Thursday, April 17, 2014

Pro-Russian forces in Donetsk tell Ukrainian Jews to register with government

‘Dear Ukraine citizens of Jewish nationality’

Nothing to be concerned with, but you are asked to report to the Commissioner of Nationalities.

"ID and passport are required to register your Jewish religion, religious documents of family members, as well as documents establishing the rights to all real estate property that belongs to you, including vehicles."

Taking a cue from somebody, officials say there will be “consequences” for not registering – revocation of citizenship "and you will be forced outside the country with a confiscation of property." Each Jew over 16 will pay a registration fee of $50.

5,000 dinosaur footprints

In one rock wall.

At Maggie’s Farm.

Northwestern University ponders problems female students have in, ah, self-pleasure

“Northwestern University is sponsoring an event for female students who are ‘having trouble masturbating.’

“’Vulvas too confusing? Having trouble masturbating? Wanna please your consenting female-bodied friend?’”

Comment from a reader: “If they are that dumb, how did they get to college?”

Maggie’s Farm.

Man drops attacking bear with two shots, maybe three, from revolver

The story is almost five years old, but again proves the adage of carrying something bigger than a bear when in bear country.

“Greg Brush, an Alaskan fishing guide, was ambushed with no warning by a charging bear. All he had time to do was pull out his .454 Casull and fire as fast as possible, while falling backwards after tripping on a branch.”

One comment recommends keeping a foreign tourist between you and the bear.

Found while searching for information on the Desert Eagle XIX, which is this month’s Gallery of Guns giveaway. The Eagle might be nice to have so as to say, “Hey, look what I’ve got,” but $1.50-$2.50 per round would eat into the Social Security check.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Anybody surprised the guy at the top wants to keep his job?

Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps Micheal P. Barrett says lesser-paid Marines will be better Marines. Senior NCOs in other services say, “Well, we don’t agree 100 percent, but Congress needs to get on the ball and cut stuff.”

Those guys got to their top jobs because they play the game. “Yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir” to someone’s face and “Stupid bastard” when no one is listening.

Congress will wind up cutting pay and benefits and raising TRICARE costs, and when the complaints start piling up will say: "But that’s what your senior NCOs said you wanted!”

SGM responds after Marines ask, “What the hell you talking about?”

His words were “misreported.”

"Recent reporting of my testimony may have left you with a mistaken impression that I don't care about your quality of life and that I support lower pay for service members. This is not true," Barrett wrote in the letter.

“Misreported?” Modern term for “Oh, s*it, I forgot there were reporters in the room.”

Great for morale, Sergeant Major, telling Congress “your” Marines will be better Marines if they’re not paid as much.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Supreme Court justice tells how to fix Second Amendment

Just five little words, says Justice John Paul Stevens.

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms when serving in the Militia shall not be infringed.”

Here are five other words: “the right of the people.”

Writers of the Constitution wrote what they did for a reason. If there had been a compelling reason for specifying militia members only, it would have been written that way. But it wasn’t.

If the Justice wants the change, he is within his First Amendment rights to lobby his federal representative and two senators for an amendment to the amendment.

Under Justice Stevens' plan, is "militia" the same as National Guard? And when one leaves the militia, does he lose his right to own a gun? Would Active Duty members not have the same right.

We could go on and on. And on.


'They ought to just let her die'

Saturday was John’s bowling day, so Priscilla and I drove to Texarkana and got John from the group home and took him to the bowling lanes. Afterwards, we all drove back home. A Certified Nuerses Aide cared for Mrs. R. while we were gone.

After bowling, but while still inside the building, John walked up and shook hands with one of the volunteers who oversees the bowlers. Like John, all the other bowlers have learning disabilities. The four or five volunteers are parents of bowlers.

John shook hands with the volunteer and then turned and waved at me. He put out his hand. I shook his hand. Grinning, John said, “My momma lives in Little Rock.” I was surprised. I said, “I know, John. She lives in my house.” John pointed at Priscilla, who was talking with another volunteer. John said, “That’s my sister.”

I thought, “Oh my gosh. Is he going, too? We can’t handle him and Mrs. R.”

I said, “I know who she is, John. She and I have been married almost 42 years.”

John, still grinning, said, “That’s my big sister.”

“I know,” I said. “We’ve been living together more than 40 years.”

In the car and leaving Texarkana, John said something about “still growing.” Priscilla said, “John, you are not still growing. You are a grown man.” I told her what John had said in the building.

“Oh lord,” Priscilla said. “We can’t handle both of them.”

“No, we can’t.”

“We just can’t,” she said.

At lunch Sunday, Mrs. R. ate at the table, an unusual event lately because she usually has neither the strength nor inclination to sit up, even in her high-back wheel chair. She ate almost all her tuna casserole and green salad, also unusual lately.

John said, out of nowhere, “My daddy’s dead.”

Mrs. R. said, “No, John, your daddy is not dead. He’s somewhere else.”

Priscilla said, “We’ll talk about that later, John.”

She talked about it Sunday evening when we were almost at John’s group home. “John,” she said, “when Mother said Daddy was not dead, she was confused. Daddy is dead. You know that.”

“Yeah,” John said.

“She was just confused. Her mind isn’t working right.”

“Yeah. My momma’s sick.”

“Yes she is.”

“She’s gonna die.”

“Yes, she is,” Priscilla said. “But she’s not going to die today. She might die in a week or two weeks or a month. We just don’t know. But right now, she is confused.”

John said, “They ought to just let her die.”

As I have mentioned before, John is 57 years old physically and 5 or 6 mentally and emotionally. He saw his father die and his uncle and his aunt die. He sees the difference in his mother from four months ago and now. When he said “They ought to just let her die,” he might have been repeating what someone said 20 years ago when Mrs. R.’s mother suffered through dementia and finally died at 97; or, he might have been giving his own thought. The sincerity and frankness with which he said the words … I think it was his own thought.