The Two Second Call

This morning my (land line) phone rang.  That’s one of the reasons I hate phones.  I didn’t recognize the generic corporate caller ID but I answered.  (I was expecting an important business call about something I’ll neither confirm nor deny but definitely did NOT involve any broken down heavy equipment I saw on Craigslist.) Nobody was on the line so I hung up in ten seconds.  I cursed my stupidity in answering.  I assumed that my number had now been recorded by iNinjas who would send me marketing materials about Steve Job’s toenail clippings encased in Lucite as a Christmas gift.

A couple hours later it happened again.  It had a different (and still vague) caller id.  Nobody there so I hung up in 8 seconds.  I assumed my number was now in the hands of the Vladimir Putin.

A couple hours later it happened again.  It showed a third (and still vague) caller id.  Nobody was there so I hung up in 6 seconds.  I assumed my number was now in the hands of either PETA or a Nigerian banker.

Just now it rang with a caller id that indicated an actual human being, but with a name I didn’t recognize.  The caller identified himself as conducting an opinion poll.  I hung up in 2 seconds.  Then I buried the phone, salted the earth where I’d put it, pissed on the spot, and covered it in cement.  I’ve disconnected my (already unlisted) land line and changed my name.  I am moving to a different state.  You can’t be too careful.

Of course it was a phone poll.  This is their quadrennial mating season.  Yuck.

I’m as amused by Gallup type polls as any other betting man and politically aware person.  However, they’re a mess.  No poll conducted by any phone will ever truly measure my opinions.  Nor will they measure the opinion of anyone who has a pulse and knows how to hang up a phone.  Who actually answers unsolicited land line poll questions?  Are they insane?  Are they needy?  Are they the same people that like jury duty?  Do they have lots of spare time and talk to their cats?  Is it a last grasp at human contact before the sinking feeling that you’re alone in a room full of empty pizza boxes and failure sinks into your soul and playing Warcraft loses it’s joy?

Phone polls are goofy in the cell phone era.  They were inaccurate a decade ago.  They’re tea leaves now.

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Who Won “Last Night’s” Debate

This is delicious!  Jimmy Kimmel went out before the presidential debate and asked people “who won yesterday’s debate?” Trick question?  Yep!  Did people fall for it?  Yep!  Guess which side?

I’d like to think many Americans didn’t take the bait.  I pray that dozens of people said “there was no debate” or “I didn’t watch the debate”.  I’d even be happy with “I was too busy doing heroin”.  All of the above are intellectually honest answers.

Sadly, several (who knows how many) said “Obama won the debate…he rocks”. Is that not hilarious? Enjoy the show:

This reminds me of Romney’s “47% gaffe”.  The press pilloried him when he said 47% of the population would never, ever, under any circumstances vote for him.  Conservatives responded with a shrug.  To them it was merely a statement of fact.  (If expressed incredibly poorly.)  The press got the vapors.

Kimmel caught some of them on tape.  Anyone who will describe specific detailed memories of Obama winning a debate which hadn’t yet happened is, was, and will always remain unreachable.  Saying a true thing is only a “gaffe” in the mind of the kool-aid drinkers.

Hat tip to Small Dead Animals.

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Drunk Blogging The Presidential Debate

Psych!

I’m watching Firefly instead.

I nominate Jayne Cobb and his lovely assistant Vera as moderators for all future Presidential debates.

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Obamaphone III

There’s no particular reason why I chose this week to ridicule the Obamaphone (or rant over 4% of Americans getting “free” phones!).  Apparently I hit upon a timely topic. Who knew I’d write about anything popular during the crucial “mainstream media limitation period” (patent pending) of the election campaign? (Note: the surgeon General says bullshit is bad for you. Just say no to “journalists” who speak directly from their butt!)

The People’s Cube have described the Obamaphone in exquisite detail. You should click there right now…don’t even read the rest of my post.

You’re reading the rest of the post aren’t you? Nobody follows directions! Ok, here’s a taste to encourage to head for the original article.

