FEAR in the Ranks

Joy Behar said with all the authority she could muster, “There’s already one clown in the race. Do we need two of them.” In essence, she was calling RFK, Jr. a clown.

Seems to me, he was a dem in good standing a few weeks ago. Oh. let’s look at the rest of the quote. It seems she, as well as many other dems are afraid of RFK is handing the election to President Trump.

Now let’s see. Just what might the dems do now?

  1. bring the entire dem machine down on him, this without ruining JFK’s image.
  2. Offer stacks of cash. Don’t think that will work. They are already rich. It is difficult to bribe the rich.
  3. Have someone in the party talk to him. You know the “You don’t really want to do that…” speach. “People that do that sort of thing do disappear, you know.”

I don’t know, but we might want to keep a close eye on him. He just might end up on a park bench with a gun in his hand and a hole in his head. No, no. Of course that sort of thing would never happen, as long as we watch over him close.

Math Hurts!

I used to do complex math problems problems using a slide rule. Not only that, I could do them quickly.

The other day, I wanted to do a very simple problem in my head. It was something of a wishful problem. I was trying to figure what a hundred acres would cost at a thousand dollars an acre.

I suddenly got a mental block and couldn’t figure it. Worse, as I tried to force it, it began to make my head hurt. I said to myself, “Self, you can do it. you don’t need a calculator. You don’t need a computer. It is simple.”

Finally, I gave up. I was getting a head ache. It did sort of give me a little understanding for Old Joe when he said he cut the national debt in half. You must not be so judgemental, you see. When you get past 75, doing math does begin to hurt the brain, especially that complex national debt math.

By the way, I did finally figure out the problem I was working on. Now all I need is someone willing to sell 1000 acres at a hundred dollars an acre. Or wait. I think that was the other way around. Actually, it does not matter one iota. I can’t afford the taxes anyway. Old Joe and his friends will see to it.

Women Will Talk, and Talk, and Talk

I am somewhat of an expert. It really isn’t new, nor was it ever. You have a large room full of men and women and another couple enters and the tongues start wagging. The more attractive the couple, the faster the tongues wag. This is especially true when the woman is especially attractive and wearing especially nice clothes.

It is prompted by jealousy, you know, because of the long blonde flowing hair and the perfect figure. The more perfect the figure, the greater the jealousy. Then of course, the more the tongues wag and the faster they wag, the greater the jealousy. In truth, they would all prefer to be the target of the discourse.

Why do I know this? Because I keep my mouth closed and observe. If others observed as much as me, they would be experts too.

Now! Why in the world did I decide to write on something that everyone knows? Well, it seems the last few days, people, especially those on TV and radio, have been talking…about a well known couple. It has filled the news. 1 out of 5 minutes of the news is about a famous couple, him a football player, her a singer.

I will settle it all in but a few words. It’s just a heap of green demons rising their ugly heads and we’d all be better off ignoring it all. And by the way, I am the self proclaimed expert on the subject.

The Advantage of a Tunnel

In the post I wrote about replacing the Francis Scott Key Bridge, I lightly suggested a tunnel might be better because the chances of another collision are greatly reduced.

At the time, I didn’t consider it a realistic idea, but lately I’ve been thinking. If they replace it with a tunnel, they don’t have a reason to wait. Once they get the equipment in place, they can quickly dig the tunnel while they continue to clean up the wreckage above. As near as I can figure, a tunnel can be dug in less than a month, once the equipment is in place. It will take that long to clear the debris.

I would guess there is a lot of work to be done after the tunneling, but I guess they could have traffic in 3 months, certainly 4, that is if that is their true desire.

On the other hand, they may prefer a very costly long drawn out 5 year project… just so we will be impressed with what all they did.

Who’s on First?

One of the writing points was what makes me laugh? I can’t believe I left out one of my favorites, the old routine of Who’s on First by Abbott and Costello. No matter how many times I hear the routine it brings tears of laughter to my eyes. That team will likely never be matched for comedy genius. I have purchased a few recordings of it and now and then, I do get it out and play it.

Surely, Who’s on First was their best, but they also had, what a hundred or so routines that I believe still make as all laugh.

Many of the current so-called comedians, not so much. I guess the best place to look for a laugh is, for the best part, in the past.

Don’t Think I’ll Buy One

I’m not too keen on President Trump’s effort to sell Bibles or his methods. I’m not sure what God thinks about it. However, if I found out someone would read it faithfully, I would gladly pay the $60 in hopes he just might understand it, believe it and accept Jesus as his or her savior.

Regardless of Trumps intentions God’s word is very powerful. Moreover, God can use Trump. Frequently, I have prayed He would use me. Maybe He has. I don’t know. It is not a bad thing to help someone understand the plan of salvation, regardless of the method. That is especially true for the one who is saved.

Still, am not advocating that any commercialize God or his Word.

