My Heart Is Sad

Rush Limbaugh has just announced he’s got advanced lung cancer.

Rush has been an inspirational figure for me. He cheered me when I had almost given up on Conservatism as a dead cause.

He, and I, were so often in tune that I wondered if I had become one of those “Mind-numbed-robots” his critics claimed were the sole listeners.

Rarely did I disagree with him on anything. 

I think the reason is that neither of us gets paid to voice someone else’s opinions outside of commercials. He is an authentic voice.

I have not listened to him regularly for almost 20 years due to my work schedule. My wife is a blessing in so many ways, and among them I list the fact that when I have an afternoon off she lets me listen while we drive somewhere. 

I have been following Rush since his first days on national radio. I listened to him on replay during the coldest nights of my life driving a snow-plow in Minnesota. During blazing days pushing a lawnmower to pay the rent. And hundreds of other times when I needed to listen to a brilliant and entertaining voice in the wilderness of liberal media.

He is in need of prayers. Even if you don’t like him, pray for him. I pray for people I can’t stand regularly. Not just at the moment of anger, but I put them on my prayer list. 

Please add Rush to yours today.

 

Welcome To The Third World

I live in Saint Paul, Minnesota. It’s a formerly nice place that’s presently going downhill at a rapid clip. 

If you do a search for Saint Paul & Initiative you will see that our city government is doing much to provide a savings account for every child born in the city, moving to have more low-income housing, and a host of feel-good issues. 

But shootings are at a near-record level, it’s not safe to be in a parking lot on the East side of the city, and the streets remind me of Port Au Prince after a heavy rain.

Exaggeration you say? Well, stand outside in many parts of the city after 9 in the evening and you can hear gunfire. Beatings and robbery are endemic to the mass transit waiting areas. The street in front of my house has more ruts and bumps than the one in front of the mission house I stay at in Haiti.

Why? I’ll tackle the street issue first. You see, in a city that will have winter for 5-6 months each year (November, December, January, February, March, April & usually October) they came up with the brilliant idea this year not to plow after the first snow fall. You know, the one the media described as the heaviest snow in almost 20 years? Yeah, that one. 

So, as it works with snow, cars and trucks drove over it and compressed it. Now, follow closely, that causes it to go up in temperature a bit, and then refreeze when the compression ends. Repeat a few hundred times and 8 inches of snow becomes 4 inches of ice. Then, days after the street in front of the mayor’s house gets plowed, the rest of the peasants get plowed. 

But, for those of you in warm climates, the plow just bounces along on top of ice and doesn’t do anything useful. Nature then sets in and the sunny spots on streets, and above manhole covers, start to melt. This leaves 2-4 inch divots in the icy surface. It’s a bit jarring to drive along to say the least.

We have had some warm days, and some of the streets have melted a bit. But the fact is that it’s winter in Minnesota and they gambled with our money on this one. Economy you know. Need to save that money to squander it later. Don’t plow if you don’t need to. Here’s some math for the geniuses at City Hall:  If you are rolling dice, and planning on getting a pair of sixes, the odds are not in your favor. That’s what you do when you don’t plow. 

The same mathematical logic is in progress regarding crime. No new cops, just train the outnumbered and overworked force a little smarter. Yeah. That’s crap. We’ve essentially decriminalized most misdemeanor crime in the city, and the police are still merely responding to calls – they have no time to proactively work the hot spots. So, if you are out and about, you’d best be carrying your own gun, because the people around you with ill intent surely are. That’s why we have had a record setting pace on bullet wounds this year in my city.

Finally, when you get right down to it, it’s priorities. Now, having had this argument with city employees before, they will tell you it’s all because of the budget process and they can’t do anything about it. However, when my street is not plowed, but the ice rink across the street, and the parking lot at the recreation center adjacent to it is freshly plowed after every snow fall, I’m a bit miffed. 

We live in a liberal city where basic city services – Police, Fire, Street, Water – all take second place to cultural enhancement. Strangely, I contend that without the basics, cultural enhancement is wasted. People continue to flee the city. People like me who grew up here and love a lot about the city. 

But it isn’t very safe anymore. And it’s getting worse every year. We’re becoming a Detroit with nice parks. 

Sorry, but the siren call of Florida is getting louder. I’ll sell my snowblower, get some sunshine, and leave the lunatic left here to finish the destruction of my birthplace. 

