Category: Geezer Alert!

Recently re-read “Oath Of Fealty”   an old SciFi novel by Niven and Pournelle. This post concerns just one quote from that book so please don’t get entangled in the balance. I mention the book as a source only, NOT as context.

Think of it as evolution in action.

A working definition: Evolution as a process that leads to survival of the fittest, or  natural selection. Whether this process is controlled by The Divine or driven solely by nature is NOT germane here. It either is an on-going process – or it isn’t? And that ain’t the question anyway.

I’ll posit that we do not always do humanity a favor by fighting against nature. All men may be created equal but soon divergence becomes apparent.

One anecdotal example: Don’t pee on the third rail. Others can be found online by looking up “Epic Fail” or similar.

Then we have: Prof Stephen Hawking has been caught red-handed having visited a sex club in The States. NB, this is not exactly relevant here, it just tickles me.  Arguably one of the finest minds on the planet is quite human.

How is any of this fodder for the TAH crowd you might reasonably ask? Most of us consider firearms and other weapons simply as tools. They also can trim the gene pool on occasion.  War – on the scale we are capable of even more so.

And, of course, the phony socialist effort to equalize everyone is in play.

Here’s the question (it don’t get asked in polite circles)… Have we screwed up evolution, as defined above, so much with technology that the concept is meaningless? Further, is this a good thing for humanity?

Here’s the picture. Jonn has been posting while riding with his (far too beautiful) wife is doing the driving. If you aren’t following Jonn on FB he DID NOT get an MRI he was expecting.

Now I think he was just avoiding a Colonoscopy  You Army guys will be more understanding methinks?

You know what they say about one way of maintaining a long marriage is for the two of you to never go to bed mad? Well, there’s a sort-of corollary to that rule that applies to maintaining your good relationships in blogging: never hit that send key while you’re still mad. Unfortunately, I have made the mistake of not heeding that latter warning far too often. Like last night.

I’m reminded of Chico, the first cat my wife and I ever owned. He would slip out of the yard, cross the street and duck down behind the opposite curb fronting our cross-street neighbor’s yard where those folks had a small dog they’d let out on the porch, but with strong warnings against leaving the front yard, especially as to getting in the street, a huge no-no. Chico would huddle behind the curb, his entire body quivering, then suddenly pop up catching the little dog’s attention. Fido would at first run to the center of the yard barking but when Chico ducked down, the dog would return to his porch post. Each time Chico popped up, the dog would run a few feet closer to the curb before returning to the porch. Finally, usually on the dog’s fourth or fifth run and his closest approach to the curb, Chico would bolt across the street into our yard as if running for his life, and the furious little dog would come tearing right behind in full pursuit, barking his silly head off. Which, of course, brought his angry, yelling owner out with a rolled up newspaper with which she smacked the fooled Fido several times before putting him back on the porch with another stern warning.

I watched that cat sucker that pooch off that porch five or six times in an hour, with the dog getting his butt whacked a bit harder each time, before the owner would finally take her poor, frustrated, little mutt inside. I swear Chico would sit in our front yard while the dog was getting smacked, with his little kitty ribs heaving with cat laughter. And this went on for months. That dog never learned and Chico never gave him a break.
So why that story? Well, I’m kind of like that dog. Despite knowing I shouldn’t, I still get suckered off the porch of reasoned discourse and run headlong into the risky street of angry diatribe, barking my fool head off. And then, while still all lathered up with righteous indignation, I do the really stupid thing: I hit that damned send key.

And that is exactly why I had that jaws-quivering, rabidly righteous piece about John Kerry and John Edwards up yesterday. While the premise of the piece is valid: both are true lowlifes and the Democrats do seem to have a penchant for electing such people to the highest offices in the land, it is usually sufficient to fire off epithets like scumbag, slime ball, sleazebag, etc. sparingly in such a short submission. I’m afraid I had my keyboard selector switch set to full auto for that piece.

When I was writing for Old War Dogs, webmaster and editor, Bill Faith, R.I.P., used to keep me on the porch, well, at least in the yard, for the most part, occasionally smacking me with a rolled-up email while whistling me back out of the street. I’ll bet when I hit that send key last night, Ol’ Bill was up there somewhere looking down over my shoulder and shaking his head that another of his old dogs had gone tearing off out into the street again, barking my fool head off, ignoring the lesson of not hitting that damned send key while my muzzle was still lathered. But it’s so doggoned hard to just sit on the porch and growl when one of those Demo Cats pops up over the curb like Edwards did yesterday, blaming his wife for his own bad behavior. OK, I know, I’m a baad doggie.

Mea culpa, Bill, but you know what they say about teaching us old dogs…

We’ve talked about The Nuge and the fallout from his intemperate, if accurate, words.

The reaction is heading towards that offered to Rush Limbaugh.

This bit might have been more of the same and it offers pix of the complainers. Sorry Charley Longo. Some folks in Maine may take you seriously, but…

 

 

 

 

 

Waterfront Concerts promoter Alex Gray said Sunday that he doesn’t plan to call off Ted Nugent’s Bangor performance despite remarks from two city councilors that the controversial rock star shouldn’t be allowed to play in the city.

ETA: Lest anyone be confused. I’ve been wrestling with the formatting for a while. Sorry.

Today is Earth Day!

All the bad guys in the world are most certainly taking the day off from their various activities to celebrate. There will be no robberies or IED planting for the 24 hours or so while the celebrations go on.

How will YOU celebrate the day?

Me… I’m contemplating a world where where every plane, train, boat, automobile, and semi-truck are powered by electricity.  Every animal will stop trying to eat each other and just hug.

I DO love the smell of Unicorn Farts in the mornings…

I do hope Jonn will forgive…

A look ahead it seems?
Ted Nugent Under Fire for Obama Threat

 Ted Nugent has the Secret Service keeping an eye on him, according to New York’s Vulture blog. Nugent landed on their radar over the weekend, when the musician attended the National Rifle Association’s convention in St. Louis Missouri and said of Democrats, “We need to ride into the battlefield and chop their heads off in November.”

A Secret Service spokesman told  Vulture, “We are aware of it, and we’ll conduct an appropriate follow up.”

Karzai demands US commitment on funding
American troops prepare for what could be their last major offensive

And our own TSO arrives in theater…

For those of you not following along our hirsute representative arrived (in Kygryzstan) earlier today wearing flip-flops!

This confluence of events MUST mean something? His arrival, a major offensive, and money? I kinda stopped listening to stuff about TSO’s feet when he was complaining about blisters, but now I suspect something much larger is in play?