Fighting the “Culture of Corruption”

Wasn’t one of Nancy Pelosi’s big plans to end the “culture of corruption” in Congress?

Then what about this?

Dem tied to bribery probe gets homeland post
POSTED: 11:09 p.m. EST, February 27, 2007

WASHINGTON (CNN) — Eight months after Louisiana Rep. William Jefferson was ousted from the powerful House Ways and Means Committee for allegedly chilling stacks of dubious cash in his freezer, his Democratic colleagues voted to give him a seat on the Homeland Security Committee.

Ol’ “Dollar Bill” Jefferson is in a position of authority in Homeland Security. I feel MUCH better now.

The House Democratic caucus approved Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s appointment Tuesday of Jefferson to the homeland security panel, a decision that has come under fire from Republicans.

After the meeting, Jefferson said the vote was “not contentious” and that there was “no dissent.”

Pelosi also said the homeland security panel “is an appropriate place for him to be,” given its jurisdiction over matters related to Hurricane Katrina, which devastated Jefferson’s New Orleans-area district.

Yes, I remember that in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Dollar Bill commandeered a National Guard truck to evacuate mysterious files from his own home while his own constituents were clinging to their rooftops trying to survive the floods. But then that’s his leadership style, live like a Third-World dictator in luxury while you mete out dribs and drabs of favors to your peasantry to keep yourself in office.

Religion and bullsh*t

Can I use the word “bullsh*t” in a post about Christianity?

Well, there’s a story running all over about the folks who claim to have found the REAL tomb of Jesus and that the whole resurrection thing is a falsehood.

Here’s where I call “bullshit!” I have read more about the history of the early church that the average person (who’s read NOTHING) and the story is rife with martyrs. Some of these folks were simple people from rather lowly backgrounds. Peter was a fisherman, not a man given to heayd debate about broad existential issues, but he knew Jesus personally. Peter was no politician. On the night that Jesus was arrested, Peter was so wrapped up in the magical persona of Jesus that when questioned about Jesus, Peter denied that he ever knew him. Yet a few days later,after Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection, Peter was preaching with conviction. He went on to preach the resurrection of Jesus even to the point that he held that as a truth he believed in all the way to his own crucifixion at the hands of his Roman captors. Ask yourself: Would you die for something you knew to be a lie?

Paul started out as Saul of Tarsus. He was a member of the Judaic sect known as Pharisees, a membership which bestowed upon him some full measure of success and status. However, he came to a revelation and converted. His conversion on the road to Damascus was the turning point in his own life, and his belief in the basic truths of the life of Jesus ruled the remainder of his time on earth. He was incarcerated more than once, travelled the Roman empire preaching the Gospel, something that incurred a lot of risk because it undermined the status quo. You see, in the Roman Empire, swearing allegiance to Rome meant acknowledging the current Caesar as God. Paul couldn’t do that. He ended up in jail several times, and was ultimately executed also. This is hardly the actions of somebody who was trying to profit off of something he knew to be false.

Christianity as a religion is quite different from Christianity as it is practiced by many. Yes, you can say that Christianity brought the Crusades and the Inquisition, but you’d be wrong.

There is no teaching in the New Testament to which one can ascribe the actions of the Inquisition without resorting to the most outrageous sophistry, ignoring the whole of the message of Jesus. The whole of the Inquisition was a logical outgrowth of a church which weilded secular power in contravention of the message of the New Testament.

The Crusades are a bit stickier, but Christianity never said turn the other cheek while you enemy harms the weak in your charge. Excesses committed under the banner of Christ are still excesses, and in no way can they be bound to a specific message of the Gospels. Non-Christians fail to recognize that fact. Christianity in its full form requires individual conversion by a change in the heart. Nothing done at the point of a sword can count. There is no “repent or die” in the New Testament.

This is not the first time that the truth of the Gospel has come under attack. It won’t be the last. But go back to the beginning, and ask yourself: If you were Peter, would you die for a lie?

Poor, pitiful me…

I was feeling kind of “drug out” yesterday evening so I went to bed early. I woke up in an hour or so with horrendous aches all over my body, pressure aches on my sinuses, generally crappy feeling all over.

I don’t know if it’s the flu, but whatever it is, it has me down and out of the game for at least today…

UPDATE!

