Tuesday, November 04, 2014

'Nother Little Rapist Gets Caught...

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, please look at the defendant over there, in the orange jumpsuit.

 His name is Daniel Holtzclaw, but his street name is "The Claw." He is accused of sexually abusing eight -- count them, EIGHT -- women of color here in Oklahoma City.

Look at those piggish, dull, little eyes:

You can tell, just by looking at him, that he's nothing more than a muscle-bound thug.

He had his own peculiar little way of committing his crimes. Instead of just a normal, "legitimate" rape, The Claw just wanted each woman to take his penis in her mouth. He didn't have to ejaculate or anything, he just wanted to degrade them, to demonstrate his power over them. He would often re-visit and re-assault his victims.

Oh, you may be asking yourselves, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, how this little bastard was able to gain control over his victims.

This is how:

Yes, The Claw was a police officer. Sworn to protect and defend us, he instead used his authority to oppress and victimize.

His family is demanding "the same rights under the law as any other citizen," which means w.e can shoot his ass, I suppose.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I'm In The Mood...

... for In The Mood...

... and for In The Mood...

... and for In The Mood...

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Law Enforcement

Ferguson, MO, 2014

Those three hard-hitting All-American Military Fighting Men are fro--- what? They're not active military? They're cops?

They're police officers?

Crap, they look like Marine Expeditionary Forces guys heading into Baghdad.

No wonder they're busy killing dogs and 90-year-old women and 19-year-old kids. They think they're playing G.I. Joe.

They get all this high-falutin' military hardware from Uncle Sam as part of the "War on Terra" -- despite the fact that Ferguson, MO, is not a terribly likely target for Haji al-Kahbuum -- so they feel the need to play with it when they get bored.

Kinda like the bad old days:

Birmingham, AL, 1963 
I guess I was really lucky: my stint in law enforcement came between these two periods, during the 70s and 80s when most cops -- not all, but most -- tried to be decent citizens, and tried to respect their fellow man.
Yeah, we had some gang issues and drug issues and of course the tail end of Vietnam and Watergate, but for the most part, the cops tried to be decent.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

Coming back -- slowly -- from the dark places.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

I saw a piece in The Week (no link cause they don't have it on their website yet) about a guy who got a brain implant to control his OCD. According to the article, the guy became "a fanatical Johnny Cash fan."

Of course, that made me think of this:

Friday, May 23, 2014

What JP Sez...

... here...

(And if you have some coin to spare for JP and his missus, please feel free to help them out.)

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Only in America...

... where the religious right-wing whackjobs are getting closer and closer to absolute power...

... would we have a moronic game show...

... based on the Holy Bible...

... and hosted by Jeff "I'm Dumber Than a 5-Year-Old" Foxworthy.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

More from the Master...

Should be one of my anthems...

And here. For you, such a bonus I have...

Friday, March 28, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

THIS IS MUSIC... not like the crap kids listen to these days...

That's also real live honest-ta-God dancing, not the spasmodic seizure activity today's kids call dancing.

The full show -- all 1:36:00 of it -- is here.

(I liked the one comment on You Tube that said, "One of my friends thought Jump Jive and Wail was Drunken Driving make Bail")

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music...

... because music is a serious business.

A very serious business.

Yup, Mnozil Brass.

Thursday, March 20, 2014


Strength, my friends, is finite. Yes, I suppose it is possible to rebuild strength, but that takes a village. There are no villages left, just cities where millions live cheek by jowl, never knowing their neighbors, never seeing the poor and disadvantaged. 

There are those among us who are strong, who are bastions of hope when the entire world is turning to shit. There are those we turn to for comfort, for a friendly pat on the back, for a warm hug that says “things suck right now, but they will get better.” 

We expect these men and women to be better than we are, to have the strength of Superman and the wisdom of Solomon, to overcome all the obstacles, to be immune from the things that terrify us. We expect them, often, to protect us from ourselves, and to save us when we do immensely stupid things. We ask them to put others ahead of themselves (and their families), we expect them to drop everything when they’re needed, yet we also expect them to be invisible when they’re not needed. 

But these people are not automatons, they’re not robots. They’re human, like us, but they’ve seen and heard and smelled things no normal being should ever be exposed to. They’ve seen charred lumps that used to be children, they’ve held friends screaming away the last few seconds of life as their blood drains onto the ground, they’ve heard the anguished cries of new widows and orphans. 

