Liberals feel they can do what they please to us as we are the Minions of the Devil to them. It's not reason, it's their faith. They've thrown organized religion out of their lives and replaced it with -- what? They pray at the feet of Barack Obama, Hillary Rodham Clinton, Al Gore and a host of other Liberal Deities.
This means they'll never play fair in the sandbox of politics. They have a Higher Calling and there's no point arguing reason with them, it just won't work. It's a waste of breath. Showing them doesn't work either, they'll just attribute anything they see as an attept to trick them or that it's all lip service on our part and doesn't really mean anything. Nothing we can do will convince them otherwise.
They are the True Holders of the Great Secret of Compassion and Caring, so nobody else can come close to how much they really care about anything. It doesn't matter if they actually succeed at reducing the problems. But they really care more than anyone else before or since. Caring makes all the difference.
If you're not Liberal, you can't care. You're automatically self centered, conceited, greedy, ready to stick it to the poor of the world and you're on the fast track to Hell. They're justified in whatever they say or do to conservatives because we are from the Dark Side and are beyond redemption.
14 October 2007
11 September 2007
Fry's Electronics
I hate Fry's. I'll drive twice as far to get something I need just to avoid going there. Radio Shack is terrible, but they're not even on the same scale. I used to shop there regularly when they were a small neighborhood grocery store chain. Then something horrible happened. They mutated. And grew. Much larger. And descended into the Pits of Hell. The latest incarnation has a deformed steam locomotive blasting its way out of the front of the building into the parking lot.
Last week I didn't have a choice. I needed a microswitch without the little lever on top, or worse, the little lever with the roller. And it was late Saturday.
Years ago, there were lots of places that sold electronic parts, including microswitches. In Sacratomato, there was Zack, MarVell, World and Lafayette Electronics to name a few. There's only a small handful of places with open bins of parts still in business, such as HSC Electronic Supply, but as I said before, it was late Saturday and they would be closed before I got there.
I had no choice. The microswitch on top of the pressure switch for the spa had cracked and I needed a replacement. Now. Or the dogs would have to make room for me in their house. The old switch had gotten brittle and the switch body cracked when I tried to pull the leads off. I have a couple of switches I'd scavenged, but they didn't have the normally open terminals, just the normally closed ones. The other alternative would be to buy the entire pressure switch, but I'm cheap. When I see something I can fix for $2, I can't bring myself to spend $40 on a whole new assembly.
I had my son, Fang, drop me off and I went in. I had a rough idea where the electronic parts were, so I headed off in that direction. I came upon one of the native guides. He wasn't sure, but pointed to the west. I continued on my trek. Passing the flashing Elvis lamps, I spotted a signpost telling me I was on aisle 6, it bore the cryptic notation, cables. I felt I was getting nearer my goal. I continued toward the west wall of the store, when I spotted a whole tribe of native guides. I asked the closest one about the location of their microswitches. He gave me a blank stare, apparently not understanding my words. I asked another. He said he didn't know, this wasn't his tribe department?, and to pray ask? at the altar podium?. By this time, the area around the altar podium? had cleared out, even the High Priest was gone. The guide I had just spoken with approached the altar and not recognizing me, asked if I needed help. I told him I was still searching for microswitches. He said he'd never heard of them and they didn't carry them. I replied that they appear on the website. A troubled look appeared on his face and he said he'd get the High Priest supervisor? Shortly thereafter, another individual indistinguishable from the rest appeared. He asked me what I desired, to which I replied, "I'm looking for microswitches, I saw them on your website". "Ah, website good! Aisle 8. Walk this way". Through the tears of joy at finally nearing my goal, my vision blurred for a moment. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw a strange misshapen form with bulging eyes, wearing dark shapeless clothing and a baggy hat, and a large mass between his shoulder blades, dragging his foot. Reading his name tag for the first time, I thanked him, "Thank you, Igor." Over his shoulder he muttered, "it's pronounced EYE-gor". My vision cleared as he shuffled down aisle 8 and vanished in the distance. I paused, noting the racks of components. Rows and rows of identical cards bearing transparent cylindrical bubbles with illegibly printed labels attached to the lower third of the bubbles, perfectly concealing the items within the bottom part of the packages. The final puzzle was at hand, or so I thought. I was able to rule out a few of the packages visually as I could see the item inside was clearly not a microswitch. I quickly developed a system whereby I rotated the package on the peg, allowing it to fall into view in the upper 2/3rds of the bubble. Moving quickly, it only took me 137 tries to located the correct part. SUCCESS! I immediately began the trip to the check out, knowing I still had to brave the perils of the final indignity. The journey through the cattle chute was uneventful. I paid cash and declined the bag as I had only purchased the single item. The usual logjam was at the final indignity, about ten carts worth of people waiting in line to exit. I saw my chance and sprinted through while the clerk was poking through a half full shopping cart. Breathing a sigh of relief, I headed toward my car and freedom.