Totally true facts about the Obamaphone:

  • It automatically rejects calls from people with a different opinion.
  • It doesn’t have a plan; it just keeps telling you how bad the other guy’s plan is.
  • When it crashes, it blames your previous phone.
  • The healthcare app downloads and installs itself without your permission.
  • When you make a call, a teleprompter pops up to help you speak.
  • It automatically bows down to phones made by foreign companies.
  • When you watch a YouTube video, a US ambassador gets killed.
  • As opposed to the iPhone, it’s called the mePhone.

H.T. to Irons in the Fire.

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Soda Response III

Boomberg’s pet health board has approved the Soda Ban.  Somehow I’m not surprised.  However I found something even more interesting than Bloomberg’s galactic nanny state ego.  Check out the very first line of the article:

Seeking to reduce runaway obesity rates, the New York City Board of Health on Thursday approved a ban on the sale of large sodas and other sugary drinks at restaurants, street carts and movie theaters, the first restriction of its kind in the country.

That’s interesting because I grew up in a foreign country called America.  I was taught that there are three branches of government; legislative (which make the laws), executive (which enforces the laws), and judicial (which interprets the laws).  Most state governments follow suit and the concept is supposed to trickle all the way down to little insignificant  jurisdictions like Bloomberg’s playpen.

The funny thing is that I don’t recall ever hearing about the fourth and unstoppable branch of government called the Board of Health.  I’m pretty sure I’d have remembered Board of Health if they had Constitutional (or State) authority over what I eat for lunch.

I guess it just goes to show; we have empirical evidence that the people who live in New York City are lardasses and lesser beings who cannot think clearly enough to feed themselves.  It’s a wonder they’re allowed to walk the streets lest they get lost and start crying.  Kudos to the unelected Board of Health for controlling the subjects of Gotham as they mismanage their little childlike lives.  Also to King Bloomberg for improvising when the voluntary actions of free citizens might hinder his unquestionably superior world view.

We hold these truths to be self… What? They’re drinking LARGE sodas? Screw that! Forget the Revolution and have the King’s Health Board and straighten this shit out!

I already mentioned this in June:

Hat tip to Days of our Trailers.

P.S.  The City of New York is in debt for $73.5 Billion or $8,763 per New Yorker.  Nothing to see here.  Move along.

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Obamaphone II

A recent post (Free Gas Versus Free Phone) is still resonating in my head.  I have another thought about the Obamaphone lady.

You may recall the kerfluffle when Mitt Romney said that 47% of the electorate simply wouldn’t vote for a Republican.  The press went apeshit about “the gaffe” while many of us thought it was simply a statistic (and one likely to be true).

Consider this money quote from the Obamaphone lady: “Romney, he sucks! Bad!” It sounds like she’s got her mind made up about whom she’ll vote for.

Only an idiot would coach Romney to reach out to this woman.  He doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell to win her vote and everyone knows it.  Yet, Mitt’s decision not to chase her vote caused the press to deconstruct his campaign as “failing”, label his words “a gaffe”, and demand an apology.

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They are the 4%: Obamaphone I

I can’t get the Obamaphone lady out of my head so I did a little research.  I found a website with some answers.  There might be more details (and there are 38 assorted State programs too) but at least I got a crude outline of what’s going on.  Mostly I discovered that this is not an urban legend and (by my math) 4% of American’s are on the cell phone dole.

4% of Americans get a free cell phone!

Let me repeat myself because it freaks me out.  4% of Americans get free cell phones.  Nobody directly reports that statistic so I resorted to the arcane black magic they used to teach in school; math.  The census bureau says there are 311,591,917 Americans.  The web site says there are 12,500,000 recipients of cell phones.  Thus 12,500,000 / 311,591,917 = 4%.  I did not know that 4% of Americans get free cell phones.  Did you?