Yet these protectors are not allowed to show emotions. They cannot show terror or disgust, they must “be strong,” for us. They must sublimate their feelings, their very humanity, for us. They must be more than human, for us. They must be the adults, comforting us in our fears, for us. 

And when these pillars of strength have exhausted themselves, when they can no longer go on, when they cannot bear to see one more tiny corpse, we abandon them. We say, “You were strong for others, now you must be strong for yourself.” Sometimes, we are even worse: “What have you done for us today?” 

When they have reached the end of their rope, when we find them whimpering in a corner, or hanging from a beam, or with a gun clenched in a cold, stiff hand, we ask, “What happened? He was so strong!” 

It’s simple, really. We asked a human being to be more than a human being, to be an immortal, to be a god. 

They tried, you know. Lord knows, they TRIED. 

But when THEY needed help, when THEY needed strength, when THEY needed comfort…


… the well was dry.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Tell Me Again Who REALLY Supports Our Troops?

There is yet another picture going around the internet, showing 6 big-name Republicans who declined to serve their country in the Armed Forces:

That reminded me of this list, showing Dems and Repubs, and their military service history (or lack thereof). I added the amazing Tammy Duckworth, who lost both legs (and was still called a "slacker")

  • Richard Gephardt: Air National Guard, 1965-71.
  • Tammy Duckworth: Army National Guard, 2004; Purple Heart; lost both legs, may lose right arm.      
  • David Bonior: Staff Sgt., Air Force 1968-72.
  • Tom Daschle: 1st Lt., Air Force SAC 1969-72.
  • Al Gore: enlisted Aug. 1969; sent to Vietnam Jan. 1971 as an army journalist in 20th Engineer Brigade.
  • Bob Kerrey: Lt. j.g . Navy 1966-69; Medal of Honor, Vietnam.
  • Daniel Inouye: Army 1943-47; Medal of Honor, WWII.
  • John Kerry: Lt., Navy 1966-70; Silver Star, Bronze Star with Combat V, Purple Hearts.
  • Charles Rangel: Staff Sgt., Army 1948-52; Bronze Star, Korea.
  • Max Cleland: Captain, Army 1965-68; Silver Star & Bronze Star, Vietnam. Paraplegic from war injuries. Served in Congress.
  • Ted Kennedy: Army, 1951-53.
  • Tom Harkin: Lt., Navy, 1962-67; Naval Reserve, 1968-74.
  • Jack Reed: Army Ranger, 1971-1979; Captain, Army Reserve 1979-91.
  • Fritz Hollings: Army officer in WWII; Bronze Star and seven campaign ribbons.
  • Leonard Boswell: Lt. Col., Army 1956-76; Vietnam, DFCs, Bronze Stars,and Soldier's Medal.
  • Pete Peterson: Air Force Captain, POW. Purple Heart, Silver Star and Legion of Merit.
  • Mike Thompson: Staff sergeant, 173rd Airborne, Purple Heart.
  • Bill McBride: Candidate for Fla. Governor. Marine in Vietnam; Bronze Star with Combat V.
  • Gray Davis: Army Captain in Vietnam, Bronze Star.
  • Pete Stark: Air Force 1955-57
  • Chuck Robb: Vietnam
  • Howell Heflin: Silver Star
  • George McGovern: Silver Star & DFC during WWII.
  • Bill Clinton: Did not serve. Student deferments. Entered draft but received #311.
  • Jimmy Carter: Seven years in the Navy.
  • Walter Mondale: Army 1951-1953
  • John Glenn: WWII and Korea; six DFCs and AirMedal with 18 Clusters.
  • Tom Lantos: Served in Hungarian underground in WWII. Saved by Raoul Wallenberg.
REPUBLICANS (and these are the guys sending people to war):
  • Dick Cheney: did not serve. Several deferments, the last by marriage.
  • Dennis Hastert: did not serve.
  • Tom Delay: did not serve.
  • Roy Blunt: did not serve.
  • Bill Frist: did not serve.
  • Mitch McConnell: did not serve.
  • Rick Santorum: did not serve.
  • Trent Lott: did not serve.
  • John Ashcroft: did not serve. Seven deferments to teach business.
  • Jeb Bush: did not serve.
  • Karl Rove: did not serve.
  • Saxby Chambliss: did not serve. "Bad knee." The man who attacked Max Cleland's patriotism.
  • Paul Wolfowitz: did not serve.
  • Vin Weber: did not serve.
  • Richard Perle: did not serve.
  • Douglas Feith: did not serve.
  • Eliot Abrams: did not serve.
  • Richard Shelby: did not serve.
  • Jon Kyl: did not serve.
  • Tim Hutchison: did not serve.
  • Christopher Cox: did not serve.
  • Newt Gingrich: did not serve.
  • Don Rumsfeld: served in Navy (1954-57) as flight instructor.
  • george w. bush: failed to complete his six-year National Guard; got assigned to Alabama so he could campaign for family friend running for U.S. Senate.
  • Ronald Reagan: due to poor eyesight, served in a non- combat role making movies.
  • Bob Dornan: Consciously enlisted after fighting was over in Korea.
  • Phil Gramm: did not serve.
  • John McCain: Vietnam POW, Silver Star, Bronze Star, Legion of Merit, Purple Heart and Distinguished Flying Cross.
  • Dana Rohrabacher: did not serve.
  • John M. McHugh: did not serve.
  • JC Watts: did not serve.
  • Jack Kemp: did not serve. "Knee problem, " although continued in NFL for 8 years as quarterback.
  • Dan Quayle: Journalism unit of the Indiana National Guard.
  • Rudy Giuliani: did not serve.
  • George Pataki: did not serve.
  • Spencer Abraham: did not serve.
  • John Engler: did not serve.
  • Lindsey Graham: National Guard lawyer.
  • Arnold Schwarzenegger: AWOL from Austrian army base.
  • Sean Hannity: did not serve.
  • Rush Limbaugh: did not serve (4-F with a 'pilonidal cyst.')
  • Bill O'Reilly: did not serve.
  • Michael Savage: did not serve.
  • George Will: did not serve.
  • Chris Matthews: did not serve.
  • Paul Gigot: did not serve.
  • Bill Bennett: did not serve.
  • Pat Buchanan: did not serve.
  • John Wayne: did not serve.
  • Bill Kristol: did not serve.
  • Kenneth Starr: did not serve.
  • Antonin Scalia: did not serve.
  • Clarence Thomas: did not serve.
  • Ralph Reed: did not serve.
  • Michael Medved: did not serve.
  • Charlie Daniels: did not serve.
  • Ted Nugent: did not serve. (He only shoots at things that don't shoot back.)

