The holier-than-thou activists who blame the population for not spending more money on their personal crusades are worse than aggravating. They encourage the repudiation of personal responsibility by spreading the lie that support of a government program fulfills individual moral duty.
Patrick Cox
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Quote for the Week
The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
Henry Miller
Henry Miller
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Another Quiet Day in Court
10:30 am – in-between dockets. The 9:00 am dockets were just finishing and people were streaming out of the courtrooms. Those on the 11:00 am dockets stood in the hallways waiting for their turn to go in. These were the misdemeanor dockets, so there were a number of courtroom deputies, state troopers, city police, and special division law enforcement officers mingling in the hallways. Although the courtrooms were quiet, the halls were anything but.
I worked my way through the crowds. I had just finished my case on the misdemeanor docket, so I was headed to the clerk’s office in order to look at the court file in an upcoming case. When I got there, the line was snaking out the door. Rather than wait, I grabbed a seat on a nearby bench and reviewed another case.
"THAT IS JUST MUHF***ING F***ED UP!"
I heard a loud slam as the courtroom door was thrown closed. A large man stormed out, obviously upset with whatever had just happened.
"Excuse me, sir! The judge would like you to come back in!," a courtroom deputy yelled as he jumped out to stop the man.
By now, they had my attention, since this was happening no more than ten feet in front of me.
The man squared off against the deputy, pushed him away, and loudly questioned his masculinity, parentage, and sexual habits. The deputy took a dim view of the personal contact and grabbed the guy's wrist. The guy in turn took umbrage at this measure of disrespect, so down they went. The rodeo was on!
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tidal wave of blue, khaki and gray uniforms accompanied by the sound of what seemed like a hundred equipment belts and boots on marble.
It went from a two-person wrestling match to a fumble recovery at a Dolphins game. Arms, knees and elbows everywhere. Lots of yelling and cursing and tons of unwanted physical contact.
Within seconds of this circus getting underway, the sister of the main event came storming out, expressing extreme displeasure at how they were treating her little brother. So, while the show at center ring was still going strong, the sister started her own celebration. She charged at the writhing mass of bodies. One of the police officers pulled himself away from the festivities and ordered her to be quiet and step away. She declined the invitation, but was nice enough to loudly and explicitly broadcast exactly what she was going to do to the officer. She kept coming.
Of course, this could not go without a response. Down she went, too! Officers and deputies who arrived too late for the first dance enthusiastically joined in on this one.
Within a few seconds (it seemed like a lot longer than that), the situation was brought under control. The siblings were taken away and given a place to spend a few nights. I went on the clerk’s office and completed my business there.
Just another day in paradise.
I worked my way through the crowds. I had just finished my case on the misdemeanor docket, so I was headed to the clerk’s office in order to look at the court file in an upcoming case. When I got there, the line was snaking out the door. Rather than wait, I grabbed a seat on a nearby bench and reviewed another case.
"THAT IS JUST MUHF***ING F***ED UP!"
I heard a loud slam as the courtroom door was thrown closed. A large man stormed out, obviously upset with whatever had just happened.
"Excuse me, sir! The judge would like you to come back in!," a courtroom deputy yelled as he jumped out to stop the man.
By now, they had my attention, since this was happening no more than ten feet in front of me.
The man squared off against the deputy, pushed him away, and loudly questioned his masculinity, parentage, and sexual habits. The deputy took a dim view of the personal contact and grabbed the guy's wrist. The guy in turn took umbrage at this measure of disrespect, so down they went. The rodeo was on!
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tidal wave of blue, khaki and gray uniforms accompanied by the sound of what seemed like a hundred equipment belts and boots on marble.
It went from a two-person wrestling match to a fumble recovery at a Dolphins game. Arms, knees and elbows everywhere. Lots of yelling and cursing and tons of unwanted physical contact.
Within seconds of this circus getting underway, the sister of the main event came storming out, expressing extreme displeasure at how they were treating her little brother. So, while the show at center ring was still going strong, the sister started her own celebration. She charged at the writhing mass of bodies. One of the police officers pulled himself away from the festivities and ordered her to be quiet and step away. She declined the invitation, but was nice enough to loudly and explicitly broadcast exactly what she was going to do to the officer. She kept coming.
Of course, this could not go without a response. Down she went, too! Officers and deputies who arrived too late for the first dance enthusiastically joined in on this one.
Within a few seconds (it seemed like a lot longer than that), the situation was brought under control. The siblings were taken away and given a place to spend a few nights. I went on the clerk’s office and completed my business there.
Just another day in paradise.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Quote for the Week
In all governments, there must of necessity be both the law and the sword; laws without arms would give us not liberty, but licentiousness; and arms without laws, would produce not subjection, but slavery. The law, therefore, should be unto the sword what the handle is to the hatchet; it should direct the stroke and temper the force.
