But it’s news: Covid-19 pandemic, ballot fraud or not, “peaceful” riots going on or maybe stopped, entire cities closed down or maybe just not open and what does CNN report on? The BBC is “investigating” the 1995 Princess Di interview. Huh? Come on man, 25 years later. At this point, what difference does it make?

If you laugh, you’re going to hell: A group of Thai beauty queens made a splash at a photo shoot in Chiang Mai after the bridge they were posing on gave way. The fall sent 30 hopefuls for the Miss Thailand title plunging into a filthy pond on Monday. The moment was caught on film, showing the women in matching outfits, sun hats and face shields smiling and waving before the bridge collapsed, prompting screams.  I watched the recording; I’m going to hell.

Piker : Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer is expected to announce a short-term extension to the health department’s epidemic order aimed at slowing the spread of the coronavirus. Hawaii governor Ige is on his 16^th Emergency Proclamation. 16^th. “….to provide relief for disaster damages, losses, and suffering, and to protect the health, safety, and welfare of the people….” Yada Yada Yada Yeah. Sure. You bet. What chu talking about Willis?

Did I miss something: John Kerry, who owns like 6 houses, dozens of SUV’s and 3 private jets, is going to be the “climate change czar”. So I should listen to him tell me to drive less, keep my thermostat low, and watch “my” carbon emissions? I don’t think so.

Too much time: Did you know Amazon has “weird stuff” pages? Also canned rattlesnake, python jerky, and gator meat, Florida or Georgia, your choice.

Swalwell and the Chinese : There’s an old story about how the British military used to handle these  sort of things. A young lieutenant was caught using the “officer’s mess” funds to gamble. The young man was taken to a back room by the Regimental Sgt. Major.  There he was handed a revolver with one bullet and told, “Do the right thing lad.” Mr. Swalwell, do the right thing.

Hilo this weekend. Lawn. Hedge. Roses. That kind of stuff, nothing weird.

Which is the real news story: “A Massachusetts man serving a 26-year-long sentence for plotting to cannibalize children in his homemade torture dungeon is asking for compassionate release over fears of contracting COVID-19.” Or, “At least two discernable fart-like sounds were caught on video as President Donald Trump’s campaign attorney and former New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani spoke to Michigan’s House Oversight Committee.” It’s a trick question, they’re both real “news” stories.

Anybody want to bet Uncle Joe’s recent “injury” is the beginning of his end?

This is my surprised face: Ex-Police Chief Louis Kealoha, sentenced to seven years behind bars for his role in an elaborate corruption scandal, owes Honolulu taxpayers $250,000. The city has sent Kealoha a letter asking him to voluntarily pay the $250,000 back. It appears Kealoha has not responded.

I’ve seen this show: I know, let’s make them wear an armband. Americans will receive a ‘vaccination card’ showing they’ve taken the COVID-19 shot, raising the prospect that airlines and venues could refuse service to those who are not immunized. (Infowars)

What we’ll face for the next 4 years: Animal psychic says Biden’s dogs say he’ll be a good president.

News to me: Since nobody is reporting on them, I guess the “peaceful protests” are all done.

Single Digit Salute: To that guy, who every morning, including Saturday, gets in his truck, at 5:15 am, puts the truck into reverse, and sits there while his gods damned back-up alarm beeps for 15 minutes. To you sir, .!.. slaute.

Sad Good-bye: David L. Lander, the actor best known for portraying the character of ‘Squiggy’ on the popular 1970s ABC sitcom “Laverne & Shirley,” has passed away at age 73, after a long battle with multiple sclerosis. His talent, and courage will be missed.

Chicago scorecard for the weekend; 40 shoot, 6 dead. Work on your aim fella’s.

WTF: Breakdancing has been added as an Olympic sport for the 2024 games being held in Paris. The decision was confirmed by the International Olympic Committee on Monday. Other newly added sports include skateboarding, sport climbing and surfing, all of which will debut at the delayed Olympics in Tokyo in 2021. If I remember correctly, the Olympics’ originally were a non-lethal competition between “warriors”. Instead of battles, they had contests. I don’t remember any battles being settled by break dancing or skateboards.