Sunday, February 23, 2014

I'm NOT Lovin' It...

Over the years, I've commented now and then on some of the legal issues facing McDonalds. I guess, in many ways, they're no better and no worse than many other large corporations.

Except a lot of them -- perhaps most -- support their local emergency services.

Not McDonalds.

A McDonalds franchisee in upstate New York fired an employee for paying for firefighters' meals out of her own pocket.

She didn't steal the food, she (and a couple of other workers) paid out of their own pockets.

Food's better at Burger King, anyway.
McDonalds management is claiming that the firing had nothing to do with the firefighters; they're claiming Levia swore at supervisors and was otherwise insubordinate... possibly by pointing out that management often gave free meals to police officers.
So now, MickyD's has lost an 8-year veteran employee, pissed off the firefighters in the area, pissed off the cops (cause now they're not gonna get freebies, either), the franchisee has been exposed as a hypocrite, and McDonalds has yet another black eye.
I will not patronize McDonalds until this mess is straightened out, and I would ask you to do the same.

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music... or... Paddle Faster, I Hear...


Because someone has to do it.

Day Late and A Dollar Short

Talk about being out of it... Yesterday marked my ninth anniversary as a blogger.

Still not the Great Orange Satan or Mr. Heh, Indeed, but I'm still having fun, folks are still stopping by and commenting, and we're all still fighting the good fight.

To the folks like Badtux, Jurassic Pork, Mustang Bobby, the Dark Wraith, skippy, Firestarter 5 -- the ones who gave me encouragement early on -- thank you for your support.

To the folks who left comments -- even those critical of my posts, as long as they were thought out -- I appreciate the feedback.

