It’s amazing what a week’s vacation will do for you. I am now tanned, rested, and reasonably ready to forage into the news of the day to bring you all links that I find interesting/enraging/both. The trouble is, I come back from my vacation to find plenty of stuff that’s enraging. But at least, for a few more days, I can close my eyes and cast myself back to the Lake of the Ozarks, where there are a few more large-mouth bass I didn’t catch.
Since we won’t be traveling back and forth to New Jersey any more this year due to the Moo Goo Gai Panic, we have two flights to re-schedule and use. Fortunately, due to United’s having cancelled rescheduling fees for the duration of the Panic, we can do so at no cost other than making up for a difference in ticket prices. So we’re thinking we’ll visit Alaska at least one more time, scouting for housing locations. Our sense of urgency in moving away from Denver is growing daily, as is our worry that our (Democrat-controlled, mostly for several generations now) major cities may be only months away from destroying themselves.
To look at black Americans, minority Americans, and say, you’re not carrying your own weight. You’re gonna go have a fit and a tantrum and demonstrate, [but] are you teaching your child to read? Are you making sure that the school down the street actually educates your child? Are you becoming educated and following a dream in life and making things happen for yourself? Or are you saying, I’m a victim, and I’m owed, and the entitlement is inadequate? I need more, and after all, you whites, you know racism has been here for four centuries with slavery and so forth, so it’s time for you to give to me.
Well, that’s an exhausted, fruitless, empty strategy to take. We’ve been on that path since the 60s. We’re farther behind than we’ve ever been, and we keep blaming it on racism, blaming it on the police. I’m exhausted with that. I grew up in a time when there was real segregation. Blacks during the ’50s took a lot of responsibility for their lives, because the government didn’t. My father bought three ramshackle houses, rebuilt them, rented them out, kept clawing his way up the ladder. A man with a third-grade education from the South. What civil rights bill is going to replace that? That value system?
And he was not exceptional. Across the community we lived in, those were the values. That is the problem. We have allowed ourselves to be enabled in avoiding our real problems by a guilty white society. It keeps using us and exploiting us as victims. If you really care about how minorities do, why don’t you ask them to do it? Why don’t you ask them to drop the pretense?
Programming note: Next week I’ll be taking a break from blogging for a few days, to free up more time for the fishing I’m planning to do. So from Monday through Thursday there will be some placeholder posts, and regular posts will return Friday. And on the following Monday, I’ll drop some details on the fishing trip, including (with luck) some photos.
On that hopeful note, we return you to your Wednesday, already in progress.
Colorado big-game drawings have happened, and once again, eleven years into the process, I haven’t drawn a moose tag. I did draw a September bear tag for the area south of Eagle down to Basalt, encompassing several Game Management Units (GMU) and loyal sidekick Rat and I have black-powder season buck deer tags for a GMU down on the New Mexico border. The black-powder season is in early September, so weather down there should be beautiful; a certain change of pace from last year’s rather cold and snowy hunt.
The moose tag thing is a little frustrating, though. It takes ten to twelve years, on average, to draw a bull moose tag in Colorado, and I should be damn close now; but Alaska beckons, where there are more and larger moose, so I think I’ll give this application process one more year before I give it up, along with my Colorado residency.
Remember how the French Revolution ended? Lots of people being guillotined. No thanks. The problem idiot “revolutionaries” frequently have is that they always think they’ll be the ones standing around with clipboards instead of tied to posts, staring at rifles from the wrong end; ask Maximilien Robespierre how well it all worked out for him.
Our latest weapon in the fight against Kung Flu: Cows.
A Georgia State Trooper: “I only kneel for God.” I may not share your belief, sir, but I sure as hell admire your convictions.
This woman is quite likely a dangerous idiot. Seriously, how stupid does one have to be to loudly proclaim and broadcast your rage at the fact that small business owners have taken up arms to prevent one from looting? What a horse’s ass.
I don’t have any more deep thoughts at the moment, so here’s something from the archives to further brighten your day:
With that, we return you to your Wednesday, already in progress.
Packing, packing, packing. We really don’t have that much stuff to pack up here, but any such task inevitably expands to fill any time available. This ain’t our first rodeo; we’ve done it before and will do it again, but in the meantime, the work awaits. And so…
CNN’s Matt Egan is an idiot, and economically illiterate. It’s waaaay past time Americans started saving again; for a couple of decades now the Fed has been making sure there is damn little incentive to do so.
Two weeks from Saturday, and we pull out of New-Friggin’-Jersey. That can’t come too soon. We’ll be traveling the week of Memorial Day, stopping in Iowa along the way to visit some family; I’ll try to have regular posts up but may have to resort to some placeholders. And boy howdy, Colorado may be well and truly Californicated these days, but at least it ain’t New Jersey – yet.
