Swamp Musings

Done for the day kinda. Let's just say I forgot a lesson learned in '96. The rest of the task will keep and no feelings were badly damaged. Been using my old iron rake to repair the ankle-deep craters shitferbrains (latest Rimaname) has been digging since her granny died. Never dug before. Now she's a badger. She was following me as I was filling and was gleefully restoring them to their previous holeyness. I think I've got her convinced she is a likely part of Mz. How Dat Chow's menu if such behavior continues! The post title is actually a query. Domestic dawgs have 42 teeth. Do wolves and coyotes which have the extra canine teeth have 44? You can tell I'm really running on all 8 cylinders today..

One of my favorite blog writers is Denny and he always posts a Saturday Boobage, usually pretty tasteful (?!), always good for the MCP comments! Since I will be cleaning, storing, and doing all kind of nasty things to this 'puter over the next day or so, my early start found the below photo. My entry into 'Saturday Boobage'.



Actually I think she looks pretty good in that shot. Hideously hungover, had not realized she'd got that tat yet, and was trying real hard to recall the name of the fella taking the photo.

OK. It's time for me to go outside again. Won't do anything but I'll go outside anyway.

Well, most of it. Some parts have fallen off but what the heck, got some good milage outa the old bod all these years! A couple of the first days this week were rough on the Kleenex supply and issnot over yet but what the hell. It was my turn anyway.

Guy, I had to re-adopt the little wolfie out. He's a fine pup but his mother and sibs were within howling range. We (the donors and I) thought that at his young age and still being a weanling that had, as his best trick, not falling on his chin all the time, would not climb a hill, decend into the jungle, cross a creek and a morass, then climb another jungle-coated hill. Wrong. Fence-climber first class. Bee-line. ~1/4 mile of terrain that I walk with the help of a staff. Wolfies are somewhat different dawggies. Better adoped out now rather than possible serious troubles down the line. Just for giggles, I know a fella that put up a rather expensive chain link fence with the inward curved security panels to keep his Chihuahua from becoming roadkill!

Good stuff; finished up a project using technology that was obsolete back when I was a virgin! Hell, part of it was old-tech when my grandad was! Admittedly it needed an assist from newer "stuff" (Viagra for the electronic world? ;o), works great. I'm tickled. Now I need 4 - 0.068 mFd, 250 volt film capacitors to build the useful version. $15 minimum plus $5 shipping (UPS what will inevitably send to the fella that shoots dawgs unless LARGE RED LETTERS request delivery only at this addy is printed on the label. The parts are 28 cents each. Got to wait until I need other stuff.

Yesterday was the first day since the green snots that I was up to reasonably heavy work. Jungle plumbing. Patch the patch that replaced the patch required by 13 July, 2000. Smilax vines thicker than ticks on a July hound. Got 'er done and when I went to shower last night, my old legs that were covered with my heaviest denim looked like I'd been fighting bobcats. Fred and I cut a path through true Southern hell one week 27 years ago. This'll need some serious work before it turns into the same. BTW, Florida jus' LOVES to grow stuff that likes to not much care about hairless monkeys...

Southern hell is the transitional zone between old growth forest and field land for those that haven't "enjoyed" such. Unused lanes down into swamp abodes are rapidly re-assimilated into the borg by such vegetation.

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These last couple of days have been just slightly less than awesome. Frosty in the morning, coming close to where the rich Floridians set their thermostats in the Summer! Actually, this afternoon I just sat down on the ground and admired a sky one rarely sees and that was one so intensely blue as to appear polarized. Lost most of an hour and forgot what it was I was supposed to be doing. When I run out of things that need doing, get the hole ready! Even the Rimasaurus was besotted with this day.

I've improvised a machine that costs little for removing mold from houses that have been damaged by humidity or flooding. Been thinking about it for most of 8 years, kinda been forced into either building it or abandoning this old earth shelter. Looog story that won't be re-written now. Got most of the parts gathered 2 days ago and finished the last of the assembly and testing this afternoon before going out to admire God's handiwork. Tomorrow will be too busy with other needful things to do much serious with it, may get a couple of hours early for 2 final measurements. This will be a true acid test and if Sunday afternoon's usage shows comfort of use (I'm somewhat crippled) and low clogging maintainence, I'll make a second unit's add-on parts and have a friend photograph them for a web page. Total parts for the doodad run under $100 and can be found even in Bugtussle. IF I'm happy with it, I'll write it up and basically it is just a very high recovery vertically usuable recycling vacumn cleaner. The solution required for stripping fungi is hideously nasty to breathe. Works like a pearl, cheap, available in Bugtussle, and also, if mixed into latex paint at a ratio of around a half-cup per gallon will stop fungi in a cave (tested).

Supper is ready. Cooked Chicken a la King on the wood stove tonight. I cooked the gravy separate as I made enough to make a couple of pot pies to be baked for easy meals later. It's only 39 outside, just got the burr under the saddle to fire the old thing up as I really do like cooking on a wood stove! Might make a big fluffly omelette on it in the morning.

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Many hours later.. It is a nice comfortable snug night with full bellies, just enjoying the quiet. Fart Blossom (Rima's new name) drug the rug under the bed again whilst I was cruisin' through the last 5 year's worth of monthly CD's. Yep, I back up each month and do an annual. Learned a hard lesson after a couple of whacks. Besides, a friend wanted me to see if I had stored a particular mil video that seems to have vanished. There was a copyright prob when it was released. So far no good and I'm up to December, 2004. Lots and lots of good stuff and if a shrink ever got holt of me, she'd know perzactly my attitudes just from the savings! I've known, didn't realize it is so obvious in what hits the "save" files. Amusingly enough, the content has very little to do with it.

On Rima's new name; she farts. She drags the rug under the bed. It soaks through the box springs and mattress of my old Pennsylvania mortuary bed. Lingers. I DO occasionally feed her "good stuff" that quite often includes a fair amount of beans, onions, and as you know, dawgs don't do a decent job of digesting such. Kinda like yer old man.

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I found it! 13 MB of pretty well done wmv. Soundtrack is all ACDC starting with "Highway to Hell"! The Fart Blossom doesn't much care for ACDC at max. Hell, that's the only way to listen to them! ...preferably from a different state but...

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Found that and 3 more. Got one missing with the Los Bravos soundtrack. ...~30 minutes, found it. QuickTime, therefore unfortunately not savable to another CD w/o sending money of which I now have exactly $12.89 until January 14th IF I get paid which is not looking too likely. Yeah, I'll just crossload it. Tedious. I like my beans all in one field.

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All the videos have been succsessfully transferred, the giant beagle has been rotated in such a way that the rug (becoming a rag) now has her snout under my bed, and I've given up my morning 'maybe's'. Been invited to church again for Sunday Service (last afternoon). Love them all dearly. I'm a failed Lutheran pastor, lost interest for various reasons in 1966. Got 3 months?

Kinda more than tired and kinda enjoying a minor foul-up that would give you a smile, lots of music off the broadcast radio, and Lard Butt (formerly known as Rima). Why she rejects all folk but me is just wierd. I think I've finallaly figured it out. My good neighbor gave me a bit of disturb most of 2 months ago. He gave me another patch yesterday. Poor Ebie got beat before being shot. Rima was a 6-month weanling and she wasn't occupying a green zone. Rima was a 6-month pup, probably took whacks.

Gonna get Winter for length soon. It'll be another hurricane windfall woodload and I do have help if I call for it. Been there!

I think I'll leave that last somewhat incoherent post stand! Was a fun night with a couple of more "GRRR's!" and a couple more "yipes!". Male critters are hard to housebreak but they are even more difficult to wean. I'm closer to 60 than 50 and, wellll...

That last post was a bunch of smiles, 3 beers, and 3 daze on antihistamines. Three daze is my limit on the snot pills, learned that lesson back before ya'll conceived the kid that now has a doctorate. A short-form explaination is me having to work in an area that wasn't particularly healthy. Now I'm one of the lucky ones that has (had) no problem with most of the common allergens but that place sucked big time. Lived on snot pills until it became obvious my normal good nature and tolerance went slap to shit by 5 days on the pills. Turns out that the common antihistamines virtually stop REM sleep. Three days is my particular limit. Fourth day I'll be likely to kick yer dawg. Fifth day, I'll eat it. Sixth day, time for a bar fight! Bar fights are a really bad idea.

Had a wonderful night's sleep for a change. Still got the snots, probably the usual cold I get from my friends' kids. So far so mostly good today except for my left eyeball hanging on the cheek and all my upper teeth mostly pushed out of their sockets. Same old stuff for you folk that are still raising kids and grandkids in skool! Virus vectors! Kid goes to school, gets sniffles within a couple of weeks. Kid gets over it in 3 days. Ma and pa get it. Two weeks of honking and raising the stock value of Kimberly Clark to all-time records. Repeat 3 more time before summer vacation. Buy stock in K-C before Labor Day!

Anyway, woke with a small whine and some grunting noises. Checked out where the feet were going, Rima was not underfoot and there were no nocturnal deposits. Grunt was Doofus stuck between a retired bedside stand and the UPS battery platform. Dislodged him and pronounced "food!" That's another word Rima knows. Since all I have around is the 21% large, I crunched up a few pounds and used understood word #1"outside". Separate dishes, terribly confusing for Rima. She'd go over and eat out of his, he'd just bumble over with his mouth full and eat out of hers. Then she'd go rescue her dish and he'd crunch and munch back to his. Repeated, most amusing!

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Yesterday morning started with me laying in the sack after listening to a night of sleet and a huge lightning strike at ~2:15 AM and not enjoying the side effects of snot pills. Turned on the Sunday morning LSM, with my basic numbness, didn't view those tools of possibly the most insane man in politics with other than detachment. I think Pat Santy has it pegged.

My favorite post today comes from Dr. Helen.