TheraFlu, an over the counter flu potion, will knock your a** out. The only trouble is that there is a transmitter inside each packet which triggers a central switchboard somewhere to produce a telephone call. About half an hour after I take a dose, the phone rings. This timing coincides precisely with that period in medication where I reach maximum drowse…

I have a final drawing review for the upgrade of one of my compressor stations tomorrow and I’m arguing with myself about whether to try to amke it, eighty-mile drive one way, and all. With luck, I could infect the engineering department of my company as well as a bunch of consultants.

Advancing the Technology

Today was another one of those 400-mile days. I made a run west to our station northwest of Houston to do some infra-red thermography, looking for hot spots on our new power equipment. I didn’t find any.

Six hours of driving, though, that’s a lot of time to think, and one of the thoughts crossing my mind was all the hype about global warming.

It looks to me like we turned a major corner with the UN’s recent vomitings on Algore’s global warming schtick. That makes a lot of political mass: Hollyweird, the UN, the Lefties…

I’m just wondering here: Exactly how long do yo think it will be before some enterprising lawyer files the first suit against one of the villains on the global warming stage? Don’t you think that it’s being discussed now? I mean, all we got to do is get us one or two photogenic victims, a jury full of gamma-minus moonbats all pi**ed off because they’re missing Oprah while they’re on the jury, and an evil huge corporation like Exxon, and I’ms seeing a few billion bucks changing hands.

Go ahead! Tell me it WON’T happen.

The Name Game LXIV

After a nasty, rainy Saturday with the requisite pot of something warm, wet, and nourishing, chili, in yesterday’s episode, I woke up to a beautiful Sunday morning. The skies are blue, it’s in the low fifties headed up to the mid-sixties.

Opening up the papers this morning, I browsed through the world, national and local news and got to that wonder of wonders, the birth announcements. This morning we have reports from two hospitals, reporting 82 births together, in the time between February 2 and February 19. 31 of those births are to people who decided against that old “marry, THEN have kids” pattern. four of these new kiddies have mommies who didn’t list the baby daddy for whatever reason.

Starting down the path, we have those fine folk who don’t necessarily need to invent new names when they can spell old names in sophisticated ways.

Mr. & Mrs. Darrin G. have a love of the letter “K”, so when they had a little girl, they threw a few “k’s” in her direction with Kyndal Karson.

Mr. & Mrs. Bryan B. have a new daughter too, but they wanted to name her “-son”. Being a logical pair, they decided that if they changed around the spelling, then nobody they associated with would make the connection if they named her Madysin Diane.

Then Geremie and Minda M. had a baby girl. With parents named “geremie” and minda”, you knew something strange was in the cards, and there fore we have little Khouri Marie.

We have the normal amount of the “where’d they find THAT name?” folks.

Ericka S & Herbert S. (different last names) have a new daughter, little Haleigh Glise. Bad enough that they change a simple name like “Haley” to a keyboard-crashing “Haleigh”, but then one of them reached down deep inside and came up with “Glise”. Besides looking like a foppish Parisian cooking term, I don’t have any idea how they expect it to be pronounced.

Here’s another couple who have a fascination with the letter “K”: Brittiny (!) G. and Joel B. announce their new daughter, little Khiara LaKay. Note how sophisticated this couple is, sticking that second upper-case “K” in the center of her middle name.

Keysha W. & James M. present their new daughter, Samyia JaShawn. Note the classy “two names, THREE capital letters” pattern. In some parts of society, that’s recognized as a sign of real sophistication. In others, it’s considered just palin-a**ed goofy.

Miss ShaTonya R. & Mr. Darren R. present their new little girl, Calyia Amor. “Darren, I had lotsa fun las’ night. When we gonna do dat agin?” “I don’ know, ShaTonya. I’ll calyia.”

Dorothy H. & Freeman L. show us their new baby girl, little Noirtasia Rose.

We have a few triples this week, folks who had to add an extra name in there. There are many reasons for this, some good, some goofy.

Mr. & Mrs. Justin N. have a new son, little Noah John-Jacob.

Kayla C. and Christopher G. present their new daughter, little Kate-Lynn Noelle. Put these in the “goofy” category because they could have used the only slightly contrived “Katelyn” instead of the hyphenated mess they chose.