Retirement is possible in a mere 167 days according to my employer. Barring a broken back from the rutted roads, or a gunshot wound while waiting for the bus, it looks like my run in this city is coming to a close.

Subject to change, but I think I’ll look at that Florida real estate website again before lunch.  A guy has to have hope. 

Time To Lower My Subscription Numbers

Yes, it’s time for one of those posts that will alienate a whole bunch of people. 

ON second thought, that’s how I’ve built this readership. But I always lose a few readers/friends when I talk about abortion.

Now, for those who don’t know, I’m anti-abortion. That doesn’t mean anti-choice, for the baby has no choice. It does, however, mean pro-life for the unborn. I’m also in favor of anti-life, perhaps “pro-choice”, for selectively thinning the herd of terrorists, rapists, child-molesters, and other assorted criminals, including people who leak classified material to hurt their country. Especially people who do it by circumventing the classification and data laws. But elderly women in Upstate New York rarely fall under my jurisdiction, so there’s that issue.

One of the arguments, a true straw man, that pro-abortion people use is that “Evangelicals love them only before they’re born, and then abandon them.”

Well, it’s time for a word we don’t use a lot around here: BUSHWA!!! I know more evangelicals who have adopted children than I can even count. I’m decidedly non-parental and my wife and I sponsor 4 different children financially. So, let’s put that silly little bit of rubbish to the side. 

The argument – again strawman – that we only care about the unborn takes a segue when you ask them why they think we feel that way? The most common response is that we don’t want to spend the money on the children, and that nobody loves them once they’re born. 

Given that stretch, wouldn’t it logically mean that we also advocate euthanasia of all unloved people who are expensive to maintain? I can think of several people I know who are not particularly lovable and have major medical issues. Is it time to just snuff them? Uh, that’s abhorrent to me. 

What about those who can’t take care of themselves? Then we need to kill all children under about six years of age, because they can’t fend for themselves, anyone with a major injury, anyone in a coma, anyone with ambulatory or back problems. We also need to include the addicted and the foolish. We do spend a lot of time on them, and even more money. So, who here is in favor of abortion and murdering the average 4-year old who isn’t properly loved by their abusive family?

I’m hearing crickets here. Good. Take it as food for thought. Killing babies in the womb isn’t an evangelical issue. It’s not a religious issue. It strikes at the heart of our moral fiber as a species. 


Come back next week when we discuss something else sure to enrage many readers. I’m leaning toward ethics and the democrat impeachment ploy. 

 

Terrorists Do Best At Room Temperature.

And, if the path to room temperature is via a drone strike, a special forces action, or even a small bomb, I’m okay with variations in that temperature before they assume room temperature. 

Let me talk specifically about the very late Sulemani. Now, for those of you who don’t want to live in the real world, you may want to skip this blog today and instead grab your coloring books and draw a nice picture of Nancy Pelosi, or Adam Schiff.

First, a little  primer on classified information for those without experience. Many in the press, and congress, were whining that the administration didn’t tell us all of the reasons for the strike, or what embassies were going to be hit. Yeah, get used to it. It’s called need-to-know. 

An example?  I’ve been out for over 30 years, and I will not discuss certain things. If you start talking about them, the collection method can be blown and never used, or trusted, again. I was often sent off to do things elsewhere, and when I got back to my home command, I would not discuss my activities with those above me in the chain of command. They did not need to know. The wise ones didn’t ask, the foolish ones were rebuked.

But, you say, Congress has oversight! Yeah, that’s true. But the specifics are not part of that deal. I cringe when I listen to members of Congress talk to the press. I know what they shouldn’t say based on my experience. Even three decades later I can detect “sources and methods” disclosing information. Politicians love to talk. And, if you give them the information it will eventually leak out. If I can spot it 30 years later, our adversaries can spot it as well. The difference is that I know it is wrong. They can figure out how we got the information and put it to use to tighten up their system – or kill the person who is spying for us.

On occasion you have to accept the fact that people in the field know more than you do, and accept it. Is it open to abuse? Yes. But the cost of questioning it and pushing for answers to things you do not need to know is very high.

Sulemani (and I really don’t care how it’s spelled) was responsible for deaths of Americans going back to at least 1983. He earned a spot on the hit list for his role in taking over the American Embassy in Tehran in 1979. That, coincidentally, is the year that Iran declared war on the United States. We just haven’t formally extended the courtesy to them, but they have considered themselves at war with us for over 40 years. 