One thing about this “shelter in place” reaction to the Kung Flu is that I’ve had television news on more than usual. It’s just as inaccurate, poorly researched and annoying as it ever was and I usually switch over to music by mid-morning, but in the meantime, I’ve been seeing a number of commercials hawking things like hearing aids that inevitably claim the products are “FDA approved,” making it sound like an endorsement. Bullshit.
What a bucket of crap. Most people don’t know how the FDA deals with medical devices, but this is my business. Hearing aids, for example, are Class I (One) devices, not invasive, minimal risk. The FDA does not approve these devices; all a manufacturer of a Class I device has to do is notify the FDA “we’re making these.” FDA does not look at the device (unless a safety issue arises in use) and certainly does not approve them; they are regulated under a mass guideline for this type of device, but there is no inspection or approval of any company’s individual device. The FDA’s stance on these is “…there’s no real risk to public health and safety from these types of devices.” Never a statement of approval or efficacy. These companies are peddling horseshit with this “FDA Approved” claim.
So far it’s been a cold, damp last week of April here in our temporary New Jersey lodgings, making us all the more anxious to pull out of here at the end of May to our own Colorado, where the weather, if not the political climate, is much more to our liking. But the thing about weather is that, sooner or later, it always improves. Summer is coming!
And on that summery note, we return you to your Wednesday, already in progress.
Things just keep getting more interesting. The Imperial City has announced that Imperial coronavirus social isolation standards will be extended until April 30th. Since I can work remote, and since I’m in the medical manufacturing industry, this won’t affect me all that much, aside from (obviously) not being around people as much. That isolation, of course, does not include my own dear Mrs. Animal, and to my very great fortune, our marriage is such that we are very comfortable being isolated together.
In fact, there are some distinct benefits to this arrangement.
Moving soon into Week Three of our self-imposed isolation.
This whole thing is getting a little surreal. Monday’s announcement has us sorely tempted to negotiate an end to our New Jersey lease and head on home to Colorado for good, since I’m working remote anyway, but the place that sells the luggage trailer we need for the trip is closed, and from what I hear many of the roadside motels we’d need for the trip are closed as well. So, for the time being, we’re planning to stick it out until the end of May, and see which way the fox jumps.
Anyway, here’ s a Hump Day bonus to cheer us all up.
And so with that, we return you to your Wednesday, already in progress.
Our self-imposed national isolation is close to entering Week 3. My current project has all office personnel, including consultants, working from home. Mrs. Animal and I are still planning to return to our temporary New Jersey digs on Sunday, mostly because we don’t have another flight to CO scheduled until later April, and I’d prefer to be on hand in case the isolation ends sooner than expected.
But honestly, I don’t see this thing ending before the end of April. It may well drag on later. But when it does end, I expect the economy will come back with a roar; pent-up demand is a thing, after all.
So, to cheer us all up with the promise of sunnier things to come, here’s something from the archives:
With that, we return you to your socially distanced Wednesday, already in progress.
Last Friday, as usual, Mrs. Animal and yr. obdt. went off to the local grocery store nearest our temporary New Jersey digs to do our normal weekly trading. As discussed in yesterday’s post, there was, of course, an epic amount of panicky pants-shitting on display. People were loading up entire shopping carts full of bottled water, apparently not realizing that it’s a virus, not a hurricane, and viruses almost never shut the water systems or electricity off. Paper products were not to be had. Frozen and other prepared foods were taking a beating. What utter stupidity.
Three Colorado counties have announced “You know what, fuck the First Amendment!” Look, avoiding large gatherings, cancelling get-togethers, this is absolutely the prudent thing to do. But no level of government can mandate that we do so. Why? This is why:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
And also this. The proper response to government overreach like this is, of course, “fuck off, slavers!”
I… didn’t understand much of this. Then again my science background is in biology, not physics. Ask me to explain allopatric speciation, ring species or r-selected and K-selected reproductive strategies and I’m your guy. Quarks and dark matter? Not so much.
I expect the next few weeks will give us plenty of opportunities for facepalming and bemoaning the stupidity of some of our fellow citizens. Over the last week or so I’ve been disturbing my own dear Mrs. Animal by facepalming so repeatedly that it is sounding like a round of applause at the Royal Albert Hall.
But that’s OK. Here’s some bonus totty from the archives to cheer us all up:
And so, we return you to your (probably isolated) Wednesday, already in progress.
Today should be the day the impeachment fiasco ends. And, sadly, the Democratic Senators who are currently running for President (what, like half of them?) will be released on to the campaign trails again, to resume out-promising each other with more and more offerings of Free Shit. But we’ll comment more on that later.
OK, only yesterday, I know I expressed my distaste for calling someone stupid because they disagree with someone else. But let me point out that in this section, I am 1) describing a specific instance in which someone makes a stupid statement or does a stupid thing, rather than calling them stupid in general (even if it may be true) and B) the people in question really did do something that is objectively an act of utter nitwittery. So, with that said: