people...because it might be "offensive")

What The Heck Happened To Me?

I Think I Better Call Somebody A "Mental Health Professional"...


I was sitting around taking a break for a minute this evening, and something suddenly hit me.

I've put in about 30 work hours over the past three days.

I haven't done that in over two years.

I haven't done it regularly for over a decade.

I hope I'm not going to make it some sort of habit, or I'll be kicked out of the ASOPPABB (American Society of Professional Pirates And Beach Bum's) and be stripped of my Hawaiian Taxi Driver Shirts and knit Rasta hat with fake dreadlocks.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything here on the blog, but chances are I won't pull off such a feat again in the near future so if the ASOPPABB officials come knocking I'll just say it was all boastful self aggrandizing.

Regards Y'all...

Attention K-Mart Shoppers...

The Tree Is Off My Roof...


We had a hellascious thunderstorm here at the Turbo Pup compound yesterday afternoon.

In addition to the fun of enduring a 10 hour power outage--from 2:45 until about 11:50 PM, in the middle of the fireworks show a tree (or more accurately, a tree BRANCH the size of a 12" wide tree fell over and landed on the roof over the bedroom.

After deciding to buy a new Home owner's policy when I got off the phone call where they gave me a roofer and and tree services name but promised to stop by sometime in Fiscal 2010, I went over to talk to my neighbor who's tree the branch belonged to.

He said forget hiring a tree service, HE would take it down.

I said I'd loan him every tool I had, hold the ladder, and stay out of the way when required.

Got 'er done...more details and possibly some photos later...got to check e-mail and make a couple of calls.

MORE... 10:30 PM

I forgot to mention the lucky way the branch fell--actually just "leaning over" onto the roof, such that there was virtually ZERO damage. A couple of shingles were nicked along the edge of the gable.

Talk about luck, in the end of the day we avoided having to have a new roof and possibly made a new friend of our neighbor in the process.

Can't ask for much more than that I guess....

Abridged Official Transcript Of Oval Office Address

Brought To You By This Blogger As a Public Service


"Blaa Blaa Blaa Oil Spill Blaa bla balallllllaaa British Petroleum, Blaa blaa blaaa working families blaa blaaaa forced compensation.

Blaa blaa blaa great country blaa blaa limitations of my office blaa blaa determination blaa greater regulatory reform.

Green energy blaa blaa blaa don't pay attention to Owl Gore bonking that bimbo instead of his wife bla blaaa blaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Fossil fuel evil like Heroin blaaa wind energy blaa ethanol blaaaaa solar panels on your new bicycle blaa blaa shut up Biden blaa blaah.

Now I've got to go call for a tee time blaa blaa blaa and get started working on killing the coal companies once I'm finished with the Oil Companies...blaa blaa blaa

Thank you America...and good blaaaaaaaaaaaa evening"


Overall it was only a little over 18 minutes of Hell...I've listened to it once on the Radio and watched it once on TV and every bone in my body aches from enduring the process.

Now I have to go soak my head and press it in a vice and see if I can squeeze the inane words back out my ears and nose.

Please excuse me.

Two Steps Forward...Three Steps Back

Do The Hokey Pokey And You Turn Yourself Around...


Dang it if yesterday wasn't one of "those days" for me here at the Turbo Pup Compound the International headquarters of my little company

You know, the sort of day where you're awake all day and you're sitting in front of a Computer doing whatever it that you're supposed to be doing (not playing Solitare or fooling around on E-bay in other words,) and when 5 PM comes the pile on your desk of stuff needing doing is higher than it was at 8 AM.

I guess the good news is that I have new profitable stuff to do on a more frequent basis.

The bad news is that I have the sort of personality where just because it's time to go to work on any given task doesn't mean I have the energy and creative mental attitude to crank through the process and deliver my usual super human superlative results.

I have to wait until my mind locks onto any given problem in order to make good use of my time and efforts. That's a good reason to not be on anyone's payroll but my own in spite of my two year long investigation into returning full time to the "American workforce."

I have proposals or the requests for proposal laying on my desk representing 300% more dollar value that the work we've done since the company started last fall.

I'm excited, but the work is complex and the proposals sometimes take a full week's worth of man-hours to complete at this point because we don't have a Catalog or a standard product line--everything is custom designed and custom built...and I just can't sling prices out the door without doing very accurate pricing estimates in order to not get beat and also not end up giving things away at cost.

Oh well, I could be sitting here with the phone lines quiet and nothing to do, so I guess that I should stop complaining.

