Thursday, August 27, 2015

Michael Medved: A Common Sense Talk About Guns

Michael Medved, a former liberal turned conservative, is a talk show host based out of Seattle. He's a good alternative to what's available on talk radio. Medved is not controversial. As a matter of fact he allows his callers to vehemently disagree with him. After they've had their turn he'll eviscerate whatever points they have to make----but in a gentlemanly fashion.

I was listening to him today while he spoke about the Roanoke killings. He was responding to Gov. Terry McAuliffe from Virginia and Hillary as they politicized the murders the very day they took place. It was a pitiful display of patronization to gain votes.

Medved then brought up the subject of gun murders in the US. The major number of deaths in this country are because of self-inflicted violence by the number of 2 to 1. I'm wagering you won't hear this on the MSM or from Democrat toads.

Furthermore, and this was to me quite shocking. The United States, from statistics obtained in 2011 ranks #63 in suicides in the world. This is astounding. Who would you guess are the top 30 countries in the world for suicide. Open the link and find out. I was amazed. http://www.worldlifeexpectancy.com/cause-of-death/suicide/by-country/

Everyone knows how I feel about Wikipedia. It's a fraud. But, the only available statistics on gun deaths in the country were on their page. And if they can put out this type of information then it can't be too wrong.

"Gun violence in the United States results in thousands of deaths and thousands more injuries annually.[1] According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, in 2013 firearms (excluding BB and pellet guns) caused 84,258 nonfatal injuries (26.65 per 100,000 U.S. citizens) [2] and 11,208 deaths by homicide (3.5 per 100,000),[3] 21,175 by suicide with a firearm,[4] 505 deaths due to accidental discharge of a firearm,[4] and 281 deaths due to firearms with "undetermined intent"[5] for a total of 33,169 deaths related to firearms."


So, there you have it. The next time an anti-gun person challenges you on this subject you now have a couple more bullets for the chamber.




From The Matt Walsh Blog On The Virginia Murderer

As you probably know, a guy murdered a reporter and her cameraman on live TV yesterday. He was a black homosexual racist who, according to his own words, was seeking vengeance for the supposed “homophobia” and racism he’d encountered. He said he wanted to start a race war.
Now, because our media and our political leaders are largely corrupt, devious, and manipulative, this dramatic and terrible story will not be in the headlines for long. The racial dynamic is inconvenient and his homosexuality does not fit the narrative. The story will therefore be buried, I guarantee. Maybe it already has. I turned on the news this morning and they were back to talking about Donald Trump again.
Continue reading: http://themattwalshblog.com/2015/08/27/our-problem-isnt-guns-or-mental-illness-its-godlessness/

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Getting In Touch With My Feminine Side




It's about time I told you a couple of little known secrets about myself. I'm a softy. For entertainment I watch the Hallmark movies on the week-end. I tape them for future reference. They're simple in nature which fits in nicely with my simple mind.

Either a young man or woman is unhappy in life. He or she moves to a different city, usually the one where they grew up. Of course, their former high school sweetheart is there. That person is widowed with a couple of children. The other person has a fiancĂ© in their former city but needs to get away for awhile to clear the mind.

The former boyfriend and girlfriend overcome some type of turmoil and at the end of the film realize their true love and live happily ever after. It's always the same old same old but these movies touch my heart because they are so sappy. One of my favorite actresses in these is Brooke D'Orsay. She's a babe.

I have a feminine side dating back to grade school. I matriculated at Sacred Heart School in Boone, Iowa grades 1-8 until 1960. Our teachers were Catholic and from the order of the Sisters of Charity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. They wore long black dresses with rosary beads the size of small boulders that hung to the floor. Their heads were covered by black and white boxes. In other words, they looked like nuns out of the movie, 'The Bells of St. Mary's.

These Sisters were sticklers when it came to studying and giving us the basics in all subjects. We had the normal readin', writin' and rithmetic'. In addition, we were taught the Palmer style of cursive* writing. For them and us it had the same importance as the proper use of good grammar.

