Sunday, October 28, 2007

Off to the Bunkhouse


Some friends from North Carolina will arrive today for a hunting expedition. His Lordship and The Commander will be hosting the group in Marmath, North Dakota. The group will be staying at the railroad bunkhouse. Marmath is a very interesting old railroad town. Marmath host dinosaur digs in the summer, and many of the participants stay at the bunkhouse. One fact I found while visiting was that there was a large Japanese community. I always thought the Chinese built the railroad, but the Japanese must have helped in North Dakota. As usual we will be in for some fine dining. The Pass Time Bar in Marmath is famous for the expert chef, and on Tuesday evening we will be having prime rib at the Jacobson Mansion. Life is good.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Introduction to Jesus


If there is such a thing as a Quinn family church, this is it. I did not last long as a good Christian, and I think this church was the start of my decline. My earliest memory was about the age of five. I wanted no part of Sunday school, and tried to leave. They locked me in the room so I could not get out. Ever since that day I have not been a very good student of the Bible. As time went on someone was always trying to con me into returning, but I never did. Our grade school was just across the street from this church, and we were sent over there every Wednesday for a dose of God. The Supreme Court would have gone nuts with separation of church and state if they knew what was gong on. There was a reasonable Jewish community in our neighborhood, and the Jews wanted nothing to do with the Presbyterian Church, so the Jews, and other heathens stayed back at school when the rest of us were being indoctrinated. There were many times I just stayed back at the fort with the Jews, perhaps that is how I ended up marrying a nice little Jewish girl from Richmond.

My Apartment




I have lived in several nice homes during my life. This morning I was surfing the net, and came across this picture of a place I once lived in my home town.The pictures were taken about 1889. Around 1890, Wheeling, West Virginia was the wealthiest city in the United States. Very elaborate homes were all over the place. After I graduated from college I decided I needed an apartment, so I contacted an elderly lady who had divided this mansion up into apartments. The picture above must have been take before the place was fully landscaped. The original owner had statues, and many other artful items in a formal garden in front of the house. The part of the building I lived in had a strange history. Behind the building you see was another entire building that did not fit the design of the front at all. Apparently the husband got mad at the wife and had a separate addition built for himself. The addition was as large as the original house. The elderly lady who was my landlord was a kind old person. She lived entirely in the living room. The living room was so large that she used office room dividers to make various living quarters for herself. I don't know how she came to own the place, but it was strange that she was so destitute that she had to rent out the house, but the house still had to be worth a fortune. The staircase sticks in my memory because it was so elaborate. The steps were about ten feet wide with fine woodwork on both sides. At the landing there was a stained Tiffany Glass skylight that must have been worth a fortune. The skylight was probably fifteen feet by twelve feet across. When this home was built, most of the material was brought from Italy. There was a great deal of marble and fine wood. Since the home sits high on a hill, an inclined rail system was built to get the material up the hill. I would love to have seen my home town in its time of glory. Wheeling was at one time the jumping off point for the West. The people who supplied the travelers going west made fortunes. Two other things helped Wheeling at the time. Wheeling was the western terminus for the first major government highway in this country, The National Road. The second important transportation system was rail. The B & O Railroad terminated at Wheeling. To add more you had the Ohio River. It all came together to make an ideal business setting. As St. Louis became the new western hub Wheeling slowly declined and the big homes could no longer sustain themselves. The number of these mansions was amazing, and they were in various parts of the town. I cannot recall visiting another town with such a population of these marble palaces. Growing up I assumed every town was like this, but have come to realize very few actually are. At the time most of these homes were going full bore, they each had a tennis court, many had swimming pools, gold fish ponds, and separate carriage houses for the servants. All the big homes and many of the smaller nice homes had old fashioned intercoms. There was a system of pipes you could speak into like they did on the old ships. As a child I remember seeing these strange gizmos. Visiting these big old homes was a lot of fun because they had all kinds of secretive little areas in the attics and under the steps. The attics were always amazing, because they often were the servants quarters. Most of the attics were nicely finished and had as much living space as most homes do today. I would guess that even up until the depression about twenty percent or more of the homes in Wheeling had live in servants. At one point when we were growing up the family across the street moved into one of these old marble mansions. As kids we were amazed they had an old brass elevator that took them from floor o floor. The stairway to the second floor was a curved marble affair that had no support underneath. It must have been an engineering feat for its time. The real mansions of that time made todays McMansions look Micky Mouse.
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Friday, October 26, 2007

