More Deer Cam

We're having plenty of fun looking at the game camera and this little buck shows a lot of promise.

That's a nice, shootable 6 point, probably two or three years old.  And, he's coming out right at the end of the legal shooting hours.  According to the app on my phone, absolute sunset on the day in question was 6:22 p.m.  We can hunt one-half hour after sunset and that deer came out at 6:47 p.m., fully five minutes before the end of the legal shooting hours.

That mirrors my experience with shootable bucks.  You've got to wait until the last possible minute of legal shooting hours.  Of course, once the rut starts, all bets are off, but if I had to bet on one buck that we might convert into venison, I believe this one is the best bet.  And, there is nothing wrong with a little basket-rack 6-point when you're converting deer into suppertime.  The season for this little buck starts on November 16th, and hopefully we'll get some more photos so we can pattern him.

Red Sky

Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.

This photo from near my duty post at daylight this morning.

As it turns out, the old caution was correct.  We had terrible weather today.

Cardio

When I was wearing a uniform for the reserve forces, I had a set routine.  I'd get up at 5:00 am, get into my workout togs and go to the gym.  I had a route planned, and I'd do some strength training, then run two miles, get back to the gym, shower and head to work, getting there at about 7:00 am.  The office officially opened at 8:00, so I'd have an hour of quiet time to get my act together for the day.

When I retired from the Guard in 1999 I quit running.  I haven't run more than ten steps since then, and I've gained some weight, in March of the year, I was up to 260 lbs.  I decided I needed to lose weight, so I got into Weight Watchers and started eating smart, getting off wheat, watching my carbs, doing all the smart stuff.  I dropped 20 lbs and stuck at 240.  I've been stuck at 240 for about three months, so I decided that some cardio (gag, spit) might be in order.  Especially after my doc told me that if I didn't drop another 40 lbs that I was in real danger of becoming diabetic.

So, today I began walking.  During the hour between the end of the work day I walked around downtown Alexandria.  By that I mean that I walked from the hospital to the Interstate, down to Lee Street, back to the river, then across to the hospital.  Something over a mile-and-a-half, in a little less than 30 minutes.  Not a fast pace, but I haven't done any cardio in about 13 years.

It's back to the PT, and I'm almost completely out of shape.  God, I hate PT.

Hillary as SecState

You all remember that Hillary was the Secretary of State, and some folks are even talking about her presumptive run as President.  John McCain weighed in recently, with faint praise for his former associate.

“I don’t think there’s any doubt that Secretary Clinton would be a very strong candidate,” McCain said of the former secretary of state, senator from New York and first lady. “I don’t think there’s any doubt she has widespread support. Her work as secretary of state, with the exception of this issue of Benghazi — which isn’t going away — I think has been outstanding. I think she would be viewed by anyone, Republican or Democrat, as a very formidable candidate for 2016.”

Yeah, you see, John, that Benghazi thing isn't going away.  But beyond that can anyone give me one sterling accomplishment during Hillary's tenure as SecState?  Just one?  I'm not asking for three, or four.  Just one?

I've got nothing.

The New Stamp

Folks are telling me that the US Postal Service is rolling out a new Forever stamp to commemorate the rollout of Obamacare.

Hat Tip to The Cripple.

Line of Duty

Over at Pajamas Media, Bridget Johnson reports on the FBI crime report, specifically those officers killed in the line of duty.  She doesn't provide a link, but we can assume that she's quoting directly from the report.

The FBI reported this morning that 95 law enforcement officers were killed in the line of duty in 2012, while 52,901 were assaulted while on the job.

That's 95 too many, and while some of those were killed in accidents, a substantial portion of those were not.

 “Of the 48 officers feloniously killed, 12 were killed in arrest situations, eight were investigating suspicious persons or circumstances, eight were conducting traffic pursuits/stops, six were ambushed, five were involved in tactical situations, and four were answering disturbance calls. Three of the slain officers were handling, transporting, or maintaining custody of prisoners; one was conducting an investigative activity, such as surveillance, searches, or interviews; and one officer was killed while handling a person with a mental illness,” the FBI said. “Offenders used firearms to kill 44 of the 48 victim officers. Of these 44 officers, 32 were slain with handguns, seven with rifles, and three with shotguns. The type of firearm used was not reported in the deaths of two officers. Two officers were killed with vehicles used as weapons, one with personal weapons (hands, fists, feet, etc.), and one with a knife.”

It's appalling to look at the numbers, and it's even more appalling when you carry a brother to his final resting place.  We deplore the deaths, yet we look on them as a natural hazard of the job.  I could expound at length about the hazards of the job, but many of them are the same hazards that Americans face every day.  As I am nearing the autumn of my career, I have an assignment that's pretty quiet, fairly sedentary, and provides plenty of time for assessment.  People tell me every day, "Man, I'd love to have your job."

Depending on my attitude at the time, and the person I'm talking to, I might reply that it takes 30 years behind the badge to get a job like this.  Or, I might just say, "Yeah, it's a great job, right up until the instant when it isn't.  Then, it becomes a terrible job, real quick."

Rest in Peace, brothers.  You've passed the watch and can rest quietly.  The rest of us will be here watching.  Keep the coffee hot.  We'll get there eventually.

In the Game Cam

We put a game camera on the little acreage that the family owns and caught some pictures of a really stunning deer.  About 200 yards behind Momma's house.

That's one of several that's using the feeder.  He's often joined by a younger 6 point.  And a couple of does.  Rut hasn't started yet, but we have at least two big bucks using the feeder.

Sunday Morning Dawg

Hunting for the cat.

The cat's over here.

He's not a very good hunting dog.  But we knew that when we got him.

From the Stand

No, I didn't make meat this morning, but I spent several enjoyable hours in the deer stand.  Here's what I see when I'm sitting there.

I'm sitting in a chair, looking at that shadowed area down the pipeline.  The rifle is sitting on a bag on the window ledge.  If Bambi walks out, I'm ready to convert him to venison.  This isn't hard hunting, indeed, some would say that it's not hunting at all.  It's deer shooting, but it's a real common way of turning deer hide into food.

Milady and I have plans for two Halloween parties tonight, and I have to be ready to party, so I think I'll get a nap.  If you'll excuse me, my easy chair is calling me.

Final Prep

I could talk about politics, but that's so gauche when the hunting season is upon us.  I've got the truck partially loaded, and the final gear stacked by the door.  Checking my list to make sure I don't forget anything.

Goatwhiskers reminds me in comments earlier to not forget cartridges.  Good call, Goatwhiskers, but when I posted that the cartridges were already on the butt of the rifle.  There are nine in an elastic Allen cartridge holder and those nine should see me through the season.

I did leave my day-ruck off the list and it's going in the truck.  Things like a handheld GPS, a pair of Nikon binocs, a fawn bleat can call, a roll of toilet paper, some small wire-ties for affixing deer tags, and a small first aid kit.  All that will be left to do tomorrow will be to get my part of the noon meal out of the fridge, throw the day ruck into the truck, and fill my thermos.

I'll let y'all know tomorrow how it turns out.

Participation

When you're talking unemployment, it is instructive to remember that by definition, you can be unemployed for only a limited amount of time.  Once you exceed that time your unemployment benefits lapse and you drop off the rolls of the unemployed.  So, if a bazillion people lose their jobs, stay unemployed until their benefits run out, and still don't find a job, they're not unemployed any longer.

Courtesy of the Cajun, we find a little graph that shows labor force participation.  It's instructive because even if the official unemployment numbers get better, we see that there are a hell of a lot of people out of work.

Very instructive.  When our President first took office, the labor force participation rate stood at about 66%.  Now it's down to less than 64%.  We've lost a lot of people in the labor force, and many of those have part-time jobs thanks to our President's policies.

Now, if you'll excuse me I have to leave this computer and get ready to go to work.  I'm one of the lucky 63% who gets up and goes to work every day.

Prepping

The regular gun season of our deer season starts Saturday, and I'm prepping.

Rifle, check
Carry bag, check
Deer stand, prepped and ready.
Fuel in truck, check
Coleman stove, check
My portion of the camp breakfast, check.
License and tags, check

I guess I'm ready.  We do breakfast at the hunting camp differently than most.  Everyone on the club lives nearby, so we'll get up at our houses and go directly to the stand on Saturday morning.  After the morning hunt, we'll meet at the camp, sometime about 10:00, and cook a big breakfast.  Oh, there will be biscuits and eggs, and sausage, and bacon, and who knows what else might show up there.  I'm bringing my Coleman stove and a skillet to cook eggs.  I'll probably be pressed into service to cook gravy as well.

If anybody gets lucky, we'll be dressing a deer.  If no one gets lucky, we'll tell lies, cook together, then say grace before the meal.  It's part and parcel of the camp cooking tradition.  We give thanks to our Maker for the woods, and the smoke, and the fire.

If you need me before noon on Saturday, I'll be in the woods.  I'll be home sometime in the early afternoon.

Quick Mixed Veggie Soup

On those busy days where you don't have time to cook, it's good to have a couple of recipes that are filling, tasty, and quick.  Today I'm highlighting my quick vegetable soup.  There's almost nothing to it.

Quick Veggie Soup

1 bag Pictsweet Mixed Vegetables
One piece good port tasso
One can Rotel original tomatoes and chilis.
Salt and pepper (to taste)

Prep.
Cut up the tasso into 3/8th inch chunks.  In a large saucepan, combine water, tasso, mixed vegetables and Rotel tomatoes.  Add water. Salt and pepper to taste.  Cook on a simmer for an hour or so, or until you can't stand it any longer.

Serve with saltine crackers, or a good cornbread.  If you don't know how to make cornbread, this recipe is as good as any, and better than most.  I think I'll ask Milady to make a cornbread when she comes home.  Yeah, I can cook cornbread, but she makes a better one than I do.  And, she can make a small pone, where mine always fill a big skillet.

Confused Democrat

It seems that Representative Alan Grayson (D-somewhere) doesn't seem to know history.  He's conflated the Tea Party with the KKK.  Oh, yeah, he went there.

The only problem, Congressman, is that the KKK was Democrat, all the way down.  No Republicans of any stripe in the KKK.  No, sir, it was all Democrat.  I'd think that a US Representative would know that, and would stop bringing it up.  But as long as you bring it up, I'll be here to remind you.

America's Finances

Jon Gabriel, over at Freedom Works, puts up a great little graphic that explains America's fiscal problem.  Sure, we can pay down the deficit, but what are we going to do about all that debt?

Jon goes on to explain.

The analogy is imperfect, but imagine the green is your salary, the yellow is the amount you're spending over your salary, and the red is your Visa statement. Then imagine your spouse runs into the room and shouts, “great news honey, our fiscal crisis is over. We just got approved for a new MasterCard!” Your first call would be to a marriage counselor or a shrink.

Yes, the analogy is imperfect, but the numbers give you some idea of what we're facing.  As daunting as the deficit might be, we've got to work on the debt.  By this chart, America owes about 7 times what it takes in every year and the debt can be laid across several administrations, both Republican and Democratic.

This is a serious problem and requires serious debate from both sides.  We're going to have to tighten belts and slash the budget if we ever intend to put these numbers in balance.  Kicking the can down the road is not an option.

Decisions, Decisions

My half-dozen regular readers are familiar with The Ugly Rifle, a Savage that I rescued from the gun shop in 2011.  It's been reworked into a standard Savage hunting rifle, blind magazine, synthetic stock, it's altogether an uninteresting rifle, in .308 Winchester.  I decided in June that it would be the rifle that gets taken to the woods this year, and for us, this year starts next Saturday.  So, I had a decision to make.

Our hunting grounds are standard north Louisiana piney woods in an active dry-land oilfield.  Our shots are generally in the 50-150 yard range with the vast majority being under 100 yards.  My stand sits on a pipeline and there is a well-used crossing about 110 yards from my shooting window, but I've seen deer cross as close as 40 yards from the stand, and there's a creek crossing 85 yards down the hill.  That's my range, and those are my range markers.

The heart/lung area on a standard pineywoods whitetail is nine inches across.  We're not talking a small target area. Hold up a standard paper plate at your next church social.  That's the size of your target.  Put a bullet in that big ole plate, and you'll be dragging venison.

One thing uninteresting about the Ugly Rifle is the perverse resistance it shows to very fine accuracy.  It's a bone-stock Savage, with a flimsy tupperware stock and a pencil-thin barrel.  It weighs 8 lbs, loaded, with a scope and sling.  It shoots into about 1.5 inches with my indifferent bench technique and my wobbly bench.  One other attribute is that it is very ammo insensitive.  Whether I load 125 spitzers, 150 grain spitzers, or 165 grain spitzers, it shoots them all into that same circle.  I can post a 2" target at 100 yards and the rifle doesn't care what ammo you feed it, it shoots them all into that 2" circle.

But, hunting season starts Saturday, and I had a decision to make, so I went out to the bench and took down all the ammo.  It shows a decided preference for 150 grain Hornady SSTs, but I'm out of those at the moment.  It really likes 125 grain Sierra Gamekings, but I made that light-recoiling load for the grandkids.  It shoots 165 Gamekings into that 2" circle really well, and if I got out my calipers I'd probably find that it shoots them closer to 1.5" than it does to the 2" mark.