For some reason I mastered the art of the Palmer method. Mike Culver, a friend, and I had contests on bettering each other with near perfect penmanship. Truth be told I always envied his skill with the pen but I can hold my own with most anyone else. Would you like to know why? It's because I'm goooood!

Last week I came across an article about Spencerian Script and knew it was a skill I wanted to learn. There is a Master Spencerian who lives in Gardner, Kansas so I emailed him asking about the process.

His name is Michael Sulls and he is only one of 9 in the world who is so skilled in this art. My neighbor across the street had previously sent us a thank you note after we had had them to dinner. Her writing was of the Spencerian type. It turns out she is a student of Mr. Sulls and has begun teaching me in my home.

So, there you have it. I've decided to learn a skill, one that can be passed on to my grandchildren.
Maybe I'll be able to script their wedding invitations some day. In addition, I am about to be one up on Mike Culver.

There are some drawbacks, however. I won't be able to slug down coffee as I have done forever. It's hell on the nerves; makes me shake like I have Parkinson's. The constant practice will force me to eliminate computer time.(This is a good thing). I will be forced to practice, practice, practice. Practice is boring. I want to play.

So, now you know. I've exposed my feminine side. Take that Caitlyn Jenner.

*31 states do not now teach cursive writing in school

Video depicting the importance of penmanship to maintain civilization https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=277&v=KvSyQDu49pI

"Hi Toby"



Just when you thought the Lois Lerner story had died and gone to hell she crops up again. Apparently Frau Lerner had another government email account that went by the name of Toby Miles.

I have to wonder why the Queen of Bitches would need another account. No, I don't because she's a crook but there will be more juicy information to be revealed. As if, with this administration, there will be retribution.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Do You Live In One Of These Three Zip Codes

Read these zip codes very closely: 99691,99648 and 87828. Do you live in either of the three. If you do then you must be a saint on earth.

The first of these(99691) is located in Nikolai, Alaska. It is composed primarily of Eskimos. The second(99648) has a few citizens(113) and is the home of folks from Perryville, Alaska. The last one(87828) is located in Polvadera, New Mexico and has a population of 269 hearty people.

There are in this nation between 43,000 and 44,000 zip codes.

The three listed zip codes are more than unique. They are the only ones in the United States containing people without an Ashley Madison account. Do you find this mindboggling.

Our morality system must be way below the Sodom and Gomorrah Line.

I wonder how and when our values changed so much. God forbid it took place in the 1960's with the accepted social changes. Who would have thought the ramifications of our legislators and judges would send us down the path to Hell. Ladies and gentleman, the answer is quite simple. It's called liberalism.

Three zip codes. That is pathetic.

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/there-were-only-3-zip-codes-in-america-without-any-ashley-madison-accounts-%e2%80%94-here-they-are/ar-BBm5Crq?ocid=HPCDHP

Life Can Be Like A Bucket Of Spit

Frustrating, Irritating, careless, mindless wandering. Those are apt words to describe my blog work for the day. Sometimes, I churn out material asap without research. Not tonight. I gave it the college try.

For the past two hours I patted myself all over my sexy body for the very magnificent piece I wrote on the Ashley Madison scandal. It was peppered with metaphors, similes and all other grammatical words and phrases necessary to write the great American masterpiece and make myself proud.

And then I did it. Instead of pressing the completed button my finger hit delete. And all my dreams for a Pulitzer dissolved before my very eyes.

The gist of my work was this: Ashley Madison was for naughty people. That's it.

And this didn't even take me five minutes to put out.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

I'll Take My Coffee Black, Please


The Queen and I have recently become old in thought and deed. A few short years ago, when we were kids and full of get up and go(or, vim and vinegar) we'd take in a movie or grab a beer at a sports bar. Fun stuff like that.