Sherard T & Heather C. tagged their new son with Evan Harold Sherard.

Then we have my favorite category, those fine folk who can’t be limited by a mere twenty-six letters of the alphabet so they have to throw in a bit of punctuation:

Looking at momma’s name, you could see this one coming, like a thick column of colorful smoke pointing to the wreck of a trainful of hazardous chemicals: Kreyhisha B & Joshua W. present us with their new baby girl, little Kei’Jah Mo’Nique.

Another column of smoke, another trainwreck: Toyya G. & Jermaine R. present their daughter, J’Myra Toyjia. Note that Toyya and Jermaine saw fit to use their apostrophe to replace a vowel in J’Myra.

Name of the week? Oh, let’s do a tag-team one for a change. I think that it’s pretty hard to beat the combination of Kreyhisha and her daughter Kei’Jah in this week’s list, don’t you?

Passages

From a comment on a previous post by Wild Bill at Redneck Central:

Gopher is a good friend of mine that is on his last days.. I write you about this cause he is another Korea Tanker Troop.. His name is Gary Ritchie, whether you knew him or not I dont know, but he was in Korea bout the same time you were..

He came home from Korea with bad health problems and has had to deal with em since he got back.. But that aint slowed him down none..

Gopher is my age. You probably won’t read our names on the pages of a history book. Veterans, us. There were a few million in that time frame, the 60’s and 70’s. I didn’t know Gopher personally, and I can’t categorize the men of a generation by talking about generalities. We were a slice of America, and we went off, some voluntarily, others as part of the draft, and we did what needed to be done.

I laughingly refer to my own self standing there between the free world and the godless commie hordes, but it was a serious matter. A couple of million of my contemporaries passed through Viet Nam and Cambodia, a battlefield a lot hotter than the Korean DMZ or the Czech border, but we all did what we were supposed to do.

America stood because the sons of America stood.

We were once young and able, and now we’re all getting grey of hair and wrinkled of face, and I see time passing in the faces of my contemporaries. I’ve noted that the raucous bunch of veterans that I know have slowed a bit, and sadly, some are gone.

And know him well, or not, I get sad when I hear about Gopher, because while I can still be me, an individual, Gopher and I are part of the big “us”, and the passing of one hurts us all.

Hot stuff!

Being mostly Cajun, me, I have a genetic understanding of hot foods. No, ALL Cajun food isn’t hot. Matter of fact, a good Cajun recipe is a delicate balance of spiciness meant to sharpen the taste buds so that all the flavors of the ingredients can be truly savored. Think of the ‘hot’ part as kind of like the old movies where the safe-cracker sandpapers his fingertips in order to heighten his sense of touch before tackling a combination lock.

I know it’s a thought today that in order to make something ‘Cajun’? you just dowse your recipe with cayenne pepper until tears flow. And using that mentality, you end up with Zorba the Coonass’s Cajun souvlaki. But, as I’ve opined elsewhere in my ramblings on Cajun cooking, we’re really dealing with the fare developed from simple country people using available ingredients to make a lovely cuisine.

That being said, peppers are a big part of it. We raised peppers. Dad’s garden always had at least two varieties, one, the big green bell peppers, and the other was cayenne. Mom liked to add a few exotics. Very likely to be found next to the rosebushes outside the kitchen door were bird’s-eye peppers. These are about a quarter-inch in diameter.

Bird's-eye peppers

These are a very primitive variety, probably very close to the first peppers found and domesticated by humans. They’re hot. To me, they’re hotter than I want to take on in their raw state, but if you stuff an old Worcestershire sauce bottle full of these little things and then cover them with hot vinegar and let ’em sit for a couple of weeks, they make an excellent way to spice up a dish.
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Mardi Gras in Topsy, Lousiana

I wish I had a dollar for every time I was out of state and somebody found out I was from Louisiana: “Wow! Do you go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras?” My answer to that question is that I wouldn’t go to New Orleans with a light armored vehicle and crew-served weapons.

Mardi Gras, however, is not just a New Orleans thing. Just about every community in south Louisiana has some sort of celebration for Mardi Gras. The larger cities like Lake Charles across the river from me have festivities for weeks before the final event on the last Tuesday before the Lenten season.

