Bambi killed by a deadly shoulder thing that goes up:
Monday, November 4, 2013
The Shoulder Thing That Goes Up
Might as well laugh as cry. Justin eviscerates with humor.
Bambi killed by a deadly shoulder thing that goes up:
Bambi killed by a deadly shoulder thing that goes up:
Early Retirement ... For Your Doctor
If you like your insurance plan you can keep it -- unless it doesn't meet Ministry of Insurance requirements, including maternity coverage for single men.
If you like your doctor, you can keep him or her -- unless your doctor decides to cut his losses and retire.
I work for a large corporation that self-insures. Because we are a technology company, we have a lot of younger, healthy employees. To keep insuring us will cost the company an extra $400,000 this year. Next year? Probably more. At some point something will give.
My wife has Type I diabetes and, after nearly forty years, some of the consequent complications, such as retinopathy. She has been fortunate in that she has had very talented eye surgeons that have saved and actually improved her vision. Her current eye doctor is not only exceptionally skilled but dedicated and caring. In his late fifties, his plan was to continue practicing until around age 70.
He may not be able to do that. According to his conversation with my wife on Friday, a failure on his part to follow the new government rules could result in a $100,000 fine for his first offense. A second offense would land him in jail. He no longer accepts Medicaid patients -- not because he is unwilling to provide care at a lower cost but because Medicaid exposes his practice to too much regulatory risk. His specialty is retinopathy and macular pathologies. Thus the majority of his patients are older, many on Medicare.
The government thinks it can do a better job of providing medical care than doctors. If government-run medical systems are so wonderful, tell me how many American doctors flee to Canada, England or France to practice? I think the Canadian and French models are all right in some respects. Canada has around 35 million residents, France about 65 million. France is not all that far from the same kind of financial crisis that threatens the southern tier of the EU. But in any case, what works for a smaller and less diverse population may not work nearly so well for the U.S.
I hope all the Democrat voters out there will be happy when they need a translator to tell the doctor they are having a heart attack.
The federal government has already shown its incompetence in attempting to set up the system. Implementation will be even more disastrous.
Let people choose what risks they want to take. Then make them accept the consequences. That's the way it should work.
If you like your doctor, you can keep him or her -- unless your doctor decides to cut his losses and retire.
I work for a large corporation that self-insures. Because we are a technology company, we have a lot of younger, healthy employees. To keep insuring us will cost the company an extra $400,000 this year. Next year? Probably more. At some point something will give.
My wife has Type I diabetes and, after nearly forty years, some of the consequent complications, such as retinopathy. She has been fortunate in that she has had very talented eye surgeons that have saved and actually improved her vision. Her current eye doctor is not only exceptionally skilled but dedicated and caring. In his late fifties, his plan was to continue practicing until around age 70.
He may not be able to do that. According to his conversation with my wife on Friday, a failure on his part to follow the new government rules could result in a $100,000 fine for his first offense. A second offense would land him in jail. He no longer accepts Medicaid patients -- not because he is unwilling to provide care at a lower cost but because Medicaid exposes his practice to too much regulatory risk. His specialty is retinopathy and macular pathologies. Thus the majority of his patients are older, many on Medicare.
The government thinks it can do a better job of providing medical care than doctors. If government-run medical systems are so wonderful, tell me how many American doctors flee to Canada, England or France to practice? I think the Canadian and French models are all right in some respects. Canada has around 35 million residents, France about 65 million. France is not all that far from the same kind of financial crisis that threatens the southern tier of the EU. But in any case, what works for a smaller and less diverse population may not work nearly so well for the U.S.
I hope all the Democrat voters out there will be happy when they need a translator to tell the doctor they are having a heart attack.
The federal government has already shown its incompetence in attempting to set up the system. Implementation will be even more disastrous.
Let people choose what risks they want to take. Then make them accept the consequences. That's the way it should work.
Friday, November 1, 2013
What I Thought Was Well-Understood
Law enforcement agencies at all levels are known for what should be called entrapment. At the federal level, for example, agents get wind of some group that sounds like it might be plotting violence and respond by getting operatives to infiltrate the group. Online, police officers pose as underage girls and get into conversations with perverts who are arrested when they try to make contact with the victim. While I think any male over sixteen who is trying to seduce a thirteen-year-old girl needs to have his parts run through an old-fashioned wringer washer, entrapment is still a questionable tactic. Essentially what the LEOs are doing is baiting someone to act, because, so far, prosecution for a thought-crime can be difficult.
There is no reason to think that federal operatives are NOT posing as anti-government groups and individuals online. It is a virtual certainty, and, frankly, I would be disappointed in the FBI if they weren't doing it.