Meanwhile, in national news I see where walking down a ,pubic public sidewalk with a camera in your hand while asking a US Congressman a simple question can get you assaulted.

Don't you imagine that if the tables were turned and I walked up to a Senator or Representative on the street and proceeded to grab him by the arm and neck I'd be spending at least one night in jail and probably have an assault conviction on my record when the dust finally settled?

Moving on, NOAA reports that the first area of "disturbed tropical weather" is slowly sliding it's way across the Atlantic. I can do without the hysteria but you just wait and see all of the wild eyed reporting with so-called pseudo-experts chiming in talking about the devistation which will result if the ensuing storm moves into the Gulf of Mexico.

Of course one real tangible outcome of any storms in the Gulf of Mexico will be the effect on the slow process of capturing and pumping the leaking oil out of the damaged wellhead. I hope BP has some plan for keeping their jurry rigged vaccum apparatus intact even if they have to move the workers and equipment away from the site in anticipation of the storm.

They could be right back to square one if a large enough storm forms and comes near.

I can't decide how upset to be about this disaster...it's certainly bad for the residents and the tourists and I personally have a number of friends and family which reside in coastal Panhandle cities.

But all of this freaking out and running around in circles like your head is on fire over the first event of this kind in the 60 year history of offshore drilling is ignorant, uninformed overkill in my considered Redneck opinion.

And finally this morning, on the cooking front, if appliances keep dieing in my kitchen I'm going to be reduced to grilling weenies on the grill every day.

Our little 12 bottle wine cooler (that only actually holds about five or six bottles has given up the ghost last winter and is still sitting on it's stand serving as an expensive table for keys and junk mail.

Now the over the range combination "vent hood"/microwave has crapped out in the past couple of months and I've been too cheap and lazy to go down to Home Depot and drag a new one home.

I hate "vent hoods" which do nothing but suck up a little smoke and steam and blow it right back in your face, so I'm planning on buying a REAL VENT hood wide enough to cover all four eyes on the Range and with a big blower. Then I'm going to cut a hole through the carport wall and blow my fumes out on the old Chrysler 300.

It's only a little more expensive to buy the hood and a giant counter top microwave that's large enough to actually pop a bag of popcorn on the turntable and then when we move take it with us (the microwave) rather than bolting it to the wall in the kitchen.

Of course the new hood will also require a new or modified backsplash and if I do a new backsplash I want to replace the existing counter tops, and after writing about the process my back already hurts and my brain's getting tired worrying about the other details, thus...

I'm gonna go now and do a little more proposal writing...

Y'all have a LOVELY day, if you will...

New Project Yields New Tools

Tools To Men Like Toys To Toddlers...


It seems that I might get to go tool shopping in the next couple of weeks in support of a new Injuneering project.

The prospect of making decisions on new tools was actually enough to get me out of bed and keep me off the sofa most of yesterday in spite of the weird malady that struck me down Saturday.

I've had similar symptoms twice in the past three months, and in an effort to understand the process I've decided to call it the "shaking shuddering hee-bee-jee-beees"...

And I'm suspicious that it might just be psychological because in spite of the physical symptoms--fever and aches--I think that it could be the result of watching all of the stupid crap that's beamed into my home on Cable TV.

Follow me here...I'm afraid that after a steady diet of Weather Channel and FOX News and Food Network, followed by the occasional foray over to CNN and some of the broadcast channels like ABC/NBC/CBS/MSNBC et. al., that my immune system takes over and forces me to lay down and close my eyes for ten or twelve hours and just take a "chill pill."

After all...you can only spend so much time screaming at the television and throwing old dirty underwear and socks at the screen in response to the "latest inane example of mental ineptitude purveyed for public consumption" LIEMIPPC for short.)

You know?

So any way...I'm quoting a new project which requires a bunch of machine shop work once I get through doing the drawings, but instead of all machining being done by a vendor outside our building I'm looking at doing some of the lower tolerance work myself...in the process buying a nice drill press and a metal cutting power bandsaw and using them to cut the raw stock in house and make a bunch of sharp metal chips in my basement floor in the process.

Of course having the new tools in the basement will open up a whole new world of insanity induced construction projects...things like the first prototype of the "Rogers' Pulse-Doppler Laser Nippleometer"...a creation that's been on the drawing board for about 15 years at least now.

It's really a simple device you wear on your head or like eye glasses, designed to be able to accurately measure the ambient temperature by bouncing a laser beam off random women's breasts.

