Friday, 22 February 2013

Truth and Tolerance

"Truth always invites scrutiny. Error always demands tolerance." (Dr. John MacArthur)

Thursday, 21 February 2013

Ja wohl, mein Fuehrer


This should bother you. It should bother you a lot. In fact, unless you are a bobbleheaded Kool Aid drinker it should terrify you.

Okay now. All together. Let's all group think for Obama.

From Tom Gilson over at Thinking Christian comes this terrifying piece on political correctness, a la thought control, at East Carolina University. Can we all say Seig Heil? Ja wohl, mein Fuehrer.

If you think “gay rights” is a perfectly innocent and harmless matter, please read this from Mike Adams about a major assault being made on freedom of religion and conscience in North Carolina.

Mike usually takes a wry, satirical tone in his writings. This could have been a nice noir fiction piece on the deep intolerance of “tolerance.” But Mike was stone-cold sober this time, and his article wasn't fiction.

East Carolina University has set aside a day on which all faculty “homophobics” must wear an armband making it easy to identify them at a glance. Well, not really—that's my own semi-fictional take on it—but it's far too close for comfort. In actual fact the university has assigned a day for faculty members to wear an assigned brown shirt bearing the message, “Gay? Fine By Me.”

Yes, I did say “assigned brown shirt” and “assigned day.” The effect will be no different from an armband in reverse.

ECU's administration is also asking students to join in the campus-wide campaign to pressure private conscience into public conformity.

Any faculty member who chooses not to publicly parrot the assigned message on that day will be quite identifiably “homophobic.” The administration is apparently asking departments to take faculty group photos showing support for the campaign, thus making a permanent record of who is or is not a “homophobe.”

It's an incredible assault on freedom of thought, freedom of association, and freedom of conscience—at a public university. It is harmful, and it is wrong.

Note on “brown:” The first commenter here has correctly noted that the shirts have not been identified as being brown. I got that from the title of Mike's article, where he was, I think, alluding to something very similar to what I had in mind with my armband allusion.

We'll Have A Gay Old Time


So, trivia buffs, what is the movie playing at the drive-in theatre during the closing credits of The Flintstones? The Monster.

Knowing that won me a trivia contest at WCAU Radio back in 1972 in the days when 'CAU was 'all talk radio' and the evening shifts were hosted by Sol Weinstein from 10:00 p.m.to 2:00 ia.m. and by Ron Owens from 2:00 to 6:00. I listened to Weinstein every night all through high school and cried the night he left radio.
When I moved out west in 1972 I could no longer get WCAU in spite of it being a 50,000 watt clear radio station.

It has been over 40 years now but I can still do their station breaks for them.

"This is WCAU in Philadelphia. The numbers to call are Mohawk 7-0500, Woodlawn 3-5909, or Tennyson 9-6790."

I told you I listened every night.

Those numbers have stayed with me all those years. Ask me my drivers license number and I have to look in my wallet though.

It has been another day from hell. Mother's turn to be really sick again. For a month she has complained of pain. First in her groin, then in her hip, finally in her calf. Yesterday her calf was swollen and today the results were back - deep vein thrombosis. Two clots in her legs. One in the calf and one in her thigh.

Of course convincing her she created this problem by sitting on her skinny butt in a chair for hours on end is nigh on impossible and that was what she did for a solid month on her last downhill slide.

So now it is a week of going to the hospital every day for 8 days and getting blood thinning injection and 8 months of warfarin and 8 months of wearing surgical hose once we can find one that will fit her.
And, of course, hold our breath for a couple weeks.

So there you have it, another episode in As the Stomach Churns.

A Life Like No Other - Howard G. Hendricks (1924 - 2013)


Howard Hendricks died this morning. That will probably not mean anything to anyone here on this social media site but it fills me with a profound and ineffable sadness. I only met Dr. Hendricks once and that 50 years ago but that meeting made a life long mark on me and I have followed Professor Hendricks life, teaching, books, and speeches for as long back as I can remember.

We live in an age where few men are honorable and fewer yet receive honor but this extraordinary man was loved by tens of thousands of people and while probably no one reading this knew Hendricks there are circles where his was a household name and this morning the millions who have been touched by his life will be in mourning.

I grew up in a time when people had personal heroes. Of course that was also a time when there were heroes to be had. Dr. Howard G. Hendricks was one of them.

A while back I threatened to do a post or a series of posts of the heroes in my life, the men whose lives have impacted mine and formed my thoughts or whom I have just admired. In a list or blog posting of those heroes "Prof" would have been number one on the list.

Doing that blog post was to have served another purpose as well. I had intended to use it to begin writing letters to the heroes on the list who were still alive thanking them for their lives and their contributions to society. I never did. This morning I deeply regret not having done so.

No, I didn't attend DTS. Prof was not my academic Prof. But he was, none the less, one of my teachers. I wish I had written to thank him when he retired, finally, two years ago at 87. Like tens of thousands of people I didn't write. As much as it pains me not having done so I think it was probably okay. Hendricks knew how deeply he was appreciated by people around the world.

Few men attain the stature of Howard Hendricks. Fewer still gain his level of love and respect.
I am deeply saddened today while remaining grateful to have been touched by his life.

I will leave you with a bit of wisdom from Dr. Hendricks. "Don't let the elephants stand on your air hose."

Howard G. Hendricks (1924 - 2013)

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

This Is My Brother Darrell and This Is My Other Brother Darrell


I am getting really tired of this crap. If it is not one damned thing it is the other damned thing.

Father improves day to day. While I am still doing the chores and household jobs he normally does to keep active he is back to walking the little dog morning and evening. He is making a good recovery.

Mother is a different story. To be fair her wicked cold seems to be better and she is eating again - more with each passing day - she has other issues besides the Alzheimer's.

She is always cold. Always. That is both because she eats so little and also because of a thyroid disorder they are trying to get straightened around. But a lot of her issues are of her own making. She can barley walk because, again, she doesn't eat enough to keep her strength up, and because she sits on her ass all day in the same chair and moves only when she needs to use the bathroom (in that regard she is slightly ahead of the average Yahoo chatter who would sit there and piss themselves). I have been telling her for months now she has to move but she is a stubborn old bitch.

About three weeks ago she started complaining that he groin hurt. Then it was her hip. The last week and a half it has been her lower leg. This morning that lower leg was swollen but, no, she didn't want to go to the doctor.

I finally pulled a scare tactic on her and told her that by sitting on her butt all day this could be DVT or another type of clot. She finally went to the doctor and sure enough they are concerned it is DVT or another type of clot.

She has to go in for an ultrasound tomorrow around noon. If it is below the knee then things are not as serious. If above the knee she will have to go into the hospital to be put on warfarin and watched until it breaks up.

Of course since she sits all the time it could just be blood pooling in her leg so the doctor has ordered some kind of surgical sock that has to be fitted then ordered. Another task for tomorrow morning.

