It’s possible

After getting the chores done while having another cup of
coffee, my mind wandered off again. Nothing new there, but
this time it came back with an interesting take on the
climate change crazies.

What if our climate is changing, but not because of the
politically correct greenhouse gases? What if the very
solution to the problem, is the problem? What if the
climate change Al Gore and others have been predicting
forever is their fault?

It could be the wind turbines that are slicing and dicing
the bald eagles are causing a shift in our wind patterns
thus blowing things places they have never been before.
After all, there is now a lot wind where there used to be
none.

Then we have the exalted by the climate change movement
solar panels. Seems to me that when the sun is hitting
these pieces of glass and plastic it would have to bounce
off and produce heat. The ozone layer won’t let the added
man-made heat escape so we have a hot time in the city.

Add to that the fact that it’s an election year and all
the candidates’ speeches, the media verbally discussing
said speeches, then all the rebuttals put that much more
hot air into our atmosphere.

Yet Obama wants to add another tax to gasoline because it
is the culprit? If we run out of energy it won’t be because
of gasoline, our air conditioners, or refrigerators. It
will be because the wind turbines quit turning, as the solar
panels and the “green” power plants can’t keep up with
demand like the old ones did.
Comments are always welcome.

Politically incorrect Sunday snicker

Proof that Jesus was Jewish:

1. He went into his father’s business.

2. He lived at home until the age of 33.

3. He was sure his mother was a virgin, and
his mother was sure he was God.

Proof that Jesus was Irish:

1. He never got married.

2. He was always telling stories.

3. He loved green pastures.

Proof that Jesus was Puerto Rican:

1. His first name was Jesus.

2. He was bilingual.

3. He was harassed by the authorities.

Proof that Jesus was Italian:

1. He talked with his hands.

2. He had wine with every meal.

3. He worked in the building trade.

Proof that Jesus was Black:

1. He called everybody “brother.”

2. He liked gospel.

3. He couldn’t get a fair trial.

Snow jobs

If you believe corrupt government officials are the new
kids on the block you haven’t kept up on your history. A
recent article about marijuana laws changing in Illinois
got me thinking. I knew marijuana used to be legal as was
cocaine, but was the change due to a public outcry or
something else?

Marijuana was banned in the 1930s and not for reasons you
might think. There were no public outrage, or numerous
deaths involving the substance. It all goes back to one
government official who actually thought pot was harmless.

In a tale that proves fact is stranger than fiction, the
blame can be put on the shoulders of Mr. Harry Anslinger.
Who was he you ask? He was the man put in charge of the
Department of Prohibition in our nations capital.

The 18th Amendment to our Constitution established the
prohibition of alcoholic beverages for those who don’t
know, and it took effect on January 16, 1920. Said
Amendment was repealed in 1933 with the passage of the
21st Amendment.

Prohibition was an utter failure, people still drank, and
gangsters got rich. What does this have to do with Mr.
Angslinger you ask? Well if there was no prohibition of
alcohol, or something, Mr. Anslinger wouldn’t have a job.

Suddenly he claimed if you smoked pot you fell into a
delirious rage, got errotic dreams, lost the power of
cognitive thought, and finally went insane. They did do a
scientific study with 30 scientists, but 29 of them agreed
marijuana was harmless.

Like any corrupt official, Mr. Anslinger did the only
thing he could do, He contacted the one scientist who said
marijuana did cause insanity and pushed him on the public.
Anslinger kept his job, marijuana is still illegal in most
of the civilized world, and it all started in Washington,
D.C.

If you don’t believe us, look it up. If you do believe it,
you shouldn’t be surprised by antics currently going on.
Comments are always welcome.

Summer weekend

Well the weekend is here and that means we are totally
blocked in the first part of the day so people can run the
Bix 7 road race. It only happens once a year and thousands
of runners enjoy the race so we don’t mind.

