Watching a Bob Hope-James Cagney dance routine (yes, Hope could dance) I was reminded of this recent essay by historian Victor Davis Hanson:
“Our ancestors were builders and pioneers and mostly fearless. We are regulators, auditors, bureaucrats, adjudicators, censors, critics, plaintiffs, defendants, social media junkies and thin-skinned scolds. A distant generation created; we mostly delay, idle and gripe.”
When it appeared in the ceiling light fixture, after I’d switched a dead 40w bulb to a 14watt LED, my first thought was Bar’s bad reactions to hornet/wasp stings and such. Very bad reactions. Show-stopping reactions.
So Bugmaster is on the case and can’t come too soon. They advertise as scorpion exterminators. Then I’ll tell her, so her nightmares are fewer. And then I need to replace the LED with a CFL or incandescent.
LED’s won’t survive enclosed space. The things you learn when our thieving pols of both parties are paid off to put sales restrictions on Mr. Edison’s invention, the incandescent.
UPDATE: Bugmaster can’t come until tomorrow, from 4 to 6.
Of President Trump’s impeachment, of course. The Dims and their bureaucrat allies haven’t given up since he declared for president. Despite the fact that, as usual, our multi-millionaire lifetime pols and their GS-whatever lackeys, were there first. They did it first.
“Never mind that they themselves were the originators and instigators of the current proximate cause — foreign meddling (in their cases Italy, Australia, the UK, and Ukraine that we know of so far) — it is Trump who must fall for this sin. They must protect their shallow bureaucratic lives at all costs, even if it means the dissolution of this democratic republic, this nation that we are supposed to love, even if it means civil war. Whatever happens, they will blame Donald Trump at the top of their Beltway lungs when they themselves are to blame.”
“This French teacher was fired for refusing to speak in a certain way that violated his conscience. He had pledged to refer to this girl by her chosen name in order to avoid the pronoun fight, but the school’s leaders deemed that insufficient. Instead, they pursued a transgender ‘crusade’ against the heresy of biological reality and traditional beliefs about men and women.”
Amazing that you can be fired for not playing this PC game. Glad I’m retired.
I had to do this morning what I try to avoid: go to the post office. Long lines, irritable employees. But I had to pick up a new mezuzah Mr. Goon was kind enough to send to replace our stolen one. His was small enough that it could have fit in my mailbox but the postman held it back for pickup anyway at the P.O. which is miles away from the mini-rancho.
Not that I’m paranoid or anything but ISRAEL in big bold letters on the front of the mailer makes some people peevish these days. The clerk at the P.O. certainly was. Short-tempered when I had a momentary lapse in thinking (common to we seventy-five-year-olds) while trying to decipher their credit card machine to buy some stamps. While I was there, you know. Figures a fed machine would be different from all commercial ones I have seen.
But the postal fellow? He was black, middle-aged and irritable, especially after he retrieved the package (from ISRAEL) for me. Looked downright angry. Some people forget, if they ever knew, how hard the Jews worked to get African Americans their civil rights. Some even died for it.
Imagine my surprise when I tried to transfer some savings to checking this morning and was told by the bank’s robot that I had already reached the federal limit of six transfers in one month.
Never heard of it? Neither did I. Invasion of the bureaucracy!