November 8, 2011

"Out of Airspeed, Altitude and Ideas"

Courtesy my co-worker and soaring enthusiast, Herr Frank Deischel, this series epitomizes one of the cardinal commandments of flying: "Keep thy airspeed up on final approach lest the ground rise up and smite the.."








..oh well, any landing you can walk away from..

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November 5, 2011

Riddle of the day..


How do you starve an Obama supporter ??

It's really very simple, just hide their food stamps under their work shoes.

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OCCUPY PARIS?


OVERHEARD AT ZUCOTTI PARK: ..a conversation.
Mind-blown Hippie Wastrel: Umm..like..there's Occupy Wall Street, Occupy Portland, Occupy Oakland, Occupy Los Angeles, and..like..Occupy Philadelphia. There's even Occupy demonstrations ion Europe.

Scraggly, Moon-Chick:
Yeah..like.cool, isn't it?

MBHW: Yeah, but how come there;s no Occupy Paris?

SMC: Yeah. I..like.. thought that was what Germany was for.
PERTINENT REMINDER UPDATE: One year from today, we go to the polls and throw the prancing metro-sexual Nancy-boy incompetent boob POTUS and all of his clown troupe out onto the street.

It's a Leap Year, don't you know..

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November 4, 2011

Boggling the mind, stretching credulity..

..and stuff like that. In its nascent days, someone made a joke about the way to clear out Zucotti Park -- and Denver and Portland and Oakland and all of the other new age, consciousness-raised disaffected shit holes springing all over the country -- would be to set up an employment table offering jobs to the denizens.

Well, life imitates art and the result is this wonderful collage of surreal excuses colliding with workforce integration:


Raise bamboo on the roof tops? Why didn't I think about that? Come to think about it, why didn't Obama think about that?

On a more sober note, one wonders how many bona fide businesses spring up from this Zucotti Park Be-In. Think about it. Some hippie astro-chick starts hawking her brownies at the festival and they become a hit. Cut to 10 years later and this lady is the head of a multi-million corporate owner whose daily fret has become the bottom line and those pesky workers striking for higher wages and more benefits. Zap! Instant capitalist.

..just sayin'.


TRIVIA QUESTION UPDATE: Anyone remember Maynard G. Krebs and why this would be relevant to the video above?

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November 3, 2011

BRIDGE OUT..SLOW TO 60..


Man am I pissed off.

..bastards at work rigged the proxy server to block Blogger blogs so, with my heavy duty schedule, I am probably going to move TWP to WordPress or host it on another ISP. It's not like I spend a lot of time blogging. I just do one or two posts per day when an idea hits (usually on my break) and compose and post them at lunch or between debugging my software.

And, no I can't do this at night because, frankly, I am too fried.

So, I am researching exporting/importing and all of that crapola. Sorry about that.

The real annoying thing is I can't visit Odie's site. 

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November 2, 2011

16R



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Sometimes I just *Love* John Boehner..

In response to Obama's contention that "We're better off now than.."

..Hell's bells, I can't even write this stuff without reaching for a vomit bag. Anyway, here's the Speaker's response:


..Note to Odie: I won the proxy server battle here at work. Expect the worst (again).

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October 29, 2011

Instant Karma's gonna get you..

..they say it's the earliest New York City snowfall since the Civil War.


Sure do feel sorry for the OWS folks, don't you?

SEMI-TANGENTIAL-NON-UPDATE UPDATE: Scooter over at Big Hairy News has gone underground and infiltrated the OWS protest. I commend his colorful commentary to you as a must read. As sample:
8:12 AM - I was too lazy to go out for breakfast, so I joined the mutants and walking dead in the free food line. This morning they were serving "homemade stone-ground granola," and while it had the consistency and weight of pea gravel, it didn't taste bad - I had like 5 servings.
Be sure to read all five days of our stout lad's adventures. It's a side-splitter.

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October 25, 2011

You say "Tomahtoe", I say Tomaytoe"..