Tess is back to work today but it must have been an easy day or someone actually did their job while she was off because I haven't heard any bitching.

I went to my parents early to check on them (see above), clean the kitchen up, get a load of water for the holding tank, go to market, and had dinner cooked by 1:45. Tonight is easy. Just throw it in the oven to reheat. I love meals like that.

I did not get much sleep last night. Because I wasn't there much last week Tess didn't bother watching the one show we watch together so last night we watched 4 days worth. Then I went to bed and tossed and turned. I woke for a whizz at 5:45 and at that point there is no sense going back to sleep so I laid there until 6:10 when it was rise and shine time.

I have an outstanding book on the go that I am having a hard time finding time to read so as soon as dinner dishes are put away here I may head back down town early and either read or, who knows, check the inside of my eyelids for cracks.

Granddaughter Gracey called me last night and we had a quite the grown up conversation for someone who is only three years and four months.

Gracey phoned to tell me she was going to watch a movie about the Lockness Monster. While she was talking to me she was also calling for her mother to make the popcorn.

The three year old four month child told me it was a scary movie but that you didn't really have to be scared because it was just a movie.

Gracey frightens me. I shudder to think how smart she is going to be in a couple more years if she talks like this now.

Then she asked me if I would take her to a Japanese restaurant to eat. She loves Edo's. I told her I would come up on Sunday and take her. Something got lost however and Rebecca called me back to say Gracey was irritated because she thought I was coming right then. She told her Mom to never mind the movie and had put her boots on. Rebecca had a time explaining to her it would be Sunday.

She is a pistol.

Okay Kids, What Time Is It?





For ten bonus points, who played Clarabell the Clown?

A Very Late Song Saturday



Sunday Night


Sunday at last!

After getting home from the hospital father stayed inside and laid low for a couple of days. He is looking better and says he is feeling better. Mother is starting to eat again. It would not look like a lot to most of you and indeed the caloric intake is low but for her it is a virtual feeding frenzy. If she can keep it up a while it may recover more and then she might gain some much needed weight. Eating keeps her energy up and it seems to even help with the Alzheimer's somewhat.

I did a quick laundry this morning to get get caught up on the last of it and then cooked a large pot of chicken, veggie, noodle soup for the old folk's dinner this evening. I stole some for myself as well. Tess wants to eat full Filipino tonight and I am not interested in what she is wanting. I'll have my soup. I'll have the Bilo Bilo she is making for dessert.

I need this break. It has been a long haul. Mother has been really ill for two weeks and it was a struggle to get any nourishment into her at all. Then father got very sick and was in the hospital. I was stretched very thin. I was starting at 6:30 most mornings and not getting to sit down until 8:00 after mother was in bed watching television. Thank goodness for my oldest granddaughter who spent the nights listening for her great-grandmother or I'd have got no rest at all.

As long as the two of them are reasonably okay this evening, and there is no reason to think they are not, I will be able to stay here for our normal weekend together of Sunday and Monday. I wouldn't tell her because I don't want it going to her head but I was missing Tess. I take it she was missing me since she has stayed cuddled up beside me all afternoon.

That is a funny thing, huh? I'm 61. Tess a few years younger. You'd think the fire would dim but not seeing each other for a few days we sit and cuddle each other like two teenagers and I am looking forward to bedtime so we can snuggle up and get comfortable.

Mom and Dad are both 80. While he was in the hospital he missed Mom and she missed him, both like fish out of the water without the other.

I wasn't sure Tess and I were ever going to reach this stage together but I am glad we have. We are going to eat early. Tess will watch television. I will read and try to stay awake and, if there is a God in heaven, I hope to be in bed by 9:30.

Tomorrow I will check on the old folks and I have to babysit young Silas for a couple of hours but then it will be, hopefully, another day of doing as close to nothing as possible.

Saturday, 16 February 2013

For American Bloggers Only



There are many reasons to live in Canada. The following is just one of them.


These can be yours for a mere $15 a box plus shipping. Yes, I know that is a wicked price but we have them and you don't.

On a separate note I was in the bookstore this afternoon waiting to be checked out. The line was moving slowly and apparently I started to hum quietly to myself. After a moment the woman behind me said something I didn't here. I excused myself and asked her to repeat what she had said.

"You have grandchildren?"

"Yes."

I must have looked puzzled.

"Young grandchildren?"

More puzzlement.

"Yes."

She smiled and then chuckled.

"Do you know what you were humming?"

Then it hit me. I had been standing in line at a store humming the theme song to the children's cartoon Max and Ruby.

Oh, well. It is a catchy tune and the lyrics are real easy.

Old Folks Health Update


Father got out of the hospital this morning. He is much improved. Looks better. Feels better. Is breathing better. He needs to take it easy but his new meds should straighten him out over time.

Mother ate more today than she ate all week. She is brighter and more alert. Her Alzheimer's leaves her often confused but she does better mentally when she eats as well. 

It was still a very busy work day here for me catching up on chores that never seem to get done (cleaning the oven, fridge, cupboards, etc.) as well as doing all the rest but there is light at the end of the tunnel. I roasted a chicken for dinner and there is enough left over for pot pie tomorrow making for an easy day cooking.

I am taking the morning off and having coffee with Scott but other than that have only a couple of chores to do and I am going to make sure to build a nap in tomorrow afternoon. I am tired!

The Hair Down There


I see Blogster has blocked access to the pages of the large, nude, sweater puppies gracing the new user pages this morning. Such a pity. I wanted to examine them more closely. You never know, it might be an existing Blogster user with a new account and branching out into a new business venture. Sort of a "Big Guns For Hire." I've a couple of guesses who it could be.

Anyways, I thought it might add some titillation, if you'll pardon the phrase, to our regular blogging but the accounts have been blocked. Now I'll never get to meet the hairless, large breasted Raskal. Such is life.

That brings up a question I have long wanted to broach but have never quite had the courage but, well, here goes. Why is it that so many women shave their genetals these days? Seriously. Why?

I know that a few years ago when it became all the rage it was quite ... exciting but now-a-days one can't approach a gas station magazine rack without noting that women don't seem to have hair down there any longer and, frankly, it disturbs me.

I like women. Being single for a large number of years I dated a large number of them. I like women. Not just for their beauty and their sex. Please note. "Women" is the operative word. Not girls. Unless they are a family member I am quite honestly not even interested in talking to anyone under 25. Their minds are usually empty.

When I am with a woman I want one that looks and acts and smells like a woman. Not one who is hairless. Little girls are hairless. Little girls. There is something wrong with grown men who get all excited about the shaven little girl look on their sexual partners. Society is now writing about and attempting to promote the normalization of sex between adults and children. I cannot help but wonder if the shaven look has contributed to that. Studies have shown that the more someone watches pornography the more likely they are to approve of gay marriage.

