A Big Laugh

As mentioned in an earlier post, I’m not much of a comedian. My biggest laughs generally aren’t planned.

Such was the case this afternoon when I ordered a Whopper meal. The woman behind the counter suggested a Big Mac instead.

Believe it or not, I wondered just why the correction; this while I looked right at the menu.

I really enjoy when I can provide a real laugh for someone, especially for the woman who likely was looking forward to a long hard day. I just wish I could bring such effective laughter to to folks by design. Then again, I guess the error is what causes the humor.

At any rate, I was comforted by being told that I was not the first to misspeak. In other words I was not the first to seek a Whopper at a McDonald’s. I would suspect there have been a few who sought Big Macs at Burger King.

As for me, I guess what I really need is a new brain.

Almost Paradise

As I considered the title to this post, I realized I came up with something of a good book title. At least, it seemed that way to me. Now, I need is a good book to go with it. Come to think of it, maybe someone did already. It would be a shame if someone else beat me to it.

The point is that the place I moved to in 1977 was really nice and had been for decades. It was almost paradise, though there were a few problems.

Some of the roads were spread with pot holes. My poor little car had a real problem with the little trailer bouncing around behind us. There were but a small smattering of places to eat and we could find but 1 doctor office, 1 dentist and one pharmacy. The closest hospital was 15 or 16 miles away.

However, the schools were nice and there weren’t many police. Wasn’t much need for them. It truly was almost paradise.

In this world there are problems with paradises. Southern California, before 1950 was an almost paradise. Now, look at it. I won’t go through the list of problems there now. Everyone knows. The desire to live in paradise has destroyed it. Now the U-hauls are leaving and the people are going to other paradises; as Texas, Florida, etc.

in all likelihood, those paradises will be spoiled too. It almost always happens. Unfortunately, paradises draw the unsavory element as well as the exemplary.

It’s happened and is happening where I live. If I possible, I’d leave as soon as i could. If there were an army of police, it would not be enough. The undesirable element is drifting south from Memphis. It does say something about Memphis. No one wants to leave a good place for a worse one.

We now have doctors hospitals dentists, the whole works. Even the streets are smooth. However, it seems that every fourth car I see nowadays has Shelby County plates.

Don’t actually have too much of an objection if they want to spend Tennessee dollars in Mississippi, but they bring their driving habits too. Not only that but they bring their crime, mostly drugs, and robbery too. A couple of years ago, I posted a story about a break in in my house. Dumb thief! One look at my little 900 square foot house and he’d have known I don’t have anything.

The area right across the state line had two big thriving malls and the area around it had a multitude of stores, restaurants and businesses. The malls are now all but closed and the parking lots are all baren.

Needless to say, the value of my little house has skyrocketed. Every time Memphis comes up with a bad idea my property value goes up.

The problem is that as they leave what used to be a near paradise, they bring their stupid ideas with them, and ruin our neighborhoods.

It is not just a local problem. It won’t be long that the illegal aliens will bring their ways to our nation and destroy our national paradise.

This reminds me of a passage in the Bible in which it says that murderers, thieves, liars, adulterers, etc, etc, and so forth will never go to heaven (paradise).

At the time I first read it, I did not see the full significance as I do now. You see, any place where such people are allowed would not be paradise. It would not be long before even the steets of heaven would be ruined. When the corrupt are denied access, about anywhere would be great. Then, with Jesus there too, it will be perfect.

If you would like to go there, you need a reservation. The only way to get the reservation is to accept Jesus as your savior. Then, he will cleanse you. Those not born again are not cleansed. They will not enter paradise. They will only see eternal punishment.

if you think about it, it makes sense. Who wants a paradise full of corruption and the corrupt. Certainly, God doesn’t.

Now if I could just get all these liberals to go back to Memphis where they belong!!

Robo-umps Inevitable?

Maybe. Likely. My guess is that it will become common within the decade.

My logic is that it’s all about the dollar, or more accurately, the thousands of dollars.