A Lesson Learned

Decided to checkout a revolver, specifically a .38 special. For those who were as me, the .38 special is I guess about a third again bigger than a nine mm, though the diameter is close to the same. The kick feels about twice as much. It feels like more than a .45. It was all I could do to fire 10 rounds before my wrist hurt too much to continue.

It might be the gun itself, but it seemed nowhere near as accurate. However, I can see why many detectives preferred to hold onto the .38 special. For its size, it delivers quite a wallop.

Regardless, if I go to a revolver, it will not be the .38 special. If you’re a wimp like me, I would suggest you get something with less kick.

Side note. I should have known better. The box of .38 specials much bigger than the 9mm. Now, I bought a box of 50. I have 40 left. I guess I need to find someone who has a .38 special. As I said, lesson learned.

Imagine, If You Can

Again, I say that the mayor of Memphis suggests an organization of “Black mayors.” What I would suggest is one of the mayors becomes a maverick and follows the concept of a conservative and maybe even Republican.

I know I am asking a lot, but just stay with me a moment. The city where he is mayor becomes the city that is safe, clean and the place everyone wants to go. Don’t you think the other mayors would become embarrassed? Don’t you think the other mayors would fall in line and do as the one mayor?

Of course not. The maverick would be ignored, even looked down on. Eventually, he would politically destroyed and villainized in a few short years.

How do I know this? In a way, It has happened. Remember how nice NY, NY was while Mayor Jiuliani was in office. Remember how they ignored, even mocked his methods. Now look at how quickly the dems destroyed the city and the mayor.

By the way, it is easy to see why it is so difficult to imagine the maverick. Seeing what happened to Jiuiani, who would have the courage to step out of line, even a little. The dems are in lockstep and woa to those who forget it for a moment.

Incidentally, why do you suppose the dems want to destroy the Orange man so much. Not only did he step out of line, but also proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the dems hate America and Americans. They want to destroy the nation and her people.

Lost in Translation

I guess my memory still manages every now and then, but apparently, it works best on the older stuff. It seemed to me that I remembered an old I Love Lucy episode in which there were a number of people working together to perform a translation. I was right. I looked it up and the episode is titled “Paris at Last.” It seemed that while they were in Paris, as usual Lucy got them in trouble. So they are stuck in a Paris police station with 2 policemen, a stranger and Lucy could not explain her situation to the desk sergeant. So, she explained it to Ricky, who also knew Spanish, of course. Ricky explained it to the stranger who knew Spanish and German. The stranger explained it to the policeman who knew German and French. Then he explained it to his boss.

Oddly, while I was chasing down the episode, I found out that there were actually several such instances in Europe, though the string was not quite as long. I guess it does make us appreciate the computerized translators we now have access to, even though they might not be perfect.

However, the story I was really after was one from West Wing. I did enjoy that show, though I did find it leaned a little left. For those who read my post, “Humorous Things, Mostly,” I did find this show very humorous almost every week. At first, my memory partially failed me. I couldn’t remember if that was the show that had this episode, so I looked it up… and yes it was one of the better ones. The title of the episode was “Lost in Translation,” and it kept me laughing almost all the way through it. Like “Paris at last,” several people performed a translation.

It all started when those responsible for receiving foreign dignitaries realized that they just might have overlooked something. So, in a panic, they started looking a translator that could speak English as well as the little known foreign language. As you can imagine, they could find no one. However, they did manage to gather 6 or 7 people who, together could do the job, one of these, the head cook.

As you can imagine, when the dignitary arrived, they apologized as they explained that it was the best they could do. Then too, you can imagine one spoke to the one who spoke to the other who…. Well, you have the idea.

Amid out-roars of laughter, they were managing, though it was something like an awkward game of telephone. Finally the visitor suggested, “Don’t you think this would all be much simpler if I just spoke English?”

It was of course the punchline which they performed far better than I can portray here. I suppose there were those who expected it, but I certainly didn’t It was all carried out very well and it simply never occurred to me that the man could speak English, though, nowadays, English is likely the most common second language in the world. Common sense tells me that most heads-of-states do speak English, at least to some degree.

Both stories, especially “Lost in Translation,” prompted me to a thought. When we, who hardly know anything, accept Jesus as our Savior, we are permitted access to the King. And guess what. He understands our language. No chance whatsoever of anything being lost in the translation. Why would anyone want to pass up a opportunity like that?

In itself, it just about makes it worthwhile accepting Jesus as our Savior, which allows us to talk to the creator of the universe, Himself. By the way, their are many other benefits too, some which last forever.

Spread the R-e-s-p-o-n-s-i-b-i-l-i-t-i-e-s

The mayor of Memphis came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea; coordinate with the other cities run by “Black mayors.”

Of course, they are all Democrat so they will have the same ideas, which don’t work either.

So, when all is said and done, they will all fail, but they will all be able to spread the responsibility. Invariably, they will all fail together, which, of course means the fault lies in the populous, not the leaders.

In chorus, they will all say, not my fault.