The concept was pretty exciting years ago when I was single, wandering around in public looking at them (women...not their breasts) and wondering if it was really that cold outside or they were just glad to see me...

but I digress...

...so any way...I'm back on my feet, feeling better, and have quite a busy week chasing new proposals around trying to close some business and starting Tuesday building more Pneumatic Valves, so I'm sure you'll understand why the blogging will be sporadic at best.

UNLESS something really STUPID happens and I have to chime in.

In the mean time...

Regards Y'all

I'm Tired & Cranky

Under The Weather & Busy Also...


Well, I got a late start Saturday morning, but by mid-day I managed to drag myself to Lowes' to get some flex pipe for the mutant pool filter project and stop by Food World, but by about 3 PM I was shivering and sleeping on the sofa with some kind of unexplained fever, and it was near midnight before I was able to get up and eat a sandwich.

The proposed and planned "Beer-Butt" chicken had to spend the night in the basement fridge as a result.

Maybe Sunday will see chicken rather than Pizza for dinner.

It sucks getting old...More later when I wake up if I feel like writing.

Sorry Y'all...

AMERICA RISING

And I'm REAL Busy...


Well...The bad news is that two of my tallest--about 5' high--tomato plants got blown over in the gusty rain yesterday and I was forced to stand them back up and pound giant 7' long pieces of 1/2 and 3/4 inch re-bar into the ground in order to keep the flimsy "tomato cages" from falling back over.

Then I got a couple of phone calls and had to start working on a couple of proposals for new work and found out I had more pneumatic valves coming in to be rebuilt and the first activities which suffered on my schedule were sitting outside smoking cigars and blogging.

OK, blogging suffered first because I'm going outside now to read some more of Bruce Feiler's "America's Prophet--Moses and the American Story."

If I could I'd send everyone a copy because it provides a great historical lesson relating to our countries founding.

Meanwhile, at the risk of having published this before (and I'm too lazy to look), go check this video out and then get back to me with a 300 word essay trying to make the case that it's wrong:



That will be all...for now...

I Finally Found A New Truck With The Options I Need

Use Your Turn Signal Or Else...





More...




Now if you change lanes every five seconds around me, roll through four way stops, or just generally drive like an idiot while texting they'll have to do DNA testing to figure out who you were...

Question 'O The Day

Inquiring Minds Want to Know...


Why does virtually everyone wearing white plastic "Tyvek" chemical suits cleaning up "tar balls" down on the Gulf Coast shown on all of the TV coverage have dreadlocks?

Just wondering...

I have to go shave my back now, I'll expect an answer in the comments when I return.

Bye, Bye (Don't Let The Door Hit You On The Butt)

If I Could Dance...I'd Be Dancing...


Did you hear the news?

Someone's no longer going to be sitting every day in the White House.

No, it's not this guy...a caricature of a President:




It's this lovely woman who should have retired at age 65 so she could be cast on Broadway as The Wicked Witch of the West a ancient Grandmother in the local community theater:




Go here and read the details if you missed the story.

I'm not dancing, but I have a little extra spring in my step as the rabid barking moonbat liberals like Helen Thomas continue to get their due once in a while.

Heh...

No Cripples (Mental or Physical) Allowed

Spreading The Misery Around...


Dang it if they--the professional "Do-Gooders"--didn't manage to haul off and do something again this morning to piss me off here Ladies and Gentlemen.

Actually this latest bout of the Shaking, Spitting, Sputtering, Government Induced Conniption Fits (or SSSGICF for short) began yesterday afternoon while sitting adjacent to the Turbo Pup pool smoking a cigar and reading the latest issue of our local fish wrapper Newspaper, the Knoxville News Sentinel.

By now my regular readers might understand that sometimes when I initially find something worth blogging about I don't have the time to just sit down and write a good missive and publish it from my own personal Little Island of Insanity Little Island of Insensitivity.

Some of that stuff gets lost or slipped into the non-published files upon further consideration.

Then sometimes I have a fit of self control and I'm able to intentionally give things a rest for a while to see if my brain calms down and the foaming at the mouth recedes a bit so I don't damage my computer keyboard while writing...but I still end up writing SOMETHING when the dust settles.

This specific blog--delayed almost 12 hours in the making--would be the result of a combination of both circumstances:

A. Wanting to calm down a good deal and...

B. having a dinner of Country Fried Steak and roasted corn & New potatoes to cook for Pat and Missy the Turbo Pup yesterday evening.

That said, now let's get down to business and talk about this morning's politically incorrect rant...

