Wishful thinking on a grand scale.

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I wish I could bring myself to believe that this kind of thing does any good.  I can't.

http://www.wibc.com/news/local-news/indy-radio-stations-calling-unity

Indianapolis area radio stations are joining those calling for unity against violence. 

Indy United on the Circle is a rally in support of public safety and law enforcement.  This follows the tragic shooting death of IMPD Officer Perry Renn.  Emmis Communications Senior VP Charlie Morgan says the free public event is slated for this Saturday at 9 pm on Monument Circle.  Morgan adds the event is an opportunity for people share and express a sense of community amid the recent violence.

U.S. Rep Andre Carson, Mayor Greg Ballard, public safety officials, community and clergy leaders are also set to attend. 

That's nice, but the violent element is not inclined to listen to anything you have to say.  By their sheer existence they have already given notice that they don't care what you think because they have decided to operate outside of the norms of human decency to get what they think is coming to them.

The answer to these people is not rallies and prayer and vigils, but a willingness to go after them tooth and claw until they scream for mercy.  It is no different than what I said yesterday about the Israelis.  You do not go to war hoping that you don't have to fight, or with a care for collateral damage and civilian casualties. You go to war with the intent of breaking the other side to the point that they not only cannot fight you anymore, but to the point that they do not want to fight you anymore.

In a way, it's a shame that we have hobbled ourselves with posse comitatus.  It would be interesting to go through the less fortunate parts of this town with about a thousand National Guard troops and methodically remove these people from our midst.*  But that is not going to happen, any more than this waste of perfectly good air time is going to accomplish what it is trying to do.

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* I have clearly read The Last Centurion far too many times.

Democrats are scum (but we knew that).

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Do these people think that they are immune from the consequences of their idiocy?

Virginia Democrat Offers Reward For Nude Photos of Big Game Hunting Texas Tech Cheerleader Kendall Jones…

I noted on Facebook that I wished I were Ms. Jones's father.  Because Mr. Dick, er, Dickinson would be a dead man walking if I were.

To be honest, I'm kind of surprised that Dick, er, Dickinson would actually threaten to do something like this to a woman who, if she became irate with him, could probably put an arrow through him at a hundred yards and then gut him like the pig he is.

So, since he probably won't end up qualifying for a Darwin Award (because folks like the Joneses are probably far too polite to beat the life out of him as he so richly deserves), Mr. Mike "Little" Dick, er, Dickinson, receives the Tiger Taunting Award today for his inability to understand exactly when it's wiser to just keep your damn piehole shut.

 

Honest to God...

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If I were Benjamin Netanyahu, the first thing I would have ordered when the rockets started to fall again would have been an offensive to push everyone in Gaza into the sea.  And I wouldn't have stopped until my troops' boots were in the salt water.

What?  The Arabs threaten the same thing about the Jews constantly.

The Israelis are going to have to figure out, one of these days, that the object of war is to pursue and destroy your enemy ruthlessly until he loses the will to fight back.  If you have to wipe him out to accomplish that, you do it.  They'll call it genocide, but you'll call it the will of God, who told you to destroy Amalek unto all generations:

16 For all that do such things, even all that do unrighteously, are an abomination unto the LORD thy God.
17 Remember what Amalek did unto thee by the way as ye came forth out of Egypt;
18 how he met thee by the way, and smote the hindmost of thee, all that were enfeebled in thy rear, when thou wast faint and weary; and he feared not God.
19 Therefore it shall be, when the LORD thy God hath given thee rest from all thine enemies round about, in the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee for an inheritance to possess it, that thou shalt blot out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven; thou shalt not forget.
(Deut. 25:16-19)

Kill them all.  God will know his own.

SIGH.

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Why, oh why, can't Comcast run a working Internet service?  They did so well for so long here.

Today, service keeps dropping intermittently and their DNS servers have been inconsistent for two days.  I can't do much about the former, but I've switched to Google's public DNS services at 8.8.8.8 and 8.8.8.4, and suddenly sites that I couldn't reach for two days are now reachable.

Sad thing is, even if we could get UVerse here, it would be slower and worse, and just as hard to get tech support.  But it would sure be nice to have it as a backup.

I want to know why in hell I can't get Smithville Internet up here, damn it!  I know their Executive Vice President, isn't that enough?  :)

Waterspout

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Here's the waterspout I saw yesterday.  The SAS store is right "underneath" it :)

I think this was the same waterspout reported here.*

waterspout.jpg

About two minutes later, it dissipated just to the right of that taller light pole (behind the car with its headlights on), and we got pummelled by a torrential downpour and thunder that was contemporaneous with the flash of lightning.  There was a little hail, too -- nothing big enough to see but loud enough to hear on the roof of the Kia Sorrento we're renting.

