Wednesday, June 17, 2009

We've been abducted!


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We were just innocently visiting Roswell, New Mexico, with our British friends who expressed a desire to see the site of the 1947 crash site, and I pooh-poohed it until we looked up and ... and I'll be damned! The captain of the saucer looks like Ron Paul!

Nah, we're OK. Just a fast note here, while I'm thinking about it. Good snake hunting near the Chiricahuas for a couple of nights, and even caught a nice little Arizona alligator lizard next to our cabin. A few days more in alien country, a visit to Carlsbad Caverns, and then back home for a week of resting up. Even if it has to be in Phoenix.

Now if I can just get out of this spacecraft...

Saturday, June 6, 2009

We survived Disneyland!


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Not a cheap vacation, but one of the best times I have had, if only just to watch Katie go nuts at the place. Four and a half days at the Happiest Place on Earth, and really I have to admit that I enjoy myself every time I walk in there. I tend to be a little nostalgic about things that were created personally by Walt Disney, and so attractions like the Enchanted Tiki Room (opened in 1963), Pirates of the Caribbean, and the Haunted Mansion always hold a special spot in my heart. And best of all, those are Katie's favorites, too, with Pirates holding the top spot. An exciting thing (for me, anyway) is hearing that they are planning to bring back Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln, Disney's audioanimatronic presentation of Abraham Lincoln talking, standing, gesturing -- when I took my mom in there years ago (she's a sucker for American history like I am) the tears started flowing down her face when Lincoln stood up and began to speak. I did write to Disney personnel after I went to Disneyland last October, pointing out that taking the Lincoln exhibit out of operation just as his 200th birthday was being celebrated probably wasn't the best move, so I am glad that he'll be back. This does mean, however, that I will probably have to go back there this year to see President Lincoln all over again, if my wallet holds out.

Several notes for Disneyland vacationers: if you're planning to stay at the Disneyland Hotel, once the premier hotel for Disneyland enthusiasts, you might want to rethink that option. The Best Westerns across the street give you breakfasts. The Disneyland Hotel gives you coffee at 6:30, at which time I have normally been awake for about two hours. The big selling point for me was the idea of taking the monorail to the park and avoiding the huge lines outside the front gates, but the blasted monorail was either late or out of service more times than not. They really need to work on that thing. In any case, when I go back, I'll save a few bucks by staying at a Best Western motel where they will actually feed me in the morning, and I'll just count on waiting at the front gates.



Upon coming back, I had to take an Arizona state test on World History for my teaching work. We'll see how I did in about a month. Once that was over with, I got to pick up my new truck. Yep, a new one. Still hooked on Toyota Tundras, so I decided to get a new truck once my 2006 turned 30000 miles. I could have kept the old one, but the new ones have a lot of things my old truck didn't have, not to mention it was new, lol.

Now I was expecting Katie to be thrilled at a new vehicle, but she yelled at me for getting rid of her old friend Bob the Truck, and it took a while for her to get over it. However, I just had sidesteps put on, and finished it off by having a bedliner sprayed in, and she's warmed up to the new one now. She decided to name this one Indy, which I think isn't a bad name at all.

So, since I always like to take a few photos of new vehicles before they get rock and door dings, here's Indy:







I'm going to try to keep this guy for about five years this time, instead of three. Unless I get rich, which is doubtful. He'll get his trial run on our vacation with our British friends to Roswell and Carlsbad Caverns. I think he should do nicely.

So, anyhow, the first vacation installment is done, I got new toys, and life's good. Despite Obama, who I try not to think about. At least when I go back to Springfield, Illinois in July to visit Lincoln sites I can be comforted by the fact that he's not in town anymore, even when he's having a $40000 date with his wife at the taxpayers' expense. I can't believe guys like that telling US to economize, and he blows THOUSANDS to take his wife to a show with full Secret Service protection, and...

Aw, hell, there I go thinking about the guy again.

Nuts on that stuff. Disneyland was fun, and so's my new truck. I'm going to be out making a really big carbon footprint with Indy in preparation for getting taxed to death for doing it. Burn that gas! Be greater than God and destroy the planet (yeah, right)!

Have a nice day, folks...

Herp

Thursday, May 28, 2009

What a summer!


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Hasn't even started yet, and boy do we have plans. After a year of teaching high school science (with an attempt at teaching a class of junior-high kids to write) we're going to Disneyland! Four days in the Happiest Place on Earth (and I can definitely use a happy place after a school year of attitude problems) -- and we're even going to stay in the Disneyland Hotel. Never stayed there before, and the prospect of just getting on the monorail into Disneyland and avoiding a million people waiting at the gates is pretty cool. We're all pretty jazzed about that. But wait -- there's more!

