Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

So there you have it. In the horrible oppressed days of yore people had to drive their own cars to have the recommended annual dose of splash park experience. Detroit, because it’s awesome, rectified this situation by using tax dollars to build a “free” splash park. It was financed, apparently, by unicorns. Continue reading →

[This part II of a post in which I insult both political parties and try my best to feel sympathy for a lawyer (presumably) who has labored in secret to perpetuate a colossal injustice.  How do I get myself into … Continue reading →

What madness flows through the mind of a person who has been hired to legally, morally, and rhetorically justify an administration bent of doing that which is both wrong and illegal? What does that do to them? How do they feel afterward? I guess what I’m trying to say is that the folks who twist logic probably wind up twisted themselves and I suspect it’s an unpleasant experience. That’s why I say that they’ve got the shittiest job in all of creation. Continue reading →

I stumbled across Views of a Crank a few weeks ago.  It’s interesting and well reasoned; everything you won’t find here. Here’s a quote to whet your appetite.  This was just one of many pithy statements from which to choose: … Continue reading →

From time to time I’ve been tuning in (is that a dated phrase?) to “The Slingshot Guy”.  For some reason I never mentioned this particular genius on my blog.  Time to rectify my oversight! Background: Basically he’s a very pleasant … Continue reading →

“I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.” The tree blathered.

“You’re nuts in iambic pentameter?” I fumed. Trees don’t read Shakespeare. Hell, most Americans can’t read Shakespeare. I was losing it. Continue reading →

I’m pretty sure the closest a normal human being gets to personally owning a fighting robot is a tracked skid steer. It’s good to be alive. Continue reading →

Just like an evil banker, we remove solid support until the whole thing is irreparably out of balance and it comes crashing down; exactly where we want it to go. If we do it right we get to feel smug and superior; also like an evil banker. Continue reading →

Recently I went to two rural country fairs. You can learn a lot about America at a county fair. Here, in no particular order, are random observations: I expected to see herds of mutant whack jobs in the style of … Continue reading →

Recently I went to two rural country fairs in two adjacent counties. Both fairs were similar in size but they were in very different venues. One was in a town that’s poor, very rural, and the county itself is sparsely … Continue reading →