Charles Colton
Charles Colton
Monday, May 10, 2010
Democracy
Right here at home we’ve seen a resurrection of common sense in the form of the tea parties. These are people who understand the party can’t go on forever. They understand that democracy relies on a foundation of wisdom, of enlightened self-interest. This is something which can not be voted on or handed out but must be earned the old fashion way.
It’s no accident that the Statists and socialists and big government boosters hate the Tea Party. They recognize them as their natural enemy, the way a mouse recognizes a snake. I look at those rallies and see hope for the future, but they look at the same scene and see an existential threat to their ideology. Let’s hope so. We literally can’t afford much more of this.
The good news is this still is a democracy. That means we really can turn this around in six months time by heading to the ballot box. It only takes 51% of us still willing to look out for the country instead of ourselves. Come on, America, let’s do this.
Well said, Verum Serum. And I hope you don't mind the long quote.
It’s no accident that the Statists and socialists and big government boosters hate the Tea Party. They recognize them as their natural enemy, the way a mouse recognizes a snake. I look at those rallies and see hope for the future, but they look at the same scene and see an existential threat to their ideology. Let’s hope so. We literally can’t afford much more of this.
The good news is this still is a democracy. That means we really can turn this around in six months time by heading to the ballot box. It only takes 51% of us still willing to look out for the country instead of ourselves. Come on, America, let’s do this.
Well said, Verum Serum. And I hope you don't mind the long quote.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Quote for the Week
I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
Michael Jordan
Michael Jordan
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Public Service Announcement #3
If you have a disagreement with your spouse, do not rant about it on the internet. The internet is unforgivingly, and sometimes hysterically, brutal.
Link
Page 1 and 2 are the absolute gems.
Note to some of my readers: Some of the posters opted for the extra spice on their language fries.
H/T to Murphy.
Link
Page 1 and 2 are the absolute gems.
Note to some of my readers: Some of the posters opted for the extra spice on their language fries.
H/T to Murphy.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Quote for the Week
Any nation that thinks more of its ease and comfort than its freedom will soon lose its freedom; and the ironical thing about it is that it will lose its ease and comfort too.
W. Somerset Maugham
W. Somerset Maugham
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Birthday
Sorry for not posting much lately. I appreciate those of you who continue to stop by. I’m really trying to get back into some sort of rhythm but haven’t quite found it yet.
Today we celebrated our 9-year old’s birthday, although the actual date was a few days ago. We asked her to invite a handful of her closest friends and had some friends cater the small party.
We had a wonderful time. The caterers took care of everything, and I do mean everything. Even though it was at our house, they came early, decorated, served, chaperoned, and cleaned up. My wife and I tagged along, feeling a bit helpless since there was literally nothing for us to do. The girls had a good time, and when everybody left, it was as if nothing had taken place. They did all the cleaning up. All we had to do was make sure the right child went home with the right parent.
As I mentioned earlier, my daughter had been begging for a gun. After a lot of searching and research, I found a Rough Rider at an excellent price. I was able to get it shipped here in time and I presented it to her at the party. One of the parents was visually shocked, but after I spoke to her for a minute she mentioned that it was actually cool that we had chosen that for a gift.
My daughter kept the pistol in the presentation box, and after a few pictures, I asked her to recite the four safety rules. After she did that, I asked her to explain what to do if she ever found a gun anywhere. She answered perfectly. Really, it wasn’t so much to prove that she knew the rules, but more to open the door for further discussion with everyone else.
Overall, we had a wonderful time.
Today we celebrated our 9-year old’s birthday, although the actual date was a few days ago. We asked her to invite a handful of her closest friends and had some friends cater the small party.
We had a wonderful time. The caterers took care of everything, and I do mean everything. Even though it was at our house, they came early, decorated, served, chaperoned, and cleaned up. My wife and I tagged along, feeling a bit helpless since there was literally nothing for us to do. The girls had a good time, and when everybody left, it was as if nothing had taken place. They did all the cleaning up. All we had to do was make sure the right child went home with the right parent.
As I mentioned earlier, my daughter had been begging for a gun. After a lot of searching and research, I found a Rough Rider at an excellent price. I was able to get it shipped here in time and I presented it to her at the party. One of the parents was visually shocked, but after I spoke to her for a minute she mentioned that it was actually cool that we had chosen that for a gift.
My daughter kept the pistol in the presentation box, and after a few pictures, I asked her to recite the four safety rules. After she did that, I asked her to explain what to do if she ever found a gun anywhere. She answered perfectly. Really, it wasn’t so much to prove that she knew the rules, but more to open the door for further discussion with everyone else.
Overall, we had a wonderful time.
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