There are 3 piddles on the floor, the sink is full of dishes, and I have a good book to read!



Photo taken by 14 year old brother, 25 December, 1974 in Marlow, Alabama. Wood heated greenhouse.

Jeese! Got a young wolf in da house. Da Rimasaur had a minor fit when he headed to de tits! Hell, can't blame him, she's a nice young bitch, got nice dawg tits! WAR!

All OK. She's got him "trained". Took a while. Got musical. Got my old rumblebox reciting "NO" in a bass minor G. Kinda sad actually. She's got nice dawg tits. He's got good taste! He's 9 weeks old. In a bit more than a year he will hump Rima and she won't bitch at all!

Alright, I belong in a box! Rima has now decided to adopt Doofus. Took a little coaching from me and having his ears torn off by Rima when she didn't want her tits messed with.. Doofus is eating my chair. Rima can't have pups and now she has a wolfen. The little one has eaten all the laminate off my 'puter chair.

There's a Chinese restarant in town. Odd stuff (tiger parts) can appear on the menu. Wolf bits are possible...

I'm enjoying these knuckleheads. "NO" is partially useful and if you are even a bit like me, it doesn't matter just a whole hell of a lot anyway! There is peace in the valley! Damn! I'm lovin' this pair!

The critters have retired for the night. Rima is under the horizontal files, Doofus is under my chair. Just had to move him and fitting was to dump his fuzzy carcass on top of Rima. They are now happily merged. Schoolteacher and young student.

Why didn't Ms. Walker take ME for a ride? ;o)

There's a 12 pound pile of hair laying on my left foot. There's a 60 pound load of giant beagle with nose-contact at 310 degrees. If I move, all hell will start again!

..time to move!

A very useful word. Rarely works. Sometime after curling up for the nightly coma, Airhead, previously known as Rima, started whining and being all sorts of agitated. Whazzup? She kept going to the atrium doors, back at me, then the doors. Oh. The dawg feed bags are in there. The doors were not closed, just pulled and a nose would open but since she, like a passle of other pups in the past, have had the aquaintance of the rolled-up newspaper for shredding same, she wanted ME to open said portal. 's OK if I do it or so her dawwgie brain probably thought. My warm, comfortable self took a few moments to mumble "if I have to get up, you're going outside". She sure as hell knows what "outside" means. It got real quiet after that and I got to sleep in until the temp went up to 28. The cold nose in the ear indicated outside was a fine thing now that the sun was up.

I've been practicing saying "no" today. Doofus is ready to be picked up either this evening or (my preference) tomorrow morning. Kate called this morning to say none of the pups had any untoward reaction to last night's stick, mama was teaching them bad habits this morning, and Doofus ate a big pile of shit. Did I ever mention that boy dawgs are a lot harder to house-train than girl dawgs? Go figure!

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From the local sherriff's blotter:

SEVEN MEN ARRESTED AT DUI CHECKPOINT
Case #05-37682, 05-37681, 05-37680, 05-37676, 05-37675
Live Oak (12/16/05) – On Friday, December 16th, Suwannee County Sheriff’s Office in conjunction with the Live Oak Police Department and Florida Highway Patrol set up a DUI checkpoint on US 90 East at 97th Lane. The following men were arrested:

Jose Perez, 47, Suwannee Farms, C.R.349, Live Oak, Fl. - D.U.I. - his bond was set at $1000.00. He posted bond and was released.

Winston Jacobo, 60, 849 Tara Trace, Live Oak,Fl. - D.U.I. - He was released on his own recognisance.

Esequiel Duran, 33, 218 NW Benlin Drive, Lake City, FL. – No valid driver’s license – His bond was
Set at $250.00. He posted a cash bond and was released.

Bernardo Garcia, 22, 8th Avenue, Gainesville, FL. – No valid driver’s license – His bond has been set
At $250.00.

Valentin Pasqual, 37, 1468 US 129 N, Lake City, FL. – No valid driver’s license – His bond was set
At $250.00. He posted a cash bond and was released.

Jose Alberto Hernandez, 30, 14437 NW 143rd Street, Alachua, FL. – No driver’s license – His bond
Was set at $250.00. He posted a cash bond and was released.

Eloy Olgium, 26, 11244 69th Lane, Live Oak, FL. – No driver’s license – After his bond was set at
$250.00 he posted a cash bond and was released.

No driver's license = no insurance = no tags. Interesting. BTW, I never venture out at night with wheels these daze unless the cause is absolutely mandatory. Eternal love might work. Nah. The rash has mostly cleared up..

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Huh?

Mexico Promises to Block Border Wall Plan

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Before these fall to the Saturday scythe;

EXECUTIVE ORDER 12139
EXERCISE OF CERTAIN AUTHORITY RESPECTING ELECTRONIC SURVEILLANCE
23 May 1979 (Carter)


EXECUTIVE ORDER 12949
FOREIGN INTELLIGENCE PHYSICAL SEARCHES
February 9, 1995 (Clinton)


Clinton Used NSA for Economic Espionage

Echelon, no less! Sheesh. Bet THAT pissed-off the fwench!

COURT SAYS U.S. SPY AGENCY CAN TAP OVERSEAS MESSAGES

By DAVID BURNHAM, SPECIAL TO THE NEW YORK TIMES (NYT) 1051 words Published: November 7, 1982

A Federal appeals court has ruled that the National Security Agency may lawfully intercept messages between United States citizens and people overseas, even if there is no cause to believe the Americans are foreign agents, and then provide summaries of these messages to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. [snip]

From the WSJ OpinionJournal:

Thank You for Wiretapping
Why the Founders made presidents dominant on national security.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005 12:01 a.m. EST

Wisconsin Democrat Russ Feingold wants to be President, and that's fair enough. By all means go for it in 2008. The same applies to Lindsey Graham, the South Carolina Republican who's always on the Sunday shows fretting about the latest criticism of the Bush Administration's prosecution of the war on terror. But until you run nationwide and win, Senators, please stop stripping the Presidency of its Constitutional authority to defend America.

That is the real issue raised by the Beltway furor over last week's leak of National Security Agency wiretaps on international phone calls involving al Qaeda suspects. The usual assortment of Senators and media potentates is howling that the wiretaps are "illegal," done "in total secret," and threaten to bring us a long, dark night of fascism. "I believe it does violate the law," averred Mr. Feingold on CNN Sunday.

The truth is closer to the opposite. What we really have here is a perfect illustration of why America's Founders gave the executive branch the largest measure of Constitutional authority on national security. They recognized that a committee of 535 talking heads couldn't be trusted with such grave responsibility. There is no evidence that these wiretaps violate the law. But there is lots of evidence that the Senators are "illegally" usurping Presidential power--and endangering the country in the process. [snip]

Read the whole thing.

I'm not going to add to the fray as it has been just too much fun cruising the blogs and in one case, enjoying one of the better flamewars I've read for a while! Being a libertarian (small "L"), I'm vastly opposed to no-knock raids and warrantless wiretaps, actually any unconstitutional intrusion by gummit. Did any of you read Christopher DeMuth's Unlimited Government yet?.

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Got a flight booking for Christmas?

Stove tempering done, usual smoke-out. The tube is now warmed and there is a lot of heat available! Sheesh. Shoot at me. Mor'n likely you'll miss. Only one critter got a graze and that was 17 years ago. Head wounds bleed a lot but when one has nothing above the shoulders, why worry...

Pup-time will be tomorrow (today). I've had several (3) cases of terminal parvo here and the pups were not stuck yet. If you have any experience with death by parvo, you understand. Just for not-fun, parvo is distemper written by Stephen King. Young Mr. Wrinkled Ear Fuzz will become Mz. Rima's outlook as soon as the parvo reaction is done. Maybe today, certainly by Sunday. I've lots of newspaper! Donno. I just like critters!

Earlier today I replied to a letter Jan mailed. Those that have received letters from me know they come in parts. One poor sumbich got a 12-pager! Jan's was only up to page 2 and pretty-well done before I continued what was being done in the shop. 'puter blue-screened. Evaporated all not saved. Got to thinking maybe I ought to call Jerry Falwell and have him "save" this old tool!

Heresy. Shoot at me. Rima might eat yer nads first.

Yep. Gotta do it. Rima is being "socialized" for the entry of Doofus. She hates all people (her mother got a triple-tap by a local sociopath between a couple of last year's hurricanes, been wrote about before) except me. Other folk, good people, tend to get a bit nervous cause she tends to maintain the 120 degree position at 10 yards. Didn't much care about me for a while. 2 legs doesn't play well for her. 4 legs do. She's just about adult. She's just about tired of this old fart walking so poorly.

Lighting up the wayback machine, ol' Bear (photo a few posts ago) also quartered. His spot on a hike was at 200 degrees and 30 yards. Totally silent. Maintained distance and angle. ...unless there was a kid around and all rules were off! His favorite flavor was disposable diapers...

Just tried to go back to bed. Kitchen, OK. Lab bench, OK. Pass by door before the rack, NOT OK. She seems to think my vestigial brain has totally atrophied. The last American-made dial thermometer reads 21 degrees. Nope. I'm not gonna thump it. I am not even vaguely amused with night-hiking. Yeah, I've been spoiling her since her granny's death. You'd do the same.

at 8 AM. Rimasaurus elected as she wanted out somewhere before ohdarkthirty so I opened the pneumonia hole and she split. Me, I was all for the toasty cot and blankie for a few more hours. When my bladder decided that another day needed facing, first thought was to avoid stepping on le dawg. No dawg. Oh. Outside. I opened the door and a blur came dirt-tracking at maximum G's down the hill, around the corner, and sliding to a stop just before impacting with the wood stove! Chilly, eh? She's curled-up on the bedside rug with accusing eyes. Next time she'll probably just piss on the floor.

