National Empty Chair Day

This almost invisible chair sits in a bird bath in our front yard.

It’s pretty dry here right now, and the birdbath which normally has a frog in the center was tipped over by some thirsty visitors. I demoted the frog to the ground, took the songbird who usually sits in the chair and put him next to the frog, and thought an empty chair in an empty birdbath surrounded by dry dead flowers was a subtle enough statement in Obama Country.

Perhaps this is why he isn’t sitting in a chair…

Animal Farm

Recent front page topics at The Daily Astorian, my local liberal branch of the MSM, included in order an article about the local overpopulation of deer within the city limits, the multiple sightings of a cougar within the city limits, and an overpopulation of feral cats along the popular river walk in town.

I think that this offers a metaphor and literary reference that so far have evaded the local editorial page.  The deer are protected from predation by law, thus they multiply without restraint.  The cougar is ranging this time of year, and as the city offers a rich diet of deer and small animals (small pets as well as the numerous feral domesticates), this is a fine destination for it.  Thus the locals who find the deer cute and feed them, sometimes by hand, and the kind elderly lady and her friends that feed and enable the feral felines within the city limits, share responsibility for attracting large predators that endanger humans.

I find a parallel with the generous entitlement programs in Washington and Oregon coupled with cheap housing and a mild climate, that attract many who live off government entitlements from California, Idaho and beyond.  Indeed as benefits change, there are many here along the border who move back and forth from WA to OR to maximize their support.

In both situations it appears impossible to generate acknowledgement from the enablers of these situations that they share responsibility for the ill results of their well intentioned actions.

Perhaps someday, there will be a movement, the meetings of which will begin with each member standing and greeting:  “Hello, my name is John, and I am a liberal enabler.”  Until then, the meetings resemble more those chaired by Napoleon, in Eric Blair’s novel.

Kook Kontrol

Macabre thought for the day:


If the latest “he whose name shall not be mentioned” killer kook had not been so enamored with firearms and untrained in proper gun control, and instead had resorted to using flammable IED’s and a suicide vest in a crowded theater, would not the death toll and horror been much higher?

At least he chose a weapons system that could jam, didn’t know how to clear it, and prematurely ended his death spree in the “gun-free” zone of the movie theater.

Somebody Call Me the Whaaaambulance

I’m sitting unshaven and gritty in the lobby of a posh Portland Hotel, The Benson. At least the WIFI is free here. Though checkout is at Noon, when I came back from walking my wife to her conference to shower and clean up at 9 AM, I found the maid had already torn the room apart and ditched all the towels and soap. She didn’t speak English and just smiled at me. Wouldn’t let me back in the room, either.

Last night at Mama Mia’s I asked for a salad very light on the dressing as my main dish. It was slathered in some nasty creamy concoction that made me think I ought to be wearing latex to touch it. My damn hearing aids couldn’t even pick up the alarm on my iPhone that was going off for 8 minutes in the restaurant. The waiter thought it would be funny to package all the salad in a to go box for me since I only ate the free range chicken and fair market avocado off the top of it. And I didn’t get to see the chicken’s or the avocado’s portfolio before it was served to me.

I am getting the “F” out of Portlandia and I suspect it is happy to see my sagging ass leave.

Predator vs AQ’s

Today the NYT’s propaganda machine, on this page, discussed the 9/11 Memorial Service at Ground Zero, and never leaving a chance to bash GW Bush and Bolster BO untaken, proceeded to stuff the article with descriptions of how Mr. Obama had exponentially increased the use of UAV’s and killed lots of bad guys, compared to the meager yield under tentative Bush’s purview.

What they leave out is the Predator Program, originally developed under the Clinton Administration, with less than a dozen planes and one squadron, was upsized, armed and deployed under the Bush administration, with now 4 complete squadrons, additional Special Forces and CIA squadrons, and about 5 times as many planes and operators.   The augmented systems became available for use as Obama took office thanks to the efforts of the Bush administration.

The system had been upgraded continually with a major change allowing central operations from Creech AFB (previously Indian Springs Auxiliary Air Field under Clinton), reducing the number of personnel needed to deploy the UAV and keeping the pilots and sensor operators in CONUS, along with their sensitive raw data analysis.  Additional weapons and UAV upgrades increased the hardiness of the UAV and increased its loiter time.  All in time for Mr Obama to exploit this system, which the USAF, CIA and Special Forces have done under his command.

However, it is disingenuous to give Mr. Obama all the credit for the current system’s success, as the NYT implies in this article.

It’s all Bush’s fault.