Amnesty Inc.

"Jobs Americans Won't Do" - what a tedious and deceitful lie is wrapped-up in that catchphrase. How about jobs like car-jacking, drug-smuggling, gang-banging, hit-man... Are those inclusive and multicultural enough? [UPDATE: Forgot rapist, pimp, kidnapping and torture - anything else?]
HT American Dinosaur, over thirty percent of the murders in Pima county are committed by or to illegal aliens. This dude was in line to get Amnesty if the vote had passed - remember that, and remember all the ClotureVoters who need to have this hung around their necks until it's time to vote them out - and maybe also brand them "A" with a hot iron, so they remember it too...
Akaka (D-HI), Yea
Bennett (R-UT), Yea
Biden (D-DE), Yea
Boxer (D-CA), Yea
Cantwell (D-WA), Yea
Cardin (D-MD), Yea
Carper (D-DE), Yea
Casey (D-PA), Yea
Clinton (D-NY), Yea
Conrad (D-ND), Yea
Craig (R-ID), Yea
Dodd (D-CT), Yea
Durbin (D-IL), Yea
Feingold (D-WI), Yea
Feinstein (D-CA), Yea
Graham (R-SC), Yea
Gregg (R-NH), Yea
Hagel (R-NE), Yea
nouye (D-HI), Yea
Kennedy (D-MA), Yea
Kerry (D-MA), Yea
Klobuchar (D-MN), Yea
Kohl (D-WI), Yea
Kyl (R-AZ), Yea
Lautenberg (D-NJ), Yea
Leahy (D-VT), Yea
Levin (D-MI), Yea
Lieberman (ID-CT), Yea
Lincoln (D-AR), Yea
Lott (R-MS), Yea
Lugar (R-IN), Yea
Martinez (R-FL), Yea
McCain (R-AZ), Yea
Menendez (D-NJ), Yea
Mikulski (D-MD), Yea
Murray (D-WA), Yea
Nelson (D-FL), Yea
Obama (D-IL), Yea
Reed (D-RI), Yea
Reid (D-NV), Yea
Salazar (D-CO), Yea
Schumer (D-NY), Yea
Snowe (R-ME), Yea
Specter (R-PA), Yea
Whitehouse (D-RI), Yea
Wyden (D-OR), Yea

Minor Quibble

I like Brownell's, but man does their search function sweep with a wide and loose broom - while narrowing it is limited by manufacturer?. If I knew who the damn mfg. was I'd know a lot more than I know now. Using quotes doesn't have a discernable effect, or does AND - I'm just all counter-intuitive with it. Type in "AR15" and I'm still getting "1911 AUTO HAMMER" along with "BARNETT M1A/M14 GARAND BARREL"? Only Sinclair is worse but now they've bought them so the two can muddle along together - can I buy a boolean clue please? What am I missing?

Dodging The Bullet

America dodged a bullet today fired by the most corrupt, venal, vile, and oafish foe She has - the scum-sucking turds and bottom-fish circling in the rotten cesspool of the Senate, treasonously trading on Amnesty with foreign agents.
The bullet was fired by the sick and twisted bastards in the Plutocrat Party on both sides of the aisle, towards the heart of the Middle Class - but America's Voice was heard.
Now, out of the glaring limelight they will return to their foul spider-hole, to their perverted bribes, sex-scandals, and shenanigans. Now the Crazy Clown Brigade with baggy pants full of feces and wearing the giant hobnail-boots of Lawyers will seek to silence every opposition and quell the voices they were forced to acknowledge - thus the return of the "Fairness Doctrine."
When you hear the ultra-rich Silky Pony-boy Edwards lamenting "Two Americas" - does he meant that two is not enough, we need three? Or that the gulf he needs to keep between the Middle Class and his [INSERT UPDATE:] THREE- hundred dollar haircuts is not wide enough, it's stil bridgeable. (That was just a rhetorical question because what eminates from the pie-holes of those grotesquely deformed fiends can hardly be called speech or language.)
We should cross that bridge over the waste-filled Moat, with pitchforks and torches ablaze to capture and imprison the loathsome and disgusting monsters in the High Castle who have so badly served us. That is one meaning of the Second Amendment, that the right to violence is Democratized and divided - and it is a Right that is not held in reserve only by the Government but is shared among the People.

Cloture = Amnesty

The Evil Clowns of the Capitol Hill Bozo-Brigade are marching in big floppy shoes across the heart of America, stomping on little childrens' dreams. Call your Senators. Join the 50,696 signatures gathered (updated 6/26 11:20am est)on the Imhof petition to secure the borders, no Amnesty.

