Someone Wants to GAIN a Job

A friend has asked me to put out a prayer request for her dad. He got squeezed out of a job a while back, and the company has tanked, and now they may want him back. I believe he was the CEO; I’m not sure. Anyway, they apparently think they made a big mistake, and this would be a big boon to him and his family.

Would everyone do her a favor and pray that he gets the job? Thanks.

As always in these situations, I pray that everyone concerned will draw closer to God, in addition to getting the earthly need filled.

Usually a Mitzvah

I’m going to go ahead and just steal this.

Posted by Leah’s Dad.

Mish is a wee bit better this morning, they removed the tube holding the airway open, but not the NG tube. I’m deaf but I know she said at least 3 four letter words. Her counts are still dangerously low, she’s weak and pale, but she has fight left in her.

In a few hours she will have the bone marrow biopsy to see if the blast cells have decreased from the last chemo regime, hopefully they have. She remains in critical condition, too weak to sit up. Seeing her fight and cuss the doctor was a good sign, it means she hasn’t given up.

When I suggested she open this blog it was for her to vent, and keep track of her progress. We had no idea of the love and support she would receive, thank you.
G_d bless you all.

Gut Shabbos

It’s not much, but “better” is not “worse.”

Let’s make a big prayer push and ask for a good result on the biopsy! Come on! We’ve pulled this off before!

Well. GOD has.

You know what I mean.

Join the Clingers

I just found out Chris Byrne is running a gun forum. I joined and asked some stupid questions about shotguns.

I don’t know why I didn’t know about it sooner. You may want to sign up.

Here is the site.

Cold, Grey, Ugly, Lethal

Is there any ammunition uglier than Wolf? It’s like the Russians had an ugly bullet competition, and the guy who designed this stuff won.

I don’t care. I have never had a problem with it. I’ve used it in a Glock and a PSL, and it seems accurate and reliable. I question the guys who say it won’t shoot straight. When you have a bad day, any excuse looks good.

I just received my order from Midway; a big pile of 7.62x39mm. It is shockingly ugly. I got the hollow points, because I had read that they were probably better at helping perps relax and then die. It’s intended for the range, but it’s good enough for guest control. I don’t know if I’ll even bother getting better stuff. How much better can it be? There’s a ton of difference between cheap FMJ 9mm ammunition and Cor-Bon, but AK stopping power is so much better than a pistol’s, I don’t know if ammunition quality matters much.

Yes, I know the gun I got is not an AK. But it’s AK ammunition.

I’m definitely getting a Saiga 12. That will give me two very good long guns for self-defense. That should cover my needs, regardless of the duration of the soon-to-begin Ob*ma Dark Ages. I truly fear that the next few years will be a bad time to live in a suburb, especially in a town like Miami with big, violent ghettos nearby. Those folks live in tiny apartments and microscopic houses with bone-dry dirt yards where nothing grows. They will have needs and no way to fill them, and the government teat may get downsized considerably. Obama has already fomented an atmosphere of class and race hostility. It will only get worse if a depression hits.

I should go ahead and get a food dehydrator. Why not? I’m going to be producing all sorts of bananas and papayas. I can’t eat them all fresh, and they’re very good dried. Papayas are actually better dried than fresh.

I could also get bulk apples from Costco and dry them. Nothing beats dried apples. You can make pies. You can make apple butter. They rule.

I’m thinking up ideas to save money on food. Beans would be perfect. Buy a fifty-pound sack of pinto beans, a bunch of smoked ham hocks that will keep a long time, and some salt. Rice is good. I should be able to fish for grunts and snapper in the local canals.

If life really goes in the toilet, Coral Gables will have to give up its ridiculous pansy ordinances. People will need chickens and ducks. They’ll need cheap fences and razor wire.

I don’t know what life in Miami was like during the Depression. In Kentucky, drifters wandered up and down the roads looking for odd jobs. Hoboes used to sleep on my grandparents’ porch; it was accepted. They didn’t even have to ask permission. People showed up asking for meals.

My grandmother said the local people didn’t notice the pinch much. That’s because the area was poor before the Depression, and also because the locals were still able to grow their own food and trees. And there were squirrels and rabbits.

