A report just came across my afternoon local newscast about a shooting at a Knoxville TN high school. No details, possible multiple victims.
Yup. Another shooting at a Gun Free Death Zone (GFDZ). Will the #LIBTARD gun-grabbing hoplophobes EVER see the correlation? If not, then they are truly just mentally retarded.
I was reminded of today's anniversary by my fellow blogger at Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated with his daily posts on "Today In History." In today's post, we are reminded of the first launch of a crewed space shuttle, Columbia STS-1. This is also an important date in my personal history.
I enlisted in the US Army Reserves on December 3, 1980 in the delayed entry program. I was nearing the end of my first semester at Hartford State Technical College, and wasn't doing so hot. But this type of enlistment was going to let me do both, staying in college and serving in the reserves.
Halfway through my second semester, it was obvious college life was not for me. I contacted my recruiter at the recruiting office in Enfield, CT and told him to cancel the delayed entry and get me in as soon as was possible. I was told it would be mid-April and I immediately dropped out of school. I never regretted doing that, what I did regret was not moving from the reserves into the regular army.
Early on the morning of April 12, 1981 my Dad dropped me and my bag off at the AFEES (Armed Forces Examination and Entry Station) located in the main US Postal Building on Main Street in Springfield, MA. While waiting in the holding area, there was a television on and of course, every network (there were only 3 after all) was broadcasting live from Cape Canaveral. I watched the launch hoping it would go OK. You see, the original launch was supposed to be April 10th but it got scrubbed. It was such an ungainly looking spacecraft I didn't see how it was possibly going to work as expected. There had been a few years of test flights launching from the back of a 747. But then, I'm not a rocket scientist so what do I know?
I spent that morning finalizing paperwork, getting a physical, and reciting my Oath of Enlistment. The next item was getting lunch, which was on Uncle Sam next door at the White Hut burger stand. It would be my last meal as a civilian for the next few months. In mid-afternoon, I boarded a bus bound for Fort Dix, NJ where we arrived in the early evening. Because we were fresh off the bus and going into the "in processing" area, we were given a USGI boxed lunch for supper, which was most likely a bologna and cheese sandwich, a bag of chips, and a can of soda. It was then the usual welcome to the Army we are all familiar with. A half dozen drill sergeants moving around the holding area screaming at everyone, having to dump your bags on the floor looking for contraband, and then packing all your stuff back up for the double time to the barracks. After a restless nights sleep, boot camp started in earnest!
The bell restoration is finished. Below is the turn knob and escutcheon plate caked in a century's worth of thick brown paint before stripping.
And here is the same assembly restored back to the original brass.
All the mechanicals have been taken completely apart, cleaned, reassembled, and lubed with a light bearing lubricant. I put the bell in my vise to hold it so I could ring it while shooting a quick video.
That bell had not worked in decades. I remember it worked when I was a kid, but in later years the knob just spun because the gears were out of alignment. Now I need to go out and purchase some decent wood to construct the display mount. I will then need to go to a trophy shop to have the engraved brass plaques made up.
We had on The CBS Sunday Morning show, being bombarded with all the LIBTARD propaganda an alphabet legacy network can spew. In between of course were the commercials and PSA's encouraging jab participation. Their final story was of NIH Director Dr. Francis Collins that is also an evangelical, and that getting jabbed shows you "love your neighbor." Fuck off, pal I love myself first, and won't partake in self-harm.
I have no idea (and neither does "science") what the long term effects of getting the jab are, like 5, 10, or more years from now. What I do know is my wife and I will be casual observers, not participating lab rats. One possible scenario I pose is being exposed to something that reacts badly with the new RNA instructions and creates a zombie apocalypse. I know... crazy, but in my view just as plausible in the realm of unknowns and experimental goo jabs.
So I told a friend of mine that got the jab my theory, and asked him not to hold it against me when I have to doubletap him when he approaches me, arms out, drooling, and mumbling, "BRAINS!"
He said he would forgive me.