More D/S/C Propaganda

This morning on my local Fox affiliate they referred to Doomberg's "Everytown" as a gun safety organization. BULLSHIT! Unless you make the stretch from reality and count complete civilian disarmament as some kind of safety measure.

In reality that only ensures safety for tyrannical dictators and their police state, as well as the criminal thug element. Certainly not for those of us citizen patriots looking to maintain "the security of a free state."

A Nice Outing, But Cut Short

Friday is my normal day off, and my wife suggested taking our kayaks out this afternoon. We are backed up with Hello Fresh meals, so I suggested I make a nice big lunch and we go after that. It was really hot and humid with a heat index approaching 100, so an afternoon paddling and swimming would be refreshing. The meal I made was a pork loin with cherry jam, a carrot and apple slaw, and scallion mashed potatoes. I cleaned up the kitchen and loaded up the boats, and a cooler with drinks. A quick stop at the firehouse to get ice for the cooler and we were off. Our destination was Bigelow Hollow State Park and Lake Mashapaug.

As we got into Union it was obvious that a heavy rain shower had come through. When we got to the launch area, everything was dripping wet, but the sun was back out and blazing away. The thunder was in the distance to the east and moving away. We unloaded the truck and got the kayaks set up to launch. I parked the truck and off we went.

We paddled out of the cove where the boat launch is and to the left along the south shore. We went in and out of a couple of other coves ending up on the little island at the end of a sandbar. We decided to hang out there because the wild blueberries that grow on the island and along the shoreline are late this year due to the overly wet weather. We picked the ripe ones we could find for breakfast tomorrow... blueberry pancakes. We went for a swim on the sandbar for a while and then noticed the darkening skies to the north. A quick check of the radar showed a line of thunderstorms heading east right towards us. A quick pack up and we started paddling with purpose back to the boat launch. Now we're hearing thunder but not everyone is heading in. Oh well.

We got to shore, loaded up, and out of there in a few short minutes but the storms were coming in fast. The rain was coming down in buckets by the time we hit the main road and the wind had picked up. Vivid lightning and instantly booming thunder said it was right on top of us. I pity those still on the water that did not make haste getting in, but you can't fix stupid.

Old School Series - Part 6, A Little Family Story

This post is inspired by a photo in a post courtesy of fellow blogger Tam over at View From The Porch. 

Promo shot from "Smokey And The Bandit"

My Mom loved that movie and Burt Reynolds, and REALLY loved that car. She kept telling my Dad

she wanted one for Christmas. This was decades before Lexus made that a thing. My Dad never

said no, but kinda the "we'll see about that" type of vagary. Then came Christmas morning.

At the end of the opening of presents, my Dad hands my Mom a small gift wrapped package

containing a velvet covered jewelry type box. Inside was a brand new set of GM keys. My Mom's

eyes got as big as dinner plates and she actually squealed like a little girl. My Dad told her to go

look in the garage. Sitting in the garage where my Mom's car normally was sat a brand new Trans Am. Unfortunately for Mom, it was an 8" long plastic toy car version. Dad had her car moved to the

neighbor's house the night before when she wasn't looking, and had the keys made up at a dealership. Instead of being mad, Mom knew it would be impossible to afford the real car and loved her present. That car sat on her desk at the bank until she retired. I don't know what ever happened to it, but I know she treasured it until her death in 2010.

 

Not the exact version, but the closest photo I can find of the one Mom received

 

The fact that Mom didn't actually receive the real car probably extended her life a good 30 years. You see, Mom was a VERY aggressive driver, and when she was driving Dad left his fingernail marks in the dashboard. She would have pushed that car hard, emulating her idol Burt from the movie, I just know it. It would have shortened her life in the same way handing a 16 year old kid that just got their license a brand new high performance 1100cc sport bike would.

Oh Yeah? Come Get Me!

So supposedly, the Xiden Administration, using their DOJ goons, are going to target as "extremist" anyone who questions the 2020 elections on-line or in social media. So here you go (p)Resident Dopey Gropey...

THE ELECTION WAS STOLEN. YOUR PARTY CHEATED AT EVERY LEVEL IN EVERY STATE. YOU ARE ILLEGITIMATE.

Let's dance, motherfuckers

I Did Not Think It Was Possible

To despise and distrust the federal government more than I did during the two terms of (p)Resident Obungo, or Slick Willy before that. But here we are, only 175 days into the Gropey Joe Xiden term and my hatred of anything federal is completely off the charts. Other than filing my tax return, I will have no further interaction with any of them. The reasons are numerous and I am not going to bother listing them because it would sound similar to the list of grievances against George III in The Declaration of Independence.

What prompted this post is the announcement and the leaked details of these federal pukes going door-to-door to discuss jab status. They'll probably include personnel qualified to jab you on the spot if you knuckle under to the "pressure". The fact is, I am possibly facing a situation I don't want and it will most likely end badly. I don't usually dwell or worry about things, but this is on my mind and has me in "Condition Yellow" about it. As it says in my bio I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE! Hopefully it will be such a colossal failure before it gets to me that the program will be dissolved.