Looks like there's gonna be another pup in residence soon. 1/4 Chow, 1/4 Malemute, 1/2 Timber Wolf, looks just like a Newfie. Two of his sisters are card-carrying bad-asses with the one the folk are keeping being a certified risk even at 8 weeks! (today is 8th-week b'day) He's a flop-eared doofus that likes dark spaces. Big son-of-a-girl-dawg. Guesstamate 80 pounds at maturity but lord knows I've been wrong before.

Got one fairly major project finished before going out to peek at pups last night and the plan today is to finish up the documentation. As it is of absolutely no interest to anyone other than myself, documentation will be done in case those who will come after want to know WTF it was all about. Task #2 is to fire up the wood stove. Got the chimney cleared a while back, just haven't really needed supplimental heat in the old earth-shelter beyond a tiny electric space heater by the throne (when it's cold outside it doesn't matter that the toilet seat is the same temperature it was in July; tongue & flagpole cold! ;o). #2 has a annual routine and every now and then I forget the preamble to making it work right. The chimney is a major load-supporting structure of the half-million pound roof and is kinda massive. Nine feet of it extends above the dirt and gets royally cold-soaked each year before the first fire and when the dampers (2) are opened, cold air just pours down the tube like a river. First fire will always fill the house with smoke unless I build a series of teaser fires first. With the windows open. And a fan on. And something to do elsewhere whilst the smoke clears! Gotta warm the tube before slapping serious heat to it.

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#1 is finished, gonna start #2 as it's up to 40 degrees and there's some wood down in the shop that needs reshaping (probably into kindling given my wood-working skills), besides, the Rimasaur elected as it's time to go play outside anyway.

I see I have a political rant in que on this word doc. It'll keep. Oh, on the P.O.'ed granny, that bail won't hold. Granny did major-league bad and she sure pissed-off one wrong dude. Right now there seems to be a case of "go granny go!" appearing. Don't know if the fuckno's or upyours are gonna win. If voting were enabled, I got a case of the upyours! ;o) BTW, Sergeant Ben Sears is a pretty good fella and isn't the "dude". My lamented Dina(saur) liked his patrol car (she was the retired K-9 cop dawg) and thought he was awful nice as well. Hussy!

See you when the smoke clears.

Sheesh! This granny lives about 17 miles from here in a area that has somewhat degenerated in the last few years. $300 grand? My oh my...

LIVE OAK WOMAN ARRESTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER
Case #05-37950, 05-37933

Live Oak (12/19/05) – On Monday, December 19th, Suwannee County Sheriff’s Deputy Tanya Rodriguez arrested Belle Turman Wooley, 80, 7228 153rd Road, Live Oak, FL. Wooley was charged with attempted murder, aggravated assault on a law enforcement officer, possession of a firearm in the commission of a felony, armed trespassing, shooting into an occupied dwelling and aggravated fleeing and eluding with injury and traffic crash.

At approximately 5:50 p.m. Deputy Rodriguez was dispatched to a residence on 149th Road after a report had been called in that multiple shots had been fired into the residence. The caller told dispatch that Wooley was angry with a family member and was shooting at him. When Deputy Rodriguez arrived she located Belle Wooley in her vehicle outside the residence and asked her to exit it. At first she complied but when the residents of the home came out she became angry and jumped back into the vehicle. Wooley then proceeded to drive her vehicle directly towards the deputy as she stood next to her vehicle. Deputy Rodriguez was forced to move as Wooley fled from the scene. At that time, Sergeant Ben Sears joined in the pursuit and they followed Wooley, who was traveling at a high rate of speed. She was involved in a traffic crash on US 90 and 149th Road before they were able to stop her.

Wooley was arrested and transported to the Suwannee County Jail. Her bond has been set at $300,000.00.

Whilst wandering around my favorite blogs Monday afternoon, found Rand linking Iowahawk again. Seems the Zarkman was liveblogging the Iraq election. As usual, put yer cup down or go bring in another keyboard! One of the links on the Zarkmeister spoof was some Iraqi lovin'. That link opens directly into Windows Media Player and if you have curious kids around, I recommend you encourage them to be elsewhere for a minute or you may find yourself being asked some uncomfortable questions!

No more Western music, Iran president decrees

‘Indecent’ artists like Kenny G. to get boot off TV, radio airwaves
Iranian President Ahmadinejad speaks to students of Tarbiyat-Modarres University in Tehran

TEHRAN, Iran - George Michael, Eric Clapton and Kenny G. will no longer be heard on Iranian airwaves after hard-line President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad issued a decree banning Western music from the country's radio and TV stations.

The official IRAN Persian daily reported Monday that Ahmadinejad, as head of Iran's Supreme Cultural Revolutionary Council, ordered the enacting of an October ruling by the council for Western songs to be banned.

"Blocking indecent and Western music from the Islamic Republic of Iran Broadcasting is required," according to a statement on the council's official Web site. [snip]

Kenny G? He's the only one that sounds Persian! If you want to read some humorous comments about Ahmadinejad's decree, the troops over at the Free Republic have some goodies.

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I got a phone call yesterday evening from a friend offering me my pick of three 8 week old pups. Supposed to go over this evening and select one. The black male sounds good, just don't know if I'm up to trying another wolf hybrid again. Starting this young it might be possible to territory bond one but I doubt it. With my very limited experience and lots of observation over years, the wolf characteristic of extreme independence certainly isn't conducive to training. Donno. It'd certainly brighten up Rima's life and lord have mercy is she ever a homebody!

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From StrangeCosmos:



Cute! If you want to view some original hygiene posters, there's a large collection HERE and many of them are even funnier!

Just uploaded another doodad on the bogdaddy.com site. Haven't done much with it for quite a while. If you are into SWL or ham radio, it might be of interest. Yeah, got all sleepless and the old docs have been sitting on one of my horizontal filing surfaces for months. Decided to put on some ACDC and type for a while.

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Want to see a M60E4 blow off 850 rounds non-stop? Now I've burned off a batch of ammo in the past and learned happiness isn't necessarily a warm gun (de barrel, she do get hot!) but this is just totally over the top! 11.4 MB wmv and I can't imagine why the barrel of that gun just didn't melt down. As beefy as the dude running that thing was, I'm willing to bet he was stove up fierce the next day.

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Do you enjoy all those pharm ads on teevee? You know, the ones with the hideous side effects interspersed with the sue-the-pharm-company lawyer ads? Just for giggles, I had broadcast channel 57 on Saturday with old B movies making people noises and their commercial breaks included 5 (five) sue 'ems in a row one pass. Well, you really out to check out Panexa. I want some. Not for me. Needs to be slipped into various shyster coffee pots!

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This is a rather small wmv, 425 KB, quality isn't too good either. Now I've flown in rough weather and had more than a few nasty suprises but THIS would de-starch my shorts fer sure!

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In order not to start another project (needs daylight anyway), I'm viewing/listening to the last week's collection of downloads. 3 didn't make it past the start gate, 5 have, got 2 more to run. Both are freely provided music with gen-u-ine words from good folk.

Yeah. Right.

1 each - spec MIL-E-5400A, unit, damaged

Violated my not-going-out-until-the-sun returned. 'Stuff' has to be done and I'm "it". Soak it up through the toes and blow it out yer nose. Truthfully, I far prefer snow and temps below freezing to this slop. The weathercritter says more coming before the week is over. "I'm dreaming of a mud Christmas/ just like most North Florida Christmas's are..." Maybe the old, used-up bod is having the annual adjustment problems. Hell, the young bod didn't much care for it either. Gurmble. The parts that don't ache probably have nerve damage and need replacing!

Did you watch President Bush's speech tonight? Struck me as having been written for 10 year old gummit skool chillin'. Waay downbeat, apologetic. Shoulda hollered out the good stuff and kicked some major-league traitorous MSM and democrat (same?) ass.

I read this from National Review Online earlier, seems fitting in light of the speech:

America’s Earliest Terrorists
Lessons from America’s first war against Islamic terror.

By Joshua E. London

At the dawn of a new century, a newly elected United States president was forced to confront a grave threat to the nation — an escalating series of unprovoked attacks on Americans by Muslim terrorists. Worse still, these Islamic partisans operated under the protection and sponsorship of rogue Arab states ruled by ruthless and cunning dictators.

Sluggish in recognizing the full nature of the threat, America entered the war well after the enemy’s call to arms. Poorly planned and feebly executed, the American effort proceeded badly and at great expense — resulting in a hastily negotiated peace and an equally hasty declaration of victory. [read the rest - good stuff]

The Zarkman is back on Iowahawk. Put yer drink down before clicking. OK. Don't. Keyboards are cheap.


My ham bone and blackeyes are 'bout ready.

Images from the battle for Monrovia, Liberia
a.k.a., the gangsta hip-hop method. Fo shizzle de revolution! About as much fun as a crushed nut.

Somehow, while viewing that site I couldn't get the opening scene of Kubrick's 2001 out of my mind.


This is actually a pretty good article from New York Magazine.
The Abortion Capital of America
There's a interesting link at the end of page five.

How about a catchy "Solstice carol?" Of course it helps if you're the type of person that names your dawgs things like Nyerlathotep and Cthulu...

Are you ready for the what-ever-they-are-called holidaze? Got your menu planned? If you've got a large crowd coming over you might want to try this delight!

I think the last couple of days of true slobberjob weather is getting to me. Can't get dry or warm and ain't gonna go play outside until the sun returns. Hopefully UPS will bring me a nice present this week.

Hopefully not for long for whatever this bit of swamp ooze is worth. The last week, well, don't ask. Some things just ain't worth remembering, much less recording. Shit hit the fan Thursday a week ago about dusk, somewhat improved by Tuesday. Old things thought not a problem for many years can just slip back in and bite some serious ass!