Maybe it won’t be so bad here. Maybe it will just be boring. Spend less money, travel less, stop eating out. Keep your old things longer and make them last. That may be tough, with a 2003 Thunderbird.

I wonder what will happen to the car market. Most people don’t own their cars. When unemployment jumps, will the banks repossess, flooding the market with cheap vehicles, or will they renegotiate and take the losses?

It will be strange, seeing bums who actually deserve handouts. I’ve never seen those in America. “Will Work for Food” actually means “Will Take Money Straight to Liquor Store, Drug Dealer, or Crack Whore.” How often do you see “Will Work for Food” over a hundred yards from a place that sells beer? I can’t think of one instance.

I keep meaning to get some fast-food gift certificates to give to bums. That way, if I misjudge someone, no harm done. And if it turns out I’m feeding an addict, that’s okay, because giving them food is not immoral. And if they trade gift certificates for crack, it’s their sin, not mine. When you give them money, you’re not even trying to help. You’re giving to make yourself feel good, and you know what they’re going to do with the money, and you don’t really care if they buy drugs. If you give a food gift certificate, you’re making a credible effort to help.

The market is tanking again today. On top of that, a surprising number of finance-show talking heads are openly excoriating Obama, for whom most of them voted. I am going to be fair and point out that George Bush is getting off easy. He was blamed for many things he didn’t do, or which didn’t even happen, and he didn’t get credit for the great things he did. But in his last months he gave Obama a great head start on his wrongheaded mission of pouring socialist gasoline on our economic conflagation. And people aren’t talking as much as they should about Bush’s dumb 2008 moves. Still, if Bush is measles, Obama is leprosy.

I think I’ll do some research and see what to expect in a depression. I believe God will take care of me, but I don’t want him to have a bigger job than necessary.

No Joy

I couldn’t get this blog to load today, and I think Blogrolling is the culprit. I’m not positive, but something called “ytmg” held everything up. I know Blogrolling now has pop-up ads. Maybe that’s the connection.

It’s time to kiss Blogrolling goodbye. I never understood how they made money, and I appreciate the free service, but I’m not going to screw up my blog to help them compensate for years of giving away their product.

I really dread this. To create a WordPress blogroll, you have to enter one blog at a time. I better check and see if there is a plugin.

If you’re on my blogroll, don’t worry. I’ll try to bring you back. Not that my current traffic levels justify the effort.

More

I found out how to import Blogrolling data to a WordPress blog. Oddly enough, when I Googled, the answer (nearly) was on a post over at Moxie’s. Once you upgrade to WordPress 2.7-something, a menu named “Tools” will appear, and there will be an import tool for blogrolls in there. The comment at Moxie’s suggests 2.5 is the same, but I had a later version than that, and I couldn’t find the import deal. The “Tools” menu did not exist. There were import tools, but if there was one that worked with Blogrolling, I didn’t see it.

Once you have 2.7 (which I now do), it’s a very simple job 1. Go to Blogrolling. 2. Go to “Get Code.” 3. Select the OPML code, which is pretty far down the page. 4. Copy. 5. Enter this code (a URL) in the WordPress import tool form.

So I saved all my blogs, and for the first time in months, I can now edit them.

Cor-Bon!

I have decided to get some decent ammunition for the .38 Super. My logical basis for this move is that while the .38 Super has a lower capacity than a Glock, it has two characteristics a Glock lacks. 1. It is pimptastic. 2. It is pimptacular. If you’re going to liquefy a burglar’s internal organs, you may well want to do it with style. This is where the .38 Super excels. After all, this is the pistol Texas Ranger Frank Hamer used to send Bonnie and Clyde to their eternal reward. Such as it was.

It’s a confusing proposition. There are a lot of interesting loads out there, but the .38 Super has an issue which makes some types of ammunition scary. Depending on which .38 Super you buy, the casing may not get perfect support, and it’s possible for a high-pressure round to blow up and fire hot gas and shrapnel into your face. Imagine how a burglar would smirk.

The folks at Cor-Bon have told me they do not think their ammunition will injure me. However, they won’t be the ones looking at the rear of the slide as I shoot it. So I am nervous about buying without research.