I have an idea: You want to do something in Congress? How about you write a bill, that says everything in any purposed bill, that spends taxpayer money, has to have something to do with the bill. You know, like if it’s a “roadway bill”, we don’t include payments for the Kennedy Center, if it’s an “aid bill”, it doesn’t include money for planned parenthood. Or maybe we don’t include “big tech” protections included in a “military spending” bill. You know, make it match the act. What a concept.

It begins: With no prospect of Bill or Hillary Clinton resuming high office, one former key insider of the Clinton Machine is spilling his guts and telling very unflattering stories about the family business.  Doug Band, who began as a White House intern, moved on the become “body man” and then key aide, went on to mastermind the post-presidency enrichment of the Clintons and (not incidentally) himself.  Now he has unburdened himself from various sleazy secrets of the Clinton empire with a series of interviews that has resulted in long article in Vanity Fair authored by Gabriel Sherman.  I urge you to read the whole thing if you’ve got a strong stomach.

Just asking, Hilary: How long before one of the “voter fraud” whistleblowers has a “Clintonesque” accident? Or commits’ “arkancide”?

Sorry Daily Caller: I don’t care how great you think Liam Neeson’s new movie “The Marksman” is going to be. Neesons big mouth on how America has too many guns and how the government should take them all away turns me off. Then, when he shows his absolute hypocrisy by continuing to make movies where he continues to use guns to kill lots of people, it turns me off. Let’s just leave it at that. My blood pressure is high enough.

A sad Good-bye the the great Chuck Yeager. His accomplishments and firsts are just too long to mention. I remember some of them from my youth and service. His courage, service will be missed. Now, he sits at the table of Heros.

I found this at “Proof Positive blog”. It’s a little long, but well worth the read. It is well written and hits home right now. (http://proof-proofpositive.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2020-12-07T03:30:00-05:00&max-results=5)

A short story by Mary M. Isaacs

The coffee shop owner looked up as the door opened. When he saw who had come in, he grinned widely. “Hey, Nick, how’s it going?” and then he glanced at the clock on the wall. “You just barely made it on time! I was about to lock up.”

The young man walked to the counter. “Sorry, Mr. Collins, but I was kept late at work. I’m glad you’re still open. How many were turned in today?”

The owner opened the cash register. From underneath the till he pulled out several laminated red cards. “Eight, Nick,” as he handed them over. “All coffee drinkers this time. Pretty nice guys, too—they all said to tell you ‘thanks.’ Oh, and I wiped those down for you.”

“Eight?” replied the young man. “There should be a couple more. I wonder where they are? I hope those guys are okay…” He looked worried.

“Maybe they’re saving them for some time special. Maybe they didn’t see them and left them behind. Maybe they got lost.” The coffee shop owner spoke cheerfully, trying to inject a positive note. “They’ll turn up, Nick.”

“Maybe so.” The young man took the cards and then rummaged in his pocket. “I hope I have enough to cover these, Mr. Collins. Payday isn’t until tomorrow.” And he started counting out bills onto the counter. The coffee shop owner watched the process anxiously.

The young man finished counting and looked up apologetically. “Gosh, Mr. Collins, I’m so sorry. There’s not enough to pay for them all. I should try to plan things out better. I guess I’m not very good at budgeting.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nick. I know you’re good for it.” The owner gathered up the money and put it away in the till. Then he shut the cash register drawer. “Are you going out again tonight?”

“Yes. It’s going to be extra cold overnight, the weatherman says. They’ll need something to warm them up in the morning.”

“Well, then, you’ll need something too. I’ll make you a hot chocolate. You can pay me tomorrow.” The coffee shop owner started fixing a hot drink for the young man.

“Thank you, Mr. Collins. And don’t forget to let me know if you need some extra cleaning done before I come in Saturday morning.”

