Wednesday, April 6, 2011

This ...

Should be etched in marble somewhere:

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And once again a stupid Conservative acts on a stupid Conservative idea and ends up costing the taxpayers money they can ill afford thanks to the stupid Conservative tax cuts for the rich.

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Maybe etched in a whole buncha pieces of marble so we can mark conservative failures (and there are a lot of them) for future generations to see and learn from.

No tongues ...

The stomach heaves ...

Rock and Roll ...

Got tons of rocks coming in a few hours ... Not-So-Great Wall of Long Island to follow.

Thunderstorms last night and the intarwebs were the major casualty. Thankfully, the cable was up and I got to see FC Schalke 04 hand Internatzionale Milan their ass.

Update:

They've arrived, and a half-hour early I might add.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Fuck it

Nuthin'. Zip-point-zilch. Same old shit. Ennui. Boredom. Nothing's goin' on that rocks my boat, pops my cork, blows my skirt up.

Hoping for news from Fixer's garden, gonna go shovel snow for the 14th day in a row to get outta the rut. That's bad. Heh. Later.

Ignore them at your peril ...

Mr. Mass-transit states it plainly (in toto):

The disparity in media coverage between what right wingers get anywhere anytime and what lefties have received over the past decade is so huge that when I reach for reasons I tend to get more paranoid about news organizations than I usually am. It's hard not to see it as a deliberate decision from the top. Ignore the protesting hippies.


Which is why the social media (Facebook, Twitter, Blogs) worry the government and "mainstream" press so much. It's not run through the corporate filter before the masses get to consume it. Ask the former and current, soon-to-be-former, Middle East despots how that goes. Like them, those here with all the power believe ignoring a problem will make it go away.

Word always gets out, now more than ever.

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Gotta do some maintenance work over at Dad-in-law's place. Later ...

Of course ...

I'll vote Dem, but I certainly ain't happy about it. I expected better and no, I'm not in. Let him get his money from the corporations he's already sold out to. I've given enough to politicians before the fact. Ain't none of them getting a dime from me anymore until they prove they're worth it. Barry sure as hell hasn't.

Update:

Carl puts it well:

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Trillions for banks. Nothing for Americans except a tax cut that no one even noticed and a healthcare reform bill that, if it survives, won't even kick in for another three years. Ahead of it, HMOs are gouging rates and doctors are overbilling all in the name of the rainy days to come.

When do we get to fight this class war back? When do we get to untie our hands and instead of being beaten, slapped and punched, maul those who harm us daily, with no regrets, without honor or loyalty to the nation that bestowed upon them the very gifts that our soldiers, We The People, have fought so hard for over the centuries?

When do you champion us? I'll give to your campaign. I may even contribute the same significant amounts I did in 2008. But it won't be with joy in my heart and hope for the kind of change we can believe in.

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Indeed. Mr. Obama only gets my vote because the alternative, or not voting, is so much worse.

In a sane world ...

They'd all be in jail:

Transocean Execs Get Bonuses For 'Best Year In Safety,' Despite Gulf Disaster


But this is America in the 21st Century.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Garden update ...

Oy. Well, first off, I was gonna surprise the Mrs. so I ordered up a little shitbag plastic fence from Home Depot online. Unfortunatley, H-D didn't email me when the stuff shipped. I'm usually around when UPS comes and I deal with it. I figured I'd be outside and intercept him before he rang the bell and set it up while the Mrs. was working. Well, today, while I was running around, the shit came and was waiting inside the front door when I walked in. There were 6 boxes.

Needless to say, the Mrs. and the dogs interrogated me until I spilled the beans (the dogs were only happy to see me, the Mrs. wanted to know what was in the boxes).

So here it is. This took me 4 hours. The Mrs. likes it and it doesn't look half-bad (it'll do the trick until I get my buddy Ed the Welder to make me something out of wrought iron - 2 or 3 years maybe), but I had to engineer it a bit.

Like I said, it's shitbag plastic, probably made in the same place they make those shitty plastic coat hangers. But it's cheap so I won't mind ripping it up when Eddie gets "a round toit" (I introduced him to the mother of his 6 kids so he owes me one ... or not).

The little clips connecting the pieces are shitty, and it was an ass-puckering experience trying to lock them together without breaking (I broke 2). Fortunately, being in the auto repair business for 30-odd years, I got a million black cable ties. I ended up using a tie at every joint and it really stiffened everything up. The Mrs. likes it, I'm happy.



I also added some more plants to give the perimeter some more depth and color.

On the east side, I put a couple Sedum on either side of a Red Dianthus.



On the north side, I did the same thing on either side of the Japanese Holly and the Juniper, though instead of the succulents flanking the Dianthus, I used English Daisies.



I used the same combination on the south side.



On the west side I put a Sedum in the center and two varieties of Phlox (Emerald Pink and Emerald Blue).



And last but not least, I added a Clematis to the center bed (in the tripod) and I'm gonna let that grow up the tree.



Time to have a beer, take a shower, and wind the dogs up to have the Mrs. make us dinner (I send surrogates, heh ...). Later.

Quote of the Day

A comment on this article:

"The invisible hand of the free market does not do safety inspections.”

Nor, unregulated, will it.

Verrrry Interesting...

YubaNet

While intensive agriculture, highways, and cities have put pressure on ecosystems and species in most parts of Germany, the so-called “Death Strip” was off limits to most humans for decades, and thus became a safe haven for rare wildlife and plants.

You vill go see. You vill enyoy. If you do not, ve haff vays of making you...

