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Sunday, May 25, 2008

I think this year's campaign commercials for the Republicans practically write themselves:

What is Obama's plan to reduce gas prices? "Hope!"

What is Obama's plan to secure the border? "Hope!"

What is Obama's plan to win the war in Iraq? "Hope!"

And when you send your dollars to Washington, what will Obama give you back? "Change!"

It's the same basic plan all of them have.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

So, Ted Kennedy had a seizure and is in the hospital.

As all the fawning lefties and righties, from Presidential candidates to Senate pages, are saying, no one has done more to improve tear apart the health care system in this country. In a collection of 535 bastards, he is the biggest longest lasting, and most distinguished bastard of the bunch. The tragedies he's lived through in his family don't buy him one iota of excuse for what he's done to this country.

And on the subject of tragedies, Teddy, how's those lifeguarding lessons going? Saved anybody - anybody at all - from drowning yet?

Look, I don't want him dead. I don't even want him gravely ill. What I want is his fat pompous ass out of my goddamn life. My sincerest hope is that he enjoys a full recovery, then decides that he's tired of fucking up everybody's health and prosperity and safety and families and freedom, and makes his farewell bow to the Senate.

My fantasy, though I can't really call it a hope, is that he has an epiphany laying in that hospital bed. An epiphany that reveals to him where all that great medical care really comes from, and in a fit of remorse devotes the rest of his life to trying to undo the incalculable damage he's done to everyone his efforts have ever touched.

He'd barely be able to make a dent, but I'd give him credit, even the admiration that he's enjoyed unearned for so long, for sincerely trying.

It ain't gonna happen. He's a threat to every free person in this country, and by extension, the whole world. When and if he returns to the Senate, he will continue to tear people's lives apart. No, I don't wish him dead, but if this seizure is more severe than it sounds at the moment, and not just the DT's, then I won't miss him one bit when he's burning in hell.

It'll be nothing compared to what he's left us.
We do things a little different here in Arizona. Worked on a new roof today, and got about a fourth of it done. I'll do another fourth each weekend, and that should get it all done before it rains.

OK, it's not really a new roof. It's just another of the odd things I've had to get used to here. For instance, there's no insulation in my house, except for a thin layer of fiberglass above the ceiling. Don't really need it, though in the summer it would probably help some. There's no screen on my back door, so at night we get the occasional moth or other flying pest, even a mosquito once in a while, if we leave the door open after dark. Most houses and even businesses are cooled by blowing air across a wet sponge. Works great until the humidity gets above 50%, which it does - with temperatures remaining in the high 90's and 100's - from late June through late August. And you have to spend a hundred bucks on new "pads" every four or five years, plus the annual ritual of cleaning winter's accumulated algae and cruft out of the pads and reservoir.

Then there's the roof itself. Mine is just raw plywood. Sure, a lot of the fancy new houses those people from California are building have Spanish tile, but thats just for show. What keeps the rain out here is a giant rubber sheet over the roof. It comes in 5-gallon buckets and is applied with a regular paint roller. The buckets cost about $80 each (I'll be needing four of them), unless you buy the cheap stuff. And by cheap stuff, it means that it wears out in two or three years instead of five. Oh, and it's not as white. See, one of the big selling points is the reflectivity. Some of them even have titanium flakes in them to make them even more white and more reflective. It's probably enough to blind passing airplanes in a giant solar oven made from all those reflective roofs all over the city.

So my new roof, or one five-gallon bucket's worth, took about an hour before breakfast to put on. And since we're expecting rain in six weeks, I need to stay on top of things like that.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Rule of Life #462: Never, EVER, buy a plastic pepper mill. Just trust me on this. I know, I know, it did seem like a good idea at the time, but it's not. I learned my lesson the hard way, so you don't have to. I don't want to talk about it. Lets just say that if the dog gets into the garbage to go after my uneaten eggs today, he'll learn his lesson, too.