Once we get home, we get a week to recuperate, and then our old friends from England come over for their yearly two-week visit. They always get to pick what they want to do, and this year it's Roswell, New Mexico! LOL, gotta love those aliens. Works out pretty well, because we have relatives in Roswell, and we haven't seen them for a while, plus it's not all that far from Carlsbad Caverns and some pretty good Billy the Kid stuff (Lincoln, NM is a hot spot), so it should be a good short trip. Plus they're bringing me my yearly supply of Earl Grey tea from Fortnum and Mason, not to mention an authentic Indiana Jones shirt and pants from the place in England that makes the stuff for the movies. Can't complain! I've just about got every piece of authentic Indy gear I can find, right down to the hats and the Mark VII gas mask bag that he used in the movies, not to mention the jacket, whip, and holster, so this ought to set me up pretty good for this year's Halloween -- plus I may have to start wearing this stuff, just because, when it cools off later in the year (that leather jacket looks great in the movies, but it ain't summer-in-Arizona apparel).

Another week or so after they take off, we are taking Katie on a long road trip to experience some uniquely American things; I'm hoping she'll find things about the trip to remember when she gets older and thinks back about her childhood. We're heading to Springfield, Illinois to visit all the Lincoln sites there in honor of the 200th anniversary of his birth (house, tomb, Lincoln Library and Museum), and then on the way back we'll stop by Mount Rushmore and the Little Bighorn battlefield, not to mention a stop at the Oz Museum in Kansas to make my wife happy (she can probably do the entire script from memory -- years of running school plays from the Wizard of Oz will do that to you). And we'll see my wife's birthplace in Iowa along the way, too. So, all in all, it should be a good trip, and I'll be ready to relax for a couple of weeks once I get back before school starts again!

I haven't done anything of this scope in one summer since I've had summers -- and boy, there have been a lot of summers in my life -- and I'm looking forward to it. I hope it will be fun for my daughter, too. Making memories -- that's really what life is about. Let's hope there are some good ones this year.

Herp

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Happy birthday to my sister -- the anti-role model


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I was talking on Skype the other day to my old childhood friend Becky (we were around 5 years old when we first met) about my big sister Kathy. Kathy was my best friend as a child. We did all sorts of stuff together; she called me "T" and whenever I had a problem she was always there to help me sort things out.

We grew up together on a farm in Oregon; I don't know if she particularly liked it or not, but she did have her own horse (which she couldn't ride for beans) and was a pretty normal girl. Until she went to college at the University of Oregon.

This was back in the '60s; the heyday of Abbie Hoffman, the Black Panthers, and Students for a Democratic Society. Whatever happened, my sister was sucked into the maw of leftist philosophy, and turned, seemingly overnight, from a normal farm girl to a fist-shaking, snarling protester, who hated capitalist pigs, sexists, racists, the "pigs," the establishment, etc.

I was due to go to college in 1970, and her present to me was to send me a little essay by some guy, whose name escapes me, entitled "The Student as Nigger." This was to get me ready to crap on all of my college professors and to begin attacking anyone over the age of thirty as members of the establishment or white devil slavemasters (or whatever came to mind that sounded protest-appropriate). I sent my sister a letter telling her that I wasn't interested in such things, not having been indoctrinated yet, and not to bother sending me anything else like that. She was offended, and a few years later told me that my response to her "sounded like Dad." I was, and am, still annoyed over the transformation of my sister from a normal girl to a nut, all due to leftists.

At the time, I was too young to have formulated a political philosophy, but if I were to trace it back to the beginning, I would say that my sister's complete personality change when she went to college was the trigger. For years afterwards she would send Christmas presents back to my mother that had been sent to her children, saying she didn't want her children to accept anything from her evil parents. The only time she ever came around and made an attempt to be somewhat polite was when she was short of cash. Otherwise, there she was in Canada. Yep, Canada. During the Vietnam War she married a draft-dodger and moved to Canada. My dad, a WW2 vet, didn't think much of that. Then she dumped the guy, got pregnant by a black guy, and ended up with HIM. Again, my father (possibly the prototype for Archie Bunker) didn't think much of THAT, either, and Kathy pretty much became a non-entity.

