Letter of Resignation

Via Neal Boortz comes this letter of resignation from a Townhall.com columnist.

In it, Mike Adams details some of the harrassment he’s endured as a conservative in academia which has apparently driven him to the brink, so he tenders his resignation.

So, Jon, you can see why I’ve decided to call it quits. These hypocritical university leftists are just too easy for me to handle. Since none present a remotely interesting challenge to me intellectually, I must simply move on to greater challenges. That is why effective March 1st of the year 2016, I am retiring as a columnist for your website.

Between now and my official retirement date in ten years, I will write no more than 1000 columns mocking university feminists, administrators, and assorted leftist screwballs. If anyone has a problem with that, there is no part of my backside I do not cordially invite them to kiss. (emphasis by M.C.)

Glad he’s on our side…

I got yer free speech right here…

Decrepit Old Fool left me a comment on this post. DOF is on my blogroll, and although he and I don’t see 100% agreement, he’s a good guy and a good friend.

Anyway, he links to this article over at Reuters.

A radical environmental activist has been indicted by a federal grand jury for demonstrating how to build a firebomb in a speech just 15 hours after a fire that his group claimed responsibility for destroyed a large apartment complex being built nearby.

Okay, now this is one of those “mixed feelings” things. I don’t hold a particularly strong affinity for radical environmentalists, but I do hold a strong position on the First Amendment, and this next part is scary.

Rodney Adam Coronado, a 39-year-old member of the Earth Liberation Front, was indicted on a charge of giving instructions on how to build a destructive device, which carries a maximum sentence of 20 years in federal prison. The indictment was unsealed on Wednesday.

…The law makes it illegal to tell others how to build destructive devices with the intent of having them commit crimes.

There’s that “thought crime” thing again. In my post below, several of us noted that we hold particular knowledge of how to use commonly available household chemicals in exciting and vigorous ways. Now, do you suppose that some ambitious young assistant DA might want to make a name for himself by taking OUR conversation and going to court? Sure, it’d be a battle that was easy for him to lose, but who among us is in a position to spend the time, effort and money to fight such a charge? One or two such cases would serve to really stifle conversations such as the one we had.

Equally frightening is this:

Three people who attended Coronado’s speech were jailed for refusing to testify before the grand jury about the content of the speech. All have been released.

By implication, not only was it unlawful for our tree-hugging bozo to MAKE the speech, but it was unlawful for people to LISTEN to it.

Laws upon laws upon laws. We are rapidly approaching the point where EVERY one of us will be guilty of transgressing one law or another. Then it’s just a matter of whom they want to prosecute…

The Name Game XXXI

Two hospitals reporting. 101 births. 45 births to single parents or parents who elected to forego marriage.

Of the two hospitals reporting, one is the outfit that only lists first names of newborns, thereby denying us the portal into the full level of innovation in selecting names.

So let’s get off the blocks here:

We start off witha couple of triples. Two names: special. THREE names: REALLY special!

Miss Tiona T—– and Mr. Leonard H——— have a new daughter, little Sariah Lashun Yvett. Neat! Three names, no common spellings…

Miss Tasha S—— and Mr. Richard H—– have a new son, Canen Drake Adolfo.

Miss Qinyka (Yeah, I know there’s no “u”) S—– and Mr. Damien L—- have a new daughter, T’iara Ariel J’Nay. These folks went hog-wild with apostrophes and capital letters.

We have a few of the “huh” crowd.

Miss Malinda A—– and Mr. Christopher G——- present us with a new baby girl, little Zakhira Maliza. Oooooh, let’s name the baby something exotic. We can figure out how to spell it later…

Of course, what it took two people to do with little Zakhira, Miss Stephanie T—– managed by herself, presenting us with little Deasia Taralin. De baby daddy doan’ be liss-ed.

Miss JaNeese S—- has a new son, Ja’Tyren Marquez. She doesn’t have a father listed…

Miss Janell T—– and Al G—— have a new daughter, A’myrah. Question: Do they get to remove the apostrophe if the parents get married?

Mr. & Mrs. Lethaniel L—- have a new son, LeDamion.

We have a few “we’re not sure how to spell it, but it sounds nice” names:

Miss Nikita L—– and Mr. Michael F——- present their new daughter Kaylyen. How would YOU pronounce that?

Mr. & Mrs. Warren R—– have a new daughter names (watch this!) Warrenicka.

Miss Kimberly H—- and Mr. Derek H—- have a new daughter, little Dereka.

Miss Shandalyn H—— presents her new daughter, Brailyn, thus continuing the family line of names ending in “lyn.”.

Under the “K” is more special than “C” category, we have a few:

Jacob and Jodi C—— have a new son, Kane Louis. I guess that’s not too bad, though. If you don’t spell that first name “CAINE” then you have to use a “K” or people wil think he’s a variety of vegetation.