You see, we’re not talking Little League. Even in the early days of baseball, one call did not make that much difference. Nowadays, one bad call call can lead to the loss of tens of thousands of dollars.

One can argue that it all averages out. However, sometimes it doesn’t work that way. Can you imagine if it is the last call of last pitch of the World Series? We’re talking millions of dollars based on one call being right or wrong.

I would expect that the methods will go through changes and adjustments. I read it will be a slightly larger strike zone. That likely would increase the strikes and decrease the hits. In turn, that would reduce scoring, which might not be desirable.

i don’t know. It’s not really a guess. I’m just saying that the fans might not like it. There is simply no way to totally be sure of the results until they try it out live, perhaps in the pre season.

I do wonder how it’s gonna effect Las Vegas. I mean I do wonder. I suspect they’re already considering it, though. It will likely change things but just how is anyone’s guess.

Bottom line, it’s only important to those who hurl the ball and those who try to hit it. I guess to them it means the world. To me, not so much.

The Biggest Problem With the Marines

After 9 years in the Marines, it saddens me as I watch what happens to it. I’m sure that I’m not alone though I have yet to check around.

To be sure, it has gotten soft. If I went a day without getting hit during boot camp, it was a real oddity. OK. I admit it. It caused a little pain. In the end, I knew my drill instructor had my interest in mind. The pain only increased my chances of my survival, which also increased the chances for the marines around me. Being in the air wing, I never saw any real combat, but i was plenty close enough for me. I also met many who did see the combar. I drew the conclusion that, no matter the pain, better to learn in training.

Certainly, the advent of politically correct experiments haven’t helped. Well, they helped the politicians. When staying alive is the object, politics matter less than nothing. And one of the best ways to stay alive is by killing the enemy, as horrible as that may sound. When you keep him on the run, his abilities to kill you are greatly reduced.

Then, I ask, do we really need women in foxholes? Does it really improve our abilities to rain terror on the enemy? I know for sure 2 things about that. I would never willingly share a foxhole with a woman and no woman would ever want to share a foxhole with me.

I could certainly carry on just about forever on the subject, but the question is the biggest problem with the Marines. That’s simple. That’s obvious. The biggest problem with the entire Department of Defense is the commander in chief. No one person has done more damage to our military than Joe has.

My only question, is it stupidity on intentional. Likely, it is both. The problems with the likes of Joe giving the orders is that learning war tactics by experience is horribly expensive and there are no backspace keys. Mistakes are very permanent.

Just a Suggestion

Just heard a wonderful song by the Booth Brothers, “He saw it all.” I would urge my followers and the friends of my followers to look it up and listen to it; or at least read the lyrics.

It sort of reminds me of the sermon that started with the story of the young boy telling his mother about the man Who fed 5,000 with 3 fish and 5 loaves of bread. Of course you know the mother responded by saying, “Now, you know I’ve told you 10,000 times not to exaggerate. Now, you go to your room right now.”

It does remind us that God is still in the business of doing miracles and men are still unlikely to believe.

It is as when Peter was in prison and they prayed for his release. Then no one believed when Peter knocked at their door. Don’t think you are beter than they. You would have been just as surprised as I would.

Decisions, Decisions

Now that I’ve had Uverse disconnected, I’ve been faced with decisions. I won’t mention the ones I’ve discarded. At this point, it’s pointless.

I decided on the T-mobil approach. I picked up the little box and a few hours later, I had a network. With the knowledge I have now, it would take 20 minutes.

I now have a phone, 3 Kendles, desktop computer and Android pad running off of it. The most difficult part to adding devices is entering passwords by pseudo-button keyboards. I have big fingers that make it a little more challenging.

Response on all the devices is good though I currently use but one device at a time.

Now, instead of 226 for cable and internet, it’s 55 for internet. I have not yet tried to hook up my smart TV nor do I know if it’s possible. If not, I’m still a long way ahead.

I do have one hint for anyone else going this route. On the gateway is a label with many useful words. It would be a good idea to jot down the default info. You will need it later and it might not be as easy to read.