Professional Fat Guy


According to Mrs. Kadizzle, Lord Kadizzle is a fat guy. Reluctantly his lordship must admit there could be a surplus of chicken meat around his equator. However, there are amature fat guys, and there are professionals. The amature got fat eating cheeseburgers, and ice cream. On the other hand a professional fat guy gets his bulk from the best possible sources. The key to going pro is a good cadre of cooks who also happen to be friends. This is where his lordship pulls away from your run of the mill fat slob. Last night the Kadizzles had a nice meal with the strange Strawberry Hill cult, which has several outstanding cooks. They are in the Kill a Liberal with Kindness program. It is a secretive organization that supplies liberals with too much drink, and food, which ultimately causes them to explode. It is a devious patient group.

The second key to being a professional fat guy is sponsoring a cooking contest. Locally the good cooks all strive to win the Kadizzle. The Kadizzle is a traveling trophy given each year to the best cooks in the county. It is a clogged arty cast in bronze. Of course there are several categories. The prime rib award is essential. Next you have the deserts, and of course the pasta. Then there is the overall award. One key rule in the contest is that the cook has to cook the same meal or something similar twice. For example: Lord Kadizzle might go to someone's house and have an excellent meal, but it could have been a fluke. Would it be right to accept this entry? No. So the cook within six months must make the same meal again. If it is as good as the first it can be submitted. This is only fair. Having plenty of categories is essential, this assures the contest judge that every woman should be able to win in some category. You can see the wisdom of this system, so there is even a presentation category. Mrs. Kadizzle won the presentation grouping one year by serving His Lordship in a dog bowl.

No meal can be seriously considered without wine. His Lordship does not judge the quality, so much as the quantity. A mediocre wine in a box has been know to beat a small bottle of the best France can produce. One key the winners have discovered is that too much wine can result in his lordship failing to remember the flavorful nuances of the meal, so pulling the wine off the table a the crucial moment is critical.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

2.5 Trillion Dollars


After you get past $1.98, most people cannot envision sums of money. The war in Iraq is now estimated to cost 2.5 trillion dollars. This is enough money to solve the social security problem for 75 years. It is certainly enough money to provide health care for everyone for a long time. This money needless to say is being borrowed. It is not being borrowed from poor people. The same people who are asking for tax breaks in the millionaire bracket are the same beneficiaries of the interest on the borrowed money. Of course there are other big beneficiaries, like China who owns massive portions of our debt. When one remembers Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11 it becomes truly mind boggling that we are spending the money we are in Iraq. Once you see who is profiting from the war everything falls into place. The whole thing is such a replay of Vietnam, it is like we don't have history books in this country.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Drinking Buddies




After a hard days work at the Pocket Park, Dennis and Lord Kadizzle came home for a round of hooch. Soon there was a knock on the door and Gerty appeared (Carol Galvin).
Carol comes down a couple times a week for some wine and conversation. Our group was soon completed with Pat, Carol's husband. Carol managed to walk the three hundred feet to our house, but Pat drove. Gerty mentioned that Pat took a shortcut with the car across the lawn so as not to disturb the pavement. We had a good time with the old neighborhood gang. Pat is recovering from a bout of problems. He just got out of the hospital and says he can't drink, but he asked for a glass of wine, just to have something to hold on to.

A New Addition to the Pocket Park



Lord Kadizzle has been working for the past month with the help of Wayne Axtmann to build the rear entrance to the Pocket Park on Main Street. There is still some tweaking to be done, but generally we are pleased with the results.

The Party Line

If you want to read the best editorials, and expose yourself to something other than the Fox News, Rush Limbaugh courses for fawning George Bush supporters, read the New York Times editorials. As a flaming liberal I have to say they are consistently the best. Anyone can read them free on the New York Times web site. I almost consider it a patriotic duty. Maureen Dowd is my favorite, no one kicks butt like her. If you could put her side by side with Ann Coulter you would see the contrast between brains, and the vicious selfessness Ruport Murdock loves in his marching minions. You see the same thing when Keith Oberman, is compared to Bill O'reilly. Sometimes I listen to Rush Limbaugh, if I can I watch Ann Coulter, and I even give Bill Oreilly a chance once in awhile. I do it because you need to know, and give each side a chance. I strongly suspect most hard core right wingers do not even consider what the left has to say. Many times I have given my right wing friends a copy of an article by someone they do not agree with. They refuse to read it. On the other hand, if they were to give me an article I would be willing to read it and discuss the merits of the case. To me that is the difference between doctrine, and philosophy.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

How did I get to be me?