Anyway, back to the chest, erm, I mean topic at hand, why would an escort agency attempt to spam a social networking site? Doesn't that run the wireless bill up surfing from a street corner? And is anyone likely to fly from Davenport to Berlin for a piece of ass?

Oh, excuse me, this is social networking. People fly off to screw people they don't know quite frequently. I forgot.

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

FEMA's Ugly Superstorm Sandy Policy: No Churches Allowed


We live in a very strange time where those who preach tolerance the loudest are the least tolerant among us and it is not ignorance or lack of understanding that make them try to turn the Constitution on it's head from freedom of religion to freedom from religion. As the author of this article says, we are going down a very slippery slope.



FEMA's Ugly Superstorm Sandy Policy: No Churches Allowed

It is stunning how policies in a country so blessed by God can turn into programs that severely undermine the good work done in God's name. This latest federal case is so insidious that it takes your breath away. 

The first people to reach out to benefit the communities in a crisis are the local churches and other houses of worship (hereafter: "churches") that are already in those communities. After Superstorm Sandy hit New York City and the metro area, hundreds of local churches came to people's aid. Christian groups from other locations came, too, and added to the ministries of the local churches. When Convoy of Hope from Missouri showed up with 18-wheeler trucks full of food and other aid, our New York Governor Andrew Cuomo also showed up for a photo opportunity, helping unload the treasures of care and hope from generous people in the Midwest. Also, at least 75 chaplaincy students of our New York Divinity School and its affiliate New York State Chaplaincy Task Force devoted thousands of hours, pouring out physical and spiritual help. Many of these student chaplains live in or near the neighborhoods most affected – and were present and ministering long before other helpers showed up. This is a splendid trait of the vibrant local churches.

Our Staten Island chaplaincy supervisor Rev. Daniel Delgado explained it this way: "The church is always here and committed to serve all of humanity. These trained Christian chaplains were able to respond before anyone else, because they were there already, and as Christians in ministry they are committed to help people in need every day. The current Hurricane Sandy aid to victims is a reminder that God often chooses to love people through our ministry. We don't get paid for this; we do this because we love people." Amen, Rev. Delgado. And thank you for all that you and thousands of other divinely inspired men and women do!
The storied FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) has a policy to discriminate only against the local churches – the ones that do the most and were there first – while it benefits everyone else, at our taxpayer largess.

This is an ugly wrinkle in the evolution of our American society that needs to be addressed: the Federal policy that absolutely anyone suffering the effects of a natural disaster may receive grants from FEMA –with the single absurd exception of churches, synagogues, mosques and other houses of worship. This is in spite of the fact that churches do tremendous work benefitting their communities, 365 days every year, as do other non-profit agencies and charities. The tutoring, feeding of the poor, after-school programs, senior-citizen care, emergency preparedness, and other good works are done by both churches and charities, except that the churches also point people to God. And for this positive, divine contribution to society, they are asked to shoulder their own repairs for $100,000s of damages to their buildings, while charities receive generous FEMA grants.

This FEMA anti-church policy is both selective and ugly:



  • For decades FEMA has honored the needs of churches, although perhaps on a selective basis. The Stafford Disaster Assistance Law (1988) that guides FEMA prohibited grants to churches, but exceptions are often made. After Hurricane Katrina, churches received (1) grants for repairs and rebuilding as well as (2) grants for the food they distributed and the shelter they provided for all the other victims. I personally helped lead in hurricane relief twice before, and federal assistance for churches was generous then. Now after Superstorm Sandy, both kinds of grants are cut off from churches only.
  • This policy is ugly in four ways, as I will now show, and we ask you to join with us to try to fix FEMA's ugliness.
First, FEMA's policy is ugly because it treats churches as outsiders individuals, families, retail stores, family businesses, manufacturing companies, government agencies, schools, clubs, restaurants, charities – everyone but churches! If the only difference is the churches' devotion to God – that should not make any difference in public policy. After all, it is their God-orientation that empowers the churches in service to all the people in all the communities. And besides, many of those families, stores, schools, companies, clubs and charities are sincerely devoted to God, too. Let FEMA be forewarned: vibrant worship often occurs in homes, offices, factories and restaurants, too.

With the same good reasoning, we believe that churches should be able to rent parts of school facilities on equal basis with all other groups, too – a right still under contention in New York City, my town.
Second, this discrimination against local churches seems to open the door to other risky discrimination. If our devotion to God should keep churches from FEMA grants, what about fire department aid, police protection, and other long-established government services? If these fine benefits to churches continue with tax-payer support, so should FEMA grants. If we deny FEMA protection to churches now, are we starting down a sinister slippery slope?

Third, cutting off the resources of FEMA grants ignores the immensely positive roles the churches have already played after Superstorm Sandy – including the generous giving of tens of millions of dollars ($10,000,000s) of food, shelter and clothing to all who needed help, without discrimination – much of it donated also through church affiliates. Thousands of churches were the trusted conduits of tons of generous gifts from all over America and the world. To not help the churches with damaged buildings in their present need, is literally to say that we do not care if those churches are fully operational for the next emergency. And yet, all lives would be unimaginably worse in the next emergency if the presently damaged church buildings are not there and open, and with good people offering generous help the next time, in the next crisis.

Fourth, blocking FEMA grants to churches is to pretend to be ignorant of the continuing soul care needed by the many and various victims of Superstorm Sandy. The churches are not the building but the people – the men and women, boys and girls, in the damaged areas, who are suffering in so many other ways already. Instead of the additional substantial and even debilitating sacrifice and burden of rebuilding their church buildings, these struggling victims will continue to need the safe sanctuary of repaired churches to seek and find the enduring soul-strength they desire and deserve.

Continuing this FEMA policy is ugly – because it is (1) a senseless discrimination, (2) a step down an insane and sinister slope, (3) a severe penalty for great and generous deeds, present and future, and (4) a mindless undermining of the priceless soul-care needed by a huge variety of Superstorm Sandy victims.

For God's sake, for New York's sake, and for all the people's sake, please join in urging our leaders – in the White House and in Congress – to fix the present vicious ugliness of the FEMA policy – an ugliness so damaging to our New York communities.

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Should We Believe What Obama Says In His State of the Union Speech?


Should we believe what Obama says in his State of the Union speech?

Barack Obama Budget Deficits
Barack Obama Budget Deficits

What should we expect from the State of the Union speech tonight? We should expect Obama to argue against spending cuts, and for more spending.

Excerpt:
President Obama will use his State of the Union speech Tuesday to turn public opinion against automatic spending cuts and argue that some of the money to replace the cuts should instead come from higher taxes.

He will use the prime-time TV address to argue the economy would be damaged if $85 billion in automatic spending cuts were to go ahead on schedule on March 1, and will seek to set up Republicans to take the blame if they do.

