Baboons attack a car with roof luggage
A funny two minutes. As long as it’s not YOUR undies being tossed around. ROFL!
FUN: Baboons and locks; perfect together
Sunday, July 26, 2009POLITICAL: Too many trends in the wrong direction
Sunday, July 26, 2009http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=104833
Has Obama’s luck run out?
Posted: July 23, 2009 10:30 pm Eastern
Pat Buchanan
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Obama is approaching such a moment of truth.
The universal health insurance plans being advanced all appear too complex, costly and non-credible to pass both houses. The cap-and-trade carbon emissions bill, with its huge costs to be passed on to U.S. producers and consumers, as China opts out, seems an act of national masochism.
The $787 billion stimulus bill has done zip to stimulate the economy. Less than 10 percent of the money has gone out the door, which makes one wonder why it was called a stimulus package. Unemployment is at 9.5 percent, well above what the Obamaites predicted, and rising.
As worrisome is the situation in Afghanistan. The United States has 66,000 troops in country or on the way, as our NATO allies look for the exit ramp. We are seven and a half years in and the Afghan army is not remotely capable of defending the nation or regime.
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While I’m not a Buchanan-ite, one has to recognize he is a perceptive political analyst.
Bill “it’s the economy, stupid” Clinton had a Waterloo with health care. Obama seems to be heading the same way.
Ron Paul, the only true peace candidate in the last election, was laughed at for the “first thing coming home”.
Everyone can say what they want, but we are heading in the wrong direction.
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WRITING: DIOGENES OF SINOPE’S MAN (An Index Card Novel)
Sunday, July 26, 2009DIOGENES OF SINOPE’S MAN (An Index Card Novel)
Wahhabism is a sect attributed to Muhammad ibn Abd-al-Wahhab.
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Allie Ahmed Ackbar was the perfect agent. Born of a Saudi intellectual and a Scandinavian woman, he looked like a Nordic skier. Raised as a Wahhabi, he learned about all the terrible things that had been done to his people. He was determined to get revenge.
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It was a morality play. Allie hired an actress and three children. All nordic looking. They spoke no English. They were told that it was a pilot for an American TV show. All were very smart, diligent about learning their lines, and focused on giving an Oscar winning performance. This could be their big break.
In practice, the ‘wife’ was concerned, the middle girl could cry an ocean on command, the oldest boy would look fearfully stoic, and the youngest boy could appear to fight back tears. The stage was set.
Greed would spread the tainted money. Infecting all who touched it. Incubation. Launch the flu.
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The fat old white man loved McD’s. His weekly diet treat was to go for a big mac. His svelte beautiful spouse would carefully cut it in quarters. And, give him a single quarter. He also got 22 french fries. He would dutifully and longingly throw the rest away. As he savored his meal in ecstasy, he was watching the hustle and bustle in the counter area. Maybe some day, he’d retire and work at McD’s. Free food. Sigh, and he’d be 800 pounds.
Over by the ATM, a man with a family was working the ATM. Obviously, things weren’t going well. The situation was deteriorating. He couldn’t recognize the language, but he could read the faces. The crying girl tugged at him. He was ready to “help” when his wife said MYOB. He contented himself with some cell phone pics.
The upset family marched out of the restaurant. The mother dragging the crying girl; the father with both boys by the hand marching to their doom. Or so it appeared. He was such a romantic. Now that they were gone, he went over to the ATM. It displayed “Do you want a receipt?” and he poked yes. With that the machine spit out a receipt and a wad of money. He was about grab it and realized he had special sauce all over his hand. He grabbed the money with a napkin.
Looking around for the family, they were no where in sight. He returned to the table where his wife said: “You can never mind you own business. Now what are you going to do?” “Well, it’s not mine and they must need it.” With that he called the cops. Not 911. But the regular number.
The cop looked at the money on the table still partially covered by the saucy napkin. Heard the story. Looked at the ATM and smelled a rat. He’d used that ATM and it looked different. It had a different dispenser. And, why wouldn’t the family have called the manager? He bagged the money as evidence. And, called for the detectives. This just didn’t smell right.
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Back at their airport hotel, Allie’s comrades did some throat slitting. So as not to leave loose ends. He felt no compunction. These were just tools. Sheep to be slaughtered. He was actually doing them a favor. Their genes would permit the pandemic flu to kill them. Horribly. He was being merciful.
The crew went to the airport. They were all on different flights back to Saudi Arabia. They meet again at the mosque tomorrow to survey the collapse of the Great Satan. Taken down by their greed. Contaminated money.
Passport control is a interesting place. It’s evolved over the years. It’s a human man trap. As Allie passed thru passport control, he saw a grainy photo taped by the inspector’s workstation. It was a family by an ATM. The plexiglass partitions snapped into place. The inspector’s face was grim. He could hear excited men yelling at him “Keep Your Hands Where We Can See Them”.