Yesterday a friend called while I was taking a break from
the yard work and asked if I wanted to go for coffee. So
after I had a shower we did go. But somewhere between
seeing if I wanted to go and stopping by the coffee changed
to ice cream. After a hot day doing yard work I had no
complaints.

So we got our treats and went outside to bask in the sun
while we talked a bit. The ice cream was almost as cold as
the sun was hot so we came back to our place to sit in the
air conditioning. As we were finishing our treats I showed
him my camera and the big zoom lens I hadn’t used yet and
we chatted some more. Said lens has a metal body and weighs
in at over 4 pounds.

Today I got to play with the lens a bit and as soon as I
figure it out we’ll put some pictures up taken with it.
Camera time was cut short by a passing rain shower and not
being sure what effect rain would have on a metal lens I
came inside to wipe the lens dry.

It is summer, some days get hot, and Hilary is still so
full of bull her eyes ought to be brown. Enjoy your week
end before Monday sneaks up on us.
Comments are always welcome.

Of Democrats and pelicans

Some may wonder how that anomaly came about, and if you
bear with me I’ll explain. Today as I was outside with my
camera looking for anything interesting to shoot, I saw the
biggest flock of American White Pelicans I’ve ever seen.

This was shortly after seeing Pelosi’s blub about non-
college educated white men being the problem with America
and the Democrat party. Now, the American White Pelican is
the second largest bird in America that can have a body
length of 5 feet 8 inches, a wingspan of 8 foot 4 inches,
and can weigh up to 30 pounds. The only bird here bigger
is the California Condor.

The fact that these large, plump birds can fly in huge
groups high enough to look like dots from the ground had
impressed me more than any Democrat at their convention.
The Democrats had to pay people to fill seats so their
agenda would seem more popular than it really is.

Pelicans must just hook up, agree to find an air current
and spread their wings. These majestic birds spend their
summers in Canada and winter in Mexico and the southern U.S.
That alone makes them smarter than myself because I summer
and winter right here in Iowa.

Democrats on the other hand tell us that the problem is
the police, guns, racism, Christianity, and we non-college
educated white males. They forget we are ones who built the
country, keep it running, protected it when asked, and pay
taxes like everyone else. For that reason, and several others.
I’ll watch the pelicans fly over when their in town and not
the politicians.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Enjoy the day,
the weekend starts tomorrow.
Comments are always welcome.

It’s a crazy country

I’m too pooped to pop and feel great about it. More got
done today than I thought possible and in another hour I
call it a day a lay the body horizontal.

And all the while I’ve been sweating something kept
reminding me about the travesty of calling the Democratic
National Convention the Democratic Convention. There is
nothing democratic about the Democrat Party.

Those of us who disagree with their agendas have been
called every name in the book and members of their own
party are thrown under the bus when it’s convienent. They
want our guns, they have almost gutted religious freedom,
while they demand we let our daughters and wives use public
rest rooms that may have men inside.

The truth will stand no matter how many lies are told to
counter it, you will not take our guns, and we will follow
our religions. Our children and spouses will be kept safe,
You would do well to remember the real reason the 2nd
Amendment was written and why is was the 2nd and not
10th or 12th.

The very name alone makes every person who attends this
current convention a hypocrite. You build a wall around the
outside perimeter of the event and another wall around the
podium while calling Trump racist for want to build a wall
along our souther borders. You claim voter I.D. is a racist
idea but require a photo I.D. to gain admission to your
event.

I’ll stay here with folks who have common sense, do what
they say they will, and aren’t afraid to tell you what they
think. You can have your convention.
Comments are always welcome.

There’s a convention going on?

Before we begin we’d like to mention that tomorrow is
National Korean War Veterans Armistice Day becaus we have
a sneaking suspicion that it will not be brought up at the
DNC convention nor mentioned in the liberal media covering
the same. Please remember that as of earlier this month we
have still have over 7,800 MIA from this war.