I’ve got a plan for the next time someone bitches at me about politics because I’m a rich, privileged, wanker who can’t understand their special grievance and the ninth level of hell that is being so broke you can’t afford the iPhone 5.  I’m going to ask if their cell phone is a “free” government “Obamaphone”.  If it is I’m going to scream “I am the 96%” and kick them in the balls.  I suppose then I’ll have to set up a tent in front of a bank and play bongo drums?  I really haven’t thought out the next step…

Here are more facts to ponder:

  • Yes, you can get a free cell phone.  Well you can’t and I can’t.  But there are people who do get “free” cell phones.
  • The “free” phone comes with 250 minutes per month.
  • The “free” phone comes from the government.  The site refers to a “FCC-mandated, government-sponsored program, called LifeLine Assistance”.
  • 12,500,000 Americans get “free” cell phones.  There are 311,000,000 Americans.  Thus 4% of the population is getting a free phone.
  • It’s technically not an “Obamaphone”.  The web site seems particularly upset with this.  “It’s been commonly called the ‘Obama phone’ but that’s an urban legend as free cell phones were added under the Bush Administration.”
  • The free phone isn’t a junky one.  “A free governmentl [their misspelling, not mine] phone isn’t a cheap wireless phone or a discounted model. These are recent model, fully featured cell phones, backed by prominent mobile phone companies. You won’t get an iPhone, Android or Blackberry, but you’ll get a basic, modern phone.”  Wouldn’t that suck?  Getting a free phone and finding out it wasn’t a recent model?  Of course my phone is nearly a decade old and it was the cheapest out there when it was made.  Then again  people who get free stuff  probably wouldn’t want to stoop to the cheesy old TracFone that I use (and pay for).  Not that I’m bitter…
  • It’s not a “tax” (like Obamacare) it’s a “fee”.  “Everyone who owns a telephone pays. A few cents is tacked on to every phone bill every month. It’s listed on those bills as the Universal Service Fund. All those pennies are put into a program called LifeLine to bring quality telephone service to every American.”  I only added the Obamacare thing because they started it.  They spin it with “a few cents” and “pennies” so I added my opinion.  Why?  Because it’s my blog; posted via my phone service (which has a Universal Service Fund “few cents” tacked on every bill) so I will spin it anyway I want.  (Note: I am pleased that folks who really go off grid, such as the Amish, aren’t paying it though taxes.  That’s cool.)
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Free Gas Versus Free Phone

[Warning political ramblings: feel free to tune out for a while and come back when I’m under hawk attack again]

Back in 2008 I watched a video with Peggy Joseph.  In 2011 I revisited it with How’s That Working Out For Ya? I posted the video below for comparison.  She seemed like an earnest young woman who was sincere in her belief that Obama could make everything better.  She hadn’t drank the kool-aid, she was steeped in it.  She was sure that, should Obama be elected, she wouldn’t have to worry about buying gas or paying her mortgage.  Money quote: “If I help him, he’s gonna’ help me.”  Check it out:

At the time I felt like we’d hit rock bottom.  Here was a woman who thought the president was going to solve all her problems, tuck her in to bed at night, and possibly walk on water.  Where do you go from there?

Now I know.  For 2012 we go from free gas to free Obamaphones.  The new money quote: “Keep Obama in president…” Watch it below:

Holy cow!  I can’t help marvelling at the verbal train wreck.  The visual takes away from the beauty of her words so I added a transcript:

[Obamaphone Lady] Obama!

[Reporter] You got an Obama phone?

[Obamaphone Lady] Yes! Everybody in Cleveland, low minorities, got Obama phone. Keep Obama in president, you know? He gave us a phone!

[Reporter] He gave you a phone?

[Obamaphone Lady] He gonna do more!

[Reporter] How did he give you a phone?

[Obamaphone Lady] You sign up. If you’re… If you on food stamps, you on Social Security, you got low income, you disability…

[Reporter] Okay, what’s wrong with Romney, again?

[Obamaphone Lady] Romney, he sucks! Bad!

One could be upset.  One could look at this and think we’re screwed as a nation.  I see it as fascinating.  It describes a world so very far away from anything I can imagine.  All I can think is; “here is someone who can’t create a sentence“.   For the most part I thought everyone could form a sentence.  A child can say “I see the dog running.”  Compare this to “Keep Obama in president, you know?” and “If you on food stamps, you on Social Security, you got low income, you disability.”  

There are people that say things like “you disability“?  I tend to forget this.