Finally, I said "What the hell" and grabbed a handful of those 165 Gamekings to put into the ammo cuff on the buttstock.  It's time to make a decision, and that decision is made.  At the ranges I'm hunting, I could probably use a good slug-shooting shotgun, or my old Thompson/Center Renegade.  I don't need fine benchrest accuracy; what I need is the knowledge that my rifle will put a well constructed bullet into that 9" fatal zone on a lightly constructed whitetail deer.  There's no sense obsessing about it.  This year it's the Ugly Rifle and 165 Gamekings.  If the deer cooperate, I know the rifle will do the job.  After that, I don't have anyone to blame but myself.

Pineville Goes Damp!

In the first alcohol referendum since 1981, the City of Pineville voters decided to allow restaurants to serve alcohol, and the voters spoke with a resounding volume.

That measure was a simple yes/no on whether to allow restaurants, and only restaurants, to sell alcoholic beverages. Previously, all alcohol sales were prohibited in the city.
The measure passed with 78.21 percent of the vote (1,849 votes, 515 against).

That simple measure was all that the voters were allowed to approve, but the nose of the camel is definitely under the tent.   Pineville isn't wet, but it's getting damp.

Pineville, LA is the largest incorportated area in the north part of Rapides Parish, and those wards are north of the Red River, which geographically divides the parish.  The demographics have changed in the north of Rapides parish since the early 1980s and I believe that the measure is long overdue.  The remaining parts of Wards 9, 10, and 11 are still dry, but I suspect that if the voters were given the opportunity to vote, the whole north of the river would go wet, totally wet, with both package sales, bars and lounges, and restaurant sales.  It's been 30 years since the voters were given a Yeah or Nay, and it might be time to revisit the proposition.

Let Freedom Ring.

Sunday Morning Dawg

The dog and the cat continue to hang out and play chase around the back yard.  The cat has gotten over being a "scaredy-cat" and allows Milady to scratch her.  I still can't get within ten feet of that cat, who will scurry under the deck when I try to get too close.

That's okay though.  As long as the cat is under the deck, the mice under there are going to be nervous, and I like it when the mice are nervous.

Chyron of the Day

If you don't know what a Chyron is, then don't feel alone.  I didn't know either until I Googled it, and it turns out that a chyron is the lower part of a graphic, used as a caption to the talking heads.  Hot Air highlights this one seen on Morning Joe.

Really?  How did the GOP flub the Obamacare launch?  No, dear readers, the horrible, terrible truly, very bad Obamacare launch is purely a Democratic, Obamanomic disaster.  The GOP is trying to repeal, delay or defund Obamacare, remember?  The only thing the GOP did is to give the media something else to talk about for two weeks.  If they had wanted to cover the Obamacare disaster, we wouldn't have stopped them.

Political Logos

From Doug, over at SondraK's

That's pretty good, and if you haven't seen the original clip, it's instructive to watch the bison knock over a NPS barricade.



We don't need no stinking barrycades.  I think the Tea Party should adopt that bison as a logo.

Government - Who Needs It?

Glenn Harlan Reynolds knocks it out of the park this morning with his article in USA Today.

With these lessons learned, here's my budget proposal: An across-the-board cut of 5% in every government department's budget line. (You can't convince me -- and you'll certainly have a hard time convincing voters -- that there's not 5% waste to be found in any government program.) Then a five-year freeze at that level. Likewise, a one-year moratorium on new regulations, followed by strict limits on new regulatory action: Perhaps a rule that all new business regulations won't have the force of law until approved by Congress.
This approach would drastically cut the deficit, and as the economy grew, our debt-to-GDP ratio would improve over time instead of steadily worsening. (And, with a guarantee of reduced spending and regulation, economic growth would probably also take off.)

I agree with Insty, and think that every good manager should be able to find 5% in his budget to draw down the deficit, and the debt.   But, Congress won't do it, because they're.... Congress.

At the Pawn Shop

Today, between work and work, I went into my favorite pawn shop looking for some bling for Milady to find under the Christmas tree.  After concluding my business at the bling counter (and I'm not saying whether I bought anything or not), I walked over to say Howdy to my favorite gun-counter guy.  We talked about business for a little bit, and I noticed a forlorn, almost lonely shotgun leaning against the back wall.  It seemed familiar so I asked about it.  A New England Firearms Partner shotgun in 20 gauge, with a modified choke barrel.

I've got lots of grandsons, and a nice, clean, single-shot 20 gauge might be just the ticket for chasing squirrels and bunnies.  I asked the counter guy how much.  He shrugged and said "$60.00?"

 I looked at him over my glasses.  "$60.00 out the door."  He turned and gave me a 4473.

Deuce Coupe

Seen in front of the office today, a 1932 Ford Coupe.  It's rough but it's mostly all there and the young man that is driving it is rebuilding it one paycheck at a time.

He's the son of one of the administrators, and he drove it in from Wisconsin this morning.  He says he's not going to chop it, but will fill the roof hole with plywood and upholstery, then get to work on the interior.

Oh, to tool down the road in a sweet Deuce Coupe

It's About Time

Purely local news, but it looks like our Rapides Parish Fair is finally moving from its old-time venue at the Coliseum to new digs south of town.

If all goes as planned, this fair will mark the end of a decades-long run at the Rapides Parish Coliseum. The plan is to move to a new location on Highway 71 South near Louisiana State University at Alexandria.

That's great news as the fair had outgrown the venue at the Coliseum.  Parking was a disaster, as the area around the fairgrounds has grown tremendously over the past decades and the Coliseum simply could not accommodate everyone who wanted to attend.  I quit going to the fair several years ago, simply because getting in and out was such a hassle.

Kudos to the committee that decided it was finally time to move.  The Parish Fair is a huge event, and we can only hope that with the move, it continues to grow and prosper.

Renewable Fuels

I keep hearing that the EPA is going to reduce the amount of ethanol that is blended into the nations gasoline supply.  I'm no fan of blended gasoline as I know the havoc it rains on small engines, especially those engines that aren't used ever week or so.  As a result of that havoc, I only use un-blended fuel (non ethanol) in my small engines.  We've got a couple of places locally that sell it at a very small premium and it's worth it to me to use real gasoline in my small engines.

I know a couple of things about ethanol, and it's hard to break out the facts from the bullshit, but as best I can tell, it takes 140 gallons of fuel to plow, plant, grow, and harvest an acre of corn.    That harvested acre of corn will produce about 328 gallons of ethanol for blending into our gasoline.  I don't know how much fuel it takes to convert the raw corn into ethanol and I've seen estimates going both ways, saying that producing ethanol is energy efficient, and I've seen estimates saying that producing ethanol requires more energy than it returns.

However, the one thing I need to know is that the ethanol producers are threatening to sue the EPA.  That speaks volumes to me.

Already, some ethanol groups are threatening to sue the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), which administers the fuel blending program, if it lowers its volume target.

