Contemplating A Trump Victory

Being a person of low character, a grudge holder, and of asymmetrical compassion, I am enjoying a mental image of what will happen after a Trump victory. Among others.

The angst of Establishment JEB! RINOs as they contemplate eating shit and sucking up.

The 1,000 “lawyers” employed by the Environmental Protection Agency polishing their resumes.

The sick feeling in the guts of (P)regressives as they contemplate the repudiation of their sacred “beliefs” by the majority of their fellow citizens.

The disbelief and denial of the American Mainstream Maggots (h/t BloviatingZeppelin) as they realize their opinion of themselves is greatly exaggerated.

The sick feeling of portfolio managers heavily invested in alternative energy schemes.

The disbelief of the Acela corridor inhabitants in general.

The petty whining of the trust fund babies in denial.

And the list goes on.

Yes, the mean, vicious part of me is hoping for his victory.

What will really happen? Not too much. The inertia is beyond quick changes of direction.

Subaru Rant

Sharing the road with Subaru drivers, I've decided there are three distinct types.

Hot rodders, usually younger, in WRXs. There are not many and they move right along.

Suicidal fools found on snowy roads in the High Rockies during winter. Again, not many and they don't impede traffic until they wreck.

Then we have the majority. Shit for brains, head up their asses, and oblivious to their impact on those of us unfortunate enough to share the road with them.

The  Subaru will usually have this bumper sticker, among others.

YMMV

Drool

First World Problems

Yesterday the spigot came off the sink. Guess fate decided that I needed a shower and the floor needed mopped.

Since I live in an apartment, called the property manager. She and the plumber show up. The plumber decides the gaskets are worn out (after I showed him how to disassemble the spigot). After going out to his truck, he decided nothing he had fit and, with the property manager’s approval, a complete new faucet was needed.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning”, he stated.

Evidently his definition of ‘first thing in the morning’ and mine differ.

Maybe I’m at a point in my life where time is more valuable than money. I easily could have visited ACE Hardware yesterday afternoon, bought a faucet assembly, and installed it myself last night.

What was on the schedule this morning was picking up my lap top from the techies who are allegedly sorting out some issues followed by salvage yard crawls looking for Bronco II body parts and front seats from a first generation Mitsubishi Montero/Dodge Raider. Some forums say they will bolt right into my Mighty Max.  I prefer to do this early while it is still cool.

Instead, I’m sitting at a keyboard whining (and out of cheese).

On the positive side, did get to spend some time chatting with the property manager. She is one of the hardest workers I’ve ever met and, at 40, HOT HOT HOT, not that I notice things like that.

UPDATE: Turns out 'first thing in the morning' is 11:10.

First Liar Doesn't Stand A Chance

Lots of jokes about how tough people had it going to school.

“Walked ten miles through the snow, uphill both ways, and into a 90 mph headwind”.

Attended high school in Steamboat Springs, CO. On average Steamboat gets 30 feet of snow each winter. Winters are judged by how many wires on a four strand barb wire fence are covered. A bad winter is when the posts are covered.

Unless there is a cloud cover, temperatures drop to – 20 degrees when the sun goes down. – 50 is not unknown.

Until I was a senior and had a car, it was ¼ of a mile in a rarely plowed lane to the highway where we caught the school bus. As a jock I had to walk home after practice and  a shower. Out of a hot locker room into a sub zero night and a 1.3 mile walk to home. Downhill to the river then along the railroad tracks in the snow between the rails was my quickest way to the ranch chores waiting at home. I made the walk everyday regardless of the temperature or if it was snowing.

Breathing was sometimes difficult in the cold without wrapping a scarf across your face. The hair is your nose froze. Your cheeks went numb. Now 1.3 miles doesn’t sound like much of a distance but I would challenge you to try it in those conditions.

Our school had a dress code where all the females had to wear dresses. Stupid! Most wore some sort of pants to school and changed when they arrived.

Skiing was different as you could dress for the cold. Night skiing on Howelsen Hill was quite popular. Fortifying the hot chocolate with adult beverages was also popular with the adults.

All in all, I prefer the cold to heat and humidity. A summer day in Corpus Christi? No thank you. I’ll take a Wyoming blizzard first.

Informed Voter Effort

It is surprising the time involved in becoming an informed voter. 

Candidates, to be sure, require some research. Proposed Amendments and Propositions will have a longer shelf life and need more scrutiny.

Colorado is the only state to pass the Taxpayers Bill of Rights (TABOR).

 http://www.cbpp.org/research/state-budget-and-tax/policy-basics-taxpayer-bill-of-rights-tabor

Special interest groups, particularly (P)regressives,  try to get around it every election cycle.

This year’s ballot has six Amendments and three Propositions. One, #69, opens the state coffers to support Obamacare. Deny, deny, deny and dress up with pretty language but that is what it does with no spending caps or oversights – just a blank check.

One Proposition relates to assisted suicide, end of life for terminal patients. Something I’m in favor of but I will vote against this version. Too few checks and balances.

One Amendment, #71,  raises the bar on future efforts to get something on the ballot. Will require a certain number of signatures from each of the Senate Districts statewide. Right now you can gather enough in the Peoples Republic of Boulder and the free cheese areas of Metro Denver to get something on the ballot.

I’m down to deciding on local races. On those I will seek counsel from my sister who has lived in the area far longer, and is plugged into local politics. We seldom agree, me being a lapsed Democrat and her a lukewarm Republican,  but I do respect her opinions and keep them in mind.

I note with some amusement Sister Kink, a former co-worker I supervised, is running for the third time and will probably get re-elected. She is wholly owned by the Rocky Mountain Gun Owners Association. If the money was right, she would be all in for Shillary. She is one of the hardest working people I’ve ever known and has the ethics of a starving piranha. The “kink” refers to her business practices. I know very little of her personal life, nor do I want to.  I’m glad I don’t live in her district.

Don’t watch television so am spared the ads. My information comes from reading and the internet. 

Why do I bother? Because I can.

English Country Estates and the USA

Once again WSF is going off the rails. You have been warned.

Some of the audio books I use to stay awake on my three day per week, 500 mile daily drive,  have me thinking about the decline of wealthy English squires, their landed properties, and lands that supported them.

 Huge estates with grandiose manors were reduced to ruins in just a few generations of careless inheritors. They seemed to regard their inheritances as an endless supply of resources to fund their spendthrift lifestyles. After a few generations of recklessness, along with high taxes, they find themselves out in the cold along with their tenant farmers. Surely, during the many years this was going on, numerous people tried to explain to them how this course of action would end.

Yeah, yeah, WSF, what is your point? 

The USA is the estate, and the various (P)gressives and Social Justice Warriors the new squires. The beneficiaries of extensive public educations and often trust funds, these people seem to think their country is a inexhaustible source of funding for their special snowflake schemes. Seemly, no amount of contrary opinion from their fellow citizens is heard.

I see hard times coming.  

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