It looks like the Cor-Bon 125-grain DPX is a great choice. It is highly lethal, but the velocity isn’t all that kooky. My clever guess is that this means the case pressure isn’t too bad. They make other highly regarded designs, but they probably aren’t any more deadly. I figure I’ll buy enough to fill several magazines, with a few left over for testing at the range. It has to cycle.

I could come up with my own solution, creating my own load. But I think I would trust Cor-Bon’s hottest round more than something I cobbled together in the garage. I have no fears about shooting tame target reloads, but that’s about all I’m willing to do in this caliber, knowing as little as I do about reloading.

I never got around to getting nice grips. The truth is, I couldn’t find any I really liked. Maybe I should look again. I think green abalone would be perfect, but not everyone is willing to risk the posthumous disdain of George S. Patton, so there aren’t a lot of choices in abalone and mother-of-pearl.

I researched putting a supported barrel in this gun, but I got discouraged for some reason or other. I need to get back on top of it. The Colt people seem to have confidence in their design, but if I can make it safer, why not?

Apparently .45 ammunition is much easier to choose. I think the round everyone recommends is the 230-grain Federal Hydra-Shock.

I am trying to get rid of my .40 caliber Glock. It’s a very fine defensive weapon, but I now realize I was hoodwinked when I bought into the .40 fantasy. As I understand it, the .40 S&W was a product of affirmative action. The FBI found that female agents pouted and stamped their little feet when they had to shoot the .45, and the 10mm was equally unladylike, so the result was the .40, which is a 10mm without all that upsetting chauvinist stopping power.

Perhaps I am not totally right on the facts, but as usual, I am too lazy to check.

I was told that the .40 was easy to shoot, which isn’t really true. I was told that the .45 was hard to shoot, which is a pure steaming load. I made a mistake. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe Glock didn’t make a .45 back then.

The .40 kills people just fine, but the .45 is somewhat better. And if I had a Glock in .45, I could quit buying .40-caliber ammunition, and I could shoot the same reloads that I shoot from my 1911. The Laser-Cast people claim their cast .45 bullets are just fine for Glock barrels. Hopefully they know what they’re talking about.

Another .40 down side: the Glock Kaboom. Once in a while, a Glock blows up, because the case in the .40 isn’t supported well. Or something. I believe you can fix this with a new barrel, but again, why struggle to save a gun you could just as easily trade? Glock claims the guns blow up because of hot reloads, I think. But I’m fairly sure they also claim Glocks are pretty, so…

I’d lose two rounds of capacity if I got a .45, but being shot 14 times with a .45 is arguably about as bad as being shot 16 times with a .40. I think the benefits outweigh the loss. After all, as all real he-men know, a .45 round will kill a criminal every time, even if you just throw it at him. Or mention it. And it will take a car door off. And it will pick a mugger up and throw him six feet backward. And…let’s see, what are the other lies they tell?

It’s not as effective as a pump-action shotgun, which will make a criminal’s head explode if he hears you rack it. This is one of my all-time favorite fairy tales. Yes, criminals listen to see what kind of gun you have, and unless it’s a 12-gauge pump-action shotgun, they barge right ahead. And as we all know, a semi-auto is TOTALLY SILENT when you rack it, and even if it weren’t, it wouldn’t scare anybody. An AK makes a racket when you chamber a round. So does a .45. I would be afraid to bet fifty cents that I could tell the difference between the sound of an AK and the sound of a pump gun in a dark room. Who seriously believes a criminal with an IQ of 85 knows the difference? Think about it. I mean, most people are so clueless they think a shotgun is the same thing as a rifle.

I always get comments on this. Even though there is no evidence whatosever that the sound of a particular gun’s mechanical bits has ever had a unique affect on any criminal. It’s great arguing about a point so unworthy of discussion no one has ever collected data on it. Gun sounds don’t kill people. Lead kills people. So does running out of shotgun shells during a gunfight. People always say pump guns are great because the cops use them. Of course, cops were using six guns long after everyone else went to high-capacity semi-autos. Cops ride Harleys, for crying out loud. Would you rather cross a desert on a Harley or a Honda? I know what I’d pick.

I should post a clip of a gun racking and ask the pump-gun freaks to identify the weapon.