My friend Tom, the only conservative in Portland, Oregon, provides these terminology comparatives:
Translations of Common Euphemisms

DEMOCRAT: Arsenal of Weapons
REPUBLICAN: Gun Collection

DEMOCRAT: Delicate Wetlands
REPUBLICAN: Swamp

DEMOCRAT: Undocumented Worker
REPUBLICAN: Illegal Alien

DEMOCRAT: Cruelty-Free Materials
REPUBLICAN: Synthetic Fiber

DEMOCRAT: Assault and Battery
REPUBLICAN: Attitude Adjustment

DEMOCRAT: Heavily Armed
REPUBLICAN: Well-protected

DEMOCRAT: Narrow-minded
REPUBLICAN: Righteous

DEMOCRAT: Taxes or Your Fair Share
REPUBLICAN: Coerced Theft

DEMOCRAT: Commonsense Gun Control
REPUBLICAN: Gun Confiscation Plot

DEMOCRAT: Illegal Hazardous Explosives
REPUBLICAN: Fireworks or Stump Removal

DEMOCRAT: Non-viable Tissue Mass
REPUBLICAN: Unborn Baby

DEMOCRAT: Equal Access to Opportunity
REPUBLICAN: Socialism

DEMOCRAT: Multicultural Community
REPUBLICAN: High Crime Area

DEMOCRAT: Fairness or Social Progress
REPUBLICAN: Marxism

DEMOCRAT: Upper Class or "The Rich "
REPUBLICAN: Self-Employed

DEMOCRAT: Progressive, Change
REPUBLICAN: Big Government Scheme

DEMOCRAT: Homeless or Disadvantaged
REPUBLICAN: Bums or Welfare Leeches

DEMOCRAT: Sniper Rifle
REPUBLICAN: Scoped Deer Rifle

DEMOCRAT: Investment For the Future
REPUBLICAN: Higher Taxes

DEMOCRAT: Healthcare Reform
REPUBLICAN: Socialized Medicine

DEMOCRAT: Extremist, Judgmental, or Hater
REPUBLICAN: Conservative

DEMOCRAT: Truants
REPUBLICAN: Homeschoolers

DEMOCRAT: Victim or Oppressed
REPUBLICAN: Criminal or Lazy Good-For-Nothing

DEMOCRAT: High Capacity Magazine
REPUBLICAN: Standard Capacity Magazine

DEMOCRAT: Religious Zealot
REPUBLICAN: Church-going

DEMOCRAT: Reintroduced Wolves
REPUBLICAN: Sheep and Elk Killers

DEMOCRAT: Fair Trade Coffee
REPUBLICAN: Overpriced Yuppie Coffee

DEMOCRAT: Exploiters or "The Rich "
REPUBLICAN: Employed or Land Owner

DEMOCRAT: The Gun Lobby
REPUBLICAN: NRA Members

DEMOCRAT: Assault Weapon
REPUBLICAN: Semi-Auto (Grandpa's M1 Carbine)

DEMOCRAT: Fiscal Stimulus
REPUBLICAN: New Taxes and Higher Taxes

DEMOCRAT: Same Sex Marriage
REPUBLICAN: Legalized Perversion

DEMOCRAT: Mandated Eco-Friendly Lighting
REPUBLICAN: Chinese Mercury-Laden Light Bulbs

DEMOCRAT: Accepted Facts
REPUBLICAN: Horse Shit

Note: the crappy quality of this post this afternoon was due to the proxy server at work vapor-locking. Shhhhhhhh!
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October 22, 2011

Goodbye Alice..

It seems I am assailing you all on these pages with glimpses into my personal life, complaining because my schedule will not permit my blogging, etc. I apologize if this borders on the maudlin, but I wanted to say goodbye to a family member here.

Alice, 1997-2011

Back in 1997, I had a growing son and I had some health problems, and -- somehow -- these two factors coalesced into the need/desire to add a puppy to our household. I always lament these decisions because it adds an inevitable day like last Thursday to your life.