As your basic Tea-Party American, I believe that the market will sort it out, and the government shouldn't be in the market at all.  Let the motorists decide.  If ethanol is a good deal, it will survive in the market.  If it's not a good idea, it will go the way that other not-good ideas went.  There's no reason that the government should be setting mandates for fuel blending.  The market will sort it out all by itself.

Get the government out of my fuel tank.  We became the greatest nation in the world without the EPA.  They're non-essential and should stay non-essential.

First, Make a Roux

I learned cajun cooking at the knee of my grandmother, Gretna Segura (her maiden name, she married a Scots-Irish named) Anderson.  She was born on Avery Island and spent most of her early years in New Iberia, before she immigrated to north Louisiana after she was married.  She didn't speak English until she went to grammar school, and her voice always had that peculiar, endearing french lilt that I find so attractive in a woman.  When I got into my teen years, I'd ask her how a particular dish was made, and she'd tell me, "First, make a roux."  It's the basis of lots of cajun dishes, and nowadays when someone asks me for  a recipe, I'm apt to channel Gretna and say, "First, make a roux."

A roux is nothing more than oil and flour, cooked on a stovetop in a heavy skillet or dutch oven.  I normally start with equal parts of oil and flour, and I'm apt to add a little minced garlic for flavor.  Let the oil get hot, then stir in the flour.  You might need to add a little more flour, or a little more oil.  What you want is a thick liquid, not quite a paste.  The flour is suspended in the oil and as it touches the bottom of the skillet, it turns brown slowly.  I cook over a medium fire, and if I want to slow down the cooking I'll reduce the heat.  A good roux is only learned through practice, and I've thrown out rouxs that just weren't quite right.  The secret to roux is stirring it, using a flat implement to constantly scrape the bottom of the skillet so that nothing sticks.  You've got to keep that roux moving, stirring constantly, slowly, until all those little flour granules get uniformly brown.  One of the supreme truths to making a roux is  if you turn your back on it, it will burn.  You cannot watch TV, or check on the baby, or talk on the telephone when you're making a roux.  You're totally engaged while making the roux, and you'd better pay attention, or you'll be pouring the whole thing in the dog's dish.

I like a dark, rich roux, so this morning after my coffee, I got out a skillet and began the task of making the roux that will flavor the gumbo I'm making for lunch.  Like Gretna taught me, I stirred, and stirred and stirred.  Once the roux got to the color I wanted, I took it off the heat, and kept stirring for another five minutes while it cooled.

That's a 12-inch skillet and you can see my roux paddle on the left side of the picture.  I started with a cup oil, a cup of flour and about a tablespoon of minced garlic.  In another hour I'll go to the store and get the rest of the ingredients.  I'm making a basic chicken and sausage gumbo and I'll feed the kids and grandkids for lunch.  That roux will make a big pot of gumbo and with my bunch I'm always concerned that the pot might not be big enough.

Bon apetite.

Sunday Morning Dawg

Last week was a busy one, with moving one son and helping others.  There are times when I wonder what is going to happen next, and the dog is never sure who is going to walk in the door, or what we'll wind up doing next.

Keep your guard up, pup!  We never know what's liable to happen around this place.  Maybe this week will be calmer than last week.

Flat-Rocking

Watching the LSU-Florida game, I heard a rumbling outside, and went to look.  Just Damn, it's flat-rocking outside.  Looking at Accuwather, it looks like a cold front is moving though, and there's lots of pretty colors on the weather radar map.

Flat-rocking is a term from my time in the cattle business, and means that it's raining really, really hard.  Like a cow peeing on a flat rock.  I guess Milady and I will hunker-down and watch the rain tonite.

Just Like Home

Elections in Louisiana are fun, and we've had our share of scoundrels, scandals, and hanky-panky.  However, the guys in Azerbaijan are making us look like pikers.  They've released the election results before the polls even opened.  Really!

Even still, one expects a certain ritual in these sorts of authoritarian elections, a fealty to at least the appearance of democracy, if not democracy itself. So it was a bit awkward when Azerbaijan's election authorities released vote results – a full day before voting had even started.
The vote counts – spoiler alert: Aliyev was shown as winning by a landslide – were pushed out on an official smartphone app run by the Central Election Commission. It showed Aliyev as "winning" with 72.76 percent of the vote. That's on track with his official vote counts in previous elections: he won ("won"?) 76.84 percent of the vote in 2003 and 87 percent in 2008.

Releasing the results before the polls open!  Brilliant!  Why didn't we think of that?

Bowl of the Red

Today is the first cool day of the season, and the weather weenies are telling us that the temps will be under 50 degrees this evening.  As such, I had a hankering for a bowl of chili, so I stopped on the way home, picked up a couple of pounds of good ground chuck, some onions and peppers, and some tomato juice.

We'll let that simmer for another half-hour to blend the flavors and give them depth.  Then break out the saltine crackers and have a bowl.

I'm loving this cool weather.  I may be forced to make a gumbo later this week.

Cool Front

Last night, we got our first cool front of the season, and truthfully, it feels like October should feel.  Milady and I were busy in Jena, LA yesterday with her family, and in our sloth got up too late to get to church this morning.  I'm sure that the congregation will understand.  But, I'm reveling in this weather and I'm sure that the squirrel hunters are loving it too.  That light rain probably did wonders for the forest floor this morning and the cool temps should have the woods-rats moving about.  The only problem would be the light breeze which isn't optimal for seeing squirrels in trees still holding foliage, which in Louisiana is all of the trees.  Our leaves haven't begun turning yet and won't for another several weeks.

From the forecast, the temperature will dip a little more tonight, to a low of 49F.  While I'm sure that we'll have more warm days, I might be well advised to drag out the jackets and make sure that they're presentable.  I'm looking forward to cooler weather.

Sunday Morning Dawg

The dog and the little stray cat have made friends and they play in the backyard every morning and evening.  When the dog is tired, he'll come lay on the concrete and the cat stays near him, but won't let us touch her.

The cat is curious, but if we reach to touch her, she scurries off.  Milady says that Beau has a pet cat, and so far, that's as close as we've come to her.

Fries With That

Milady and I are in Jena this afternoon, at a town homecoming celebration that they call Howdy Neighbor Day.  Milady was born and raised in LaSalle Parish and graduated from Jena High School.  Tobinight, Percy Sledge is heading the entertainment, and I'd like to listen to some music.

In the meantime, I've posted this light-hearted jab at our friends on the other end of the political spectrum.

Y'all enjoy your Saturday.

Out of the Woods

I went out to the deer lease this morning to look around and do battle with red wasps.  When I opened the door of the stand, there were six big nests inside the box stand, and I gave them something to think about with a dose of Wasp & Hornet spray, then two big foggers in the stand.  I'll go back next week and see if they've decided to vacate.