If pump-action shotguns were that great, you wouldn’t have to load them. You could just buy an MP3 of the sound and play it at the criminal on your Ipod speakers. It would be like saying “it” to the Knights of Ni! Get the mop ready.

CUSTOMER: I need a shotgun.

SHOP OWNER: Here’s a Saiga-12 semi-auto shotgun. It has a 20-round magazine you can change in three seconds, AK-47 reliability, and low recoil, and it fires about as fast as you can pull the trigger.

CUSTOMER: Forget that. I want a five-shot pump that takes a long time to rack, reloads in a minute and a half, and SOUNDS funky!

SHOP OWNER: You seem like the kind of guy who could appreciate this limited edition Mossberg tactical thong, signed by David Caruso.

Anyway, the .45 is pretty much impossible to question with any credibility. It may not be the best, or even as good as the Holy Hand Grenade, but it’s real good.

Still Kicking

Here is a post from Mish Weiss’s blog, written by her friend Marc:

Mish is not in a coma, she remains in critical condition.
She responds to touch and sound.
All we can do now is wait and pray.

You can probably guess how much I know about leukemia. I know a lot of leukemia patients die from hemorrhaging. They even get hemorrhages inside their eyes, causing temporary blindness. I don’t know how much doctors can do to control it. I’m hoping they have an effective way to put a stop to it.

Here’s part of a comment from her blog:

You know, G_d told Moses to raise his hands over the children of Israel (sorry I don’t recall all the details of why, but I think it was to bless them and keep them safe). Anyway, Moses obeyed G_d and had his hands raised, but he got so tired he could no longer keep them raise, so two friends, Aaron and I don’t know the other friends name, came along side him and held his arms up for him. (I think I need to study that again.) My point is, you are like Moses, a strong, brave Jewish person, but you are so tired that it is difficult for you to continue to carry on, so your friends, a big crowd of us, have come along side you to encourage you, and to help you carry on and to pray for you. That’s our job for right now. Your job is to just let us be your friends, to love you, to care for you, to pray for you. Mish you are a Moses.

I have had exactly the same thought. I believe many Old Testament stories were planned by God, to provide symbolism and foreshadowing. This story seems to be symbolic of the need for believers to stand together. A single person can’t pray 24 hours a day, and even if it were possible, people fail. So we are supposed to share our challenges and close the chinks in the armor.

I have a more positive outlook toward marriage these days, and the main reason is that Christianity is a tough burden for a single person to bear. When you feel weak or you go astray, you have no one to turn to except God. When you’re not praying, no one is praying for you. Two believers together can help each other stay on the path. It would have been a lot harder for me to leave the church almost 20 years ago, had I been married to a believer.

I value my autonomy, and women are often selfish, annoying, spoiled, and just unprofitable. Very often, a wife is a net negative, not unlike a tapeworm. But I have to believe that the same God who can bring peace to a torn-up family can make a marriage work.

I think the Internet can be a tremendous weapon, to help Christians join in purpose. Look at all the prayer requests that go up on this blog. Having a dozen or a hundred praying for you is certainly better than praying alone.

The same reader who posted the above comment said she had awakened in the middle of the night with Mish on her heart. That keeps happening to me, too, and it seems like it’s always at around 1:20 a.m. I hope it means something.

Let me mention another Aaron. My friend Aaron has just had a crisis. His wife had chest pains, and they put a stent in one of her arteries. It looks like she’s okay, but they have both decided they really need to change their diets and exercise regularly. I hope you’ll pray that her condition improves and that they’ll succeed in their efforts. Like I told Aaron, the Orthodox diet is not known for promoting health or longevity. They’ll have to get used to some real changes.

Critical Condition

I heard from Mish Weiss on Sunday. I checked in on her tonight. Her blog says that she is unconscious and entubated because of hemorrhaging from her eyes and nose. If you look up AML leukemia, you will find that this is a common problem, and that it frequently causes death. Mish is in critical condition. Please keep praying.

Maybe not Totally Original

Click Adolf to visit Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership.

I’m AK, You’re AK

Mike is coming to town. I hope the pizzerias are ready for the added load.

