What, Me Worry?

The various “smart” people associated with the Xiden clusterfuck scare me. Their babbling about a limited nuclear war is stupidity at the highest level.

The damage done to this country in any kind of nuclear exchange will take centuries to repair, if it can be done at all.

I won’t be here to see it. To my North, 55 miles, is the Frances E Warren AFB that controls the numerous Minuteman III missile silos scattered across Wyoming, Nebraska, and Colorado. To my South, 141 miles, is Cheyenne Mountain, the underground NORAD installation now called the Space Force Station.  Any adversary will have these places as priority one targets.

The Warren command centers and missile silos will be targeted by smaller MIRV missiles while Cheyenne Mountain will be hit by the biggest bomb the Russians have. They tested one, called the Tsar, which can yield between 50-100 MT depending on Uranium enhancements to increase radioactivity.

The USA is large and the people resilient. The damage the (P)regressives do to the economy and freedoms can be overcome. Not easily, and not without horrid costs and sacrifices, but it is doable. Rebuilding a radioactive cinder isn’t feasible.

As always, YMMV

Trust Fund Snots, Zealots, and Hustlers

Paying $4.00 a gallon for gas yesterday, in the 3^rd largest petroleum producing county in the USA, and 32 miles from a refinery provoked some murderous thoughts.

Trust fund snots (TFS) are the product of offspring of the wealthy. They have never been forced to take a job, any job, in order to have a roof over their heads. When employed, it is usually for some “do gooder” foundation.

Zealots are convinced of the total righteousness of their beliefs. To achieve their goals suffering of others is of little concern. After all, it is for the good of the masses.

Hustlers live off the marriage of TFS and zealots. They sacrifice nothing and gain a comfortable niche which, in their minds, is their birthright. After all, they are superior to others.

We have a perfect financial storm at the moment with climate change, brave new world, new world order, and fluid sex mores all somewhat allied and mutually supporting each other. Most of them are either TFS, zealots, or hustlers.

Am I selfish to focus on the safety and preservation of my and mine as my principal goal?

As always, YMMV

 

Current Events

 The natives are restless.

Misconceptions

Once again WSF goes mentally wandering down a weed chocked garden path. You have been warned should you bother to read more.

There is the old trite saying, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions”.

There are a lot of videos on YouTube with Russians soldiers saying they were told they were “liberating” Ukraine at the request of the Ukrainian people. They are shocked to find the people are resisting.

Think of all the countries we, the USA, have “liberated” starting with, say Vietnam, only to find the people didn’t want us in their country and their lives at all.

“But we mean well, and only want to help you get a better life”, yada,yada, yada. Then we as a country become bitter toward the ungrateful wretches.

So WSF, what the hell is your point? Just this. The (P)regressives in this country don’t see themselves as evil, just superior. They only want what they perceive we need and find themselves enraged when their lofty well intended programs meet with fierce, often, vulgar, resistance. We reject their vision of a better life. They know better than us what is needed, just ask them.

Then there are the carrion eaters. They will affiliate with anything that benefits them. No need to bitch about it; they have been part of mankind as far back as records have been kept. Even further back, but that is speculation.

Question? “OK, pontificator of wisdom, what is to be done?”

Answer. Damned if I know, I just like to bitch.

Dogs

March 18 will always be a sad day for me remembering my youngest son’s passing during the night 17-18 and the 3 am call from his widow three years ago.

Travis was a 100% disabled Army Medic whose cumulative injuries caught up with him. He had two children from a previous relationship and married a wonderful woman with two children of her own. Later, they had another child. I will always admire they way they were able to blend into a cohesive loving and caring family.

Waking up with a heavy heart I took Banner outside for his morning constitutional and then back to the apartment. Banner pursuing his usual activities and bounding around always makes me smile and often laugh. This morning was no different and returning to our apartment my heart was much lighter.

I am so glad I have him in my life.

Changing Times

1958. I was thrilled to get a part time job at a grocery store at $.35 a hour. Wonder what the purchasing power of that was then as compared to $16 an hour now?

Good learning experience. One sharp lesson was management will lie and mislead you so always have an escape plan. 

Banner

 With all the crap going on in the country today focusing on the small personal controlled pleasures can help your sanity, IMO.

 The handfuls of readers that pause on this blog know I have a black lab mix, Banner by name that is about ten years old. He is a semi-rescue. The woman who had him from the time he was a pup acquired a husband, two children and two more dogs during his first seven years. The other two dogs started attacking him. He is a gentle soul but fought back. She and her husband decided he needed to be re-homed. We connected on Craigslist.

 He has been a wonderful addition to my life. Not the smartest dog I’ve know, and doesn’t do cute tricks or chase balls, he is a simple companion. He rarely barks and has just one “accident” since coming to live with me. By pulling in some favors, he is a documented “Emotional Support” companion

 We live in a 90 unit, 62 years old and up apartment building. In fact, the up is in the 70’s to 90’s. Many residents don’t drive or even have a vehicle and many don’t get visitors. During the two year COVID hell when all the building amenities were shut down, far too many didn’t leave their apartments. The resident ration is 10 to 1 women to men. During the shutdown I started referring to Banner as, “The Ambassador of Smiles” as we passed through the public areas. One day I kept count and 17 different people petted him.

No, I haven’t taken advantage of the 10/1 ratio. Something along the lines of, “Don’t……….where you eat”.

He is now a part of the community and stops to say howdy to one and all as we pass through the public areas. The running joke is,

“It is Banner! and Frank”

Yes, I am a wingman for a dog.

 With the easing of winter we will start walking more. I try to do at least a mile each day regardless to the weather but have the whole slip/fall issue to deal with at my age. Banner, on the other hand, hates tile floors unless someone or something he likes is across the room. Then, no problem.

He is “Bruce Banner”, not the Incredible Hulk. Biggest wimp you will ever meet.He does well riding in the car and prefers the back seat with the windows slightly open so he can sniff at his leisure. On occasion, I leave him with Sisty which he loves. When I turn the corner with the hamburger emporium on the way to her house he gets excited. When we arrive he can’t contain himself and goes dashing to her door or the gate to her yard. She denies spoiling him. Makes me go hmmmm.

The one thing about him that irritates me is his constant focus on food. He gets, per the vet’s recommendation, two cups of high quality food daily. The rest is “treats” and begging from everyone he meets. He won’t try to get food off tables or counters but will sit and stare at you with those sad brown eyes. He won’t give up. My fault, I once let him prewash a cooking dish.

He is in excellent health. I take him to the vet Sisty recommended each year and the woman who gave him to me had complete vet records. Hopefully, we will have many more years together.