Then I drove around to my feeder and filled it with corn and put fresh batteries in the timer.  Looking back toward my stand, I took a picture to evaluate my camoflage.  This photo is taken from the shooting lane and is 110 yards from the stand, which is in the middle of the photo.

Can you see the stand?  It's way down there in the sunny spot.  Of course, you can click the picture for a better look,  but I'll zoom it for you just a bit.

If you look closely at the center of the photo you can see two square eyes.  Those are shooting windows and I'm not happy that we can see them.  I'll have to add some camo to break up those square corners.  One more picture and you'll see what I mean, but the photo is starting to break down at this magnification.

It's not bad, but it's not great.  I need to do something to break up that outline.  Square corners are a bad idea in a woodland environment.  It screams Man-Made and though that stand has been there for four years, and the deer are used to it, every little edge I can use is one I'll use.  I have some ideas to break up that outline and we'll be looking at those ideas in the next couple of weeks.

Hunting Season

Hunting season opens with a whimper hereabouts, gradually settling in over several months.  Dove season opened Labor Day at noon, the traditional opening of the hunting season.  Archery season for deer opened in my area last week, and today is the opening day of squirrel season.  The duck hunters have had one split of teal season and they're working on blinds getting ready for the opening of big duck season.

Squirrel season opens this morning, statewide.  It will remain open until February 28th.

Deer season opens for the regular gun season at various times in various areas.  Locally, the regular gun season opens November 16 in Area 1, but it opens where I hunt in Area 2 on October 26th.

I'm not squirrel hunting this morning, but I am going to the lease.  It's way past time to start prepping my deer stand and I haven't been out there since I injured my foot last January.  I'll probably need to do battle with red wasps in my deer stand, but modern chemistry has given me an upper hand.

I'm heading to the woods.  Y'all enjoy your Saturday.

Piracy and Protests

I've been a fan of Richard Fernandez for a long time, since he wrote under the nom de plume Wretchard at the Belmont Club.  He now writes a regular column for PJMedia, and this week's offering is a good one.  In it, he talks about Tom Clancy who  recently died, and also about the Greenpeace pirates.  He ties together with the force that once held the reins to normalcy on the seas, the US Navy.

The price of stage protest is the “understanding”. The acceptance of the unstated limits imposed by those who don’t kid around. What many activists really do, though they may not comprehend it, though they may deny it, is to abet the very forces which left unchecked would destroy them.
Ironically the courage of Greenpeace is subsidized by the valor of those they detest. For the stage pirates can only go through their steps while the real pirates are at bay; and their right to prattle about fascism is only possible while the real fascists are kept at arm’s length by those they will never thank, whose existence they will never acknowledge.
Tom Clancy’s greatest contribution was to uncover the physical basis of our liberty, to sing the song of the rock that civilization ultimately stood on. And for a brief period of lucidity right around the time of the fall of the Berlin Wall, it actually became cooler to captain an SSN than be Che Guevara. We’ve forgotten that now.

As they say on the internets, go read the whole thing.

Harry Reid Hates Sick Kids

When asked today if he would support a funding measure that allowed funding for kids with cancer, Harry Reid, the Majority Leader of the Senate, declined to do so.

Via the Free Beacon, what’s the most amazing thing about this? That Reid gets a variation of the “why do you hate children?” question that’s typically reserved for Republicans? Or that he actually responds, when asked if he’ll agree to the House’s new bill to fund NIH in the name of keeping clinical trials for kids with cancer up and running, “Why would we want to do that?”

And that's all you need to know about Harry Reid.  If it doesn't suit his political purposes, he's against it.   Harry Reid is one reason that I adopted the post label "Godless Democrats"  He's a soulless, small-minded, un-serious person.  He's despicable, and we still don't have a full answer concerning his pederasty.

GOP Anarchists and the Budget

Nick Gilleipie talks about the GOP proposal to enact a number of small funding bills to essential functions of the government.  It's not a bad idea.

But in a Washington where 95 percent of Department of Education employees were sent home today because they are "non-essential," I'd think twice about simply moving to restore pre-shutdown funding to the government. It would be nice to dust off actual budget proposals and start talking about what the government should do and how much (or how much little) it should spend in pursuit of those goals.

If they're non-essential, then they are not essential to the function of government.  Perhaps we should dust off the budget and have a national conversation about what is necessary and what is not necessary.

The Slimdown

We're a day into the shutdown, and it doesn't appear to be a shutdown at all.  Investor's Business Daily covers some of what is happening.

A Sept. 26 letter from the assistant to the president for management and administration to the director of the Office of Management and Budget (couldn’t those jobs be merged?) comically outlines the shutdown plan.
“Approximately 436 employees will be designated as excepted or exempt to perform excepted functions,” the manager of the White House budget tells the manager of the executive branch budget. “The remaining 1,265 will be placed in furlough status once they have concluded activities necessary to shut down their offices.”
Activities like what? Turning off the lights?
The Executive Office of the President “has carefully reviewed its personnel needs … to ensure that the mission … is carried out without significant interruption.”
But the letter says during the shutdown it’ll take 12 taxpayer-paid employees “to support the vice president in the discharge of his constitutional duties.” Call them the dirty dozen, since they take care of what Vice President John Nance Garner called “a bucket of warm spit.”
What do these 12 absolutely essential non-Secret Service vice-presidential staff do, guarantee that Joe Biden doesn’t make a gaffe during the shutdown?

As Instapundit says, go read the whole thing.  But, I have trouble believing that the whole government is in trouble.  Non-essential personnel are, by definition, non-essential.  There's plenty of fat to cut, and the government needs to slim down.

Let's start with a 5% budget cut.  Not a 5% reduction in the increase, but an actual 5% budget cut, across the board and reduce the budget by 5% per year until the budget is balanced.  Then, freeze spending for five years to pay down the debt.

Jambalaya

Jambalaya is a fairly easy recipe, and I've cooked tons of it over my lifetime.  Like any good cajun dish, it's fast, simple, and feeds a lot of bellies.  Tonight, a pictoral on how to cook cajun jambalaya.  I'll caution you, though that there are as many recipes as there are cooks.  You can add a brown gravy and make a brown jambalaya, you can add a tomato liquid and make a red jambalaya.  You can add chicken broth and make a white jambalaya.  Mine is white.

Ingredients

1 chicken, cooked and deboned.  (I used a rotisserie chicken from the local grocery)
1 medium onion, chopped.
2 nice bell peppers, chopped.
1 lb good smoked sausage
1 can Rotel tomatoes
1 can (14.5 oz) chicken broth
Water.

Chop your veggies and debone the chicken.  Cut your sausage into slices.  Take out a cast iron pot, add a little vegetable oil and sautee the onions, bell pepper, and sausage until the onion and bell pepper are tender.

Onions, bell peppers and sausage sauteeing in the large black iron pot.

When the veggies are tender, add the chicken and sautee for a few minutes.

