Blogging will be light for the day and possibly tomorrow as I work my real job keeping the gas flowing so all you fine people will have heat and electricity.
Problems at one of my stations are keeping me busy. We’ll soon return to the normal tomfoolery…
It has come to my attention that the key to the present fuel crisis may lie in the actions of a bombastic dictator of the 1930’s and 1940’s. Continue reading Solving the fuel crisis
Louisiana’s new governor-elect, Bobby Jindal was the guest on Fox News Sunday. The last question he was asked was his opinion of how the Republican party lost the 2006 elections.
WALLACE: We’ve got about 45 seconds left. There’s a lot of talk — and I don’t know whether you like it or hate it — that you’re a new GOP rock star.
What lesson do you think your party should learn from your campaign and your success in Louisiana?
JINDAL: Well, my primary — my obligations are obviously to Louisiana. But I think the reason Republicans did so poorly in 2006 wasn’t that the country stopped being conservative. It was the party stopped being conservative.
It’s not enough to want power for the sake of wanting power. You know, we waged here a principled campaign against corruption, against out-of-control spending, pledged to cut taxes.
I think as the Republican Party gets to its principled roots, it will see more enthusiasm among voters. Voters don’t want you to pretend to be an imitation of your opponents. They want you to stick to your principles and be honest, even if you disagree with the voter, and tell them where you stand.
So if we’ll get back to our roots against the earmarks, the pork barrel spending, the Bridges to Nowhere, if we will get back to not just covering up corruption, but standing for the strongest ethical standards, I think the voters will reward that.
I think that most of you conservatives out there can pretty well agree with that assessment.
Yeah, “humor” with a “u”, as in our Brit and Aussie friends. I frequently deal with folks from other lands, and humor is sometimes a bit of a stretch. these aren’t too bad, though. Read through the list…
I met this bloke with a didgeridoo and he was playing Dancing Queen on it. I thought, “That’s Aboriginal.”
This lorry full of tortoises collided with a van full of terrapins. It was a turtle disaster.
I told my girlfriend I had a job in a bowling alley. She said “Tenpin?”
I said, “No, permanent.”I went in to a pet shop. I said, “Can I buy a goldfish?” The guy said, “Do you want an aquarium?” I said, “I don’t care what star sign it is.”
I was at a Garden Centre and I asked for something herby. They gave me a Volkswagen with no driver.
Batman came up to me and he hit me over the head with a vase and he went “T’PAU!” I said “Don’t you mean KAPOW?? He said “No, I’ve got China in my hand.”
I went into a shop and I said, “Can someone sell me a kettle.” The bloke said “Kenwood?”, I said, “Where is he then?”
My mate is in love with two schoolbags. He’s bisatchel.
I met the bloke who invented crosswords today. I can’t remember his name, it’s P something T something R.
I was reading this book today, The History Of Glue. I couldn’t put it down.
I phoned the local ramblers club today, but the bloke who answered just went on and on.
The recruitment consultant asked me “What do you think of voluntary work?? I said “I wouldn’t do it if you paid me.”
I was in the jungle and there was this monkey with a tin opener. I said, “You don’t need a tin opener to peel a banana.” He said, “No, this is for the custard.”
This policeman came up to me with a pencil and a piece of very thin paper. He said, “I want you to trace someone for me.”
I told my mum that I’d opened a theatre. She said, “Are you having me on?” I said, “Well I’ll give you an audition, but I’m not promising you anything.”
I phoned the local builders today, I said to them “Can I have a skip outside my house?” He said, “I’m not stopping you!”
This cowboy walks in to a German car showroom and he says “Audi!”
I fancied a game of darts with my mate.
He said, “Nearest the bull goes first”
He went “Baah” and I went “Moo” He said “You’re closest”I was stealing things in the supermarket today while balanced on the shoulders of a couple of vampires. I was charged with shoplifting on two Counts.
I bought a train ticket to France and the ticket seller said “Eurostar”.
I said “Well I’ve been on TV but I’m no Dean Martin”.I phoned the local gym and I asked if they could teach me how to do the splits. He said, “How flexible are you?” I said, “I can’t make Tuesdays or Thursdays.”
I went to my local Blockbusters and I said, “Can I take out The Elephant Man?” He said, “He’s not your type.” I said “Can I borrow Batman Forever?” He said, “No, you’ll have to bring it back tomorrow”
The particular manner in which one fashions the loops of a line may soon be a felony offense in New York City if this article’s news carries to fruition.
New crackdown on nooses – Pol wants to make symbol of hate a felony offense
By Matthew Wolfe
10/25/2007
A new bill ups the penalty for displaying a noose.Following a string of reports of noose hangings over the last week across New York City, Assemblymember Joseph Lentol has announced that he will be introducing a bill which would up the penalty for the display of a hangman’s noose to a felony.
