Critters

Dinner. And dinner for next year.

I was sitting at the dinner table when a doe with two fawns stepped gingerly through the backyard.  “Awww cute.”

She was heading along the edge of the lawn toward a little mowed strip that passes between some small patches of trees and leads toward the swamp.  I affectionately call this patch of mowed grass “the shooting lane”.  I smiled.  “I’m so smart!”

Abruptly the deer veered toward the back of the house.  “What’s this?”

And headed toward our apple trees.  “Stay away from my apples you bitch!”

I jumped up and ran to the door.  Not ten feet away the doe was sniffing our not quite ripe apples.  I was about to leap out and chase her away when I noticed she was pretty large.  “Not so hasty grasshopper.”

In fact she’d fill a freezer pretty nicely and leave two little ones for the next generation.  Should I sacrifice some apples now for slightly greater odds in a few months during hunting season?  “Hmmm.”

But then I remembered my wife makes rocking good apple pies.

“CHARGE!”

I flailed away like a maniac and all three deer nearly jumped out of their skin.

I love apple pies!

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I Kicked Bill Gates Off The Property!

Screen shot of typical Windows Computer

My new laptop, hereafter referred to as the “bug out difference engine”, is now running Ubuntu.  My computer is just so damned much better that words can’t describe it.

I still have dual boot and Win7 but I can’t see many reasons to use it.  Maybe if my computing experience under Linux is too good and I need to retain some nihilism?  As far as I can tell the purpose of Windows is to continually upgrade and bloat itself until the computer crawls and the hard drive is choked with crap.

I’d looked for a laptop shipped with Linux but couldn’t find one locally.  So I bought one with Win7 and planned on just tolerating it’s inferior OS.  The laptop ran pretty quickly the day I bought it but within a few weeks the damned thing was incrementally but noticeably slower.  Since the hardware on my nice new laptop is fine I assume Windows was slowly ossifying.  Plus it never stopped trying to sell me shit.  (Putting advertisements on something I purchased with my cash is greasier than weasel shit.)  Yep, cramming Windows bloatware on spiffy new toys is like nailing a pair of dead bloated Yak testicles to the monitor.

Exactly.  Like.  Yak.  Testicles.

Microsoft products come from a variety of suppliers.

Oh yeah, and I can also boot to Puppy Linux from Thumbdrive…which actually runs pretty well and is faster than all get out.  Not too bad for such a tiny OS.

Microsoft belongs on the scrapheap of monstrous failed bureaucracies like the former Standard Oil monopoly and the USSR.

A. Curmudgeon.

P.S.  Being hopelessly out of touch with modern life I had no idea how to install Ubuntu.  (Geeks out there can stop laughing now!)  I found a 5 minute video which explained the entire process so well that a Curmudgeon could follow it.  It helps that the video was made  by a charming young woman who was mighty nice on the eyes and apparently has her own blog which is presumably vastly more popular than my Curmudgeonly outpost.  I encourage everyone to click either the video or the blog because without it I’d be wandering around the desert looking for a DOS floppy.  Also if you’re a man and watch the video (which is safe for work) without immediately installing Ubuntu on something…you’re gay.  God bless the internet.

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Word For The Day: Sampled

As a hunter I’m interested in certain deer infecting maladies.  Notably things that’ll transfer from said deer to me and melt my brain.  Prions carrying BSE (bovine spongiform encephalopathy) and other “Mad Cow” related terrors are examples of things I’d rather not ingest.

If Mad Cow becomes endemic in our deer population it will be wise to check for zombie deer hunters before you enter any domicile.

Deer may carry Bovine Tuberculosis (BT) in certain very rare instances.  As far as I can tell it’s bad for deer but not likely to kill me.  I’m not worried about it even though it can cross over into cattle.  Farmers, with their livelihood tied up in cows, have a different opinion.  Go figure.

Apparently BT popped up briefly in Minnesota.  One solution is to cut down on the population.  In some places deer are overpopulated anyway.  I’d turn every bubba loose with an open permit and a license to use anything from rifles to claymore mines.  Alas the Minnesota DNR hired baby seal clubbers sharpshooters to do the deed.  Tragic but understandable.

Another piece of the puzzle is researching how many deer have this disease.  Deer, unlike Chicago voters (which can actually vote while dead), don’t voluntarily show up to be counted.  Bubbas (like me) often allow a sample to be taken from a harvested dead deer and that adds up to a pretty decent picture of the disease carried by deer in the area.  Since the sharpshooters were out there deliberately killing fauna in the most infected areas, the DNR had them collect a sample from every deer they shot.  Good way to beef up the sample size.