I don't remember hearing from her for years; then one morning at work I got a call from my mother. Kathy had been killed in a fall from a horse (I told you earlier she couldn't ride for beans). Apparently she'd been tossed onto her head, just like Christopher Reeve would be some years in the future, but she was dead just about as soon as she hit the ground. And the last I remembered hearing from her, it was seeing my best childhood friend yelling and spouting epithets about our family, all a result of leftist ideology. And I realized in a flash that, being suddenly gone, there would never be a time where Kathy and I could sit down and make up, or reminisce about growing up. She died hating her family, estranged from all of us due to leftist ideology, and went to her grave shaking her fist. And for that I can't forgive leftists.

So I suppose, on Kathy's birthday: April Fool's Day, the 1st of April -- I can say that I trace my disgust with leftists to a horseback-riding accident years ago. Leftists took my sister away, and turned a young, impressionable girl into a screaming harpy, and with her death, all chances of a reconciliation ended. But no biggie for them; lose one footsoldier but there are millions more to indoctrinate.

Happy birthday, big sister. Sorry I lost you. Was it worth it?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lincoln!


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In the rush to deify Barack Hussein Obama, and to see his birthday disappear in an amalgam of "Presidents" whose birthdays are celebrated on "Presidents Day," apparently to make room for people of the correct color to have their OWN holidays, I think it's being largely forgotten that the greatest statesman and President in US history (southerners, sorry, but the war's over) would be 200 years old this year.

Lincoln has his supporters and detractors. Neoconfederates constantly talk about Lincoln the Tyrant, who misused the powers given to him by the Constitution of the United States. They claim that it's all his fault that states' rights have been trampled by the federal government. But they seem to forget that there were a couple of things at stake back then: the Union falling apart, and slavery as a disease in a country which ostensibly believed that all men were created equal.

Abraham Lincoln was born in a one-room cabin in Kentucky, poorer than the proverbial churchmouse, and had less than a second-grade formal education. His prospects for success were almost non-existent, and, if not for his brilliant mind and love of country, he would no doubt have been some hayseed living out his life and dying in some shack in the backwoods of America somewhere.

Oh, I know there are the screamers out there, typically from the South. They've never gotten over the fact that they overreached and lost. They claim that very few Southerners ever owned slaves, and that the war wasn't about slavery anyhow. What they choose to ignore is that while, yes, only the wealthy owned slaves, every Southerner viewed ownership of slaves as a birthright that they hoped someday to fulfill. One of the premier conservative scholars of today, Dinesh D'Souza, wrote a great article entitled Lincoln: Hypocrite or Statesman? in which he reminds people of a speech never mentioned in the South's revisionist history where slavery and Lincoln are concerned; this speech, given by CSA Vice President Stephens, is reported on by D'Souza thusly:

This approach to rewriting history has been going on for more than a century. Alexander Stephens, former vice president of the Confederacy, published a two-volume history of the Civil War between 1868 and 1870 in which he hardly mentioned slavery, insisting that the war was an attempt to preserve constitutional government from the tyranny of the majority. But this is not what Stephens said in the great debates leading up to the war. In his “Cornerstone” speech, delivered in Savannah, Georgia, on March 21, 1861, at the same time that the South was in the process of seceding, Stephens said that the American Revolution had been based on a premise that was “fundamentally wrong.” That premise was, as Stephens defined it, “the assumption of equality of the races.” Stephens insisted that, instead, “our new [Confederate] government is founded upon exactly the opposite idea. Its foundations are laid, its cornerstone rests upon the great truth that the Negro is not equal to the white man. Slavery—subordination to the superior race—is his natural and normal condition. This, our new government, is the first, in the history of the world, based upon this great and moral truth.”


Abraham Lincoln originally hoped to stop slavery from spreading to states where it did not as yet exist, which is why the South freaked out and started bailing out as soon as he was elected. They didn't need to do this, as Lincoln never went along with the strict abolitionists until the South forced his hand. He didn't want to be the President under whose watch the Union dissolved, and once the southern states seceded, it went hand in hand with the reason they seceded: fear that Lincoln would abolish slavery. He came to realize that "a house divided shall not stand," and that the Constitution did not say "all men are created equal, except for Negroes." And for Lincoln, that was the end of the discussion.

While some point to Lincoln as striking a serious blow against states' rights in favor of centralized control by the federal government, it's still a fact that state constitutions override federal control where laws are concerned. Gun control is a prime example of that, to name one thing.