Chicken in the pot.  That's looking good, we'll stir it every few minutes and open a cold beer.

Next, open that can of Rotel tomatoes.  Pour it in the pot, with all the juice.

Rotel tomatoes in the pot.  That's looking good, and those onions, pepper, sausage and chicken are still cooking.  The kitchen is starting to smell wonderful.  Now we'll add the rice.

Two cups of rice.  Stir that in, and we'll open the chicken broth.

We've added the can of chicken broth and just enough water so that the rice has enough liquid to get tender.
Now, we'll put that in a 350 oven for about 30 minutes.  In the meantime we'll open another beer and go see how Milady's day went.  In a half-hour, or when the liquid is absorbed and the rice is tender, we'll pull it out of the oven.

Here's what it looks like out of the oven.  Chicken and sausage jambalaya.  It's what's for supper.

Shutdown!

The news today is All Shutdown, All The Time, and everyone is in a tizzy over the possibility that the Fed.gov might be in a panic tomorrow.

I don't care what they do about ObamaCare as long as it doesn't hurt Republican chances in the next election cycle.  I can see that Harry Reid is being intransigent and has no interest in negotiating.  The House gets a deal passed, then Harry nixes it.  Whatever.  We're in political brinksmanship and while I don't trust the Democrats, the Republicans aren't covering themselves in glory either.  The president has said that he'll veto anything that damages ObamaCare, and Harry is carrying his water so that he doesn't have to veto anything.  It's almost like you can see the string

We're screwed, hopelessly screwed, and at this point, having the government shut down seems more like a feature than a bug.  Why the Democrats ever appointed Harry Reid as Majority Leader is beyond me, but I have to admit that he's sure been earning his pay lately.  The man is very good at promoting the Democratic agenda.  So, if Harry isn't willing to negotiate, let it shut down.

The Turkey Shoot

Some pictures from the Turkey Shoot we had at the church on Saturday.

Church member Dusty, helping his daughter with an H&R .410 shotgun

Grandson Quinto posting targets downrange

The scoring crew sharing a laugh.

Grandson Zachary waiting his turn to to shoot.  He won first place in the youth division.

Milady herself lining up with her Stevens .410 pump shotgun.  Her father bought that for her when she was a young'um and she's proud of that shotgun.

We had a great time, made some money for the Mission Fund, and had a wonderful fellowship.  We wish y'all had been there.  You'll notice in the pictures above, everyone is wearing hearing protection.  PawPaw buys a lot of earplugs.

Rainy Days and Good Meals.

It started raining this morning during church services and has rained sporadically all day long.  just a slow, soaking drizzle, but that's what we need.  Milady has been craving a beef stew and today seemed a perfect time to make one.  She actually started it last night, putting the stew meat into a slow cooker with brown gravy to simmer all night.  This morning, she put it in a larger pot on the stove and added carrots, potatoes, and seasonings.

After church we made a pot of rice and served our normal Sunday crowd for lunch.  The stew was a hit on a cool, damp day and I'm not burdened by leftovers.  Milady made brown-and-serve rolls to go with the stew and I believe one of the grandsons took the last roll and "sopped" the pot.  Clean up was easy.

I've been a fan of one pot meals all my life.  Soups, stews, gumbos are favorites, as are other recipes that stand alone, like jambalaya, a rice dish that stands alone.  Most jambalaya recipes call for shrimp, but that's not necessary.  My favorite is cottontail rabbit and sausage, a game dish that stands up well..

Here in Louisiana we have a dish we call Dirty Rice, which can be served as a side dish, or an entree.  Heck, it's easy, so I may as well give you the recipe.  One caveat.  I never talk about salt and pepper.  If you think you need salt and pepper, add some.

Dirty Rice

1 lb hamburger meat
1 lb bulk breakfast sausage
1 onion
1 bell pepper
1 stick of celery
1 box of chicken stock
3 cups uncooked white rice.

Prep

Preheat oven to 350F
Chop onion, bell pepper, and celery
In a large black pot, brown the hamburger and the sausage. add the vegetables and cook until the onion is tender.  Drain the meat/veggie mixture.
Return meat/veggie mixture to the black pot.
Add chicken stock and rice.
Add water until the liquid covers everything, plus a little, put a lid on the pot and put it in the pre-heated oven.
Cook until the liquid is absorbed and the rice is tender. About 45 minutes.

My recipe will serve eight or nine hungry folks, more people if you make a nice salad and some garlic bread.

Bon apetit.

Sunday Morning Dawg

We spent much of yesterday watching football, primarily the LSU-UGA game. (Which LSU lost in the last two minutes.) The dog lay on the floor beside us, watching TV with us.

.I don't know how he sees that all that hair in his face, but my Daddy couldn't understand how I could see with all that hair in my face.  I guess it's about time to get the dog clipped.

Cleaning the Wallet

I just spent a few minutes cleaning out my wallet.  It's amazing how much stuff winds up in the bit of cowhide a man carries in his pocket.  I bet I took a half-inch off the size of that thing.

I'm about to load the truck with all the plunder that I'll need to hold the Turkey Shoot at the church.  We begin promptly at 1:00 local.  If anyone is in the area, come by and take a chance to win a turkey.  You don't even need a shotgun, I'll have loaners there for anyone's use.  All benefits to help our Mission Fund.

Cactus Pete and Lefty

Having a Friday afternoon cocktail with Milady, she reminded me of Ray Stevens song, Cactus Pete and Lefty.



"Calm down, ain't no church mice.  Just talking about church mice."

That boy ain't got no sense.

The Drinking Age

Instapundit links to an article over at College Insurrection, where a Yale student argues that the federal 21 year-old drinking age should be lowered.

I was one of the young students who first marched, signed petitions, and generally raised hell to get the voting age, and the drinking age lowered to 18.  Members of our generation thought that if we could be drafted and sent to Vietnam, then we should be able to vote, enter into contracts, and get a beer at the local bar.  I still feel that way, and think that the current 21 year age is a grave disservice to our young men and women.

Insty says: 

I strongly recommend that the GOP get behind defederalizing the drinking age. Not only is it the right thing to do — the federal 21-year-old drinking age was a dumb idea of Liddy Dole’s and never should have been enacted into law — but it would help them with the youth vote. Seems like a natural issue for, say, Rand Paul, but any of the new Tea Party crowd in the Senate could run with this.

I recommend that all the 18-20 crowd run with this.  Call your Congress-critters, raise hell, write letters and sign petitions.  Let your voices be heard.

Exactly

Day by Day is a daily read, and today, he makes the point that chivalry is a credo that required as much from women as from men.

If you want to be treated like a lady, act like a lady.  Chivalrous men will respond in kind.  It's a point that Instapundit makes frequently, and it's one that I stress in all my relationships.