Good news.  Dick Cheney The sharpshooters killed and tested 420 some animals with zero instances of the dreaded disease.  Hurray!

This is great news and was readily reported in rural areas where it’s far more important than some damn mosque in far off Modor Manhattan.  The beauty is the euphemism used.

“No disease in 425 sampled deer” the headline read.  Superb!  Now the word “sample” means being stalked by a government sharpshooter and gunned down until you collapse in a deserted forest snowdrift and have your head sawn off and taken to a laboratory where geeks look at in under a microscope.  This definition of “sample” has me a mite uneasy.

Remember, the next census is only ten years out and it (as always) will be a 100% sample.  I’m getting ready by building a bunker and hiring Blackwater to defend my house.  When the next “sample” happens you’re on your own!

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The Damned Mosque: Part III

[Editor’s note: I wrote this article just before September 11th and promptly went off line (on a mission so super secret that I can’t even tell to my dog where I went).  It’ll automatically post (unless I screwed up the software) regardless of what “Florida pinhead” and his counterpart “New York manipulative dickhead” will do on that most auspicious date.  If they both turn into adults and maybe get day jobs instead of fucking around with photo-ops and balderdash you can color me surprised.  If not…well that’s another reason I sometimes go off-line a few days at a time.  Too much concentrated asshattery is bad for the psyche.]

Unless you’re in a coma you’ve heard that a manipulative dickhead concocted the idea to build a Mosque near Ground Zero.  Congratulations, he’s succeeded in pissing us off.  God forbid he waste his time chanting or doing whatever otherwise unemployable religious flakes do.

Obnoxious behavior by religious whack jobs isn’t rare so I planned to ignore it.  Unfortunately this guy had really found the buttons to push and it took root.  Eventually I was foolish enough to comment.

My first response was to make clear that Mosque-boy’s actions are deliberately annoying but that it didn’t matter.  Freedom of Religion (and property) means exactly what it says.  A right is not merely a nicety that applies when people aren’t being rude.  I also mentioned that Obama (and certain other morons) were unprincipled cretins for failing to recognize the simple concept that being an asshole is not illegal.

I thought I was done but I forgot it was an election year and elections pump up the stupidity index.  I wound up writing a second post where I mentioned that in a world of six billion people I’d found roughly one article that agreed with me.  I was very happy to move from a lone lunatic to merely a very unpopular lunatic, cited a source, and sent most of the villagers with pitchforks off to talk to him.

Once again I thought the silly season would subside but it’s the gift that keeps on giving.  In a spirit of moron fair play, some pinhead in Florida is planning to burn the Koran and of course every eleventh of September we’ve got to have pinhead photo ops.

So here comes my third article.  Ahem…

  1. Burning the Koran is a pinhead idea and it deliberately pisses off Muslims just exactly like the Ground Zero Mosque pisses off any sane American.
  2. The Koran is a book.  Which is property.  You may do whatever you want with your property.  You may burn it, shred it, worship it, sell it, shit on it, hang it on your wall, coat it in gold, call it your “precious”, put lipstick on it and kiss it, re-write passages to include unicorns, bury it in the tomato patch, keep it forever in a place of honor, or toss it in a woodchipper.  Whatever comes into your fool head is your right.  Because it’s just a book and you own that bastard!
  3. There is nothing illegal about pissing people off and there is nothing illegal about destroying a book.

This should be the end of the story!  But…

…apparently Obama was busy golfing and delegated General Petraeus to be the flaccid leader du jour.

Leadership is hard work.

Petraeus said burning a book in Florida endangers the troops.

You would look like this too if your job duties included regularly briefing Congress.

Not cool!  And he knows better!

You know what endangers troops?  Bad guys with guns; violent fundamentalists who think printing presses make magic spells if it’s from a text that’s extra special important and not…for example, a cookbook.  Apparently destroying the paper where these magic words are written will cause God himself to get all itchy and the only solution is to…oh this is novel…keep blowing shit up?  How is that different from what they always do?  A pinhead in Florida with a book and a match is merely annoying.  Violent religious jackoffs with guns and poor impulse control are the real threat to the troops.

Subtle verbal and non-verbal signals can be used to differentiate between law abiding citizens exercising First Amendment rights and people who have gone truly batshit nuts.

