Ruminations: Google is all Evil?

So Google is being investigated in Germany, Great Britain, Australia and I don’t know where else due to privacy concerns. I am not saying that Google is innocent but isn’t kinda hypocritical that nations that have thousands of cameras per square mile, check you up and down any second they like to and even have government squads to check for unregistered, untaxed TV sets should complain loudly about privacy that they do not give to their subjects and citizens.

Then again it is like the old bumpersticker:

That might be it.

Florida Casino License and the current Administration in D.C.

I am taking a little break after spending a better part of my waking hours today filling 17 pages to apply for a Florida’s Slot Machine Individual Occupational License and Professional or Business Employee Supplemental Information. If you want to work in any casino in Florida in any capacity (may it be as owner,  a blackjack dealer or sweeping the sidewalks) you must get this license. The amount of information required by the Florida Department of Business and Professional Regulation is so intrusive it is ticking me off royally but I got to think that about half the people in our current administration in DC wouldn’t be able to apply for this license at all. Florida demands info for proof of citizenship as in a Birth Certificate to IRS records to having never been in an police investigation, fraud, dishonorable discharge, any civil, criminal or investigative procedure, Grand Jury investigations, pardons, local or state code violations, etc.

Geez…. To think I am more prepared to be Czar or Secretary of something than the Hope & Change Gang.

Jim Cirillo still teaching.

I finished Jim Cirillo’s Tales of the Stakeout Squad last night. I was expecting a book full of tales of heroism and deeds of super humans. What I got was a deep class on the reality of a gun fight. Don’t misunderstand me, you do get great stories and a glimpse in the head and spirit of a great man (He is another character I will miss never meeting like the late Col. Cooper) but I was not expecting the eye opening information Jim Cirillo’s stories would provide. His work with the Stake Out Squad is just amazing: The selection of the personnel, the weapons they chose, the selection of the locales, shot placement, ammunition and the care for innocent bystanders is just amazing.  Of course kudos have to go to Paul Kirchner who interviewed and collected hours of Cirillo’s bon mots and accounts.

So get the book, read it, read it again and then read it once more. The experiences of a gunfighter  and certified good guy can only serve us well and we will honor him by learning from him. There is a quote in the book from Cirillo that says: ” In teaching a student how to shoot, that’s where I shine.” He still does through this book and I could not think of a better memorial to his life.

Nashville. Get Well Soon.

I lived a bit over three years in Nashville. More than living, it was home because of the people who were kind to a darn foreigner who barely spoke enough English to order a burger and ask for the restroom. It was in Nashville where I learned a new language, discovered that Halloween was my favorite bought my first gun (A Beretta .25 tilt-up barrel at the now defunct The Arms Room),  got drunk on white lightning, met Waylon, Jessie, Willy and half Kansas (the band, not the state), savored the best pancakes in the world at The Pancake Pantry and met the woman that has been my wife for almost a quarter of a century.

Nashville taught me to be independent, ornery, and to take things with humor. I still remember a hellish ice storm that kept us indoor for 4 days… or should have. There were some dear rednecks that did go out driving in the streets cum ice rinks with the predictable results and all caught on video. Nothing like seeing an old battered pick up truck going downhill totally out of control and you could hear the driver screaming the rebel yell a top of his lungs till he crashed into another vehicle that already crashed into another. The driver got out and said “Well now that was fun!” and the driver of the target car, standing on the sidewalk agreed with him!

So, even though my dear old city is today recovering from what is called a Thousand Year Flood, I could not help and smile when I saw this picture:

I see they are still headstrong an laughing up there.

PS: I am so craving for Silver Dollar pancakes right now.

“Be a patriot on some other day.”

You’d probably seen on the news about the crap storm that happened in a Gilroy (People’s Republica De California) when the principal of Four Live Oak High School sent four students home for wearing T-Shirts depicting the American flag during the celebration of the Cinco de Mayo, a made up Mexican Holiday.

It is disgusting enough that wearing the US colors inside the United States could be construed as “incendiary”  but when I read the following quote:

“It’s disrespectful to do it on Cinco de Mayo,” said Jessica Cortez, a Live Oak sophomore. “They can be a patriot on some other day. Not that specific day.”

What in the name of the hookers of Tijuana (Mexico’s third biggest source of income after drugs and money sent from the USA by “undocumented” workers) are you talking about dear Cholita?  Do you have the ovarios to dictate when can somebody be patriotic? And if you are so Mexican Patriota, How come you have a Gringo name and live in Gringolandia and partake of the fruits that the Gringos stole from your Aztec People (The official parasites that sucked the life out of the Mayans) I just hate hypocrites.

Oye Yesi, you wanna impress me? Get your American Blue Jeans’ ass down to Ciudad de Mejico and demand the following:

  • Have official forms and paperwork in both English and Spanish.
  • Demand that informational signage should be in both English and Spanish.
  • Protest the drastic inmigration laws of Mejico and demand free passage between Mejico and Honduras.
  • Demand that the Fourth of July be celebrated or at least respected and that schools should raise the Stars & Bars and erase all traces of the Mexican flag during that day.
  • Tell us where to send the donations for your funeral, ’cause you will probably be beaten to death .

Si seras pendeja muchacha.

Quick note: Cinco de Mayo is allegedly commemorated for the Battle of Puebla. Only the people from Puebla sort of celebrates it and only because you may get a free day off work. This battle was in between the Mexican Army and the French and the French lost…as usual. It is embarrassing that anybody would celebrate beating a country that has a genetic disposition to wave a whit flag. Somebody said that the Battle of Pueblas is like the end of Rocky 2: Mexico was declared the winner because they got up first to run away and the referee called a K.O. for the hell of it.

It is not paranoia if there is proof.

Security exercise at Ft Knox targets the Tea Party. “Them peoples are dangerous!”

Ft. Knox requested that the memo containing the instructions of the exercise be removed from Mark Alexander’s blog and he politely complied. But the problem with the internet is that many people will make copies and keep them.  Something about Free Speech and the need to be informed, that pesky First Amendment! Somebody kept a copy and then somebody else made a copy and so on and so forth till I landed one.