The Discretion of the Bureaucrat

I am very scared. Not too much personally, rather for the country as a whole. We are seeing the Chief Executive of the United States turning from a President into a dictator.

It started with the “Affordable Care Act.” The next chapter is “Net Neutrality.” In each case, onerous regulations are enacted, mostly from the power given to the Executive Branch by Congress in the phrase, “The departments tasked with enforcing this Act may issue additional regulations as needed” or words to that effect.

The Law enforces draconian laws, however, if you are willing to endear yourself to those in power (bribes, campaign contributions, doing their bidding, whatever) you can obtain a “waiver” which exempts you from said onerous law.

Through this mechanism, we depart from a nation of laws, where all are equal before the law, to most are crushed under the law, except for the privileged few who do not have to follow the law.

Then the new chapter, “Ammunition Bans.” Just because the BATFE has “decided” to ban .223/5.56 ammunition, they are going to do it. Of course, BATFE “decided” APCP (the fuel used in high power model rockets and the Space Shuttle SRBs) was an explosive, it took 20+ years of bullshit to store and use something that is clearly not an explosive.

I have more to say on this, I have to find the proper words.

Integrity is important

In the end, everything boils to your word. Did you speak the truth? Did you do what you said you were going to do? If you failed in those, what did you do? Self-disclose and do the right thing, or had it discovered by someone else, where you denied even more?

Your integrity is the record of your word. One who constantly deceives has no integrity. He cannot be trusted. You don’t have to be 100% perfect, no one is. However, if you are wrong and you don’t address it and make it right, I want nothing to do with you.

This is why I do not believe in “GLOBAL WARMING/COOLING.” I remember in the 70’s when scientists were begging the President to sprinkle coal dust over the entire Arctic ice cap to stop “GLOBAL COOLING.” Considering the screaming over “GLOBAL WARMING” we have today, imagine how much worse it would have been if we had covered the Arctic in coal dust.

I am intelligent enough to know the planet has cycles where things heat up and cool off. These cycles are thousands of years in length and the power to significantly affect them is way beyond our moral abilities. Humans trying to “stabilize” the climate is like an ant trying to stop an elephant.

Then we have this: The fiddling with temperature data is the biggest science scandal ever. The data has been “fudged.” Changed. Altered. Modified to show something that is not happening, in order to say that what is not happening really is happening.

This lie, and there is no other word for it, ruins and forever taints the word and integrity of every scientist involved in the study of the climate.

When the very data that is used is untrustworthy, because of mis-collection or outright manipulation, those who did this will never convince me that they are correct. Any chance that existed went right out the window, and we’re on the 87th floor.

If I can’t trust you, I will have nothing to do with you.


New Links

In my job, my hands are busy but my mind is mostly idle. Letting my mind roam free is a very bad thing. I have 729 songs in the playlist in my iPhone, which means I go through all of them in less than a week.

So, I looked into some podcasting. I found a Masonic one, Whence Came You. I have been doing a total binge on this, and I am currently on episode 76. I have 103 to go before I am “current.”

I have added the website for the podcast, as well as Midnight Freemasons, where Brother Johnson is also a contributing writer.

I have added both links to my bar to the right. Enjoy!


A World Leader With Some Testicles

We all know about the two American hostages of ISIS that were beheaded. Our Glorious Leader, President Barack Obama, issued some stern words to the press about this on his way to a game of golf.

Earlier this week, ISIS executed a Jordainian fighter pilot by immolation and King Abdullah II is pissed. He ordered the immediate execution of two ISIS linked prisoners and flew home from the United States early. He is commencing to step up airstrikes and I am willing to bet that’s just the start.
He learned how to properly deal with terrorists.

In Beruit back in the 80’s, twenty-five Americans were captured and held, some for years. Some were killed.

During that time, four Soviet diplomats were taken hostage, all at the same time. One was killed, the other three were released unharmed within a month.

Why the difference?

This story might explain. Here’s part of it:

The incident began when four Soviet diplomats were kidnaped last September by Muslim extremists who demanded that Moscow pressure the Syrian government to stop pro-Syrian militiamen from shelling rival Muslim positions in the northern Lebanese city of Tripoli.

The militiamen, the Jerusalem paper said, did not cease their attacks, and the body of one of the Soviet diplomats, Arkady Katkov, was found a few days later in a field in Beirut.

So, the extremists were playing tough. The KGB was tougher:

The KGB then apparently kidnaped and killed a relative of an unnamed leader of the Shias’ Hezbollah (Party of God) group, a radical, pro-Iranian group that has been suspected of various terrorist activities against Western targets in Lebanon.