The coffee shop owner nodded and then handed over the hot chocolate. The young man took it to one of the small tables, sat down, and opened his shoulder pack. Out of it he pulled several envelopes. He put one of the red cards in each of the envelopes, sealed it, and wrote a few words on the front. Then he put the small stack of envelopes in his jacket pocket. After he finished, he took a little time to enjoy his hot chocolate, looking around the little coffee shop he knew so well. Where should he go tonight, he wondered. He’d already been downtown a couple of times recently. Maybe one of the freeway overpasses? Yeah, that would be good. Maybe a couple of the overpasses. There were some out-of-the-way places there, sheltered places for someone sleeping outside all night.

He gradually realized that the owner was putting things away for the night. The young man got up and helped him to wash the tables and stack the chairs. Afterwards, as he slung on his shoulder pack and was getting ready to leave, the coffee shop owner called him over to the display counter.

“Pick out a couple of doughnuts for the road, Nick—on the house.”

“But I already owe you for the chocolate and some of the extra coupons, Mr. Collins.”

“You need energy for this job, Nick! Here—this is your favorite kind, isn’t it?” He put two oversized jelly doughnuts into a bag. “Take a couple of napkins, too, for spilled jelly.”

“Yeah, I know–it always gets all over my chin,” the young man laughed. “Thanks, Mr. Collins.”

“Happy distributing, Nick—stay safe!”

The owner walked to the door with the young man, clapped him on the shoulder, and then locked the door after him. He watched the young man through the glass door as he walked away into the fading light. That Nick! He sure is something! Then he turned around to finish closing up.

…………………….

Early the next morning, the coffee shop owner was busy setting things up for the day. He opened the big boxes of doughnuts that had just been delivered and looked with satisfaction at the tempting contents. He put a couple of jelly doughnuts aside and then filled the pastry trays in the display cabinet.

Just as he finished setting out the doughnuts, a man came into the shop. He was dressed in a business suit and had the air of being a little out of his element. In spite of that, he walked up to the counter expectantly.

“May I help you?” asked the shop owner.

“Well, I hope so,” the businessman said. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a red card.

The owner’s eyebrows shot up and he looked startled. “Are you turning this in?”

“Turning it in?” The businessman looked puzzled for a moment. “Oh! no. No, I’m not here for…” and he read aloud what was printed on the card. “ ‘A free hot drink of your choice and two doughnuts at Collins’ Café’ .“ He looked up at the shop owner as he handed over the card. “I found this on the street where I usually park my car. Someone dropped it, I imagine. Looked interesting, well-designed, so I thought I’d come and ask about it. Is this some kind of promotion?”

“No, it’s not a promotion.”

“Well, why do you give these out?”

“I don’t give these out.”

“But it’s from your shop! You have to know how people get these! Is this some kind of scam?”

“No, it’s not a scam!” the coffee shop owner answered heatedly. Then he looked at the businessman for a while, trying to decide how much to explain. Finally, something about the man’s demeanor helped him make up his mind. “Okay, there’s this young guy, see? I’ve known him since he was a kid. Used to come here with his mama—he liked the jelly doughnuts.” The owner laughed. “He’d pick out the goopiest one, and always got the jelly all over his face.” He stopped, lost in memories.

“He’s not a kid any more, is he?” prompted the businessman.

The shop owner shook himself back to the present. “No, he’s grown up now— well, not too grown up! He still lives here, he has a job, and he still likes jelly doughnuts. Anyway, he came in one day with this idea… He saw guys sleeping outdoors all night and it made him feel bad. He knew he couldn’t do much to help but figured out a way to do something nice for them. He made up one of these cards—the coupon you brought in?—and asked me if I’d honor them. He’d pay me for every coupon that was turned in, and he said he’d come in once a week and do extra cleaning. He figured that the guys might not be the cleanest in the world—not their fault!—and as the whole thing was his idea, he didn’t want me to have to do more cleaning. So that’s what it is. He distributes the coupons, the guys bring them in, and they get doughnuts and a hot drink.”