I have a simple solution that the good General should easily understand.  When people endanger the troops; kill them.

Honestly, this hearts and minds thing has got to go.  I’ve seen planes fly into the buildings of our greatest city, I’ve seen the President whimper about an internal zoning issue, and now I’ve heard an acting General whine that burning magic words in Florida might make some doofus in Pakistan not be our friends any more.  So listen carefully to a patented Curmudgeonly Gem of Insight:

When bad guys overseas threaten our troops it’s a good idea to kill them.

Now you know the score General.  Write it down and tape it up on your refrigerator so you don’t forget.  People who mess with our troops should be shot…a lot.  Since when do our Generals get the vapors over people being all huffy?  You’re not there just to build roads and schools!

Let me restate it in case I didn’t get it down clear enough.

  1. Freedom of Speech, freedom of Religion, and freedom to own (and dispose of) private property applies to every American citizen…including both dickheads and pinheads.
  2. Somebody being a pinhead in Florida is not endangering the troops.  Bad guys with guns in places I have a hard time spelling are endangering our troops.  Generals have special training in this kind of threat and should know what to do.

Good grief.  I couldn’t make this stuff up.

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Nine Years Later; Why We’re Still Here

Nine years ago nineteen evil murders killed three thousand innocent Americans on our home soil.  On the anniversary of that event, politicians and talking heads will orate and make “profound” statements.  None of them will be relevant.  All of us were there.  We won’t gain anything from a politician with exceptional hair and a flag backdrop reading a speech off a teleprompter.

And what can I, a doofus with a blog, add to the moment?  Not much.  All I want to add is a simple ray of hope.  America is still here because it is an idea and it is a damned good idea. Sure I worry about my Nation sometimes, but so did citizens in every era of America’s existence.  That’s what life is all about.  It’s a hard cruel world and yet our Nation is still holding it’s own.  We’re not yet a dictatorship.  We haven’t fully gone down the rabbit hole of socialism.  We aren’t rounding up dissidents in the streets, the people’s guns aren’t being seized, you can go to whatever church you want, and I can type just about anything on this blog.  We are still free.

The fact that I, a citizen and not a subject, have all the freedom I need to pursue my life’s path to it’s ultimate conclusion.  That, my friends, is a powerful idea.  And it’s tough enough to withstand anything mere terrorists can muster.  Terrorists, after all, can’t build anything.  They can only destroy.

The sclerotic thinking that perpetrated the tragedy of September 11th was hollow.  Many groups use America as a crutch but none of them ultimately matter.  War, famine, floods, internal strife, incompetence, corruption; these are all blamed directly or indirectly on us but scapegoating is just a way to avoid self-reliance and responsibility.  It does nothing but maintain an infantile self and world view in the perpetrator.  Americans, in general, don’t do that.  Scapegoating may feel good but we know, deep in our hearts, that we rise or fall largely through our own choices and actions.  That is why we are free.  That is why we are still here.  That is why the current crop of vengeful murderers, those that feel a kinship to the September 11th conspirators, will never amount to much.  They can do damage but they can never attain anything of value on their own.  Eventually, maybe a long time from now or maybe sooner, they will be forgotten.  Just like all the other peoples and movements who knew how to do little more than blame someone else for their lives.

I try to live my life as well as I can.  Sometimes I fail.  When I do, I don’t blame a Pakastani goat herder, or French foreign policy, or oil companies, or God.  I simply get up, learn what I can, and move on.  When all Americans do the same, we are a juggernaut.  And we stay free.

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Journalists And The Math That Scares Them

I was in a full fledged personal media blackout over Labor Day.  I highly recommend living under a rock (figuratively).  It’s so much better for the soul!

Tragically no man can hide for long and I heard vague rumblings that a bunch of folks came to D.C. to give the ruling party something to chew on.  I assumed it must be big because otherwise the press would have avoided mentioning anything at all.

As for Beck, who started it, I avoid morons newscasters and tools radio “personalities” like the plague so I know nothing about Glenn Beck.  Maybe he’s a genius and maybe he’s a whack job but I’m disinterested in finding out.  My only curiosity was to see how many scary Tea Partiers came to D.C to cling to guns and religion.  Was it enough to make The Obama muff his golf swing?

Glenn Beck giving oration (photo provided by the mainstream media).