What happened to South Park Pundit?

His site went belly-up?
Hope everything is Ok...

Woodstonehenge

The mighty upright sentinals capped and stanchioned by thick rafters of mighty old-growth redwood has come undone.

The railroad spike-like twenty penny nails have been persuaded to abandon ship with the help of a crow-bar and a 24-ounce framing hammer. That took a bit of loud persuading.
I saved some of the top-boards just because I couldn't yet part with them. The crackle on the old paint and the hammer dents have an almost artistic merit. All the side skirt-boards had holes cut through them and the decision about where the exact location for the electrical switch must have changed more than once - the weakened boards all split asunder. The 4x4 posts may have a purpose so I'll hang onto them for a bit still, or because I can't let them go yet.

Goin' Commercial, or Stickin' it to the Man?

I was invited by a flattering email to review a History Channel DVD of their "Tales of the Gun" series, and add a link here for my readers to access them. I had to think about that because there's no other commercial content here - and that's partly because there have been no offers. I'm not anti-Capitalist and some time back I considered going with Blogger's random advertising but dismissed it because it was random, although it would be nice to show a profit, however marginal, from these musings and ramblings - I don't even have a bleg button to my Pay-Pal account.
We don't have Cable TV, so my only occasion to watch the History Channel has been while on vacation. Growing up our family never had it, hell, my parents had black-and-white TV into the 80's. I missed-out entirely on the whole MTV thing when it erupted. The excess cost versus the additional programming that interested me has never worked out in any cost-benefit analysis, since there's no a-la carte menu available. Finally the fact that we don't have Cable may seem odd to those who know I used to work at designing the look-and-feel and building the User Interface for an on-screen television product that has become prominent in Cable usage - at least I think it has. So anyhow, that's my TV life for what it's worth.
Looking at the DVD choices it's clear to me that some distinct gaps in the canon of literature exist, and that the Series should continue to fill in those lapses - and I hope it does. So we'll see...

Happy Father's Day All You Pops

My wife and I went over to see the Folks yesterday, bringing with some us a small selection of exotic ice creams for my Dad and some cookies. It was a nice visit in the shade on a warm afternoon, and my Dad enjoyed the Father's Day card that had a picture of some Buddhist monks with upraised arms and excited faces, yelling with glee on a roller-coaster's descent. Buddhists generally don't have a problem with taking themselves too seriously, at least not the enlightened ones. We talked about stuff and I talked about some projects and helping clear out their garage, talked them into letting me have the old 10-inch band-saw. Dad got it back when he was in High School - so it's made back when they, "Made 'em like that, anymore." It's got a cast-iron base and fittings, the bearings are in good shape and spin true - it just needs a bath and a haircut.

Today Dad helped me get it out of the garage into the truck, while in turn I put his bicycle in the back and took him to a Dental appointment a few miles down the road. He's gonna ride his bike back home - he's 82 and in great shape, he used to be on the Annapolis Crew Team, Class of '49... Now it's in my garage and getting prepped for a bit of TLC.

Grandpa had had it for a while and re-wired it with thick, fabric, electrical tape, and it looks like I'll have to re-wire it to restore it to safe-operating condition. Heat-shrink tubing and the soldering iron will be put to work. The motor's a 1/3rd HP job and has a wire brush and an extra chuck on it - but the bench has gotta go. I'll bolt it to a base that can slide off the table and drop onto one of my rolling cabinets, and wire it up with a safety-switch. That and some vacuuming out and a wash-down with cleaner - maybe even a fresh coat of paint. I wonder what the model and serial-number is? Dad was in High School in the mid '40's.
UPDATE: Appears to be a model 103 (since that is a number cast into various and numerous parts of it) which Dad outfitted with a rather fierce blade-guard.

All Your Disinformations Are Belong to Us

I just had to grab this and use it, but without him holding a white-flag it requires some memory of recent events - for which many seem to have a peculiar kind of amnesia.
Read the whole thing with comments and you'll see what gives, or don't bother and correctly assume the usual blithering attackdogs are at it, chewing up the rug and attempting to unweave the fabric of reality. What's good is this:

I had always felt Harry Reid was the kind of vanilla-flavored parasite that a political system like ours inevitably mass produces. In other words, I didn’t think his presence was any big deal. We’ve seen his type come and go with regularity the past 200 years. What’s amazing and sad is that in such consequential times, a lightweight like Reid is making an impact. He may well be remembered as the most contemptible and least honest public servant to come down the pike in a generation.

To which I ask, what can you expect of a politician from Vegas? Exactly this, and it shows.