“Quite a set-up,” said the businessman.

“Yeah, Ni—,” the coffee shop owner caught himself. “He’s pretty smart. Well, thanks for bringing in the coupon. He’ll be glad to know it was just lost. He knows exactly how many he gives out, and it bothers him when some are missing. He worries about the guys he gives them to. Hey, how about a cup of coffee on the house? As an appreciation for bringing in the coupon.”

“A cup of black coffee would be fine, thank you. I have a few minutes before I have to be at work.”

“Go ahead and sit down anywhere. I’ll bring it to you.”

The businessman walked over to a small table by a window. He sat down and looked around the shop. It was small but home-y. He liked being there and wondered why that was. There was nothing special about the furnishings or the décor, but there was just—something. It was just a nice place.

The owner came to the table with a large cup of coffee. “Black, like you wanted. But if you change your mind, there’s cream and sugar on that shelf there.” After setting down the cup, the owner turned to go back to work—but his eye was caught by movement outside the glass door. Someone was standing there, looking at something he held in his hand; something red.

The coffee shop owner strode to the door and opened it. “Hey, is that one of our coupons? Come on inside!” He held the door open and ushered the man in, almost by sheer strength of will. “Would you like some coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate? Here, put your stuff down at this table and come pick out your doughnuts. There’s a lot to choose from this morning—not too many customers yet!”

The man went over to a table and set down a backpack and bedroll. Then he met the coffee shop owner at the counter and handed him the red card. “I found this on the ground beside me when I woke up this morning.”

“Just passing through?” The owner asked.

“No, I live here. Well, here and there…”

“I understand, man. I see your bedroll. Coffee?’’ The homeless man nodded in reply. “Which doughnuts would you like?” The owner filled a large coffee cup as he spoke.

The man looked at the doughnuts. “These all look really good. I can have any two I want?”

“Sure,” the owner said, “anything you like.”

After a few moments’ deliberation, the homeless man indicated two bars— maple- and chocolate-covered.

“Good choices!” said the owner, as he put them on a plate and handed it over the display cabinet. “And here’s your coffee. Cream and sugar are over there,” he indicated the shelf.

The homeless man took his doughnuts to the table, set the plate down, and walked over for cream and sugar. He then sat down and began on one of the doughnuts.

The shop owner continued to set up for the day. He brought plates and cups out of a small kitchenette behind the counter and stacked them, ready for use. He refilled utensil containers and wiped down the serving area. From time to time he glanced at the two men in the shop; after a while he took the coffee pot to offer refills. The businessman accepted more coffee, and then the owner went to the other occupied table. He saw with satisfaction that one of the doughnuts was gone. “Good doughnuts, right?” he said, and held up the pot. The homeless man nodded and pushed his cup over for the refill.

As the owner poured more coffee, the homeless man asked, “Who does this? The coupons, I mean. Is it you?” The coffee shop owner shook his head. “Then who does it?”

“Sorry, man, I can’t tell you that. But he’s a good guy.”

“Yeah,” the homeless man took a drink of his coffee. “A really good guy.”

The shop owner returned to the counter and busied himself between there and the kitchenette. The businessman sipped at his coffee and alternated between watching the homeless man and watching the owner. The homeless man ate the second doughnut and drank his coffee. It was quiet and peaceful in the shop.

When he had finished, the homeless man brought his cup and plate to the counter and then returned to the table and started to gather up his things.

“Wait,” the shop owner called over to him. “You get a takeout sandwich, too.” And he started pulling supplies out of a refrigerator.

“I do?” the homeless man was surprised. The businessman shifted in his seat and took another drink of his coffee, watching over the rim of the cup.

“Sure—what kind would you like? Turkey? Ham? Roast beef?”

“Wow—roast beef would be great, thank you.”

“Whole wheat or white bread? And all the fixings?”

“White bread, please. And lettuce and tomato, if that’s okay.”

“Cheddar cheese?”

