Friday, right? So, you are wearing red to support your troops, right? Seems a Facebook group has cropped up to spread the word also … I’ve been doing this for how long now? Well, better late than never!

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

Slept in – until 0700 – I should have been up at 0630, for Cinnamon’s insulin shot with her food. Puttered around so far, filling time before 0930 haircut. And boy, do I need a haircut. I’m starting to look like a long-haired hippie freak. After that, I’ve got five cabinets to assemble and finish – all wall cabinets, but one is a corner cabinet. Neat trick, corner cabinets – if one thing is not perfectly square, then the whole cabinet looks wrong. And that includes the wall itself. I’ve got some adjustment designed into it, but the cabinets are frameless, which takes away a lot of the give and take.

For those of you within the panic zone that is the Misnforming Silly Media, here’s a link to some information that you should find comforting: A Nuclear Primer. Caution – he was a sailor, so his language is a little – uhm, saltier – than what I allow on this site. (tip of the hat to Larry for the link to the Primer.)

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

So, here it is 0315 in the morning and my acid reflux gagged me awake. Now, with the burning in the back of the throat, I can’t seem to fall back asleep.

Lest you think this is an untreated situation, I am on a good AR medicine; however, the pizza last night for dinner was probably not a good idea.

I think I may have to adjust a certain round staple off my dietary list.

Life without pizza. Bummer.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

All officers in all levels of law enforcement in the state of Arizona need more range time. This may appear, at first blush, to be a case of armchair quarterbacking, but hear me out.

A little over a year ago, Chandler Lt. Eric Shuhandler was shot and killed by Christopher Redondo. Redondo’s buddy, Daimen Izirarry, while not convicted of the shooting, was convicted of being the getaway driver. Izirarry is currently serving 107 years in prison. After the shooting, Izirarry drove away, leading police from four agencies on a 50 mile chase. The officers involved finally stopped the car and injured both “men” with multiple shots.

Izirarry is suing the agencies involved for excessive use of source. No, really. Here’s the article on azcentral.com: Getaway driver in Gilbert officer’s slaying sues police.

Here are my thoughts on the matter: the police officers involved were ineffective in their use of well-placed rounds. If they HAD been well-placed, there would be no inmate suing the agencies. (If this lawsuit goes through, I may have to sue the same agencies for not using enough force.) The lack of accuracy is going to cost the state of Arizona hundreds of thousands of tax dollars to feed, clothe, and house Izirarry for the rest of his natural life, and the legal fees to defend against this frivolous lawsuit (and others sure to follow if this precedent is allowed to be set) aren’t going to be insignificant either.

Officers, you are being paid to serve and protect. I suggest you spend more time on the range to sharpen your abilities, and save the tax payers long-term dollars in the process.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, I used to drive a truck. It was after the era of the Good Buddies, but before so much government regulations you have to have a permit from each state you are thinking about driving through for the next week in order to sneeze. The time when log books were paper and as truthful as a campaign speech.

One fine January morning, having driven all night, I pulled into a truck stop, fueled the truck, grabbed some grub, and jumped back into the seat. As I was pulling back onto the interstate in Kentucky, headed west, the news broke over the radio and the CB – Shuttle Challenger had exploded after launch; all were feared lost.

I was a big fan of the space program. Had been ever since we landed on the moon in ’72, I think – and I didn’t get in trouble for having my little AM radio turned on, listening to the news, in class, while the landing was happening. The teacher had a mixed look on her face – “why you little – what a wonderful learning experience” and she held the radio high so everyone could hear the news. Now that I mention it, I don’t recall seeing that radio after that …

ANYway – out on the road, dead silence on the CB (which was a minor miracle in and of itself), then something happened that probably hasn’t happened freely since – the trucks started forming a procession at the posted speed limit. Wherever they were headed, they would start grouping up and rolling along, lights and flashers on, and talking back and forth about what had happened. Most of us had a crush on Christa – that cute teacher chick that was going to ride to the outer reaches of earth. All of the astronauts were mentioned, talked about, their careers mulled over. Truckers, having a lot of time, tend to be more informed than most people would like to admit. We have hours and hours in which to turn over every detail of a news item, and dissection of the news was a pastime for most. Sports stats? Baby steps. Knowing who is sitting in what capacity in the government, and their decisions? No problem. Following the careers of major players in the space program? Hobby!

As the day turned into evening again, the procession I was in had grown to well over three thousand trucks, according to the news van driving alongside and talking to us on the CB. Now and then trucks would pull off to get fuel, but then would drop back into line in the same procession, even after taking the 45 minutes to an hour to get fueled, paid, fed, and back up to speed. As we approached certain states known for their overzealous application of traffic laws on trucks, we would notice a sudden lack of police anywhere. I think they were afraid of us. The procession kept going, a huge blob of trucks stretching out through several states – and since I”m talking western states (where the counties are bigger than the eastern states) you know I”m talking about a lot of trucks. The second evening, the head of the procession was approaching California. Normally, midweek like this, the scales would have been open and weighing everything that looked like a commercial vehicle – but again, no scales were open, and the only sign of law enforcement were the tail lights of the cruisers as they departed the interstates.

No, we didn’t “accomplish” anything – except to honor those who lost their lives that day, twenty five years ago. And, it seems we scared the punk out of quite a few cops, too. None of them wanted to mess with that many trucks all at once.

Twenty five years. Man, I’m feeling old today.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!