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Friday, July 4, 2025

July 4, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: July 4, 2024, that’s her on the radio.
Five years ago today: July 4, 2020, drenched.
Nine years ago today: July 4, 2016, Charlie Daniels was right.
Random years ago today: July 4, , independence from what?

           It’s the most political holiday of the year and I’m up at 5:30AM. My dog still can’t figure it’s me and the Reb says I gain have that slight caramel aura. I know it is a reaction, but instead of figuring out which one, let’s do some politics this morning and see where that goes. Yep, the Democrats are bellowing about million of people being cut off medical, conveniently forgetting to mention they are on it illegally. A couple sites are announcing discovery of a new blood type, but it is really just good old COVID positive. A single man over 30 with no kids is a red flag says Reddit, posted by a single women with three kids.


           Here's downtown Bowling Green, Kentucky.
           BikeReg, the queer bicycle outfit, has been caught again sneaking males into female contests, but the shock is the extend on which they are able to cover up the flam—there are people watching out for this degeneracy. What else has any interest factor this morning. Russia has launched a robot supply ship to the space station, a total waste of resources. Yet another troop of crackpots have again announced discovery of methane/plastic/whatever-eating bacteria. Am I the only one who notices the instant improvement in crime rates, safety, and how well the system works in spots where ICE has cleaned out all the illegals?

           By mid-morning, the pooch and I headed out of town. I see now since the little doggie is gone, the big doggie has a personality change. I know they are a pack animal, but that is not it. More a slight melancholy and always looking for his pal. Even more sad, the days of romping the yard are ending. No decisions yet, but the 3,000 square foot townhouse could become a 1,000 square foot apartment. The effects of Bindenflation are making life hard on everyone. It’s amazing to hear some tards who think Trump caused the problem because it is happening now. At least gas is 69 cents a gallon cheaper out here.
           Wal*Mart. I was there again and prices are soaring. It is weird to see empty aisles though not an unpleasant surprise. Is it prices or the boycott caused by that freak Christy Walton (the boss’s widow) supporting the illegals? Interestingly to me, she has already lost half the $40 billion she inherited and now lives in Mexico. Argh, this iMac is exasperating. No commands to download or copy photos. I mean, I know it can be done, but where are the icons? I can open the camera and see the photos, dropping every menu only to find the buttons I need are greyed out.

Picture of the day.
Modern-built authentic stage coach.
(Around $72,000)
Remember to use BACK ARROW to return to blog.

           We wound up in Bowling Green. I swear, that dog has learned to smile when women are around. It was a van trip to get him used to me being around as the Reb is gone for the weekend. We took Lebanon Pike out to Gallatin, then to the old downtown where we know the best coffee is. You’ll know the place, the doors are 15 feet tall. There should be some photos around. We walked less than ten minutes and headed back. He got all the attention, but you know, college babes do not look like they used to. How about a quick video of Chooks? See, I knew you'd like it.



           I’ll pre-empt any critics by saying the college ladies all have nice personalities, but you know, if they are not squat and plump when they get to that college town, they certainly must get that way in a fast hurry. Chooks was not displaying enthusiasm so we came back around the river via Donelson and home. Where he plonked down solid faster than I did. We’ve never had a dog that liked fireworks and they’ve started early today.

           Since it was car-riding and sleeping, the top story is the audiobook, as much a good tale as a bad one. The underlying theme remains that young women only have sex when manipulated and now the added twist that they discuss with other women how much it hurt. Let me recap the plot. In 1947, Char is traveling with her mother to get and abortion in Switzerland. During a stop in London, she runs off with an alcoholic old lady and her hired driver, the plan is to find Char’s childhood friend, Rose, who disappeared during World War Two. Now, the old lady, Eve, it turns out, was a spy in World War One.
           Several chapters center on her spy career. She gets a job at a cafe and listens to German officers. To keep her job, Eve begins sleeping with the cafe owner, and of course, she hates it, and then gets pregnant. (Oddly, the owner is a cultured and educated man who treats her very nicely. In fact, if he was not a collaborator, he’d probably be a pretty good catch.) That was in 1915. Now back to 1947, it turns out Rose had also gotten pregnant and had a baby in a small town. Char, Eve, and the driver go there to find out the place had been massacred by the Germans in reprisals for harboring the Resistance.