There were sooo many things better to do but now, it's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. "Let's hit it!" I love that line. It might be my all-time favorite movie line!

Well, Tuesday night I had to face the tiny (very tiny unfortunately) task of balancing the checkbook and budgeting through mid-January. Grim. Since I had not actually stocked up on the November 16th trip to town suitable to last through December, Wednesday needed to be the day to go play traffic lights and bumpercars. It was either that or back to roots, bark, and cute little gut-shot woodland critters! Had all my lists ready (project parts, groceries, and household), fixed Rima a pot of the "good stuff", packed the camera bag with the checkbook and lists, loaded the ice chest in the buggy, disconnected the antennas and phone lines (front coming through, t'storms likely), then went to put on my freshly-washed "goin' to town" not too shabby jeans. The britches were uncomfortable. Turned out the duct tape I'd repaired a split seam with didn't hold up to the the washing machine and was gnawing hide. Solution? Why ask?! (put duct tape on the January list)

Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to purgatory I go! A five-stop shop. The path starts at the vendor furthest out and proceeds back with a route that requires the fewest left turns back into the hideous traffic mess. First stop was the Hindu's for a tin of my favorite 'bacca and a babble. Second was grocery store #1. Got the checkbook and list #1 out of the bag. Riffled through the lists. Oh shit. Instead of the shopping lists, I'd packed the round toit and correspondence lists. All on index cards, picked up the wrong stack! Well, that dropped the project stops off the circuit as even one part missing means a repeat trip anyway and the probability of me forgetting one is so close to 100%, why bother? Went ahead and winged the grocery lists and didn't do too bad, only forgot 3 household items. Might make another try tomorrow morning if the front coming through tonight passes by 9 AM tomorrow. After that, only the promise of eternal love will pry me back before the January white sales end!

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Been considering what to do about replacing my Cookie Monster. Poor Rima is languishing. I'm kinda OK with her except I don't chase critters or dig holes and won't go wading in the creek. That, and I won't stay outside like she wants me to. One thought is to look around for a critter like our old "Bear". He was a rottie/shep cross, looked pretty much like a bear cub when he was a pup and Nina named him accordingly. Me, I prefer names like Nyerlathotep and Ebola (Tep and Ebie). Bear grew up to be a gentle giant that didn't mind little kids pulling on his ears or tail, using him for a pony, but he wouldn't supervise chillin' like the shep girls did. When the deer flies were bad, he'd just go lay in the pond with just his nose and eyes out of the water, occasionally submersing attempting to dislodge those on the nose. I sure wish one of those photos had survived. This is the only one I rescued:



We got Bear from a couple who fostered kids, mostly older ones but I remember a baby one visit. At least one of the teen boys had been adopted and all those kids got a heck of a good deal. Lots of acreage, lots of critters including horses, goats, rabbits, ducks, chickens, and of course, dawgs. They were quite a ways off the beaten path and I used to go up and shoot the breeze with them for quite a while. Haven't in a long time and rather doubt they are still involved as this was nearly 20 years ago and I doubt the present excuse we have for HRS or HHS or CPS, or whatever it's called these daze would approve, besides, they were close to my present age back then.

..just a thought. Probably best to wait until I'm sure my system is done with the Borrelia.

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Class, here is your reading assignment for the day. This excellent essay by Christopher DeMuth, president of the American Enterprise Institute, Unlimited Government is really worth reading. Less footnotes it runs 11 pages of 12-point so allow a little sit-down time.

And for recess, you might like this 20 MB of wmv Haute-Voltige stunt flying!

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The sun is kinda up if you count 39 degrees and a drizzly overcast, got to go down to the unheated shop for a few hours. Don't wanna, just gotta. Next task on the round toit needs shop tool work.

Well, at least not down here in the swamp. Pretty pit-i-ful on the LSM about that Rigoberto fella. Center of mass troops, when presented with a clear and present danger, center of mass. Save the fancy shooting for the range.

Best night's sleep for a week. Pulled the bedside rug from underneath with a scowling furry thing on it as the sound of it gnawing on the box springs probably would have been distracting, curled up with smooth jazz down low so as not to compete with the rain, coma-level in moments. Wakeup call was a large, cold, wet nose in the ear. FAR superior to the thylacine treatment! Got both feet planted on the floor and lo and behold, a no-stick morning. So far so good. The hair supply was standing by the door patiently waiting. The sleep bleary eyes peered through the ***clean*** glass, told the rest of the creaky assemblage to open the portal. Yep, still raining. Hairpile was re-thinking the wisdom of "outside" so I went out and stood under the eve. She made a couple of tentative over the threshold excursions before committing herself and at that point I slipped back in and quickly closed the door! ...if looks could kill I'd have been dead meat in 2 seconds! That's OK, at least I've mostly managed the art of the flush toilet!

Did you catch Record Low Temps Seen in Parts of U.S. off Drudge this morning? Awful early. Must have something to do with that global warming thingamabob. It ain't no day fit to go skinny-dipping in the pond but I'll take my typical December grunge anytime.

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Don't go read Steve H. today unless you really need a serious stitch in your ribs! Best stuff he's written since, ummm, yesterday.

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I'd intended to include a photo to go with the panties-on-the-head comment. Couldn't find it then. Found it. Sorry, lost the source.



I donno. Staged? But then again,



From him, I'd expect such!

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"Wash her up and have her brought to my tent".

Hoo boy, it's time to turn off the internet radio! Somewhere way back when dirt was being invented, someone said something like "in the Spring a young man's thoughts turn to thoughts of love". Something like that. Well, in the normal drearyness of slopped-up December, a old swampfart's thoughts tend to veer toward those of a misspent youth! When looking for the grabsomeabu photo above, found another one. From 1973. Writing up the needful story to go along with it would use up 2 of my last 3 neurons. ..which means I'll probably do it and fail to post the product!

Sheesh.

..a little update: the proper quote is from Alfred Lord Tennyson and should read "In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."

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Three items have become such that boots are mandatory. No way around 2, the 3rd might as well be done. It's all warm and cozy here in the middle of the compost pile. I like here, doan wanna. Can't get out of it. It would be eversomuch better to continue "slaving" over a hot soldering iron completing a really neat little piece of a redesigned 1950's project, nope. Boots. One task involves an automobile. Good folk on the end of that one. The other 2 bring back a big chunk of my father's wisdom poured into ignorant ears. Build the mold, pour the bronze into it, live with the results. Ageless. Painfully true.

"The passenger, identified as Rigoberto Alpizar, a 44-year-old U.S. citizen, was gunned down on a jetway just before the American Airlines plane was about to leave for Orlando".

Let's have a moment of mourning for poor Rigoberto who got has ass shot off. Too goddam bad he was "gunned-down" as the Asshole Press stated.

My guess is that the ACLU, "Dr." Dean, and the whole pantheon of moonbats are gonna feast on this one. I've not looked yet, did with that string of rancid jizm that John Fucked-up-beyond-redemtion Kerry had as his VP cloaca (n : a waste pipe that carries away sewage). Edwards must have been a dilly. I wouldn't let him do a microscope on dawg turds. "Dr." Dean? My beloved is deathly ill, Dean is the on-call. Would it be kinder to just shoot her now? Jeez. ..and he's the head of the DNC?

Torture? Prisoners? Ever spent some "vacation time" in a Fairfax County lockup? Where de fuk did de "bad" bitch come up with that inbred little snatchdribble that made all the mess "exposed" by the DNC during the Al Grabass hearings? Yup. Virginia hires only people with dental problems only found after 8, often 10 generations of brother-sister couplings. Sometimes the Army has a screener that comes from the same stock.

Frankly I wouldn't mind having panties on my head but what the hell.

Lard-butt just howled at me. Got my attention. Wanted OUT. Raining, colder than an ex-mother-in-law's cunt. Nasty stuff.

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Lard-butt doesn't like it outside. Can't say as I blame her. Nasty. Constant chilly December rain with the thermo at 46 degrees. Just opening the front door makes noses all over the world run. Whilst she was outside, I put the bulk King Arthur flour out of reach (bag-gnawing earlier), she got fussed, drug the rug by the bed under the bed and is now gnawing the undercarriage of said bed.

She'll get over it. Hopefully before I sell her to _________ as a lunch special!

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Mmmmmph! Doesn't this just warm the cockleberries! Threatened by warming, Arctic people file suit against US It's possible the folk over in France can balance the lawshit with their "frozen Europe" stuff! Frankly, I'm, as usual, all for melting off that big pair of cold stuff. More room for the delightful critters that wear floss! Shoot me!

Girls are awful nice to look at. 3D with the proper smells.

Expensive these daze but still kinda nice. I'd kinda like one!

1943 Guide to Hiring Women

LOL! Is that the sound of the Italian switchblade I hear opening?!! Most of you who might accidentally read this will be far too young to recall World War 2. Indeed (GR is pretty cool regardless of his taste in puppies! ;o), I'm too young. Not so young due to parent, grandparents, a big box of uncles, crazy old aviators, and lots of mentors, especially a couple of fantastically good profs in college. Plus an OSS agent, a OSS-then-CIA fella (I always wonder if if he knew I knew his history?! Finestkindof patriot).

Sleety outside. Mizzable. Got the SpoiledOne ® inside. Well-fed, raised a bit of hell 15 minutes ago (the odd scampering sound is probably being digested). Obviously if the 100% precipitation prediction is correct and the sorrysoggys are as specified, I just might have to light up a wood burner. Too damned warm for snow, foot-soaking, piss-ant yuck weather. Been thinkin' if it ought to be a good year to put up another Christmas tree. I've had a couple picked out for the last few years, just thinning some serious overgrowth that has needed the touch of the chainsaw for years. One absolutely has to get removed before my mail service gets plugged. Kinda nice having that old comfort sitting over there where 4 stacks of wore-out trade journals now occupy. Old parallel wired lights, some old ornaments, friendly memories of folk past but not forgotten... Besides, Christmas trees are awful pretty!