Miss Katey V——– has a new daughter, Tatum Klaire.

Steven and Michelle J—– have a new son, Karson Jude.

Amber D—- and Jason S—— have a new son, Camren James.

Miss Mary K— and Mr. Nicholas P—- have a new son, Kaden. Of course, if you’re using a made-up name, you can spell it any way you want…

Same thing goes for Parris G—–, who has a new son, Kyden. What Miss Parris lacks is a male role model for a daddy for the kid.

There are usually a few names I can’t seem to categorize:

Miss Natasha W——- has a new daughter, Alijah Allisee.

Miss (I don’t make this stuff up, really!) Precious O’B—- has a new daughter, Aaliyah, who is probably precious, too.

Mr. & Mrs. Zane H——- have a new son, Maverick. I’m seeing boots and a belt buckle the size of a coffee tray in this kid’s future…

Okay, that’s it. Finished. Enough. Done. Until next week…

Protecting us from — us…

Via Synthstuff, a daily read, through his blogroll, there’s Gizmodo, where comes this article where a dumbass inflates balloons with, of all things, acetylene and has them explode in his car.

When a deputy arrived to check it out, he found a white car that showed obvious signs of an explosion. All the windows were blown out, the vehicle doors were bent towards the outside and the roof was pushed about a foot higher than normal.

Okay, the guy KNOWS that acetylene is explosive:

They explained that they were taking a balloon to a Super Bowl party — a balloon filled with acetylene, a very explosive gas used in welding — so they could blow up the balloon while celebrating.

He didn’t know the possible effects of static electricity and the absurd sensitivity of acetylene:

However, on the drive, the balloon rolled across the back seat, possibly causing static electricity, and igniting the gas, causing it to explode.

At this point, a sane society would label the guy a verified idiot and let the news out, thus subjecting him to endless ridicule for the rest of his life. But we no longer have THAT sort of society.

Norman Frey, 46, faces a charge of possession, use, or removal of explosives or incendiary devices. He faces two to six years in prison.

Now, lest you be one of those ignorant bed-wetting liberal fools who needs to be protected from himself, here’s a quick list of “explosives or incendiary devices” around the average home:

Spray cans. Look at the propellant. Many are propane. You’re holding a small flamethrower. Add flammable contents, such as hairspray or spray paint, and you have an even MORE lethal device.

Pool chemicals. Many pool chemicals are powerful oxidizers. All you need to do is add a bit of moisture and a fuel, and you have a bomb. Syrup works. Don’t ask me how I know.

Gasoline. Comrade Molotov hung his name on something. Are they intending on jailing anyone with five gallons of gas and an empty coke bottle?

Rubbing alcohol: Has the advantage of the flame being almost invisible in sunlight.

Conclusion? Bad law. Stupid, stupid law. They can convict anybody with DA with an axe to grind and a jury full of dumbasses.

The dangerous thing is the mind…

Still alive… enroute

Flughafen Tampa. They have free wireless, so I just wanted to tap out a note that I am indeed alive and well, and my head is bulging with transformer geek data. Should be home this evening ofr real posting…

I be outta here!!!

Packed. Gonna pass by Books-a-Million for something to read, then go to the local flughafen for some abuse at the hands of TSA then fly off to Houston, then to Florida.

Dunno when I will be back blogging, but hoping there’s good internet service in the hotle for the next five days…

Ya’ll watch the place for me, okay…

Sensitive stupidity

Browsing through the blogroll this morning and I pass The Fat Guy who links and comments on this article. Seems tha mentioning the YEAR that Sam Houston defeated Santa Ana at the Battle of San Jacinto is demeaning to Mexicans.

To some, 1836 might mean Texas independence. To others, it was the defeat of the Mexican army at San Jacinto and thus loss of some Mexican territory. Harris County Commissioner Sylvia Garcia says 1836 might be sensitive to members of the Hispanic community and more.

Now let me get this straight: You are living in AMERICA becaue you LIKE it better than the thirid-world sh*t-hole you left. The REASON it’s better here is because in 1836 some AMERICANS whipped that fop of a general who wanted to keep Texas in Mexico. Otherwise, the land which now comprises Texas would be just one or more provinces of that “France of the Americas”, Mexico, and you’d have hauled your ass even farther north to someplace where a somewhat diminished Stars & Stripes waved in freedom’s breeze.

I bet these “guys” really wet their pants when they hear the Marine Corps’ “From the halls of Montezuma” because America also whipped their butts there…

I ain’t apologizing. America is a bright, shining city on a hill because we WON the Battle of San Jacinto. In 1836. And a lot more battles before and after that. So if 1836 gets your sensitive panties in a wad, then don’t read numbers like 1815 and 1865 and 1918 and 1942. You’ll be offended there, too, you moral-relativistic, educated beyond your intelligence liberal puke.