Lets explore something else.  The 2008 video of Peggy Joseph felt like rock bottom but it was a shining beacon compared to “Obamaphone lady”.  Consider Peggy:

  • She could speak in complete sentences!
  • She had made a deliberate decision about her kid’s education.  (She took her child out of school to attend a political rally.)  I might not select a political rally as “educational” but it’s an idea with merit.  Any mother who’ll provide her kid with educational events beyond the confines of a school is doing a good thing.
  • She had a car.  (How else could she look forward to Obama releasing her from the worry of buying gas?)  I assume she can drive too.  There’s even a likelihood that she has a job?
  • She had a house.  (How else could she look forward to Obama releasing her from the worry of paying a mortgage?)  This is another hint that she has a job.

It just goes to show that whenever you think you’ve hit the lowest ebb, there’s farther to fall.  Best to enjoy what you’ve got.  For example, Peggy seems like a truly nice person and her 2012 analogue seems like a disaster.  I miss Peggy.

A.C.

P.S. I realize that in any population there are the outliers.  Presumably there’s a video somewhere of knuckle dragging morons who are Romney supporters.  I just haven’t seen it.

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Despite Evidence To The Contrary, I Am Not Crazy (Part III)

The hawk clearly intended to out wait the brave rooster and it’s imbecilic owner. After a few minutes I sprinted to the woodpile to grab a weapon. The instant I moved the hawk took flight. The chase was on again! The rooster squawked louder and sprinted for the safety of the truck. I grabbed a piece of firewood and hurled it. The log landed close enough to the hawk to make him call off the attack. Whew!

By now the hawk was on a closer fencepost; less than ten feet away. The rooster was under the truck but still sounding his alarm. (As if there was a hen left in the county that wasn’t hiding by now.) The dog in the house was trying to tear the wall down to rescue us all. A nearby barn cat was fast asleep. (Cats! They exist to piss me off!)

The hawk took flight and cruised around the back of the barn. I ran for the house to get my shotgun. I had no intention of shooting the hawk (I like their grace and there’s probably a million laws protecting them anyway). I just wanted to use the timeless and undeniable argument that is understood by everyone; “run like hell because I’ve got my boomstick!”

By the time I got back one of our turkeys was flapping across the yard with the hawk hot on it’s trail. All I could think was; “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The turkey was massive compared to the hawk. Our free range turkeys are sweet critters with the disposition of a kitten. Unfortunately they’ve got the brain of a cueball and the grace of a thrown brick. When chased by a hawk it went from clumsy to utterly unhinged. It was careening into the fence, the truck, tree trunks, and everything else. The hawk followed closely but hesitated here and there. I guessed that it had no idea what it would do if it actually caught a turkey over five times its size. The turkey, if it had a brain (which they don’t) could probably have turned around and eaten it.

The hawk, letting logic overcome bloodlust, realized the turkey was out of his league and veered toward the cat. Awesome!

Unfortunately the cat got with the program and shot off like lightning. It zoomed over the woodpile and straight up a tree. The hawk thought better of the cat and jetted toward my truck’s bumper where the rooster was still carrying on.

I tried to find a spot where nothing was in the way. It wasn’t easy since the whole lawn was in chaos. Then I noticed the block of firewood lying on the grass.

Boom! I scored a direct hit on immobile firewood. That got everyone’s attention!

The turkey let out a sound exactly like Gilbert Godfrey having a heart attack. The cat poofed up like an exploding dustmop and practically tried to chew it’s way into the tree. The rooster (inexplicably) left the safety of the truck and chased after the turkey. The dog in the house let out a war cry that could make paint peel. The hawk came to a screeching halt mid-air and briefly hovered while trying to decide what the hell to do next.

I racked the slide and fired again. Boom! You’ve got to double tap blocks of wood… you don’t want one coming back to life and getting’ ya!

That did it! The turkey, cat, and rooster were long gone. The hawk, having changed course against all laws of physics, was airborne but with no momentum. It was flapping hard to get moving. It really wanted to be somewhere else.

I racked the slide again. The firewood was doomed and I was just wasting ammo for fun. The hawk had learned the meaning of boomstick and was desperate to get out of Dodge. It did an emergency jettison of extra baggage by taking an impressively huge crap. If it had flapped any harder it would have turned itself inside out.