Briefly, we resolved to rescue a puppy from an animal shelter here in Southern California and made plans to visit no less than five this one day to survey all of the prospects and repair home to analyze and make a measured decision, etc.

Long story short, in THE VERY FIRST PLACE we walked into, there were two young girls who were dropping off someone they found at a swap meet in Pasadena with her brothers and sisters a week ago. (They had managed to give away all but this one.) She was an adorable little black mixed-breed (mostly Greyhound) who melted our hearts from the very start.

Thus ended our search and Alice -- as she was named by my son -- became part of our family.

Since we did not know her official birthday, we backdated her life and ascribed Thanksgiving as the special day. Each year we would have roast beef and she would get the bone as a birthday present. I guess, at first, we eschewed the traditional turkey for a change and then this tradition stuck with us as a coincidental celebration of Alice's birthday.

She was graceful, sleek, could run like the wind (her Greyhound heritage), and spent the better part of her life in good health with a cheerful spirit. Each morning  I would wrestle with my son over the necessity of walking and feeding her. Somehow his activities would conspire such that the walking fell to me and the feeding fell to his mom. But it was a duty I undertook, once engaged, with great cheer. And, for the record, when he walked Alice, he did cheerfully for he loved Alice as much as we.

Alice's and my special times were Saturday and Sunday mornings before the others waked up. She and I would go to a local school yard where I would throw a ball to her for a time and then I would sit beneath a tree while she explored the grounds she had staked out many, many times before.

When she reached the absolute farthest point in that yard she could get from me, she would pause from her sniffing and look up. I would wave to her and she would make the maddest dash you would ever see back to me, stopping a few yards short and incessantly barking until I obliged and threw the ball again for her to chase.

When she tired of that, she would come over and quietly sit by me as I read and relaxed. Presently, we would head back home to rejoin the waking family. The picture above is of her on one of those days.

So, after a life that would seemingly go on forever, last Thursday she lay down, coughed a few times and seemingly stretched out to take a nap..

..and was gone.

I took her to a vet to confirm her passing and was assured there was no pain. My son and friends visited her while she was at her final rest and my mom and sisters and sons (who all knew her) all sent their regrets and sorrow, etc. I must conclude that she was loved and will be missed.

But now the loneliness of a Saturday morning without a walk with her closes in and I must write this.

My hope is that when my time comes, I will go to heaven and that there will be sunny days and a schoolyard close by and a nice tree to sit under..

..and a ball to throw to Alice.

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October 19, 2011

October 15, 2011

Giving us the finger II..

Like most, I have been following the OWS stuff half-halfheartedly -- you know, the way you do when a spoiled your kid throws a tantrum and you are wrapped up in the aspects of your life that seem to be more significant, like earning a buck and draining the septic tank on the weekend. '

Anyway, the images that cross my ken seem to be those of frustrated too-late and pathetic too-old generations trying to capture and re-capture Woodstock.

Whatever.

Generally, it's pretty tedious and only made more by the MSM's and the Dem's Tea-Party-envy driven ballyhoo.

Then this image popped up:


All of a sudden, color me revolted. 

Diplomacy fails me now so let me just say that I hope every last one of these cretins either scores bad drugs and O.D.s or engages in unspeakable sex acts with the other filthy vermin in the various parks and assembly areas across this land and all of them -- every last one -- contract scorching cases of gonorrhea, the clap, crabs, the drizzlies, and their sexual organs turn a bright, vibrant green and fall off or out or whatever.

Twinkle this, assholes:


..sorry, but this stuff just chaps my posterior.

AGONIZING REAPPRAISAL UPDATE: O.K., so I was a little harsh last night and I apologize (but will not remove) my expletive. (Whose blog is this, anyway?) But I did find a wonderful rejoinder to the overall hypocrisy of the OWS movement: The inimitable Steve Crowder. Here is his take on this matter:


Works for me.