Once upon a time I did my student teaching in West Virginia. At the high school where I was teaching all the students were carrying around and reading THIS PERFECT DAY. One of the students gave me a copy and I read it. The book is similar to 1984, however it has a different spin. No other book I have read explains how our society works better than this book. It deals very well with the concept and morality of manipulating a whole society. If any Kadizzled fans have read the book, again I would like your feedback. A big issue the book deals with is about the morality of the more intelligent manipulating the less intelligent. Should they do it? The more intelligent create a perfect world for the less intelligent, but is this a good thing, if the less intelligent are subjected to nothing but a drug induced bliss? The book parallels very much what is happening in our society today, and its ability to predict the future has amazed me. If I had to choose a paranoid theory to subscribe to, this would be it.

Zeitgeist The Movie


One of my greatest pleasures in life is being the dad of two great daughters. Both of them have a love for knowledge, and are always making it a point to enrich their knowledge base. Recently Megan called and insisted I watch a movie called Zeitgeist The Movie. You can watch it on your computer, that is what I am doing this morning at 5:30 A.M. I have only made it through the first chapter. I can see why Megan found it so fascinating. It would be very useful for the religious to watch. The movie in my mind proves Christianity is basically an advanced astrological religion. Before you get your shorts in a knot, if you are religious, watch the movie. I would love to watch it with a fundamentalist and see their reaction. I think the movie is about much more than religion, and of course I endorse it because it parallels my views. It is almost two hours long, so if you decide to give it a try, be patient, and let it unfold. I am just taking a break, then on to chapter two.

Well, I made it through chapter two. Chapter two deals with 911. Chapter two portrays 911 as a conspiracy. It does a very good job of it, but I am always skeptical of conspiracy theories. There are certainly some very interesting unexplained things that took place on 911. The most convincing is the collapse of what they call building seven. Building seven was never hit by an airplane, none the less it still collapsed like the others. One theory that I never bought before was the idea that the buildings were blown up. This seems crazy to me, but they make a case for it. Like I say, I am one of the most skeptical of people, and conspiracy theorist love coincidence. The jury is out on chapter two. On to chapter three, if I can see it before the commander wakes up.

Just barely made it. The Commander is up wondering what I am doing. I made it through chapter three. Chapter three is very good and thought provoking. Unfortunately it gets into the one world order type thing, which turns me off. However, it makes some very good arguments, and I would recommend going through it for its thought provoking nature. The basic premise is that we are being manipulated. I believe this is true, I don't exactly agree it is being done in the manner described. The last chapter is called the man behind the curtain. I think the guy is back there, but we may be giving him too much credit. My problem is I can see how these conspiracy theories can be flip flopped to the advantage of to the guy behind the curtain. Perhaps he is exposing his own magic, in order to make an even greater magic. Questioning is a very good thing, but the line between questioning and paranoia is very fine. Many people have been cleverly manipulated by paranoia. There are some very good scenes in chapter three that make it worthwhile. If you watch the thing, I would like to hear your spin on it. The first chapter was my favorite, and the one I truely believe. The verdict is out on the last two chapters. I agree with a lot of it, but I am not yet ready to make a ruling. My gut feeling it is the recooking of a lot of old stuff.

Monday, October 22, 2007

The Good Life



Lord Kadizzle and The Commander spent the weekend near Pettibone at Sandy's lakeside hunting Cabin. The crew consisted of five dogs and six people. The dogs had free run of the house, and usually took the best seats. Sandy is the guy in the red long underwear. Up in the morning, he stumbles out of bed, and trips down the steps in his suit of red. He sits at the table to roll his first cigarette, to help him remember and help him forget. His hair is a mess trying to escape his head, he mumbles something, but you can't tell what he said. Next comes Mev with his duck boots on his feet, his mind is confused, but his outfit is neat. Sandy and Mev are a baking pair. Sandy baked Taylors birthday cake and Mev iced it with care. The women are outside sleeping in the trailer, we have to do this to keep Sandy from Taylor. Bob is up and ready to go get the birds, but Sandy and Mev are stumbling around just mumbling some words. Finally together they go out the door, only to come back from the hunt empty handed once more. Life is good at the hunting camp by the lake, it was the best trip the men from the group home ever would take.

