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Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13
That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.

Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Those Things We Don't Talk About

VA Forgets Veteran's Suicide, Send His New Benefits Card to His Sister

I'm dealing with the bureaucratic mess that is the VA right now.
No, it's not PTSD, but if I go through another week of absolutely zero response to email and phone messages, I may need some anger management counseling.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Hump Day Rule 5 - Simone Holtznagel

Paul Marciano, founder of Guess jeans, "discovered" her on Instagram and offered her a job modeling their clothes.

Is that what they call it now...discovering?

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Lone Wolf?

Naked Man Accused of Raping Pit Bull in Neighbor's Yard, Says ISIS Sent Him



Monday, October 27, 2014

Memory Lane

Back when we were first stationed in Okinawa, the only milk we had was "filled milk".
It was powdered milk that was shipped from the states, then reconstituted there in Oki with a mixture of water and peanut oil. They had to put some of the fats back into the milk.

That stuff was nasty. Oh sure, you could get used to it after six months to a year, but I could never get used to it to the point that I could drink it straight. I could only have it poured over cereal or something. We got to Oki at the end of '92, so it must have been by about '96 or '97 that the plant where they did the reconstitution started to really go downhill. We would get clumps of unmixed powder, or slimy blobs of oil in our milk when we poured it out onto our cereal.
That was also right about the time that the Air Force discovered Ultra-pasteurized milk. It has a shelf life of several months, even without being refrigerated. You can find it in grocery stores if you look around. It's not stored cold, so they usually have it on a shelf somewhere.  It keeps even longer if you refrigerate it.

So the plant on Oki where they did the reconstitution went right out of business. All the GIs on the island were pretty damn happy about the new "fresh" milk. Of course, that was right about the time that it started to get real difficult to get fresh fruit in the commissary. Apparently most of the fruit arriving from the states was found to be "infested" and getting dumped in the ocean.
I'm not suggesting that these two events had anything to do with each other. I'm sure it was just a coincidence.

My first trip back to the states, after just two years over there. I was walking through the terminal during my layover in LAX and in one of those little convenience store/newsstand places, what did I see?
A cooler full of frosty condensation-coated milk. Real milk in little pint bottles. I slapped a ten-dollar bill down on the counter and grabbed a pint and started drinking it without saying a word. I slammed that pint back in about three big gulps, interrupted only by the vaguely sexual groaning noises coming from the back of my throat. It was creamy delicious like liquid ice cream. The sweetness was almost overpowering.
I stood and looked at the young lady behind the counter, then looked down at the change that she had put down from my ten. (Egad. I paid too much)
I grabbed another pint and went right back to it, only with less groaning the second time.

We moved on to England in 2000, where we started getting two quarts delivered to our door every week direct from the dairy. That was when I found out how really bad the ultra-pasteurized stuff I'd been drinking was.


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Sunday morning sleep-in #109

Alabama should have a pro football team.

What's with three teams in Florida?
Admittedly, they all suck, but if we could move just one of them up here to Alabama and start stacking it with Alabama and Auburn grads....

Outdoor temp dropped to 55!
Time to dig out the "winter wardrobe".

Ran the heat in the house for the first time this season, for an hour or so in the morning.
I have chainsaw and axe ready, but no one knocking on my door asking me to cut up and haul away their trees.
Looks like I'll have to call my firewood guy. Man, I hate paying for firewood.
Remember when you could get a cord of wood for about $200? Yeah, I'm that old.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

Saturday Morning Coffee #129


It's not a tale of two cities, more like a tale of two worlds.

Another school shooting, this time up in Washington state.

And then an article about an Oklahoma high school allowing seniors to submit pictures for the yearbook of them with their guns.

This is not a rant about the cultural differences between the coastal regions and "flyover country", although they are vast and obvious. It's more of a rant about how these two news stories were both printed at a nationally syndicated level.
There is a presupposition that allowing our children and young adults to even see a picture of a gun is "dangerous" and could "cause problems", and that this story is as nationally important as an actual school shooting.
In a sane world, the second article would never have made it into print.

This is why we will lose if we do not remain vigilant in our defense of our second amendment rights.

I would love to shove this information into the Eloi and Morlock mold, but it doesn't quite fit there, does it?


Among all the other news, an old soldier slips quietly away.

RIP CSM Robert Gallagher