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October 13, 2011

Giving us the finger..

Quick! Go over to Drudge today and check out the "mid-section":


AquaVelvaJhad, Obama, and Pelosi with the upraised finger pics? Who'da thunk it? Anyway, here's one back to you all from the ol' War Planner:


(Well, that's not really me. It's just a cool picture of a really, really P.O.ed guy.)

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October 12, 2011

Cracks, Part IV

Just a drive-by today. Drudge ran this comparison of the POSOTUS's turnout in Pittsburgh in October 2008 versus his rally yesterday:



I'll let you guess which is which.

Needless to say that this is getting somewhat embarrassing for Jerk-o. Yesterday, The Clown Prince of Chicago had his full JOBS (Just Obama Bull Sh*t) blown away by the Senate in an up-or-down vote, 50-49. The mechanics required a 60-vote majority and the Dems could not get support from the Republicans to get to that number. In fact, it flamed out when two Democrats -- fearing for their seats next year -- voted "No":
While the vast majority of Senate Democrats voted in favor of the president's job plan, a few -- including Ben Nelson of Nebraska and John Tester of Montana -- did not. Tester said, in a prepared statement, that "the things I support in this bill are outweighed by the things I can't support," including "sending billions of dollars in bailout aid to states."

The Senate version of the measure has little chance of clearing the Republican-controlled House of Representatives.
So that ought to stop this idiot's lips from flapping that absurd "Pass this bill" mantra, right?

No, Buckwheat is going to push on now, breaking the bill into small pieces where -- presumably -- his new mantra will be adorned with plurals:

"Pass these bills!"

To be sure, this never was about jobs, it's a campaign strategy and he has now garnered more fodder: it's become a MIRV and he can beat his gums even more about all of these little sub-bills. If he were serious about passing this turkey, he'd be back in D.C. working out compromises with the congressional membership. Instead, he's down in Florida having a beer with some pipe fitters, at his unctuous best oozing whistle-stop slime:
Obama sat at a table with four unemployed workers from the building trades, plus Orlando Mayor Buddy Dyer, at the Harp and Celt Restaurant and pub. “You guys are what this country’s all about,” Obama assured the patrons before asking them to share tales of the current economy.

The focus on “real people” who are searching for jobs and would potentially benefit from congressional action on the American Jobs Act is a feature of the White House campaign to “just pass the bill.”
..talk about shovel-ready. 

HOMAGE TO ODIE UPDATE: I ripped this fantastic picture off of The Woodesterman's site -- from another tour de force series entitled "They can't be at Walmart all the time". It's perhaps proof that THE WIDE LOAD FLOTUS will now be adding Walmart as well as Target to her list of approved shopping places.

"Will someone please kill that big, white butterfly on my wife's chest?"
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October 11, 2011

Cheaping out..

NEWS ITEM: despite potentially raising a billion dollars for his campaign, The Pantload is cheaping out and NOT hiring a graphic artist or firm to do a new campaign logo for him. Over at the website it says, basically:
Obama for America is seeking poster submissions from artists across the country illustrating why we support President Obama's plan to create jobs now, and why we'll re-elect him to continue fighting for jobs for the next four years.

Your poster can address the broader themes of the President's plan or pinpoint a specific aspect, from supporting small businesses to rebuilding roads and bridges for the 21st century. For more on the desired specs, read the creative brief.

We'll pick the 12 best submissions received by November 4th, 2011, then put the finalists to a vote. Three winners will receive a framed print of their poster signed by President Obama and a limited edition of their poster will be sold in the
campaign store.
How incredibly cheap can one get. This idiot even muffs a chance to create one or two jobs when he has a chance.

But I have a suggestion. How about this one, folks:


Hat tip to to HA commenter ChickyRaptor.
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October 10, 2011

"As spontaneous as a bowel movement.."

I wanted to get my bets down early on this one. First, here are some pictures of the OWS (Occupy Wall Street) protesters by the London Daily Mail:
The guy in the top picture? s taking a dump on a police car, of course. What would you expect from a protest against the harsh realities by those who believe society owes them something?