I hope my new murderous and unbelievably dangerous assault rifle gets here before Mike does. By the way, in case any liberals who hate guns yet know absolutely nothing about them are reading, let me point out that it’s a SEMI-AUTOMATIC. Yes, that’s right. I, a mere civilian long suspected of being several pins short of a strike, will possess a DEADLY SEMI-AUTOMATIC WEAPON.

I love it when people whine about how semi-automatic weapons should be illegal. Ask them what “semi-automatic” means, if you want a laugh. About 98% of them think it means “machine gun.” And I’m sure the con artists at the Brady Center are doing nothing to change that perception. It’s like the forged Dan Rather memo; as long as the angels and the editorial staff of Mother Jones are on your side, Mother Gaia loves it when you lie. Your deceit will make her nipples ooze warm soy milk from organic beans that come from plants fertilized with the bodies of aborted babies.

Let me take a second to educate. A semi-automatic weapon fires once every time you pull the trigger, and it cocks itself after every round.

I love revolvers. Because they’re cool. But they’re obsolete. They work. Sure. But semi-automatics work much better and weigh less. Steam locomotives work great. So do rotary phones. But they’re not state of the art, and when you want the best, they’re not what you buy.

The public needs semi-automatics. When a crackhead invades your home and he is completely willing to kill you to avoid arrest–and this happens many times every day–you may have to shoot fifteen times to put him down. You can’t do it with a revolver or a derringer. You need something that pumps lead until the job is done, without providing your assailant with time to recover between reloads. When it comes to pistols, that means semi-auto, period. And optimally, it means a big ol’ magazine.

I have two .357s. I don’t even keep ammunition for them. One holds six rounds; the other, seven. They have relatively heavy trigger pulls. They can’t compare to a Glock with one clip in the well and another in my pocket. Empty both revolvers and you’ve shot 13 rounds. Empty two Glock clips plus the shell in the pipe, and you’ve shot 31. With greater ease and accuracy and less recoil. The revolvers are toys. I enjoy them at the range. If the Obama Jugend starts collecting our sidearms, these are the guns I’ll hand over as decoys. The semi-automatics are the ones I’ll hide.

I’ll hide them in the last places a liberal personality-cult ninny would look. Under a Bible or a box of soap.

One of the weird things about the gun controversy is that gun haters get upset when anyone is killed with a large number of bullets. But if you go to Liveleak and watch actual shootings, you’ll see why this happens. It’s not overkill. It’s not hate or vengefulness or brutality. It just reflects the fact that people who get shot can remain alive and dangerous long enough to kill you. When you shoot another person, the objective is to render him helpless in a fraction of a second. That may be all the time you have, before he shoots back. Very often, a righteous shooter will empty his magazine before the criminal starts to drop. What are you going to do? Assume the first shot took? Wait to see what happens? A lot of dead people have tried that.

Here’s the way defensive shooting works: in for a penny, in for a pound. Once you pull the trigger, you’ve decided to kill the other person. Therefore the number of shots you fire is irrelevant. If the first one kills him and you fire fourteen more, it just means you shot a dead person 13 times. Big deal. You defaced meat. It happens. It’s why caskets have lids. If the fourteenth one kills him, it just means you were right to keep shooting.

In the liberal version of reality, you try to hug the assailant. When that fails, you ask him about his needs. When that fails, you tell him he is making you very uncomfortable, and that you need your space. When that fails, you blow your rape whistle. When that fails, you command him to depart in the name of Obama. When that fails, if you have a gun, you fire it in the air. When that fails, you shoot him somewhere where it won’t hurt all that much. It’s a system of progressive responses. How appropriate.

In actual non-liberal reality, you shoot to kill. Then you shoot to kill. Then you shoot to kill. Then you shoot to kill. Because you don’t have time to become the criminal’s best friend and find out what you did to provoke him to sodomize your family and steal your silver. Criminals are fast. They can kill in half a second. Appeasement is slow.

Lots of people defend themselves and their families successfully with revolvers and even really low-capacity guns like double-barreled shotguns. And a lot of people cut steak with a butter knife. Here’s a great lesson people should learn early. To do a job right, you need the right tool. And the right tool for self-defense is a semi-automatic weapon.