I do not know what goes on at these national conventions
because it has been my belief that that is where the heavy
duty bull shipping kicks in. The lies and the promises both
grow in number and people who normally stab each other in
the back, pat each other on the back and extoll their
candidates non-existant virtues.

It’s like a attending a Procrastinators Anonymous meeting
except people show up. We don’t need the syrupy sweet butt
kissing or the pre-planned outrage at opponents. Of course
in our technology addicted society one cannot completely
escape the event. Coverage and snippets are on the local
news, the radio stations, and the information highway.

The good Lord willing and I’m still around, I’d rather
just jump to the election and be done with it. The daily
polls and interviews are not watched in our house. To us
the answer is simple. Either you want the corruption in
government to continue or you will vote for the candidate
who is neither a career politician or a lawyer.
Comments are always welcome.

Another great day

We met a friend for lunch yesterday and when we returned
the pelicans were flying over. By the time I got in the
house and grabbed my camera this was the only shot I got
before they disappeared behind the trees.

Earlier the friend had snapped a picture on his phone and
soon the food came and I enjoyed another cheeseburger and
fries while he and the wife had their favorites only to
forget about said picture.

The cheeseburger was good, the company great, and when we
finished dining we said our goodbyes in the parking lot.
Later on the computer I noticed my friend had sent me an
email so I opened it. Imagine my surprise when I opened it
to find a picture of the wife and myself he had taken
earlier.

It looked to me like he took a picture of the wife so I
was staring off into the parking lot lost in thought when
he got the shot. I don’t like getting my picture took and
this picture shows why.

I told him, and the wife, that she looks like an average
mid-western housewife while I look like the local axe
murderer who just got out on parole. It is a good picture
our friend took, I only wish he would have gotten my good
side.

Yeah, I should have shaved, could have trimmed my
mustache, may need a haircut, and might have worn a shirt
that actually fits but I’m a work in progress.

That is why I photograph wildlife. Critters are pretty
predictable. If one is patient enough some critters will
even pose for you but you never get a bad shot.

We hope you’re enjoying you Monday, but if you’re not you
should be. Thanks for the idea Ghost.
Comments are always welcome.

Bonus snicker

Three guys die and end up at the gates of heaven, talking
to St. Peter.

“So,” St. Peter asks the first guy, “how many times did you
cheat on your wife?”

“None. I had a perfect marriage.”

“Great,” says Peter. “You get to cruise around heaven in
a Mercedes.

And you, how many times did you cheat on your wife?”

“Only twice, I think,” says the second guy.

“Okay. You get to cruise around heaven in a Cadillac.

And you, how many times did you cheat on your wife?”

“12 times. Maybe 13,” says the third guy.

“Okay,” says Peter. “You get a rusty Ford.”

Later that day, the guy in the Cadillac sees the guy
in the Mercedes crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just saw my wife.”

“So?”

“She was riding a skateboard.”

Sunday snicker

A Drunk man is stumbling through the woods totally drunk when
he comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the river. He
proceeds to walk into the water and subsequently bumps into
the preacher.

The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the
smell of alcohol whereupon he asks the drunk ‘Are you
ready to find Jesus?’

The drunk shouts ‘Yes I am!’

So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water. He
pulls him up and asks the drunk ‘Brother have you found
Jesus?’

The drunk replies ‘No I haven’t found Jesus.’

The preacher shocked at the answer dunks him into the
water again for a little longer. He again pulls him out
of the water and asks again ‘Have you found Jesus my brother?’

The drunk again answers ‘No I haven’t found Jesus!’

By this time the preacher is at his wits end and dunks the
drunk in the water again — but this time holds him down for
about 30 seconds and when he begins kicking his arms and legs
he pulls him up. The preacher again asks the drunk ‘For the
love of God have you found Jesus?’

(Are you ready for this????)

The drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says to
the preacher ‘Are you sure this is where he fell in?’