Chivalry isn't about opening doors.

Farmer's Sucks

Yeah, Farmer's Insurance.

I've been a Farmer's customer for many years, with both auto and homeowner's policies.  Never made a claim that I can recall, but nonetheless, Farmer's decided to quit doing business in the state of Louisiana, and sometime this spring told me that my policies would not be renewed.  So, I went looking for insurance and found auto insurance with another national carrier.  Got it done, then told Farmer's that we were through.  Went through their paperwork drill, and thought that was that.

Not so fast, slick.  Farmer's is just getting started.  I got a bill, laughed and threw it away.  They told me they wouldn't renew, so I didn't owe them anything.  Then I GOT A REFUND CHECK from them, in about the same amount as the bill that I discarded.  Then, about two weeks later, I got a notice from a collection agency.  So, I called the nice lady at Farmer's.  She told me she'd check and she did and told me that I had not two, but four policies with Farmer's and that I had only cancelled the one, and that I still owed them money on the others.  So, I reminded her that I had cancelled all my auto insurance, and that I only had homeowners, which is set to expire on September 27th.  Then the nice lady told me that I could either pay the money or sue the company.

Nice way to deal with people, and the money they wanted was a piddling amount, so I sent Farmer's a check, and wrote an amusing letter to management where I used phrases like "fresh hell" and "REFUND CHECK".  I got a nice emal from the company telling me that my concerns had been forwarded to an accounts specialist and that they'd be looking into it.

Imagine my amusement when I opened the mail earlier this week and found another bill from Farmer's.  It seems that when they cancelled my auto policies, I no longer qualified for a multi-policy discount, because I now only had one policy with them.  They threatened to send me to a collection agency, and I wrote them another check for about $55.00 and mailed it with another amusing letter, using words like cold-hearted and 'penny pinching".  Hopefully, they'll get the idea.

We love Farmers, dumb, dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.



Talk to Farmer's and cancel them.  They're a horrible outfit.

Two Muslim Outrages

That's the title of an article by John Hinderaker, over at Power Line.  In the wake of the two recent outrages this week, the killing of Christians in both Kenya and Pakistan, I'm inclined to agree with those that say Islam is not so much a religion as a violent, backwards political movement.

Based on bitter experience, I would say that the mass murder of random innocents is the essence of the “teachings of Islam.” We have seen such mass murder over and over, more times than we can count. Does Islam have something to offer other than crazed, sadistic violence, committed to perpetuate the crudest forms of ignorance? If so, I haven’t seen it. Whether we talk about Africa (Nairobi), Asia (Peshawar) or any place else, the fruit of Islam appears to be the same.

Indeed.  Whether the Muhametan community likes it or not, their religion is associated with terror killings, brutality against women,  the murder of innocents, and savage suppression of political and intellectual thought.  That is the fruit of Islam.

Roger Simon believes that the Muslim world needs an intervention, and I'm inclined to agree with him.

Of course these mass murdering terror attacks were perpetrated by Sunnis, not Iranian Shiites, but most of the American public doesn’t know the difference.  And those of us who do are only reminded these killings are just the latest in a long and sadly predictable history of such events, Sunni and Shiite, during which, according to one website, a staggering 21269 deadly attacks have been undertaken by Islamic terrorists since  September 11, 2001.

And, as we all know, most of those 21,000 terror attacks had multiple victims.  Many of them had multiple dozens of victims.

 Of course, just by raising that question you are accused of Islamophobia, an absurd almost self-contradictory term, which always applies better to those using it. They are the ones who are phobic about Islam because they are the ones who are fearful (actually terrified) of what Islamic people will do if told the truth.

That's the truth of the matter.  Islam itself should be regarded by thinking peoples as backward, repulsive, and despicable.  The killing of innocents should not be celebrated in any civilized society.  Islam is a scourge on the land, and its adherents should be ashamed to claim it.

Sunday Morning Dawg

A week or so ago, Milady and I noticed a meowing in the back yard when we were sitting on the patio.  After a day or so, we spotted a small gray cat, a kitten, moving about the back yard.  It seems to be living under the deck, and God only knows how it got there.  The little critter is as wild as a March Hare, and won't tolerate us getting too close, but Milady put out some kitty-chow so that it wouldn't starve to death, and the dog has a water bowl in the back yard.

That cat is driving the dog crazy.  The dog wants to play and the cat is having none of it.  Still, the dog is persistent and is going nuts trying to get that cat to play.

He knows that cat is under the deck, and can't fathom why it won't come out and play.  I'm not a cat person, and that deck is accessible to the side yard if you're kitten sized.  The ground slopes right there, and the other side of that fence is fully 10 inches off the ground.  The kitten could go about his business, but it prefers to hang out under the deck.

He can see the cat, but he can't get to it.  It's fairly amusing, watching him watch the cat.

The kitten finally came out so that we could get a picture.

He slipped out while the dog was under the other end of the deck.  The cat likes drinking from the dog's frisbee.

Rainy Saturday

We finally got a good rainfall last night, and the weather weenies tell us that we have a chance of rain today.  Milady is off on a family trip, and it's the dog and I here today, all alone with no adult supervision.  Because it's rainy, wet, outside, I've got rifle brass tumbling in the garage, and a quick review of the dog's coat reveals that he needs a bath.  Badly.  Guess what's in store for the dog shortly?

If the past experience is any indicator of future performance, I'll need a shower after I've given the dog a bath.  Then, I'll take the brass out of the media and load some .25-06 with hunting ammo.  We've got four of those rifles in the family and I'll bet that someone will need it before the month is out.

LSU plays Auburn tonite at 7:45 on ESPN.  That's where I'll be this evening.

UPDATE:  Quick video shot after the dog's bath.  He always freaks out after a bath.



He'll get over it soon enough.  Now, I have to clean that bathroom.  Gawd, he was nasty.

Friday Nite

Came in from work today, and SuddenLink was down.  No TV, no intertubes.  So, I called and reported an outage.  They told me "technicians" were working on it.

I know what the problem was without them telling me.  We had that big front come through today, it brought wind and much needed rain.  Of course, Suddenlink cheaps out on paying trimming crews, so anytime the wind blows, Suddenlink has outages.  I mean, c'mon.  This is Louisiana.  It rains in Louisiana.  The wind blows.  This isn't anything new.

I'm right in the middle of that map and it looks like we're in for more weather.  But, the TV is on now, and the intertubes seem to be working.

Suddenlink sucks, plain and simple.  On a rainy Friday afternoon, having a service outage is totally unacceptable.  Trim the limbs when the sun is shining and they won't fall on your lines when the wind is blowing.  It's pretty simple, but these bozos can't figure it out.

Plumbing

The things we do for our kids.  However, during the installation, we shot water out of the bathroom into the bedroom.  They've got good pressure in that house.  It's all fixed now, but she's got some mopping to do.

