Tuesday, September 23, 2014


So Lois Lerner's latest claim is that she is not as bad as Jeffery Dahmer.
Wow, that is a bold statement. Given her track record with the truth I decided to evaluate the evidence and make my own judgment. 
Hmmmm let's see............

Well I don't have any firm evidence but judging from her gaunt look and snooty attitude I would swear Lois Lerner is a Vegan.
Lois Lerner probably a Vegan, bad!

Jeffery Dahmer, a definite meat eater.
Jeffery Dahmer meat eater, good!

Jeffery Dahmer did some very bad things, but Jeffery Dahmer was sent to prison and paid for his crimes. He was even beaten to death by another inmate with a broom handle.
Jeffery Dahmer paying his debt to society and getting beaten to death with a broom stick, 
Very good!

Lois Lerner despite being beaten in the face with an ugly stick, survived the attack and seeing how her co-conspirators are in the White House and running the DOJ she will never see the inside of a prison.
Lois Lerner not paying her debt to society and surviving an ugly stick attack,
Very bad!

Jeffery Dahmer was a homosexual, being that it is fashionable to be politically correct, homosexually is very good. Granted Jeffry Dahmer was a homosexual that ate other homosexuals (not the good kind of ate)  I can't give Jeff a very good on that. Cannibalism mitigates it somewhat so.
Jeffery Dahmer was a homosexual, with an * for the cannibalism thing = good!

According to Wikipedia Jeffery Dahmer was "a keen tennis player".
Jeffery Dahmer being called a keen tennis player, good!

Lois Lerner was not listed by Wikipedia as a keen tennis player.
Lois Lerner probably not a keen tennis player, bad.

Lois Lerner worked for the IRS.
Lois Lerner worked for the IRS, very bad!

So there you have it.
Lois Lerner scored 2 bads and 2 very bads.
Jeffery Dahmer score was 3 goods and 1 very good.
That means Lois Lerner's claim that she is not as bad as Jeffry Dahmer is unfounded.
By my calculations Lois Lerner's is 11 times worse than Jeffery Dahmer.

Bad pick Lois, care to try any other ultra sinister figures from history? You could try digging up Adolf Hitler. Let's see how you do against him.

Sunday, September 21, 2014


Joe rattled my chain again.
I don't know why even in my semi-retired state it seems like I can't find the time to write anything. It's not like Obama's antics aren't still perfect fodder for prose.
Life in the park and at my little lake shack has tempered my pen full of bitter ink, but here goes nothing anyway and I do mean nothing. Joe be careful what you ask for. I fear all you have done is awaken a sleeping giant jackass.

This summer has swept by like an Obama appointee dodging another scandal. The good part about that is getting loose ends taken care of in advance of my winter escape for the frozen tundra that is the Indiana winter weather.
Obama has been so successful in his attempt to save the planet from Global Warming that now the Earth is too cold! He needs to dial his efforts back a bit so that the Great Lakes don't totally freeze over again and Indiana winters aren't like Wisconsin.

One huge weight off my shoulders was getting rid of my rental house. Thanks to baby sis Rita, the up and coming real estate mogul, my house sold in 11 days and I got a really fair price for it! We closed on it last Thursday then went out and partied like rock stars.
I can only hope that my semi-retired state continues to be this good. I love my work at the park and living in the camper up on top of the hill there agrees with me as does staying here at the lake a short and beautiful 15 minute drive to the north.
About the lake shack/cabin/shed, I'm sure Al Gore would not be pleased to hear I'm no longer totally off the grid here. Yes Al I still do have the 12 volt system powered by batteries charged by solar panels. But as of last week I also have a hundred amps of magnificent whirling electrons whooshing to and fro in my cabin thanks to the good folks of REMC.
Getting on the grid is a real game changer here and will enable me to make this more of a home and less like a Unabomber hideout.
I'm still a little light in the Internet department but at least I do have some slower than I like free Wifi in the building next to where I park my camper.
I'm not sure how I can steal some Wifi when I get to Fort Myers but at least I will be able to steal some great food from baby sis! Glad she likes to cook!

