Why is it wrong to teach the Constitution?

With apologies to the AP, I'm stealing a paragraph from this article: AP Exclusive: IRS knew tea party targeted in 2011. Find the whole article at http://news.yahoo.com/ap-exclusive-irs-knew-tea-party-targeted-2011-190852283.html


Okay - here's what bugs the fuck out of me and why I have to apologize to the AP. Just read this one:

On Jan, 25, 2012, the criteria for flagging suspect groups was changed to, "political action type organizations involved in limiting/expanding Government, educating on the Constitution and Bill of Rights, social economic reform/movement," the report says.
The bold and underline are mine.

The IRS flagged groups that provide education on the Constitution and the Bill of Rights?

What the fuck?

Being Green, which has nothing to do with being Kermit

This came from a friend this morning. Internet "jokes" don't thrill me much but this one has a message we should stop and think about. Several messages, in fact, says the Lady of the Manor with the plastic water bottle beside her keyboard.  

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Being Green

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the 'green thing' in our day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.

So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings.  Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.

But too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the "green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person...

 

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off...especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.

More gun control won't fix it

I'm a middle class white woman of retirement age.

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

I have no criminal record.

I was the victim of a violent crime involving a handgun in my youth.

I do not support new firearm control measures.

I do not monetarily or politically support the National Rifle Association.

I plan to purchase my first handgun and a permit to carry within the next two weeks, before the right to do so is stripped from me by someone I didn't vote for and who does not represent ME in the state legislature. Call it a form of protest. 

The men in my family have always owned firearms so I grew up around guns. Firearms are not toys and I never misunderstood that they were. The toy pistols my little cowgirl self played with were the only "guns" I played with because never, ever, never did any of the adults in my life leave a gun where I could pick it up and play with it.

When I was about eleven or twelve, I was allowed to accompany the men to target and trap shoot. They taught me my first lesson - NEVER let the barrel of the gun point at anyone. Second lesson - how to make sure the safety was on. As you may imagine, those lessons were taught simultaneously. It was only after I demonstrated I could find the safety on the various firearms they had was I allowed to handle an unloaded handgun. And it was a few target shooting trips later until I was allow to actually point a rifle at anything, and later still until I got one with a cartridge in the chamber.

At the very core of our past, current and future weapons control debate lies the fact no one wants to be responsible for their own actions anymore. No one wants to take the time to teach their children how to be responsible and no one wants to be held accountable when their children do bad things through lack of parental instruction.

The government is not a substitute parent.

The Second Amendment as ratified by the States and authenticated by Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State, is worded as follows: A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

I concede the point I'm not part of a militia, but should the need, God forbid, ever arise, I could be. I see in the first half of the Second Amendment a clear call that as an American I should stand ready to defend my home and my freedom at all times because my country has acknowledged the action may be necessary.

And because this action may become necessary no one shall have the right to deny me "arms." Which we all know in the language of those times means firearms.

But back to why I can't support new gun control laws.

Laws are made by and for lawful people. It is the lawful that uphold the law. When I purchase a handgun I expect to fill out multiple forms and jump through multiple hoops. It's annoying, but I'll do it because it's the law. And because I abide by the law, I'll be able to purchase a handgun. 

(Maybe I'll get a surprise and they won't give me a permit, at which time I'll know in my gut America is truly dying and dystopia is closer to reality than I feared possible.)

The checks and balances we have in place are enough to ensure law abiding citizens continue to have the right to bear arms. They are cumbersome and bureaucratic and waste time and money and I think it's been proven they don't stop criminals or someone bent on killing from doing whatever they damn well please whenever they want to do it. More laws will simply impact and infringe on the law-abiding citizen.

Enough, already. Let's live in the real world, stop the political posturing, and fix what really needs fixed - people.

People. The beginning and the end of everything.

People.

Whiskey Sour by J.A. Konrath

One of the things I wanted to do in my retirement was read more. I've been a little slow getting to that because I've been a little slow getting my retirement. By that I mean I tried to retire but my employer kept calling me, begging me, to please come in for the morning or please come in for the afternoon, or please come in well so-and-so was on vacation. You get the picture. Now I'm finally at a point where I seem to have more days at home than I do filling in. Now I that I finally have time to set aside an afternoon or two a week for reading, I’m loving life. And since I promised myself that I would review some of the books I've read, I’ve found the place to start 2013 - Whiskey Sour by JA Konrath.

Whiskey Sour is book one in a series followed by Bloody Mary, Rusty Nail, Dirty Martini, Fuzzy Navel, and Cherry Bomb.  The author has quite a few more books but for right now I'm just want to read the six book series. His author page at the Big A says the books don’t need to be read in order, but I like order. Order is good. I’ll read them in order.

Our lead is homicide detective Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels. She's mid-forties, very average, and believes what she does might just one day make a difference for someone. The character is written as a woman who has embraced her maturity and realizes life isn't a rose garden. She wins some, she loses some, but she keeps right on going and that's one of the things I liked about her. She felt real in a lot of aspects except for how well she threw a punch.

The cast of characters was a bit cliché, but I didn't feel like Konrath pandered to an audience accustomed to bumbling FBI agents and other bureaucrats. Some of the scenes and dialogue were flat-out funny to the point I actually laughed. Konrath is a bit irreverent but I like that.

I didn't want to give away any plot spoilers, but I will say there is a little bit of, well, gore.  It's downright bloody, but I didn't want to put it down but some people get really hung up on that so I thought I'd mention it. Personally, if it fits the story line, much like homicide detective Jack Daniels, I can deal with it. But be warned that the perpetrator is more than a little insane and acts accordingly as he hunts young women. He didn't get nearly the ending he deserved being that it was too quick and he didn't suffer nearly enough. And I know Konrath has the ability to write a really detailed scene so I can only guess he saw those two words writers love - The End - approaching and he got in a hurry.

I wouldn’t call this book a short story but I did devour it in a long afternoon. I couldn't put it down. Between that and the fact that I've already purchased Bloody Mary (book two) and have cleared my calendar for an afternoon to read it is probably the best recommendation I can give Whiskey Sour.

Good book and well worth your time.

I'd have put a picture of the book up here but I don't know Mr. Konrath and didn't know how he'd feel about some amateur swiping his stuff for on her blog.

After the election

With yesterday's election over, I'm left with only four things to be grateful for.

1. Thank God I have access to fresh spring water.

2. Thank God I have a woodstove.

3. Thank God I have enough land upon which to grow a garden.

4. Thank God I have a gun and deer, squirrel, wild turkey and rabbit for meat.

I may buy a pair of goats and some chickens while money is still worth something, too.

Speak its name

http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Journalism/2012/05/13/Newsweek-Obama-first-gay-prez

This article speaks volumes.

This says it all

This sums up for me the biggest problem in the United States today - PEOPLE and the GIMME attitude.

In fifty years of being in the workforce, I collected one, count 'em - one - week of unemployment benefits. No medical bennies. No free eyeglasses. No free dental work. No grants. No scholarships. No welfare.

I have a mortgage free house. I have a 100% paid for car in top running condition. I have a retirement fund. I have an investment fund. I pay cash for everything.

How did I manage to accomplish these things?  I WORKED a JOB, and not the system.

Don't pat me on the back. I didn't do one damn thing special. I did what every citizen of the United States should do.

I took care of myself. I didn't expect someone else or the government to do it for me.

And I'm a better person for it.