Last week I didn't have a choice. I needed a microswitch without the little lever on top, or worse, the little lever with the roller. And it was late Saturday.
Years ago, there were lots of places that sold electronic parts, including microswitches. In Sacratomato, there was Zack, MarVell, World and Lafayette Electronics to name a few. There's only a small handful of places with open bins of parts still in business, such as HSC Electronic Supply, but as I said before, it was late Saturday and they would be closed before I got there.
I had no choice. The microswitch on top of the pressure switch for the spa had cracked and I needed a replacement. Now. Or the dogs would have to make room for me in their house. The old switch had gotten brittle and the switch body cracked when I tried to pull the leads off. I have a couple of switches I'd scavenged, but they didn't have the normally open terminals, just the normally closed ones. The other alternative would be to buy the entire pressure switch, but I'm cheap. When I see something I can fix for $2, I can't bring myself to spend $40 on a whole new assembly.
I had my son, Fang, drop me off and I went in. I had a rough idea where the electronic parts were, so I headed off in that direction. I came upon one of the native guides. He wasn't sure, but pointed to the west. I continued on my trek. Passing the flashing Elvis lamps, I spotted a signpost telling me I was on aisle 6, it bore the cryptic notation, cables. I felt I was getting nearer my goal. I continued toward the west wall of the store, when I spotted a whole tribe of native guides. I asked the closest one about the location of their microswitches. He gave me a blank stare, apparently not understanding my words. I asked another. He said he didn't know, this wasn't his tribe department?, and to pray ask? at the altar podium?. By this time, the area around the altar podium? had cleared out, even the High Priest was gone. The guide I had just spoken with approached the altar and not recognizing me, asked if I needed help. I told him I was still searching for microswitches. He said he'd never heard of them and they didn't carry them. I replied that they appear on the website. A troubled look appeared on his face and he said he'd get the High Priest supervisor? Shortly thereafter, another individual indistinguishable from the rest appeared. He asked me what I desired, to which I replied, "I'm looking for microswitches, I saw them on your website". "Ah, website good! Aisle 8. Walk this way". Through the tears of joy at finally nearing my goal, my vision blurred for a moment. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw a strange misshapen form with bulging eyes, wearing dark shapeless clothing and a baggy hat, and a large mass between his shoulder blades, dragging his foot. Reading his name tag for the first time, I thanked him, "Thank you, Igor." Over his shoulder he muttered, "it's pronounced EYE-gor". My vision cleared as he shuffled down aisle 8 and vanished in the distance. I paused, noting the racks of components. Rows and rows of identical cards bearing transparent cylindrical bubbles with illegibly printed labels attached to the lower third of the bubbles, perfectly concealing the items within the bottom part of the packages. The final puzzle was at hand, or so I thought. I was able to rule out a few of the packages visually as I could see the item inside was clearly not a microswitch. I quickly developed a system whereby I rotated the package on the peg, allowing it to fall into view in the upper 2/3rds of the bubble. Moving quickly, it only took me 137 tries to located the correct part. SUCCESS! I immediately began the trip to the check out, knowing I still had to brave the perils of the final indignity. The journey through the cattle chute was uneventful. I paid cash and declined the bag as I had only purchased the single item. The usual logjam was at the final indignity, about ten carts worth of people waiting in line to exit. I saw my chance and sprinted through while the clerk was poking through a half full shopping cart. Breathing a sigh of relief, I headed toward my car and freedom.