As far as I am concerned, a person can say what they like about any public figure and certainly about any politician or political party, government agency or program. We have the First Amendment to protect -- specifically -- political and religious speech by individuals. It doesn't mean we get to slander somebody with impunity, but it does mean the leftists won't be arrested for calling Bush Hitler and right-wing radicals won't go to jail for comparing Michelle Obama to Chewbacca -- although that does come close to slandering the Wookie.
Right now, there are posters on prepper/patriot/pro-gun/pro-Constitution blogs and websites who are talking about open, armed rebellion. The federal government would love for a bunch of right-wing, Christian militia-types to start something. The agents and operatives that are out there will do their best to spark that type of response and add fuel to the fire if it ignites. They will set up those people -- just like they did the Hutaree militia up in Michigan -- then vilify them in the media.
Do not engage with such people. If a revolution or second civil war breaks out, you won't have to worry about missing it. It won't start over some "tribe" of twenty people in camo who have circled their trailers out in the woods somewhere. Use your head. As long as vocal and political opposition is accepted, that is the route we will take. Unless Obama orders the arrest of Ted Cruz for crimes against the State, Barack the Magnificent, and Dr. Seuss, I'd hold off on planting landmines in the driveway.
There is no reason to think that federal operatives are NOT posing as anti-government groups and individuals online. It is a virtual certainty, and, frankly, I would be disappointed in the FBI if they weren't doing it.
As far as I am concerned, a person can say what they like about any public figure and certainly about any politician or political party, government agency or program. We have the First Amendment to protect -- specifically -- political and religious speech by individuals. It doesn't mean we get to slander somebody with impunity, but it does mean the leftists won't be arrested for calling Bush Hitler and right-wing radicals won't go to jail for comparing Michelle Obama to Chewbacca -- although that does come close to slandering the Wookie.
Right now, there are posters on prepper/patriot/pro-gun/pro-Constitution blogs and websites who are talking about open, armed rebellion. The federal government would love for a bunch of right-wing, Christian militia-types to start something. The agents and operatives that are out there will do their best to spark that type of response and add fuel to the fire if it ignites. They will set up those people -- just like they did the Hutaree militia up in Michigan -- then vilify them in the media.
Do not engage with such people. If a revolution or second civil war breaks out, you won't have to worry about missing it. It won't start over some "tribe" of twenty people in camo who have circled their trailers out in the woods somewhere. Use your head. As long as vocal and political opposition is accepted, that is the route we will take. Unless Obama orders the arrest of Ted Cruz for crimes against the State, Barack the Magnificent, and Dr. Seuss, I'd hold off on planting landmines in the driveway.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Tuco Is Proven Right Again
From Hillview, KY, Police say home intruder wrestled gun away from woman, shot her.
Fortunately for the victim, it appears that she will survive. The shot struck her in the shoulder.
Remember -- I am not a judge, attorney or law enforcement officer. This is just my personal opinion as a hillbilly. Do not take my advice.
I mentioned the other day that my wife has a laser-equipped 10/22 and a revolver in .38 Special as her home defense weapons. I've explained the use of the rifle to her. For the handgun, my instructions are very simple.
If someone has entered my house without permission, they have already committed the crime of breaking and entering. They should have no expectation of safety at that point.
Despite looking a lot like this old cracker -- just add a big white mustache --
as a relatively active and substantial male with some firearms' experience, I have a little more leeway in deciding when to pull the trigger. The frailer and the weaker a person is the less they can afford to wait. Teach them well.
Fortunately for the victim, it appears that she will survive. The shot struck her in the shoulder.
Remember -- I am not a judge, attorney or law enforcement officer. This is just my personal opinion as a hillbilly. Do not take my advice.
I mentioned the other day that my wife has a laser-equipped 10/22 and a revolver in .38 Special as her home defense weapons. I've explained the use of the rifle to her. For the handgun, my instructions are very simple.
- Retrieve the handgun. Keep it down and out of sight.
- Retreat as far as possible while screaming, "Go away! Don't hurt me!" or whatever comes to mind.
- If the intruder continues to advance and reaches a point almost within arms' length, thrust the revolver toward the intruder while pulling the double action trigger. Continue to do this until the gun is empty.
- Do not drop the gun immediately but attempt to use it as a bludgeon if the intruder has not dropped or retreated.
If someone has entered my house without permission, they have already committed the crime of breaking and entering. They should have no expectation of safety at that point.
- Pointing a firearm at someone is technically assault.
- Warning shots are a waste of ammunition.
- Firing a gun at someone is use of deadly force.