I was sitting in the car trying to find out what the frequency for this county's Skywarn net is.  Turns out this county doesn't HAVE a Skywarn net.  Probably because they'd be activating it every day.  (I also found out later that they tone their 2M repeaters on the input AND the output.  How odd.)

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* It was -- As I'm sitting there in the car, Tarpon Point is directly in front of me, about 3 or 4 miles across the marshes, on the other side of the Caloosahatchie River.  Update 9 Jul 2014.

Feets can't fail me now.

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Some time back, someone (and I think it was Og) made mention of SAS, San Antonio Shoes.  Handmade in the USA.

We're on holiday down here in our secure undisclosed location (well, it's disclosed on Facebook; suffice it to say that there are palm trees and I saw a waterspout yesterday), and we stopped by the outlets to buy me some new shirts and shorts.  And guess what, they had an SAS store.

My dogs have been driving me absolutely frickin' bonkers for months.  I generally wear Cabela's walking sneakers, which are wearable and comfortable but not incredibly so.  Luckily I don't walk much.  Well.  Luckily for my feet, not for my ample girth.

So we went in and the very nice lady fitted me into some antique walnut Time Out's.

My feets lurvessssss them.  I have NEVER worn shoes that were so comfortable starting from the moment I put them on.  They've only gotten better over the past 24 hours.  (I did take them off to go to bed.)

SAS shoes are expensive ($170 for this pair; we had a $10 off coupon that basically paid the state sales tax), but like my wife said, your feet have to be comfortable.

Jesus was right -- the poor will always be with us.

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But that's no reason to pander to the bastards.  I don't spend a lot of time reading Wired, or any other internet press for that matter, but it seems to me that this article is right on target.

There was a time in this country when we understood this without having to be told, because it was part of our national psyche.  It was part and parcel of American Exceptionalism.  And that time has been in my lifetime and my remembrance.  Personally I'm sick and tired of hearing about the poor and how it's my responsibility to lower my standard of living so they can feel better about themselves (because lowering my standard sure isn't going to raise theirs).  A long time ago, PJ O'Rourke observed that you can't cure poverty by giving people money.  This is the same thing in different clothing.

Nobody wants the least common denominator.  I'm not going back to 56K dialup -- or worse, 300 baud, which is where I started with my VIC-20.  It is a moral imperative to strive for bigger, better and faster.  If we don't, we lose that part of us that makes us truly human.

Kind of along those lines, I saw an article in the WSJ yesterday talking about two professors at Northwestern University who spar back and forth about whether or not humanity has already invented all of the "important stuff".  http://online.wsj.com/articles/economists-duel-over-idea-that-technology-will-save-the-world-1402886301 (subscriber-only content, unfortunately.)  I generally pride myself on my curmudgeonliness, but the "curmudgeon" of the two who thinks we'll never invent anything important again would probably take issue with the attitude evinced in the Wired article.  I say he's full of beans.  I haven't seen a working fusion reactor yet, or a working hyperdrive.  As long as we can imagine greater things, we can certainly hold out hope for their invention.  And as long as we can imagine a better life for everyone, the last thing we want to do is stop innovating stuff that the poor can't necessarily afford.

And while we're at it -- Mayor Ballard, get all those fucking panhandlers off the roadway medians.  They're a traffic hazard and should be treated as such.  And there ain't none of them going without a meal or a roof over their head.

(BTW this was via Tam, who got it from this guy.)

Whence came the World Cup Logo?

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Hence!

WorldCup-Picard-facepalm.jpg

Feel free to steal.

Finally.

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We finally got our 1Gbit network upgrade at work.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

(Ignore that "~1100 mi" business.  For some reason SpeedTest thinks our colo is in eastern Kansas.  The actual test distance is probably less than 10 miles.)

I hate customers.

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I've probably opined here over the last few years about how our customers seem to be getting dumber and dumber as the old IT guys reach retirement age and the new IT guys take over.

This sort of takes the gold medal today:

The service installed, but the service, although listed as automatic, is not started. After starting the service it runs then stops and continuously requires restarting.

I'll bet if the customer were to look in the log that the software so thoughtfully provides, he'd find out why that's happening.  My money is on him not having the correct license applied.

Nah.  What am I thinking?  Customers looking at logs and figuring shit out for themselves?  What do I think this is, the 1990's?

Sigh.

Left hand doesn't know what right hand is doing.

