Category: Who knows

  • From the State That Gave Us the “Bill & Hill Show” . . .

    . . . we now have this headline:

    Democrat Running for Lt. Governor
    of Arkansas Used to be a Stripper
    No, I’m not joking.

    Democratic candidate for lieutenant governor in Arkansas John Burkhalter said being a male stripper in Little Rock was one of the many “tough jobs” he had in his past.

    Yeah, it was years ago. And yeah, it’s an honest living – albeit one that raises eyebrows and is considered somewhat disreputable by many.

    Still, an ex-stripper as a state’s Lt Governor? Kinda seems . . . well, just a bit “off”.

    I knew Hope was not a strategy. I just didn’t realize it was a seedy bar in Arkansas with a rather raucous ladies’ night.  Then again:  considering the antics of the last President from Arkansas, I can’t say I’m exactly surprised, either.

    You really couldn’t make this sh!t up if you tried.

  • David Nieland; Secret Service hooker hunter resigns

    Stars & Stripes reports that David Nieland, the fellow investigating the Secret Service hooker scandal in Colombia was himself involved with prostitutes in Florida;

    Nieland has told congressional staffers that he was pressured to leave out of the report on the Secret Service scandal that a White House volunteer had brought a prostitute to his room. However, the congressional staffers and the White House have said that no evidence supported that allegation.

    Officials briefed on the Nieland investigation said that in May, sheriff’s deputies in Broward County, Florida, saw him entering and leaving a building they had under surveillance as part of a prostitution investigation, the Times reported. Deputies later interviewed a prostitute who identified Nieland in a photograph and said he had paid her for sex, according to the newspaper.

    Now, I hate to state the obvious here, but maybe he was doing research for his investigation. Sounds like the perfect excuse to me.

  • On the hunt for Valor Thieves in Indianapolis

    On the hunt for Valor Thieves in Indianapolis

    Hot dog stuff

    We haven’t heard much from TSO lately, but rest assured that he’s on the hunt for valor thieves in Indianapolis, using a clever disguise and his service dogs. I hope I haven’t blown his cover here.

  • The Great Fudge Fiasco

    I am a lot of things, 2 of those things are a pretty good cook and a lover of all things chocolate.

    I enjoy cooking,  so just a little while ago I decided to make homemade fudge.  I’m pretty sure the kitchen now qualifies as a disaster area, I may have to call in a hazmat team.

    Amid all the carnage is a 9 inch by 9 inch pan that contains something that is almost completely unlike fudge. The truth is it’s unlike anything I have ever seen before. I do believe that God wanted fudge at some point billions of years ago and made the same mess I did tonight, when he tossed it became the primordial ooze.

    At one point in making this ooze tonight I had something that was very much like lava. The pan boiled over and hit the burner, I had flaming lava. I kept at it and pretty soon I had boiling flaming lava.  During this madness I looked at the stove and remember thinking that I may be able to get it clean with a power washer.  I read the hershey website and the comments and they all agree that I didn’t get it hot enough.  Well hell it must be the stove, Its a GE but it does not have that optional surface of the sun setting or the pits of hell setting that is so well known on the newer models.   The website also says  things like “When the boil recedes”  I remeber that point it was about the same time I had the fire extinguisher in one hand and the phone in the other getting ready to call 911.  I was still at this point foolishly thinking that it would turn out ok.

    As the smoke cleared and my eyes stopped watering I could see the remains of the pot.  The top of the stove was coated in a protective layer of chocolate as well as the burner. The drip pan looks like some that spent 10,00o years in a tar pit and Im thinking its about time for a new stove anyway, this one is over a year old… But I still think I can save the fudge.

    The directions say to toss in the butter and the vanilla at this point so I do.  They also say to let it cool to 110 degrees. Oddly enough that is the exact same amount of time it takes to research the price and availability of a new stove as well as make a real effort at cleaning the old one.

    Then I am to stir this hot mess with a wooded spoon until it thickens and starts to loose its gloss, who are they kidding?  Gordon Ramsey and Martha Stewarts love child that contained the reincarnated spirit of Julia Child couldn’t save this little bit of hell on earth. But I did it anyway.  I need some new wooden spoons, mine are now coated in the ooze, Its the damndest thing that crap hardened on the stove, the burner, the drip pan, the pan its self and the spoon but will not harden in the 9×9 pan.

    In all fairness to Hershey and little old women everywhere I am sure this is a fantastic recipe.  I will at some point try it again.  There is some exaggeration in the above post. I never had a phone ready to dial 911.  I am not going to have to replace the stove, however I did consider it. I will have to get new drip pans and possibly a new burner. They are coated in hard chocolate.   The spoons are a lost cause.    I may have invented a new industrial sealant/adhesive.