I know you can also do a lot of damage with 12-gauge that only holds a few rounds. This is a weapon with a very unusual level of per-round stopping power, so maybe the rules are different. But a pistol round isn’t a shotgun shell. You need to deliver them in quantity, if you expect to have any hope of landing one in the right place. Personally, I believe in 12-gauges that hold 20-round magazines. In my opinion, a person who shoots five shotgun shells and then has to reload will probably wish he had gone semi-auto.

There’s a famous video of a cop having a shootout with two white trash losers in a van. The passenger loser gets out and opens fire. The cop opens fire. They shoot round after round, from a distance of something like ten feet. Nobody hits a damned thing. Neither one of these men had the ability to shoot well under pressure. Guess who has the best chance of winning in a situation like that, which is very typical? The guy with the biggest magazine. If you shoot enough bullets, sooner or later you’ll hit the bad guy.

Who, in the multi-century history of firearms and gunfights, has ever wished he had FEWER bullets?

So anyway, I like semi-autos, and I like large magazines. And the Vz 58 should be a wonderful thing to have on hand if I ever find myself in danger. If I can’t save myself with 60 rounds of 7.62x39mm, an extremely reliable rifle, and a very bright laser, I deserve to die, because it proves I am a disgrace to my species.

If Mike arrives after the rifle, we’ll be able to take it to the range. That will be fun. I haven’t been there in a long time. I’ve had various tool tasks to perform, and they have eaten into my range time. I bought some reloading supplies, so it won’t be long before I start making amends. I should really break down and get some more .38 Super brass. I have .45 shells coming out of my ears, but .38 Super is something you just have to pay for.

If you haven’t bought a good rifle and at least a thousand rounds of ammunition yet, get with the program. Obama is watching.

More

Here’s a Youtube classic, demonstrating simple martial arts techniques that may be helpful if you are attacked.

One More for the List

Today I have an opportunity to return a favor, to some extent. Reader Ed Bonderenka and his friends gave me invaluable help, praying for me when I needed it. Now Ed needs some help:

On another note. please hold me in prayer. I’ve been seeing a doctor for some lower G.I. issues with little results. Thank God x-rays and ultrasound came back good Friday. But I’m in pain. Thanks.

“Lower G.I. issues.” Yeah, I’ve used that euphemism, too, Ed. Here’s something that has worked for me: blame it on the dog.

Seriously, though, keep Ed in your prayers.

My Ears are Fascinating

First off, please say a fresh prayer for Mish Weiss. She got a look at her prognosis, and she has been very down.

Now for a painstaking discussion of my own trivial concerns.

I am feeling much better. I’m pretty sure the giant dose of MSG I got on Saturday is what kept me awake Saturday night. Something to think about in the future. I am also starting to wonder how safe aspartame is. I looked at the list of things it’s suspected of causing, and a fair number hit home. I have concerns about my short-term memory, for example.

When you consume aspartame, you eventually end up with a certain amount of methyl alcohol in your blood. This is a poison. It can damage your vision and so on. Defenders of aspartame point out that things like tomato juice contain a certain amount of methyl alcohol. Anti-aspartame do-gooders claim there is some difference–I forget what–that makes the alcohol found in juices harmless. I’ve also read that aspartame eventually turns into formaldehyde, which is not a great thing to have in your body. I’m sure some Google cowboy will post the whole story in comments.

Like I said yesterday, I avoid artificial sweeteners. Not because I have solid evidence that they are bad, but because the general rule is that when you cheat nature, something bad happens. I’m not referring to things like building houses or bathing, which arguably defeat nature’s efforts to mess with us. I mean things like taking drugs to enhance performance, or doing weird things to try to halt the aging process, or other efforts that are clearly unnatural. It’s hard to define the difference, but I know it when I see it.

The most disturbing example I can think of is killing unborn babies to steal their cells to help people who have already been born. What could be more warped and unnatural? The natural order works like this: one generation sacrifices itself for the benefit of the succeeding generation. When you do it the other way around, it’s as perverse as cannibalism.

I identified one reason for the sounds I heard. While I tried to sleep, I heard blood pumping in my ears. Looks like I have swimmer’s ear on one side. I know exactly how I got it. I have a neighbor who is a real mess; there are junk cars in the front yard, the backyard used to be a bona-fide jungle (not nearly as nice as it sounds), the house is run-down, and he can’t control his dog. It’s really sad, listening to a grown man walk around his yard, pleading with a standard poodle which has no idea what he’s saying, because it hasn’t been trained.