To the emergency services bloggers I've linked to more recently, thank you as well.

If it weren't for you folks, this blog would have perished years ago, as so many others did.

Saturday, February 01, 2014

What TPM Says...

... via Attaturk at Rising Hegemon:

As many as 17,000 Americans will die directly as a result of states deciding not to expand Medicaid under Obamacare, according to a new study.

Researchers from Harvard University and City University of New York have estimated that between 7,115 and 17,104 deaths will be "attributable to the lack of Medicaid expansion in opt-out states" in a study published in Health Affairs.

"The results were sobering," Samuel Dickman, one of the authors, said, according to the  Morning Call. "Political decisions have consequences, some of them lethal."

My wife will be one of those 17,000.

Ask me again how I feel about Fat-Ass Paul LePage, he of more chins than a Chinatown phone book.

Yes, please, Fat-Ass... hold your breath till you turn blue,
then die, you miserable murdering scumbubble.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

Found these young ladies -- "The Four Quarters" -- while looking for something on YouTube. This is the music I grew up on, but with prettier voices. It's good to see kids keeping the a capella tradition alive.

Gotta admit, they sound a lot better than we did, harmonizing in the boy's room...

And since I have girls doing songs made popular by male singers, it's only fair to have the guys doing girl band songs...

"The Coats"... who are obviously secure enough in their masculinity to be this foolish...

Friday, January 17, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

... And tonight, it's really old music.

First, the Chester Fife and Drum Corps, Chester, CT:

My uncle was a member of the Corps for something like 50 years. This is not the Col. John Chester Fife and Drum Corps, by the way.

That reminded me of their near-by competitors, the Ancient Mariners Fife and Drum Corps:


Although the Ancient Mariners have more members, they are a much newer group, founded in 1959. The Chester Corps dates from 1868.

The Ancient Mariners Fife and Drum Corps reminded of the completely-unrelated Ancient Mariners Dixieland Band (from MA):

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music - Bonus

For my common-law adopted daughter, who is finishing a vacation in Hawaii...

Why, yes, that IS Ringo Starr doing the second vocal.

Yup, a bonus bonus for you. Cause I like you.

Gimme That Old Time Music

Firefighting is serious business.

So is being trained at the fire academy.

(A twelve-minute version, showing part of the training the firefighters receive, is here)

Friday, January 10, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music

For all my medical friends...

Another one,with apologies to Robert Palmer...

Yeah, About That...

Haven't yet, but with all the RWNJs out there, it's just a metter of time.


Monday, January 06, 2014

A Stolen Random Thought...

... from Mustang Bobby:

I have never seen an episode of either, so I have no idea if Downton Abbey is Duck Dynasty for the totebag contingent.

Good question...

Sunday, January 05, 2014

News From Rock Ridge...

"Badtux Johnson is RIGHT!"

"The Duckiban are coming!"

That is all.

Updated to add this comment: You know we're screwed when bin Laden looks friendlier and more reasonable.

Saturday, January 04, 2014

Gimme That Old Time Music (and a Bonus)

Cause I'm in the mood for some Leon Redbone...

And a bonus track for all those having hissy fits and getting their panties in a wad because of "teh gay marriage:"

The long version... even though they're only capable
of playing with it for 45 seconds...

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Fresh Off the Scanner...

Just heard the Augusta Police Dept. on the scanner, talking about rivers of semen flooding out of the governor's mansion, as he realizes that he is the reason 70,000 Mainers now have NO health insurance. Reports indicate that Fat-Ass Paul LePage, he of more chins than a Chinatown phone book, is ejaculating like a freakin geyser.

State officials are suddenly worried about a Kleenex shortage.

Updated to add news photograph of Governor at back door of mansion...

Stupididity Rears Its Ugly Head on Facebook

This is making the rounds on Facebook...

207,548 "Likes" as of 3:00 PM Eastern
It is truly AMAZING just how INCREDIBLY STUPID some of our fellow Americans can get.
Among the ones who "liked" it when it showed up are a couple of local people who are bitching because our own teabaggin governor, the less-than-illustrious Fat-Ass Paul LePage, he of more chins than a Chinatown phone, book threw them off MaineCare.
THESE FARGIN' ICEHOLES "LIKE" THE PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO KILL THEM, buncha Bible-thumpin', hooker-humpin', sister-marryin', rifle-rack-in-the-pickmup, duck-f***in', toothless, mouth-breathin' morans.
I wish there were some way of knowing how many folks chose "ignore"...

