Well, Which Is It?

This post was inspired by a line of text that came across the Newsmax crawler earlier this morning, about Biden "speaking to" the inventor of insulin... that died before he was born.

Is (p)Resident Gropey Poopy-Pants simply following the Killary play book, or something else? Dementia? Time travel?

Biden Spoke To Inventor of Insulin... that died BEFORE he was even born!!

For a trip down memory lane, let's revisit the campaign of 2008, where the claims of Hillary Clinton being named after Sir Edmond Hillary resurfaced upon the passing of Sir Edmond Hillary in January of 2008 at age 88. The story originated from claims of the same bullshit for the previous decade.

Article About Hillary's "Whopper" From Gateway Pundit

The problem is one of timing. Edmond Hillary and his Sherpa guide Tenzig Norgay of Nepal made their successful ascent of Mount Everest on May 29, 1953. Prior to that, Edmond Hillary was a mountain climber and explorer, and if you were a reader of National Geographic magazine you may have heard of him. It was the reaching of the summit of Everest that made him famous and got him knighted by Queen Elizabeth II on June 6, 1953, earning the title Sir Edmond Hillary. The problem is one of timing for Killary's fable, because she was born October 26, 1947 six years before the general public ever heard of him. Certainly no American parents were naming their children after him. No time travel ability would be possible to explain that piece of baloney.

Biden was born on November 20, 1942. The discoverer of the hormone insulin, Sir Frederick Banting died on February 20, 1941 at age 49... a full 21 months earlier. Obviously a famous doctor is not going to have a conversation with a newborn infant, nor would the infant be able to recall it, so the 21 months would have to be added to the former age of adulthood which was 21, meaning at the earliest November 20, 1963. THAT is quite a stretch of time. And truth.

So the question becomes, is Gropey Joe; A) following Killary's playbook by pretending to have an association with a famous person that ACTUALLY accomplished something, B) having false memories conjured up by the defective gray matter sloshing around in his skull, C) or using government secret time travel and he said something he wasn't supposed to from a different time line?

I'm actually going with "B" since that also explains all his other gaffes and antics.

6 Hours On Generator Today

At just a hair past 05:00 this morning, I had just gone downstairs to continue getting ready for work, while my wife was still asleep upstairs. Packing breakfast and lunch for work, making coffee, cleaning out the chicken coop and letting the birds out for the day, and hitting the bathroom before heading out the door. Whoops... I am now standing in a pitch dark kitchen because the power just went out. I knew I had a battery operated (and super bright) LED lantern and a large beam flashlight in the cabinet above the stove. I used the screen on my cell phone to locate them and used the lantern to light up the kitchen. I packed up my food and then headed out to the chicken coop. Since my fire pager did not go off for either a car versus pole M.V.A. or a tree with wires down, I thought it was probably an outage out of town, meaning a larger outage than just my neighborhood since I am familiar with the power distribution scheme. At that point, I was hoping the power would come back on and I would not have to set up the generator.

Since the power was out, it was all dark down at the chicken coop, so I wore my old work hardhat with an attached headlamp. When I got back up to the house it was obvious that power was not coming back any time soon, and in order for my wife to be able to get ready for work, the generator was going to have to come out. It lives safe and sound in the garage, so I wheeled it out to its spot. I keep it full of fresh fuel and run it for 15 minutes under load every quarter for preventative maintenance, so it is always ready. First, I went down to the electrical panel and turned off the breakers for unneeded loads, and heavy loads that need to be turned on one at a time. I went outside to connect the 30A power cable and clamped the ground cable to the ground rod. The engine fired right up and came up to RPM with no load. I went back to the basement to throw the whole house transfer switch and load the generator. I then added the heavy stuff like the water pump, boiler, and extra refrigerator and the freezer. As I came up the basement stairs my sleepy eyed wifey was coming down to the kitchen because the engine noise woke her and the dogs up. I finished up by covering the generator sensitive electrical areas with a large plastic can liner because it was heavily drizzling, and went back in to finish getting ready for work and making my coffee. I left and she was able to get ready for work as normal. Before she left, I had her put eyes on the electric meter. If it was lit up and power was back, I'd have her shut down and switch to street power. Nope, still out, so I had her just leave it running. I work so close to the house that I could run home to shut down or refuel if necessary.