Work Ahead, Watch for Falling Rocks

I love it when people change their mind, I used to hate it when they did it - especially at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, but now with 24/7 it's practically OK.
The owner of a small but significant, but minor and obscure and relatively unknown software company for whom I've done a bit of work has an itch about the Old Product. I'd helped before working the colors and buttons into reasonable shape. But now, beyond adding additional capability, he wants it to look like something that's been floating semi-submerged in his sub-conscious lake for quite a while. I guess the old reflections and ripples traveling outward from the Big Rock Plop, finally reached the boats on shore. That's my Big-bang Theory meets Jungian Psychoanalysis.
Leaving University with a shiny Degree and a head full of theorems he changed course from The Path that had excited and energized him to attain that Degree, because it was crowded with so many others seeking their fortune in the same sandy arena.
He didn't want to be rubbing shoulders like a sardine, and took off on another branch where he could work alone - and in time he was able to measure his success. But he still had that reflection of things to be done echoing in memory - and now comes the time he could act on it.
So it looks like a re-vamping process will be initiated to Old Product, and they need a graphics-guy who can get the look and feel where he wants it and communicate it to his Engineers for code and actual implementation. Some of it is semi-trivial, and some of it is a whole lot of pixel-pushing, and other parts are the usual palette-noise, "Do you want RGB or CMYK with that?" - and of course there is a deadline. We'll see how this goes and how much it impacts Blogging. Can't talk a lot about it otherwise except in such amorphous and vague identities.

Polarizing Filter Cuts Glare

Interesting effects, either in the pond chemistry or reflections:


Not quite like last August anyhow (no polarizing filter).

Apparently you have to have more certifications and stuff than just a Pool-guy to manage a pond - at least in this state. You can't have it goin' all wild on you or it'll turn into a stinky mess.

There is a God in Heaven.

Yahoo! NEWS (46 minutes ago) - Los Angeles:

Paris Hilton was taken from a courtroom screaming and crying Friday seconds after a judge ordered her returned to jail to serve out her entire 45-day sentence for a parole violation in a reckless driving case.

"It's not right!" shouted the weeping Hilton. "Mom!" she called out to her mother in the audience.

It's too bad we can't apply a little "Social Justice," 18th Century style. The Stocks or Pillory would be a fitting and public vehicle, and a means for The General Public to respond and return to her that which we have been so forcibly fed for so long; rotten tomatoes, wormy apples, squishy black onions, mouldy zucchini, and maggoty hunks of dead flesh.
Pile it up in a basket and have a heave, and while we're at it why-not too the TV Producers and Segement Editors, the Magazine Whores and the Media-rest who have done their vile part to insure her useless, droopy-eyed, brainless and filthy mug is constantly played across the TV screen. Let's let them have it too.

In the Year 2025...

...if Humanity is still alive,
      they may find...

Yay Zager and Evans, thank you for scaring the crap out of me as a kid with your typically Liberal the-sky-is-falling dystopian vision. Thanks a bunch, assholes.

If Islam has indeed taken over by then, you won't be able to use Mozilla because it offendizes the prophet Moe, and besides Internet Exploder is so much more appropriate.

Clock thing

I had to embed it when I saw it over at Because I say So ...even though it's not iron-sights.
It's under "Analog," but really also should be included under "Sports" - what's with that?

66 + 79 + 91-1x + 180 = 416 - 1X

Got the 1-X in Rapid Prone, also my best result with a 91 - overall not quite as good as last year but not bad for no practice in three months! I threw a couple flyers; the eight I circled, and a Seven down at 7:00 o'clock out of the picture.

The day was bright and sunny, the hills dry and brown, the line full with competitors from our club the Zouaves, and the Santa Clara Club to see who would take home the Trophy.

Since David switched sides and Wes shot a few sevens, they did. One guy brought a 1916 in CA-Legal semi-auto to play with afterwards - that was bitchin' cool, though belts are CA-limited to ten-links at a time.

He hit the 200-yard gong with the first two shots but the recoil forced him off after that - they have pretty sucky target sights (like NONE!) since that's not their intended purpose.
From the Garage sale we still have the fins and the purple Vanson motorcycle-chick jacket, but we sold the rug and table which was the main event. My sister eventually sold most of her stuff, after getting us to help unload and then totally disappearing - though she ended the day with some extra drama and now an ex-boyfriend. I wish to hell and pray that some day finally she'll get a serious clue and make better choices. It's not cool to be a 50-something "follow-your-heart & flower-power" and yet again, always still bumping up against the slime-a-zoids and assholian creeps.