Anyway, his dogs bark a lot, so I wear ear plugs to bed. Now I pay the price. I am taking appropriate measures, and my ear is getting better.

In the past, I used to call the cops when he had a loud party late at night, or his dogs yapped. Then I decided to be a Christian about it and try to attack the situation on my own end, and of course, I threw in prayer. So far, these efforts have yielded an earache. But I really prefer to do it this way. I believe interpersonal relations are very hard to fix without God’s help.

Also, there must be reasons why I’m such a light sleeper. If I can figure those out, I’ll be a lot better off than I would be if I merely silenced one source of aggravation. Why swat flies? That’s how George Bush puts it. Go for the broad solution.

I don’t get much caffeine, and I haven’t had nicotine since God knows when. I have laid off the aspartame. Maybe things will improve. I wonder if there is a way to soundproof a window, or at least reduce the sound, without replacing it.

I stole more garbage last night, and I’m proud of it. Proud, I tell you. A neighbor had a couple of non-rotten mahogany logs in his trash pile, and one was suitable for sawing up, so I nailed it. I think it’s time to start making mahogany bird toys for Maynard and Marvin.

Worse Than Herpes

Thanks to a Youtube video with a certain song in the soundtrack, I now have “Bumble Boogie” stuck in my brain.

AND YOU MUST SUFFER WITH ME.

This is the original, which is pretty simple, but it’s much better than the Liberace version. Maybe old gay Polish classical musicians aren’t the best choices to express the boogie feel.

Check out the Jools Holland versions on Youtube.

More

Albert Ammons (L) and Pete Johnson (R) play “Boogie Woogie Dream.” Pete Johnson was the best boogie woogie piano player who ever lived.

LA Ghetto Uprising

Aaron got his SW1911! Finally! Somewhere, Pelosi is feeling sharp groin pains.

Check this out:

That is good shooting, especially from a Schwarzenegger hostage in the PRK!

MSG Boy Makes his Debut

Yesterday I was exposed to four substances: aspartame, MSG, malathion, and caffeine. Last night I heard blood pounding in my ears, and during much of the night, I was too alert to sleep. It’s not stress. What stress could I possibly have? I’m wondering what caused the problem.

I don’t think it was the caffeine. I had a cup of coffee, a quart glass of tea, and part of a Diet Coke. That’s not a big load.

Malathion is supposed to be one of the safest bug killers there is. They send trucks up and down the streets here at night, blasting it into the air to keep the mosquitoes down. If it were a real problem, I think the liberal freaks who live here would be spasming and screeching and rending their hemp diapers in front of TV cameras every week. Also, malathion effects only last a few hours.

That leaves aspartame and MSG.

Lately I have tried to cut down on artificial sweeteners. I know they’ve been tested, but there is something that just doesn’t smell right about having your cake and eating it, too. The older I get, the less I believe in free lunch. And these days, the FDA admits that some people have reactions to aspartame. I don’t drink or eat all that much sweetened stuff, so I’m not afraid to use real sugar. But yesterday I had to have Mickey D’s, and that meant Diet Coke. And I had some sugarless yoghurt on hand, which I ordinarily would not eat, and I had a couple of cups.

Once a week, I go to breakfast with my dad, and I use Splenda in my coffee because I’m too lazy to stir sugar until it dissolves.

Maybe I should lay off this stuff completely. I don’t really need it.

The MSG came from takeout Chinese. I had to have some extra spicy shredded chicken extravaganza. I just had to. I’ve heard people complain about MSG, but I figured they were just whiners.

Whatever it was, I can’t wait for it to get out of my system. I felt wonderfully relaxed when I went to bed; I watched my Doug Stowe box-making video for a few minutes, and if you can watch this guy make boxes without passing out, you are abnormal. He talks slowly and takes his time with the work, and it puts me in a trance. Five hours later, I found myself wide awake, and when I tried to sleep, I had nightmares. And I had nasal congestion. And I still don’t feel right.

Maybe it’s time to line the walls with foil and start wearing a respirator.