Here we are at the beginning of winter. Warthog Control just had it's very first snowfall of 2014's winter. One accident on US 131 had more slide offs than law enforcement could count. A bad thing with a sad component, it happens every year. It will happen again.
I think the number 1 cause of this is that drivers in the wintertime are asking the wrong question. They ask, how fast can I go? Wrong question, what they should be asking is: How quick can I stop? When the roads get bad, they get far too concerned with the go and they forget about the stop.
MDOT and the MSP always say, take it slow in ice and snow. Leave early and slow down to a speed that you know you can stop in a hurry if need be.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Friday, October 03, 2014
Cause For Celebration
Today, before I left for work, I checked my mail. Nothing special on most days. Usually a few additions to the list of people or businesses that want my money for one reason or another. Today was a bit different.
Today, there was a thick white envelope. I noticed the unmistakeable elegance of a female's handwriting. I put it in my truck and left for work.
When I arrived, I took care of all the little stuff I have to do. Calling dispatch to let them know I was on duty and available for trouble calls. Making sure the cruiser still had gas and oil. Getting the laptop started up on the computer stand and preparing the reports that will have to be filed by email after the shift is over. Running into the bathroom because it's a 1 hour drive and those damn...no double damn high blood pressure meds would have to include a diuretic. For those of you who don't take meds like that, believe me. Giving a coffee addict a diuretic should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment after an hour in the truck.
Once all that was all said and done, I remembered that fat white envelope. I grabbed it and put it in the cruiser. What the hell, I thought. Like all other security officers, I always pray for an uneventful shift as paperwork is the enemy.
I made an initial patrol of my assigned area and found quiet so, with understandable curiosity, I ripped the envelope open.
THE BOOK OF BARKLEY
Thank you so very much my blog friend that I so much hope to actually meet someday. I will love and cherish this book for the rest of my days.
Of course, tonight is now double citation night for any poor soul who displays the lack of judgement and good sense to make me put it down and get out of this cruiser.
Today, there was a thick white envelope. I noticed the unmistakeable elegance of a female's handwriting. I put it in my truck and left for work.
When I arrived, I took care of all the little stuff I have to do. Calling dispatch to let them know I was on duty and available for trouble calls. Making sure the cruiser still had gas and oil. Getting the laptop started up on the computer stand and preparing the reports that will have to be filed by email after the shift is over. Running into the bathroom because it's a 1 hour drive and those damn...no double damn high blood pressure meds would have to include a diuretic. For those of you who don't take meds like that, believe me. Giving a coffee addict a diuretic should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment after an hour in the truck.
Once all that was all said and done, I remembered that fat white envelope. I grabbed it and put it in the cruiser. What the hell, I thought. Like all other security officers, I always pray for an uneventful shift as paperwork is the enemy.
I made an initial patrol of my assigned area and found quiet so, with understandable curiosity, I ripped the envelope open.
THE BOOK OF BARKLEY
Thank you so very much my blog friend that I so much hope to actually meet someday. I will love and cherish this book for the rest of my days.
Of course, tonight is now double citation night for any poor soul who displays the lack of judgement and good sense to make me put it down and get out of this cruiser.
Friday, July 04, 2014
Friday, May 09, 2014
Reasonable
Yeah, let's talk about reasonable. Plenty of folks out there like Moms Demand Action for Prozac and Box Wine in America and Mayors Future Felons Against Illegal Guns, keep saying they want reasonable gun control. Let's take a second to look at that.
One of the bulwarks of their argument is how the founders never saw the coming of these evil black death machines they like to refer to as Assault Rifles, even though they're not. Well shit, they never saw cars, printers or the internet coming either. They did say once that: the power of the sword, say the minority..., is in the hands of Congress. My friends and countrymen, it is not so, for The powers of the sword are in the hands of the yeomanry of America from sixteen to sixty. The militia of these free commonwealths, entitled and accustomed to their arms, when compared with any possible army, must be tremendous and irresistible. Who are the militia? Are they not ourselves? Is it feared, then, that we shall turn our arms each man against his own bosom. Congress has no power to disarm the militia. Their swords and every terrible implement of the soldier are the birthright of Americans. The unlimited power of the sword is not in the hands of either the federal or state governments but where, I trust in God, it will always remain, in the hands of the people (Tench Coxe). Jefferson said that you should make your gun your constant companion on your walks.
