That Oughtta Be Illegal…

In Chicago, as of this morning, they’re into a great holiday weekend:

2 dead, 20 wounded in citywide shootings since Friday evening

Two men were killed and at least 20 other people were wounded in shootings across the city since Friday evening.

You know, there should be some law against shooting people. Oh, I know! I got this. Let’s make guns illegal inside the city. That’ll work, because, you know, people OBEY laws. I mean, that’s how they got the drug problem under control, right?

Things That Could Happen

Ukraine: Two (relatively) modern nations, Russia and the Ukraine, seem bound for collision and war. Shocking! And that’s my view from my comfy chair in Southwest Louisiana. Imagine for a moment if you were on the eastern border of Ukraine. I remember the pictures from Sarajevo during that war twenty years ago. the same Sarajevo that hosted the Winter Olympics, a pretty little European postcard town then, and what it looked like to see mortar and artillery damage to buildings, thinking to myself ‘How does one cope with having your home town become part of a battlefield?’

It’s happened in more places than that. Bosnians look like US. So do Russians and Ukrainians. The West hasn’t suffered warfare on its lands since 1945. How’s that going to work? I’m enough of a student of history to have seen the lines of Poles and French evacuating ahead of the blitzkreig in 1939 and 1940, and then in 1945, the reverse, as Germans fled from the Red hordes of the Soviet Army.

That’s history, though. Surely that was REALLY the War to End All Wars. Or not. Some among us like to think that we, the human race, have evolved past the point of seeing the need to proclaim those people over there as ‘others’ and then slaughtering them wholesale. Some among us are very wrong.

Mister Putin reminded us in direct words last week that Russia remains a nuclear power, but honestly, if he wants to bring Europe to its knees, he doesn’t have to turn Paris into a radioactive crater. Nope.

Forget not that in my present incarnation I’m in the natural gas biz. Europe uses HUGE amounts of natural gas, first, because it’s a darned handy fuel, and second, because it’s cleaner and easier to deal with than the other fuel they have, which is coal. Europe (right now) produces diddly squat amounts of its own natural gas. Greenies in France and Great Britain have essentially taking fracking off the table, so the easy gas is limited and getting smaller every day for those folks.

They buy their gas from… guess who? If you said ‘The Russians’, you get extra points for paying attention. The Russians sell the gas to the Europeans. Yep, the same Europeans who are ‘sanctioning’ Russia over its attentions to the Ukraine. Cute, huh? Gets better, too! Two-thirds of the gas that goes to Europe travels in pipelines through the – wait for it – UKRAINE!

You might imagine that European energy managers are about to crap themselves. You’d be right. Of course, Putin needs that European money, but to paraphrase an old saying, “Gas’ll get you through times of no money better than money’ll get you through times of no gas.” You think Europe is a hoot when temperatures in the summer break ninety, wait’ll you see Europe in the winter when there’s no natural gas.

And then we have the ISIS thing. Two years ago, when the media was all about “Arab Spring” I told you (as if you didn’t already know – I have smart readers) that ‘democracy’ in the Mid-East was what happened until one group was strong enough to put their own strong men in power to subjugate the rest.

I have also said that ‘negotiations’ with terrorists means that you talk with a spokesman who is only a ‘front’, that if one of their leaders starts to get ‘moderate’ then he will be replaced by radicals who stick with the original agenda.

They haven’t been subtle about the agenda. When it comes to telegraphing intent, statements from ISIS make Hitler’s Mein Kampf look positively Machiavellian.  In the 1930’s Hitler’s manifesto was public knowledge and the subject of public speech, and the rest of Europe listened and said, “That’s all just rhetoric.  They’ll never actually DO any of that.”  And in the 1930’s Hitler was pacing things quite nicely, right up until Kristallnacht.

Compared to ISIS, Hitler is a piker.  ISIS said what they’d do, and not only have they done it, but they’ve proudly advertised the acts.

I’ve got a ‘strategy’ for Obama:  Arm Israel. Not that they need it.  Our Jewish friends have some of the best, if not THE outright BEST weapons available, and a leadership with the resolve to USE them. That takes care of Israel, but in the rest of the Mid-East?  One thing about our Mozzie friends:  If they can’t kill helpless Christians and other non-Mozzies, they’ll happily slaughter each other in wholesale numbers.  Treat it like a dog fight.  Let the dogs go at each other, as long as they stay in their arena.

The worst thing about all this, the thing that hurts the most, is that we ARE a decent nation.  We honestly do NOT want to hurt the non-combatants, the ‘collateral damage’ of battle.  However, there comes a time when…  How many of the millions incinerated in Japan in 1945 were actually carrying Arisakas or piloting kamikazes?  How many of the people of Berlin and Dresden and Frankfurt were actually crewing Konigstigeren or Messerschmitts?

Comes a time when the actions of our enemies will require from us the stripping back of the veneer of civilization, making us take to the battlefields with ruthless aggression.

We’ve already seen the ‘honor’ displayed by our enemies in Gaza as they fire missiles from schools and mosques and hospitals, hoping that Israel’s righteous counter-attacks will create the death of the ‘innocents’ to feed the propaganda machine that is the modern media.