    As a comparison,   A few years ago I home hot salt blued a pistol. I used red devil drain cleaner and distilled water in a old stainless steel pot. I did it just to see of it would work and it did. The pistol came out great.  That mixture was so volatile that any organic material it touched either melted or burst into flame.  I was more worried about the Fudge lava that I ever was the blueing mix.

    I am going to post the recipe below. The tips in italics are mine

     

    Ingredients

    • 3 cups sugar
    • 2/3 cup HERSHEY’S Cocoa or HERSHEY’S SPECIAL DARK Cocoa
    • 1/8 teaspoon salt
    • 1-1/2 cups milk    This should read whole milk 
    • 1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter
    • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

      Directions

      1. Line 8-or 9-inch square pan with foil, extending foil over edges of pan. Butter foil.  I knew I was screwed when I has problems at this step. 

      2. Mix sugar, cocoa and salt in heavy  4-quart saucepan When they say heavy they mean it, Think reactor vessel or may an old locomotive boiler; stir in milk. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until mixture comes to full rolling boil This is where it start to go wrong, I strongly recommend a fireproof suit and increasing the home owners coverage . Boil, without stirring, until mixture reaches 234°F on candy thermometer or until small amount of mixture dropped into very cold water, forms a soft ball which flattens when removed from water. (Bulb of candy thermometer should not rest on bottom of saucepan.) By this time you have the above mentioned lava, NORAD has detected a possible missile launch in the kitchen and you have to get close to the Devils Diarrhea in the pot to test it.  

      3. Remove from heat. Add butter and vanilla. DO NOT STIR. Cool at room temperature to 110°F (lukewarm). Beat with wooden spoon until fudge thickens and just begins to lose some of its gloss. Quickly spread in prepared pan; cool completely. Cut into squares. Store in tightly covered container at room temperature. About 64 pieces or 1-3/4 pounds. Well This is bullshit. Make a Dr. Appt to have your rotator cuff repaired and get in good with a Coven of Witches because I’m pretty sure they are the only ones who can make this stuff.

      NOTE: For best results, do not double this recipe. This is one of our most requested recipes, but also one of our most difficult. The directions must be followed exactly. Beat too little and the fudge is too soft. Beat too long and it becomes hard and sugary.   Go out and buy fudge

       

       

       

    • Private SNAFU and other lost souls

      Marks Survey/pop quiz the other day and the follow up post that called us all Savages got me thinking about old cartoons. When I started thinking about them I started looking for them on the interwebs.

      I found the entire private SNAFU Army training series from WW2. If you have never see it its worth the time to watch. I had seen them before and knew some of the history behind them. Theodore Geisel later to be know as Dr. Seuss was in charge of story and animation on most of them. His influence in the early episodes can be seen in the rhymes and art work. Mel Blanc did most of the voices.

      There were at least two episodes that never got shown, the last was a case of art hitting a little to close to reality. The story was about going home and not talking about what you had done or seen, they used the existence of a fictional super bomb or secret weapon as an example. This episode was created before all but a very few knew of the the Atomic bomb.

      My favorite episode Booby Trap, keeping in mind that these cartoons were made for adult men that episode would be considered almost pornographic by 1940 standards. I get great joy out of knowing that Dr. Seuss was the master and creator of the nipple slip and the Technical Fairy 1st Class.

      I cant write about WW2 cartoons with out mentioning Warner Brothers, MGM, Disney and Fleischer Studios. Buggs Bunny, Donald Duck and Popeye were all after the Axis.

      Most of the cartoons from that time have been archived. They are no longer politically correct and will more than likely never be shown on a big screen again.

      The Video Below is about 2 hours long, its all of the SNAFU cartoons. The others can be found by looking for Banned WW2 Caatoons on You Tube

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cChh8HuZrog

    • Incompetent boobery

      Government never lives up to our expectations. Out here in the real world, when we pay someone to install a toilet in our house, we expect the toilet to work when he’s done. But, we don’t expect the same results from government. I’ve always said that the reason people who have been in the military for any length of time are conservative is because we’ve seen the government at it’s best and at it’s worst and it’s been our experience that there’s hardly any difference between the two. We’ve depended upon the government to bring us our food and our clothes when we need it most, and the government is unable to do the simplest things in a timely manner.

      This whole Ebola thing should come as no surprise to anyone. The government is unable to protect us from the disease even though there is an agency with “disease control” right there in it’s name. Every morning, when I turn on the news, I feel like I’m in one of those bad movies where the government’s only concern is preventing panic in the population, rather than fixing the problem with which they are confronted.

      Actually, instead of “disease control” the Center for Disease Control has been tasked with researching things that have nothing to do with it’s mission – things like gun violence policy and fat lesbians – to bow to their political masters, rather than science.

