Sunday, February 21, 2016

Different people, different proclivities

There is one thing so vastly wrong with the Affirmative Action and Equal Opportunity acts that it is never spoken of and that is that everyone of every race and religion is entitled to the jobs of their choosing regardless of abilities. It is foolishness to hire a 24 year old, 69”, 59 I.Q. basketball player as an electronic engineer just as it would be to hire a 65 year old, 5’ 4”, ___ I.Q. electronic engineer to be a point guard for the LA Lakers! Besides, the point guard makes more in an afternoon than the EE did in his entire career ;o)

Now the government (all hail the government!) in its infinite wisdom, implemented Lyndon dog-Bane Johnson’s ‘Great Society’ disaster, thereby making single parent families de rigour for black folk and quintupling the number of unwed mothers in white. The gummit in the meantime, grew more than 400 percent in relation to the US population, presumably to hire un-employed blacks. The black unemployment rate is virtually the same now as it was in 1964, however, 24 percent of employed blacks ‘work’ for the gummit. Go figure. Oh, there’s the little thing about the ‘Great Society’ disaster and that is accountability for what our 21 trillion dollars bought.
There’s another piece of crap that annoys this grouchy old cripple (not to be taken as the Grouchy Old Cripple who is far more erudite than yours truly) and that is the requirement to accept all comers. The Swedes did. What happened to the Vikings of old? I think I’d be raising hell and putting a bunch of mooseslimes in it for the massive, 1,472 percent increase in just rape alone.

As far as hiring went, personally I’ve been responsible for maybe 20 or so, mostly as suggestions as ‘human resources’ isn’t listed as an EE’s lookout. Race and sex have never played any part of selection, only ability. Of all religions, only Islam played any part in the process and that was grounds for not hiring despite abilities.

I’ve studied the Koran extensively beginning at the age of 15 and have found that it is unique in being the only major religion that espouses death for any beliefs other than itself, even other muslims if ‘they’ do not conform to the type of Islam even if the ‘others’ accept Islam. Try that on, you’ll have the same problem I’ve faced. A impossible paradox. Any followers of The Prophet live in a horrible, inhuman world.

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That’s enough of that dreck. However, it did remind me of Raoul, a young Lebanese man that used to work for us at CEI back in the early 70’s as a field service technician. He was excellent, made all of our customers quite happy, and only had a few problems. No, he wasn’t a muslim, not by a long-shot. He had a couple of handicaps, one which you would expect to keep him out of the field service business. The wheelchair was just an annoyance as I’ve come to know quite thoroughly in the past half-dozen years, the palsy he had in his hands was what you would think would be the deal-breaker. His hands would shake about 3-5 times per second and wielding a soldering iron and a solder-sucker would seem to be difficult if not impossible. You’d be wrong, oh repairman’s breath!

I once witnessed him in action with the customer watching him tear into the client’s $40,000 broadcast TV camera (out of warranty of course), making lots of smoke amidst the microelectronics. Yes Virginia, we did have such in paleolithic times!

The analysis of the problem was correct as usual, the repair flawless (as usual), and the customer needed the use of a defibrillator on his cold, sweating body!

Later Raoul told me with a shit-eating grin, “it’s all in the timing!”

Another win for Raoul from New Jersey or “Raoul of Bayonne”, Johnny Carson’s nemisis as we called him.

...which brings up one of my favorite Johnny Carson skits with Jack Webb, the Copper Clapper Caper.



Thursday, February 18, 2016

Flying fun!

Oh my! I stumbled on this video from Flying magazine's Top 10 Viral Aviation Videos of 2015
today and it really made me happy!

If you haven't read Gracie's First Flight , do it now! I have such a strong memory of that day and this video was such a reminder of another in 1957, I had to post.

Let's see if it'll embed:

Cool! Gracie was only about a year older.
 

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Slovenia

Do you recognize this photo? It was taken on Christmas eve afternoon of 1999 at Robin's mother's place where Bill, J.T., 17, and myself were setting up one of my greenhouses for a Christmas present.

...that would make him what, 34 now ?  Gaaaaah!


This cherub had just been breathing Lake Shore's air for 6 hours and the contemplative look on his face leads one to think he would like to know who's responsible for this travesty! Can you spell PTSD? (a.s.a. 1600 GAF)

38 years later, he is Dr. Jacob A. B____, graduate of biochemistry at Cornell, married to Dr. Vladana B____ova, graduate of chemistry at McGill University, Canada, with one new-born (as of 2010) son, Michael. The child's grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great grandfather were/are all named Michael, just different middle names!

I used to sit on my grandfather's tombstone when I was little. Wonder if he will sit on mine (if I have one). My father has a brass marker, undoubtedly overgrown, and I will probably have a cardboard box for my ashes at the police department! Oh, my grandfather's grave was moved for a new road, his whereabouts unknown.