The State of the Union address is also expected to highlight Obama’s second-term shift on the deficit.

From 2010 to 2012, the president consistently argued for new spending to spur on the economy, but also called for accompanying spending cuts and tax hikes to rein in the deficit.

But in his radio address on Saturday, Obama emphasized that the White House and Congress already have “cut our deficit by more than $2.5 trillion” through spending cuts and higher tax rates imposed on households with annual incomes above $450,000.
Look at the graph above. Does that look like we have cut our deficit? It used to be $160 billion in 2006/2007 under George W. Bush. Obama ran trillion dollar deficits for FOUR years. How is that cutting the deficit? What is Obama talking about? Bush added $4 trillion to the debt in 8 years, Obama’s added nearly $6 trillion to the debt in 4 years.

More:
A Congressional Budget Office report issued last week found the budget deficit will drop below $1 trillion this year to $845 billion, before falling further by 2015 to $430 billion.

In a more ominous sign, the same CBO report found an aging population and soaring healthcare costs would lead to an explosion in entitlement spending in later years, with budget deficits approaching $1 trillion again by 2023.
Obama thinks that not reforming entitlements is fiscally responsible. Should we believe that he knows what he is doing when it comes to the economy?

The Heritage Foundation says we shouldn’t believe Obama, because he lied the last time he gave a State of the Union speech.

Excerpt: (links removed)
Take a look at some of the promises Obama made back in 2009 during his first State of the Union.

“I pledged to cut the deficit in half by the end of my first term in office.”

During his first State of the Union, newly inaugurated President Obama vowed to cut the deficit in half by the end of his first term. Instead, Obama has averaged deficits nearly three timesthat of his predecessor.

For those who were concerned with President George W. Bush’s $4 trillion national debt, this pledge may have seemed like the “hope and change” the American people voted for in 2008. However, the reality of America’s additional debt over the past four years under the Obama Administration is staggering—almost $6 trillion in four years, on track to triple the amount Bush accumulated over his eight years as President. Now that Obama is heading into his second term, we’ve seen quite a change from the Barack Obama who thought $4 trillion in debt was“irresponsible” and “unpatriotic.”

“Over the next two years, this [stimulus] plan will save or create 3.5 million jobs.”

The President promised great things from the stimulus plan, but as Heritage’s J.D. Foster has said, we have to look at his record. He may have promised 3.5 million new jobs, but he’s 7.7 million jobs in the hole instead.

“…we must have quality, affordable health care for every American. It’s a commitment that’s paid for in part by efficiencies in our system that are long overdue.”

President Obama’s promise that Obamacare would provide health insurance for every American has been proven false. According to the Congressional Budget Office, 30 million Americans are projected to remain uninsured even after Obamacare is fully implemented.

The idea that Obamacare would improve the “efficiencies” of the health care system is laughable. Obama’s plan for “efficiencies” in the system was just slashing Medicare provider reimbursement rates to the tune of $716 billion to help pay for Obamacare. The mammoth law is going to take 127 million hours of paperwork per year for Americans to comply with it. And Members of Congress are already walking back their support for the law—they are grumbling about several parts of it and even repealed one part in the fiscal cliff deal.

What the Republicans should do is just walk out of there. Why sit there and listen to high-minded rhetoric that never amounts to anything? Well, except to make Obama feel good about himself.

Pope Soap On A Rope


I finally got my Pope Soap on a Rope and he quits. Now it is obsolete for crying out loud.

For those interested in real conspiracy theories it would be interesting for you to Google the "Pope Prophecies."

According to a prophecy attributed to St. Malachy, this current Pope is the next to last. The one coming, the last Pope, Peter Romanus, will preside during the complete destruction of Rome during the Great Tribulation.

Some say the prophecy is false. Others declare it real. In any case, it has, for the most part, been eerily accurate. This resignation comes at a difficult time for the Catholic Church. I think the so-called prophecy is a bunch of hog wash. But if the next Pope calls himself Petrus or Romanus I am heading out to my bunker.

Cowboys and Muslims


Three strangers were talking while in the Bozeman, Montana airport, waiting for their respective flights.


One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer, another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show, and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East .

Their discussion drifted to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face, and lights a cigarette.



Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly says, "At one time here... My people were many...but sadly, now we are few."

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward and says, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

The cowboy removes his cigarette from his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl,



"I reckon that's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, But I do believe it's a-comin'."

If This Is Tuesday I Must Be In Toronto

I fell asleep in the wrong house tonight and woke with a start wondering where I was and what time it was.

Both my mother and father continue to be very sick. Mother with her slide into oblivion and Dad with his COPD flare up which now may be his heart. They haven't determined what is wrong with him yet. Mother's diagnosis is easier. She is a stubborn, old bitch who resists every attempt to help her get well.

Sigh.

That is a different story.

It has been a very busy weekend looking after them. Usually father does a lot but now cannot manage the stairs without losing breath so I am doing everything there now from rushing people to the Emergency Room, laundry, cleaning, cooking, paying bills, going to market, answering phones, walking the dog  and everything else that comes along. Yesterday I was with Tess but running back and forth to check on them and do whatever needed to be done. I cooked their dinner here and took it to them or, rather, took it to Dad, Mom didn't eat anything. Took their mutt for a pea, then back here.

Today Tess was back to work so I spent most of the day there but didn't realize how very tired I was until I laid down for just a second and then went out like a light and awoke an hour later with a start. I decided I better come back here before I fell asleep again. Then as I was going out the door Mom hit the floor with a thud. 

The rug beside her side of the bed skidded out from under her feet when she sat down and she slid on down to the floor. Nothing hurt but her pride and tomorrow I will add non skid rubber to the bottom of it. As I tried leaving again Father had a coughing spell. I waited until I saw whether he was going to recover properly and then left for the night.

I would like nothing better than to go to bed but Tess will be home soon and she hates it when she gets off work and I am asleep and she has no one to talk with and no company. Tess is not someone who likes coming home to her own company. 

So, I will doze here on the couch for a few moments until she comes home, watch the one Filipino television show with her that I can follow and which we both enjoy, then I will fall asleep on the couch and go to bed once she is settled. 

I think that I am going to take a nap tomorrow morning when I get back to my parents and after I walk the dog, make breakfast, clean the kitchen, vacuum, and do a dump run for the Salvation Army. 

I wonder if the government would pay be for being a caregiver to the elderly?


Sunday, 10 February 2013

Another Weekend, Another Restaurant


Another weekend, another restaurant.

I bought the fixings for Asian food tonight but really, really did not want to cook nor did I want Asian cooking. Tess didn't want to cook and, finally, wasn't too keen on Asian food either so I was finally able to get her away from Thai, Chinese, and Filipino restaurants.