They keep trying to say the first amendment is regulated because you can't yell fire in a crowded movie house. I hate to tell you this but, yes, you can. It's stupid but you can do it.
The bullshit about well regulated militias meaning they can pass whatever kind of gun control they want is crap too. In the days of the founding, well regulated meant kept in proper working order. Suck on that anti's.
There's one big flaw to all of their arguments and that flaw in their arguments is unique to the second amendment. It's all in the last 4 words of the amendment. Shall not be infringed. You can't play compare and contrast with the second amendment because no other amendment carries that language.
The gun control fanatics love saying things like, I have a right to feel safe. Well sparky, actually, you don't have a right to "feel" anything. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are all well and good and will work wonderfully when the government stops trying to regulate what they think it should mean but remember, it says, pursuit of happiness. You can chase it all you want but nothing guarantees that you're going to catch it. Along with a right to life comes a responsibility to defend said life. Liberty has almost always had to be defended with guns.
You want reasonable? Then let's get the federal government reigned back in so that it has only it's constitutionally provided powers. You gun control people? If you think you'd be happier in a world where guns are outlawed, there are several countries on earth that do that now, move there for your pursuit of happiness and leave me the hell alone.
One of the bulwarks of their argument is how the founders never saw the coming of these evil black death machines they like to refer to as Assault Rifles, even though they're not. Well shit, they never saw cars, printers or the internet coming either. They did say once that: the power of the sword, say the minority..., is in the hands of Congress. My friends and countrymen, it is not so, for The powers of the sword are in the hands of the yeomanry of America from sixteen to sixty. The militia of these free commonwealths, entitled and accustomed to their arms, when compared with any possible army, must be tremendous and irresistible. Who are the militia? Are they not ourselves? Is it feared, then, that we shall turn our arms each man against his own bosom. Congress has no power to disarm the militia. Their swords and every terrible implement of the soldier are the birthright of Americans. The unlimited power of the sword is not in the hands of either the federal or state governments but where, I trust in God, it will always remain, in the hands of the people (Tench Coxe). Jefferson said that you should make your gun your constant companion on your walks.
They keep trying to say the first amendment is regulated because you can't yell fire in a crowded movie house. I hate to tell you this but, yes, you can. It's stupid but you can do it.
The bullshit about well regulated militias meaning they can pass whatever kind of gun control they want is crap too. In the days of the founding, well regulated meant kept in proper working order. Suck on that anti's.
There's one big flaw to all of their arguments and that flaw in their arguments is unique to the second amendment. It's all in the last 4 words of the amendment. Shall not be infringed. You can't play compare and contrast with the second amendment because no other amendment carries that language.
The gun control fanatics love saying things like, I have a right to feel safe. Well sparky, actually, you don't have a right to "feel" anything. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are all well and good and will work wonderfully when the government stops trying to regulate what they think it should mean but remember, it says, pursuit of happiness. You can chase it all you want but nothing guarantees that you're going to catch it. Along with a right to life comes a responsibility to defend said life. Liberty has almost always had to be defended with guns.
You want reasonable? Then let's get the federal government reigned back in so that it has only it's constitutionally provided powers. You gun control people? If you think you'd be happier in a world where guns are outlawed, there are several countries on earth that do that now, move there for your pursuit of happiness and leave me the hell alone.
Saturday, April 05, 2014
Snyderholes
This is a little phenomenon that I've been seeing around my home state of Michigan for a while. I was hoping to calm down before I posted something but every time I see one of those damn signs about it, I just get madder.
The local libtards have put up a website about this and have little signs all over the place saying "Thanks for the potholes Gov. Snyder".