Ready?

OK...(taking a big breath...)

I'VE HAD IT RIGHT UP TO HERE this morning (pointing to the top of my ever greying, ever balding head) with all of these simpering, whimpering, sniveling, booger eating, bed wetting "activist's" efforts to make every and any thing "affordable" and "accessible"...

... to each and every single person on the planet.

I say that if they keep it up at the current pace they're going to "empower" us all right out of business and existence, and if you're not following me yet on this issue, here's what I really mean.

I'm talking about crap like the the so-called "V-Chip" in everyone's Television Set which comes to mind...courtesy of the Imperial Federal GOVERNMENT of the By-God United States of 'Merica.

You remember the V-Chip, don't you?

A group of Canadian "do-gooders" teamed up with Massachusetts Congressman Markey back in 1999 and by the year 2000 every TV sold in the US and Canada had to include the cost of the "V-Chip" so stupid adults' children could be stopped from watching things like "excessive violence" and other "manure" "mature content."

I know that it might sound like a good idea at first, but then upon further consideration tell me the answer to a couple of simple questions:

Question #1: If you have kids, have you ever...Ever...EVER EVER programmed your V-Chip to stop your kids from watching "Debby Does Dallas" or "Deep Throat" or whatever other stupid BS that's on 99% of the broadcast channels and 50% of the cable Chanel's on any of the half dozen TV's you've purchased since the law went into effect in 1999?

Question #2: Even if you have employed the power of your V-Chip to marginally limit the content of your minor children's TV viewing (remembering that the TV sets already had a on/off switch and a channel knob since the inception of the TV in the early 1900's)...

WHY SHOULD I? A grown man who turned 40 in 1999 and never owned or operated a single child under the age of 21, be FORCED TO PAY FOR A DEVICE DESIGNED TO HELP YOU DO SOMETHING THAT IS NONE OF THE GOVERNMENT'S BUSINESS IN THE FIRST PLACE?

I guarandamntee you that at least 75%...heck...probably 90% of the TV's out there have never had their V-Chips programmed, and as I understand it any kid over the age of about eight that is computer literate can simply enter the menu on the TV and easily reset the "Parental Code" back to 0000 because so many parents are too stupid to remember their codes and have to have a way out of reversing the programming.

My answer to the ill-perceived "societal problems" which spawned the V-Chip and most other stuff like "Seat Belt Laws" and "Child Seat Laws" is to give people a test, and when society finds out that any given person is STUPID and unable to function without intrusive laws like this, I'd gladly pay the government to cut the testicles off of and the ovaries out of the offending citizen...else stuff a couple of rubber stoppers so far up a couple of offending orifices that producing chirren' that need Government Mandated protection from the programming content of Cable Companies would be a non issue during their child bearing years.

That would lower the cost of my new TV's by $25 or $30 each and I could get back to watching important things like Food Network and HGTV in peace.

But after that trip down memory lane, then what really got me started this morning was not the V-Chip but was this Knoxville News story about the shrieking "do-gooders" supporting the Americans With Disabilities ACT (ADA) shoving another legal settlement up the butt down the throat of a local businessman.


Apartment developer settles ADA suit

A Knoxville apartment developer is among the defendants who must pay up to $425,000 and make improvements at 21 complexes across the state, under an agreement with the Justice Department.

...snip...

According to a news release, the case grew out of work by the Tennessee Fair Housing Council, which provided the DOJ with information that several apartment complexes were inaccessible to people with disabilities. The DOJ filed a lawsuit in 2008.

"Equal access to housing for persons with disabilities is an important right protected by both the Fair Housing Act and the Americans with Disabilities Act," Thomas Perez, Assistant Attorney General for the Civil Rights Division, said in the release. "This comprehensive settlement will ensure that equal housing opportunities required by law are provided in these 21 housing complexes."

In a prepared statement, Murphy Development said it has hired architects, engineers and construction firms that have contractually committed to meet all federal, state and local standards. The firm also said that in more than 10 years of owning and managing apartment communities, it has never received a tenant complaint related to the accessibility of its apartments.

"We plan to correct design flaws that are brought to light through this process and will continue in our commitment to providing accessible, affordable housing," the statement said.


OK...

Let's step back for a minute here and look at this situation rationally.

Say I make a little money and in the process of wanting to make a profitable investment I look around and see that the town is growing and people need a place to live.

And say that in the process I come to understand that the local job market is such that most of the people needing a place to live fall into a couple of broad categories.