Of course, you don't see a lot of pictures of the squalid environs up til now. That has not been the big story, but one suspects the worm is about to turn. They have been in that park for three weeks now and it has gotten weirder and weirder.

And the usual suspects who dissed the Tea Party assemblies as being an astro-turfed assembly of Nazi Terrorist are getting behind these folks. The terminally stupid ex-Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi applauds their spontaneity, and Obama give them shout-outs and winks.

"Far out! What's it called?"

The squalor that these Neo-Comms are now languishing in is reminiscent of that wonderful sequence from the Woodstock movie. (Embedding disabled; go here to enjoy.)

But it appears, slowly, inexorably, remorselessly, the worm is turning. The unkempt masses have become a paria and this little temper tantrum by these indolent, spoiled neo-luddites is being regarded as a noisy, smelly, inconvenient nuisance by the an increasing number. A commendable column by Michael Goodwin of the New York Post nails it dead-sloid-erfect:

They doth protest too much
Even as desperate Pander-crats, including the president, continue to baby-talk the Wall Street hooligans, some of whom have violently attacked police, Mayor Bloomberg gets the point and tone just right.
“What they’re trying to do is take the jobs away from people working in this city,” the mayor told radio man John Gambling Friday. “And some of the labor unions, the municipal unions that are participating, their salaries come from the taxes paid by the people they are trying to vilify.”
Sanity also comes from readers. Sheri Rosen said she works downtown, at 111 Broadway, and is sick of the filth and mayhem.
“We work very hard every day for not that much money,” she writes. “We don’t camp out at a park and act like animals by urinating and stealing milk from the coffee vendors that are also trying to make a living.”
She blasted Council Speaker Christine Quinn and Comptroller John Liu for supporting the demonstrators, saying, “True New Yorkers who work hard for their money won’t forget this on Election Day.”
By the way, Mr Goodwin precedes these remarks with a chilling main feature of that column entitled "Aimless Obama walks alone" that paints an out-of-touch and incommunicado president who fails to interact with his staff and cabinet in an almost Nixonian manner (citation linked above; emphasis added):
The gist is this: President Obama has become a lone wolf, a stranger to his own government. He talks mostly, and sometimes only, to friend and adviser Valerie Jarrett and to David Axelrod, his political strategist.

Everybody else, including members of his Cabinet, have little face time with him except for brief meetings that serve as photo ops. Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton and Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner both have complained, according to people who have talked to them, that they are shut out of important decisions.

President Obama has become a lone wolf, a stranger to his own government.

The president’s workdays are said to end early, often at 4 p.m. He usually has dinner in the family residence with his wife and daughters, then retreats to a private office. One person said he takes a stack of briefing books. Others aren’t sure what he does.

If the reports are accurate, and I believe they are, they paint a picture of an isolated man trapped in a collapsing presidency. While there is no indication Obama is walking the halls of the White House late at night, talking to the portraits of former presidents, as Richard Nixon did during Watergate, the reports help explain his odd public remarks.

Obama conceded in one television interview recently that Americans are not “better off than they were four years ago” and said in another that the nation had “gotten a little soft.” Both smacked of a man who feels discouraged and alienated and sparked comparisons to Jimmy Carter, never a good sign.

Blaming the country is political heresy, of course, yet Obama is running out of scapegoats. His allies rarely make affirmative arguments on his behalf anymore, limiting themselves to making excuses for his failure. He and they attack Republicans, George W. Bush, European leaders and Chinese currency manipulation -- and that was just last week.

..these state of affairs -- the OWS post-Woodstock anti-capitalist hippies and the ineffective class warrior POTUS -- are the absolute antithesis of the Skittle-crapping utopia that was predicted by the left when this clown was inaugurated.

And, if The Pantload starts retreating any more into his bunker, can one of those You Tube Hitler parodies be too far behind?

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