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It's gonna be a heavy rock night. Got the old turntable cleared, found my disk brush, made up a batch of cleaning solution, and intend to copy vinyl to CD with some good old stuff. Zep, Cream, and maybe some Redbone. Then see if I can get Rima to duet with me in a Night Howl in the rain.

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Since those that might read this have already heard of the Columbian asshat that got his sorry ass shot dead (frangible .45, hope it was a gut shot), isn't that one of the nicest pieces of nooz you'ver heard for a while? The link from Drudge makes a comment that his wife said he was mentally unstable. Medellin, Colombia to Orlando? Gee. Wonder what was in the cargo hold? Mentally unstable? Probably another shipment to the boyz in Boston, California, and Vermont where braindeadness reigns in all the votes. I don't necessarily agree with what Rivrdog said, rather hope he is wrong. With the local population something around 30% (verified) illegal alien and the crime rate now actually exceeding Washington, D.C., the welfare "system" saturated, something will have to give someday. Donno. Due to my desire to continue sucking air, 2 lines are omitted. Nothing special, known all over the place, just not wise to post such when the boyz from Columbia show up on the visitors part of a vanity blog.

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DAMN it's nasty outside! Just went out to collect the laundry from the electric dryer and pick a lemon, goddam that was mizzable. Miss SpoiledOne ® decided I needed supervision. The gal that seriously resists inside almost caused me to take a faceplant on her way back in! Damn smart pooch! Filthy, nasty night. Soak-it-up-thru-yer-feet, blow it outa yer nose stuff. Gimme 20 below, fresh snow, and no wind. No sun until Saturday.

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For fun and games, don't give yer giant beagle the doctored-up leftover red beans and rice if she is to spend the night in the same room. Rough.

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Venezuela plans legislation to extend Chavez term till 2030
Shaky source, where's prez Peanutbrain? Chavez is such a wonderful leader and should be god-for-life just like his bestest suckbuddy. BTW, I don't use much gasoline and the bit I do will never come from a CITGO tank.

LOL!
The blogspot screen informed me I'd left out a closing tag on the last post and normally I would just go back to the Word screen which I can see, find it and fix it. I usually miss a couple when writing in the middle of the day, no problem. Since I'd already had my nap interrupted by leaving the teevee on and some piece-of-crap "newsthing" woke me with the usual "hate the foul USA" crap, was kinda testy. Didn't do a good job as I used the blogger edit screen which leaves nose marks on the monitor! Accidentally ate part of one sentence in the process. It'll get fixed soon after getting a response from one or more of the emails sent out this morning. No, there has to be something wrong with those numbers or the calculator in XP or me. Hopefully it's just me.
Besides, I was peckish. Made the best pot of spaghetti sauce I've made since 1999. Hurtfully good. Yard weeds (wild oregano and basil, garlic chives), last of the fresh portobellos, green peppers, and home-grown 'maters, plus a store-bought little onion that came from Saddam's stash in Syria! Do you know the difference between an onion and a moonbat? I cry when I chop up an onion.
Oh, lots of the last batch of deli Italian sausage. It had just the right amount of anise.
Obviously I couldn't eat alone. The spoiled-one needed a plateload as well. Hers without spaghetti. Over many decades of feeding pooches the one thing that is an almost 'eat it twice' is spaghetti. Macaroni, OK, noodles, same. Spaghetti usually has to be eaten twice. Feed it outside or haul out the mop. She got hers on homemade bread!
I found a decent radio station somewhere around Tampa (Alltel DSL isn't working well enough to keep Radio Margaritaville up), picked up this book:

Oh lordy, John D. built a masterwork of psychopathy in that one! WRONG book to continue! Went to sleep instead.

Here's the reason for the LOL tag:

Rima didn't appreciate me sleeping in. Got my ear bent with a howl in my left ear that had absolutely no possibility of being misunderstood! For a change I'd hooked the walking stick on the headboard and avoided the nosedive on the way to opening the (clean for a change) front door! That photo is archival GIS thylacine. Tasmanian wolf, etc. Rima just wanted to drop a land mine.
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Been a fine day so far. Completely overcast, feels like sloppy snow coming, mizzable outside. Moonbats seem to continue being moonbats, the Southern border is totally wide open as usual, got a couple of more local murders (they'll probably peak in a couple of weeks. ..as usual), found a new app for a old design (happyness! Much design fun!), and with food in the larder, clean sheets and a good book to read when tired sets in, all's right in my small world with the exception that the NiMH batteries in the camera won't take the load anymore. **sigh** 3 years is pretty good for a set and these were not new when installed. Think Wal*Mart. Not me, you.

Found the Kenny G. and SR 71 stuff. It is here, same file size of 100.5 MB, commercially reformatted. Soothing for a weary old soul and a young beastie that's still pretty fussed-up.
Previous post was large, prompt part was "According to a legislative appropriations report, the hospital had a budget of $61.2 million last fiscal year, which rose to $73.2 million ($563,077 per year per inmate, $1,543 per day)) this fiscal year and jumps to $97.2 million in fiscal 2007. That big increase is to finance the hiring of staff for the new hospital.
The rest of the nonsense makes me even more cross-eyed. 130 patients and $61 million? Staff" 150 inmates in the new one and 781 guards? $97 mil in 2007? Penthouses at the finest casinos would be better with lots of chips. ..with your money?
I do need my teeth fixed. Got enough left for a bus ticket to Las Vegas. Can cut holes in a old knit hat and use a finger to rob a store. (______ gets my firearms, not useful by me for such)
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Rima is overnighting again. Got her eating decent again. She's spooky, expected. Mom got shot, granny dropped dead. I'm fussed with Cookie's death. Just as fine as she could be before sundown, died far enough before dawn to make it especially unpleasant to put her tongue back in her mouth. Goddam, I'm lousy with that. Never ever want to do that with any more people. Done that 3 times, hauled out a few others. Cookie was not a dead pet. She was a old friend. It would be a marveolous thing if a 4-leg could live as long as a parrot.
My little camera seems to have developed a flaw. With fres batteries it takes 54 seconds to light the little screen and ask if I want more. Clicking the screen display results in it turning itself off. Took 5 minutes to get this photo:

Good pooch. Up until recently always had a friend, needs a friend. She's been all fucked-up since Ebie (her mother) got shot. As soon as my asswipe mentality gets over it, I'll give Pat a call. A new throwaway which the yankee tourists do continually will amuse her, might be good for me. Back 25 years ago the boys and girls had pretty-much guessed it was 4 dogs per mile of I-75 (1981). My old friends from then are all dead.
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Been sorting through the few old photos post El Nino. Had some "developed" by an outfit in Seattle. Genuine Pentax (Honeywell, 35 mm), format will not transfer. It seems to have some sort of a block code. won't permit the usual frame transfer. Must be from some of the Apple shit. Too (well, maybenot) long for the Sonyshit. It'll get fished.
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Time to bag it for the day and evening. Got one outside job that is needin', 2 inside that are absolutes. One dawg that is slowly loosing her memory of Cookie, and just me what needs washing.
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did you read this?
No Convictions Against Al-Arian
...or the story of the Islamic school in Tampa that has gotten $332,000 of state voucher funds linked to al Arian? Admittedly true, the USA is supposed to be immune to religion by gummit. Kinda bothers me when my state tax money (raised 50%, no shit) this year are providing funds for the future assholes of the world. Teach them some Baptist so we (previously) young males know about the wrong end of shotguns, not the totally fucked-up madrassas crap. FUCK EVERYTHING ISLAMIC". There is nothing Islamic worth a wet dog fart. I read the book thrice. Wonderful text if one is into rape, murder, lots of the goodies all the black folk are trained for in jail including rape, murder, and HATE. ..then being released. Black folk, even the male kids around here, are muslims these daze. I queired outside 2 months ago; zero blacks working in the facilities that were commercially profitable (most of 2 years for one, 5 the other, 6 the third actually) replaced by 100% illegal aliens. White and black flight. The illegals? Sorry. They run in gangs. Do LOTS of dope. Beat the shit out of their chiquitas--and kids. They are the most miserable creatures to have around. Nasty, sorry, foul bastards. Those I knew in California and a batch in New Mexico were good folk. The invasion of the foulest of Mexico need some sort of civilization. Truely foul animals.
Badnasty boarhogs are better.

Interesting...

Mental hospital criticized

Audit blames two deaths on deficiencies

By Cy Ryan
Sun Capital Bureau

CARSON CITY -- "Serious deficiencies" at the Southern Nevada Mental Health Hospital contributed to the death of two patients and have resulted in the lack of treatment for others, a federal audit found.

The audit by the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services reported a shortage of staff contributed to many of the problems, including attacks by patients on nurses and mental health technicians.

The centers, in a report dated Nov. 16, threatened to cut off federal funds if the problems are not corrected.

Usual crap, eh? There's more:

Carlos Brandenburg, director of the state Division of Mental Health and Developmental Services, said that could mean a loss of $4.3 million this fiscal year and $5.3 million next fiscal year.

A corrective action plan was submitted Tuesday to the federal agency, he said.

"The bottom line is we need to ensure quality care is a top priority," Brandenburg said. "There is no excuse for this. The hospital has overextended itself."

The audit, conducted Oct. 17-19, noted two deaths in April -- a 28-year-old homeless man who hanged himself and a woman who experienced breathing problems after taking a medicine.

The report said the "root cause" of the suicide was the absence of a physician to check on the man during the weekend.

The attending physician went on a scheduled leave on Friday, and the man hanged himself on Sunday. The audit found that there was "no record that the covering physician attended to the patient."

The attending physician "acknowledged that weekend and leave coverage had become very sloppy," the report said.