The Pot Calling The Kettle Black

Gail Collins (NYT) on The Donald:

During one down period, I referred to him in print as a “financially embattled thousandaire” and he sent me a copy of the column with my picture circled and “The Face of a Dog!” written over it.

This from a guy who carries an embarrassed bleached blond dead skunk around on his head? Chutzpah, thy name is Trump!

1%ers

Vanity Fair

Of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%

Americans have been watching protests against oppressive regimes that concentrate massive wealth in the hands of an elite few. Yet in our own democracy, 1 percent of the people take nearly a quarter of the nation’s income—an inequality even the wealthy will come to regret.

I find 'One-Percenters' to be a very apt title for the wealthiest among us. In the world of motorcycling, the 1%ers are the outlaw bikers. They are proud of it and a lot of them wear 1% patches on their cuts. Walk right up to one of 'em and stare at it. Heh.

Many of the outlaws also wear 'Filthy Few' patches, which I think applies to the richies as well.

Naturally, the rest of us card-carrying motorcycling 99%ers are a cut above and spend our time sipping tea and carrying on deep literary and philosophical discussions...

Headline of the Day

Fed Judge: State Legislatures Don't Have Authority To Limit Collective Bargaining Rights

This is good. 'Rights' not specifically enumerated in the Constitution were generally hard-won to redress grievances left out or not thought of at the time. Or left in like slavery. We do not get to vote away other people's rights and they do not get to vote away ours, the Repug M.O. be damned.

HPUB Website

PRWeb

The Huffington Post Union of Bloggers, a non-profit corporation affiliated with Local 1981 of the National Writers Union, announces the launch of http://www.hpub.org. The Union calls on Huffington Post readers and bloggers to utilize this new and exciting website.

FAQ

What is HPUB?

The Huffington Post Union of Bloggers (HPUB) is a non-profit corporation affiliated with Local 1981 of the National Writers Union.

Who are its Directors and members?

Current and former bloggers and employees of the Huffington Post and their supporters. Their names are confidential.

What does HPUB want?

To build a news and views website for change and transformation; not driven by advertisers and a Board of Directors beholden to shareholders.
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What are the criteria to have work published?

HPUB policy is to promote quality original and reprinted material that reflects Progressive values and vision of change.

Good for them.

Oh, the irony...

Ironic Times

TEA PARTIERS CALL FOR GOVERNMENT SHUTDOWN
But keep sending them their Social Security checks

Economy Added 216,000 Jobs in March
Analysis: number of bartenders hired more than offset number of school teachers fired.

Chinese Activist Gets 10 Years for Libeling Leadership as Autocratic
Proving his point.

Toy Maker Raises Ruckus With “Breast Milk Baby”
Decides to delay release of “My First Delivery” and “C-Section Sally.”

Can "Penis Pump Peter" be far behind?

Top Ten ...

No, not Letterman, JP has a rundown of the Top Ten in the Rethuglican Clown Car for 2012:

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A recipient himself of the Franklin Graham Islamophobic Asshole of the Year award for two years running, this hypocritical serial adulterer made national headlines by screaming about Sharia law in the US and the erecting of the Cordoba Center two blocks from Ground Zero. The anti-Nostradamus, Gingrich has been wrong about everything yet still vacuums up enough money from mindless, racist minions every year to form exploratory committees that invariably tell him he's unelectable.

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Errands ...

This morning. Be back later with a garden update at the least.



"Got a problem wid dat?"

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Last snow post of winter 2011?

I hope so. Since my roof got cleared last Sunday, the weather has been mahvelous dahling! The warm temps caused my little bit of residual ice to start creeping off the roof. I whacked at it with my ice whacker to seemingly no avail. Five minutes later, whoomph! and thirty linear feet of ice came down. This is nothing, happens every few years and I have all I need to repair it in stock.

Click to embiggen


I am damn glad I had the roof de-snowed. If that had come down with 5 to 6 feet of snow on top of it the damage would have been a lot worse, and that has happened. One year we had so much ice and snow come down that it broke the deck, the railing, and the steps. We went in and out through the garage for about a month while I waited for massive chunks to melt so I could begin repairs.

This video shows the awesome power of my Honda and what's left of its winter-worn simple-minded operator. At one point about 4:00 I am about to take a cigarette break, remember the camera is running and think better of it. A coupla times you can see me having to physically pull the machine when the treads stopped motating and just churned snow.

Also, you'll hear a coupla airplanes, or maybe the same one circling to gain altitude from our 6000' airport to get over our 9000' mountains (see 'density altitude'. Pilots who don't take it into account on takeoff crash around here more frequently than you might think). Airplanes fly low over my house all the time. Whatever they're lookin' for, it's already gone.

I left this for late in the day so you could see it first thing in the morning when all your mental power is occupied with that first cuppa and a smoke. Trust me, this is not a mental workout. Heh.

Wasn't sure if my Honda could blow a way through that snowpile. With a little shovel work it can. This is the last few minutes of an hour and a half job. Took a few more minutes to clear the finished way back into the garage.

Boring I know, but my dog is always fun to watch.

The GOP Is Great!

Wow. After that title, I gotta read the directions on the air sickness bag - "after use, fold toward you". Gotcha...

This is "if you can't say something nice..." along the lines of "gee, for a fat girl you don't sweat much".

Bill Maher thinks of something nice to say about republicans


Via Raw Story.

Must See!

This is good! I will admit to having this story every bit as wrong as the teabaggers albeit in a different direction. Hartmann be esplainin' it well.

See also the Tea Act of 1773. If you don't believe Wikipedia, pick your own. See the Boston Port Act as well.

Thom Hartmann: The TRUE story of the Tea Party


Thanks to TheBigPictureRT.