Friday, December 12, 2008
By the end of the six-hour battle deep within the Shok Valley, Walton would bear witness to heroics that on Friday would earn his team 10 Silver Stars, the most for a single battle in Afghanistan.
Walton, a Special Forces team leader, and his men described the battle in an interview with The Associated Press last week. Most seem unimpressed they've earned the Army's third-highest award for combat valor."This is the story about Americans fighting side-by-side with their Afghan counterparts refusing to quit," said Walton, of Carmel, Ind. "What awards come in the aftermath are not important to me."
Despite all of the screwed up stuff in this country, we continue to produce warriors such as these. There is hope.
I've blogged before on Meleanie Hain, the Pennsylvania mother who had her concealed carry permit revoked because she open carried at a kid's soccer game. Exonerated in court by a judge who questioned her judgment and common sense (I didn't know stupidity was a job requirement for judges in PA), she's now suing the sheriff and the county he represents.
This woman, who hasn't hurt anyone (unless you count the PSH that she's caused) has even been criticized by the
That's just wrong.
I don't want to see the gun culture tear itself apart over issues of "ideological purity", but it's about time that certain groups get with the project. With the coming of Obamanation, we'd better hang together or we will certainly be hung separately--Fudds included.
The firewood is started, but while I take a brief break from firewood, let's blog.
It seems that, since the last time I checked the ol' Intertubz new services, many interesting things have happened. For right now, let's deal with a couple of things of a financial nature.
It seems that the former chairman of NASDAQ, Bernard Madoff was arrested and charged Thursday with allegedly running a $50 billion Ponzi scheme--he apparently was ratted out by his kids. Two thoughts on this one--First, you have to wonder about the dynamic between Madoff and his kids. Two, when I first read the headline, my immediate thought was "Gee, someone has finally figured out the true nature of the stock market."
The last I had heard from the auto bailout was that the Senate had reached some sort of deal that would allow them to vote in favor of the blasted thing. I'll admit to not pursuing the story, since I expected something of the sort would happen eventually. Then in this morning's news, I find that the Senate has voted it down. Of course, the UAW predictably doesn't comprehend their major role in this, and blames the e-e-e-vil Republicans for this turn of events.
The UAW needs to eat shit and ide. For decades, they've made upper-middle class wages and benefits for doing what is realistically a $15 an hour job. Guess what, boys, as a symbiotic parasite, you've finally managed to kill the host organism. Have a nice life while the corpse cools.
Of course, the Treasury vows that they will do whatever it takes to keep the automakers on life support until Congress returns. Expect to see some intense negotiations, a lot of nasty arm wrestling and PR campaigns from every quarter. Also expect to see the deal done, somehow, some way.
I have to wonder if I held my breath and stomped my feet long enough, would the Treasury come bail me out? Hey, I just want my house paid for and a couple of new cars. Heck, I'd even let them give me a couple of GM's excess output. This could be a win-win situation.
Perhaps that's how to bailout the automakers, get older polluting cars off the road, address those bad vehicle loans, save oil and all that good stuff--the government buys all of the automakers' inventory that has built up in parking lots all over the nation, and then gives us all new cars in exchange for our old ones. Works for me--at least I getting kissed before I get screwed.
Or we could just let them take the bankruptcy option. Come to think of it, I like that one better.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I'm sitting in my chiropractor's office this morning, waiting my turn. A nice lady was sitting next to me, and one of the ladies in the office was asking her if she was done with Christmas shopping.
The lady allowed that she was, and the next question was what was everyone getting?
"A 12 gauge for the 14 year old, a .22 for the middle son and a BB gun for the youngest. The shotgun was a little more than we were going to spend, but all he wants is deer hunting stuff, and his birthday is in January and deer season is over by then. We talked, and decided that we would combine the presents this once."
What an excellent mother she must be.
One thing that is not in question is that, in the best Chicago-style political tradition, Obama has tossed Blagojevich under the bus. He's getting pretty good at that sort of thing, isn't he?
I keep trying to put January 20 out of my mind, but it's getting harder and harder.
Of course, this reaction from education "professionals" is utterly predictable, and not just in the PRM. If you bring up the concept of any kid defending themselves in a school context, you're going to get exactly the same reaction from any school system. The horrors of it all! Even if we're just going to "teach kids to fend off a gunman with backpacks or textbooks" (as if that would work), why, we can't have violence in the schools! Even it it means lives saved, why, violence is a bad thing.
The Freeholder's children have been taught to go into "escape and evasion mode" at the first sign of bad trouble in their schools--even if that means disobeying the explicit instructions of a teacher or principal. Run, bail out through any available door or window, and get as far away as possible as quickly as possible. They are not to allow themselves to be herded into groups so that the bad guy's task is simplified. I'd much rather have to explain to some bent out of shape school administrator or any police officer why they ran rather than explain to their mother why they're dead.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Lest we allow the stress of the holiday season get to us, how about some humor?
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves could not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Our best hope is that someone involved (up to their eyebrows) in all this decides to sing for their freedom. If that should happen, all bets are off.
Question for bonus points: Do you suppose the Anointed One is nervous?
Sunday, December 07, 2008
And it only took, what? Three years?
Well, The Bringer of Light is mum on that one. But hey, he promises that:
"We won't just throw money at the problem," Obama said. "We'll measure progress by the reforms we make and the results we achieve — by the jobs we create, by the energy we save, by whether America is more competitive in the world."
Like I said, the guy believes his own propaganda--so much the worse for us.