About that so-called “War on Drugs”

This comment by Charles Brumbelow over at Chaos Manor seems telling:
Some would say we’ve learned nothing from Prohibition. IMHO that is incorrect, we’ve learned a great deal. Specifically, we’ve learned that criminalizing any behavior creates opportunities for wealth and power for politicians, government employees, and those who would organize and market that behavior. We’ve also learned that such criminalization gives government an additional set of restraints and controls to apply to all the citizens.
As the Puppy Blender might say, “Indeed.”

Oh, Waaa… Boo-hoo

Cheats, malingerers and crybabies in labor union whine about privacy in the workplace.

It seems that some warehouse workers in Britain are concerned about their “privacy” in the workplace because some companies have proposed using RFID to track employees in large wrehouses—RFID tags, armbands, whatever.

“One of the largest trade unions there, GMB, is up in arms about radio frequency identification technology—and is trying to put its foot down.”_*_

Cluebat—*whack!* Hey! Crybabies! The warehouses are not your property. You just work there. Privacy? Yeh, that means no cameras in the rest rooms. Everything else, well you want privacy, quit work (or get fired) and go home. Thats where you can have a reasonable expectation of privacy.

The real issue is this: workers don’t want their bosses to have easy ways to tell they are malingering. Lazy bums. Stupid, too. As the Baseline article linked above notes, these same huge warehouses have tons of videocams in place to monitor product (and employee) movements. So, big deal. The RFID technology just makes real time tracking (and ease of management) more efficient.

And adds another layer of management tools to let bosses know when an employee is goofing off instead of working.

Good. Fire the lazy bums. Crybabies.

Pleasant night time thoughts

Army Wife & Toddler Mom started me on this mid night path…
A comment on my (late) Carnival of the Recipes post led me to this post, then this one, which led me to recall this, once again.

Crossing the Bar
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Lil sidebar: I wrote a tune/piano accompaniment for this as an exercise for a comp class in college and still hear that every time I think of this poem.

Oh, man I hope this isn’t too late…

Breakfast Burritos

A nice meal any time.

8-12 flour tortillas (depends on size–see flour tortilla recipe below)

  • 1/2 lb your fav pork sausage, OR chorizo
  • 1/2 chopped yellow onion
  • 6 eggs
  • 3/4 C shredded cheese (pick your own)
  • small can diced green chiles
  • salsa (again, pick your fav)

Cook the sausage in a frying pan. Drain most of the the grease (for great flavor in other dishes, like refried beans, save the grease in a glass container, refrigerated). Add the onion and cook til it’s clear. Add the egs and stir well. When the eggs are just beginning to firm up, add most of the cheese and all the green chiles. Cook til the cheese/eggs just set well, then remove from heat and let it sit for a lil bit.

Assemble the breakfast burritos just like any ole burritos. Some egg/sausage mixture in a tortilla, maybe a lil more shredded cheese and some salsa. Roll and eat.

Woosies use forks.

Flour Tortillas

Ingredients:

  • 3 cups flour
  • 2 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 4 Tbsp. low fat margarine, butter or lard. I have even gotten some good tortillas out of this recipe using olive oil (use a wee tad less water)
  • about 1 1/4 cups warm water

Mix the flour, baking powder and salt in a bowl.

Cut in the fat (margarine, butter, lard or oil) with a fork. If you have a pastry cutter, well, la-di-da on you. 🙂

Add the warm water a tad at a time until you can form a ball and the dough’s soft but not sticky. Now, knead it for a while. It takes several times doing this before you’ll get this part just right, unless you’re shot through with luck. Pinch off the dough and form about a dozen small balls. Roll ’em up and let ’em sit for a bit (you can even cover ’em and put ’em in the fridge for later, if you want.

Heat up your well-seasoned* CAST IRON griddle or frying pan. Medium to medium-high heat. Drop a drop or two of water on the surface and it “dances” (just right) rather than just spit up steam (way too hot), you’ve got it.

Roll out the balls. Yep, jut a regular ole rolling pun works just fine.

Place your rolled-out tortilla(s) on your hot griddle and let ’em cook just a few seconds per side. Flip ’em by hand. If you burn yourself, learn to not DO that!

As each tortilla is cooked, put it on a plate that has a towel ready to recieve it and cover it with the towel. You can stack all of ’em one or two at a time (depending on the size of your griddle). They’re ready to eat.

*See this article for how to season a cast iron frying pan or griddle.

Hey! Gimme some help here

Heavy on the suspension of disbelief, ‘K?
Time travel. You’re transported to 2105. (Yeh, yeh, forget the lil problem of WHERE in space the Earth will be then—as the Milky Way expands at about a million miles a day—just go with me, ‘K?). You discover that no one’s heard of a company called Microsoft and the idea of Windows is completely foreign to people alive in 2105.
So, tell me, what happened to Microsoft and to Windows? Make it real, folks…
🙂

“Stop it!”

Quoting the famous line from a Bob Newhart sketch where a counselee recounts multiple personal issues, and the counselor (Bob) has the same two word counsel for each issue, “Stop it!”