I placed my gateway on the front window sill and I am receiving a strong signal from T-mobile. I suppose if I put it higher, but it is somewhat academic. I might or might not get 5 bars instead of the steady 4.

As for my desktop, I get 5 bars instead of the 3 I had from the Uverse gateway. This is in spite of the now greater distance.

So far, every comparison comes out in favor of T-mobil. I wish I made the decision much sooner. Not only would have saved a bundle of money, but the performance would have been better too.

Expectations

General George Washington discouraged his men from using the Lord’s name in vain. He asked why should we expect God to help when they use profanity?

It truly is a good question, which is still valid to this day. During any prayer in which the reqest is made to bless the U.S.A., the question returns to my mind.

Yet, there are wider concerns. Why should He send light to those that prefer the darkness? Why should He bless any man who refuses to worship God. Worse yet, those that worship false gods. Why should he entrust life into the the hands of those whose practice is to take it or to those who think so lightly of murder.

Then too, why should he give to those who takes His gifts for granted. They receive a great blessing and they say what a great piece of luck. He receives wealth and he claims he earned it. He buys his food and denies that God makes it.

There are also the businessmen that steal from the poor and justify by saying it’s legal. Then, they grin ear-to-ear and say what a great country we’re in. While they live they have friends by the dozens. Then, when they depart this earth, all the so-called friends say, “Good riddance.”

God hates the legal theft even more so than the the strong-arm theft and showed it when he drove the thieves in the Temple. Their thievery was legal and the thieves were highly respected.

And it is true that we in this America that so many have such empty pride in is led by a bunch who are criminals and they love crime. They permit and even encourage killing of babies. They say it is okay because they are not yet born.

and then they have the nerve to expect the blessings of a righteous God.

I have my expectations too. However, mine are not nearly so great as Joe’s and so many others. In fact it surprises me that God has held back his judgment this long.

History of TV Reception

When TVs first came out, the TV antenna soon followed. After just a short time, a person could pan the rooftops and see the antennas sticking up from most of the houses.

Some had to settle for rabit ears. Some, me included had broken antennas and settled for wire clothes hangers. My clothes hanger worked very well. I wish I could say it was because of my great knowledge of electronics but, in my case, I had a good picture without having to alter the hanger at all.

On the other hand, some needed 40, 50, or even 70 foot masts to receive signals from a 100 or more miles away. To complicate matters, some received signals from 2 or 3 different directions. To do this, they had what they called rotors and they worked well. It was a tad on the pricey side though. Not only did one need the equipment, but it also had to be installed.

I don’t know who first thought of the idea of cable, but I noticed it being installed in rural areas in the late 50s and early 60s. It was good for the stations and sponsors as it increased those receiving their programming and ads. There is no need to say it was good for those receiving cable. That’s obvious.

Over the years, those selling cable found more customers and types of customers. People in apartments and folks who hated ugly antennas sticking up all over the neighborhood. Also, the reception quality improved.

Perhaps one of the main reasons the cable idea spread so rapidly was the increase in channels available. People in San Diego watched L.A. channels, for example. In addition, what I call pseudo-stations started popping up.

Then, to improve reception and increase features, they went to digital. I never liked that much in the past, even less now. What started out to be a way to receive a good picture for 15 or 20 a month has turned into a huge conglomerate (if I may misuse the word) of sations, most of which are mental wastelands that I spent 226 a month. That is a big bite from my social security.

I just had my cable disconnected and I am now aware of why I don’t like digital TV. If a person buys an expensive antenna, after spending hours adjusting it and fussing with it, it almost works, almost doesn’t. Mostly, gone are the days of using a hanger. Now we must use 39.95 antennas that I can’t even receive all the local channels I received just fine in the old analogs. Moreover, I keep losing the picture into wild pixelations.

I guess the FCC had us in mind as they made the decision to digitize broadcasts, or at least I hope so. Then again, maybe it would help if the 39.95 antenna worked better than a clothes hanger.

(Does anyone know where I can get a metal clothes hanger? )