Their home (my son & crew) is in Slovenia. Wonder if my grandson has any siblings? I haven't seen or talked to his father since he was 7 back in 1985 due to a very unpleasant divorce. ...such is life.

Since Slovenia has less than 2 million people, nearly all high-producing northern European (< 2.5 % muslim) and being a major gateway from the mid-east and Africa to the rest of Europe, wonder how that's working out?

I'm really sorry to see Slovenia, like all of Europe's native populations, have a negative growth rate. Obviously, this is not true of the low I.Q. haters that are invading their shores. It's too bad that we are witnessing the end of Western civilization and the inevitable rise of Hell-on-Earth. It's happening so fast that my kids will see the last as it is more than likely impossible to stop.












































A bit low on wimmen, kids, and old folk














...ants on their way to the sugar bowl














I just had the weirdest thought. Back in 1969, I had flown back to Alabama for my sister's wedding, and just for kicks and giggles, called up Connie, my high school sweetheart. She and I had been going together since we were twelve and were broken apart by her mother at 17 1/2. Seems her mother thought we were sleeping together. Well, we had been, over a year ago. We thought better of it and were going to wait a few more years to continue since the only available birth control was the 11% failure rate condom. The thought of marrying too young and possibly winding up like her mother who was on husband #4 with children by 3 of them at 27 was less than appealing!

It seemed her mother thought my family was rich. We had a very nice brick colonial home built by my father & friends set on 15 acres, a swimming hole/farm pond, fenced & cross-fenced pastures for livestock including my horse, and bordered by climax forest and the upper Rabbit Creek which was as clear and cold as the Ichetucknee River. Dad flew charters as well as flight instruction in addition to his day job.

All paid for by lots and lots of hard work including this critter. We had the original Puritan Work Ethic!

The words "I'm bored" was never heard. That was always a call for work!

How in the world that woman thought she could ever prove statutory rape a year and a half after Connie turned 16 was beyond me. She humiliated her daughter to death by requiring her to undergo a pregnancy test and physical exam (she's over 17 fer christ's sake). I went before mast which included my father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother. Pronounced not guilty except for not being too bright.

Do you want to hear God laugh? Tell Him your plans... I've kept Him in stitches all my life!

Connie's mother forbade her to ever see me again. My parents went on to get divorced with my mother marrying one of my father's best friends. I hitch-hiked to Northern Virginia to work and go to college. There's lots and lots more, however that's enough to set up the ending of this story.

Connie and I met that evening and had years of "catch-up" to share. She was even lovelier than ever, probably just due the endless smile that I had liked so much! I had attempted to find her many times since high school, found out why I failed. She had taken off to Tupelo, Mississippi, eventually found a boyfriend and moved in with him. She tried the same as me with the same results: my mother moved around until her divorce was final, then moved out of town when she married my father's friend. My father went back to sea. Everything we had went to the lawyers (as I was to find out for myself the hard way a bunch more years down the pike. Ouch!).

We continued to hold hands walking and talking until the wee hours only deciding that even more disruption would be attempting to start anew as everything had degenerated into such a mess. I brought her back with both of us really torn up. We never saw or spoke again in our lives.

Where had we spoken? At Mobile Memorial Gardens, a favorite "parking spot" for teenagers back then and considering that evening's subject matter, fitting.

It was also, following a freakish industrial accident, the place where I buried my best friend and father 16 years later.

This was taken in December of 1982. Dad was taking the crew including Jacob, Daniel, Eleanor, and Joy (she's taking the photo) to Disney World. I'm buried in work plus still have a long way to go on the house.

Dad only had 2 1/2 years before the eternal dirt nap.

His good friend Dale (my age) rebuilt the hydraulics on his backhoe, made them fast and responsive.

Dad didn't know, and since he always operated the hoe with the remote paddle, nearly cut himself in half. It merely killed him instead.

Dad, Jake (inverted), me, Daniel, and Eleanor, my father's wife. She's younger by a year than Fran, my former wife in California of 2 months (and friend for life!). That dawg! ;o)

Friday, February 12, 2016

The reason for this blog's name

...let's see if this works:

 
Getting old sucks

19 years

  
 
26 years




Jake, Joy, & self - 31




Lab stuff - December, 1982




Warlock & Nyerlathotep 




 49 years, just getting over a cold



54 & looking for Castro 




58 and fuzzy 
 


The time is coming soon - 65 years



Well, I tried...



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POSTSCRIPT: ...after many years of considering where I really took the wrong choice in the many forks of life, Neanderpundit's post got me thinking again what I could have done to have really 'improved' the outcome; exactly nothing. Falling in love can't be helped. Little did I know what my grandmother had said to me seven years to the month, would come to pass as close to exactly as she alluded it would. ***sigh***

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."