We went to a high end Greek place tonight. Call it an early Valentines. Tess had the prawns in lemon butter, rice, Greek Salad, pita bread and tzatziki. I had the lamb, roast potatoes, garden salad, pita and tzatzki.

Greeks have to be the only people on earth who use more garlic than Filipinos.
In any event. It was absolutely delicious. Baa, baa. Tess loved her meal as well. Ate every bite. Raved about the food.

Hopefully I have broken her of Asian restaurant for a while and we can go out to eat real food.
Excuse me, I have to burp.

Let Me See If I Have This Right


Let me see if I have this right.

Obama wants to take "dangerous weapons" out of the hands of ordinary Americans while sending advanced fighter jets and tanks to the Muslim Brotherhood.

Check.

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Song Saturday - Are You In the Mood?






Glenn Miller, of course. In the Mood.

Snow? That Ain't Snow.


Snow? That ain't snow. This is snow. Buncha candy asses on the East Coast.

See note at end.

Photos from Tess' Street.












Okay, to be fair. That isn't this year. This year has been very mild and we do not have that much snow.


This is from two years ago. But, still. East Coast people need to stop being candy asses about a litle snow fall.

Are You Shitting Me? Americans Have Lost Their Minds!


Are you fucking kidding me?

I swear to God. The United States has become a nation where over half it's citizens are idiots and it's public school system is geared up not to educated but to produce more idiots. And from the falling test scores across the nation, doing it well it would seem. Schools are no longer institutions of learning but institutions of social enforcement where every deviancy is advanced and common sense has been forgotten.

In amongst all the stories about children being suspended from school for bringing toy guns or constructing them from Legos or paper or pointing their .223 calibre fingers, now this.

A seven year old child in Colorado has been suspended from school for saving the world from evil. He threw an imaginary grenade at an imaginary box to save the world from the imaginary evil it contained.
Me? I cannot imagine that schools are now run by people this fucking moronic. Come on. Even you brain dead leftists. Can you not see this has gone too far?

I used to take me real gun and my real ammo to school with me and turn them in at the office until after school when I would pick them up so I could go hunting with my uncle.

In grade school we played Cowboys and Indians with pretend gun and hatchets. We played WWII soldiers. It didn't harm a one of us. You people south of the 49th have become crazy.

Wintery Knight says:

Boy suspended for trying to save the world from evil with imaginary weapon

From the Denver Post.

Excerpt:
 A 7-year-old Mary Blair Elementary School student says he’s confused about getting in trouble for trying to save the world from evil, though Thompson School District officials contend that the boy broke one of the school’s “absolutes.”

Parent Mandie Watkins said Mary Blair principal Valerie Lara-Black called her Friday afternoon to inform her that her second-grade son, Alex, had been suspended for throwing an imaginary grenade during recess on the playground.

Alex did not have anything in his hand at the time and made no threats toward other people, Watkins reportedly was told.

Watkins said Alex’s story matched up with the principal’s account: He threw the pretend grenade at an imaginary box that had something evil inside.

He was going to save the earth this way, and when he threw the grenade he pretended that the box exploded, in apparent success.
I keep finding these stories where people are astonished to find that no bystanders will help them when they are attacked by criminals. People today just look the other way instead of helping. Why is that? May I suggest it’s because schools are indoctrinating young people in moral relativism and demonizing the use of force to punish evil. Don’t expect men to come to your rescue if you teach them not to do it. The same people who complain that men don’t “man up” are often the ones that want them to act more like women. Maybe we need to have more men in teaching and administration positions in schools so that they are not so controlling and coercive when handling the better instincts of young men.


The Denver Post article says:

LOVELAND -- A 7-year-old Mary Blair Elementary School student says he's confused about getting in trouble for trying to save the world from evil, though Thompson School District officials contend that the boy broke one of the school's “absolutes.”

Parent Mandie Watkins said Mary Blair principal Valerie Lara-Black called her Friday afternoon to inform her that her second-grade son, Alex, had been suspended for throwing an imaginary grenade during recess on the playground.

Alex did not have anything in his hand at the time and made no threats toward other people, Watkins reportedly was told.

Watkins said Alex's story matched up with the principal's account: He threw the pretend grenade at an imaginary box that had something evil inside.
He was going to save the earth this way, and when he threw the grenade he pretended that the box exploded, in apparent success.

“He is very confused,” Watkins told the Reporter-Herald on Tuesday. “I'm confused as well, so it makes it hard for me to enforce these rules when I don't even understand them.”

The rules are laid out by Mary Blair Elementary School in a list of “absolutes” that are posted on the school's website and are aimed at making Mary Blair a safe environment.

Included in those absolutes are no physical abuse or fighting – real or play – and the no-weapons absolute also covers real or play weapons.

District policy does not prohibit imaginary weapons, but Superintendent Stan Scheer said individual schools are permitted to add enhancements to the general student code of conduct.

“It fell under that set of local policy they have in the building, and it was shared with all parents in the community at the beginning of the year,” Scheer said.

The district does not discuss disciplinary issues, but Scheer said there's more to the story than he was able to comment on.

“There's a whole student side that we just don't talk about,” he said. “It's a bit one-sided with the parent's point of view.”

Watkins said her son has been in trouble one other time at the school, for accessing other students' reading accounts on the computer, but she has not been informed of him making threats or acting violent.

According to Mary Blair's absolutes procedure, a student is allowed two non-severe, non-suspension occurrences, and a third occurrence leads to a formal suspension. Every absolute that is broken following the first suspension automatically results in a suspension.

Watkins has a meeting Wednesday with Lara-Black and Paul Bankes, director of elementary education. She's hoping to get the suspension lifted and would also like the rule itself to be revised.

“They need to have rules that are clear-cut, easy to understand and realistic for this age group,” Watkins said.

Friday, 8 February 2013

Handout Zombie Apocalypse

H/T Chieftaz

Are You Shitting Me? Americans Have Lost Their Minds! Well, Liberal Americans Anyway.


Are you fucking kidding me?

I swear to God. The United States has become a nation where over half it's citizens are idiots and it's public school system is geared up not to educated but to produce more idiots. And from the falling test scores across the nation, doing it well it would seem. Schools are no longer institutions of learning but institutions of social enforcement where every deviancy is advanced and common sense has been forgotten.

In amongst all the stories about children being suspended from school for bringing toy guns or constructing them from legos or paper or pointing their .223 calibre fingers, now this.

A seven year old child in Colorado has been suspended from school for saving the world from evil. He threw an imaginary grenade at an imaginary box to save the world from the imaginary evil it contained.

Me? I cannot imagine that schools are now run by people this fucking moronic. Come on. Even you brain dead leftists. Can you not see this has gone too far?

I used to take me real gun and my real ammo to school with me and turn them in at the office until after school when I would pick them up so I could go hunting with my uncle.