Despite looking a lot like this old cracker -- just add a big white mustache --
God Bless Darnell Barton
You need to watch the video which shows the actual event via the surveillance camera on the bus. I can't say much about the quality of the video. My screen keeps getting all blurry.
Mr. Barton is a bus driver in Buffalo, NY. As he was driving, he saw a woman on an overpass who appeared to be preparing to jump onto the freeway below. He stopped his bus, got out, went over, and talked her into coming back onto the sidewalk.
It is not only inspiring that Mr. Barton went out of his way to help another soul but that the passengers applauded his actions at the end. No one, probably, would have thought less of him had he kept driving his route. Almost no one.
"I'm a football guy," Darnell Barton said, "... you sit on the bench and the coach calls your number you gotta go in there and make a play .. you gotta do what the play calls for ...".
I think The Coach is happy.
Mr. Barton is a bus driver in Buffalo, NY. As he was driving, he saw a woman on an overpass who appeared to be preparing to jump onto the freeway below. He stopped his bus, got out, went over, and talked her into coming back onto the sidewalk.
It is not only inspiring that Mr. Barton went out of his way to help another soul but that the passengers applauded his actions at the end. No one, probably, would have thought less of him had he kept driving his route. Almost no one.
"I'm a football guy," Darnell Barton said, "... you sit on the bench and the coach calls your number you gotta go in there and make a play .. you gotta do what the play calls for ...".
I think The Coach is happy.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
At Last We Have a Diagnosis
I've read Fred, usually via Vanderleun, on rare occasions. I hate to link to him. He is, I think, a former journalist, which is to say, an ass. I find him semi-amusing, at times, in very small doses. But, I had to grab this quote:
IED. I've probably told this story before, nevertheless. Dad owned a pretty good John Deere baler -- back in the square bale days of the sixties and seventies. My cousin lived a mile from us, less across the field. My dad being his uncle, we would swap work. He and his boys would help us get our hay in then we'd pull the baler over to his place and put up his hay. We did this for years until all of us boys were grown up and gone and Dad switched to the modern big round bales.
This particular year, we had successfully gotten all of our hay crop, several thousand bales, up and hauled to the barns. Dad pulled his JD baler up into the yard, ready to go to my cousin's place the next day. He decided that he ought to sharpen the rotating knives that cut the twine before he started on his nephew's hay. So he got a wrench and started unbolting them from the frame. One bolt was a little reluctant to turn.
I asked if he wanted me to try it. He replied, "No, you're apt to twist it off." Every time I tell this story I stop and sincerely thank God Dad didn't hand me that wrench. It was about one more turn until we heard that odd little ping followed by the head coming completely free. There was the raw, gleaming metal of the broken bolt staring up from out of that green steel.
Dad looked at it for a second then began to violently and repeatedly strike the heavy chute with his wrench. Clank! Clank! Clank! I'm not sure he even cussed, he was so mad. He just kept whaling on that baler for what seemed like five minutes, though it was almost certainly less than a minute.
Little did we know back then that my father was afflicted with IED.
Fourth: “Therapy.” This disguised witchcraft is very much a subset of the female fascination with emotional relations. It allows them to talk endlessly about their feelings. Men would rather be crucified. Thus everything becomes a “disorder.” Among these absurdities are things ilke Intermittent Explosive Disorder (appropriately, IED), and Temper Irregulation Disorder. These disorders have only been discovered since women took over the schools.
IED. I've probably told this story before, nevertheless. Dad owned a pretty good John Deere baler -- back in the square bale days of the sixties and seventies. My cousin lived a mile from us, less across the field. My dad being his uncle, we would swap work. He and his boys would help us get our hay in then we'd pull the baler over to his place and put up his hay. We did this for years until all of us boys were grown up and gone and Dad switched to the modern big round bales.
This particular year, we had successfully gotten all of our hay crop, several thousand bales, up and hauled to the barns. Dad pulled his JD baler up into the yard, ready to go to my cousin's place the next day. He decided that he ought to sharpen the rotating knives that cut the twine before he started on his nephew's hay. So he got a wrench and started unbolting them from the frame. One bolt was a little reluctant to turn.
I asked if he wanted me to try it. He replied, "No, you're apt to twist it off." Every time I tell this story I stop and sincerely thank God Dad didn't hand me that wrench. It was about one more turn until we heard that odd little ping followed by the head coming completely free. There was the raw, gleaming metal of the broken bolt staring up from out of that green steel.
Dad looked at it for a second then began to violently and repeatedly strike the heavy chute with his wrench. Clank! Clank! Clank! I'm not sure he even cussed, he was so mad. He just kept whaling on that baler for what seemed like five minutes, though it was almost certainly less than a minute.
Little did we know back then that my father was afflicted with IED.
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