This is a very sore and tiresome spot for me. I’m American. I wore the uniform and stood on the line for America. I fail to see why anyone would spend the time and effort to come over here and then try to turn it into the rathole they left to get here. That’s why I have no patience for the ethnocentric bunch in academe, be they Latino or Afro-centric.

If you think that Mexico or Africa is so much more close to utopia, then, sunshine, the door works BOTH ways. don’t let it hit you in the ass on the way out…

Hurricane Katrina Boosts Gun Sales

Awwww! No sh*t?!?!?

Lessee! There you are, in a hurricane and flood-ravaged city. All the communications are down. People are rampaging through damaged homes and businesses, and you are thinking about a means of securing YOUR property and protecting yourself and YOUR family. What are you gonna do? Call the police? In New Orleans? Come on. They were a) unable to respond due to flooding b) hauled a** in stolen SUV’s c) were out stealing stuff themselves or d) taking a much-needed stress management vacation in Vegas.

Well, this article tells a bit about what some people are doing.

Reports of looting and lawlessness after the storm have prompted her to shop for a gun small enough to carry with her….

Dealers at the 225-table show said firearm sales have surged throughout the New Orleans area as residents replace guns that were destroyed or stolen during the storm. They also reported a spike in sales to first-time gun owners.

“Everyone keeps saying that a gun in the hand is better than being on the phone trying to reach the police or a 911 dispatcher,” said Alan Reese, manager of Elliot’s Gun Shop in Jefferson.

A good gun and a bit of practice is cheap insurance.

Sure, you may NEVER need one to protect yourself and your family, but the wise man knows “It’s better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.”

The Name Game XXX

That’s just a Roman numeral, folks: Thirty. don’t get excited…

This week: One hospital, forty-three births (one set of twins) and fifteen of these were to either single moms or unwed couples.

Leading off, Miss Ramona R— and Mr. Edmond R—— just about guarantee their new son hours of horror on the playgrounds by naming him Sin’Cere Mitchell. This choice of names does a lot: Extra capital letter, extraneous punctuation, non-traditional use of vocabulary as a name…

Keeping into the extra apostrophe phenomenon, josephine C——— and Deidrick L—– present their new daughter, little Melanie D’Lania. Note the in this case, the apostrophe replaces a useful letter in a contrived name…

On another note, we have this bit of creativity: Miss Brittney (oh, THAT’S unique!) A—— draws on reserves of poetry by naming her new son Kelan AnQuan. De baby daddy doan’ be liss’ed.

Under the “really sophsiticated names have MORE letters” category, Christopher D—– and Heather G—— name their baby daughter Baileigh Elizabeth. Since when did the letter “Y” fall into disrepute?

Also missing a “Y” is Miss Keoshia H—— and Dominic R—– have a new daughter, Kayli Jolie. Little Kayli will have the wonderful option of topping that “i” with hearts and smiley faces.

We do have a REALLY cute one, too. Miss sonya F——- and Mr. Shawn C—— have a new son. Are you ready for this? Really ready? Okay. Here goes: Dusty Lane! In such moments are playground targets born…

Now, let me tell you a real life example of how all this nonsense pans out. This week I had to call the local tax assessor to make sure I wasn’t charged property taxes this year for a house that was hauled off in a dumpster last year. A charming, polite and helpful young lady handled my call. She asked if I could fax her a copy of the fire report.

“Sure,” I said. “I send this attention of whom?”

I thought I heard “Lindsey”. “Okay,” I said, “D oyu spell that L-I-N-D-S-A-Y or L-I-N-D-S-A-Y?”

“If you use either one, they’ll know who to give it to,” she said, “but I spell it L-Y-N-S-I”!”

I could HEAR the little heart over that “i” in her voice.

I give up. The inmates ARE running the asylum…

Off to school

Tomorrow (Sunday) I will be flying out of the local airport to a technical training course in Clearwater Beach, Florida. The organization that certifies folks in my line of business requires a certain amount of continuing education in order to maintain certification, and that’s ONE reason I’m going. Second reason is that it doesn’t hurt to learn a bit more about life among the electrons.

This course is “Life of a Transformer”. Since you can’t do much in this business without walking smack-dab in to a transformer, this appears to be useful information. The presenters are some of the industry experts, having been in the transformer testing business since the ’20’s. I expect to get good information. My employer expects me to come back home and conduct classes to pass on this information, a task I look forward to performing.

That said, I don’t know how much blogging I will do while in Florida. I’m hoping to have a decent high-speed connection in my room, and if so, I will be posting, probably glowing tales of the efficacy and professionalism of the TSA agents and other travel-related subjects.

But if nothing shows up after tomorrow, well, you’ve been warned. I will do the normal Sunday “Name Game” post if the local paper cooperates.