Lately, to fill in Saturday afternoons, we'll peruse Columbus, Ohio web sites for coffee shops, preferably the ones offering outside seating. There's a method to our madness. These bistros are usually located in the hippie sections of town so, while being in the outdoors, there's a definite possibility of sipping brew and watching the local menagerie stroll by. Actually, it's me who stares(and laughs). The wife is too kind to lower herself to my level.

Anyway, coffees from around the world have become my drug of choice. It's beyond me why anyone, if they enjoy coffee, would walk the supermarket aisle and pick up a tin of Folger's, Maxwell House or an even cheaper brand. Furthermore, who in their right mind would drink a cup of Instant Sanka? It could be Sanka is for the geriatric crowd. Coffee is to be purchased not on price but on quality. Question, would you purchase a gallon of gasoline with a 50% content of gas and 50% water? It's the same for coffee. You pay for what you get.

There are places, restaurants like The Waffle House, when you order a cup of mud you know exactly what you're getting. It's called tan water. There's nothing there. It is hot, like tea, but with no taste.
Besides, who drinks hot tea unless they're at Panda Express?

I'm a dark roast kind of guy. If it isn't dark roast then forget it. Now, mark this down in your daily log for future reference. When on the road look for these places: Pilot gas stations, Love's gas stations, Speedway gas stations---in that order. Speedway serves excellent dark roast. It has a Brazilian bean and is quite tasty. The Pilot and Love's establishments offer a wide variety of coffees ranging from mild to dark. They also have one called Xtreme energy or something like that. It's supposed to give you a quick jolt----and it does. They also have decaffeinated coffees. I don't associate with folks who drink that pap.

If you happen to have a World Market in your area then use it. They have excellent coffee. I used to buy a whole bean, their French roast brand. Shortly thereafter I tested the Italian roast and was hooked. The best part is it sells for $9.98 for two pounds. Quality coffee for the price of ten Bic pens. It doesn't get any better than that. World Market also offers a variety of blends from around the world at prices that won't destroy your budget. From Hawaii, a Kona perhaps?

There's a store in upstate New York that supposedly makes the world's strongest coffee. It's called Death Wish Coffee. http://www.deathwishcoffee.com/ It's next on my list of possibilities. World's strongest coffee? Ah pshaw! They'll have to go some to satisfy my needs but I'll give 'em a shot.

Yesterday, we visited one of the areas best shops. It's called Staufs. They sell coffee from around the world. I ordered an Ethiopian dark roast called Harrah's. It was grand, as smooth as a baby's bottom. The dark roast had a low acidity rating(meaning the taste lingers after the sip goes down). The mellowness of the bean was exhilarating. I don't know very much about Ethiopia. I always thought it was one giant sand hill. The only facts aware to me about this African nation are that Benito Mussolini conquered them in his first attempt to make the Italians think they were good at things other than making pizza and organizing Mafioso. Of course, in their 'war' they went up against camels and donkeys from the Ethiopian army whose leader was Haile Selassie. I remember him because of his name. It always sounded good to me; sort of like saying, Boutros Boutros Ghali.

Even though I was enthralled with the Ethiopian blend I opted for a half pound of Sumatran bean. I questioned our customer service rep about the different coffees and if they met my needs. She's the one who suggested the Sumatra style. She had pink hair so I'm guessing she knew what she was talking about. In addition, she had a ring in her nose which only added credibility to her expertise.

In order to enjoy the more expensive beans it is necessary to purchase a grinder. I don't know why but it makes me feel like I know more than your average bear when I use one. We do have a French press which is an absolute necessity. With coffee this pricy I don't want to dole out more than I'll use. In order for an acquaintance to be offered one of my 'specials' they have to really, really enjoy coffee. If they don't then I'll offer some cheap cow scat kind I've been saving for a couple of years.

Finally, don't store coffee in the freezer or let it stand out in the open. To insure quality place it in an airtight container. Got it?

It was so enjoyable writing about a subject on which I know virtually nothing. Did I fake you out? I hope so.