...and I'm covered under the Americans with Disability Act.
I learn from an old George Will column that I am likely afflicted, per the American Psychiatric Association manual of disorders, with a DSM-IV ailment. Specifically it is oppositional defiant disorder characterized by displaying a pattern of negativistic, defiant, disobedient, and hostile behavior toward authority figures.
It means that when I yell that Hillary is a harridan, the kind of thing to which men are pleased to be unmarried, I can't help it.
I never thought of it as a disease under ADA. I thought I was just fulfilling my anti-statist duty by expressing a pertinent and verifiable fact. So I am slightly disappointed to discover that I'm merely nuts.
Still, I guess there's the compensation of knowing that if I fill out the right form I can probably get some bennies.
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I mentioned Will's vocabulary a while back, and I found another dandy. I had to look it up.
Swivet.
It means hissy fit, as in Mrs. Clinton's behavior when questioned about Benghazi. Or learns about interns.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 27, 2015
Elsewhere in America
In Macon, Missouri.
They are to transportation as the Colt 1911 is to weaponry, and they never fail to trigger my acquisitive mania.
There were 13 of them, including the lust object called Scrambler. Of which, below, the interior of the blue one at far right. Just too tired.
Or how about a nice flat fender Willys from the 40s or early 50s?
Like the Scrambler, just too tired. The engine was missing and the transmission stored on the floorboards.
No one was around the place, else I'd have undoubtedly asked prices, then mentally added restoration costs of $goodgawdafriday before deciding there are other toys which would give me more pleasure per buck invested.
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I am writing trivia yesterday and today, little more than pretty pictures captioned. The banality must suffice until I work my way into something more about a trip with a purpose; tracking my kin and my larger people, the Scots Irish, the redneck hillbillies of whom I am a recent incarnation.
I'll probably get round to saying something prosy about it. For now leave it this way: Anyone who walked the Wilderness Road from the foothills just above Tidewater Country, stumbled on and through the Cumberland Gap, and followed Boone's Trace up to his first fort was one tough son of a bitch. Or daughter. From seven generations forward, here's to you Grandpa John and Grandma Christina.
The Gap.
They are to transportation as the Colt 1911 is to weaponry, and they never fail to trigger my acquisitive mania.
There were 13 of them, including the lust object called Scrambler. Of which, below, the interior of the blue one at far right. Just too tired.
Or how about a nice flat fender Willys from the 40s or early 50s?
Like the Scrambler, just too tired. The engine was missing and the transmission stored on the floorboards.
No one was around the place, else I'd have undoubtedly asked prices, then mentally added restoration costs of $goodgawdafriday before deciding there are other toys which would give me more pleasure per buck invested.
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I am writing trivia yesterday and today, little more than pretty pictures captioned. The banality must suffice until I work my way into something more about a trip with a purpose; tracking my kin and my larger people, the Scots Irish, the redneck hillbillies of whom I am a recent incarnation.
I'll probably get round to saying something prosy about it. For now leave it this way: Anyone who walked the Wilderness Road from the foothills just above Tidewater Country, stumbled on and through the Cumberland Gap, and followed Boone's Trace up to his first fort was one tough son of a bitch. Or daughter. From seven generations forward, here's to you Grandpa John and Grandma Christina.
Jul 26, 2015
What I saw in America
Beautifully restored and maintained atop "The Pinnacle" overlooking the Cumberland Gap.
The Civil War piece, originally emplaced for a battle never fought, inspired three of our fellow citizens.
If the gods are just, Gary C. was stricken limp forever and Alicia C. became permanently frigid. DGB should be let off with multiple public horse whippings and a court order barring reproduction.
Jul 11, 2015
Why stop there?
Washington says it's time to update the obsolete M4 carbine in its various passé costumes. RFPs and bids and spec sheets and dream sheets and I don't know what-all are flying around the Pentagon and all rest of the Military-Industrial Complication.
Okay, look, I admit modern warriors know infinitely more about modern warfare than I do, and they can point to many glorious and clear-cut military victories in the past 40 years or so to prove it.
But sometimes a fellow wonders.
According to this guy, one of the many new specs will be "Adding room for more attachments on the carbine (e.g laser sights, flashlights, bipods)."
Is that the limit of the desiderata, or is the "e.g." meant to include other handy enhancements? How about a barrel-attached manifold to heat C-rats? A flip-up, lighted makeup mirror? Other e.g.?
(Off-stage voice) C-rats, you idiot? They haven't been issued in at least two generations. Shaddup!
Good point. The last OD can of lima beans was issued when the soldier's weapon was considered a rifle, a battle weapon, instead of just another MOLLE load-bearing gizmo. My bad, and I'll drag my sorry old butt down to the VFW club and whisper my opinions into a 50-cent draft Grain Belt while the guy next to me brags about potting NorComs at 800 yards with his Garand up near the Chosin Reservoir.
Okay, look, I admit modern warriors know infinitely more about modern warfare than I do, and they can point to many glorious and clear-cut military victories in the past 40 years or so to prove it.
But sometimes a fellow wonders.
According to this guy, one of the many new specs will be "Adding room for more attachments on the carbine (e.g laser sights, flashlights, bipods)."
Is that the limit of the desiderata, or is the "e.g." meant to include other handy enhancements? How about a barrel-attached manifold to heat C-rats? A flip-up, lighted makeup mirror? Other e.g.?
(Off-stage voice) C-rats, you idiot? They haven't been issued in at least two generations. Shaddup!
Good point. The last OD can of lima beans was issued when the soldier's weapon was considered a rifle, a battle weapon, instead of just another MOLLE load-bearing gizmo. My bad, and I'll drag my sorry old butt down to the VFW club and whisper my opinions into a 50-cent draft Grain Belt while the guy next to me brags about potting NorComs at 800 yards with his Garand up near the Chosin Reservoir.
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