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And you think you’re having a bad day?

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At least you’re not this guy, whose nutsack somehow got caught in an electrical grinder. Ambulance called. Dude wheeled out on a stretcher.

Couple of questions come to mind, including “Why was he using power tools nekkid?” and “Why in blue hell would he ever let a power tool so close to his giblets, that they get caught?”

Someday, he will laugh about this incident. Today is not that day.

And at least you’re not Vegas tourists enjoying a vacation while this douche pickle is zipping by.

On Wednesday, guests of Vegas’ popular Fremont Street Experience were shocked when an unknown liquid began showering down upon them. Alas, it was not rain, but a 15-year-old boy urinating as he rode the Slotzilla zipline above.

Slotzilla is a slot machine-themed zipline. Riders can choose the zipline for $25, which is 77 feet off the ground, or the ‘zoomline’ at 114 feet for $45. The zipline whisks riders over the pedestrian promenade.

Cazimere Ferguson, a vacationer from Hawaii, told Fox 5 Vegas that it was “a lot of liquid coming from above us, just showering us from head to toe, our back and top of the head dripping down. And we thought it was some sort of water, maybe some drinks or beer.”

Isn’t this just the typical Vegas tourist thing to say? “Dude! We thought it was beer raining from the sky, cuz VEGAS! So we, like, opened our mouths, but it was all salty and shit!”

And I’m fairly sure that your day is not “fell into a wood chipper and died on the first day of work” bad.

So, happy Friday, all!

Really Random Reflections

From a friend: Owww! Donald, let go of my balls! I gave the speech! I endorsed you! LET GO! OWW!

1) The portly loser from New Jersey yesterday took the jelly donut out of his mouth long enough to endorse the Hairy Hemorrhoid for President. 

If there’s anyone out there who has any doubt that the announcement was meant to distract the news cycle from the Hemorrhoid’s disastrous performance at Thursday night’s debate, I have this bridge… It’s in great shape!

And if there’s anyone out there who doesn’t think Fatass is angling for a Cabinet position, such as… Say… Attorney General, whose authorization may be needed for certain agencies to spy on people in the United States… And whose authorization may become a lot more commonplace because “I WAS APPOINTED US ATTORNEY DURING 9-11!”… I have some beachfront property too…

2) MSNBC nutjob Melissa Harris Perry is boycotting her own show because apparently her unhinged blatherings should never be preempted by election coverage! What’s the future of the entire nation in comparison to her tampon fashion accessories and humping of “racist” boogiemen under every bed?

It is profoundly hurtful to realize that I work for people who find my considerable expertise and editorial judgment valueless to the coverage they are creating.

Valueless… Finally she’s beginning to comprehend her actual worth to society. Bye!

3) Emma Watson of Harry Potter movie fame has decided to take a break from acting to focus on “feminism.” What likely will happen is that she will stop shaving her armpits, color her hair weird colors, and put on 60 pounds. Then, after she’s done learning about feminism and can’t get another job in Hollywood, she will have the pseudo intellectual tools to blame the evil cisheteropatriarchy for her inability to get work.

4) Beaver for Lent? No, it’s nothing dirty, you pervs. Apparently, beavers and muskrats are an acceptable alternative to beef during Lent. And no, not going to be trying that. I’m a fairly adventurous eater, but I’m not ingesting this little guy. 

  

5) My friend Stephanie recently blogged about the Sad Puppies saga in hopes of generating a mature, reasonable discussion about the issue. I’m not going to rehash it, because I’ve written about it extensively, as have others. You can go to her site if you want a reasoned, rational review. 

Unfortunately, a logical discussion was not to be. Because along came this creature. DavidG claims to be a SF/F fan, author, and “reasonably prominent disabled rights advocate,” who upon becoming disabled, realized just how “privileged” he’s been all his life, because there have been some rude, repugnant assholes out there who have been abusive toward him, and apparently decided to ride that pony to recognition. 

When one poster responded politely that he was sorry DavidG became disabled, DavidG whipped out cock and condescendingly stomped all over it, showing not just a lack of graciousness, but an arrogant lack of ability to discern simple analogies. 

You say you haven’t insulted me, yet you insulted me just by saying you’re ‘sorry’ I am disabled. It says you think disability is a negative. Imagine telling someone that you’re sorry they’re black or gay. I’ll give you a pass on that one, because that’s a lesson we’re having to teach the whole of society, but it’s the only pass you’re getting here today.

The illogical comparison to being black or gay aside… The responses were just what you would expect, because when someone sticks his ass out and demands that the world be constructed around his special needs, it cannot go unanswered – especially when the demand is posted with such audacity and entitlement!