Happy 2014...

The lovely yet talented Mrs618 and I awoke to a glorious, bright, sunny morning, the start of a new year... and the realization that we have no medical insurance.


Our less-than-illustrious Teabaggin' Governor, Fat-Ass Paul LePage, he of more chins than a Chinatown phone book, whose entire family -- including his equally-fat-assed daughter Lauren "I Fell Out Of The Ugly Tree And Hit Every Branch On The Way Down" LePage --gets state-funded healthcare at tax payer expense, took advantage of the one part of the Affordable Care Act that the rethuglicans love.

Now that the ACA allows everyone to buy insurance on the open market, Fat-Ass was able to dump 70,000 Mainers off the roles of MaineCare, our Medicare program. The problem is, of course, one has to have the money to buy a policy on the open market, which is why the plan provides financial assistance for those making at least the Federal poverty level to 450% of the poverty level.

Those of us who are unemployed, or who otherwise fall below the poverty level do not qualify for financial assistance, so, for us, it's "AMF, YOYO"*

I doubt that any of the workers at Fat-Ass' previous employer, Marden's Junk Emporium (which makes Sanford and Son look like Neiman-Marcus) get insurance. Well, maybe one fat-assed part-time cashier did... whose Daddy just happened to be the boss.

This does explain, though, why Fat-Ass was so bound and determined to pay off the past-due Medicare payments to the hospitals. Now that they have this influx of "found money" -- cause, face it, Fat-Ass would never have paid them otherwise, preferring to use the money for tax cuts for the rich -- he can now completely screw over 70,000 Mainers.

We were at the hospital yesterday, getting one last round of blood work for Mrs618, and a bunch of us in the waiting room were talking. We agreed it seemed more crowded than usual. Then, one after another, we all said we were losing our insurance at midnight.

Guess what, Fat-Ass? Now that none of us have insurance, we'll have to wait longer before we bite the bullet when we get sick. We'll be far sicker, and we'll also be completely uninsured. You know what that means? That means the emergency room will become our primary care physician by default. We'll be a dead drain on the hospital's resources. The hospitals are, after all, required to render emergency care, regardless of the patient's ability to pay, so all the rich doctors who voted for you will see their income plummet because the hospitals have to provide minimal care for us at their own expense. You're taking money out of the pockets of the IDIOTS who voted you in. Great re-election strategy there, Fat-Ass.

About half the folks in the waiting room had voted for Fat-Ass, because they were the typical Bible-thumpin', hooker-humpin' sister-marryin', rifle-rack-in-the-pickmup, duck f***in', toothless, mouth breathin' morans who always vote Rethuglican, despite the fact that those same Rethuglicans inevitably screw them over. But most of them, yesterday, said they wouldn't vote to re-elect Fat-Ass, and a bunch of them said they wouldn't vote Rethuglican anymore period.

They even admitted that Fat-Ass did exactly what he said he would do during his campaigns: make Maine business-friendly (by cutting regulations, worker's rights, insurance costs, and social services). They were amazed that a politician -- especially a Rethuglican -- kept his word.

Fat-Ass's poorly-thought-out master stroke will also increase the drain on other social services, like fire and EMS squads. Folks will wait longer to call for help, so they'll be far sicker, requiring more intensive and expensive pre-hospital intervention. Guess who's going to wind up paying for that? Yup, the taxpayers. Hospital stays will be longer. More folks will be faced with the "heat, food, or medicine" quandary, probably resulting in increases in malnourishment and chronic hypothermia as well as more serious medical conditions.

The lovely yet talented Mrs618 has some serious, chronic medical issues. Her prescriptions -- without insurance -- run about $3,000 a month (according to the prescription labels affixed by our pharmacy).  My average monthly income is about $150.00, from the few per diem teaching gigs I can find.

Without some sort of assistance, my wife will die in less than a year.

Let me repeat that, in case you missed it:

Without some sort of assistance, my wife WILL DIE IN LESS THAN A YEAR.


Happy New Year, everyone.

* Look it up.