Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Antonio West

Hello. Don’t recognize me? That’s OK; I understand.

My name was Antonio West. I was the 13-month old child who was shot in the face at point blank range by two black teens, who were attempting to rob my mother, who was also shot. I think my murder and my mommy’s wounding made the news for maybe a day, and then disappeared.

A Grand Jury of my mommy's peers from Brunswick, Georgia ruled the black teens who murdered me will not face the death penalty... too bad it was me who got the death sentence from my killers instead, because Mommy didn’t have the money they demanded.

See, my family made the mistake of being white in a 73% non-white neighborhood, but my murder wasn’t ruled a ‘hate crime’.

Oh, and President Obama didn’t take a single moment to acknowledge my murder. He couldn’t have any children who could possibly look like me - so why should he care?

I’m one of the youngest murder victims in our great Nation's history, but the media didn’t care to cover the story of my being killed in cold blood.

There isn’t a white equivalent of Al Sharpton, because if there was he would be branded a ‘racist’. So no one’s rushing to Brunswick, Georgia to demonstrate and demand ‘justice’ for me. There’s no ‘White Panther’ party, either, to put a bounty on the lives of the two black teens who murdered me.

I have no voice, I have no representation, and unlike those who shot me in the face while I sat innocently in my stroller - I no longer have my life.

Isn’t this a great country?

So while you’re out seeking ‘justice for Trayvon’, please remember to seek ‘justice’ for me. Tell your friends about me, tell your families, get tee-shirts with my face on them, and make the world pay attention, just like you did for Trayvon.

I won’t hold my breath.

I don’t have to anymore.

Seen in several different places.  Most recently  at the 24hourcampfire

Dog Beater

Bullet helping The Lovely Bride in the kitchen.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Three Stooges Strategy

There's an old episode of The Simpsons where Montgomery Burns is getting a checkup and Doctor Hibbert comes up with a new syndrome to explain how he is still alive;

Mr. Burns, I'm afraid you are the sickest man in the United States. You have everything.
You mean I have pneumonia?
Juvenile diabetes?
Hysterical pregnancy?
Uh, a little bit, yes. You also have several diseases that have just been discovered - in you.
I see. You sure you haven't just made thousands of mistakes?
Uh, no, no, I'm afraid not.
This sounds like bad news.
Well, you'd think so, but all of your diseases are in perfect balance. Uh, if you have a moment, I can explain.
Well... [looks at his watch]
Here's the door to your body, see? [bring up some small fuzz balls with goofy faces and limbs from under the desk] And these are oversized novelty germs. [points to a different one up as he names each disease] That's influenza, that's bronchitis, [holds up one] and this cute little cuddle-bug is pancreatic cancer. Here's what happens when they all try to get through the door at once. [tries to cram a bunch through the model door. The "germs" get stuck] [Stooge-like] Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo. Move it, chowderhead. [normal voice] We call it, "Three Stooges Syndrome".
So what you're saying is, I'm indestructible.
Oh, no, no, in fact, even slight breeze could...

 According to the Urban Dictionary, the Three Stooges Syndrome is:

 When a person has so many illnesses and diseases trying to kill them, that they cancel each other out - much like when all three of the Three Stooges are attempting to get through a doorway at the same time and get stuck as a result. Coined on 'The Simpsons' in reference to Mr Burns' health. Mr. Burns interpreted this condition as indestructibility.

I really think that the folks in DC are using that as a strategy.  So many outrages, so many violations of citizens' rights, so many scandles, so much law breaking that nobody can focus on any one of them and get to the bottom of it.   There's always a new one to distract from the others.


A Boat or Something Like That

I'm not too far from a river that flows out of a big lake.  The river has lots of inlets, the lake is loaded with islands and the islands are full of deer and hogs.   One of my brothers in law hunts the area, getting around by airboat.   Its nice.  Public land without the armies of opening day idiots tromping past your stand at 7:00 AM or shooting at everything that moves.   I've gone with him a couple of times but his wife hunts with him so I can only go when she doesn't.   He took this picture from his airboat recently.  That's his wife in the foreground.  I'd leave me out too.  I keep tellin' him to buy a friggin' lottery ticket.

A good friend owns some land on the river so I guess it was just a matter of time before I bought a boat.   Not an airboat.  That's way out of my budget.  Just something that will get me down the river and to an island and back.  Something I can toss on top of Ruth, the Jeep, and take places without having to fool with a trailer.  What I got wasn't too different from this picture from Shorpy.com:

Mine's basically a 16' canoe.  It has a flat stern that takes a small outboard motor.  Mine's not split open like the one in the picture and mine's plastic but, other than that, there's not much difference between this boat and mine.   It will go places that even a jon boat won't. 

Have not decided if I'm going to get a small gas engine or an electric one.  I prefer gas engines except when they decide not to start.  I did buy some expensive foam blocks to sit on Ruth's roof and I bought a $20 aluminum and plastic oar.  I will need to get a pole for moving through tall grass and do a few minor things to the boat before I put it in the water but it feels good to have it.

There's ducks on the lake too.  I plan to  hunt ducks as well this year.  I'm going to load my own 10 gauge shells with ITX shot from Ballistic Products.   Might even get one. 

I think it was Gordon MacQuarrie that wrote a story about hunting ducks on the Mississippi and paddling a boat across the river to get to them.  I'll have to read that again.  That's a serious hunter.  People were different back then too.  

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Video of "My" Tank

You'd have to have read an earlier post to see why I call this "My" Tank.

Its interesting to see it moving. 


When did guns start going "Pew?" 

 "Boom" sounds like something loud.  "Bang" sounds like something loud.  "Pew" sounds like something that smells.

Ok.  Except for that one, when did we start thinking "Pew" when we pull the trigger?

Damn I must be old.

Patton Speech