The homeless man nodded and then looked around him. The coffee shop owner pointed to the far corner of the shop. “Bathroom’s over there. This’ll be ready for you in a jiffy.”

As the man went towards the bathroom, the shop owner continued to prepare a big sandwich. He also wrapped up a large dill pickle and got a small bottle of water from the refrigerator. He put all the items into a paper bag. The businessman watched silently.

After finishing, the owner walked to the end of the counter and leaned over some equipment. All of a sudden, soft Christmas music began to play. At the same time, the homeless man returned from the bathroom and put on his backpack. He stopped and listened for a moment, and then said, “That’s right—Christmas is coming soon.”

The coffee shop owner walked over with the bag. “Here’s your sandwich. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I will, thank you!” The homeless man smiled and took the bag. “And please thank that guy who gave me the coupon.” He then picked up his bedroll and left the shop.

The owner walked to the door to watch him go. Then he got a wet rag and cleaned off the table where the man had been sitting, and straightened the chairs. When he finished that, he returned to the counter and started clearing away the sandwich makings. When he finally turned around, the businessman was at the counter looking at him.

“Would you like anything else? Coffee refill? A doughnut maybe?” the owner asked.

“A sandwich isn’t on the coupon,” the businessman said, matter-of-factly.

The coffee shop owner shrugged. “It’s just part of the deal.”

“I don’t think so. That’s all you, isn’t it? Your contribution. Does the other guy know about that?”

“No, he doesn’t–and he’s not going to know! I’m just paying it forward. The other guy, he’s the one. It was all his idea, right from the start. HE goes out at night and gives out the coupons. HE knows where the homeless folks are. HE comes in here and does extra cleaning, just in case the coupon guys track in dirt or whatever. He does all the work. But I’ve seen how it makes people happy, so–I just wanted to help.”

“Me, too,” said the businessman, and he pulled a wallet from his back pocket. He took out a bill and handed it to the café owner. “Here—sandwiches for the next few coupons that are redeemed. My treat.” Then he turned and walked out the door.

The shop owner watched him go, in surprise, and then finally looked at what he held in his hand. It was a hundred-dollar bill.

He stared at it for a few moments, and then grinned widely. That Nick! His idea just keeps getting bigger and better! He put the bill and the red card into the cash register and went to clean the table by the window. The Christmas music continued playing as the owner hummed along.

Hey, let’s all pass it forward.

Only goes one way: A member of an “Outlaw Motorcycle Club” commits a crime in Nevada. Another member of the same club commits a crime in Hawaii. These two guys don’t even know each other. Under the U.S. Federal RICCO laws, ALL club members, in ALL states can, and have been, arrested and charged with violation of the “Racketeering Influenced Corrupt Criminal Organization” act. Shouldn’t members of the Democrat party be arrested and charged? But there is no “widespread” voter fraud.

It’s different now: On May 9, 2019 Alyssa Milano said she intended to honor the film production boycott of Georgia that she and dozens of other celebrities petitioned for after the state’s governor signed the controversial “heartbeat” abortion restriction into law.  Now. Milano, who led the call to boycott Georgia, is there to sway the electorate. “We need you, Georgia” and “it’s so important to elect Ossoff & Warnock,” she tweeted.

If he, decides he is she, and she is married to her, does that make him a lesbian?

But it’s “peaceful protesting”: Protesters gathered outside Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti’s home Wednesday for the ninth consecutive day in an attempt to persuade President-elect Joe Biden not to appoint Garcetti to his cabinet. Black Lives Matter-Los Angeles and Ground Game LA have vowed to conduct a demonstration every day until Biden commits to not appointing Garcetti to the cabinet. Garcetti has repeatedly said he has not sought a position with the Biden administration. I’m waiting for the “peaceful looting reparations”.

Daily Beast headline: “The UFO Cult That Preached castration and Mass Suicide”. Where are they now? Actually, the article was behind a paywall so I didn’t read it, and I made up the question.

Right wing, left wing, they’re both part of the same buzzard.