Other smaller communities have their own less formal celebrations. John, friend, former co-worker, and blogger from the hinterlands has his view of Mardi Gras as it is celebrated in Topsy, Louisiana.

Anyway, these locals throw a parade the Saturday before Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday for you Yankees) every year. It consist of usually trucks or tractors pulling flatbed lowboy trailers decorated the night before with purple, gold and hay.

Go read the whole thing.

You gotta wonder…

I hate to even ask the question, because every day I become more and more convinced of the answer, and it scares me:

“Is America as a whole THIS stupid?”

I just logged onto the internet, and I have FoxNews as the home page on my browser.

They had three stories headlined:

Iraqi ‘Rape’ Furor

Britney Bails on Rehab… Again!

Anna Nicole Mom Tells Her Side

Three freakin’ stories, and two of them are about a couple of America’s self-centered slutties…

No da*ned wonder the country is going to hell in a handbasket. People looking for real news are as apt to find it from major media outlets as they are by browsing The National Enquirer in the grocery checkout line.

The nation was founded on the thoughts and efforts of great men, Paine, Jefferson, Franklin, Washington, Adams.

And it’s dying because instead of goading the population to greatness, we’re fed with sh*t fit for the lowest common denominator…

Say goodbye to America, folks!

Whut Ahmonna do…

So there’s this BIG STORY that the BBC broke concerning the astonishing revelation that they’ve learned of American attack plans for Iran.

US ‘Iran attack plans’ revealed

US contingency plans for air strikes on Iran extend beyond nuclear sites and include most of the country’s military infrastructure, the BBC has learned.

It is understood that any such attack – if ordered – would target Iranian air bases, naval bases, missile facilities and command-and-control centres.

Well, bunkie, it doesn’t take a military genius to figure that information out. I mean, what are we going to attack otherwise, Achmed’s Rug Emporium? Mahmoud’s herd of particularly fine goats? A shopping center? A school?

No, unlike these camel-fornicators, we do tend to attack military targets.

The US insists it is not planning to attack, and is trying to persuade Tehran to stop uranium enrichment.

The UN has urged Iran to stop the programme or face economic sanctions.

Yep, that’s the UN we all know and love: “Stop! Or we’ll say ‘STOP’ again, this time much louder.” All the while, UN’s definition of “sanctions” is a framework whereby their career “diplomats” can channel the corruption and graft in a much more efficient framework. That’s why a UN “diplomat” from some little sh*thole country like Gambia can afford to live like royalty while the common people are catching rats for sustenance.

But diplomatic sources have told the BBC that as a fallback plan, senior officials at Central Command in Florida have already selected their target sets inside Iran.

That list includes Iran’s uranium enrichment plant at Natanz. Facilities at Isfahan, Arak and Bushehr are also on the target list, the sources say.

Again, this isn’t rocket science to anyone who’s been around the military with his eyes open.

I got news for you. We probably have target lists for every country in the world, INCLUDING Britain. It’s called “planning”, and it’s what military staff does. Some general walking down the hall in the Pentagon sees a bunch of colonels sitting around drinking coffee and scratching themselves, he says “If you boys ain’t got nuthin’ better to do, make me up a target list for Ireland.” That’s how that works.

I served overseas, holding back the Red Hordes before President Reagan brought them to their knees. In Germany, we had files upon files of plans for how to fight THAT war, and I, only a lowly tank commander, knew of some of them, because they were as obvious as the nose on my face: Like bridges across the Rhine River. Any idiot knew that if the commie hordes crossed the border, those bridges would blow ASAP.

Hell, in Korea, one of the things we checked when our company took over its duty to guard Freedom Bridge was to check the demolition charges ALREADY IN PLACE. Military strategy is pretty straightforward stuff.

Two triggers

BBC security correspondent Frank Gardner says the trigger for such an attack reportedly includes any confirmation that Iran was developing a nuclear weapon – which it denies.

Alternatively, our correspondent adds, a high-casualty attack on US forces in neighbouring Iraq could also trigger a bombing campaign if it were traced directly back to Tehran.

