Back To Work Tuesday Motes

Really: From PJ Media, “Democrats are in the middle of another impeachment inquiary during Coronavirus pandemic.” Really? Again? Nothing else to do? Oh, that’s right, they aren’t essential workers.

In my opinion: “Honor killings” have nothing to do with honor. Killing a female relative because of something perceived as dishonorable, is, in itself, a dishonorable action. The last real “HONOR KILLING” in America was in 1859 between United States Senator David C. Broderick, of California, and ex-Chief Justice David S. Terry, of the Supreme Court of California. After an exchange of .58 caliber pistol fire, Broderick fell wounded. It took 3 days for him to die. Both men were armed and fired at the same time. That was an “honorable” death. It is, to me, a shame we stopped making people pay the consequences for their words.

Even your body isn’t yours: Every adult in England is now an organ donor unless they explicitly inform the socialised National Health Service (NHS) that they object. The Organ Donation (Deemed Consent) Bill became law in March 2019, meaning that every adult of sound mind who lived in England at least one year before death is automatically considered an organ donor. Socialized medicine, yeah that’s the ticket. That’ll fix everything.

For me, not thee: Do I have to point out the hypocrisy of a television “journalist”, whose livelihood is derived from the 1st Amendment, demanding someone else’s 1st Amendment rights be stifled or canceled? Because she doesn’t like what the other has to say. SHE thinks it’s wrong, so she wants them deprived of their right to speak (text, tweet, post or whatever). If I may: noun: hypocrisy; plural noun: hypocrisies; the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s own behavior does not conform; pretense.

Love(Head)Line : “I had a threesome with my boy-friend and my best friend, now I’m in love with her”. Once upon a time that would have been an unusual consequence of the 3 thing. Now, not so much. I suggest you talk to him, maybe he would like to be a “throuple”.

Memorial Day

Candle Light Run

For many years I have attended the “Candle Light Run” to Punchbowl Cemetery. This was started by the VNV M/C and was the Sunday before Memorial Day.

I’d been going since the 1st one, was friends with most of the VNV, hell, I helped start the charter in Hawaii. The VNV brothers here all wear a pocket tab that says, in Hawaiian “The First to Stand”. Hawaii VNV members are the only ones to do so. That tab was the child of Bill “Fatchi” Fortini and me in 1985 or 1986.

The service in Punchbowl is always a little hard on me. I would think about all the friends I knew buried there, and other Military cemeteries around the nation. Often it was the only time of the year I’d see “Point man”, Leo.

Leo was a high school friend of mine, who went into the USMC the year after I enlisted in the Air Force. The problem is Leo “never came home”

But he was always there to greet me and call Julie “Honey girl”. God knows why, but she has never complained.

The major thing about the Sunday run is very few politicians show up. Since the year they asked a Hawaii Congresswoman to be speaker of honor, and the majority of the crowd stood and turned their backs to her , this was done is a matter of her stand on the VN war and her condemnation of the warriors, most politicians stay away.

There is also very little media coverage except to say “a bunch of hairy bearded guys with sleazy girlfriends, rode their really loud motorcycles in to Punchbowl. Now to the weather”.

So it’s a great run for those of us that will not forget. The “Missing Man” fly over is especially hard.

I don’t recall exactly the year but there was a good crowd the year this happened. Late 90’s perhaps.

Julie and I had ridden in by ourselves and talked with friends as they arrived. Everyone keeps their voices low there, it’s a respect thing. But even at a whisper 3-4 hundred people talking is loud. As usual there weren’t enough chairs, but a lot of the riders seemed to like to stand during the service. When you come in, or shortly after, ROTC cadets pass out candles (pushed through the bottom of wax paper cups to act as windshields) for the lighting ceremony after the speeches and before the fly over.

Julie and I had seats near the back rows, and next to us was a guy from “Indiana” who was on vacation and had come up to pay his respects. He was by himself that night. I say Indiana because he was wearing a “Viet Nam Veteran” baseball cap that had Indiana sewn on the back.

At the end, everyone shares flame to light the candles, 4 helicopters would enter Punchbowl flying low, the helicopters would be in a “V” formation, and as all the people on the ground raise their candles one chopper pulls out and away as the formation passes overhead. The Missing Man signifying those lost in battle.

I make no bones about my deep hatred for helicopters. I didn’t like ’em then, like ’em even less now. It’s mostly the damn sound that bothers me. A chopper over the house at night can set off nightmares. There is that much of a problem.

Normally, if I’m with Julie, the fly over is easier to handle. It’s not easy, just easier.