Never fear!  This is merely a fact.  A knowable value between “zero” and “enough to make D.C. look like a bus station”.  I only wanted to know “how many” and tried (in vain) avoid the media’s best attempt to portray every Tea Partier in America as feces flinging monkeys.  (For example, without reading any article anywhere I was sure that “at least half” the media would claim every attendant was a racist, sexist, wife beating, troglodyte…regardless of what actually happened there.  I’ve since upgraded my estimate to “all” .)

But even the airheads in the mainstream press can count.  Hopefully an estimate with actual digits sandwiched between their usual deconstruction of the country rubes who have the poor form to fall behind in their hero worship of their betters.

This image shamelessly linked from www.okteaparty.org. According to the mainstream press there is no science on earth that can count this many people.

Alas I was wrong!  They couldn’t handle it.  Math is hard!  The mainstream press gets the vapors over a hanging chad cast by mail sent by a homeless guy living under a bridge who lacks ID, but they can’t muster a solid guess of how many people came to one place at one time and stood there?

Overqualified to be a journalist.

Below is a sample.  It’s an excerpt of a Time “Newsfeed” which manages to come to no conclusion whatsoever.  Way to go Woodward and Bernstein!

Glenn Beck’s controversial ‘Restoring Honor’ rally on Saturday was bound to spark debate among media outlets. First order of contention: How many people were actually there?

The rally was held at Washington, D.C.’s Lincoln Memorial on the anniversary of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I have a dream” speech–an area capable of accommodating a huge number of people. Officially, Beck’s permit for the rally allowed for 300, 000 people. CBS has reported that 87, 000 people came out to hear the Fox talk show host speak, while the New York Times reported that event organizers had pegged the number at around 500, 000. As for FOX News, they’ve refrained from actually offering up a number, instead calling the turnout “huge.”

Read more: http://newsfeed.time.com/2010/08/29/how-many-people-attended-glenn-becks-rally-no-one-seems-to-know/#ixzz0z4g42FLA

Three links and not even a clue where the number might even fall except; between 87,000 and “‘we shall not speak the number lest Voldemort appear”?  Weak!  I’m so naive that I expected the actual use of calculators.  This is a solvable problem and any due diligence would result in a reasonable estimate.  I’ve surveyed Canadian Geese fer crissakes.  If a bunch of biologists (and losers like me) in canoes can herd up Geese in a swamp and tag them how hard can it be to get a sample of people who came there to be counted?  I knew math wasn’t big in journalism schools where these clowns are hatched but everybody can count.
So where did I find a good guess?  I found one at Pascal Fervor who used the following utterly simple and yet brilliant idea:
I’m tired of the news media lying as to crowd sizes in Washington. So I took another well-known site — Michigan Stadium — that I could capture from Google Maps accompanied with its scaling abilities.
Given some reasonable spacial distribution assumptions and careful scaling you’ve got a fair and transparent estimate.  I wont steal his thunder so click through and read it.  Click through to the article here and tell him you’re glad he’s on the job since the press is too busy inventing spin to…you know…report.  Thanks!
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Baseball is Federal

Baseball is fun.

Let me get this straight; Roger Clemens has to defend himself against criminal charges from his testimony before Congress?

  1. Congress should not be involved in baseball.  They supposedly have day jobs.
  2. Does this mean that Congressional testimony which turns out to be a lie is criminally prosecutable?  Hurray!  I expect the floggings to begin.  Lets start with everything uttered aloud to support the stimulus package and then move on to the shocking revelation that Obamacare might not save money.  I’ll bring popcorn!

Roger Clemens.  You are hereby recognized as an unfortunate victim of a Congressional shafting.

(Photo source here.)

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Toyota

This summer I was appalled when grandstanding Congressional fucknuts put Toyota through the wringer. I’ve had my reservations all along. A couple of yoyos get weird in Toyotas and suddenly they’re deathtraps with evil throttle control sensors out to thin the herd. From within the beltway it’s possible to believe every car wreck requires Congressional assignment of blame but outside the beltway I know darned well that people are good at smashing cars and I’ve almost never seen someone claim that they wrecked because they’re a crappy driver.

Why would Congress jump on the “bash Toyota” bandwagon? Could they have been trying to nudge Government Motors into the black by hosing honest Toyota? Curmudgeon Rating: 2 Tinfoil Hats out of 10. (Meaning I find it entirely plausible but there’s no smoking gun.)

