One year ago today: June 17, 2015, home-made joystick.
Five years ago today: June 17, 2011, electing liars for 40 years.
Nine years ago today: June 17, 2007, Blues up the ying-yang.
Random years ago today: June 17, 2013, I diss Miss Utah.
MORNING
After checking the competition, I relisted my old place at twice the price. There is always a market for the most economoical place in town, and it is right here. The average cost of occupancy is less than $600 per month, a miracle in Broward country. Rents, particularly house rents, have gone insane in this area. Except for my immediate neighbors, ain’t nobody living as economically as I am in this town. And their units are dumps compared to mine. The guy to the west of me sets foot out of the house once every few months. The helpless lady across the way lives there with her cat and satellite dish and waits for her daughter to visit twice a year.
I was going to head out when the neighbor came over with warnings of 68 mph winds in Deerfield Beach. I decided this might be one of those golden opportunities to stay home, get some quality time in with the guitar, maybe read a little. Well, okay, I don’t usually read just a little, and I came across this picture. This is in the middle of the ocean somewhere. I say it is some kind of remote weather station or navigation radar. I can’t make out the orange object. But there are clearly three types of sweep radar and two radomes.
But, I have no idea what it may be. It looks like it is resting on some shallow reef. Whenever I see that, I think, “missile test range”. These are of dubious military value otherwise, since they are easily punched out by sea-skimming homing missiles. Who remembers the original famous such missile, the Exocet? It was most used in the Falklands war, but how would you like the background on that? I do study weaponry, you know.
The Exocet was a brute of a rocket, but ahead of its time, which was around 1978, if I recall. The missile required a specially wired airplane to deliver it and it could only be used in pairs. So you needed two airplanes, actually. That was Argentina’s problem. They only had four of the airplanes with one Exocet each, or maybe they had five. Anyhow ,the French smartly cut off their support as soon as the shooting started.
It’s what happened next you don’t know. The Argentines, with only the equipment to launch three attacks, sank two ships, the Atlantic Conveyor and the Sheffield. Had they waited until the French had delivered all fourteen, the war might have ended differently. This is also the war the Brits discovered their aluminum-hulled ships can and will burn. Ferociously, but that is also a secret.
What the? I just lost my two patio chairs in the crosswind. Ah, I’ll go pick them up in the morning. I’m still listening to Leon Redbone even though I don’t like the whole sound. I don’t reject most music outright, but this guy is getting close. I have heard a few of these tunes at Karaoke, but I assumed they were remakes of 1930s material, and judging by the types who sang that seemed about right. It seems it is mainly those who can’t play an instrument who sing this stuff. That makes sense in a dull sort of way. I used to make my ex wear headphones when she dabbled with jazz.
Orbiting cyclones.
NOON
While shopping for a credit union, I found the Musicians Interguild. I had to look. It’s website shows a musician, presumably, checking his balances on a smart phone. It shows $12,395.25 which includes $2,739.84 in checking and another $3,247.06 in his money market fund. Gee, where does such a musician live? Certainly not in Hollywood, FL, where they are better known for running out on their bar tabs. And that Platinum Card—who is this rich musician, anyway? Leon Redbone?
The Brit news is still not telling the whole truth about the shooting y’day. Immigration is a problem because most of the English don’t want it, and that is the issue. Instead they are focused on calling the killer a neo-Nazi and all that crappulence that nobody cares about. The dead lady was trying to integrate your neighborhood, not hers. I’ll bet she had landed property from which she collected rent, or somehow was part of the class that requires an expanding population base of poor people to keep wealthy. I said I’ll bet, I don’t know. But I smell an ulterior motive. Britain needs to start importing more rednecks if they hope to make 2030.
One has to eventually ask a fundamental question of what sort of individuals want to immigrate to England. It isn’t Americans, or French, or Germans. It is people with contradictory values and who have declared they want to ruin the place. Screaming maniacs, military age men, from societies that have no concept of equality or human rights and don’t want any. The locals who champion them are nothing but evil traitors against their own kind. Ain’t no hypocrite quite like the Liberal who wants to burn down your house to make you "equal" to those who don't have a amn thing.
Death Valley.:
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NIGHT
I finally got out for morning coffee by 6:30PM. And in for a rude awakening. Every new homeowner can tell you what I already said, the new place is a money pit. And I am going to run short in the first half of next month. I said short, not out. Merely being short causes delays, not bad decisions. What will I run short of? Any combination of time, money, or friends. I can always survive by doing nothing. That’s the ancient peasant defense. Can’t lose nothing if you ain’t got nothing.
Shown here is a last minute pack job, JZ and decided to heck with Broward and piled a load on the truck. We drove directly out of town with this Beverly Hillbilly load of furniture straight for downtown Lakeland. By now we know the back roads and had no trouble avoiding any crowds, image-conscious clowns that we are. Note late in the evening the substantial amount of daylight. That could be because this picture was actually taken morning of the next day. Ha-ha.
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