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The fat old white man modestly declined any publicity. He didn’t understand all the attention. He didn’t do anything special. He did what any McD lover would do. But he did accept the McD’s lifetime card for free Big Mac’s. His wife sill cut them in quarters giving him only one. Now he didn’t feel so bad about throwing away the excess.
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TECHNOLOGY: You have to expect failure
Saturday, July 25, 2009http://scofieldi.livejournal.com/91075.html
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Your session ID for this incident is 29038665.
Time Details
07/22/2009 11:35:33AM System: “Thanks for choosing chat for your technical support needs. A chat agent will be with you shortly. Just so you know, you can also visit our website at support.dell.com to get technical help.”
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07/22/2009 12:44:21PM Agent (Sup_Karanpreet_116303): “That is fine. In case you get any issues again you can call at 1-800-624-9896 and can leave a voice mail on my extension 5880012 and we will get back to you in maximum 24 hours.”
If you require further assistance, please visit us at support.dell.com
Like, in what universe does that make sense? What makes it a good idea to let me, an unqualified 20 year old girl, take apart my computer and replace the hard drive?? wtf. No.
I lost my summer log too :( everything that had happened, all my reactions and thoughts and feelings…gone. I’m pretty distraught. Luckily, I saved my story because I sent it to Shannon!! Thank heavens for small favors…
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Support, warranties, extended warranties, and implied promises … all worthless!
Hopefully, my fellow alum will muddle through.
Carbonite, Apple Time Machine, usb drives.
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Hello fellow alum:
Sorry to hear of your problems. It’s happened to me; then I got “religion” about backups. If you’re like me, the budget for “fixing” is zero. (There are expensive recovery services. I actually used one for a corporate desktop. Cost 650$ and took 3 days — door to door.)
I have some suggestions.
Regardless of your technical expertise, and your location, I think you might be able to do your own investigation and possibly recovery.
Before you wig out. My other suggestion is to find some personal help from your local nerd herd. Geeks always love to help beautiful women. :-)
If you can get your hands on a Linux “Live CD” (I can certainly send you one), you can try to boot from it. If it boots, you have a window of opportunity to save your data. The Live CD will allow you to actually copy the files to a USB thumb drive.
If the hard disk is truly crashed, there will be nothing you can do. But, it is worth taking a look.
Going forward, now that you’ve been inducted into the “Church of Always Backing Up”, you need to have some backup. Worst thing is to have it happen again.
Carbonite, (Not Mozy), will give you a small free online backup without anythought. Apple’s Time Machine is the gold standard for unattended unthinking backup. Many of the USB drives for Windoze have the same capability.
Hope this helps,
fjohn68
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WRITING: IT WASN’T VERY SPORTING (An Index Card Novel)
Friday, July 24, 20093-Channel Super J3 Piper Cub EP RTF Radio Remote Controlled RC Plane 1/10 Scale Electric Powered
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The Shumer hit. It was the long expected pandemic. Not swine. Anthrax.
Some zealot aimed at the Jews and hit the world. It doesn’t take long for a pandemic to circle the globe. And, they say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Besides, who in their right mind would open Pandora’s Box. A box provided by the combined weapons labs of the US and the USSR.
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In his county, they were hit hard. The die off was close to 80%. Strangers were no longer welcome. Travelers were shot on sight. They were lucky to have so many Mormons and Amish in the county. Between the two, they’d have a functioning nucleus of society. IF they could keep from being infected.
That’s where he came in. Fat old white guy with an odd ball hobby and a tin foil hat. The tin foil hat had him prepared for any one of a number of scenarios. Most had him, and his extended family, retiring to their basement 1950’s fall out shelter for some number of days. He’d taught himself how to can from Backwoods Home magazine. Survival foods for years. It wasn’t a spacious retreat. But when the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse are out for a ride, anything is bearable.
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The Sheriff, the new one, not the dead old one, looked him up when it became obvious there was activity at his place. The Sheriff had a posse. But trying to cover the county was a hopeless task. Despite that they didn’t have a lot of access roads (they were a poor farming county), and despite the Golden Horde never really materialized (thanks to a quick death), the posse was stretched too thin. Wouldn’t be long until there was an oversight.
As the Sheriff rode up to the gate, he was met by the fat old white guy. “You stand out here all day and night?”, the Sheriff asked. “No! Spotted you coming.” “How?” “My birds.” “Birds?” “Sure, wanna see?” “Yes I do.” With that the fat old white guy picked up a box and did something. The Sheriff heard the buzz as a high speed thing whizzed over his head. “It’s not a Predator. But it’s close. It has eyes and fangs.” “How would you like to be a deputy?”
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The County Air Force was in full operation. There were 3 operators on duty at any one time. One operator could keep 15 birds in the air. It took 15 minutes to land one, take off a replacement, and have it set to circle its patrol area. One operator kept watching the bank of 15 monitors. One operator was in charge of refueling. They’d change every hour. Work a six hour shift and be relieved. It was the posse.