      I’m not surprised at this particular strategy, I’m just surprised that no one else isn’t surprised that government is incompetent. Government is real good at telling we, the people, what to do, but they’re not so good at telling themselves what to do. We have government officials telling us not to panic and lying to us about the situation so we don’t panic, not understanding that the more they lie, the more panic they create. Just like in those bad movies.

      We learn that there are are a few hospitals that are supposed to be equipped to handle Ebola patients, yet two nurses contract the disease in one of those facilities because they didn’t have basic equipment to protect them from Ebola.

      The lesson of the last few years is that government is inherently incompetent, but, as we’ll probably see in the upcoming elections, no one has learned that lesson. In fact, we’re even willing to allow the same government that was unable to protect two highly-trained nurses in Dallas from Ebola infection to commandeer our own health care. Even after the government’s own health care system, the Veterans’ Affairs Department, has been nationally exposed as being incompetent – despite the fact that two presidents and four Congresses have been recklessly throwing piles of cash at the VA.

      The reason that it’s been especially incompetent this year is because all of the crises that we’re facing are being viewed through a political lens, you know, with the mid-term elections looming next month. The political implications of certain decisions must be focus-grouped first and by the time a decision is made, it’s really too late for the decision to have a meaningful impact on the problem.

      The only lesson of Big Government is that the more that you depend on the government in your life, the more you are going to be disappointed with the results. But, I’m pretty sure that isn’t the lesson the country is going to take away from this experience.

    • Gary Peters: I don’t see any stolen valor here

      Gary Peters: I don’t see any stolen valor here

      Mackinac Conference Senate Race

      I’ve seen this link in messages several times since last night about Democrat Gary Peters who is running for the Senate seat in Michigan. The link is to Matthew Boyle’s article in Breitbart where Boyle tries his hand at FOIAs and interpreting military records. To his credit, Boyle calls in an expert, retired Navy Commander Jim Semerad, to interpret the records of Peters who was a supply officer in the Navy Reserves.

      There really is no “there” there. Apparently, Peters said he was an “expert” pistol and rifle marksman, but he was only qualified as a “sharpshooter” – one level below the “expert” designation. Peters also said that he was a SEABEE, but he was actually a supply officer in a SEABEE unit. His only deployment in ten years of service was to Qatar. There are probably scads of reservists who didn’t get that far.

      “One of our missions was to build bridges,” Peters added at that American Legion post in Trenton, pumping his claimed experience in the military as useful for him in Congress. “I like to say: We learned how to build bridges while getting shot at. It’s kind of a metaphor for Washington: people are constantly taking shots but we’ve got to be able to build bridges, we got to bring people together…it’s about being a practical problem solver.”

      He never built or bridge or got shot at while he wasn’t building a bridge, but to me, that’s no more than boosting your résumé. Not everyone in the military gets shot at, or even deploys, so like I said, this isn’t really stolen valor or anything similar.

      Mr. Boyles compares this case to John Kerry or Richard Blumenthal, but they’re not even close. Blumenthal said that he went to Vietnam, when he didn’t, Kerry has memories “seared” into his tiny brain that never happened. Peters gave himself a bump up in the weapons qual badges. This one makes me shrug. It trivializes the whole Stolen Valor issue.

    • No Call to Answer

      Another ramble – a brief one this time.  You’ve been forewarned.

      . . .

      Some songs appeal intellectually through meaningful or witty lyrics. Others do so through stirring music. Sometimes it’s a combination of the two that hits home.

      But I think the songs that make the deepest impression are those that touch us emotionally. What makes such a connection varies from person to person. That’s understandable; we’re all different and have different experiences, likes, and desires.

      When a song makes that emotional connection deeply and accurately, it can move you greatly – even years after you first hear it. Couple that with quality lyrics and well-crafted music, and you have a song you’ll literally never forget.

      For me, this is one such song. It’s not particularly well known; it wasn’t a hit. But I have to admit it can move me nearly to tears most every time I hear it.

      IMO it works on a number of levels. It works for a friendship gone bad, then reconciled; ditto for a romantic relationship that ends, then resumes. It fits the return of a prodigal son (or daughter). Indeed, IMO it works for most any type of estrangement/falling-out that those involved elect to try and overcome – regardless of the reason, or the gender(s) of those involved.  It also works, albeit perhaps not as well, for estrangements that are never overcome.

      Paridoxically, it also fits the situation of having someone close who’s on a protracted “final approach” – all too well, unfortunately.  Trust me on that.

      Below is a YouTube clip (audio only) of the tune in question; it’s the original version. If you think you might prefer a male/female duet, such a version can be found here. That version is good, too.


       

      RIP, Dad.  We still miss you.

      . . .

      That’s all for today.  Heading back to . . . wherever.