His 1983 run included blowing up the embassy in Beirut. Followed by the massacre of our Marines at the Beirut airport. He moved on over the years to killing people in other countries. This list includes the attack in Buenos Aires against jews, roadside bombs designed to maim and kill Americans in the Middle East, and countless dollars funneled to assorted terrorists around the world.

He was one of those guys who would show up in nifty places like Venezuela to chat with Hugo, or North Korea. We don’t always get pictures of these events, but he was in touch with all sorts of creepy bad people over the years. 

He iced his own cake when he attacked the embassy in Baghdad a short time ago, and then had the hubris to fly in and get ready to direct the next phase of his asymmetric war. 

You see, he should have been dead a very long time ago. But he kept upping the game because nobody had the huevos to swat him down like a cockroach found on the breakfast table. 

Enter President Trump (whom I lovingly think of as “Donnie Two-Scoops”) – a man known for not wanting war. He’d ignored previous Iranian bad actions on a military level and instead imposed financial sanctions. None of the earlier actions had resulted in deaths. But when Iran, and it’s proxies, attacked an American base in Iraq, and killed an American, fun time was over. Couple this with Iranian backed forces attacking the United States embassy – well, nice was out.

Enter Sulemani – a guy who wasn’t supposed to leave Iran according to the United Nations. A guy who was in Iraq to direct further attacks. I mean, he wasn’t in Stockholm chasing blondes, or on the Riveria having an ice cream. He flew to Baghdad from Beirut to kill people, and direct others in killing people.

So, we know where he is, and how many he’s killed – let’s call triple digits just to keep the numbers verifiable – and now it’s show time. We use a drone that only blows him up. Not the airplane he was on, not the terminal, not the home where he was headed, but a single vehicle outside the walls of the airport.

What does Iran do? They launch a ballistic missile attack on Iraq, targeting American forces. They miss. Was it on purpose or by accident? I don’t know. Don’t know the brand of missile, the circular error probability of the warheads used, etc. But that war-mongering maniac Trump strikes back swiftly with …. Well, he imposes more financial sanctions, offers them a chance at diplomacy, and is very statesmanlike – not a toffee-nosed twit like some would like, but more of a real-guy who is saying “knock it off or it gets worse.”

I fail to find any fault here. I think it was a prudent course of action. Frankly, Sulemani should have been room temp in 1983, but a number of presidents let it slide. That time is over. 

You see, letting someone slap you in the face does a couple of things. First, it makes your face hurt. Second, it makes them happy. Third, it makes others wonder what it would be like to slap you in the face. Fourth, it eventually leaves a mark that won’t go away.

On the other hand, when they slap you in the face, and you knock them down, it gives them a chance – once they wake up – to ponder their mistake. They may make it again, but they’ll think about what comes after the knock-down punch. It works. In real life. I’ve seen it proven with individuals and nation states. 

People who say “But it keeps the cycle of violence going” have not reviewed history very well. It goes all the way back to Cain and Abel. I’m all in favor of diplomacy and negotiation, but unless there is a goal, and both sides pursue it, it’s just an act. Iran has been acting like they want peace for over 40 years. Slapping time is in session. 

 

I’m On Vacation Until January 13th, 2020. ***UPDATED***

Since the news is in a holding pattern, barring some catastrophe I’ll be absent for the next two weeks. I’m a tad bit tired after 35 events in 25 days. Evidently “Orange Man Bad” has been impeached because he’s a threat to the Republic, but the congress-critters don’t think he’s enough of a threat to interrupt their splendid three-week vacation. Draw your own conclusions about the urgency/validity of the issue based on that nugget.

A parting thought: Nobody elected you the Sheriff of the left lane. Move over. 

Gosh, that felt good to say. Lots of miles this December, many of them impeded by lunkheads doing the limit in the left lane. 

 

***UPDATE**** 
To my fellow authors:  I love you, and want to help you. Alas, I am overwhelmed with work right now, and am forcing myself to go on a six month hiatus of reviewing manuscripts and writing endorsements and reviews. 

I know how much help I’ve gotten over the years with this, and I will resume in July. But for right now, I’m buried alive. I will only be able to answer quick questions on procedural issues for those who already use me for a source. 

Sorry if that screws up anyone’s plans, but for the moment it’s a survival issue!