In grade school we played Cowboys and Indians with pretend gun and hatchets. We played WWII soldiers. It didn't harm a one of us. You people south of the 49th have become crazy.

Wintery Knight says:

Boy suspended for trying to save the world from evil with imaginary weapon

From the Denver Post.

Excerpt:
 A 7-year-old Mary Blair Elementary School student says he’s confused about getting in trouble for trying to save the world from evil, though Thompson School District officials contend that the boy broke one of the school’s “absolutes.”

Parent Mandie Watkins said Mary Blair principal Valerie Lara-Black called her Friday afternoon to inform her that her second-grade son, Alex, had been suspended for throwing an imaginary grenade during recess on the playground.

Alex did not have anything in his hand at the time and made no threats toward other people, Watkins reportedly was told.

Watkins said Alex’s story matched up with the principal’s account: He threw the pretend grenade at an imaginary box that had something evil inside.

He was going to save the earth this way, and when he threw the grenade he pretended that the box exploded, in apparent success.
I keep finding these stories where people are astonished to find that no bystanders will help them when they are attacked by criminals. People today just look the other way instead of helping. Why is that? May I suggest it’s because schools are indoctrinating young people in moral relativism and demonizing the use of force to punish evil. Don’t expect men to come to your rescue if you teach them not to do it. The same people who complain that men don’t “man up” are often the ones that want them to act more like women. Maybe we need to have more men in teaching and administration positions in schools so that they are not so controlling and coercive when handling the better instincts of young men.

The Denver Post article says:
LOVELAND -- A 7-year-old Mary Blair Elementary School student says he's confused about getting in trouble for trying to save the world from evil, though Thompson School District officials contend that the boy broke one of the school's “absolutes.”

Parent Mandie Watkins said Mary Blair principal Valerie Lara-Black called her Friday afternoon to inform her that her second-grade son, Alex, had been suspended for throwing an imaginary grenade during recess on the playground.

Alex did not have anything in his hand at the time and made no threats toward other people, Watkins reportedly was told.

Watkins said Alex's story matched up with the principal's account: He threw the pretend grenade at an imaginary box that had something evil inside.

He was going to save the earth this way, and when he threw the grenade he pretended that the box exploded, in apparent success.

“He is very confused,” Watkins told the Reporter-Herald on Tuesday. “I'm confused as well, so it makes it hard for me to enforce these rules when I don't even understand them.”

The rules are laid out by Mary Blair Elementary School in a list of “absolutes” that are posted on the school's website and are aimed at making Mary Blair a safe environment.
Included in those absolutes are no physical abuse or fighting – real or play – and the no-weapons absolute also covers real or play weapons.

District policy does not prohibit imaginary weapons, but Superintendent Stan Scheer said individual schools are permitted to add enhancements to the general student code of conduct.

“It fell under that set of local policy they have in the building, and it was shared with all parents in the community at the beginning of the year,” Scheer said.
The district does not discuss disciplinary issues, but Scheer said there's more to the story than he was able to comment on.

“There's a whole student side that we just don't talk about,” he said. “It's a bit one-sided with the parent's point of view.”

Watkins said her son has been in trouble one other time at the school, for accessing other students' reading accounts on the computer, but she has not been informed of him making threats or acting violent.

According to Mary Blair's absolutes procedure, a student is allowed two non-severe, non-suspension occurrences, and a third occurrence leads to a formal suspension. Every absolute that is broken following the first suspension automatically results in a suspension.

Watkins has a meeting Wednesday with Lara-Black and Paul Bankes, director of elementary education. She's hoping to get the suspension lifted and would also like the rule itself to be revised.

“They need to have rules that are clear-cut, easy to understand and realistic for this age group,” Watkins said.

Thursday Night All Is Bright


It is Tess' shift change tonight which means I am going to stay the night at my parents. They are still not well. Father, perhaps, even a bit worse. Mother, who is trying to work he way down to her birth weight is eating even less after her dental work. Staying here allows me to keep an eye on them and to get an early jump on the chores in the morning that father is usually able to do.

I'll finish their laundry in the morning. I got it partly done today. Run their errands, do a dusting and wash the kitchen floor, figure out dinner, and then do piss all for the rest of the day.

I have dozens of books here I could read this evening. A history of war time Berlin is appealing. I have a half dozen lectures on MP3 that I could listen to. In the end I will probably abuse a couple of Tylenol 3's and float off on a cloud. I need the mental holiday it affords. 

Tomorrow when Tess and I have coffee during her break I think I will liberate three year old grandson Silas from daycare and take him to Tim Horton's with us. He is always happy to see me and I am always happy to see him. We make each other smile. Nor will Tess mind. Silas gives her kisses in exchange for the pennies she gives him to put in a game in the Dairy Queen. 

I'll need to drop a card in the mail for granddaughter Gracey as well. She complained to her mother that I hadn't sent her a card "in five years." Of course I have only ever sent her one and she is only three but she has discovered she likes getting things in the mail. I am so happy to have my youngest daughter back in my life and so very happy to be a hit with Gracey that she can have anything.

The other three year old grandson, Zephyr, was in tonight but he ignored me. He knows it bugs me and he is a dickens who likes to tease so I have started to ignore him back. That is the surest way to get goodbye hugs when he leave. 

Enough. Good night.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

What A World, What A World. They Shoot Horses Don't They?


Yesterday was ... three days worth.

My mother had a nurse coming to the house in the morning who works with people with cognitive dysfunction. I was up early and off to my parents house to make sure the house was spic and span for the visit.

After lunch I dropped my father off at the doctor. He had a cold a couple of weeks ago and used up all his emergency supply of steroids and antibiotics. He has bad COPD and has to have a supply on hand. The cold came back, worse than before, and he is barely able to breath.

After dropping him off I took my mother to the dentist. At 80 bone loss has taken its toll. She was having two front teeth removed and a partial  plate put in on the same day.

I took a moment to take a coffee to Tess but that was interrupted when father called to say that his doctor wanted him to go to the hospital for a nebulizer treatment so I dropped Tess off at work early and picked Dad up and took him to the emergency ward.

Mother's dentist was just across the street so I walked over to check up on her. My sister works there so I told her to look after mom and I would look after father. I left to drop father's prescriptions for antibiotics and steroids off at the pharmacy and then back to the hospital. The nebulizer hadn't helped and they were doing a chest xray. I left to take granddaughter Sabrina to soccer and to pick up some groceries for my parents.

While I am in Safeway my sister calls to say my mother is done and is tired of waiting for me. She wanted to be picked up and go home. I said I could pick her up but she wasn't going home as father wasn't done yet (we no longer allow my mother to stay alone if her day has been at all confusing as she becomes rattled). While picking her up to take her to the hospital waiting room Dad called to say he could go home and where was I?

