Monday, July 22, 2013
How About Some Justice Justice
Rule #1) Don't care about what's going on in your neighborhood.
Rule #2) Don't carry a gun if you're concerned about what's going on in your neighborhood.
Rule #3) Don't defend yourself against any kind of violence until you have all demographic and family history information from your attacker.
Rule #4) Don't do ANYTHING against anyone black - EVER - even if it's in self-defense.
Go ahead. Argue against those rules. Every point that's been brought up in these "protests" are demanding one or more of those Rules. And you know what? No.
We should all care about what goes on our neighborhoods. If your neighborhood has had repeated attacks on its safety and property and you are not advocating surveilling someone that strikes you as suspicious, you're a fool, and you don't belong in a safe neighborhood because you have become a frightened liability to your safety and the safety of your loved ones.
You should carry a gun no matter what you're doing or where you are, especially when you're putting yourself between your neighbors and a suspicious character. Yes, even if your suspicions are incorrect. It is no one's responsibility to tell you when and where you can carry. It's not the government's responsibility to tell you when and where you can carry; that's been established since 1791.
You should defend yourself and your loved ones against violence of any and every kind if you can at all help it. To ask you to do otherwise is asking you to give up your natural rights; you're being asked me to choose to be a victim to sick predators; the asker, therefore are an advocate for the sick predators, and to them, you should have to say...well...nothing nice.
When attacked, the predator's skin color means exactly nothing. NOTHING. Any creature in the world with the ability to fight back will fight back (and should fight back) when it feels its life is threatened no matter the appearance, form, beliefs, color, Zodiac sign or scent of breath of the attacker. It is simply a force to be neutralized.
My rule: if you don't want to get hit, don't hit. Likewise, if you don't want to get killed, don't make someone fear for their life.
So, all the calls for "justice" irrespective of our JUSTICE system's decision is, on its face, absurd. "No justice, no peace." Justice has been served. If there is another kind of "justice" you want, it obviously has the same taint as your "peace" does, and everyone should reject your interpretation of both.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
More 16.5 K Joy
Today the insulation installers came in and were checking out the attic before they were to blow in the insulation from their rental truck. (Yes, rental truck...which I actually think is quite cool.) They came back down from the attic and said, “Did you know your AC’s supply duct is not attached? Oh, and your attic fan doesn’t work.”
Of course I knew neither thing was true, and I just had to see it for myself. So I went up, got a lungful of insulation dust (mmm—MM!), and sure enough, the AC was merrily blowing nice, cool air into the attic—though I’m sure at least some of it was going into the tube that was hanging detached from it, like a skull’s lazy, half-unhinged jaw. The insulation installation dude then directed my attention to the attic fan. It was all corroded and decrepit-looking, appearing nothing like one might expect from the promised new fan. He cranked the thermostat, and sure enough…no joy. I wanted to put my finger into the fan and push the blades to just get it going, but thought better of it: I decided I’ll stick the AC-installer’s finger in there instead!
Oh, and the duct cleaning that they were supposed to call and schedule for today? Still hasn’t been scheduled. Needless to say, the AC installers got a rather polite and very direct phone call from me. Well…relatively direct, for me. Luckily, the contact said that I should have my wife call him to make sure all of her problems were addressed, too. Heh heh. His funeral.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
16 and a Half K of Joy
Government and HVAC companies alike promise a ridiculous amount of rebates and other creaminess for upgrading the cardiovascular system of the house. So, why the heck not?
We get quotes from no fewer than three companies, and finally settle on Action Plumbing Heating & Air Conditioning. The salesman was more believable, and his promises were interesting. A hyper-efficient AC and heating unit were too much for me and my wanna-be-"green"ness to resist. 600 Watts of 3-ton-equivalent AC that can be run on two car batteries in serial? Come on! Awesome! 98% efficient heater. Wow. Course we had to throw in a new water heater and water softener. $16,500 later, and the installers finally get it all installed. And wow what a mess.