The power company's online outage map initially showed 70 outages in town, but around 10:30 that jumped to 314. I only checked because the power went out at the firehouse and the automatic generator kicked on. They apparently had to shut down a larger area to make repairs. Around 11:30, the generator shut down and the firehouse had commercial power again. Right after that, I got the text message from the power company stating power at my house was restored. I was able to run home, shut down the generator and stow it in the garage, and put the transfer switch back to street power and restore all the breakers. I updated the generator log book to reflect the run times for the 6 hours it ran. When I get home after shift, I will drain the remaining fuel from the generator tank, dump it into my pickup truck, and replace it with fresh. Going forward I will be rotating all my stored generator fuel by burning it in our vehicles. I rotate out all my stored fuel in less than a year. It is stored using Sta-Bil 360 which is a gasoline stabilizer and ethanol treatment. I have been doing this for almost 18 years, and never had an issue with skunky gas for any of my power equipment.

Oh How I Hate This

Holding Court; and I don't mean in a legal sense, presided over by a judge.

Definition: a person that is the center of attention, surrounded by an audience of others that listen with great interest to every word.

"Jim is in the conference room holding court again."

It happens a lot at the firehouse. Every time I see it starting, I bolt. The worst offender is someone that grates on just about everyone in the department, yet when he starts they sit there listening to old repeated stories. It's like they're afraid to get up and walk out.

So prompting tonight's post was Halloween standby and Trick Or Treat at the firehouse. Sure enough, you know who was here and holding court down the hall. He was so loud I had to close the door to the TV room because he was drowning out the TV. Trick Or Treat ended at 9 PM, so the last hour will be nice and quiet.

Field Day At The Club

Yesterday was the Field Day event at my club. This event is not open to the public, only to members and their guests. The intention is to have a replacement for the old Turkey Shoots which have fallen out of popularity and attendance since before I joined. Instead of just a simple turkey shoot, it also includes pistol bullseye, trap, and archery, as well as a buffet food service. Tickets are $20 and include all you can eat plus 5 rounds at whatever event(s) you choose. Additional rounds cost two bucks each. As usual, I showed up a couple of hours before start time to work in the kitchen and did not head out to shoot until the food was put out at about 11:30. The only event I participated in was the pistol bullseye shoot. None of the others interest me, nor do I have the equipment for them.

For my shooting I chose to only do small bore meaning .22LR, and brought my Browning Buckmark URX as well as my 1935 vintage S & W K-22 Outdoorsman revolver equipped with Pachmyr Presentation grips. I never liked the standard wood grip, feeling like it was too small for my hands. The originals are stored in a cookie tin full of spare parts. I used all 5 of my "free" rounds in Round 1. Bullseye targets were an "X" drawn corner to corner with a Sharpie on a 4"x6" index card at 12 yards. Ammo was a partial box of CCI MiniMag HP. I knew I would not need much ammo so I didn't bring much. My plan was two cards with the Browning and two with the S & W, and the 5th and following cards would be with whichever gun I did better with. That turned out to be firing the S & W in single action using a modified Weaver Stance, and got me the win for $15 of prize money in Round 1. My best shot was dead center of the "X" and the next closest shooter was off by a good 3/8". All of my shots were close to center, and with 3 shots per card I would stop shooting a card when I was done with three shots, or close enough for a possible win. I packed up my stuff and headed to the clubhouse for a quick lunch. Afterwards, I returned to the range for some more fun.

The event could gave been better attended, translating to more rounds of shooting. I purchased two more bullseye cards for $2 a piece for Round 2 and shot really well heading for another win... until the range chairman shot. My best shot was just barely to the right of the center of the "X". He was shooting a borrowed compact semi-auto .22LR and was all over the place on the target cards, until his last lucky shot... dead center of the "X". Oh well, can't win `em all, and I was pleased with my marksmanship for the day. Since there were no other shooters for small bore, there were no additional rounds. I headed back to the clubhouse to clean up and put away leftovers. There wasn't much leftovers, and the pasta with meat sauce and garlic bread will get used up at an executive board meeting this week. There was enough of the kielbasa and sauerkraut left for only two portions, so I put it in a Ziploc bag and brought it home for the wife, which was appreciated. As always, I invited her to the club for the event, but she declined. There were many females there shooting and that is one of her fears about attending.

WTF Is This Shit??

I watch reruns on TBS in the early evening after work while having dinner and doing stuff in the family room. Big Bang Theory, Family Guy, Young Sheldon, sometimes a movie, whatever. Starting this evening, TBS began broadcasting commercials for the dead fentanyl consuming thug criminal from Minneapolis' foundation named in his honor and starring the sister. I will not name said thug criminal or link to the foundation. I'm sure you can figure out who I mean since he was the most recently canonized saint.

 

Fuck that rotten piece of shit and his whole damn family.