While lurking on the dark side of the Universe, the thought of my government tinkering with traffic light cameras just to raise revenue had never crossed my mind. I have always thought that these cameras were somewhat of an invasion. I guess I’m still stuck on the parking meter revenue scam. I’m certain that governments install these meters not for the change collected but for the fines collected. Paying someone else’s meter is illegal. Now I know why. Remember…Cool Hand Luke got life in prison for defacing parking meters. Just Damn!
It appears that the Texas crybabies have returned home after leaving the state when they couldn’t get their way. A recurrent theme in leftist politics is throwing a tantrum like a three year old when the political game goes against them. Whether it is a filibuster against judicial nominees or the felonious flight to another state during a legislative session. Never mind the business of running the government, the leftists only yearn for power. Heaven forbid they do anything like vote for a tax cut to help the economy. They know a robust economy would keep the conservatives in power. Of course the real solution is to restrict the size of government.
Thanks goes to North Georgia Dogma for his post. He has posted the congressional districts here in Georgia. How much more ridiculous does the lust for power have to get before the citizens demand change? I’m just thankful my 7th congressional district isn’t spread across the state like many others. It’s still FUBAR!
I don't usually do these, but the full moon made me hungry.
1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.? Water, What the hell is that? Oh yea, that’s the wet stuff I put in my coffee. However, I Do like the spring from the North Georgia Mountains.
2. What is your favorite flavor of chips? Not much of a chip eater, however, if I had too much a few I’d pick BBQ. Nothing whets the appetite of a southern boy like BBQ!
3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most? Fresh baked bread has to be the best smelling, best tasting, substance known to man. Truly the staff of life.
4. How do you have your eggs? Over well, I like the yolk broken and cooked hard. On occasion, I’ve been known to sop up the egg yolk with my buttered toast.
5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out? Although I work in a restaurant, I’ll disqualify those meals. My wife made the last “home cooked” meal. Macaroni and cheese, and country fried steak. Man it was great! The cube steak came from the deer I killed last year. Lightly floured and cooked in real butter. Fantastic!
The new money is coming! Why? Didn't we just change to the "fathead" series? Just Damn! Here's a story on changing the currency. I just want to know how much this is going to cost us taxpayers!
The Gut Man gave me some Gratuitous Linkage. As always, I am flattered. In his post, he said something about being afraid. Here’s a picture of the Acidman and Dax Montana. The infamous Recondo 32 took this photo. I thought he was the scary one!
I’ve been watching the bats swooping around under the streetlights lately. Their radar fascinates me. As the bats eat the bugs flying around the light, they have the added challenge of dodging rocks. I haven’t thrown rocks at bats for years. It was refreshing to watch the bats swoop down on the rock. I have never actually hit a bat with a rock, nor have I seen a bat eat a rock. The radar system is just too good. One of these late summer nights, I’ll teach my oldest son to throw rocks at bats. Then he will have similar memories too. Wow, generational childhood shared memories. I wonder if my Great-grandfather ever threw a rock at a bat? What else was there to do before television?
My son went through a bat phase. First he was very frightened by bats. He stayed up late one night and watched a movie with me. It was a stupid movie about some guys disturbing a vampire bat cave and facing the bloodthirsty rodents, very inappropriate for a 5 year old. We bonded. He had nightmares. I comforted him. Then he went batty. He has giant rubber bats, small rubber bats, stuffed bats, plastic bats, glow in the dark bats, and even a baseball bat. It’s funny how he conquered his fear, even embraced it. Oh well, To the Bat cave Boy Wonder.
I can’t type for shit! At least not using the standard typing techniques. Even using my very well established hunt and peck style, this test kicked my ass. I’m so ashamed that I’m not even going to state how slow I type. Maybe that’s why I don’t post more often. Maybe what typing teachers need to teach now is some form of computer communication techniques that incorporate the left and right clicks of a mouse, as well as incorporating the expanded keyboard. Just how am I supposed to type Ctrl, Alt, Delete anyway?