Parts of the man’s body, the paper said, were then sent to the Hezbollah leader with a warning that he would lose other relatives in a similar fashion if the three remaining Soviet diplomats were not immediately released. They were quickly freed.

The newspaper quoted “observers in Jerusalem” as saying: “This is the way the Soviets operate. They do things–they don’t talk. And this is the language Hezbollah understands.”

I like a leader that has brass balls the size of shotputs that go klang klang klang when he walks.

You can’t negotiate with people like this. They want us dead and no amount of talking will dissuade them from that goal.

You have to kill the bastard. Make it clear to them that you will kill them, their wife, parents and children, their pet goat and camels and the rest of their family out to their 12th cousin twice removed.

In order to make sure that his countrymen make sure we don’t deal with the terrorists, you erase the terrorists village. Kill everybody and everything, all the way down to bacteria, and the five nearest villages as well. That should incentivize some self-policing.

Force is the only thing they understand. Raw, unmitigated, unstoppable, overwhelming force that could easily be confused with the wrath of God.

I have no doubt our testicleless Glorious Leader would never do such a thing. More’s the pity.


I’m Not Dead Yet!

I have been wanting to post, however I have had a bunch of irons in the fire and just haven’t had the time. I’m putting in 40 hours a week at work, running the lodge, helping my bride with her issues and a ton more stuff.

I do have several articles “on the hook” that I am working toward finishing and posting them. I have more research to do before releasing them.

Extreme Idiocy

I hate passive-aggressiveness. Hate it, hate it, hate it. That being said, there are times when this is the proper course of action.

I have an acquaintenance who has been deemed “extremely mission-critical” by his boss. This man is so essential to business, he is to show up to work if he is sick, where his boss will make the determination if he is sick enough or not. If he is “sick enough,” he will be sent to the doctor to be trated and for a note.

Abraham Lincoln, in Star Trek TOS remarked, “You should give your opponent what he wants, just not the way he wants it.”

So, I had the following thought exercise.

DISCLAIMER: I do not advocate the actual execution of this suggested course of action, or any variation thereof.

First of all, you should create a situation where you have to stand over your boss. Be scratching your scalp constantly during this situation. When the boss asks about your scratching, remark, “Sorry I didn’t tell you. My daughter came home with head lice and we are all infested.”
So, boss man panics, as he thinks you have been dumping lice on him. He orders you to the doctor.

You return the next day with the following note, signed by your doctor:

To whom it may concern:

Let me be plain and say upfront that you are an idiot. You have unnecessarily exposed my patients to this condition, and unnecessarily exposed your employee and his family to serious illnesses from my other patients when his condition could be treated at home with OTC treatments in order for him to obtain this note.

You have also wasted my time, taking it away from my other patients to draft this note.

You may, therefore, consider this an invoice from my office for the amount of $100 for my time to draft this doctors note.

This is further notice if I have to repeat this unnecessary action for any of your employees, I will invoice your company $500 per letter.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

By the way, I used to read George Hayduke way back when.

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My Recovery Song

I have 731 songs in my iPhone. The artists go from Adam Ant to ZZ Top. Glenn Miller, Jethro Tull, Bib & Rich, Coolio, Kid Rock and a ton more.

I listen to these songs for many reasons. To laugh, to cry, to be inspired and more.

I have one Recovery Song.

This one song reminds me just how often I stared into Deaths face and I was able to walk away. I am extremely lucky I am still here. I truly believe God has kept me here for a reason. I try to live every day as an inspiration to others. It warms me whenever someone else tells me, “Because of your example, I didn’t quit.”

Here is that song.

Please come now I think I’m falling
I’m holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I’m trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

I’m looking down now that it’s over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there’s something left for me
So please come stay with me
‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking                                                                         That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

To me (YMMV), the singer believes he is at the end, and while he’s fighting for life, he’s thinking that giving up wouldn’t be that bad. Despite that, he still fights.

Fantasy vs. Reality

With the several deaths that have ensued at police hands recently, people aren’t listening to the other side. They basically agree on the major points, they just see things… differently.

Here is a video story out of Phoenix that was about a Black Rights Activist going through a live use of force scenario.

When I had a CCW license, I trained constantly. Marksmanship, practical pistol competitions and specifically what are called “shoot/no-shoot” scenarios. I used an air-powered simulation pistol with a narrow light beam and sensor in the barrel, with a system similar to the NES’s Duck Hunt.