A rapid response team was ready to back them up. But weren’t often needed. If trouble was spotted, an strafing run would usually discourage the intruders.
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One side benefit was that the community’s hunters didn’t waste a lot of time tracking deer. A drone could lead them directly to their prey. Most of the hunters really didn’t appreciate the “help” if they missed the shot. A quick pass from the sky would fix their aim. It wasn’t even sporting. Like fish in a barrel.
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RANT: Mayo Clinic doesn’t like Obama-care aka Clinton-care
Friday, July 24, 2009Mayo Clinic calls House plan bad medicine
Obama loses support on reform
By Christina Bellantoni (Contact) and Jennifer Haberkorn (Contact)
Originally published 04:45 a.m., July 21, 2009, updated 01:39 p.m., July 21, 2009
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A world-renowned clinic that President Obama held up as an example of good medicine said Monday that the American people would be “losers” under the House’s health care proposal, joining the growing chorus of critics the Obama administration is trying to fend off as the debate intensifies from Capitol Hill to Main Street.
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How many people need to tell the American People that this is a disaster for them to wake up and call their congress critters on the carpet. And it’s not a “red” one they should be on.
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NATIONAL: WalMart plays “politics”
Thursday, July 23, 2009http://knappster.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-economy-of-scale-stupid.html
Friday, July 03, 2009
It’s the economy (of scale), stupid!
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Wal-Mart is playing this masterfully: Cutting the legs from beneath its existing competitors, aborting its would-be competitors in the womb … and getting cookies and milk for “corporate social responsibility” in the process!
Nothing new under the sun, of course — from anti-trust to utilities to you name it, “big business” has always been the moving force behind the “progressive” initiatives supposedly intended to bring it to its knees. Big Government and Big Business are symbiotes.
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Another form of “regulatory capture”?
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NJ: Dirty politicians isn’t news imho
Thursday, July 23, 2009*** begin quote ***
News Alert from The Wall Street Journal
FBI agents made dozens of arrests in northern New Jersey, including the mayors of Hoboken and Secaucus, in what is being described as a major international money-laundering probe. A news conference is scheduled for noon at the U.S. Attorneys Office in Newark.
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Arresting Jerzee politicians; that’s news?
It’s old news and a function of government. Feather your own nest, reward your friends, and punish your enemies!
When the people want to change the system, they can!
Bring out the tar and feathers. Ostracize the “bad guys”.
Change the system to eliminate the ability to profit from “service”.
Eliminate government pensions and salaries. Term limits strictly enforced.
LONG prison terms for corruption! Stripping the families of ill-gotten gains.
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WRITING: NO GOOD DEED (An Index Card Novel)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009“Remember the end of WW2 when the Nazis put their children into the field. A lot of GIs, who couldn’t envision a little kid being deadly accurate with a rifle, didn’t come home.”
— CHURCH 10●19●62 Chapter 62
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His team was on patrol. The LT was in back, Top was in front, Jimmy from “Hicksville” somewhere was his buddy. They came upon a Raghead Boy beating a puppy with a stick. No ROE for this. Jimmy took the pup; I administered a boot butt. And we moved on.
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Months later, one night, evening really, the dog went nuts. Jimmy was up; I was dozing our hole. “The kid’s in the wire. Coming for his dog?”, he whispered. ROE was to waste him. Jimmy was still from “Hicksville”. The Raghead Boy made it in; as did his unseen friends. Suicide bombers. Carnage. What was left of Jimmy went to “Hicksville” for burial. No one made it but me. LT, Top, the the team, even the dog. All wasted. I got hit; shrapnel and some pieces of the Raghead Boy. Maybe even his friends.
Really, they should have killed me. They did kill me. Just was taking a while to die.
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Back in the world. Partial D. Paid for room and booze. Even some weed. Family mostly didn’t understand. Unks and Unks in law who’d been to the “Republic of” did. Just drifting. Trying to save the unsavable. Why me?
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One night, drifting, found an “urban yute”. Beating a puppy with a stick.
I flashed.
Saved the puppy. Beat the kid with the same stick. His momma was watching and called the cops.
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I was convicted of misdemeanor assault by virtue of diminished capacity. Quietly shipped to a VA hospital for whatever. Doing an indeterminate stretch of at least 15. No big deal. Just waiting to join my team.
Year later, I heard that the “urban yute” had done a home invasion robbery. With some friends. Tied up the family. Got the goods. His friends left; he didn’t. Stopped to rape the kids, made the parents watch, then beat them all to death with a stick. He got juvee until he was 21.
Guess I was “Jimmy”. I should have killed both “Raghead” boys. What could they have done? Given mey 30. Sent me to my patrol. No good deed ….
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