Friday, October 19, 2007

His Royal Cheapness


Lord Kadizzle has a reputation for being cheap, or cost conscious, or whatever you want to call it. Tuesday with The Commander in Bismarck the Kingdom got everything for at least thirty percent less using the credit card technique. Most stores give you a special deal on the day you get their credit card. The great thing is most of the stores also let you have the discount on the sale price. Lord Kadizzle first purchased a wallet at Herbergers for 40% off. Next, at Penny's his Lordship got two pair of blue jeans that normally sell for thirty two dollars each for only eleven dollars a pair. At Best Buy the Kadizzle family got a forty percent discount on the new external hard drive for the computer. At Scheels the commander got her hunting pants for a thirty percent discount. Now, we have to cancel four credit cards when they come, but for a savings of over one hundred dollars, it can be done. Anyone who made an attempt could save ten percent on every purchase they make. Many times his Lordship has simply told a clerk in a store that he was a good customer and wanted a discount. Often they deliver on the spot. Take your yearly income and figure out what ten percent is, and you may see the glory of being cheap. Lord Kadizzle once read an article that explained this very well. The writer pointed out that if you got a ten percent discount on a purchase, you instantly made ten percent. On the other hand if you invested a dollar, your dollar would be tied up for a year, and you might be lucky to get the ten percent. Now, if you took the dime you made immediately and invested it, by the end of the year your discount at the store could easily amount to twenty percent. The bottom line is do you want to work for your money, or do you want your money to work for you?

The Death of the Machine by Paul Krugman NYT

There are two things that are important in politics. The first is money, and I can’t remember what the second one is.” So declared Mark Hanna, the great Gilded Age political boss.


Karl Rove has often described Hanna as his role model. And predictions that Mr. Rove and his disciples would succeed in creating a permanent Republican majority — I have a whole bookshelf of volumes with titles like “One Party Nation” and “Building Red America” — depended crucially on the assumption that the G.O.P. would have vastly more money than its opponents. It might even, some thought, match the 10-to-1 advantage Hanna gave William McKinley when he ran against William Jennings Bryan.

Oops. According to data collected by the Center for Responsive Politics, in the current election cycle every one of the top 10 industries making political donations is giving more money to Democrats. Even industries that have in the past been overwhelmingly Republican, like insurance and pharmaceuticals, are now splitting their donations more or less evenly. Oil and gas is the only major industry that the G.O.P. can still call its own.

The sudden burst of corporate affection for Democrats is good news for the party’s campaign committees, but not necessarily good news for progressives. Before I get to the down side, however, let’s talk about why business seems to be giving up on the G.O.P.

To some extent it’s a matter of cold political calculation. Polls, plus a wave of G.O.P. retirements, suggest that next year the Democrats will expand their majority in the House, which is already bigger than anything the Republicans ever had during their 12-year reign. Of the 34 Senate seats up for election, 22 are held by Republicans, and major Democratic gains seem all but inevitable.

Add to this the weakness of the Republican presidential field, and it’s not surprising that lobbyists are casting in their lot with the likely winners. But that’s not the whole story.

There’s also disgust, even in the corporate world, with the corruption and incompetence of the Bush years. People on the left often describe the Bush administration as an agent of corporate America; that’s giving it too much credit.

The truth is that while the administration has lavished favors on some powerful, established corporations, the biggest scandals have involved companies that were small or didn’t exist at all until they started getting huge contracts thanks to their political connections. Thus, Blackwater USA was a tiny business until it somehow became the leading supplier of mercenaries for the War on Terror™.

And the lethal amateurishness of these loyal Bushies on the make horrifies the corporate elite almost as much as it horrifies ordinary Americans.

Last but not least, even corporations are relieved to see the end of what amounted to a protection racket.

In a classic 2003 article in The Washington Monthly, Nicholas Confessore (now at The New York Times) described the efforts of people like former Senator Rick Santorum to turn K Street into an appendage of the Republican Party — not the other way around. “The corporate lobbyists who once ran the show, loyal only to the parochial interests of their employer,” wrote Mr. Confessore, “are being replaced by party activists who are loyal first and foremost to the G.O.P.”

But corporations weren’t happy. According to The Politico, “many C.E.O.’s” used the term “extortion” to describe “the annual shakedowns by committee chairmen with jurisdiction over their industries.” And now that Mr. Santorum is out of office, heading the America’s Enemies program at a right-wing think tank, the faint sound you hear from K Street is that of lobbyists singing: “Ding, dong, the witch is dead.”