Sounds a lot like an old joke: “Never strike your child in anger. No, wait until you’re happy and knock the crap out of him.” Real men have these lines that say “No further”. Dimmocrats might have the same lines, but they’re probably like whenever the Ayatollah moves into Barbra Streisand’s mansion and Achmadinejad is the host of the Oprah Show.

Long range B2 stealth bombers would drop so-called “bunker-busting” bombs in an effort to penetrate the Natanz site, which is buried some 25m (27 yards) underground.

Do these guys actually get paid to write the obvious? Of course the expected tool would be a bomb with capability of deep penetration. What’d you think we we gonna do, send in Bubba and Booger and a rock drill? Or maybe Rambo with a compound bow and a quiver full of explosive-tipped arrows? Hey, I’ve got it! Let’s send a crack dealer with one of those terribly lethal assault rifles, because EVERYONE KNOWS that one of those things in the hands of a criminal is able to kill dozens of people all by itself.

I’m telling you, I should be a writer for the BBC. I could have done this one. No, wait, no, I couldn’t. I’d have been ashamed to pen something like this and foist it off as “journalism”.

Wasn’t MY pipeline!

Big pipeline fire northwest of Houston Saturday night. Nancy of My Garden Spot was directly affected.

Unconfirmed reports are that a bulldozer operator scraped an underground pipeline, then hauled butt. The pipeline ruptured two hours later, resulting in this:

Pipeline fire!

You can see the flames silhouetting a home.

Pipelines operate just a hair shy of around a thousand PSI. The gas system in your home is less than ONE psi. Big difference in the flames here. These were intense enough to start a lot of grass and brush fires quite a distance away.

Standard operating procedure for these things is to block off both ends of the pipe and let it burn itself out. Yeah, you can snuff out that flame, but then you have raw natural gas jetting into the atmosphere looking for an ignition source to start again, often with explosive effect.

Anyway, it wasn’t a pipeline that belongs to my employer.

And I’m thinking that the operator of that dozer is in for some stout questioning, starting with “Exactly what in he** were you DOING?”

Hedging a couple of bets

I’m thinking about a couple of the Left’s big moves of late, global warming and the war in Iraq. I have come to the conclusion that bets are being hedged.

On the Iraq war, let’s just assume that the left gets its way and we pull the troops out in front of the whole world, including our enemies. Osama bin Ladin is already on the record as saying that America doesn’t have the guts for war, and apparently he reads our politicians well. So we pull out. our enemies see this for weakness, and I have to agree with them. They become emboldened, and we see terrorist activities in America that we haven’t seen since 9/11. Maybe even the big one, a mushroom cloud over an American city.

What will the Left do with this? Admit they were wrong? Surely you jest. No, the Left will scream that it’s all Bush’s fault. If he hadn’t prodded and provoked these followers of the Religion of Peace, they wouldn’t have felt they had to resort to the murders of thousands of non-combatants.

Global warming? That one’s easy. I heard the key phrase several times in the statements about the inevitability of global warming, that one of the signs of global warming would be weather extremes. So if the northern half of the country suffers under record cold and snow, that, too, is a sign that the lefty-libs are right about global warming, too.

Vietnamese Fresh Spring Rolls

Okay, it’s been a while since I posted a recipe, so here we go…

This one is great. Vietnamese? No, I didn’t do Viet Nam. I did Korea instead, but around here we have quite a contingent of Vietnamese beneficiaries of the “Give Peace a Chance” bunch, people who fled Viet Nam as it fell to the commies. The vast majority of these people are hard-working, and naturally there are some foods that are entering the local restaurant scene.

These fresh spring rolls are one of my favorites. When they say “spring”, they mean it. These things are the same as sticking a bit of springtime into your mouth. They’re delicious.

Trust me on this one.

INGREDIENTS
(for the spring rolls)
2 ounces rice noodles ( these are thin and translucent. If you can’t find them in a local oriental food store or a well-stocked ethnic section of your big chain supermarket, they’re easily obtainable from several vendors on the internet.)

8 rice wrappers (8.5 inch diameter) (same comment as for the rice noodles. )

8 large cooked shrimp – peeled, deveined and cut in half (you can buy big frozen ones. Trouble is, they’re curled. If you use fresh shrimp, straighten each one out on a bamboo skewer so it cooks straight. They’ll work better in assembling your rolls.)

