Good Morning, Planet Earth...

It doesn't happen often, not as often as it should. Most generally I've found mornings to be rather grim time, you know, the day plotted and planned looming on the horizon. Adulthood and all that jazz.

But this morning I had the distinct treat of waking up and not really knowing, or caring, what time it was. That in itself is unusual, five days a week reveille is 0530 with the race on to put the young one on the school bus at 0730 dressed for public with something in his belly. Today though? A slow easy rise out of the fog to a curiosity: who, what... why am I hearing music from the movie South Pacific? And at this volume?

Yup, I woke up to hear Bali Ha'i calling me into the day. Bloody Mary at about 85db. I climbed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and shuffled into the living room to find the little guy perched on a bar stool he'd centered at the perfect focal point of the stereo, rocking with the music and grinning. Turns out the young one, who to the world is officially deaf, had found the disc and pestered his momma into putting it on the big system. As it further turns out Omega loves that particular show and put the big system to work for what it's worth. Deaf? I'm really, really starting to doubt that. In any case our neighbors here in this little micro-beehive of an apartment were getting a serious dose of culture before lunch.

Like I said, it don't happen often, but it do happen. It happens just often enough to keep me believing that hope is not a fools errand.  Hope your world treats you to something similar here in the near future. We all need the hope, and we all need those little events that keep hope worth having around. Via con dios, and enjoy the day.

Concealed Carry in the Public Schools...

===Originally posted 11/29/2012=======

Sent to the top of the pile of such brain droppings as a consequence of once again dealing with the (s.i.c.) public indoctri... er, education system...

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OMG, what are we talking here?  Gangsta's armed to the teeth?  Guardian angels packing major artillery in answer?  Sig and Beretta vrs Colt and Ruger?  No name Saturday night specials and airline invisible plastic zip guns?  No.  Not even.   We're talking... may the Saints protect us... cough drops.  Freaking fragging farking cough drops.  What in the slam fucking hell is WRONG with the people who run the schools? 

I took the kid to the doctor the other day.  She'd awakened with a racking dry cough, fever floating a couple of degrees over normal run ranges, kind of bleary pale and disconnected.  The kid has the bug.  No surprise, it had been making the rounds.  You know, the classic public school grundge bug proto bronchitis.  The doc looked her over, took a good listen, said yup, that's what's in play.  If she's still coughing in five days don't bother bringing her in, just give me a call and I'll call her in a script for some antibiotics.  And then he wrote her a couple of notes, one to validate that she'd been in to see him, and another advising he'd essentially prescribed an over the counter antiseptic cough drop, just to keep the hacking down to something reasonable.  And even with a confirmed physicians' note the fucking public schools demanded she surrender the cough drops at the office (where the congestion in the halls and the short passing period between classes effectively puts them out of reach) and threatened her with suspension for carrying them into the school.  Cough drops.

The fucking idiots treat the kids like prisoners and then wonder why they turn into criminals. The goddamn fools.  No wonder the kids are all into zombies and vampires.  They're being educated by them.

May the Gods of Google carry my words to them, that they know their lunacy is known.  It's time to go political on them, shit can the traitors and start over with sane human beings instead of brain dead soulless digidrones tasked with converting living children into more of their own kind.  At this point it's a matter of national security when you get right down to the bottom line.