I spared the firewood for no other reason than ammo ‘aint free and I was impressed by the hawk’s speed dump. Two seconds later the hawk had cleared the trees and was aiming to break the sound barrier. I wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t stop for a hundred miles. It was clearly headed for somewhere safer, like Jupiter.

I’d literally scared the crap out of it!!! At the moment this seemed like the greatest feat ever accomplished in the entire history of mankind. I let out a hearty laugh. The cat (apparently stuck in the tree) made a pitiful sound. This only made me laugh harder.

It took a good minute or two to stop laughing. Then I picked up the wood (which had given it’s life for the cause!) and tossed it in the forest. I don’t need lead melting into my firebox.

It had been crazy but none of the animals got hurt. (The block of wood gets posthumous honors for making the ultimate sacrifice.) It had been a close shave. The rooster lost a few feathers but seemed to think he saved the day. The hawk will probably keep flying until it’s in another time zone. The cat (to my dismay) eventually came down from the tree. The turkey, having no brain at all, immediately forgot what had just happened and begged for treats. The hens came out a few minutes later. The dog hadn’t actually destroyed the house but it sure tried. Also, for no reason whatsoever, the dog seems to have the opinion that this was all caused by the turkey. (Which is why the dog has a future in politics.)

Everything I did made sense but it had been weird. It’s precisely why I shouldn’t have neighbors.

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Despite Evidence To The Contrary, I Am Not Crazy (Part II)

I was minding my own business when one of my roosters went to Defcon 4. Roosters only go berserk for a few reasons:

  • They feel like it.
  • A hen is missing.
  • A legitimate threat looms
  • The dog is sleeping peacefully and that’s unacceptable.
  • Space rays have shorted the rooster’s two brain cells.

I stepped out to investigate. The rooster was fluttering around the yard and squawking. It reminded me of the children’s story. Chickens (both roosters and hens) do indeed squawk exactly as if the the sky was falling. I get it.

I didn’t see any raccoons, hawks, or polar bears. What was the big deal? I noticed all the hens had abandoned him and were nowhere to be found. I joked aloud; “What’s the matter, not getting laid?”

Just then a hawk blasted out of nearby brush. My day had just gotten interesting.

The hawk had appeared only twenty feet away. It had been in a waist high bunch of thistles and my presence did nothing to spook it. It was closing like a missile. The rooster was toast!

I admire a good rooster; they’re obnoxious little monsters but they’ve got heart. This one was going to keep sounding the alarm and mortal danger wasn’t going to deter him. He’d probably go toe to toe with a wolverine if he thought it was necessary. He’d known the hawk was in the bushes yet he’d been warning the hens to clear out rather than wisely running for his life. I wonder if he’d deliberately made himself the target of the hawk’s interest to buy the hens’ escape? (Ladies, here’s an important tip. Just like roosters, a human male will face death bravely and without hesitation if that’s part of his job duties. Provided, just like a rooster, he gets unlimited sex with the job. I’m just sayin’.)

Rather than let the rooster meet his maker, I stepped between the hawk and his target. The hawk didn’t see me as a threat and aimed to make a run inches below my armpit. I made a pathetic wimpy squealing sound when I realized this. Half in defense of the rooster and half wondering what talons could do to a grown man, I started waving my arms and shouting. The hawk banked hard and circled an arm’s breadth away. The rooster, brave but not stupid, hauled ass around me too.

We did three rotations like that. Rooster scampering like death was after him. Death orbiting me in a real life demonstration of flying prowess. Me waving my arms and gibbering like an idiot.

I’d become the hub of a wild and flapping universe of chaos. This would not do. It was time to use that monkey brain of mine and disrupt things.

On the third spin I jumped directly into the path of the orbiting hawk. The hawk barely managed to avoid crashing into my stomach. It flapped away to park on a fencepost thirty feet away. I’d thoroughly pissed it off. My only thought was that it hadn’t hooked my gut with a talon. Lucky me!

It glared at me. I glared back. The rooster was safely behind me so it squawked and glared at everyone. We had achieved détente.

More in my next post…

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