All of this greatly increases the odds that the Republicans, far from establishing a permanent majority, will be out of power for quite a while. But it also raises the question of what Democratic rule will really mean.

Right now all the leading contenders for the Democratic nomination are running on strongly progressive platforms — especially on health care. But there remain real concerns about what they would actually do in office.

Here’s an example of the sort of thing that makes you wonder: yesterday ABC News reported on its Web site that the Clinton campaign is holding a “Rural Americans for Hillary” lunch and campaign briefing — at the offices of the Troutman Sanders Public Affairs Group, which lobbies for the agribusiness and biotech giant Monsanto. You don’t have to be a Naderite to feel uncomfortable about the implied closeness.

I’d put it this way: many progressives, myself included, hope that the next president will be another F.D.R. But we worry that he or she will turn out to be another Grover Cleveland instead — better-intentioned and much more competent than the current occupant of the White House, but too dependent on lobbyists’ money to seriously confront the excesses of our new Gilded Age.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Ray Just Keeps Going



You may remember from early in the summer how we went with Ray to the Logging Camp Ranch to get lumber for the trading post Ray Kerns is building in Stanton with other volunteers. Since that time Ray has been hard at it putting things together. The transformation from garage to what is going to be a unique building is something only Ray could engineer. If you could breed an artist to an engineer you would get someone like Ray.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Equal Justice


Lord Kadizzle has been the municipal judge for the city of Hazen for over twenty years, and also serves as judge for Hebron. Every year municipal judges must have a day of training. Yesterday was the big day. Most of the day was so boring the flies left the room. However, one speaker who happened to be a North Dakota Supreme court judge brought up something that has always amazed me, the inconsistency of justice in North Dakota. The speaker used the example of a street in Grand Forks. On the same street you could be arrested by two different entities for the same offense. If one police system stopped you the fine was fifty dollars higher than if the other local police system stopped you. The speaker went on to point out other examples in North Dakota where the same thing happened. Most of the problem was related to the home rule system in North Dakota that allows cities to set their own fines. In many cases the fine could be different by a factor of hundreds of dollars for doing the exact same thing, in the exact same spot. It all depends on who arrest you. The speaker asked the class if they knew of any other system in North Dakota that treated people so unequally or unfairly. I raised my hand and explained to him how we have a special class of people all over the state that have privileges no one else does. The privileged are the farmers. A farmer can drive a truck in the most despicable condition, over weight, over width, and lacking all sorts of safety devices, but he is not ticketed, because he is a farmer. Every conceivable loophole in taxes and privileges has been created for farmers in North Dakota. Our legislature is made up of farmers and lickspittles. None of our legislators has the guts to do what they should on a moral basis. If they raised the fines for speeding like they should they fear they would not be re-elected. Certainly they could not turn on their own and ask farmers who are already subsidized to pay the same taxes everyone else does.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Pheaasant Report



For about the third year in a row the pheasants are abundant in the Southwest. My shoulder is sore from shooting, and black and blue. I burned up about a box of shells a day. When we hit a pocket of pheasants they were thick. It is amazing how many roosters there are in the area. It is not unusual to see fifty or a hundred at a time. Yesterday morning we went out in the fog. We could not find a bird to save our life. How they can manage to be in the hundreds one day and gone the next is unbelievable. In the Afternoon the fog was gone and we were back in the gravy. Very quickly the birds get educated, I would to if I was shot at all day. Our host declared his house a no war zone. Hunters were not allowed to discuss the war in Iraq. He thought armed people discussing the war was too dangerous. As usual we were overfed. The prime rib was excellent, and as predicted there were some granny slapper deserts. My old gun Table Meat warmed up slowly, but soon was on the game with some nice bus stop shots. The bus stop shot is my favorite. You yell at the bird "meet you at the bus stop". Next, you shoot a few feet in front of Mr. Pheasant. If all goes well, not from the pheasants perspective, when he gets to the bus stop there is some shot there. The bus takes him to heaven where he gets 28 virgin hen pheasants for his brave suicide mission.