Cigarette butts in the yard, cigarette stench flowing into the open doors...to say nothing of the smoker's stench reeking off the breath and bodies of the installers. Oh, would that that were the only complaint.
After nearly a week's delay in getting the units installed (we were under a time crunch to get it installed so we could take benefit of an insulation installation rebate) guys are crawling around in our attic space in order to revent the upper floor for the new AC coolness. Holes cut in each room were expected. Even the snowy insulation clumps dropping out of said holes were no surprised. And when the installers walked around with a vacuum, I thought nothing of it. A week later I'm still cleaning up the insulation bits and flakes. Really quite annoying.
Consider, though, that while they were up in the attic, they stepping on a light fixture socket and created a 12-foot crack along the center of the hallway ceiling. I'm sure they did the right thing by patching it up instead of ripping it down and replacing it...and hopefully it's even stronger than ever (apparently the builder of the house fastened the sheetrock sheets with 4 screws--FOUR!--and glued the rest. The slightest tremor, we're going to be swimming in sheetrock goodness.
Stuff finally gets installed, and there's a leak. No big. Painter for the ceiling comes in and paints the ceiling, give the leaky pipe a crank, and leak disappears.
The AC unit which originally was said to be mounted in the attic, invisible to the outside, is a behemoth on the roof thanks to the limited attic space. I've hired a painter to look at it and make it look either less obtrusive, or to stick out like a beautiful...thing. Turns out, it's supposed to be mounted outside. Strange.
Today was a nice, warm day. (I'm still sitting on the couch sweating my clothes wet at midnight.) First opportunity to use the new AC unit! Woohoo! Finally get it turned on (figured out without the promised help of the installers)...and an hour later, discover that my nightstand is soaked with water dripping out of the newly installed vent. Yay. And water is pouring down the ceiling, coming out of a bubbling panel in the side of the monster on the ceiling. Looks like another call to Action Plumbing Heating and Air Conditioning...who've been promising us a return visit to install a new air vent to the ceiling.
Let's not forget the carboard, ladder, and other boxes left throughout the yard and house and garage.
I'm sure hoping they make this right as they've promised they will. I'm annoyed, and my wife's Pee-Eye-ISSED.
Monday, April 06, 2009
The Language of War
What in the name of all that's holy and good possesses people (and I use the term lightly and with no small amount of derision) to find something--anything--so important as to cause the death and suffering of other people? What, power? Land? Resources? Money? Different gods? Is it worth it? Really?
I'll tell you what's worth causing the kind of suffering war brings to fighting men and women and their children. It's people that allow their greed and lust for power, land, resources, money and different gods to overcome their general decency, their very humanity in order to satisfy those lusts. These are the people that cause others who would normally not want to kill have to kill. These are the people that typically never have to kill--they only create "policy" that requires others to do their dirty work. These are the ones who are deserving of the hell that they inflict on others for their lust. Terrorists all, pretending to be statesmen. God damn them all. Course, as always, they'll be doing that themselves. I'm good with that.
Don't get me wrong: right now there are times and events that require war. There are even times when going on the offensive to neutralize a clear and present danger is needed. Damn those who create that necessity. They'll go to hell, and I won't shed a tear to see them there. And I will wade through the beautiful filth that are the skills to defend myself from these drooling demons in human form, as I curse those that create that demand, reveling in its fluidity and formless, horrid beauty.
I study two languages. Both are beautiful. Both reveal a man's soul. I prefer the language of Peace.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Hypocrisy of the New Messiah
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Super Activist Powers...Activate!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Of Giant Hogs
"Tonight, on Fox...When Pigs Go Wild! They'll find the normal hog bringing food offerings to a giant hog sitting on a throne, her name: Miss Piggy."
"And the prince consort a giant frog."
"She has piglets attached like little piggy pasties...tassels attached to their tails, spinning, 'wee, wee, wee!'"