06 September 2007
My Free Craig's List Spa
So far I've spent about twenty dollars in gas to get it home, plus sixty dollars to feed the football players that helped move it. Fifty went to the ten by ten tent/pavillion and about twenty for a heavy duty extension cord to convert it to 110 Volts. A new GFCI at fifteen dollars, new heater element from Ebay at twenty eight dollars and a two dollar microswitch from Fry's. I've probably spent about eighty dollars in chemicals and whatnot and another ten in bits and pieces of hardware.
That's about $285 over the last two years, not including water and electricity.
Thinking about the hours relaxing after a long day or going out at the crack of dawn before work, priceless. When it was the only way we could cool off last year during the heat wave and the roof had been torn off and was being replaced, beyond measure.
I'm listening to the pump humming away thinking, not too bad for a free spa...
That's about $285 over the last two years, not including water and electricity.
Thinking about the hours relaxing after a long day or going out at the crack of dawn before work, priceless. When it was the only way we could cool off last year during the heat wave and the roof had been torn off and was being replaced, beyond measure.
I'm listening to the pump humming away thinking, not too bad for a free spa...
My Time in Hell
Did you ever realize you HATED something within three minutes of starting something, but kept trying to make the best of it? For over three years?
I worked for the USPS about twenty years ago, during the rash of people "going postal". After the first couple of years of these reports, including one on the same office I worked in, the powers-that-be established a new safety policy to prevent that kind of thing from happening again. They set up a toll-free number for employees to call. No, not to ask for help, but to turn in fellow employees we thought MIGHT be going off the deep end.
A few weeks later I heard a report of yet another postal employee going into the office he worked at and start shooting. When I heard he shot the Street Supervisor first, then the next five employees he saw, saving the last round for himself, I found myself roaring with laughter. I knew it wasn't normal but I could understand the mindset of the guy that did it. I knew then it was time to get the Hell Out of Dodge.
I quit the next day.
I worked for the USPS about twenty years ago, during the rash of people "going postal". After the first couple of years of these reports, including one on the same office I worked in, the powers-that-be established a new safety policy to prevent that kind of thing from happening again. They set up a toll-free number for employees to call. No, not to ask for help, but to turn in fellow employees we thought MIGHT be going off the deep end.
A few weeks later I heard a report of yet another postal employee going into the office he worked at and start shooting. When I heard he shot the Street Supervisor first, then the next five employees he saw, saving the last round for himself, I found myself roaring with laughter. I knew it wasn't normal but I could understand the mindset of the guy that did it. I knew then it was time to get the Hell Out of Dodge.
I quit the next day.
07 August 2007
A Modest Suggestion
I know this would never be allowed by the Powers That Be, but it's a fun thought...
Having been a member of the SCA, a solution to airline hijacking became apparent.
Belaying pins were the original quick release fastener used on square rig sailing ships. They were the forerunner of cleats used to temporarily attach a rope. They had some secondary uses as well. If you needed to throw a line to another vessel, you could tie it as a weight to assist throwing the line farther.
The other use is what I had in mind. It was useful as a short club. I'm not suggesting they should be the same material. A fiber reinforced plastic resin or hard rubber material, perhaps twelve to fifteen inches long would suffice. Mounted on the back of airline seats, possibly under the tray table, they would be available to any passenger if someone became unruly. If the tray tables were detachable and had a handle on the back they could be used as a buckler as well.
Someone with a box cutter or knife wouldn't stand a chance.
Having been a member of the SCA, a solution to airline hijacking became apparent.
Belaying pins were the original quick release fastener used on square rig sailing ships. They were the forerunner of cleats used to temporarily attach a rope. They had some secondary uses as well. If you needed to throw a line to another vessel, you could tie it as a weight to assist throwing the line farther.
The other use is what I had in mind. It was useful as a short club. I'm not suggesting they should be the same material. A fiber reinforced plastic resin or hard rubber material, perhaps twelve to fifteen inches long would suffice. Mounted on the back of airline seats, possibly under the tray table, they would be available to any passenger if someone became unruly. If the tray tables were detachable and had a handle on the back they could be used as a buckler as well.
Someone with a box cutter or knife wouldn't stand a chance.
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