Missed land deal

In Armstrong County, Texas, about 25 miles southeast of Amarillo. My wife grew up in the Panhandle, east of Amarillo. The land out there is great – rolling hills, grass in springtime, lots of red dirt, Palo Duro Canyon.

The land I missed out on is a bit more than 12,000 acres. Deer, stock tanks, fences, windmills. And a big thing – three miles of Prairie Dog Fork of the Red River runs through the center of the place.

Yep. Missed out.

The place sold for $8.2 million. I would have been a little more than short on available cash, and I’m not sure how much a bank would loan on income derived from Army retirement and Social Security.

Couldn't get a job with that art history degree? Sue the university

One of the better pieces of writing on college ridiculousness and Obama regime heavy-handedness.

http://takimag.com/article/why_im_suing_vanderbilt_university_joe_bob_briggs/print#axzz4OqVPRO3S

Comments section introduces “intellectual lesbians: they don’t know dick” and “homolectuals.”

A dumb quote from somebody who had a job when he wrote:

“To look for a job before looking deeply inward is likely to short-circuit the process of finding your calling.” – Somebody named Dan Miller.

When there was definite need for food, electricity, water, rent, college costs, and etc., “finding my calling” did not keep me from digging ditches and running a jack hammer. Whoever that Miller is, when was he looking at overdue bills?

A caller not paying attention

Almost all calls on the landline phone are telemarketers or of the related ilk. Rather than allow six or eight ringy dingies, I answer with either “Thank you for calling the Red Pony. How may I help you on this glorious (morning or afternoon)?” or “Socialist Workers Party. How may I direct your call?”

A few minutes ago I answered a call with “Socialist Workers Party.” In the background were noises from a dozen or more telephone workers. My caller said, “Hello, my name is Raymond. I am calling on behalf of the Republican Party. Have you and Priscilla taken the opportunity to vote?”

My thought: Dude, pay attention. I answered “Socialist Workers Party.” Did you not hear? Maybe he did, and maybe his West Indian background (evident from his accent) did not allow an unusual statement to interfere with his programmed spiel.

I replied, “No, we have not, but we will.”

“Thank you very much,” Raymond said, “and have a blessed day.”

Hey, it was a lot better than somebody trying to sell insurance.

Life as an elephant

Why not? Leaving baby status, graze on grass or leaves, drink water and take a shower, spray other elephants, roll in mud, look at lions and do a “Say what?” demeanor, eat more grass. Do it over and over again. Becoming top bull – Doesn’t get any better. Eventually, go off somewhere, lie down and say, “It’s been an OK life.”

If Dilbert says so, you can take it to the bank

“Russian hackers are better than we thought. They stole Clinton's emails from the NSA, put them on Huma's laptop, and pinned it on Weiner.” – Scott Adams.

http://ace.mu.nu/#366613

Why is he publisher of anything?

Rolling Stone boss: “We were the victim of one of these rare, once-in-a-lifetime things that nobody in journalism can protect themselves from.”

Your writers and editors could have ******* checked, *******!

Self-described “journalists” who cut corners and ignore basics just to get a hot story really piss me off.

http://nypost.com/2016/10/28/rolling-stone-publisher-apologizes-to-embattled-uva-dean/

And: “I’m very, very sorry. It was never meant to ever happen this way to you,” Wenner informed University of Virginia dean Nicole Eramo. Well, what *** **** did you think would happen when you published a made-up story?