I don't feel sorry for her.  After the clean-up, she can take a hot shower.  After this drink, I'm going to take a hot shower.

Hump Day!

I'm glad it's over.  Nothing big or scary, but the whole day was busy.  From get-up till gone, I was fully engaged.



After a fun-filled day of law-enforcement and helping a daughter-in-law with a flat tire, Milady and I went to get chicken fajitas and now I'm home relaxing with a stiff drink.

Tomorrow after work, I get to help a family member with plumbing.  I'm almost certain I'll need a drink after that.

Hoist the Pirate Flag

Busy today, in an hour between work, and work.

So, go read Sarah Hoyt, When Men Hoist the Pirate Flag.

Chivalry and the code thereof was the laying down of those good reproductive (and civilizational) rules that make for a functioning society that passes on its values to its young: men who put their strength at the service of the weaker; women who praised them and admired them for it; and children who were raised to do the same.

Chivalry was a code of conduct between men and women, and required as much from women as it did from men.  It wasn't about holding doors open.

Navy Yard

There's been a shooting at the Navy Yard in Washington DC, and all the news is covering it.  At the time I post this, thirteen are dead.

I will note, for the record, that it is illegal to own a standard capacity magazine in Washington DC, so the guy must have been shooting a low capacity firearm, and I believe that it is illegal to own a standard AR15 in Washington, so the guy must have been using a lever rifle.  Or something.  Because all that other stuff is illegal.  There should be a lesson there, but I doubt anyone will learn it.  That stuff is already illegal, but I'll bet that someone tries to make it illegal-er.

My prayers of course, for the victims, especially for the police officers who were injured.

Luke Scooting

Like most grandparents, we've got lots of toys for the grandkids to play on.  Lucas gravitated to a little scooter, and it looks like he's figured it out.



That's what it's all about.  And why I named this blog PawPaw's House.

Sunday Morning Dawg

We've got grandkids this weekend, so when I was shopping on Friday, I picked up some breakfast stuff so that the young'uns wouldn't starve to death while they were here.  I was in Sam's Club and I spotted something that looked mighty tasty.  Mrs. Freshley's Jumbo Honey Buns.  I picked up a box and brought them home.

Young Zach decided that they looked pretty tasty as well, so he decided to sample one.  The dog thought that something might hit the ground, so he attended the eating.  Unfortunately, Zach ate the whole thing.

Too bad, pup.  There's still kibble in your bowl.  Zach didn't think that the dog needed any honeybun.

Saturday Chores

It's Saturday around PawPaw's House and there's not a lot going on. No real plans for the weekend, or more accurately, nothing that requires me to do much of anything.  Tonight is our bi-weekly family gathering, and I figure that about 26 people are going to show up here at dinner time.  Maybe 30, so we'll plan for thirty.

Many folks would cringe at having 30 people show up for supper, but every one of those folks is family, either in-laws or out-laws or sometimes both.  We have this get-together on a bi-weekly basis, and we rotate the venue.  Sometimes it's here, sometimes it's there.  Before everyone leaves tonight, someone will volunteer to do the next one, so it only comes around every couple of months to my house.

Everyone brings something, and we coordinate that, but the host is always on the hook for the main meat dish.  For tonite, Milady chose Pulled Pork, which is easy, simple, and feeds a crowd.  Some of the other family is on the hook for 'tater salad, beans, and dessert.  When I arose this morning, I put two big pork butts in the roasters and the kitchen is redolent with the aroma of roasting pig.  I've got to run to town in a few minutes to replenish the beer locker, and I need to pick up a little barbeque sauce.

Who knows?  I may get a nap this afternoon before the festivities.

On Education

I was reading my buddy, Eaton Rapids Joe, and he has a fairly good post on education.  I don't know if he's an educator, and I'm damned sure not, but while discussing education, he made an observation about teacher evaluations as relates to the practice of tying student performance to teacher retention.

There would also be the temptation to disown those kids.  Those kids are a threat to your livelihood, so there would be a temptation to run those kids down the discipline gang-plank and out of the school.

Again, I'm no educator, but I've worked in a high school for ten years, and I can tell you that there are several subsets of students we're talking about here.  First, and most interesting is that subset of kids who are so smart, so driven, and so dynamic that school bores them.  Think Thomas Edison, or Bill Gates in sneakers.  Those kids are going to excel regardless of what might happen, and by the time they're a junior in high school, they're bored.  The smart ones simply go through the routine and graduate because they know that a high school diploma is a good thing to have.  Fortunately, those kids are very rare.  In ten years, I've met four of them.  They're all doing well, they're all educated and credentialed, and they'll be a success no matter where they go.

There is another subset of kids, on the other end of the spectrum, who resist education at all costs.  They come to school in the morning to eat breakfast and hang out with their friends.  They don't care at all about education, or school.  They don't do homework, they don't complete projects, they don't do anything.  In fact, they actively resist education.  It is altogether fitting and proper that we send these kids packing.  In most cases, those kids have parents who also resisted education.  And note, I'm not talking any particular race, they run the spectrum of skin color.  Think Al Capone, or Tony Spilotro.  They think they're smart, they have some native intelligence, and they're perfectly capable of either doing the work, they simply would rather disrupt the school.  Often they're involved in petty crime, stealing from other students, skipping class, or simply showing up and sitting in the back of the class not doing anything.

That subset of kids is the one that causes the problems in a school, and every high school would be better off if they expelled those kids early and often.  They represent about 5% of the population of any high school and should be identified early.  If you give them enough latitude, they'll identify themselves.  If a school administrator is smart, those kids will be gone quickly.  There's no sense spending resources on bad projects.  I expect an administrator to be able to identify bad prospects and not waste my tax money on them.  The career path they've chosen is to be a field hand in a state prison, and it's only a matter of time before they achieve their dream.

Voter Suppression

Voters in Colorado recently went to the polls, and ousted two Democratic lawmakers who wouldn't listen to their constituents.  That's the way it works.  You didn't listen and you got recalled.  Too bad, so sad.

So, what are the Democrats blaming the defeat on?  Voter suppression.  The voters didn't know where to vote, they couldn't vote by mail, the districts had been redrawn, it was just one confusing mess.  Hot Air covers it all



It's all voter suppression, all the time.  I have just one question for Ms. Giron that talks exactly to voter suppression.  Since 2010, the Democrats have been the dominant party in Colorado.  If the voters were suppressed, if mail-in votes weren't accepted, if folks didn't know where to go vote, who's fault  is that?  It seems to me that the Democrats were running the state, and the voters were confused.  It looks to me like the mass confusion was the Democrats fault.

Look, Ms. Giron.  You lost, plainly, simply, and fairly.  And, you were beaten by amateurs.  Get over it and realize that you're just the first Democrat fired during this election cycle.