I picked him up and then left he and mom in the car while I went back to the pharmacy to get his prescriptions. We didn't get home until 5:30. While I tried to cook them dinner Dad kept going off about the medication instructions because he didn't understand them. I finally told him he wasn't a fucking doctor. he didn't need to understand them, he just needed to take them. During that discussion I burned dinner.
My mother wasn't going to be eating anyway so I threw some fish sticks in the oven and opened a box of semi-instant scalloped potatoes. There, eat that or go hungry.

I got back to Tess' just moments before she was home from work. She had an altercation with a co-worker and was steaming mad. I was the sounding board. I got to bed around mid-night.

It is morning again. I am back at my parents. My father is sicker yet. The medication will take a couple days to kick in. In the meantime I have to convince him to sit in his fucking chair and stay there. If he doesn't do anything he can breath. It is when he exerts himself that things go south. The antibiotics need a couple of days to kick in as does the Prednisone.

Mother couldn't get her partial in this morning. It is a new apparatus and her mouth is sore. My sister has a day off and came over to help her with it but I decided things were so serious around here that I went to the garage and got a can of WD40, a chisel, and a hammer and took them to her and said, "Come here, Mom. I'll get that goddamn partial in place."

That lightened the mood around here a little. Now it is time to go walk their dog, go to market and find something to cook them for dinner, clean the kitchen and vacuum the floors.

I am hoping that some time this afternoon I can find time where I can have a shit.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Normalizing Paedophilia



You had to have been asleep at the switch not to have seen this coming. After all, the exact same arguments used to normalize homosexuality can be used to normalize the sexual exploitation of children or any other perversion from transgenderism to poly amory. And those arguments are being used. And there is an attempt being made to mainstream paedophilia. After all, in our tolerant society it is just another preference.

It is a funny thing. Well, not funny ha ha. Odd.

The left wants to make it about tolerance and acceptance and people loving people. That is a flat out lie. It is about fucking. Or to be more exact, like being like barn yard animals who want to fuck anything that moves.

Well, you say, you see homosexuality in the animal kingdom to which I say, you are not a dim witted animal. Or maybe you are.

We have become a society of sexual perverts.


Sexual abuse | How an ‘orientation’ is born


I almost started this column by saying The Guardian is a mainstream British daily newspaper and not the U.K.’s version of the National Enquirer. But that would insult the National Enquirer, which, whatever you want to say about supermarket tabloids, was the first to expose presidential candidate John Edwards’ dalliances when respectable papers held their noses.

On Jan. 2 the respectable Guardian published an article, “Paedophilia: bringing dark desires to light.” The title choice is more prophetic than intended, calling to mind Isaiah’s “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness” (Isaiah 5:20). Below are excerpts, a case study in journalistic slouching toward Gomorrah.

“There is little agreement about paedophilia, even among those considered experts on the subject.” 
Right off the bat we are introduced to the notion of different opinions, which is Strategy No. 1. The Dark Side (Ephesians 2:2; 5:11; 6:12) need merely suggest that something evil is really only “controversial.” When the discussion begins at that level, the bad guys have already won ground: Pedophilia is now put forth as a subject on which reasonable people disagree.

Note a maneuver in 1 Kings 20, when the Israelites soundly defeat Syrian King Ben-hadad: His servants tell him, “The kings of the house of Israel are merciful kings. Let us put sackcloth around our waists and ropes on our heads and go out to the king of Israel.” They do that, asking King Ahab for mercy, and Ahab says of Ben-hadad, “He is my brother.”

The Syrian servants who “were watching for a sign” then say, “Yes, your brother Ben-hadad.” The purveyors of darkness are looking for a sign from us too, for mercy unmoored to truth corrodes to leniency. Relinquish the word “wrong,” accept the softer “reasonable difference of opinion,” and the camel’s nose is well under the tent. 

Strategy No. 2: “A paedophile is someone who has a primary or exclusive sexual interest in prepubescent children. Savile [Jimmy Savile, high-profile English pedophile] appears to have been primarily an ephebophile, defined as someone who has a similar preferential attraction to adolescents.” 

Ephebophile is a brand new word for me; I suspect it will become nauseatingly familiar. But the point to notice is that now we have distinctions being proffered, a sophisticated taxonomy. Distinctions are strategy No. 2 for normalizing evil. The making of them automatically confers a certain legitimacy without even having to argue for it. After all, you cannot have varieties of something that doesn’t exist. So, circularly, if there are varieties of sexual orientation, they are real, and if real, they are not to be condemned. 

Strategy No. 3: “Sarah Goode, a senior lecturer at the University of Winchester and author of two major 2009 and 2011 sociological studies on paedophilia in society, says the best current estimate … is that ‘one in five of all men are, to some degree, capable of being sexually aroused by children. … There is a growing conviction, notably in Canada, that paedophilia should probably be classified as a distinct sexual orientation, like heterosexuality or homosexuality. Two eminent researchers testified to that effect to a Canadian parliamentary commission last year, and the Harvard Mental Health Letter of July 2010 stated baldly that paedophilia ‘is a sexual orientation.’”

“Harvard.” “U of Winchester.” “Major sociological studies.” The canny takeaway message here: These people are smarter than you. Strategy No. 3 is the domain of the professional. “And few agree about what causes it. Is paedophilia innate or acquired?” 

Professionals will pretend to argue about Nature versus Nurture for another year or so, as they did in the early days of the gay movement. Then someone will say, “You say potato and I say potahto, let’s call the whole thing off,” and no one will care anymore. Polymorphous promiscuity will prevail. The jig will be up.
“Some academics do not dispute the view of Tom O’Carroll, a former chairman of PIE [Paedophile Information Exchange] … that society’s outrage at paedophilic relationships is essentially emotional, irrational, and not justified by science. ‘It is the quality of the relationship that matters,’ O’Carroll insists.”

The thing to notice here is that while you weren’t looking the word “relationships” snuck in without debate. Another place gained. The language of alternative lifestyle slowly replaces today’s more common terminology of “abuse” and “victim.”

Book Review: Something Wicked This Way Comes



When Ray Bradbury died at the age of 91 last June the book publishers, ever ready to capitalize on death and tragedy, rushed their stocks of Bradbury books to market.

Bradbury was one of America's best known writers of fantasy, horror, mystery, and, particularly, science fiction. He is best known for Fahrenheit 451, which was required reading when I was in high school back in the stone age, The Martian Chronicles and the Illustrated Man.


My favorite Bradbury book, however, is Something Wicked This Way Comes, and when Bradbury's books hit the book store shelves like a wave last June I picked up several paperbacks to have a good time re-reading this master story teller.

A good writer must have a good memory, not for his story line, but for the sights and sounds of the time he is writing about. This is what makes Stephen King so appealing. He remembers yesteryear vividly and is able to recreate it in his stories.