Friday, October 12, 2007

The Life of Ease, on the Big Hunt


For many years Lord Kadizzle has had the tradition of going to Scranton for the opening of the Pheasant season. Our host have an old home they cut into three pieces and moved about three hundred miles from Fargo. The home has been rebuilt with all the old woodwork and large windows. It reminds his lordship very much of the house he grew up in on 26 Poplar Ave, back in Wheeling, W.Va. When everyone arrives this evening there will be a nice table set up with oourdeverds (thats how we spell it in West Virginia when we have a little ground hog meat on a tooth pick) and drinks. A nice formal dinner will be served with fine china, and silverware. Later perhaps Dave will strum his guitar and we will sing some old sea shanties. After a good sleep morning will come. The dogs will be roused and the hunting clothes put on. Our host have coffee and rolls set out for us before the hunt. After the morning hunt we return to the first stuffing. The table will be spread with every imaginable breakfast food. After reviewing the morning hunt most of the old guys go out to the hay bales and doze in the sun. Next we clean the morning birds, and head out for the afternoon shoot. Returning from the shoot we shower, and have a cocktail before dinner, perhaps with some shrimp, to tickle the belly. Now a little football watching on TV may be in order before the evening feast, which always includes a good desert designed to sink a ship. Either during the meal or after the meal the political argument's may break out. The poor liberals are usually out numbered. This would include Lord Kadizzle. However, the liberals can usually cause a nuclear reaction in Bill which can be heard back in Bismarck. After the radiation blows away it is time for more music, calmer conversation, and finally back to bed to repeat the process the next day.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Good hunting partner has cancer


Emil is one of the best hunting partners a man could have, but he never fires a shot. Years ago I asked Daryl if he knew Emil. Since he said he did, I asked him to check with Emil to see if we could hunt on his land. The next time I saw Daryl I asked " Well, what did he say?". The @##$#%! said nobody can hunt unless he goes with them. This did not deter me. I went to his house and said do you want to hunt? He explained that he did not hunt, but when someone did on his property he went with them. I said "hop in". Ever since that day we have had the best hunts in Mercer county on his property. Emil sits in the truck, and we give him a two way radio. When we want picked up, Emil brings the truck where it is needed. During the winter Emil feeds the pheasants. It is one thing to have a farmer let you hunt, but far better one that drives you around. Now, just about everyone who hunts with us knows Emil, and has enjoyed his company on the hunts. Emil has a good sense of humor and always enjoys ribbing people about a missed shot or a failed maneuver. If you are in Bismarck, and you want to visit Emil, he is in room 245 at Med Center One.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Go to the Bar and get me a gallon of Milk


Yesterday the milk truck with Lord Kadizzle rolled into Stanton, North Dakota. Unfortunately the grocery store folded, so where do they get their milk? If you want some butter and a gallon of milk, you go down to the bar. Apparently you can get your pockets cleaned there too. As we filled the cooler with milk, the gambling money was being counted on the pool table. While taking one load of milk in the door, his Lordship noticed a little sign on the door notifying people that this was a smoking bar. If they had a problem with smoke, they should consider staying out. No one was smoking while we delivered the milk, but there were enough fumes that lighting up was not necessary. In some cities they have oxygen bars, but in Stanton you can sit in a room any time of day and get a nicotine high 24 hours a day, without lighting up. Another stop we made in Stanton was at the school. Stantonites have been scratching their heads, and wondering how they are going to keep the school open with the declining school population. Where will they get the money? Perhaps they could go to the source they are using to provide the money for the drinking, gambling, and smoking. There was more money on the pool table than was needed to run the school yesterday.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Education Just Confuses People


One of my favorite quotes is from my neighbor up the street " Education just confuses people". Unfortunately a lot of people seem to agree with him. In the New York Times today there was a good article about tax cuts and how they affect the economy. The truth is there is no proof they work the way Republicans would like you to believe. Of course most rich people would like everyone else to think giving them tax breaks is a good thing, but it doesn't jive with reality. So many things when put to the test of science, or good scrutiny don't really turn out to be true. I have been in arguments with a lot of people about the distribution of wealth in this country. One argument they like to use is that the wealthy give a lot to charity. On a percentage basis this is actually not true. They typical wealthy person gives about three percent of their income to charity, while the typical low or middle class person gives ten percent. This reminds me of a fundamentalist friend of mine. One day I asked him "Do you give ten percent to the church like the bible says you should?". He replied "They figured percentages differently in those days". In other words two thousand years ago ten percent was not ten percent. How convenient?