The ACLU is a sick, sick organization. I’d almost go so far as to say evil, but for the occasional accidental good it may do. Nah. Accidental or incidental good doesn’t ameliorate its evil.

Just stop it.

Others hammer at various ills perpetrated by this commie front organization (look it up; you have access to google), and I’ve listed a few of the ACLU’s attacks on civilization. But I’d like to focus on just one clear attack on the morals of our nation’s youth today.

On the one hand, it’s axiomatic that the ACLU is opposed to groups that promote ethical, moral behavior in our youth:

[Robert Bork Jr.] …the son of the one-time Supreme Court nominee, accused the ACLU of overreaching, saying that the civil-liberties group had been “relentless in its assault on the Boy Scouts over the last 25 years.”


No kidding. *sigh*

On the other hand, the ACLU is blatantly supportive of organizations that actively seek to corrupt the morals of our youth:

…the ACLU lately has stained the dark side of its reputation through its actions in two cases involving the treatment of vulnerable, young Americans. The ACLU is defending those who abuse children while attacking those who give them moral guidance. This contrast reveals the priorities of today’s ACLU.

The Manhattan-based public-interest law firm is defending the North American Man-Boy Love Association in a $200 million civil lawsuit filed by Mr. and Mrs. Robert Curley. The Curleys claim that Charles Jaynes was driven by the literature and website of NAMBLA, an outfit that advocates sex between grown men and little boys, reportedly as young as age 8. _*_

Yep. Bust the Boy Scouts’ balls and support NAMBLA.

Disgusting.

And ya know, in any society that had any moral fiber, the ACLU would be run outa business… if not run outa town on a rail after an introduction to Dr. Tarr and Mr. Fether…

STOP the ACLU

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MSM Scandals… Fibber McGee’s Closet

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” A new Precision Guided Humor Assignment:

What scandals about themselves are the Mainstream Media trying to keep quiet?

*It wasn’t Dorothy’s house that killed her. Hillary Clintoon clawed her way out of Helen Thomas’ chest, and that’s how the Wicked Witch of the East really died. What we see (when our eyes can take the pain) when we look at Helen Thomas is not the original Helen Thomas (as horrible as that might be to contemplate) but just another Mass Media Podperson. (It also explains the stench.)

*Dan Blather was the “annonymous source” of the Killian memos. It has since been replaced by yet another podperson of the Blather model while the “Burkett-Dan Blather” has been recalled to the mothership for R&R. (That’s Reaming and Raking.)

*Evil Glenn’s puppy blending began with his initiation by the Walter Cronk-ite podperson into the inner circle of Zirkonian Satanism. (The cannibalistic attacks on “homeless persons” is simply the result of Evil Glenn’s attempts to balance his diet.)

*The George Stephanopolous model isn’t gay. (It’s not even remotely happy, despite its attempt to appear so from time to time.) It’s queer, just not that queer. (“Oh, the shame! It’s not homosexual!”)

*The Larry O’Donnell podperson’s head has actually exploded 23,286 times, gaining it the record for most often replaced podperson.

*Speaking of which, the Rosie O’Donnell isn’t actually a podperson. Along with the Oprah, she’s just a blowup doll gone very, very bad… (of course, air leaks explain both the apparent occasional weight loss and the shrill hissing noises these airbags seem to emit.)

*(I’d originally planned on more of this sort of thing, but time has been eaten by locusts. Speaking of which, anyone have the remotest idea how to TS the Alps touchpad on a Sony Vaio notebook? Windows can no longer even find the thing, although third party diagnostics “see” it just fine… One of many “locusts” eating my time. Rediscovered why I dislike the Sony support site… Done, now. But no thanks to Sony—or any of my usually dependable techie resources. Lovely Daughter has her “Violeta” back, now, working properly.)

Well, I just lost it…

Sometimes the rudeness of folks just gets to me past my tolerance level…

Running a quick errand before the day got well and truly started. Driving dwon a typical two-lane street. Four “old broads” out walking… spread across more than 2/3 of the street, oblivious to taffic, not caring one bit that they were essentially blocking both lanes of traffic.

Would Not Move Outa the Way. Had to drive OUT of the roadway to get around them.

Comming back, there they were, doing it again.

They got a bigger piece of my mind than I could afford giving away.

Steamed? You betcha I was. Kids do this and while it’s just as rude and unsafe I can understand: they have the blanket stupidity of kids. Still tell ’em to move outa the way. But this? Women (even exceptionally stupid women) in their late 50s, early 60s know better.

They were just being exceptionally rude.

Actually, I kinda hope one of them whines to her husband about it and he comes by to “talk” to me. It’d be a way of letting off some steam.

(Did I say I am a tad steamed?)

Unconscionably, unacceptably rude.

But it’s what society, even here in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢ seems to have come to. I grew semi-resigned to this sort of behavior when I lived in “the good part of the ghetto” in Kansas City some years ago. People there would simply stop their cars in the middle of the street and talk, completely uncaring that they were blocking traffic. Groups of kids, ditto. But now the attitude that “It’s our street, and no one else can use it while we’re here” is the accepted mode for 60-ish old broads.

I say, Chain gang ’em.