Saturday, February 18, 2017

The King Close

No more politics.  For today only.

A young man I occasionally mentor was discussing ways to close a sale. Wanted an example so I told him the King and Bunny story.

Renton, WA once had an appliance story, “King and Bunny’s” owned by, strangely enough, by King and Bunny.

I needed to replace our kitchen stove, a cheap builder’s special that was a P.O.S. and an ongoing irritant to the S.O.

King had me landed on a replacement. I was being awkward and negotiating the lowest possible price.

King. “I’m only making $20 now! Can I at least go home tonight and tell Bunny I made us $20?"

Shortly, the range was in the back of my pickup. I had no idea I could be shamed so easily.

As a habit, I try to poke fun at myself because I am too intense and focused. My sister calls it over thinking. That also explains my blog title.

When everyone is laughing at you, join the laughter.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Leftists vs Tea Party Comparisons

The (P)regressives are now employing the tactics they deplored when the Tea Party Patriots used them. Plus, they are bragging about it.

There are some differences. Paid protesters?

A picture is worth what?

Astroturf vs grass roots?

Ah, probably preaching to the choir.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017


WSF is going off on rant. You have been warned.

Trying to make sense of the Gen. Flynn/Russia/Trump uproar.

President elect Trump made a mistake with Flynn by picking an “insider”. Many insiders don’t think the rules apply to them. Flynn compounds this by lying to VP Pence.

From the last days of the election on we have been hit almost hourly by “news” trying to tie President Trump to our historical enemy, Russia. Seems the Trump haters think they have a winning formula. Maybe so.

Let’s call it what it is, sophisticated blackmail. Trump is a threat to many rice bowls in the de facto Fifth Branch, the “Intelligence” community. How dare he question their positions and privileges?  Their first salvo was the ludicrous Moscow “hooker” story.

Many of these same Trump haters were the ones saying he would never be elected. Now they are trying to stage a coup. 

In President Trump’s case, there are no missing college transcripts, no questionable birth certificate, down low sex stories, questionable social security number and, very clearly, his wife isn’t a tranny. So, how do you blackmail him?

With all due respect to those patriots serving, the community as a whole hasn’t protected us from jack shit, hasn’t produced accurate intelligence, leaks all over the place, and is populated by undisciplined hacks and, channeling the late Col. Hackworth, perfumed princes. Further, for eight years the population of appointees of a weak, globalist president, who are not patriots, who are “what is good for me is great for the country”, and general fuck ups with the proper pedigree have terrible diluted the intelligence community IMO.

So what to do? Once again I say castrate them by pulling their security clearances. Leaks may not be traced to one individual but should be traced to a section. Suspend the clearances pending an investigation. Harsh? Yes. Witch hunt? Yes. Will it cripple our intelligences efforts? Well shit, what are we getting from them now?

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Bitching and Moaning - Airlines

The recent trip to visit the grandkids reminded me again of a prior employment that had two or more trips a month on airlines, and the relief felt when we parted.

Booked on American Airlines to Greenville, SC via Charlotte on a red eye flight. Transferred in Charlotte for an 18 minute flight to Greenville. Arrived at Concourse B, went out on Concourse E. Nice hike for a 72 year old fat man with bad knees (not the airline’s fault). Got on a dilapidated Canadair that had parts of the interior trim duct taped (at least they used colored tape approximately the color of the interior). Waited 35 minutes as they fussed around getting the door closed.

Return trip, nice newer Canadair. Again, Concourse E to Concourse  B. Got on board. 40 minutes delay. Captain told us the hydraulic systems had been ‘over serviced’ at a prior stop.

Finally got to DIA. Deplaned at the far end of Concourse A. Moving sidewalks not working. Arrived at baggage claim. The system jammed. Waited another thirty minutes for my bag (that cost me $25 to check).

I realize my trip was filled with minor inconveniences and many people have true horror stories.

My point is the whole experience of getting to the airport, getting through security, getting on the damn plane then getting off, and the terminal experience in general is a P.I.T.A.

One shout out. DIA Park is a new company. Super rates if you go online and prepay. Clean vans, 10 minutes from the terminal. Friendly, helpful employees that seem to enjoy their jobs. Just a tad off the beaten track but easy to find.

Saturday, February 11, 2017


If ever a pet has a fitting name, it is Loki. In my son's house, he is a god.

Story is he was my ex-wife's acquisition when she lived with them in Dugway, UT. She moved on but the cat stayed.

Despite my declaring I don't sleep with males, every time I woke up he would be on the bed.

He decided the keyboard of my laptop was the most desirable place to sleep when I was foolish enough to leave it on and open. Found myself looking at pages I didn't know existed.

Later today will return to Colorado. Wonder how long it will take to get all the cat hair out of my luggage? Loki's two reluctant subjects, Sasha and George, have made contributions. They didn't have decent sleeping quarters until my open duffle became available.

With four grandkids, three cats, and four dogs the tasks of hugs, tickles, petting, and flinging blasted felines off every surface is daunting. 

Then there is the matching witticisms with the daughter in law. A mismatch. Something like a recruit up against a brigade.

I need a vacation from my vacation.

Friday, February 10, 2017


Enroute back to the home base after a good grandkid fix. Hadn't seen them since they were at Ft. Carson when my son was being discharged. Being children, they have grown, shockingly so.

Their relocation to upstate South Carolina was (1) a better climate for my son's injuries and (2) a promised EMT job with someone he served with.

They found a nice 4 bedroom home with a swimming pool well within their means located in a nice neighborhood.
The local schools are among the best public schools in the state.

They have the usual family issues, school grades, etc. Does my heart good to see how well they are coping with life.

When my son was 16 he and I had a disagreement. He picked up a dining room chair and swung it. It didn't end well for him. The chair did break on my hard head. Fast forward to my visit. I'm sitting my over weight body on a dining room chair.

I accused him of waiting all these years to get even.

The parent in me hates to see my child dealing with the medical issues that led to his medical discharge. The father in me swells with pride watching this gutsy and courageous man keeping on keeping on. No, don't say the apple didn't fall far from the tree. I doubt I could do it.

Life isn't fair. The Army lost one of the best of the best, someone who stills wants to serve, while REMFs and Blue Falcon candidates stay in. Shit!

Certainly I can't let this much time elapse until I see them again.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Human Nature

A friend, Don Wendt,  replaced his water heater. What to do with the old useless water heater?

He placed it on the curb with a large sign, FOR SALE $100. Within hours it was stolen.