If you’re of a mind, everything, just EVERYTHING is a “symbol of hate”.
Assemblyman Lentol said he examined the state’s hate crime law after the Columbia incident and realized that there is no specific statute against noose hanging.
“[The police] may be treating this as a hate crime, but there isn’t a hate crime� said Assemblyman Lentol. “I think it was unintentionally missed.�
Yep! The world is a much more safe place with wise lawmakers like this taking care of us…
Beautiful day here in southwest Louisiana, from overnight lows in the mid fifties to afternoon highs in the mid seventies, and clear blue skies, it’s a wonderful time of the year. I just HAD to go out and spend some time with my sweetie.
Now I’m back, and going through the Sunday paper. I find one hospital’s birth announcements from September 20 to October 17, a total of 35 new babies, and sixteen of them have parents who arent’ married. of those sixteen, two of the new babies’ mommies haven’t found a name for hte baby daddy.
Miss Corren H. presents her new daughter, little Ashtyn Nicole. That ‘y’ makes for an added level of sophistication, especially since there ain’t a baby daddy in the announcement…
Anthony M. & Sherri B. pop out a little girl and go overboard tagging her with Khristyn Da’Shae Nakole. These folks may be thinking that this name drips sophistication and elegance. I’m thinking it oozes ignorance of epic proportion.
Heath & Cassandra F. like short names, so they tag their new son with Jett Allen.
Cheyenne & Kristi B., obviously having issue with the letters “c” & “k” from their own experiences perpetuate the ambiguity with their son, Konner Hayden.
Miss Rachel G. has a new daughter, little Karma Gayle. I wonder if she even knows what ‘karma’ is.
John D. & Meredith D. (different last names) create a little confusion by naming their son Jackson Logan. Who is Jack and why do these people want to name their son after him?
Willie & Bernadette V. go for the slightly exotic with their new daughter Anastasia Annamaria.
Erik & Kaela J. go metric with their son, little Gram Allen. One wonders whre they’ll go with the next kid. English, as in “Inch” or “Pound”, or stay with the metric and the next child will be “Liter” or “Meter”.
David D. & Jennifer E. have their own case of ‘son’ confusion with their new boy, Grayson Jack.
Michael W. & Laci P. have a new baby girl, little J’aide Promise. Sounds like a new perfume…
Charley & Lori L. present their new son, little Cooper Lake. congratulations on naming your kid after a terrain feature!
That’s the end of it. Nothing stands out enough to be “Name of the Week”, so we’ll hold off until next week on that.
Halloween is next Wednesday. Stores already have Christmas stuff out.
Thanksgiving is just about a non-holiday unless you’re in the grocery business. After all, if I believe my mainstream media and my dimmocrat leadership, America is falling apart fast, run by a thugocracy and we’re all gonna die from global warming or the next flu epidemic.
But be sure you get your butt out there and buy a lot of stuff. But if it comes from China, be careful, because IT could kill you if the pollution doesn’t get you first…
Some more news from Fallujah on the Mississippi New Orleans:
Legislators will try to oust Jordan
Jeff pair say they’ll work to impeach him
Saturday, October 27, 2007
By Gwen FilosaTwo state legislators said Friday they will work to impeach Orleans Parish District Attorney Eddie Jordan, after a week in which the top prosecutor riled city leaders in announcing that his office cannot pay the $3.7 million federal civil rights judgment he accrued for wrongly firing white workers in 2003.
Huh? Can they do that? I mean, this guy is soooo successful in fighting crime in New Orleans. They’re at the top of the list in murders per capita, and as it is said, “any publicity is GOOD publicity”.
Continuing:
Jordan, the city’s first black district attorney, violated civil rights law when he approved the wholesale firing of dozens of white employees and replaced them with black applicants after taking office in January 2003, a federal jury ruled two years ago.
That was some of that “chocolate city” stuff. You know I’ve said before that if anybody’s city should be paradise, then New Orleans should be.
In keeping with its sterling image, here’s a brief picture of the excellent care that the city’s crime problem receives from this paragon of jurisprudence:
While Scalise said his impeachment decision reflects his disappointment with Jordan’s crime-fighting skills and the $3.7 million judgment, this week the district attorney was fending off allegations that a criminal suspect stopped by his Algiers home after an armed robbery.
Jordan was again under fire after acknowledging that a young man who was an acquaintance of Jordan’s girlfriend stopped by his house briefly after allegedly committing an armed robbery. That man, Elton Phillips, 20, is also wanted for questioning in the shooting of a police officer 30 hours later. Phillips was still at large late Friday.
