Category Archives: Texana

How Officer Unfriendly gets away with murder

In many states, including Texas, the law specifies that if a cop wants to arrest you and you run away, you are poised on the ragged edge of your death.

Because the law specifies that if the cop has a reasonable suspicion that you have committed a felony, s/he is authorized by the power of the state to kill you in cold blood.

One more law that needs changing. Flight should not be grounds for official murder.

UPDATE:  And, whatever you do, don’t point a banana at one of them. You could be jailed for “felony menacing.” They’ve got a law for everything.

The times of Tittlemouse

Story-telling at MyOldRV whose author Andy is also working on his HAM radio license:

I did ask him if the truck was ‘hot’, had he run over a bunch of school chil’ren’s on the sidewalk in it?  Robbed a 7-11?  Any such thing as that?  He mumbled something about a problem with the registration and inspection and said that was about the size of it. Tittlemouse is a lot of things but a liar isn’t one of them.”

Worth a read, pard.

Via MyOldRV.

Why I don’t Tweet

For one thing, they’re so short and pithy, you can wind up seeming to mean something you didn’t intend. Or if you say something you do intend it might be understandable in context but look very unwise standing alone. For instance.

Now I think the Duncanville, Texas teacher at the link went too far. Her words look pretty stupid. But I also think she ought to have a right to say such things without being fired. The problem is saying them in public. So fired she is and all because of a Tweet. Not for me, thanks. Not for me.

Via Instapundit.

Mr. Boy’s straight A’s

He still wears shorts in the winter-time, despite the Arctic blast that settled into Central Texas overnight Tuesday. But I now have to concede that it makes a certain sense.

He rides a school bus now, a bus which stops a short distance away on our street. Then, as he says, he spends the rest of the day moving from classroom to classroom, most of them overheated and drowse-inducing. No, public schools still haven’t solved that problem.

And you have to admire him for his straight A’s so far in high school, including the 90 he pulled out of algebra again for the first semester’s second of three cycles. Thankfully he has his mother’s academic work habits instead of mine.

UPDATE:  The 90 turned into an 89. He was angry at himself, another good sign.

And more random thoughts

How different from the criminal AG Eric Holder could this Loretta Lynch (I almost wrote Lynn) person be? This “first black woman AG” (whoop-dee-do) has been on Holder’s Advisory Committee since 2010 and its chairman since 2013. Why else was she nominated and what else is she gonna do but play scandal goalie until Wormtongue retires?

After paying social security taxes for forty-six years, I’m taking my pittance of the bennies every month without any sense of guilt. I financed the retirement of the so-called “greatest generation,” and now it’s the whatever-you-call-the-latest-generation’s turn to pay for mine. The pols can fix this thing on somebody else’s back. I didn’t escape it and I see no reason why these young-uns should.

Officer Friendly certainly seems to be out of control. But it’s more likely his boss, the politician, who wants it this way. The politicos could stop all these police shootings immediately if they wanted to.

College women must be raping each other, considering there’s more of them in college than men every year.

The D.C. incompetents have been pushing this lo- or no-fat nonsense since the 1960s and pimping for pasta, potatoes and bread. In the 90s they even recommended we all eat more sugar. Of course they take no responsibility for the resulting epidemics of diabetes and obesity. Taking the blame is not their game. Instead, we always got the NYTimes quoting them that the science was settled.

I thought the proactive girl-gropers of Mexico City’s subways were bad until India’s gang rapes started blossoming. Time for the wymyn to admit how good they have it here.

FTL (faster-than-light) is fantasy. I’d settle for a working ramscoop or interplanetary beam rider and reliable cold sleep. Or a generation starship. So long as we go into the outer reaches of the solar system and, eventually, the stars.

Fart, Barf & Itch was corrupted long ago where their cross-dressing director was dressing in panties and bra. The Democrats have just upped the ante.

Prior to the Civil War, American pols routinely attacked each other in scurrilous fashion, just like they do today. Like the white-supremicist candidate whose opponents had three black children run at him in mid-sentence on the stump yelling “Father, Father!”

Wendy is such a hoot. And to think she started off being just another boring liberal trying to get elected to statewide office in libertarian Texas. Nobody expected her to become real entertainment. I hope the Dems pay her to run again and again and again. I’d even chip in a few dimes for the pleasure.

More random thoughts

Since the incumbents will never give up their privileges, much less impose term limits on themselves, the only solution is to vote out incumbents every chance you get. Like tomorrow. No exceptions. Party makes no difference. Constant rotation will give them less time to steal.

But vote conservative when you can. Why? Because, as PJMedia columnist Richard Fernandez puts it: “Even though most politicians are scumbags, conservatives tend to be less scumbaggy simply because the media is always out to get them. They are literally held to a higher standard and consequently, some of them actually rise to it, albeit unwillingly in many cases. But whatever, as long as it works.”

Interesting how whenever Israel fights back against the arabs who like to call themselves Palestinians the haters come out of the woodwork, like cockroaches in the dark. Especially those in the State Department who suddenly are fearful for civilians who might get hurt. Having long ignored the civilians under the gun in Syria, North Korea, Iran, etc. These cockroaches really do miss the Holocaust.

In the old days of sink or swim in newsrooms, before journo degrees became required and “diversity” led to hand-holding of new hires, you’d have been hard-pressed to find a hundred dollar bill in a wallet. Or a woman. Clouds of cigar smoke hung in the air, cigarettes were stomped out on the linoleum floor and pint whiskey bottles were not uncommon in lower desk drawers.

Wait’ll the Queen of Benghazi gets in, then the modern journos’ll be saying how careful they have to be in criticizing a woman. The journos are always looking for an excuse to do nothing but report the latest celebrity whatever.

You can still see the occasional old sedan with two dead deer atop it in the Hill Country during deer season. Not as many as forty years ago. More often now it would be a pickup with the tailgate down.

Anyone who lives in New Jersey and follows the news knows about the New York Time’s constant, egregious errors and bias. Only those beyond NJ are inclined to believe it pure.

I don’t expect the White Houses geniuses, who call names and flip the bird like middle-schoolers on the playground, are smart enough to read Dilbert.

Not sure how far back you want to go to “used to be”, but it wasn’t so long ago (to us in our 70s) that America was segregated, sexist, queer-hating, at least as conformist as now (but in different ways) and a whole lot poorer.

Politicians have always lied, stolen, over-reached and been feared as the final nail in society’s coffin. Perspective, people, we need perspective.

The Democrat snoozemedia is convinced that Obamacare will be fixed someday soon. More likely never is my bet. It’s that 10,500-page rule book that’s killing it. Pols always do themselves in. Their over-reach is our saving grace.

Spook City

With trick-or-treat falling on a Friday this year, we’re expecting an overflow crowd ringing the doorbell at the Rancho tonight. Unfortunately, I won’t have my usual candy give-out helper, as Mr.B. will spend the night with friends at their house.

The costumed little ones and their proud parents are always a treat and I hesitate not to be generous with them. It’s the tall teenagers and near-adults who’ll wear just a funny hat or a grotesque mask we’re more inclined to think of as a trick. So when it’s bedtime for the little ones we’ll probably turn the porch lights off.

UPDATE: Too chilly (temps in the low 60s) for the candy-mongers. Only drew five altogether—fifth through seventh graders—before I cut off the porch lights. None were little ones, alas.