It is not the story line that makes this yarn so appealing to me. It is the characters, the two boys, who form the heart of this story. It is about the mournful tone of a distant train whistle, it is about the rustle of leaves at the end of August, it is about sneaking from the house in the dead of night and racing through the empty streets of the town.

It doesn't matter that this novel is a fanciful horror story that every adult knows isn't true. It is that it is a story that every boy can believe might be true in the recesses of his mind from whence come the fear and goosebumps of a good fright. Can you remember as a child your mind working you into a good fright with its imaginations?

I remember racing through darkened streets when my parents thought me sound asleep in my bed. I remember frghtening myself silly with some imagination or another, of streaking to my home and my friend streaking to his, afriad to turn around, sure that death and the devil were hard on our heals.
Something Wicked This Way Comes is a good story but perhaps it is a better peek back to when you were 11 years old.

Pick it up, read it, and be a child again. But before you begin? Lock all the doors, draw all the blinds, turn on every light in the house, and make sure your god is inside to protect you. That train whistle in the distance may portend a horror you weren't expecting.

Amazon says: Few American novels written this century have endured in th heart and mind as has this one-Ray Bradbury's incomparable masterwork of the dark fantastic. A carnival rolls in sometime after the midnight hour on a chill Midwestern October eve, ushering in Halloween a week before its time. A calliope's shrill siren song beckons to all with a seductive promise of dreams and youth regained. In this season of dying, Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show has come to Green Town, Illinois, to destroy every life touched by its strange and sinister mystery. And two inquisitive boys standing precariously on the brink of adulthood will soon discover the secret of the satanic raree-show's smoke, mazes, and mirrors, as they learn all too well the heavy cost of wishes -- andthe stuff of nightmare.

Something Wicked This Way ComesRay Bradbury
Harper Voyager
304 pages

5 out of 5 Stars

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

No Finer Television Series Was Ever Produced


There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the finest documentary series ever produced was the 1973, 26 Episode Thames Television series The World at War. I have hunted for it everywhere hoping to find it and finally have.

All 26 episodes are available free online at Cosmo Learning. They have also made available the 5 special presentations, The Making of World at War, Secretary to Hitler, Hitler's Germany, The Final Solution, and Peace after War as well as three previously unreleased interviews. The 26 episodes are playable in 89 segments.

This is what television could have been, what it should have been. It is also what documentaries should, presented as history without the propaganda and bias journalism that pervades television today.
You will have no finer viewing and historical experience than this series. Hunker up to your computer screen and enjoy.

Chinese Food


Neither Tess nor I wanted to cook this evening so we decided to go out for dinner. So where do we go? To a Chinese restaurant, of course. I tried for someplace that could dish up a good steak but Tess works at the only restaurant that serves a decent steak and doesn't like eating there on a day off. I guess I can't blame her but it limits our choice. This was as much about giving her an evening out as it was about eating so we went where she wanted. So we were off to Kakalots Chinese Restaurant. 

There used to be a couple of really good Chinese restaurants here but the owners retired, wealthy, and they are all new now and they seem to come and go every week. The new ones have all been bad except Kakalots. Something has changed there now as well. They served up the worst food I have ever eaten tonight and to add insult to injury it was cold. 

You need to understand a few things. Firstly, Tess is Asian. Secondly, she is a chef. Thirdly, Tess lived and worked in Hong Kong for 10 years where she was a Nanny and cook for a very wealthy Chinese family who owned several restaurants. Tess cooks authentic Chinese and cooks it very well.

That brings me to my fourth and fifth points. Why in hell do we go out to eat food that we normally eat at home and why do we eat food that tastes like dog food compared to what she cooks? 

All of this is not to mention the expense. While cheap, a mere $35, Tess could have fed us for a week on that. 

I'm done with eating out for a while. I can make do with a can of Campbell's tomato soup and cheese toast and there cupboards full of noodles here for Tess for nights we don't want to cook.

Besides, now I am hungry again. You know what they say about Chinese food.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

IndoctriNation

I have said it before and I will keep saying it. If you are sending your children to public schools you are engaging in child abuse. You are sending them off to be indoctinated in a leftest culture of death and depravity. You are sending them in the way of immorality. You are putting them in the way of harm.

When it comes to physical harm the problem isn't guns. The problem isn't guns at school. The problem is the schools themselves.



Visit the IndoctiNation Website.

Demography Is Destiny


H/T Wintery Knight

Wall Street Journal covers the demographic crisis in America

Mary sent me this socially conservative article in the Wall Street Journal.

Excerpt:
The nation’s falling fertility rate underlies many of our most difficult problems. Once a country’s fertility rate falls consistently below replacement, its age profile begins to shift. You get more old people than young people. And eventually, as the bloated cohort of old people dies off, population begins to contract. This dual problem—a population that is disproportionately old and shrinking overall—has enormous economic, political and cultural consequences.

[...]Low-fertility societies don’t innovate because their incentives for consumption tilt overwhelmingly toward health care. They don’t invest aggressively because, with the average age skewing higher, capital shifts to preserving and extending life and then begins drawing down. They cannot sustain social-security programs because they don’t have enough workers to pay for the retirees. They cannot project power because they lack the money to pay for defense and the military-age manpower to serve in their armed forces.

[...]If you want to see what happens to a country once it hurls itself off the demographic cliff, look at Japan, with a fertility rate of 1.3. In the 1980s, everyone assumed the Japanese were on a path to owning the world. But the country’s robust economic facade concealed a crumbling demographic structure.

The Japanese fertility rate began dipping beneath the replacement rate in 1960 for a number of complicated reasons (including a postwar push by the West to lower Japan’s fertility rate, the soaring cost of having children and an overall decline in the marriage rate). By the 1980s, it was already clear that the country would eventually undergo a population contraction. In 1984, demographer Naohiro Ogawa warned that, “Owing to a decrease in the growth rate of the labor force…Japan’s economy is likely to slow down.” He predicted annual growth rates of 1% or even 0% in the first quarter of the 2000s.

From 1950 to 1973, Japan’s total-factor productivity—a good measure of economic dynamism—increased by an average of 5.4% per year. From 1990 to 2006, it increased by just 0.63% per year. Since 1991, Japan’s rate of GDP growth has exceeded 2.5% in only four years; its annual rate of growth has averaged 1.03%.

Because of its dismal fertility rate, Japan’s population peaked in 2008; it has already shrunk by a million since then. Last year, for the first time, the Japanese bought more adult diapers than diapers for babies, and more than half the country was categorized as “depopulated marginal land.” At the current fertility rate, by 2100 Japan’s population will be less than half what it is now.
If the Wintery Knight blog stands for anything it stands for 1) defending Christianity with reasons and evidence and 2) promoting fusionism, which is the view that social conservatives and fiscal conservatives are allies who need to understand each other’s views so that we can work together. Well, fiscal conservatives, now you know that social conservative issues are your problem. Conservativism is a seamless garment.