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Friday, July 10, 2020

July 10, 2020

Yesteryear
One year ago today: July 10, 2019, talkin’ politics.
Five years ago today: July 10, 2015, i-n-s-i-d-e j-o-b.
Nine years ago today: July 10, 2011, don’t use them all.
Random years ago today: July 10, 2014, sounds British to me.

           What luck, a cloudy morning of relative cool weather. I got out there and moved two fence posts, that lean-to or canopy is going to be a prize for me. The one corner that is roofed over has already become a focal point. Possibly I find something redeeming about being able to work with either drenching rain or oppressive heat just a few inches away. This delays the house renovations—and I really want to get after that kitchen floor, but it will also be nice to have a work area away from the house so I can have my full kitchen back.
           I leaned into the work, moving the old vacuum stand. It didn’t need to be inside the work area. I leveled the end plates and got the remainder of the roof structure ready for the rafters. Fourteen more are required. The max I can move in the station wagon at once is eight, as the far end has to reach through the car between the front seats. Any more blocks my view of oncoming traffic. Just as I wheel these eight to the car, the storm that was pending all morning decides to open up right then. I thought of a picture showing me soaked at the lumber yard. But, um, er, I didn’t want to get my camera wet.
           Here are the beets sprouting after four days rather than the ten days listed on the package. Then again, it’s a custom raised planter in an ideal growing climate. I actually sort of like beets, this is a trial run to see what will grow in the sand. So far so good.

           Hey, flash flood. I plowed through it past the floorboards at times to get to the store. The lumber is sitting out in the car, it can stay there all day if it rains. This isn’t drone weather so I watched old Lee Van Cleef movies. That guy cannot act but who could back then? You just had to be recognizable and at the right place. Then a movie, “Emperor” about the Japanese surrender. Tommy Lee Jones as MacArthur? He did a decent job, but the whole portrayal is pro-Japanese, like the part where they point out they did not take the Philippines from the Philippinos, but from the Americans. Or take the East Indies from the East Indians, rather, from the Dutch.
           One gets weary of the fairy tales of Japan out to conquer the world. No nation has ever possessed a fraction of the power needed to even try, so it is mostly Allied propaganda. Like unconditional surrender, that’s a hoax bigger than Trump’s impeachment. There is one aspect Hollywood seems keen on, the concept of ancient civilizations being too deep or enigmatic for Westerners to understand. Nonsense, the longer a religion sticks around, the more emblematic that its followers can’t or won’t change in a universe of constant change..
           This reverence for the god-emperor is an excellent example. It’s a load of crap that outsiders can’t understand something 2,000 years old. On the contrary, the West if very familiar with how some people can do things wrong for that long. My view is that every generation goes through that worship the leader stage. The difference is in Western cultures, they eventually grow out of it. So don’t hand me that bunk that we don’t understand a shackle we threw off 2,000 years ago.

Picture of the day.
Miami, Oklahoma.
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           I got a robocall from the “extended warranty” bunch. I thought Trump rounded them bastards up. That’s two calls this week. Come on, the Donald, jump on it. The call back is now two stage, where the first Hindu, “Mary” gets the make and model of your car and enough info to make further guesses, then sends you to an “insurance specialist” who wants $2,000 to cover your car bumper to bumper in their parlance. They are exceedingly careful not to give out any information that can identify them until they know who you are first. Measure, counter-measure except for the one factor they can never manage—to ever get rid of that East Indian accent.
           By now, I’m exhausted and had big plans to go out to a spot with live entertainment. The rain let up, so what was my decision? I stayed here and put up the eight new rafters. I manhandled them onto the sawhorses in the back yard, cut the bevels and hoisted them up into place. This took four hours. I stood them in place and tacked them so I could throw the camo tarp and tarpaper over them, I’ll be early tomorrow to finish that rain or shine. It was dark before I could have paused for photos, so if you see any, I took them tomorrow. Today’s cost in lumber, $67.59.
           I say again, this photo shows the rafters only tacked in place. They are not fixed down yet, do not even think of walking up there. I will need four more 12-footers, I’ll pay you ten bucks to go get them, it’s only a mile. I’ll now enter a phase of long hours where it looks like nothing is getting done. But this work will increasingly be in the shade.

           The neighbor is catching on slowly that there will eventually be some kind of divider along his side of the yard. He’s an okay dude but I do not want to wind up that way. A shed full of tools and no gumption or know-how to use them. If he built that barn himself, no wonder he admires my handiwork. I know the extra shove required to get started once you are over say, 55. The downside is how easy it is to get out of that habit. Let it go a couple weeks, that turns into a couple months and after that the lure of cable TV takes over. For most Americans, that makes them a goner.
           For siesta, I took a look at what is trending. What a bloody mess some people are making of things. Every dissenting view is neo-Nazi, Internet shutdowns in 2019 cost the global economy $8 billion, rogue civil servants enacting anti-privacy laws, cops taping over their badge numbers, police buying information that requires a warrant, and the Supreme Court entertaining Facebook’s bid to stop a class action for what they’ve done.

           This is the legacy of the turning the computer into a toy, though for many the connection may be hard to spot. Think of it this way, the Internet was designed for the free exchange of information. Turn it into a toy and the system becomes the paid exchange of advertising. Every price quote is some kind of lie, medical equipment quits working if a payment is missed, every new application is laced with spyware, product warrantees have become a joke and the word “free” has become meaningless. But the one that beats all are the sites that put up a screen saying nude images ahead, click here to confirm you are over 18. Just when you thought they could not get any stupider.
           Why, I think I’ll play some bass. Oh, that reminds me, next week I start therapy again for my shoulder. I predict the same result, the exercises relieve the pain until the next time I play bass. This routine continues until the doctor recommends surgery and I bail.

ADDENDUM
           Interesting. Trump is considering choking off federal funding to universities with an anti-American stance and leftist curriculums. And they are panicked, calling him anti-free speech and a would-be dictator. Really? If you liberals have got everything down to an agenda, how come you are not self-funding? I know. Because parasites (them) require a host (us). Cut them off, I say, until they become pro-American. After all, it is our money, not theirs. This could prove most interesting. Imagine that, the radical left accusing Trump of being against free speech. That’s a big “duh”.
           Yep, the telemarketers are back. The American-based operations are far too slippery to give out any information. These are the you-have-won people, promising hotel and Disney discounts. Seems to me if I was Marriott or Disney, I would have a team after these people, they are tarnishing your image big time when you do nothing or redeem their coupons. The robocall messages are far more sophisticated now. I always opt to talk to an “agent” because they are losers with short fuses. The recording goes through this phony,”You are caller number 150-something, estimated wait time is 4 minutes”. Then it steps down quickly, caller 92, caller 56, caller 37, it’s amusing the millennial mind-set that came up with that one.
           The legislators are actually doing something, but what the American people don’t understand is what’s the problem with shutting down such a universally unpopular industry? When 300 million people are on the no-call list, somebody is not doing their job. The telemarketers are claiming freedom of speech, so use that against them. Allowing any type of telemarketing is favoring one type of speech over another—and that is also against the law.

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