But this year was different. As the chopper pulled out, it was all I could do to keep it together. Then I looked at the guy from Indiana and recognized the stark terror and pain in his eyes. It was the same look I had. And the same tears.

Julie has a sixth sense about these things, or maybe she just reads me real good, because she was looking at him also.

Not really thinking, I took a step forward, put my arms around him, and I whispered, “You aren’t alone” Julie stepped up and we all held each other tight. Even after the formation had completed its fly over. Tears fell but nobody cared. We just held on.

I never got his name, never saw him again; I don’t know what he did, where he had been, or what caused his pain.

All I do know is for that moment, he knew he was not alone and neither was I. That’s enough.

Sunday Rant

During the lockdown I have managed to pay all my bills, keep food on the table, and pay for Julie’s med’s. I have not received a cent of “relief”. Yet, many are worried about helping the “undocumented” aliens and their families. “We must help them all”. Another name for undocumented is “illegal”. California, Washington, and others want to give them, the illegal aliens, relief money and help. People, what part of “ILLEGAL” is unclear? They are not supposed to be here. They are not American citizens so why are we giving them American tax money? And why the hell should I care about them? Okay, I’m a nice guy, and I do care about “the children”, but NOT at the cost of my family. Let’s take care of America, and American’s, first. Let’s get the country back on it’s feet. Let’s clear things up so I don’t have to carry 6 documents just to fly between islands or can go to a bar and talk with friends. Let’s open ALL the closed business’ and get those people back to work. FIRST. Let’s help the “mom and pop” stores that CAN’T open up because the lockdown destroyed their business and their life savings. Then let’s worry about “the children” and their “undocumented” parents.

Saturday Story

Jerry’s Good-bye

I spent most of one year with my folks in Las Vegas. It was the year before Pop died and when I found out my wife and mother cannot occupy the same house for very long.

It was a Sunday morning and I was sitting on Mom’s back lanai having some coffee when I noticed a single raven land on the top of the back wall/fence.

Seeing ravens was not unusual for the area, but seeing a single raven was sort of unusual. Normally they fly in groups. But there it was, a solo raven, sitting on the wall, looking at me, looking at him.

It was probably 2 or 3 minutes when 6 or 7 more ravens landed on the wall, but separate from that first one by several feet. There was some caw cawing, or whatever sound ravens make, and the group flew off. The single raven sat there for a moment, and then he too took flight and I could see him join the group.

At that moment the phone rang and my mom told me it was Julie. I answered and my wife tells me “Honey, Monarch Jerry was killed this morning. He was riding back to the clubhouse and slid on a metal plate on Dillingham Blvd. He hit a wire or something and they said he died at the scene. Dallas just called me.”

I took a moment, and then told her of the raven and what had just transpired. I then said, “I think that was Jerry saying Good-bye.”

A few months later I related this story to the Monarchs at their clubhouse. It got real drunk out that night.

Floating On Friday Motes

Not the right answer: I have spent a lot of my life chasing my dic around. A lot. There have been some stretches when I couldn’t get laid. In those times, I never blamed anyone but myself. Now there is a group that calls itself the “Ideologically Motivated Violent Extremist” (IMVE) movement commonly known as INCEL (involuntary celibate).” The incel movement is an online misogynist subculture of men fueled by a hatred of women, who the men believe are preventing them from having the sex they are entitled to.”(Buzzfeed) Entitled? I don’t think so bucko. The only thing a man is “entitled to”, is the breath in his lungs. So, now, you get this incel idiot in Toronto who decides his answer to “not getting any” is to go to a “massage parlor”. Not to get laid, but to use a sword (?) and kill one woman and injure 2 more. Not the answer. Not even close.

Don’t only read the headline: From the New York Post (Duh). “Missing, engaged couple were likely drinking,speeding before fatal wreck”. The lead would make you think they were “missing”. No, they are dead. They were found dead in the vehicle. They had been dead for 2 weeks before the police “found “them. Now the very last line in the article reveals the search started “due to a false ransom tip”. Seems that would lead to some serious questions.

Not news: The Navajo Nation is now reporting more coronavirus cases per capita than the states of New York and New Jersey, two of the hardest-hit areas in the country during the pandemic. You probably won’t see this reported much, after all, they’re just Indians.

Just Asking: How come, with all these Politicritters telling us we have to tighten our belt, cut back on our socializing with friends and family, and they will “probably” have to cut salaries for city and state and federal workers, how come none of them, start with cutting their salary? Just asking?