In keeping with it's "green energy" policy, the Obama administration has ordered GM to produce more hybrid vehicles.

It was all well and good for our elected clowns to prance about Washington but eventually they demanded (and received) the presence of Toyota executives Yoshimi Inaba and Akio Toyoda. That’s when they were well off the rails. Acting like toddlers with too much power should be reserved for domestic affairs…screwing with honest businessmen in the rest of the world is poor form. I hoped that future analysis would determine it really was a mechanical issue just so I wouldn’t feel like the Government that claims to represent me had been so galactically uncool.

Congress showed the worst of our culture and I was embarrassed about it. To their credit Mr. Toyoda and Co ate shit like champs. They accepted our Congressional inquiry with the best smile they could fake; a lot like striding past something disgusting at the monkey exhibit at the zoo and withholding comment. That really was classy.

Victims of a Congressional shafting.

The results finally came in and the press dutifully buried it. Toyota has been cleared of any wrongdoing. It’s time for morons in the US to learn from the example set by Mr. Toyoda. I want an abject apology from every Congressman who took part in that dog and pony show. Delivered while crawling on their hands and knees.

A Democratic representative making good on Nancy Pelosi's promise to restore integrity to Congress.

Of course, there’s a more Karmic solution. Akido Toyoda came here and dutifully put up with our culture of ignorant feces flinging chimps. Congress should return the favor by traveling to Japan and doing what that Japanese culture requires for the astoundingly incompetent; ritual suicide. I’ll immediately vote for any Congressman who does so!

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It’s Only Money

So you should go here and buy the bumper sticker of wisdom and put it on some loser’s Prius.

This little bumper sticker here;

is now available for sale.

(Source: Captain Capitalism)

No, I don’t get squat from Captain Capitalism so this isn’t some nefarious scheme to amass great wealth and eventually rule the world.  (My real plan for Curmudgeonly world domination is classified.)

That is all.

A. Curmudgeon

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Occam’s Razor Versus Somali Pirates

Occam’s Razor is the principle that among competing theories the simplest one is the most likely.  It’s not rocket science.  For example, when one of my chickens goes missing I could theorize that an uprising of Bolivian peach farmers absconded with it or I could assume it wandered off and a coyote ate it.  I vote for the coyote and only my vote counts.  (The chickens are too stupid to point to Bolivia on a map so they don’t get a vote.  I wouldn’t mind a similar test for American voters.)

I prefer the same approach when seeking solutions to problems.  All other things being equal, the simplest solution is usually the best.  Which brings me to Russia.  I’m not a real fan of Russia.  (Growing up in the Cold War with that whole mutually assured destruction thing can do that to you.)  But the Russians’ approach to piracy shows a simplicity far superior to our Nation’s hand wringing cluelessness.

This month an American judge released six captured Somali pirates because…and I’m not making this up…they hadn’t succeeded at the attempt.  According to the Judge you’re a pirate if you run off with the ship (and have a parrot).  But if you attack and fail you’re just a redneck in a rowboat.

This guy is only a fisherman.

(Source of photo is here.)

Russia, when faced with the same situation this May, announced something like; “Uh…something happened and all the pirates are dead.”  When pressed for details they responded “I dunno’ what happened but I’m real sure they’re not alive anymore”.  (I’m paraphrasing but not by much.)  I assume they were laughing when they wrote the press release.  Good job gentlemen!

Small Dead Animals is the source of this blinding flash of simplicity.  I encourage you to check it out because there’s no way I’d believe a loser like me telling such an outrageous story.  Besides, any blog with the word “Roadkill” in the title is pure gold.

The only thing I’ve got to add to Small Dead Animals’ brilliant juxtaposition is this:

…in 1999, water-borne rogues dressed as Chinese officials seized a cargo ship near Hong Kong waters and murdered twenty-three crewmen.  The ship was never recovered, but the Chinese authorities caught thirteen of the pirates and executed them.

By amazing coincidence, after this pitiless demonstration of non-leniency, incidences of piracy in the waters off Southern China dropped dramatically.

Who’s with me on this?  The Russians have it figured out.  The Chinese have it figured out.  The coyotes that chase my chickens have it figured out.  What the hell are we doing schlepping pirates to trial in Virginia?  The matter of pirate trials was settled international law a long time ago and it involved rope and a yardarm.  (Note: I’m not nautical enough to know what a yardarm is but if it’s over ten feet high I know how I’d apply it in a pirate rehabilitation program.)

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