At the time, there was only one on-call physician on weekends to cover 77 patients.

The female patient died on the way to a hospital after experiencing labored breathing. The audit said a nurse had not followed the procedure for implementing the first dose of a new medication, and the mental hospital had not followed a plan of care for the woman.

The hospital, which can take up to 130 patients, has a staff of 431, but needs more registered nurses and mental health workers.

The audit found that patients failed to get treatment or rehabilitation, noting that an auditor "observed patients watching television, sitting on benches and sitting in chairs not involved in any form of therapeutic activities." ever been to a shrink farm? Sheesh.

One patient told auditors that the staff is too busy to help.

"All they do here is line you up to give medications and don't explain what the medication is for," the patient said.

Staff, in interviews, said they did not have enough workers to do the rehabilitation.

Brandenburg said a major problem is that the hospital has no private rooms for therapy.

"Any therapy must be conducted in an open area, and there is no way you can conduct any type of therapy in an open area," he said.

Part of his corrective plan is to reduce the number of beds by 10 and use those rooms for therapy.

The state division has not been able to hire the needed staff because of the nationwide nursing shortage, Brandenburg said.

He wants to contract help and is going to seek approval for an early hire of staff at the 150-bed mental hospital that will be completed in April.

The audit said it found there were an inadequate number of registered nurses and mental health workers "for a safe and therapeutic environment."

One nurse alone on duty told the auditors she was choked by a patient. She could not call for help and another patient had to summon aid.

One mental health worker said a patient grabbed her hair and she and the patient fell to the floor. She fractured her elbow.

Another employee said she suffered a broken jaw when hit by a patient, and she added, "It's like walking into a battlefield."

In these cases there is no other staff around to thwart the attacks, the study concluded.

A review of the records showed nine staff injuries from physical assaults by patients since January.

There were 11 vacant registered nurses positions that led to the short staffing, producing 10 shifts where there was only one nurse on the day and evening shifts.

Brandenburg said there is "a national shortage of nurses," especially psychiatric nurses. He said the state pays well but is competing with other states.

The nurses, commenting on the lack of treatment for the patients, said, "We don't have enough staff and we run this unit like an ER (emergency room)."

Workers noted that in one ward there are only three nurses, three doctors and six mental health workers to take care of 26 patients 24 hours a day.

Brandenburg said he doesn't know if he has enough money in his budget to finance all of the corrective actions needed. The federal auditors are expected to return to see if the problems have been solved.

According to a legislative appropriations report, the hospital had a budget of $61.2 million last fiscal year, which rose to $73.2 million ($563,077 per year per inmate, $1,543 per day)) this fiscal year and jumps to $97.2 million in fiscal 2007. That big increase is to finance the hiring of staff for the new hospital.

Brandenburg, who said he knew about the deficiencies, said, "We were trying to take corrective actions."

Both deaths were reported to a joint accreditation commission, he said.

The hospital could lose its national accreditation if the problems are not fixed, he said. Besides the loss of federal funds, other grants to the hospital, including one for a psychiatric residency, would be stopped.

Brandenburg said one thing that will help is that WestCare, which now provides beds for 38 mental patients who are transferred from hospital emergency rooms, will increase that number to 50 starting in mid-December. That will take some of the load off the mental hospital.

"Once the new hospital is ready, we will have all the resources we need," Brandenburg said. "We will have rooms for therapy."

Dr. Jonna Triggs, director of the hospital, is on extended sick leave and won't return until next month.

Cy Ryan can be reached at (775) 687-5032 or at cy@lasvegassun.com.

I posted the whole article. Highlights are mine of course. Worse is to come. Observe (truncated but linked):

Mental facility to make changes

New hospital may solve problems

By Cy Ryan
Sun Capital Bureau

CARSON CITY -- Serious problems such as deaths and an absence of therapy for patients at the state's mental hospital in Las Vegas will be eliminated when a new 150-bed psychiatric hospital is completed in May, state officials predicted Wednesday.

Dr. Jonna Triggs, administrator of the Southern Nevada Adult Mental Health Services, said the hospital will be able to hire 350 more workers to add to the mental health facility's current 431 employees.

Michael Hillerby, chief of staff for Gov. Kenny Guinn, said the new $36-million, 150-bed hospital would help alleviate some of the deficiencies outlined in a federal inspection in October.

150 inmates and 781 guards? Sure reads that way.

Auditors from the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services reported "serious deficiencies" at the current psychiatric hospital -- among them, patients watching television and sitting around rather than getting rehabilitation treatment.

And they blamed the "root cause" of two deaths on the hospital.

A major problem, the report concluded, was lack of staff at the hospital, which had many positions vacant.

The hospital Tuesday filed a plan of corrections, detailing how it will shift some staff to help with patient care and also try to hire some of the new staff early.

"It is very possible a request may have to come to the (Interim Finance Committee) for more money to the hospital," said Assemblywoman Sheila Leslie, D-Reno.

Leslie, vice chairwoman of a Legislative Interim Committee on health, said the panel would review the situation Dec. 13 with Carlos Brandenburg, the administrator of the state Division of Mental Health and Developmental Disabilities, which oversees the hospital.

"We have chronically underfunded mental health for decades," she said. As a result, the state is having difficulty attracting psychiatric nurses, Leslie added.

"The state work force is chronically underpaid," she said. "This is not acceptable."

In the report, auditors blamed an episode in which a patient hanged himself at the hospital on a Saturday in April on the failure of the weekend physician to consult with the patient. In the second fatal case, a woman died on the way from the state facility to a medical hospital. In that case, the auditors said, a nurse at the mental hospital failed to handle the case properly.

The Oct. 17-19 inspection of the hospital could jeopardize federal funds, estimated to be more than $9.6 million in the present two-year biennium, unless corrections are made.

Hillerby said Mike Willden, director of the state Department of Health and Human Services, is "doing a very good job to address those issues" in the audit.

The governor, Hillerby added, is "keeping an eye" on the hospital, but he said he did not know whether any changes would be made.

Triggs said she has asked "for more resources in Southern Nevada" for years. The 2005 Legislature "did magnificently" by allocating the extra employees, she said. The budget went from $61.2 million last fiscal year to $73.2 million this year, and will rise to $97.2 million next fiscal year.

While the state could lose federal funds, Triggs said, the hospital's national accreditation is not in jeopardy.

After the two patients died in April, the Joint Commission on Accreditation of Health Care Organizations accepted a corrections report and indicated it would not withdraw accreditation. The corrective steps outlined include plans to hire, by Dec. 5, an additional psychiatrist to work during the weekend to treat patients considered a suicide risk.

Two full-time rehabilitation specialists also will be hired immediately to beef up patient therapy. And the hospital will keep 10 of the 131 beds vacant to improve the staff-patient ratio and to provide private space for treatment of individuals.

Cy Ryan may be reached at (775) 687 5032 or at cy@lasvegassun.com

The 2006 figures of $97,200,000 in 2007 seems a tad high. Either Cy has screwed the figures or I need to be sucking thorazine. Down here in Florida murderous bastards incarcerated get full-time A/C, big-screen teevee, and walkies plus a lot more sex than most working stiffs. Plus they get broken teeth fixed ($1,600+, cash in advance for one) free.

I just have a hard time believing the "underfunded" crap with the simple division indicates well over a half a million a year per inmate. Underpaid? With the huge overstaffing, WTF?

Damn. If those numbers are correct, I'm gonna move to LV and buy a case of Jack Daniels.

No apologies for the last couple of posts. Sad grims are just sad grims, knowing perfectly well there was the price to pay by not asking a local good fellow to do the digging was no improvement. Cookie needed her finals done by one who gave a damn. RIP ol' gal. Amazingly, the possums haven't tried to dig her up. Good, deep, cool grave.

It took a few days to get back on my pins after the way too soon heavy exercize that was quite unenjoyed. Rima has been kinda nuts (expected), gone back to puppyhood (allowed), getting spoiled royally (also expected!). The old ruined shoulder and knee, well, it became book time again. Don't read this one just after burying a friend:



Actually, most everything John D. MacDonald wrote before 1955 kinda sucks a lot. Grim. Lots of lonely death. Lots of really bad decisions. Also, a good part is quite true. When he got into his stride as a writer of fiction, the only fiction he wrote were the Travis McGee series. I've 15 of his non-TMcG, 14 of the McG. Good reads, got the 'souf down quite well. Been working my way through my crusty copies again this last Summer. Got one saved for last this pass.

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Sundae kinda sucked. Knee & shoulder were doing the expected howling, attitude could have used a bit of KY to smooth out the dry spots, decided since major-league grump was humeur du jour, turned on the toob and watched "Face the Nation". What type of people elected John Fucking Kerry? That piece of shit should come down here for a few moments. My WayBack machine remembers McGovern and Jane Fonda, can't actually believe such a pile of worthless shit is allowed to suck air much less hold public office in the state that used to have so many patriots. He exposed his sorry ass in the last election. Obliviously he is without a clue what a total fool he is.

...followed this morning with Howard Dean. You've undoubtably read that idiot's crap. Jebus H., if I were a lefty lib, Mao buddy, Che supporter, I'd fucking hide from that dude. Pretend you are a Berkely commie student with a Che shirt and Howard showed up on campus. He is so screwed up everything your cell of the SDS would be shot to hell if you associated with his "visions". Chairman of the DNC? LOL!

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Scanned in the covers of all my non-Travis McGee John D. novels this evening. Old cover artwork, very 50's, lots of memories!

Rima is being overfed with homemade 'good stuff', I've almost remastered the cane, the front door window has been washed with ammonia and water (do it every Fall, use nose to test outside temperatures, gets kinda spotty), 3 UPS's are up, the oven is repaired, a new design based on a piece of truly antique tech has been completed successfully, just need to figure out how to pull this tooth that is giving me a fit.