He continued to police speech and demand that his interlocutors tailor the conversation to his standards, including demands that literature which features cures for disabilities be acknowledged as HATE SPEECH!

I got angrier and angrier reading his hateful entitlement. I didn’t want to post this on Stephanie’s site, and blow it up into a flame war, so I’m going to vent my spleen here. Enjoy!

Dear DavidG – 

I’ve seen just about enough of your shit! You’re insulted? At what? At sympathy? At politeness? At graciousness? Well, guess what, I’m all out of fucks to give!
Your cult of social justice worships the very suffering we strive to cure. Why? Because you somehow think pain gives you virtue, allowing you to avoid the responsibility of earning said virtue. You think your disability makes you worthy, and insist that the rest of us give you a pass on said worthiness.

And if we don’t… Well then, we’re “ableist” and evil! If we don’t give you special credit and worship you for showing up and sticking your festering wounds in our faces, without you actually accomplishing anything worthy of worship, we’re awful people!
Well, you know what? Go fuck a rabid hedgehog. I refuse to participate in that kind of destruction of reality. I refuse to facilitate your kind of lies! 

If that’s what it takes to sit at the cool kids’ table of sci-fi, I want nothing to do with it. Go slurp week-old diarrhea through a straw, douche wad. I want no part of a conversation in which one side claims moral superiority because of circumstances beyond their control rather than earning it. 

Done!

Inspiration

I’m on the couch this morning with a smooth cup of coffee, a large Saint Bernard at my feet, and a ginger kitten running around the apartment like he’s just ingested some jet fuel and is now burning it at Mach 6.

I’m at peace.

I turn on the television, just for some background noise to break the silence, and I immediately hear the grating voice of the Hairy Hemorrhoid™ barfing his latest promised diktat to an enthralled horde of reporters. I change the channel quickly.

The movie playing on some premium channel is “Paper Planes,” and Australian (I think) flick about a children’s competition to make the best paper airplane.

Typical. Nothing extraordinary about it.

I’ve missed the majority of the movie. I tune in just as a small boy on the screen is watching the creation he made of green construction paper fly into the hands of his father (who may or may not have been missing throughout the entire movie – I don’t know). And something about the look on his face – a look of love and relief (maybe?) and hero worship – something, coupled with the crashing sounds of the background music crescendoing took my breath away a little.

And that’s when I picked up my silly iPhone and began writing.

Inspiration. It could come from the strangest sources. The most unexpected sound, picture, person, or a moment in time could become a muse, awakening that flash of creativity, or love, or motivation.


Have you ever heard a piece of music that seemed to hit you directly in the heart – and hit you so hard, your breath literally caught in your chest, and once you began breathing again, you realized there were tears running down your face and your arms were spread, almost as if you were trying to meet the crashing wave of sound with your entire body?

I’ve had quite a few of those moments – especially when I was involved in musical theater and choir. I would hear a piece of music, see a photograph, read a book or a poem, and all of a sudden my own voice seemed to sound clearer and more powerful, my body would move more fluidly, and the words seemed to pour out almost without any effort at all!

It never really was that easy, but something hit that motivation button and gave me the heart and the desire to match, and surpass, that energy.

So what is it that brings tears to my eyes each and every time? What is it that takes my breath away and awakens my spirit?

In Russian, the word to describe inspiration is вдохновение. Literally it describes the act of inhaling, of taking that creative spirit into you, uplifting, becoming lighter than air that compels you to conceive that beauty that is within you.

I like the Russian word a lot. It describes precisely the spirit that inspires us to greatness. My list is eclectic.

Beethoven’s 7th Symphony.

“Lacrymosa” from Mozart’s Requiem.

Snow.

“Seasons of Love” from Rent.

Da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” sketch. I also love the fact that Da Vinci wrote in mirror image. I’ve done that since I was 12.

Venice. The canals at sunset.

Mountains.

Fall colors.

Military basic training graduations.

The movie “White Nights,” and watching old videos of Mikhail Baryshnikov dance.

Gershwin.

Dark coffee.

Steel and glass skyscrapers.

Billy Joel’s “Rootbeer Rag.”

Macbeth.

The Saint Crispin’s speech from “Henry V.”

Idina Menzel’s voice.

Grieg’s Piano Concerto in A Minor.

My kids.

This is by far not a comprehensive list. Anything can inspire me at any time to be better, to work harder, to be more.

What about you? What inspires you?

Some Random Thoughts

I’m home sick today. This is what happens when you work in an enclosed environment with folks who have kids. Kids are kind of like little vats of infectious disease. I found that out when my own kids were in school and would bring home all sorts of germs. But now that both my kids are gone, I miss the little disease-carrying petri dishes of crud!