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I was looking at my wife's flight information just now so I could decide when to leave to go pick her up, and noticed that the flight was marked as "departed" at 1:53 PM and the estimated time of arrival was 2:13 PM.

Dude, I want that flight.  If you can get me from here to Baltimore in 20 minutes, you have my business for life.

Then I looked a little closer, and noticed that the departure time was "EDT" and the arrival time was "EST".  And the Zulu times were correct, as well -- 1753Z and 1913Z.

I guess the FAA still hasn't gotten the memo that Indiana bowed to stupidity several years ago and we change our clocks like everybody else now.  Either that or Flightwise needs to fix their flight tracker ASAP.

Covered by roses
When this dance is over
We all know our beauty will die.
The choirs have awoken
Left no words unspoken
Remember you as long as I can
Hold you in my arms all night
And spill the wine until the end
We all have our place in time,
Need to live every moment

For all we are is falling stars in the night
A blinding light raging down from the sky
The rise and fall, the rhapsody of our lives
It's all we know, we've got to let go

 

Just to avoid confusion...

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It occurred to me that my reader might think that Julie (AKA Aviva) in the post below was my wife or sister or something.

She was, in fact, not related to me, not even by marriage.  She was, however, the woman I courted for 15 years (yes, she made that much of an impression on me) before I met my wife Sally.  She passed away on Tuesday night from complications from renal failure that was in turn the result of an advanced case of systemic lupus erythematosus, or just "lupus" to the general public.  I think she was diagnosed sometime between 1991 and 1993.  She had been in a nursing home for close to two years and suffered quite a bit from pain and general deterioration of her body's systems.

She was 57 years old, divorced, two great sons that I would have been proud to call my stepsons, and in one of the usual Jewish communal entanglements found in small Jewish communities, had been married into a family that my wife grew up with and which includes my real estate agent (her ex-husband) and my dentist and my auto mechanic (her ex-brothers in law) -- all of whom are also members of my Lodge.*  My wife, in point of fact, attended Julie's wedding many years ago, and I met Julie right about the time her divorce was finalized.

I am not going to say a lot about her because I have family members who read this blog and there are some things I don't really want to talk about since I am married, Julie is gone now, and I don't see any reason to bring up ancient history.  Suffice it to say that I never really stopped loving Julie, and about ten years ago Julie admitted that if Sally hadn't shown up when she did, things might have been different between us.  I take that with a grain of salt because at the time she told me that, I had no intention of following up on it (and never did after, either; I love my wife), she was getting ready to leave for Israel for what she thought was going to be for good, and at times like that sometimes you say things to make people feel better and remember you more fondly.

So the upshot of the story is, I could be a widower today, but apparently the good Lord had different plans for the both of us.

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* I raised the ex-husband as a Master Mason, and presided over the raising of his brother the dentist.  The other brother was already a Mason and transferred in from another lodge.  Their late father was also a Mason.

Rest in peace, sweetheart.

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.ברוך דין אמת Blessed is the True Judge.

Julie Rae Brooks, 17 Aug 1956 - 20 May 2014

O God, full of mercy, Who dwells on high, grant proper rest on the wings of the Divine Presence, in the lofty levels of the holy and pure ones, who shine like the glow of the firmament, for the soul of Aviva your daughter, who has gone to her eternal home.  May her resting place be in the Garden of Eden; therefore may the Master of mercy shelter her in the shadow of His wings for eternity; and may He bind her soul in the Bond of Life.  The Lord is her heritage, and may she repose in peace on her resting place. Now let us say, Amen.

May His great Name grow exalted and sanctified (Amen.)
in the world that He created as He willed.
May He give reign to His kingship in your lifetimes and in your days,
and in the lifetimes of the entire Family of Israel,
swiftly and soon. Now respond: Amen.
(Cong Amen. May His great Name be blessed forever and ever.)
May His great Name be blessed forever and ever.
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name of the Holy One, Blessed is He
(Cong. Blessed is He) beyond any blessing and song,
praise and consolation that are uttered in the world. Now respond: Amen.
May there be abundant peace from Heaven, and life
upon us and upon all Israel. Now respond: Amen.
He Who makes peace in His heights, may He make peace,
upon us and upon all Israel. Now respond: Amen.

Lest anyone think that ALL I do is complain on this blog...

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Well, mostly I rant, yes.  But sometimes it's nice to share something positive, and this video (via Allen West's blog) is that kind of thing.

Think for a moment about whether or not the Iranian Revolutionary Guard or the Syrian Army would promote such a program.  And then tell me who the dangerous people are in the Middle East.  Please show your work and be honest.

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