It’s “OZARK” that I’ve been watching. Sorry for the misspelling. And it’s really good.

Speaking of the way I’ve been spending my time, I’ve been reading the “Tales From The Gas Station” a “kindle” book. It is wickedly dark and extremely laugh out-loud funny. Great way to spend some time. I will read #2, it’s that good.

It’s Friday and I’m going home to Hilo for the 3-day weekend. Gonna spend some time loading some Bulleit and playing with the dogs. Instead of a Monday Mote, I’ve attached a “memory”. Stay safe and healthy.

It’s Thursday, That Means Motes

Not like Nessie: Video footage of the last known thylacine, or Tasmanian tiger, has been released by the National Film and Sound Archive of Australia (NFSA).In the 21-second clip the animal, named Benjamin, is prowling around his cage at Beaumaris Zoo in Hobart, Tasmania, in 1935. In the past few years there have been numerous sighting’s of the T.Tiger. There is a really really good movie with Willam DeFoe, “The Hunter”, from 2011. It is a wonderful vehicle to show DeFoe’s incredible talent, and it is centered around the search for the “last” Tasmanian Tiger. Highly recommend it.

Sad Good-bye: Chuck Taylor, one of the original Gunsite Instructors, has past. He was an outspoken advocate of the “modern” use of the pistol as well as journalist, teacher, and author. I have his books on my shelf right next the Cooper and Farnham. His skill will be missed.

It isn’t the same: Most states Governors have declared a “Pandemic State of Emergency” or some such. They have used this to deprive us, the citizens that elected them, of the rights granted under the Constitution of the United States. This is the law that supersedes all state law. One person protesting becomes a target. Many persons protesting become the force of law. Just remember what the government attacked first; the freedom to assemble, the freedom to pray, the freedom to run your business, the right to travel as you wish, and the freedom to own or purchase a firearm. Every single own of these is a “RIGHT” guaranteed and “protected” under the Constitution of the United States.

On the same topic: People are all upset when they are asked, by the store management, to wear a face mask, refuse to do so claiming it is their “right” because this is a “free country”. Yes, this is a free country, and you don’t have to wear a mask if you don’t want to, on “your ground.” But that store is not “your ground”, and they can make any stipulation they want, before they allow you in. See the “free” thing means you don’t have to shop there if you don’t want to follow their rules. Freedom of choice means you can walk away. It doesn’t mean you enforce your will on anyone else. You don’t want a mask fine. They don’t want to let you in, also fine. So when they turn you away, don’t post on FarceBook, or start claiming you’re a paratrooper, you have a medical condition that prohibits wearing a mask, and believe the earth is flat. Freedom goes BOTH ways.

Wednesday Motes For All

I gotta ask: Once again I have to state the obvious, you can shop at Walmart, you can shop at Costco, you can go to the beach, but you can’t go outside or to a bar. People, it’s not about safety, it’s about power and how to keep it.

A sad good Bye: During what many people have termed, “ the good old days”, tv was black and white, kids played outside until dark, and everyone loved “Leave It To Beaver”. “Wally”, the older boy, had a friend named “Eddie Haskell” that was the “smooth” character with bad ideas. Played by Ken Osmond, Eddie was the “Good morning Mrs. Cleaver and don’t you look nice today” guy. Osmond did other parts but was always tied to “Beaver”. In 1970 He joined the Los Angels Police Department. He suffered a gunshot, stooped by a ballistic vest, and other injuries and was medically retired in 1988. Osmond has past away at age 76, he is survived by his wife and two sons.

Going for it: Great weekend in Chicago. During the weekend they managed to shoot 38 people, 6 fatally.

Television: Been binge watching “Ozard”. Wow. Double-crossing the backstabbers while talking your way outta being stabbed in the back and having your toe nails pulled out by pliers. It’s not your old Justin Bateman. Really worth watching.

Just my observation: I started voting in 1967. I went to war in 1966. I’ve observed elections and campaigns, local and federal, since. Never, NEVER, in all these years have I seen a “former” president get as involved and vocal in politics, as Obama. Not Nixon, not Johnson, even Clinton has not been as loud and strident as Obama. I think those other “former” Presidents have enough to do after they left the office. Apparently, he doesn’t.

Not the same: Ms. Behar, President Trump has not sent millions, or actually any, people to gas chambers because of their faith. He has not caused the starvation of millions of people. So no, he is NOT literally like Hitler and Stalin. And I believe that literally everyone that uses the word “literally” have no idea what it means. Literally