Sometimes I’m ashamed of my species: A Russian YouTuber has been arrested for allegedly livestreaming a horrifying video in which his near-naked, pregnant girlfriend died after his viewers paid to see her abused. Stas Reeflay, 30, forced Valentina “Valya” Grigoryeva, 28, who was wearing only underwear, into the subzero cold after a viewer paid him $1,000 to carry out the sickening act. Reeflay  continued recording even after he realized that his girlfriend was “half dead” . In a previous broadcast, the boyfriend from hell, who receives online donations for his sick stunts, showered her with pepper spray, according to a news outlet. So this sick azz did demented things to his girlfriend because other people paid him to let them watch. Yes, she was stupid to stay, but he is just evil. You don’t see animals killing their mate for the pleasure of another. But humans are “advanced”. Horse pucky.

So Uncle Joe wants us to wear a mask for 100 days if he is inaugurated. Is that 100 days in addition to the 340 days we’ve already worn them, or do we get a break between?

“a day that will live in infamy”.

Today, I am at Pearl Harbor. Remember.

Got a load of one or two liners.

It’s a conspiracy: Trump witness; “Fraud witness also believes ghosts are haunting his family. Jesse Morgan became a mini-hero on the right after testifying about ballot fraud. His past claims are similarly dubious.” If you can’t attack the message, attack the messenger.

Remember what I said about “hypocrisy”: Well, San Francisco’s Board of Supervisors voted Tuesday to ban smoking in apartment buildings with three or more units. This is an effort to protect residents from secondhand smoke, and extends the existing ban on smoking in common spaces like stairwells to inside apartments and condos. Medical and recreational marijuana use would not be banned under the ordinance.

To the president elect’s “Surgeon General pick: Hey dummy, “guns” are not a “public health issue”.

To the “president-elect”: No Joe, wearing a mask is not the same as going into battle in WW II or Korea.

Movie suggestion: Lots of people talking about Ron Howard’s “Hillbilly Eulogy”. If I may, I highly suggest you watch “Winter’s Bone” as well.

Just asking: Who the hell names their restaurant “French Laundry”?

Personal note: On a Sunday, the first Sunday, in 1976 I straddled a stretched out, rigid-framed customized H-D Sportster, strapped a couple of teddy dears to the girder front end, and took part in my first Street Bikers United, Toys For Tots parade. We had maybe 150 riders, but man it felt good. In 1996, on the first Sunday in December, as SBU president, I led 2,000 bikers through Waikiki and we filled 3 USMC “duce and a half” trucks with toys. This year, there was no parade. I am sad.

There are sworn statements of eye witness’ stating they saw ballots being thrown away and not counted, ballots that appeared to be “xerox” copies, truck drivers delivering “ballots” to three different states, pictures of people given “prizes” for voting, dozens of absentee military ballots all with a 1/1/1900 dob, repeated claims of persons dead having cast ballots, curious “spikes” in ballots being counted between the same specific time frames in multiple locations, hundreds of thousands of ballots that were only for the presidential election, and statistical anomalies too large to be explained.

These would appear to be criminal acts and as such would be investigated. The United States Attorney General has declared the was “no voter fraud”.

There is no voter fraud.  So basically Bill Barr, head of the Department of “Justice”, is saying  these hundreds of people who have filed these sworn affidavits and given committee testimony alleging vote fraud, are all liars and should be charged with perjury. We’ll wait.

Free Fall

I was working as an “in-house” investigator for a well-known local attorney when one day, a Thursday, he announced that he and two of his friends were going sky diving on Saturday. Did I want to join them?

I did. So that Saturday my girlfriend and I joined them and by the end of the day everyone had made their first sky dive jump. These were all “singles” not tandems. That meant we spent the entire day learning the rights and wrongs before making our jumps in the afternoon.

Jump Hawaii was the child of Byron Black, a retired U.S.Air Force pilot, graduate of Texas A&M, and an all-around nice guy.