Lincoln had a solemn promise to protect and defend the Constitution, and to keep the United States of America whole and inviolate. At the cost of many of his countrymen, all due to the bull-headedness of the south, I might add, he succeeded, and ended slavery with the passage of the 13th Amendment in the bargain. Either, Lincoln said, the Constitution works for all people, or it works for none of them, and regardless of all the freaking out by people over his suspension of habeas corpus, later found to be necessary for the President of the United States to carry out his sacred duty to the country in emergency circumstances, Lincoln DID preserve the Union, and WAS the Great Emancipator. Whether or not there are people who believe that Lincoln did all this just to be a tyrant, and in fact, as Lincoln's law partner Billy Herndon noted that Lincoln's ambition was "a little engine that knew no rest," (hell, he was in politics -- what do you expect?) Lincoln loved his country and kept her in one piece.

So, Barack Hussein Obama may very well be deified, as noted, as being the first black president, regardless of his qualifications for the job. But is this important because of his qualities, or simply because of his skin color? It would seem to me, when it has been reported that about 90% of blacks in this country voted for BHO, that there's racism involved, but, by God, not by whites. You see, ALL the blacks in the US could have voted for BHO, and if all the racist evil white devil slavemasters had voted for McCain, Obama would have lost by sheer numbers. What does this mean? It means, dear friends, that a whole bunch of white people voted for Obama. Hopefully this spells the deathknell for White Guilt in this country. But one thing that blacks need to remember on February 12 -- they need to ponder the fact that, had there been no Abraham Lincoln looking out for the constitutional rights of ALL people in the USA, Obama probably wouldn't have been in any position to run for ANYTHING.

It seems to me that Martin Luther King, Jr. would want blacks to celebrate Lincoln's birthday on this 200th anniversary, far and away above celebrating the godlike "accomplishment" of Barack Obama. And King might want to remind blacks of the line in his "I Have a Dream" speech that we hear constantly at this time of year -- you know, the one about dreaming about his little children one day being judged by the content of their character rather than by the color of their skin.

In this day and age, when it was outright stated by blacks that if you didn't vote for BHO you were racist, how do you think people were judging Obama? Do you think King would approve?

In any case, in this year celebrating the bicentennial of Abraham Lincoln's birth, you might want to give a little thought to the man who made this event possible, regardless of the motives of the voters involved. I urge you to go to http://www.abrahamlincoln200.org as a starting point, and do a little research on the life of this great man, who embodied the Great American Story.

Barack Obama is no Abraham Lincoln. Let's just hope he's up to doing the job, whatever color he happens to be.

Herp

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

We've made it through another Christmas


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Not that I'm happy about that, by any means. Christmas has always been, to me, at least, as Scrooge's nephew noted, "...a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys." (Note: ACOC "moderators" apparently don't go along with this, although they have left me alone for a while now).

Christmas brings back memories of my youth as though they happened just the other day. My brother always got the cool stuff, from guns to, once, a live iguana that we found crawling around in the Christmas tree as ornaments crashed to the ground.

Oh, I got cool stuff too, but most things I can barely remember. I suppose the best things I took away from Christmases past have been memories, which have faded a bit with time but which will never disappear the way old Christmas toys do. It's why cinnamon is still my favorite spice, and why I call vanilla extract "the secret ingredient" -- Katie now calls it that as she helps me bake things -- because these smells conjure up memories of my mom as she got ready for Christmas.

My father always said that "Christmas is for kids," but I don't believe that my mother felt the same way. After we all went our separate ways and were no longer at home for Christmas, my dad's sole contribution to the season was to stick a cardboard tree up on the wall in lieu of an actual tree. I think he realized, when we had him to our house for a Christmas after my mom had died, that he should have taken her feeling into account more than just celebrating his own curmudgeonly tendencies.

My mother instilled a love of Christmas in me, entwined with stories of the Nativity (even though she wasn't a religious woman, she had no doubt what we were celebrating at Christmas, and was sure that we all knew what the holiday was about) and with Santa Claus. Life was different then: when we went to bed on Christmas Eve, the living room was normal, that is, no tree, no decorations (other than any cards my parents might have received, a Nativity scene, and our stockings -- big olive-green jobs left over from my dad's service during WW2) hung on the screen by the fireplace). When we woke up in the morning we found a veritable wonderland: huge floor-to-ceiling tree, covered with lights, tinsel (the real metal stuff) and candy canes; at the other end of the room a big Lionel train was roaring around a track (I've never figured out the train-under-the-tree thing; no room for presents if that had happened). Yep, except for the train, which Santa kindly assembled for my dad every year, Santa brought everything, including the tree. I make it easier for him these days and supply the tree myself, but I often think about how astonishing it was for me when Santa Claus did it all.