Got a very odd bit of news I'd like to post. It's so odd (gummit) that it is not actually believible. Got time tonight, may post later after playing with the calculator unless I was very wrong.

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I'm not too sure about any degree of wisdom or common sense on posting the stuff below.
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Rima was telling me it was 'outside time' while I was doing all the little goodies uploading the last post. I compose in Word like all rational users of Blogspot, takes a bit more time, worth it the first time de Spot does de wipe! She'd outgassed a glass-etcher, then went and nosed the front door, came back and looked at me with my streaming eyes from her CBW attack. Same as her mama, granny, and most every GSD that has claimed this joint. If I ignored those above-mentioned gals, they would give me a second chance. If I ignored that one, they would just go lay a dawg-log on the threshold between the library and pantry. Always. De shit spot. Is it instinctive? GSD gals are pretty-much born housebroken after mama gets tired of her tits getting gnawed with those little needle teeth. There isn't any possibility of any breed of dawg with the Y chromosome that isn't a true pain in the ass to house break. Took 3 years with one son of a bitch. Best dawg ever. Evar? Kinda. Kinda like a bunch of others now long gone. I bought airplane tickets and afforded the massive required vet paperwork for one canid. Wanna story? Wrote a long bit about him over the last weekend. Doesn't have a decent entry or exit point, might take a while to edit it into a stand-alone.
ANYWAY (!), the thought was to head back to the good spot as it was about 150 degrees away from Cookie's residence. Flannel shirt, flea market jeans, and my best Chinee sneakers ($7 on sale at Wal*Mart a few years ago). Damn! Had to check to see if I had actually put britches on. The last Made-in-America outdoor thermometer that Nina bought me back when Reagan was prez indicated 36 degrees. I gave it a thump, it went down. Came back in and put the camera back in the bag and sat to rethink directions. Hands obviously needed pockets, direction rethought to 178 degrees. Worked very well except this time I found a huracan felled tree to sit on whilst Rima perused the area. There's a coyote den within earshot (the one nearby was emptied years ago) and she was quite distracted by the morning sounds. I have one decently good ear and could hear a bit of what had her attention. She went into the stock-still, one paw off the ground pointer mode (all tall dawgs do this), ears cocked and tail rigid. My memory of the den was about 15 degrees off her angle, guess they've moved. She has a couple of young, wonderful, hound-dawg radar ears, I've got one old aged whiteboy ear! Which one would you trust?!! Nice 'walkie' with her doin' most of it. Came back in and she wouldn't. Tried to keep me outside. The thermometer was up to 38, the flannel shirt and the Chinee sneakers had given up, and I was firmly of the conviction that regardless of visual inspection, there were no britches installed on the lower half of the corpus frigidii.
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Mostly midnight, kinda. Will be soon. Pretty decent day mostly. Since I didn't bring a camera with me this morning, this shot taken a couple of years ago off the studio balcony will do. Shrunk twice to save dial-up time.

I parked my fanny about 30 yards beyond the sunlit area that denotes the little creek course. Absolutely beautiful morning except for the snot that was trying to freeze in my moustache and the ol' trick knee that didn't appreciate being on the dumb end of a idiot stick yesterday.
Lord have mercy, someone missed a heck of an opportunity yesterday. When it was obvious it was time to be a grave digger again, the first spot selected was Cookie's second-favorite place to get Zen. Her favorite was out of the question as the subsoil was pure hardpan. Turned out the second was hardpan at 2 feet. Pickaxe only. Hence the hole next to Ebie's. First dig at one handle-length from the soil depression of Ebie's defined the outline and down to a couple of feet. Down the hill for a sit and a glass of Coke. Back up 20 minutes later to get a bunch more dirt piled on the new mini Mount Wellborn, stopped when the dig was being done by sitting on the edges of the hole and air was coming a bit late. 3rd pass was to be the last, had to be. The temp was over 60 and the blowflies were accumulating. Got in the hole and dug seriously. Undercut, bell-shaped. A long, long time ago I had to bury another critter. Really didn't want to as she was still alive. A half year with the vet, no hope at all. Either he or me and he agreed my decision being me was the right one. Started her grave at dawn, by 4 PM I was using the extension ladder to haul dirt up from 18 feet. Pure-dee old case of trying to avoid the inevitable. Umpteen years ago, Joe M., a local farmer lad and I agreed that when diseased livestock needed putting down, we'd tend each others. Nah. We never did. There's possibly a old farmer-type that'll read this and understand.
To finish this bit-o-stuff, I'd gotten the hole quite wide with the undercut. Kept myself amused remembering my old roommate and his bro from 35 years ago. Kinda stuck me with a Kenny G. earworm but what the hell, KG is a lot better than remembering the blowfly population. The final bit of this part was when it was definately break time again and finding out my eyes were just about level with the top of the grave. 10 milliseconds or 10 minutes, don't know perzactly how long this old boy stood there realizing he'd kinda painted himself in a corner again. Photo-op would have been a prize winner. Befuddled old greybearded fart in hole. Since my left shoulder is mostly useless other than keeping my left arm and hand as integral parts of unit #___-__-____, employee #_____, the problem was how to get out of said hole! Damn, that would have been a fine picture! The look of blank, total idiocy. Getting out of the hole took a while.
Just went looking for the movie file with the Kenny G. earworm. It was quite large and the host has deleted it. Since it was saved on one of my monthlies, took a while. Still don't much care for KG but the video seen a few more times, wellll...
Nah. He's still sex with clothes on. The sound track and some video edits using ACDC as background would shine.
Found the missing file. It has been re-hosted. Looks like an over-nighter even with DSL. Wonder if Kenny is the sound on this version?!! ;o) 's OK gal, I'll still respect you in the mornin'. You DID chunk yer husband's shotgun in the pond, didnt cha?
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Go 'head. Shoot me. Here, see that spot my finger is on? Angle the barrel up a notch. Sheesh, one word in the last statement typoed with the name of the divorce lawyer in Mobile that ate the remains of my liver. Supposedly he was on my side. fugitaboutit. White, male, 'souf. Doan mak no nevermind. Yo gets de blak juge, yo gets to be whea all dem white boys get. If the need for a divorce is in your future and Alabama might be the final venue, move to Australia. Hijack something if necessary. Bring only a tooth brush. Scratch "null and void" on everything and everybody for all the previous years of your life. You. Will. Be. Dead. Meat. ...the previously un-payable bills reach levels only seen in the peyote dreams of the Southwestern Native Americans in sweat lodges. Listening to Jimmy Buffet's ex-pat music can help those afflicted with not wanting to become a ex-pat. Pay de money, bite de nasty-ass bullet, 'spensive lesson.
Ah HA! ..caught meself writing 'other stuff' again! I'll leave the para above in. Been trying to convince the little (67 pound) young miss hardass that it is warmer in here than out there. Nope. I belong out there according to her. The thermometer just got another thump. Not 31, 29. 12:31 AM. 28 was the projected with a 5 hour hard freeze. Guess again boys. She's spent most of the afternoon and all night so far raising hell with a threat at the 235 degree vector. There is a huge new trailer park about 5 air miles in that direction. Hyperactive young hound dawg ears I recon.
Ya know, under all that wrinkled flabby hide is the spirit of the 14 year old gal whose mama taught her the fine art of being a prick tease. And over that far too rotund belly, other than hyperprostatus (you get to check for sic), lurks another devolved zit-factory what was the target of the gal above! Just typed in as a memory from a long dead friend. Doesn't fit anything above, below, or elsewhere.
Can't convince inside is better than outside with Rima. She wants me outside. NFW. She's a true knucklehead. She'll probably do a 4 AM door-scratch.
Scratch the door scratch. Curled up 50 feet from the front door. Picked up her sorry ass and dumped it on the living room floor whilst kicking the front door closed. Guesstimate, 63 pounds. She will be OK probably by Feburary. Might possibly be kinda sane by then.
Just oozed meself out of the door to thump the thermo. Read 28, thump reads 25. 1:22 AM. Little Bit has kinda given up on outside plans of death by freezing. Kinda. I'm not really up to hauling Miss Lardass back in again. A curled-up pooch that resists warm, figure it out.
Be finestkind to those you love. There is a 100% mortality rate.
Bedtime? eyes too tired to read, old bod used up for the duration (it is emitting odd smells. Probably ought to be reported to whatever agencies involved in the Kyoto dumpsterstuff)
This will either get posted or join the gigabytes presently loving their life on the invisible monthlies. Can't get lonely there, just plain-old filled with an old idiot that should have shot himself in the head back in 1981. Doomed. Totally doomed.

Been a while even if a sheaf of writin' is sitting on the 'puter. Thanksgiving morn started nice and nippish and I awoke with a smile. Too many of the holiday seasons I've been just plain-old grim; can't bring all those wonderful times and good folk back. Kinda gave that up a few years ago, just takes a while to sink in properly. Lost another friend a short while ago, his old body had been kinda crumbling for a bunch of years. Osteoporosis is not just limited to women. He was quite a character, amongst other things, he was boots on the ground within a couple of days after the "rising sun" was not the one on the flag in Hiroshima, later, he was one of the "atomic soldiers" during the troop nuke tests in Nevada back in the 50's. After that, he raised chickens, circumvented the law, and had a passle of kids in New Hampshire! He and his crew moved to Florida back in '71 due to his wife having a hard time making it through the NH winters. R.I. P. old thief! Lots of good stories over the years, right now I'm just remembering his quizzical eyebrow pinch and his "ahya" when a kid asked him a rhetorical question! You've been saved from a rather nice, too long story about a postcard (written, filed, 2,000 + words).