As for tending to my meager blog I need to get more irate and deranged about the comings and goings in this crazy world we inhabit. I'm afraid my contentment has rendered me too mellow for my own good. It's like the episode of Star Trek when Kirk got split in half. One Kirk was all ISIS like and the other Kirk turned into a big pussy.
By the end of that episode Kirk learned that without the badass side of his personality his pussy side was as useless and inept as @$&&@&.
Pussy Kirk tracked down his Al queda self and held him tightly as he consoled himself telling badass Kirk that the two halves needed to be recombined to be a fully functional Star Fleet Captian.
So you see that there is a downside to living a simple but stress free life like I'm doing now. It's difficult for me to get worked up about things that I need to vent them on this blog. I guess my happy-with-life pussy side needs to find a way to hug it out with my old formally overworked, chronically divorced, grumpy landlord self.

Saturday, September 20, 2014


Yes Joe, it lives! Be carfule what you wish for. All you have done is awaken a sleeping giant jackass.
I shall return,

Saturday, July 19, 2014


And of course anyone who enabled him, i.e. The amazing flexible President Gumby.

Friday, July 4, 2014


Happy 4th of July! A good day to reflect on the goings on in Washington, the former bastion of freedom.
Let's review, long ago I'm a galaxy far away someone wrote and we adopted, 
We the people of The United States of America, in order to form a more perfect Union.
To establish Justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare.......
Ok let's pause right there.
Notice it does not say promote the common defense and provide the general welfare!
I don't believe the  words "provide and promote" were used for defense and welfare without intention.
Providing and promoting, one is handing a guy a fish, the other is telling a guy ok there's the lake and the fishing is great.
That's all I got to say about that.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


NASA the arm of the Government that used to be the gold standard for space exploration and technology development, today launched a rocket to study CO 2 emission and Global Warming, err Climate Change or whatever the hell they are calling it this week.
Waste of money, why didn't they just leave the damn thing on the launch pad and just release the "data" they want the outcome to be. trust me if the data does not match the "settled science" it will by the time they manipulate or "hockey stick" it.

Orbiting Carbon Observatory-2

Tuesday, June 17, 2014


Saturday, this is the day. My son asked me several weeks ago to be his Best Man. I was trying to recall ever hearing about a father being his sons Best Man. Don't know of any instances. I know my son has many friends, he is a very outgoing and likable kid. Kid? That kid is now 30 years old. Still don't know how 30 got behind me or around me so fast, so stealthily.
I had been trying to figure out for weeks now what I was going to say when I made the traditional Best Man toast/speech.
I know with my memory or lack thereof I needed to write it down or I would just stand up there with glass in hand having another senior moment.
Day after day would pass and still the words did not come. Saturday morning, the day my son would become a married man I sat down with my Ipad, opened up the Notes app and typed the word "Toast".
It never occurred to me to just sit down and start writing and just let the words write themselves.
So I started writing what I would say to my son, his new wife, my xwife 2X, my family, and all the rest of the assembled.
I will relate what I said that day as best I can cause mom asked me to write this.

                                                             The Toast
"Several weeks ago my son asked me to be his Best Man, I tried several times to think of what I wanted to say but I just could not come up with the words for some reason. This morning I finally just sat down at my computer and stared writing. So you will forgive me if I have to read some of it, or all of it. These days my memory is receding faster than my hairline.

I want to first say that I'm honored that my son asked the old man to be his Best Man. I have served in this capacity a couple of times before. Unfortunately I've been a groom more times that I've been a best man.
In all the weddings I've been in, been at or been the victim of, when the Best Man makes a toast he usually gives a brief history of how he met the groom and relates some of the more memorable events of their history or in some cases their shananigans growing up.
In my case I remember very well the day I met Marky.
Some 30 years ago I met Mark at University Hosptal in a delivery room after some 18 hours of grueling and painful labor and delivery. Thought I was gonna die, his mother had kind of a rough day too.
When the doctor delivered Mark he did not cry or make one peep. He was purple, not breathing and more dead than alive. 
Through the night thanks to the doctors and nurses of the Special Care Nursery Mark steadily improved and by morning was just fine.
Through the intervening years from infancy through adulthood it could be at times very challenging to keep up with Marky, and it could be very challenging not to strangle him at times. As Mark grew up my hair fell out and was sometimes pulled out.
He had a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time hanging out with the wrong friends and hooking up with the wrong kind of girls. I don't know where the hell that kid got that from.

