Stirring the Pot

 

Stirring the pot

The above was copied and posted on my Facebook page. I do many, “Stirring the pot”, posts. This one touched nerves. Over 45 thumbs, 29 comments, and one share so far and growing. (P)regressives and TDS sufferers make up most of the (vile and nasty) comments. Mission accomplished

Wolves

Wolves “saved” Yellowstone.

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This theme is used to support reintroduction of wolves and other predators elsewhere. The above short clip is only one of many, some hours long, fostering the idea.

Not so fast, L.L. Beaners

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 I believe people with a ranch/farm upbringing have a clearer idea of what works. Feral horses and burros, for instance, will reproduce until the land they inhabit won’t support their number.  Then they die of starvation. A memory from my youth is seeing a feral horse, dead of winter, leaning against a power pole because it was too weak to stand. No food was available on that winter range.

Outrage is futile, disgust remains

A Colorado specific rant. Blue Colorado voters eight years ago voted in (P)regressives to every state office. Now we are faced with eight more years of the worst Attorney General becoming Governor. An example of his diminished moral fiber is on display. Likely, he can’t even recognize his own hypocrisy.

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Can anybody be held responsible? Likely not, as one Christopher S.P. Gregory has found.

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David vs Goliath and Mr. Gregory’s sling may be too short.

Car Story

A story of driving while intoxicated.

After leaving my crazy twenties I stopped driving if I had consumed more than one drink. If the wife was sober she drove or we got a cab.

That ended one December night.

The area Isuzu representive was hosting a Christmas dinner in a Burien, WA restaurant banquet room. A nice dinner with open bottles of wine liberally distributed, the atmosphere was congenial but the room was too warm. As I sat there I kept helping myself to some white wine. When I walked out into the cold night air, I realized I was shit faced.

 Pre cell phone days meant calling my house from a pay phone. As a single custodial parent, I wanted one of my sons to come get me. Of course, being young men, they were out doing young men things.

I then made the decision to drive the 8.2 miles home. My ride was one of my $100 acquisitions, a 1970 Dodge 100 long bed step side that was an ex Hanford Nuclear Complex fleet vehicle. I can’t remember what the license plate belonged to but not the Dodge.

The fifteen minute drive home was done at exactly the speed limit with intense concentration to lane discipline and proper use of turn signals. I arrived home without incident greatly relieved and thankful traffic was light.

Yes, I did try to call a cab. Up to one hour wait.

 I kept that Dodge longer than most of my vehicles. Slant six, five speed, it was unusual. Civilian Dodge step sides were short beds and I don’t remember ever seeing one that was a five speed. Most were four speed only or three on the tree.

While one of the better engines ever offered, that slant six was prone to carbon buildup in the exhaust ports. The easy fix was to slowly pour water into the carb and let the steam clean out the carbon. Once the exhaust went from black to white you were done.

Poor people have poor ways.

As always, YMMV