1. People that have enough money and/or make enough money to buy their own building (house in legal terms) to live in.

2. People that either don't have enough/make enough money to buy their own building (house in legal terms) to live in else otherwise don't want to own a building to live in.

It seems pretty simple, based on that market analysis, Right?

But NooooooOOOOOHHHHH...just like the V-Chip and the Government and it's Big Government "Nanny State do gooder" supporters, it doesn't work that way when the "Americans With Disabilities" Nazi arrive at the local planning and zoning office.

Now in the past twenty-five or thirty years, according to the whining, sniveling, booger eating, bed wetting ADA "activists", if you want to build buildings (housing in legal terms) and make them available to the pubic public, you have to make each and every single unit you build "accessible" to people as defined in all of the ADA mumbo jumbo.

The bottom line is that compliance with this standard (the ADA) cost MONEY...and some businessmen business people want to provide "affordable housing" while at the same time not passing on the cost of ADA compliance to their customers...because by and large their market is...for instance...twenty something year old students at a nearby college or university.

And what the news consuming public fails to recognise is that the Government can tax and mandate things to infinity, but when a businessman business person has to absorb a cost--any cost--in a project...

3' wide doors in bathrooms

Elevators and ramps beside stairs in multi story buildings

Handrails in bathrooms

etc...

etc...

etc...


THE PRICE OF RENT OR OWNERSHIP GOES UP FOR EVERYBODY, EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT "DISABLED."

This CRAP and CRAP LIKE THIS in every single possible shape and form and fashion kills me, Ladies and Gentlemen.

And of course the unsaid bottom line, the underlying issue...heavy on the "lie-ing"...

is the idea that somehow it's better by passing the cost of the imagined "rights" and other government-mandated "services" on to the entire populations...

Thereby "Spreading The Misery Around" while at the same time making the "do-gooders" and "busybodies" feel good as they slap themselves on their own backs and snivel and simper and whine and cry and booger-eat/bed-wet themselves on to their next line item on their socialist/progressive agenda.

I guarandamntee you that within the foreseeable future the government is going to put mandates on the owners of single family homes--places like your house and my house--dictating that in order to build a new house it will have to meet the ADA guidelines in some form...

whether you need it or not personally...

because in the FUTURE someone might want to buy YOUR HOUSE and it wouldn't be FAIR for them to have to modify it in order to roll their wheelchair in the bathroom.

Further, just like the "GREEN ENERGY BULLSHIT INITIATIVES" being promoted today which will end up requiring owners of older homes to update windows, doors, insulation, and HVAC systems, just watch as the Government makes people add ADA accessibility to their property as a MANDATE in order to sell your old house because the people trying to get a loan in the purchase process can't receive financing without the modifications.

They're coming for ME and for YOU...

The useful idiots...the sniveling, bed wetting, booger eating, pawns used by the professional commie, socialist, Marxist, so-called liberal progressives out there that want to control EVERYTHING.

In many places like California and New England they're already here...and they're slowly slipping into places like Tennessee as I write.

You can sit around and worry about stupid crap like "American Idol" and the latest "Shrek" movie (I haven't been to the movie theater since the last "Lord of the Rings" film) but I'm in the process of cleaning up my financial situation and keeping my powder dry.

Is it just me?


MORE 1:15 PM SUNDAY...

I forgot to mention the crap which occurred while I was in college in Atlanta..."Adult only" apartments were all the rage and a place called Riverbend Apartments up off I-285 on the Chattahoochee river was the hip place to be.

They even had their own night club INSIDE the complex.

But no good thing can survive the sniveling, bed wetting, booger eaters, and some single mom decided that it was unfair that she and her brood of out-of-wedlock 'Chirren wasn't allowed to live in the complex so she could find her next "Babydaddy", and in response the Georgia Legislature and the Fed's got together and made it illegal to have apartment complexes which didn't allow children--under the guise of protecting the visits of weekend kids of divorced parents.

So a couple of self important assholes decided that the ONLY PLACE THEY COULD LIVE out of all of the apartments in Atlanta was a place like I wanted to live...a place free of other people's rugrats running around bouncing Frisbees off the hood of my new Car and cluttering up the picnic area by the river with "family outings."

Today I wonder how the "Active Senior" communities get by without the Feds stepping in and forcing them to allow a bunch of punk ass, backward ball cap wearing, subwoofer thumping idiots to move in and take over the pool every weekend.

Speaking of pools...time to go back and see what the Turbo Pup is doing in mine...