I'm going to make this as simple as I can, knowing that should a libtard actually read this, larger construction paper and brighter crayons or it's just going to thunder over their little heads like the Blue Angels on a flyby.
YOU LIVE IN MICHIGAN YOU STUPID FUCKS, WE GET POTHOLES EVERY YEAR!
It's not Governor Snyder, it wasn't Governor Granholm. It's Mother Nature dumbass.
You can't politicize a normal event.
The local libtards have put up a website about this and have little signs all over the place saying "Thanks for the potholes Gov. Snyder".
I'm going to make this as simple as I can, knowing that should a libtard actually read this, larger construction paper and brighter crayons or it's just going to thunder over their little heads like the Blue Angels on a flyby.
YOU LIVE IN MICHIGAN YOU STUPID FUCKS, WE GET POTHOLES EVERY YEAR!
It's not Governor Snyder, it wasn't Governor Granholm. It's Mother Nature dumbass.
You can't politicize a normal event.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Fred Phelps
Well, he died today. I guess he'd been sick for a long time and it finally killed him. That leaves me with only 1 thing to say.
BURN IN HELL YOU VILE HATE MONGER
BURN IN HELL YOU VILE HATE MONGER
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Spring...Kinda
Well, meteorological spring anyway. This means it's about time for me to write the yearly readiness post so. here it is.
It's that time of the year to check all your batteries. Not just the smoke detectors and carbon monoxide detectors you may have but the portable radio you should have, along with the flashlights.
So many people think of preparedness in light of a zombie apocalypse but since we have already had that (how do you think Obumbles got re-elected) but it encompasses so much more than that. Just ask the folks in Moore, Oklahoma.
If you don't already have one, now is a perfect time to get a weather alert radio. Now is also a good time to find your local ham radio club and get in to a ham in a day class and get in on the fun of amateur radio.
Don't wait, the weather certainly won't.
It's that time of the year to check all your batteries. Not just the smoke detectors and carbon monoxide detectors you may have but the portable radio you should have, along with the flashlights.
So many people think of preparedness in light of a zombie apocalypse but since we have already had that (how do you think Obumbles got re-elected) but it encompasses so much more than that. Just ask the folks in Moore, Oklahoma.
If you don't already have one, now is a perfect time to get a weather alert radio. Now is also a good time to find your local ham radio club and get in to a ham in a day class and get in on the fun of amateur radio.
Don't wait, the weather certainly won't.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
I Haz a Sad
I would have written this yesterday but, I couldn't. I'm going to have some trouble with it today. The best place to start is by reading this. Yes, I posted a simple note with condolences. I wanted to say something soothing and profound but I sat there looking at the blank comment box through tears.
The loss of your furry companion is something that no non pet owner will ever understand. It's not just an animal. It's a member of your family as much as a child or a wife. In some ways, even moreso. The loyalty, the companionship, no human can match that. There's no judgement, no derision just love.
Reading something like that makes me contemplate the simple fact that I will lose my precious kitty Selena some day and that is a day that I dread because I know that I will not handle it as well as some might.
All I can think of is this:
"The past taunts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us and our lives slip away, moment by moment. Lost in the vast terrible in between. But there is still time to seize that one last fragile moment." Emperor Turhan - Babylon 5
All we have are moments and we have to luxuriate in each one of them because they are precious and they will never happen again.
The loss of your furry companion is something that no non pet owner will ever understand. It's not just an animal. It's a member of your family as much as a child or a wife. In some ways, even moreso. The loyalty, the companionship, no human can match that. There's no judgement, no derision just love.
Reading something like that makes me contemplate the simple fact that I will lose my precious kitty Selena some day and that is a day that I dread because I know that I will not handle it as well as some might.
All I can think of is this:
"The past taunts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us and our lives slip away, moment by moment. Lost in the vast terrible in between. But there is still time to seize that one last fragile moment." Emperor Turhan - Babylon 5
All we have are moments and we have to luxuriate in each one of them because they are precious and they will never happen again.
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