One has to wonder if the city of New Orleans will EVER change…
Yeah, it’s a memorable line from a movie, when Jack Nicholson in the character of a Marine officer tells Tom “I’m not gay and I’ve got a hot wife to prove it” Cruise, “You can’t HANDLE the truth!”
There are a lot of truths in the world. Some of them make a lot of people happy when they hear them. Some make people angry when they hear them. Doesn’t matter, though, what sort of emotion the exposure of a truth may elicit, though, because the truth stands by itself. It’s facts. 2+2=4. It’s a fact. It’s a truth.
One set of tacts combining to make up an unpleasant truth concerning the growing underclass. In the Declaration of Independence, we establish a Truth, “all men are created equal”. How men are created, that’s one thing. How they are cultivated, that’s another.
Think of two seeds, both from the same pod on the same plant. They’re identical. They’re, in the terms of this article, “created equal”. Everybody in beandom believes this and lives their lives accordingly. However, for the purpose of this parable, let’s put these two beans on separate paths. One goes to a farmer, where it is stored carefully and cleaned. The other is tossed in a box, mixed with noxious outside forces, subjected to occasional talk of the equality of all beans, and given self-esteem classes by doting and misguided bean-oriented social workers, but other than that, it’s allowed to get wet, dry out, get dirty, and then left unattended.
Comes the day that beans are called to do what all beans are called to do, grow more beans. Our two “created equal” beans are no longer equal. The farmer’s bean is ready for life. It’s dropped into the ground and a beautiful bean plant grows forth, passing on life to a new generation of beans. The other bean, however, is ruined for future purposes. It’s burnt and damaged and will never grow, nor would it be suitable for all but the most horrid excuse for a soup. “Created equal”, meet “ends up useless”.
Okay, maybe you’re not into parables. Maybe the Cajun is being a bit too obtuse here. It happens. Here’s a news story.
Overstock.com Founder Refuses to Apologize for Comments About Minority Dropouts
Saturday, October 27, 2007
SALT LAKE CITY — The founder of Overstock.com rejected the NAACP’s demand for an apology Friday after an Internet video surfaced of him saying that Utah minorities who don’t graduate from high school might as well be burned or thrown away.
Patrick Byrne’s comments were posted on YouTube. The video clip was from a debate two weeks ago in Provo, where he was speaking in favor of vouchers, public aid for families sending kids to private schools.
A statewide voucher program that would grant $500 to $3,000 per child based on family income is on the Utah ballot Nov. 6.
On the YouTube video clip, Byrne says: “Right now, 40 percent of Utah minorities are not graduating from high school. You may as well burn those kids. That’s the end of their life. That’s the end of their ability to achieve in this society if they do not get a high school education. You might as, just throw the kids away.”
Inconvenient. But the truth. Hard to hear. But the truth. Gonna get worse. But the truth. And if you speak truths that make people uncomfortable, there are other people who will try to protect the ears of their minions.
Jeanetta Williams, a voucher opponent and president of the NAACP’s Salt Lake branch, said the videotaped comments shocked her and she believes Byrne meant that minorities who don’t graduate should be burned or thrown away.
Ms. Williams did not like Mr. Byrne’s revelation of a truth because she has one of her own making. Mr. Byrne’s truth is that the kids he’s talking about will not be able to participate in the American Dream of getting a job, working to support a family and at the same time one benefits from society, one CONTRIBUTES to society.
Ms. Williams still thinks that some of her people might have this dream, but she’s really satisfied with another dream, that no matter what, “all men are created equal” and are therefore worthy of the entire effort of society at large to keep them alive and happy despite the fact that they may spend their entire
Okay, right now it’s not a big deal. America is a rich nation. We can afford the luxury of a pretty good sized percentage of the population who produce contribute nothing to making the nation work. But that’s right now. It will change.
The “underclass� grows. It’s not a black/white thing. It’s not a black/white/Hispanic thing. Everybody’s particular skin tone has its share of people at the bottom of the ladder sitting around sucking up resources and chucking out dimmocratic voters at astonishing rates. Too many kids who get pushed into one end of the public education alimentary canal only to emerge at the other end ill-equipped to function on the most rudimentary levels of a productive society.
We’re producing huge numbers of peasants and serfs in a society that doesn’t have a peasantry and serfdom. The need for manual laborers at low pay is finite, and is pretty well filled by enough people who want to work, and they’re less of a problem than the growing numbers who don’t want to work at minimum wage. Hell, you KNOW that some of these people won’t work for ANY reasonable wage if it requires showing up every day at the same time.