Speaking of which…

I took my son to start his freshman year at UNC Charlotte three weeks ago. I didn’t cry. I swear! I was actually quite relaxed for a parent who has delivered her firstborn into something resembling adulthood! He immediately got involved in a fraternity, which he plans to rush this semester. He’s now involved with the College Republicans, and he’s doing ROTC. Oh, and that’s in addition to his part-time job, which he works to pay for his car and auto insurance. To say I’m proud would be an understatement.

Oh, and he turns 18 tomorrow.

The house still hasn’t sold. What the child molester Cooper and his scummy hag of a wife did to me is indescribable. In addition to having caused thousands of dollars worth of damage to my property, they also ruined my chances of selling this house at the peak of when I could sell it. Now, the house is beautiful, but the season for selling a home has passed. I’m paying 80 percent of my take-home pay for my rent and the mortgage on the house. I’m turning to my parents for help, which I hate to do, but don’t have much of a choice. I hope to pay my parents back after I sell the house, but at this point, I’m just hoping I can sell it and not lose my shirt. The Coopers are the lowest form of scum.

My friend Evelyn is shuttering her crochet business. It’s too bad, because she’s a phenomenal talent! But she is having a sale on her Etsy page, so if you want something beautiful for a Christmas gift, or just for yourself, check it out.

Speaking of Christmas… I saw a Christmas commercial. The day after Labor Day. While we’re going through a heat wave here in DC. What. The. Fuck.

Here’s something I’m beyond belief excited about. Two of my favorite authors are collaborating on a novel. Sarah Hoyt and Larry Correia are writing a Monster Hunter International novel “Guardian.” Together. Actually, “excited” is sort of an understatement. I’m losing my shit thrilled!

No, I’m not blogging about that hypocritical twat Kim Davis. No way. But for those who want me to say something…

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Donald Trump once again stuck his foot in his mouth. Seriously, how Trump supporters can take that fucking buffoon seriously, I can’t even imagine! He may be a good businessman, but he’s borderline retarded when it comes to anything else related to foreign policy, diplomacy, and being a decent human being.

“Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that?” Trump said to [Rolling Stone writer Paul] Solotaroff. “Can you imagine that, the face of our next president.”

This coming from someone who looks like this:

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Can you imagine something that looks like this being our President? Why would anyone vote for that?

Of course now, the cock slurper is backing off and claiming he meant Fiorina’s personality. No, REALLY!

Survey says…

DOUCHEBAG!

Oh, and by the way, my buddy Mike Williamson won an award for his short story “Soft Casualty.” I’ve often told him this is one of the best stories he’s ever written, and seems I was right, as I told him in a text recently.

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If you haven’t read it yet, you should. It’s free, and it’s here. Enjoy!

I agree with another friend of mine, who says that this Baen award is much more interesting than the Hugos have become.

Another friend commented that “one side benefit of this whole Hugo kerfuffle has been the introduction of many new and wonderful books and authors…”

I think at least one Sad Puppies goal has been accomplished. Kudos to Larry Correia, Brad Torgersen, and others for making that a success!

I should really post more

I know it’s been weeks since I’ve written anything. I needed a break. I haven’t really been in the mood to write. First, there was the snow, which prompted me to sit around in bed all day in my pajamas drinking hot tea and watching Law & Order reruns.

And now… I’m off on temporary duty to Miami.

I know… HARDSHIP! But you’d be surprised how crappy it feels to go from a foot of snow in DC to 85-degree heat with 10000 percent humidity down in southern Florida! So if you have a snarky comment about how you feel oh-so-sorry for me being down here, keep it to yourself, punkin, because all you’ll get from me is a one-fingered salute.

As for what I’ve been up to?

Well…

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been a regular part of the GunBlog Variety Cast along with some awesome folks, including Sean Sorrentino and Erin Palette. I’ve been doing this for a while now, but I’ve been an abject FAIL at blogging about it, because I’m lazy. So go over there and listen. Surprisingly enough, I don’t bloviate about guns on this one, but rather foreign policy. Erin talks about prepping, Sean and Adam talk about… stuff, and other incredible, talented, and intelligent folks talk about guns and tech. It’s fun. You should check it out, if you want to find out what I sound like on the air (shout out to my broadcaster background!).

And no, I don’t curse.

So what’s been going on?

Well, for one, we kicked Maduro and his band of Venezuelan thugs in the nuts with some sanctions last week. And if you hear them whining that this means the United States is about to launch into some kind of military action against them, you can laugh a little, because they’re either ignorant, or just want to raise the level of whining. Fact is that they were sanctioned under the International Emergency Economic Powers Act (IEEPA), which authorizes the President to regulate commerce after declaring a “national emergency” in response to any unusual or extraordinary foreign threat. It certainly doesn’t authorize any kind of military action.