We will hate them for it, but they will turn us into something we don’t want to be.  And fathers will look upon their living, happy children and pray to God for forgiveness for the actions they took to keep their children happy and safe.

Autospell

Always, always……….check the autospell BEFORE you SEND the message!!

Bruce received the following text from his neighbor:

“I am so sorry Bruce. I’ve been riddled with guilt and I have to confess. I have been helping myself to your wife, day and night when you’re not around. In fact, more than you. I do not get it at home, but that’s no excuse. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apology with my promise that it won’t, ever happen again.Your friend and neighbor, Jeff.”

Bruce, anguished and feeling the ultimate betrayal from his wife, went up to their bedroom where she lay sleeping, grabbed his gun from the gunsafe, and without a word, shot his wife.

A minute later, a second text came in from Jeff:

“F%^*&g autospell!!! I meant “wifi, not “wife” !!!! “

Name Game Nope

Nothing in the paper this morning. Didn’t make ’80 by eight’ this morning. We’re still overcast from that little disturbance that was in the Gulf of Mexico yesterday. It dumped a lot of rain on us, resulting in localized street flooding, dozens of pictures of dumbasses in stalled cars, a background of screams about needing to improve drainage.

We don’t need new drainage as much as we need fewer dumbasses, but dumbasses vote, so the .gov supports them.

got a good night’s sleep last night. Looks like staying off the knee, along with the medication, has helped.

Saturday Song #148

I love Bach. Apparently that goes with being large and grey.

Here’s Eleanor Bartsch warming up for Bach’s Concerto for Two Violins to the delight of a pair of elephants:

Here’s a bit more of it, by Arabella Steinbacher and Akiko Suwanai. If that don’t make you want to swing your trunk…

Week in Review

Staff meeting Monday morning, then depart for Victoria, Texas. We have a regional office there.

Tuesday morning, it’s class time. I get to present sixty-odd poorly formatted slides for the roll-out of the new, not ready for prime time, electrical safety procedure. Fortunately I am comfortable as an instructor and electrical power, even the dribbly amounts we use for most of this company, is my arena. I finish the class, sign of a stack of certifications that they’ve been trained, and I’m on the road again, this time to northwest Houston, because on Wednesday I get to do the same thing all over again with a different bunch.

On my way through Houston, I deviate from the path chosen for me by the GPS so I can restock the home noodle supply. There are some truly great oriental markets in Houston and this Cajun loves him some noodles, ever since one cold day in Korea where I traded my C Ration for a bowl of ramen.

The Wednesday class went exactly as I planned, and I was on the road for home. While I was traveling I got a call from one of my Louisiana stations. We have a new young tech at that station and he’s got an issue with the controls on an air compressor and could I please come give him a hand. Okay, that’s going to take care of Thursday.

I get home, have seven cats look at me with that ‘Where were you? Don’t you KNOW we need you here to properly idolize us?’ look.

Thursday morning I drove the hour and forty-five minutes to the station and had a great little impromptu class on the controls for the station’s air compressors. The controls are, for you techies, ‘relay logic’ instead of the more modern PLC (Programmable Logic Controller, i.e., solid-state) and it’s the stuff I built a reputation on. The tech I worked with is young and bright and eager to learn, and that makes me willing to teach.

Thursday afternoon I had to visit the doctor. I have a bum knee, my left one, that does not like the amount of time I spend driving, and it’s acting up. I come away with another round of anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxers and a bottle of mid-strength painkillers so I can sleep at night. I got those at the expense of promising that if the knee keeps acting up, I will submit myself to an MRI.

Today was an office day. I analyzed some date from a motor in Florida that is, in precise technical terms, ‘acting wonky’, and email them about my opinions, and I fill out my time entry so I’ll get paid for all this nonsense, and when I hit the house at noon, I have almost nine hundred miles on the odometer for the week.

Noon? Yeah, this is a GOOD company and preparatory to the Labor Day holiday weekend, a letter from HR cuts us loose at lunchtime.

I LOVE this job!

Road Warrior

This time it’s Texas. yesterday I left the office at 1000 hours headed to Victoria, Texas. Spent the night in a nice hotel, got up this morning, grabbed the free breakfast, then showed up at our office in town to conduct a class on our new and improved (with MORE bubble-wrap) safety procedures. I enjoy teaching. Electrical stuff is something I’ve lived and breathed for a few decades now, and even this load of feces can be made somewhat enjoyable.

Finished the class a bit after 1000, signed off on some paperwork, then got back on the road for Cypress, Texas. Made a stop along the way to look at some guns. Didn’t see anything I needed, so I drove on. Off of Beltway 8 on the west side of Houston is a huge shopping mall dedicated to the Oriental population. I spent a hundred bucks buying instant noodles, a quantity which almost fills the back seat of my car. The Cajun loves him some noodles.

Now I’m happily ensconced in yet another hotel room, having just ingested an almost lethal amount of pho.

Tomorrow’s yet another class. then it’s home to see the kitties.