1 1/3 tablespoons chopped fresh Thai basil (or plain fresh basil. Oh, yeah, I walked out to my herb garden and picked a few leaves,each at the peak of its development… No, you can buy these at the local supermarket.)

3 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro (cilantro is also a key ingredient in Mexican cooking, and finding it fresh is as easy as a trip to the big supermarket also)

2 leaves lettuce, chopped ( I used iceberg, and took the greenest sections of the outer leaves.)

DIRECTIONS

Bring a medium saucepan of water to boil. Boil rice noodles 3 to 5 minutes, or until al dente, and drain.

Fill a large pan with warm water. Dip a wrapper into the hot water for a second or so to soften. Lay wrapper flat. In a row across the center, place 2 shrimp halves, a handful of vermicelli, basil, cilantro and lettuce, leaving about 2 inches uncovered on each side. Fold uncovered sides inward, then tightly roll the wrapper, beginning at the end with the lettuce. Repeat with remaining ingredients.

Now you’ll need a dipping sauce. Same well-stocked grocery. Look on the shelf in the oriental foods section for “hoisin sauce.” Get a bottle. And some peanuts. And some pepper-garlic sauce. I like the Sriracha variety.

In a bowl, dump a third cup of hoisin sauce and and cut it with a couple of tablespoons of water. Stir until combined.

PRESENTATION

Each person gets a little bowl with the dipping sauce. Top the sauce off with crushed peanuts. Add a dollop of hot sauce. put it on a plate with a couple of the fresh spring rolls.

Dip. Eat. Be happy.

The Name Game LXIV

This morning was one of those PERFECT DAYS that show up in southwest Louisiana from time to time: woke up to low in the low thirties, but to a sky so clear and blue that it almost hurts to look at it, and the temperature started warming up with the rising sun, headed for the mid fifties. Just beautiful.

I looked through the morning papers and I find that we have two hospitals reporting births this week, a total of 55 births, 23 to unwed parents, and seven of the new mommies decided that there wasn’t a good reason to put down a daddy’s name, reasons like “I don’t know who he is…”

Miss Ashley M. had a baby boy and she tagged him with Kaigen Ford, apparently in honor of the place he was conceived… Duuno where in he** “Kaigen” comes from, though.

Melinda F. and David P. have a new son, and they celebrated their love of the letter “y” by naming him Haydn Wylde.

Miss Janice L. pops out her new son Jamarcus Christopher. It is a sad commentary on the cntent of this weekly feature that I almost don’t find “Jamarcus” odd enough to be notable any more…

Raymond and Angela M. decided that their new daughter wasn’t going to be limited by only two given names, so they gave her three: Payton Lee Ann.

So did Harold B. and Roxanne L., tagging their new son with Harold James Bradley.

Thomas B. and Nadyia A. drop their new son on us, little Jonavon Jyles. Give ’em points for rhythm.

Willie T. and Bridgett R. present their new daughter, little Kynleaigh Alexis. Seems to me tha tthatye could have worked a “U” into that first name to cover ALL the vowels.

Arnesia H. has a new daughter, too, and she’s gonna go through life as Spiritual Brenae.

Rufus P. and Katrina P. (different last names) have a new daughter, and they get on the Nevaeh bandwagon with little Nevaeh Michelle.

Shane and Tammy C. bring us their new son, Kohen Robert. I knew a couple of Cohens in the army, but that was their LAST name…

Darre M. & Lashondra J. have a new daughter, cutely named Laci Luv… Sounds like a line of revealing lingerie in an adult novelty store…

Here I was, thinking it pretentious to have three given names, and along comes Leland E. and Kerri T. and their new daughter, little Lia Ella-Edna Grace. Three names in a row ending in “a” is a mouthful.

Chad P. and Tara S. reach into a deep recess of their minds to come up with Nadjia Noelle.

And this week we do have a name that is deserved of the special note as “Name of the Week”. And that would be Jamie & Denise S. have a new baby girl, and they provide her with an early boost in life by hanging her with a truly memorable name. We present you with little Jamiyah De-Asia A’onna. Now, don’t you just KNOW you’ll be seeing her high up in the organizational charts?