           It’s too quiet around here when the Reb is gone, probably until Monday. This gave me time to look more closely at “the New America”, the one with all the pictures of the homeless. That is not America and most of the homeless are in California cities. The media claims 700,000 homeless, of which most of the chronic types are in cities like Los Angeles. This fact by itself eliminates placing any blame on anybody but themselves, and that is precisely what the left-wing politicians are trying. Claim it is a national problem so they can get even more aid than the $25 billion they’ve already pocketed. Plus, I do not believe people who refuse to pay rent because they “hate landlords” should be counted as homeless. They are vagrants at best.
           I scrolled though several hundred pages, none of which pointed out the people in California voted themselves into this mess. They openly admit to electing people they knew were wrong, and thieves, and corrupt, but still consider themselves victims. Screams one 250 pound woman with green hair, do you think anyone WANTED to be homeless. Well, lady, it sure looks like it. You can’t go on welfare and decry the system for 20 years and expect to emerge a landowner. From the outside looking in, there are two groups, the workers and the idlers. Each side calls the other lazy or greedy, depending on if you have anything. But I will never consider myself responsible for people who demand a free ride.

           How about the guy saying he hates it when people lie on their resumes to sound younger, that he never hires anybody in their 40s. He lays out some damn good reasons, why should he train somebody over 20, he says. This is not the last century, the jobs left that require experience are his choice. Good point.
           What gives me a laugh is how many XYZers think it was any easier to get a good job fifty years go. Their problem is they don’t realize how many Boomers had to take bad jobs and wound up there for life. This is why my first question to any homeless person is, “What is your trade?” Don’t have one? Then move the hell out of Los Angeles and go work in a Montana lumber mill. Do that until you are 26 before you complain to me.
           Every other article I read commented on the Democrat party, it is dying because of Trump. They have nothing to combat an outsider. Average approval ratings are a bad statistic because they include people who don’t outright detest liberals. The lowest rating today was 25%, an all-time low. But I say it is and always has been 16%. One person in six, that’s the brainwashing limit. And last for this afternoon, how many people out there think I have not noticed the upswing in bass players advertising for acoustic strummers. Actually, I hope they try, because I found out the hard way how much more there is to it than, by the tone of their ads, they think there is.
           Aha! Moments later, I find an acoustic strummer looking for a bassist, and guess who it is? Remember that dumb bastard Jerry who wasted my time in 2017? Never practiced, never learned my tunes. The Type A, he already has the perfect song list, so hurry up and learn it.

ADDENDUM
           I’ve not been following the e-waste issue except that MicroSoft is proving for the nth time what a bunch of grubs they are. I gather Win 11 has some “hardware requirements” incompatible with Win 10, making those 400 million units into landfill. MicroSoft is now trying to gouge Win 10 users $30 each for a year’s “support”, but what caught my eye is their offer to store customer data on OneDrive, which is likely what Redmond wanted in the first place. Or you can cash in 1,000 MicroSoft Reward points, or some bullshit like that. I cannot believe anyone is stupid enough to store sensitive data of any sort on somebody else’s computer. But the world is full of thoughtless low-order morons who will buy into anything if you tell them it is new or leading edge.
           Don’t quote me, but Win 11 apparently requires a “security” chip that is not present on earlier computers. And cannot be retro-fitted. If you are like me, you know damn well what MicroSoft means by “security”. I heard this new term for MicroSoft enforced upgrades, ceaseless ads, pestering, and EOL-ing: “enshittification”, the word seems appropriate. Like many, I keep hoping for the day Redmond goes too far and dies.
While Apple keeps sinking to ever newer levels, one giant factor flies in MicroSoft’s face—Apple’s success at blocking advertising. Redmond has always insisted it cannot be blocked and is a necessary evil. Then along comes Apple with the flip of a switch.

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