My daughter, I hope, will be brought up with my love of Christmas, and will pass it on to her kids. As long as I am around, I hope to pass on traditions to her, or at least preferences (notably big lights and tinsel -- none of those wimpy twinkle lights for me, and for God's sake a REAL tree as opposed to those plastic things).

My mother passed on Christmas baking to me, which my wife is very pleased about, and I look forward to that part of the season, too. Katie, I have a feeling, will be helping me out more and more as the years go by.

The most wistful time of the season begins, for me, at the moment the last present is unwrapped and the wrappings have been disposed of. "What now?" I think. All the buildup to Christmas is done away with in a flash, and I realize that it will be another whole year before we see the holiday again. It's sad in a way, but a relief to my wallet, to know that I won't have to worry about unique presents for a year (or paying for them). My daughter was so upset, two weeks before Christmas, crying that Christmas was still too far away; I wonder if she has begun to think how far away it is NOW.

Oh, well, it was a good one. And it gives me something to look forward to again, as it does every year. And, as Tiny Tim observed: God bless us, everyone.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Why are they following me?


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EEEK! I don't get it! Everywhere I go, there's someone with a weird or really scary username following my every move! I comment on a forum -- I'm a midget! My wife posts a YouTube video using my account, and I poisoned my dog! I'm asked to moderate a forum, and people get e-mails telling them I'm an evil bastard who banned Ann Coulter from her own website! AIIEEEEEEE!

No, folks, I'm not paranoid. In fact, I find it even a little entertaining that, two years after a "coup" to remove the EEEEVIL HERP as Coulter's administrator, they can't let it go. Now it would stand to reason, if these were normal humans, that once they got rid of someone they'd say "Whew! Now we can get on with life and never have to even think about this guy again!" But these apparently aren't normal humans. Because of a lack of accountability, and running short of butterflies to pull wings from (I hear they do this, by the way) they use this as some sort of entertainment when times are slow at the Coulter forum. And times apparently ARE slow. You see...

The "moderators" there, apparently drunk with power, ban people who post things on other forums favorable to me, or who post anything at all that they don't like on other forums for that matter. This is a policy that's starting to rankle more than a few people. It's not that this is a surprise, as I've pointed out this behavior in the past. However, they've apparently ramped it up a bit, which is good news for our little forum at Outcast Conservatives . The disaffected and crapped-upon seem to have found a forum where normalcy is back in vogue. One of them is apparently as astonished as I am that these people are so -- um -- nuts that they just can't let it go, and posted this at OC:

This is unbelievable!!!

Who in the hell has the time (or inclination) to stalk someone across the internet, through Youtube , or whatever, just to criticise or taunt someone who isn't even addressing them in any way?

Sheeesh! It is just flabergasting how petty and inane some people can be.

Your house looks fine to me....it looks 'lived-in" and warm.....but... who the fu*k should care besides you guys? Why should it bother anyone what your house looks like anyway?

And your carpets.....? What kind of loser looks at a fun video of your little dog having fun with a bug and notices your carpets, anyway? I didn't notice your carpets. I was looking at your little dog having fun!

Some people are just sick. I mean....truly sick! And if these were assholes that Herp has pissed off in the past, then I suggest that this proves that Herp's instincts about them were correct all along.

It's always nice to feel vindicated!


Yep -- when they run out of anything else they can think of to come up with, by golly they make fun of someone's carpets! Yep, you read it here, folks: CARPETS. WOO!

Now, Robert Schaufelberger, Coulter's webmaster, told me almost two years ago upon my ouster that this harassing behavior wouldn't continue. As many can attest, it has continued. I don't, as noted above, understand it. And I never know when it's going to show up. I can go for a while on the net without a peep, and then, boy, post a dog video and it's THE BIG OPPORTUNITY! We're talking two years, folks, and they haven't gotten over me yet. Could it be that they miss me? Could it be that they have too much money and want me to have some of it in exchange for continual false attacks upon my reputation? Hey! Maybe this will turn out OK after all!

Come on by Outcast and post your stories about how the very kind, upstanding, and ethical "moderators" at ACOC continue to bully, harass, and ultimately ban people for doing nothing other than not being allowed into the "in" crowd. Might be fun!

I'll just keep collecting information until I can start counting my money.

Herp