Sunday, October 07, 2007

The Tooth Fairy

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Every so often a quote comes out of the Bush administration that leaves you asking: Am I crazy or are they? I had one of those moments last week when Dana Perino, the White House press secretary, was asked about a proposal by some Congressional Democrats to levy a surtax to pay for the Iraq war, and she responded, “We’ve always known that Democrats seem to revert to type, and they are willing to raise taxes on just about anything.”

Read this whole article by using the link, or in the New York Times today. The Bush Administration is without question the worst we have ever had.

The Blasted Benchooga Bug


Fall in North Dakota means you will be invaded by the Benchooga bugs (actually Box Elder Bugs), but I always told the kids they were Benchooga bugs. They accumulate on the south side of the house by the hundreds, then they find any opening and come in our house. They are everywhere. They are harmless, but drive you nuts. They get in the bed, they get on your head. They are on the TV, or where ever you want to be. They are in the kitchen while Cissie is @##$%. They in the shower at every hour. The are on the carpet. They are on the floor. They come in the house, but they don't use the door.

When Megan was in high school her history teacher hated the terrible Benchooga bugs. Megan made a one foot long Box Elder marionette and gave it to the teacher. With great joy it hung from the ceiling of the classroom for the rest of his career. This is the absolute worst year I have ever seen for the little @#$%$/. We have been going through the house vacuuming them one by one. Inside the vacuum cleaner there must be a convention.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Look What came out of the Basement


The weather is fit for neither man nor beast, but we are going out after the vicious grouse. Our good friend Shanika came to Hazen last night. We had an excellent meal of lamb with the Donovans. Cissie made the lamb, and the Donovans hosted with other goodies. We may regret going out today, it is cold, wet and miserable.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Lord Kadizzle has annual performance review


The Commander called Lord Kadizzle in for his annual performance review today. First she asked if he wanted the good news first or last. Lord Kadizzle decided to go with the good news first. The Commander said Lord Kadizzle has done an excellent job maintaining his weight. This sounded good until she reminded him that he was maintaining it and adding to it. Searching for other good points the Commander let Lord Kadizzle know he was doing an excellent job of sleeping, with the exception of the chain saw snoring. Although his Lordship thought he had done well in working the remote control he got a D-. In marksmanship another poor grade. Asking why this happened The Commander pointed out that most underwear and socks never hit within ten feet of the laundry hamper. A bright spot was attendance. His Lordship never failed to show up for dinner, and often appeared early, however he was late more than once doing the dishes. Personal appearance had "has room for improvement" checked. The Commander pointed out that failure to raise zipper was a common problem, and tucking pants into socks was also not adding to the Feng Shwu. Lord Kadizzle was most upset with the table manner section choices that were checked. That section read: His manners are most appropriate for a...., then it gave several choices. The Commander marked feedlot. As Lord Kadizzle left the back porch he asked The Commander if there were any bright spots she did not mention. After thinking she said, "Yes, there is plenty of room for improvement".

Sailing in the Surf

This looks like a lot of fun, I would love to try it

Calamity at Hazen Gargbage Exchange


Since I arrived at my afternoon work assignment early Lord Kadizzle decided to go to the Hazen Garbage Exchange. It is a small store on main street that sells peoples trash. It has a marvelous selection of fribbles, little cups, glasses, knick knacks, and simple minded house decorations. Frequently I find a good buy there on tools. Since the trash exchange is run by volunteer women, they are generally clueless about the value of tools. As I bent down to examine a socket set, I bumped a shelf full of glass and ceramic fribbles. The whole shelf came loose. One or two fell and broke with a loud glass breaking sound, then five fell, then six then the shelf fell on the shelf below and knocked down that entire shelf. It turned into a waterfall of breaking junk. Everyone in the store appeared in an instant. It sounded like a crash of Biblical proportions and they were sure someone must be hurt. Had this happened in a China shop I would be in debt forever, but in Hazen I think the bill for the broken trash may have come to three or four dollars. Well, I ended up buying a socket set for $3.50, I don't think they made anything on my visit.

In the spirit of the day I cooked my pizza special. A couple weeks ago I found a good cheap frozen pizza at the grocery store. After I cooked it The Commander explained to me it would be better if I took the cardboard off first. Well, last night I did it again. I put the pizza in the oven with the cardboard still on the bottom. The technique produces a gooey pizza, that creates firebelly that will last all night. I am hoping for a better day today.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Rough Weather Sailing - BT Global Challenge 2000

Scenes from our boat on Saturday

The Sailing Season Ends

Some Pictures from our last sail