You then watched a short video using a wall projector to simulate the exercise. When you pulled the trigger, the air piston would rack the slide (thus giving the feeling of firing a round) and flash the light. The projection screen would for 1-2 frames go black, except for a white spot to represent a proper target, generally the center of mass of the person(s) on the screen. If the weapon was aimed at the white spot, the light would reflect off of it and back to the sensor in the weapon and tell the computer to register a kill. The computer would then play the appropriate video clip based on if you were justified in shooting and if you hit or missed.

If the person(s) on the screen made an aggressive move (such as advancing toward you and/or pulling a weapon) and you shot and hit, the video would show the person dropping. If you missed, they would shoot you and declare you “dead.” Sometimes the person would throw up his hands and surrender or run off without pulling a weapon. If shot then, you lost because your use of force was unjustified.

Police officers make split-second life-and-death decisions every day. “Armchair quarterbacks” who have days or months to analyze what happened will 99% of the time find something that the officer missed in the 0.72 seconds the officer had to decide in who lived and died. The armchair quarterbacks can also kibbutz about “Why didn’t you shoot the gun out of his hand?” or “You should have shot him in the leg to stop him instead of the head” are blowing smoke out their ass.

Unless you have had to make those kind of split-second decisions, be quiet. You have no idea what you are talking about and “should haves”  are bullshit.

Happy 2015???

While I understand the concept of “Happy New Year!” and all of the “changes” it entails, I am a bit perturbed that we must “wait” until New Years to change our lives. Never mind how most of those resolutions don’t make it to Valentines Day, but I digress.

The passage of time is part of the Universe. It is said we live in four dimensions, the three dimensions of the physical world (left and right, back and forth, up and down) and the dimension of duration. While we can revisit physical coordinates again and again, we can never have the exact components that were there before.

The measurement of time is a Human construct. In our efforts to quantify everything, we clip off durations and give names to them, so that we may accurately communicate with each other coordinates and durations.

In my personal travels, I have learned that each day, each minute, each second is a new beginning for one’s self. To make a significant life change (better or worse) you do not need to “wait” until a particular “time” to make that change. Some say, “each dawn brings forth a new day to start over.” I think 3:43:17.2 this afternoon is just as good, if not better, than sunrise tomorrow.

While we all have to get used to writing “2015” for the year (for another 364 days) on our documents, please remember, it is always “now,” and “now” is the proper time for positive change.

I do not wish “good things” to happen to you for 2015. I wish for them to happen to you for your entire duration on this plane of existence, and every subsequent plane of existence that follows, until the end of time.

Freedom Isn’t Free… Merry Christmas

While I write this, it is still a few hours before Christmas officially arrives here. However, it is already Christmas in other parts of the world.

No matter the Latitude or Longitude, you can find a US Navy warship nearby, plying the oceans, ever alert for the enemies of Freedom. From Engineering to the Bridge, Sailors stand watch, ready to maneuver into harm’s way.

The motto of the US Navy is, “Non Sibi Sed Patriae.”

Which is Latin for, “Not For Self, But For Country.”

I don’t know who wrote this. It is my Christmas offering to those who heed the call of the sea, past, present and future.

A Sailor’s Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, the ship was out steaming,
Sailors stood watch while others were dreaming.

They lived in a crowd with racks tight and small,
In a 80-man berthing, cramped one and all.

I had come down the stack with presents to give,
And to see inside just who might perhaps live.

I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stockings were hung, shined boots close at hand,
On the bulkhead hung pictures of a far distant land.

They had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
And a sober thought came into my mind.

For this place was different, so dark and so dreary,
I had found the house of a Sailor, once I saw clearly.

A Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up in a rack and dreaming of home.

The face was so gentle, the room squared away,
This was the United States Sailor today.

This was the hero I saw on TV,
Defending our country so we could be free.

I realized the families that I would visit this night,
Owed their lives to these Sailors lay willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom each day of the year,
Because of the Sailor, like the one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve on a sea, far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The Sailor awakened and I heard a calm voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice.”

“Defending the seas all days of the year,
So others may live and be free with no fear.”

I thought for a moment, what a difficult road,
To live a life guided by honor and code.

After all it’s Christmas Eve and the ship’s underway!
But freedom isn’t free and it’s sailors who pay.

The Sailor say’s to our country “be free and sleep tight,
No harm will come, not on my watch and not on this night.”

The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still,
I watched as the Sailor shivered from the night’s cold chill.

I didn’t want to leave on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

The Sailor rolled over and with a voice strong and sure,
Commanded, “Carry on Santa, It’s Christmas, and All is Secure!”