Anyway, the morning started with a smile and was to be devoted to the act of becoming a boar tit. Been trying pretty hard to make up the lost time spent with my persistant friend, Borrelia as the financial situation has been getting kinda grim. No workee, no monee. No monee, things can get ifee! Made a fine pot of whole bean coffee (well, just 8 O'Clock, still pretty good ;o), scratched ass, wandered through my favorite bloggers (no nooz sites, verboten), then had an attack of the guilties. Damn Puritan work ethic! Got shed of it by washing the sheets that had been sticking to me with some socks that were standing at attention and hanging them out on the line with lots of "help" from the girls. In my best Barbara Woodhouse accent, I said "walkies!". Cookie understood. Day hike. Rima was just interested in eating the contents of the laundry basket. Rima is a mature houndess, should have had a couple of litters already except for the BBC (Bauer Birth Control, wrote about it already. Works if you don't mind the 6 monthy rabies outbreak!). Cookie has been kewl about Rima's permanent state of tanglefoot kittenishness, me, I just step on the parts the foot will reach!

All of the projects were dropped off the slate, no radio, nothing but the beautiful day and since I had already rinsed, rock-inspected the beans (thankyouverymuch the remaining tooth said) and soaked them, had already boiled the smoked hocks and put the broth in the fridge to de-lard, supper was gonna be easy. Just a day to remember good folk, good times. It had been a while since I had hiked up to the hillside above the creek where Granny and I had gone back in early May of 1978. She had come down to tend her first great-grandbaby and her grand-daughter-in-law. She'd been waiting "almost forever!" as I was 28 (first grandkid) and she'd just about given up! Got a few photos that survived the '98 El Nino flooding but I'll spare you. Granny and I would hike up there after the two little ones were settled in and just sit, watch the lightning bugs' marvelous light show, and just plain-old love creation! Our evening routine for a couple of weeks..

It is a special spot. Many years and many people from many places have been there since then. Kinda magic all of the time. Awful good this time as well. The gals and I had a trio of wild turkeys leading us down the trail and since they are just yard birds, they are rarely worth "woofs" and sprinting. I kinda like it when a flock are messing around in the yard and the dawgs decide exercize is needful. Those big birds really raise a lot of wind going from ground level to tall tree limbs! Yeah, I used to eat one every now and then. Tasty if you don't mind kinda tough. Don't much care for plucking and singeing, won't even consider eating one that has been taken with a shotgun. The few I've shot have been headshot with a .22 back when I had eyes that worked decently. Just don't like shrapnal in my food! Dad occasionally used to go shoot groceries in lean times with the Long Tom. Don't like lumps of lead in lunch! There's a fun and funny story about that old 12 gauge, it'll keep just like the rest.

That was a wonderful hike. Zeroed thoughts, well, best that was possible. Preset thoughts for the "good parts". The gals had a fine ol' time as the sittin' spot is about 150 yards from a really ancient palmetto patch. Just always full of rabbits. Got noisy, Cookie wore out and came back to flop next to me. Rima came back twice (deadbeats!), then settled. I got overfilled with allsortsoflovingkindnessandunderstanding and hoisted the corpus into the upright and hiking down the hill position, and up to the "put it on paper before it got lost" mode. Worked. Well, kinda. Opened a Word page, took my 1973 specs off, closed my eyes and 10-fingered those thoughts. Stopped at five and one half pages. Good people, wonderful people actually. I am dearly blessed for having known such and doubly blessed by having in them the image of right and wrong. If you are young (<25), there actually is no such thing as moral relativism. It might take a few doses of the old fogy or a decade or so, if you are not a LBJ suckjob, you'll know. There will never be any thing right with any thing political. Never will be! There will never be anything wrong with a country that has folk willing to volunteer everything to keep the wonderful experiment running and no chance when asshole pols root for the enemies of freedom.

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I wrote the above this evening just after putting a lot of the last week's writing on the NOV 2005 CD. Burn off thoughts, various good stuff, organized by merely month. Some stuff has too many tracking points and that has been a problem. Too many years when under the "can't say anything" of the odd clearance. Damn, should have supported Clinton! At least he (or the DNC) paid good money fo "stuff" to send de Chinee! ;o)

Lots and lots of months. I do have a few that contain thoughts and records of monthly "stuff" that go back to when yo mama was in diapers. There was a good spot I wrote last Monday that I deleted. Melted me. All kinds of remembered everything right, everything gone wrong, almost fixed, then went pitiful, then wound up with a death due to someone that should care accidentally killing a very gentle person. Ask me about Evelyn some day. It was 40 years this last September when she was killed.

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Disjointed, eh? Actually it has been a halfway decent week trying to put the square pegs in the square holes and the round ones in my ears. Evening walks with the pooches when the wonderful rain let up. They like wet, me, I'm OK if it is of one flavor. Ask me some day. The Inuits have how many names for snow? I've a bag for rain! Bogdaddy syllabus for rain with pronounciation guide..

Disjointed has a reason kinda. This last week when I put the harness back on was reasonably productive. My exercize routine to get back where I was before the serial infection is not exercize, just walking and playing with the pooches, stretching like a old cat when the eyes open. Usual stuff, been doing the same since I was 4 years old when ""those"" records were kept!

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Disjointed has a nother reason. Cookie died this morning. I've spent most of the day digging a big hole. I buried her beside her daughter that got a triple-tap from some shithead between a pair of last year's hurricanes. Poor Rima. She was a half-year weaned, wonderful pup, being raised by Cookie, Ebie, enjoyed Abby (I had to turn in the wolf-hybrid, ask why if you wish), witnessed trailer trash triple-tap her mother. Fucked her up. Her granny dropping dead this morning is somewhat bothersome.

For your information, burying a German Shepard that has saved your life by dragging your worthless ass out of a building full of a lethal smoke level (Cookie hauled me out of bed when the chimney spark arrestor got completely clogged; house was one foot visibility) is a tad bothersome. I was very asleep. Asphyxiated. She drug me off the cot down into low air. Took a while before the oh shit worked. One year or thereabouts later, her mom (Dina) and Tep (not up to photolinks) plus Cookie Monster intercepted a trio of the usual wetback Mexicans. Noise woke me ~2:30 AM. Major league GSD fuss. Jacked a shell into the 12 gauge, walked (yeah, right!) up the hill. Wasn't the first time. The two gals and the one guy did a perfect surround. The wetbacks were very aggressive, my "long rural lane" had been marked (cased?) weeks before. The idiot mesicans probably had a inventory list provided by the local illegal wetback employer. Just for fun, there are no jobs available in this neck of the woods these daze unless you are Guatemalan, Honduran, or Mexican. De white boys and de black boys, well, I've watched 200+ jobs transfer in a community of 800 in the last 2 years. No green cards needed. INS made a tiny fuss a couple of years ago, nabbed 11, the employer pleaded "he didn't know, then back to biz as usual. No fine, no problemo. {deletion} Way before that I also made 5 cents for each Grit newspaper I sold on my 14 mile bicycle circuit every Saturday. The white trash employeers are in full violation of the law. One got "busted" with a mere 200 wetbacks. No slap and back at full til in a week. Mess not wit da owned gummit, weafare, mess not with the occupancy of ... aw fuggitaboutit. There is really nothing wrong with bringing the tin and cardboard shack, mor(t)dida culture of Mexico, Peru, and Columbia to the US of A. Hell, we've done a fine job with our "Great Society" and multiple outcome "education" programs. **sigh** To teach, or not to teach - - "the n channel provides.. yes Mzz Thingus? " Seriously. Sleep sets in...
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THAT needed quitting. Rima is a pretty decent critter. All fucked-up due to being Ebie's daughter, long-since weaned, and companion. Ebie got shot, triple-tap, small caliber, between a pair of the 2004 'canes. Ebie was a 100 yard homebody. Who did it? Ask Rima. She was there. Rima is really fucked up. Today when I was doing what had to be done burying her granny, odd stuff and very sad stuff from the tough gal. Now I know you don't know Rima. Tough blow when some sorry asshole triple-taps your mother when you are right there. Yeah, that monster has 2 legs. Yeah, under a year old, enjoyed the first hurricane, didn't care much for the second, the pause before the third, a 2-leg used Rima's link to the world for target practice.
Today has registered a 10 on my Scale of Suck. The Cookie of 10 PM last night making night music with Rima was a stiffening critter in one of her happy places this morning. I only checked her for induced mechanical damage, no knives. No autopsy. Just closed her eyes and put her tongue back in her mouth, shoveled the inevitable relaxation leakage under. She was much too heavy for me to carry as I've been limited due to the fucking coke-powered wetbacks for 19 years. I just love illegals. All those cute li'l senoritas (same as de blak hos, no babydaddys), so round, so anchorbaby... ..so welfare intensive..
Not to fret my sanity if you were so inclined. That isn't a problem. Worrysome is poor Rima.
Allah this was written 0 hours ago except for my desire for eggsovereasy in Asheville, Norh Carolina back in 1979.
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Nice, frosty morning. Re-read the above. Left it as it was as it didn't have any accidental spelling mistakes for a change. If it isn't understandable, don't fret. Some parts I don't understand either. Forced Rima into being a housedawg last night. She tumbled the trash can that had all the goodies from my cleaning out the deep fryer! Right now she is keeping my morning feet warm. She is shaking like a leaf. Now I'm the only non-eatable thing left in her universe.
Just for fun, I'm posting a couple of photos taken on 24 November, 2001. The quality is poor as I had saved them highly compressed on a diskette back then having no writeable CDs. The gals are on the edge of the roof 11' up, I had walked out of the house and was being checked probably for my wholesomeness! The first one is Dina being Yoda. Cookie is on the left in both.


Cookie got distracted by something toward the southwest. Lasted about a half-second after this shutter-click. Yoda-max!

Got good "stuff" for later. The frost is still on the punkin, gonna go day hike in the opposite direction of Cookie's grave with the l'il shaky gal.