Specifically, the E.O. targets those determined by the Department of the Treasury, in consultation with the Department of State, to be involved in:

  • actions or policies that undermine democratic processes or institutions;
  • significant acts of violence or conduct that constitutes a serious abuse or violation of human rights, including against persons involved in antigovernment protests in Venezuela in or since February 2014;
  • actions that prohibit, limit, or penalize the exercise of freedom of expression or peaceful assembly; or
  • public corruption by senior officials within the Government of Venezuela.

The E.O. also authorizes the Department of the Treasury, in consultation with the Department of State, to target any person determined:

  • to be a current or former leader of an entity that has, or whose members have, engaged in any activity described in the E.O. or of an entity whose property and interests in property are blocked or frozen pursuant to the E.O.; or
  • to be a current or former official of the Government of Venezuela;

What does this all mean? It means we don’t like corrupt thugs who steal money from their own people while undermining their basic rights using the U.S. financial system. So we cut off their access to it.

What else has been going on?

The Justice Department determined there was no basis for continued legal action against Darren Wilson, who last year shot Michael Brown in an action which was determined to be justified. Of course, Holder and the DOJ can’t leave well enough alone, so even though the shoot was good, they put out a report citing racism in the Ferguson PD writ large in an obvious attempt to mollify the screeching race hustlers. It is interesting to note that the report cites revenue generation being emphasized in the PD’s approach to law enforcement.

Patrol assignments and schedules are geared toward aggressive enforcement of Ferguson’s municipal code, with insufficient thought given to whether enforcement strategies promote public safety or unnecessarily undermine community trust and cooperation. Officer evaluations and promotions depend to an inordinate degree on “productivity,” meaning the number of citations issued. Partly as a consequence of City and FPD priorities, many officers appear to see some residents, especially those who live in Ferguson’s predominantly African-American neighborhoods, less as constituents to be protected than as potential offenders and sources of revenue.

This is a problem that’s not just limited to Ferguson. Nothing new and different there, and I’ve often been appalled at the outrageous fees and penalties imposed on citizens for engaging in a simple mistake or minor traffic violation. So I get it. It sucks.

But in the same breath, the DOJ’s report claims that “The harms of Ferguson’s police and court practices are borne disproportionately by African Americans, and there is evidence that this is due in part to intentional discrimination on the basis of race.”

Lemme ask ya something. If it is obvious that the city’s focus is on revenue generation, rather than public safety, and therefore, it views the PREDOMINANTLY AFRICAN-AMERICAN city as a source of revenue generation, wouldn’t it stand to reason that in a predominantly black city, the brunt of those revenue generation policies would be… um… black, and that the reason Ferguson’s law enforcement practices and policies overwhelmingly impact African-Americans is because THAT’S WHO PREDOMINANTLY LIVES IN THE FRIGGIN’ CITY?

But hey, some of us don’t go looking for racism under every bed and around every corner.

In response to said report, Ferguson’s city manager has resigned and a state judge will be in charge of all Ferguson cases. Every town needs scapegoats, I suppose. That, of course, didn’t mollify the stampeding hordes, and just this past weekend, two police officers were shot after working crowd control in Ferguson. Police charged Jeffrey Williams with the shooting. The suspect admits he fired the weapon, but claims he was aiming at someone else in the crowd.

I’m trying to wrap my head at the amount of fucking stupid it takes to make such an admission. Stupid #1) You fire your weapon into a crowd of fucking people. Stupid #2) You admit to doing so, but hey… you weren’t aiming at police, and I guess you were expecting to hit your mark dead on. In a crowd. You dimwitted, miserable FAIL of a fucktard. Stupid #2) The only two people you conveniently hit are two cops. How propitious, considering the demonstrations were all about supposed police “racism.”

And, of course, Holder has been sniveling about how much acts of violence against law enforcement are not to be tolerated. Never mind he and his DOJ are the ones fomenting said unrest!

OK, enough about that.

There was supposedly a ceasefire agreement reached in Ukraine. Well, it was reached, but if you’re thinking that it’s somehow been effective, you’d be wrong. NATO Secretary-General Jens Stoltenberg says the ceasefire is “fragile.” I think while violence has been reduced some, he’s the master of the understatement. If you want a boots on the ground (so to speak) glimpse into what’s going on, you should follow U.S. Ambassador to Ukraine Geoffrey Pyatt on Twitter. The Russians will tell you it’s not their fault – that it’s the separatists failing to abide by the ceasefire – that they have no control over said militants. Um… yeah… right. If you think that Moscow isn’t behind the continuous arming of separatists in the region, I have this bridge…

Yes, I know I should keep up with my blogging, but even I need a break sometimes, so if I’m not around, it’s because I’m busy having a life.

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