Just when things looked the worse for my son he met Jannett, Landon and Logan. That was the day my son began to turn things around. You three made a tremendous difference in his life and I thank you for that. Last night we had a bachelor party for Mark at my brothers house. It was an evening of debauchary and lewd and lascivious conduct, playing Xbox watching reruns of the Science Channel and going out back to look at the full moon. 

We did have a few beers and after a couple shots of tequila Mark just kept saying over and over again how happy he was.
I'm happy too. I not only finally have a very happy son, I have another wonderful daughter, I also hade two new very wonderful grandsons.
Landon and Logan have made me smile since the first time I met them. They always called me Marks dad. Hey Marks dad, can we have a drink? Hey Marks dad, do you have any toys here?
Well I don't know what they will choose to call from now on but I have a tip for you boys. Papaw gives much better Christmas presents than Marks dad, so there's that.

Before we raise our glasses or cans I want to say this. During the trying times that was the years my son drove me crazy, when I would tell my mom and dad how frustrating my son could be and what his latest screwup had been. They would just shake their heads and smile that smile. You know that smile. The smile that says heh heh heh, you are getting your just deserts my son. 
 So when Mark comes to me with wailing and gnashing of teeth when Landon or Logan or my next grandchild does something stupid. He will look at me and I'll just stand that grinning and smiling while I watch his hair fall out.
Oh yeah the toast. Congratulations and may you stay as happy as you are all right this moment. But I still hope you lose your damn hair son. Salute!"

So the Toast finished, I wiped my eyes raised my glass and we toasted to the bride, groom and my two new grandsons.
That was it, short and sweet, not much controversy and a few tears between my son and me.
Why had it taken me so long to write this brief summery of my feelings? To answer that would require a volume of text. It would necessitate the opening of some very deep wounds me and my son shared during the darkest days of both of our lives. Those demons are better  kept locked away in the dungeon below the basement of my mind. I will say that as I wrote those words that morning I knew why I had been so hesitant to begin.

The memory of a little 14 year old boy who shaken to the core of his adolescent being, coming to his father with information that no child should have to bare. Information that would lead to the destruction of his safe little family unit nestled away in the boondocks of Morgan County.
That next year for that boy would be hell, I know it was hell for me.
I also knew it would affect him in ways I could not predict and I feared for him, hell I still do fear what that time in his life would ultimately do to him. It is no great mystery to me why my son waited so long to get married to someone he deeply loved. That summer of 1998 and the following year would change anyone much less a 14 year old boy who had discovered something that would change all our lives if he shared that information with his father.
If he kept it to himself it would have only changed him.

Through the years when I would think about that night when our family began to crumble I am still in awe of the courage it took. How many little boys would have just swallowed up that "thing" that he knew and just kept it to himself? I just remember the look on his face when he revealed it, his terror that his own father would not believe him.
Oh, I believed it, much like you believe it when you are told someone close to you has suddenly died. You believe it but the shock mercifully will not allow you to absorb it for a time.
I believed him because it explained some things that until that night had only been a series of unconnected insignificant little oddities about my then wife.

While I wrote those words and while I spoke those words the memories of that 14 year old boy and the courage it took for him to come forward would assault both our eyes with all manner of smoke, dust, allergies and motes and would test our abilities to be men, just suck it up, man up, rub some dirt in it and hold back the flood.
We failed.
I was that night as I am today so grateful to that 14 year old boy. I think he saved my life at the cost of his own innocence.
The Best Man? The best man is the one on the left.