In fact, the entire Black family was involved. Sons Danny and Bobby we the co-pilots, jump trainers, chute packers and ground radio operators. Byron’s wife Tess handled the books, the ads, and all the assorted paperwork.

There really wasn’t enough jump business so during the week Byron and the boy’s would fly in search of schools of fish and then direct the fishing boats to the catch. It paid the bills. And they were all happy doing what they loved.

I made a number of jumps with Byron and the group, sometimes spending the entire weekend jumping and camping out. It was great. And the regular jumpers all had biker like nicknames; Big Ugly, Aquaman, Moriarity, and Whitney.

What held all these diverse people together was the love of the freedom of the sky. They respected each other and partied as hard as any group of men and women I’ve ever known.

It was December 5, 1981, when this took place. I had been re-instated in the Police Department, just in time for the Holiday’s. I’d been working a little overtime from the day watch, so I got home just in time to catch the 10 o’clock news. I sat there in shock and not wanting the news to be true.

The “twin Beechcraft” airplane belonging to jump Hawaii, with eleven jumpers, a pilot and co-pilot aboard, had been scheduled to to fly over the Honolulu Stadium during a football game half time , the sky divers would jump, and land in the field waving flags and doing sky diver acrobatics. Something had gone horribly wrong.

According to witnesses, while making a climbing turn, the plane suddenly started to spin, turning nose down, and had crashed into Pearl Harbor. In had crashed into the shallows, less than 5 feet of water and just yards from the Arizona memorial. Only one jumper had managed to get out, everyone else had died.

Byron’s wife Tess was sitting in the stadium announcer’s booth and had watched the plane go down. She could see it almost all the way down. She watched as twelve jumpers, friends, and loved ones were gone in minutes. Then someone spotted the one open chute coming down.

The night watch on the U.S. ships in Pearl Harbor sounded “General Quarters” and then had launched rescue boats as soon as it became known what had happened. They rescued the one jumper that managed to get out. He was suffering from multiple leg fractures from where the tail section of the spinning aircraft  had struck his leg as he jumped from the open door.

He was also killed in a skydiving accident less then two years later. Guilt? I hope  not.

For her 40^th birthday, I took Julie to Dillingham Air Field and showed her the big rock with the names engraved in the honor of those jumpers.

I told her the whole story and then she made her 1^st jump. I told you, she’s way tough.

A couple years later, we took our son and daughter out there. I again told the story, and then they made their jumps. Like their mom, tough.

There is much more sadness surrounding this story, but this is enough.

Sad Good-byes: Ben Bova, 88. One of the last “classic” sci-fi authors. He wrote over 100 books, edited numerous sci-fi magazines, and mentored new authors. I remember that his works were some of the earliest I read. His talent and vision will be missed. And to World Wrestling superstar Pat Patterson, 79. Inducted into the “Hall of Fame” in 1996 Patterson is considered the first openly gay professional wrestler in a career spanning 6 decades.

If it wasn’t for hypocrisy, politicians wouldn’t be consistent on anything.

Single digit salute: Haven’t awarded one for a while, but I got to give one to “Slate” for their referring to the First lady as a “Famed Christmas Witch Melania Trump”. I am so tired of the national media disrespect shown FLOTUS. To Slade, its editor and writer, I say,    .!..    salute.

How embarrassing: In Hungary, a noted anti-gay lawmaker was caught naked, sliding down a drainpipe, trying to escape a police raid on what was described as a 25-man orgy in Brussels. In true politician manner, Jozsef Szajer, a 59-year-old MEP who represented Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban’s ruling Fidesz party, apologized in a statement Tuesday for breaching restrictions meant to combat the spread of COVID-19. See entry #2.

Time to heal: You lazy, gun loving, bible thumping, troglodytes. How do we show healing?  By having activists place body bags with anti-Trump messages outside the homes of several Republican senators. But you know, healing.

In Honolulu this weekend, doing laundry, cleaning floors, …oh and drinking. Enjoy Saturday Story and Sunday Rant.