Let’s discount hose people, though, and focus on that segment of the underclass that would work, but can’t because they lack the education to work. That’s the bunch that Mr. Byrne was talking about, and those people are being ill-served. That’s the truth. And hushing those who dare to speak it is not going to change it.
Thibodeaux was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset.
Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he decided the latest episode was another and stayed put. He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational.
“Awww, no,� he thought, “me, I gotta do somethin’ about all dis…�
In a complete loss of composure he jumped out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window.
Boudreaux was drunk and he was walking home past the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms violently trying to get the unknown things off, and ended up with the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.
Finally Boudreaux stood there, unsteady on his feet, staring down at the sheets, wheezing.
A hospital security guard, (barely containing his laughter), and who had watched the whole incident, walked up and asked, “Boudreaux, what you doin’, hanh?
Boudreaux, still staring down replied: “Me, I think I just beat the sh*t out of a ghost.”
Boudreaux and Thibodeaux, two elderly friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.
One day Boudreaux didn’t show up. Thibodeaux didn’t think much about it and figured maybe he had a cold or something. But after Boudreaux hadn’t shown up for a week or so, Thibodeaux really got worried. However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Thibodeaux didn’t know where Boudreaux lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.
A month had passed, and Thibodeaux figured he had seen the last of Boudreaux, but one day, Thibodeaux approached the park and — lo and behold! –there sat Boudreaux! Thibodeaux was very excited and happy to see him and told him so.
Then he said,? “For crying out loud, Boudreaux, what in the world happened to you?”
Boudreaux replied, “I been in jail, me.”??
“Jail?” cried Thibodeaux. “What you was in jail for?”?
“Well,” Boudreaux said, “you know Marie, dat cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometime go?”
“Yeah,” said Thibodeaux, “I remember her. What about her?”?
“Well, one day she filed rape charges against me. Me, I’m 89 years old. I was so proud that when I got into court, I pled ‘guilty’.â€?
Thibodeaux said, “You ol’ cooyon*. I don’t believe you did dat.�
“No,â€? said Boudreaux, “Neither did de judge. He gave me 30 days for perjury.”
(*- cooyon: Cajun for fool or stupid person)
Another substation.
This has been my hobby for the last few days.
Isn’t it pretty? That’s a brand new 69,000-volt substation. We get 69,000 volts from the utility company to the circuit breaker. That’s it on the left at the top of the stairs. It’s a big switch. When it’s turned on, it puts that 69,000 volts into that transformer, the big box just above that guy in the picture. That transformer turns 69,000 volts into 13, 200 volts and sends it to two circuit breakers in the three cabinets on the right end of the platform. One of those breakers sends 13,200 volts to our station service transformer where i’ drops down to 480 volts to run our station. The other breaker sends its 13,200 volts to yet another transformer, just visible on the extreme right in the background. There it’s dropped to 2200 volts and then sent to the fantastic magic box which drives a new 9000 horsepower motor.
If all the above is Greek to you, well, that’s okay. It’s all in a day’s work for me, and there are thousands of jobs out there that are just as esoteric, but entirely necessary to make the nation go. I’m happy with mine, that’s why I like to show off some of it from time to time…
Stumbled across this one, and he’s brand new! Two posts! And he’s linked to me, so I hereby make note of a new blog: “Fire Mission: Hippies in the Open.
In case you’re wondering about the name, let me take you back to Lesson One in the army’s forward observer procedures. A forward observer is that individual who notes a target and desires the participation of mortars or artillery in the subsequent festivities. You switch your radio over to the appropriate frequency on the radio, give you call sign, and the phrase “Fire Mission” followed by your determination as to the nature of the target. From that point you and your friendly artillery person will go through the transfer of information necessary for the placement of appropriate munitons in the immediate vicinity of the target.
In this case, our observer has determined the target to be hippies. I am assuming that the appropriate ammunition to be used against hippies might contain soap…
(Since I didn’t post yesterday, there’s a two-fer)
The Church bell is broken and it is decided that it would be cheaper to hire someone to go up there and ring it every hour than to repair the structure that holds the bell. After several people tried unsuccessfully to get the correct tone from the bell, a man was found who could make the perfect tone by running up and bouncing his face off it.
The man is hired and performs his service for many years until one day he misses the bell and falls from the Belfry. People gather around the dead man on the sidewalk unable to identify him. The closest they can come is one lady who says “I don’t know his name but his face does ring a bell”.
In search of a replacement ringer it is found that the mans brother has the same knack for achieving the proper tone with his face. Again the man performs many years of faithful service until one day he meets the same fate as his brother.
As the townspeople gather around the body someone says they think they recognize him as the brother of the former bellringer. Another person replies with “Sure that must be Joe Blow. He’s a dead ringer for his brother”.