I was minding my own business, when SPC Pico said, “Dad, we need milk and sugar for pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. I said that I’d go get the necessary supplies and asked if we needed anything for dinner. “We’re having the cookies for dinner,” I was told.
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Posted by Yorkshire on 2011/12/18
North Korean Leader Kim Jong Il, 69, Has Died
Posted by Yorkshire on 18 December 2011, 10:33 pm
SEOUL, South Korea – DEVELOPING: Kim Jong Il, North Korea’s mercurial and enigmatic leader, has died. He was 69.
Kim’s death was announced Monday by state television from the North Korean capital, Pyongyang.
Kim is believed to have suffered a stroke in 2008 but appeared relatively vigorous in photos and video from recent trips to China and Russia and in numerous trips around the country carefully documented by state media.
The leader, reputed to have had a taste for cigars, cognac and gourmet cuisine, was believed to have had diabetes and heart disease.
The news came as North Korea prepared for a hereditary succession. Kim Jong Il inherited power after his father, revered North Korean founder Kim Il Sung, died in 1994.
In September 2010, Kim Jong Il unveiled his third son, the twenty-something Kim Jong Un, as his successor, putting him in high-ranking posts.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/11/30
I do not know the origination of the well-known quote I ripped off for the title of this. But what that quote means to me is rather direct and obvious. Someone was looking into transportation options. And this article is about someone with transportation issues.
As you may recall, I discussed my car issues previously, and requested money. And I got money. And I’m very appreciative of those funds, they were well-spent. If you recall, I regaled you about the money I’ll have to spend to get my Camaro Z-28 (which will be old enough to vote in the upcoming Republican Primaries) up to snuff to pass a Texas inspection. And how, suddenly, I absolutely needed a new tire on top of all that (because one of the old things decided to shred itself on my way to work). Well, you readers came to the rescue. And this is the story of how your Christmas present (in the true spirit of Christmas) was spent.
I checked discounttire.com to see about a tire and found the store in Harker Heights had one in stock. So I drove the 15-20 miles from nowheresville to Harker Heights, getting there in the morning so I would have the afternoon to do various housework. Around 10am, the manager told me he had two tires available, neither of which were in his shop. The one which cost 150 could be there by 1 or 2 that afternoon, or the high performance “best” rated tire could be there a day or two later.
So I decided to go ahead and have the tire shipped over for that afternoon and went to do something I hadn’t done in a couple years: watch a movie in a movie theatre. I watched The Immortals. Nothing to write home about — which is why I’m writing you and not home. Then I went back to the shop around 2 as the manager was on the phone talking to some person about my tire. It was on the truck. His shop was the last visit of the day. It would be there by 3.
So I went back across the highway and went window shopping, stopping in at the local Big Box bookstore. I bought The Road to Serfdom; The Definitive Edition. (I know, I know, but that’s what always happens when I window shop.) And I went back to Discount Tire and pulled into their parking lot. As I was setting myself up to back into a parking space, the manager was out there and directed me into the bay that was just vacated.
I explained I got the tire and jack out at night when I couldn’t see much of anything and didn’t know exactly how to get it all back in (and watch out for that hatch, it will not stay open by itself). They said they’d deal with that (the spare and jack) for me. And my car went up on the jack and my donut came off the front, and my rear tire (which used to be on the front) was put on the front. And then it sat there half naked, its back end hoisted up in the air for all the world to see. How embarrassing for my car. It sat there for a good 20 minutes.
And all of a sudden, people were running around. The manager was rushing from place to place with utmost urgency. A couple other employees were likewise rushing around. And they were all focusing in on getting my car done and out of there. Why couldn’t they have done that when they first put it up on the jack?
Well, the car was done and it was time to pay the man. Just a hair shy of 150, as he had promised. And then I found out. The place where the tire was coming from sent the wrong tire. They sent a tire Discount Tire doesn’t even carry, and wouldn’t fit my car, regardless. When the wrong tire arrived, the manager sent one of his employees 30 minutes away to personally pick up the right tire and come back with it. He was on his way back when I pulled into the shop and they jacked up my car.
When all was said and done, I had spent 6 hours on my day off in town buying a tire, the manager made a special effort to get my tire for me, and I really enjoy my Christmas present from the readers.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/11/26
(Notice: Multiple disjointed paragraphs covering various subjects within the same topic to follow.)
As you may have heard, I recently got a job. This article will be discussing various subjects regarding that job, without discussing the actual business end itself. You won’t know what I do or for whom I work, but you’ll get a feel for other matters.
The job I work runs 24/7, which means there are four different 12-hour rotating shifts, three days (or nights) one week and four days (or nights) the next. I am away from home 14.5 to 15 hours per day when I’m scheduled to work, meaning my days/nights off are spent in recovery sleep mode. And that’s fine with me. I’ve worked 12-hour shifts on previous jobs. But being sedentary by nature on my time off, I don’t get the opportunity to do much else.
The business where I work utilizes two different temp-to-hire formats: their own in-house temp service which starts out at 10 dollars per hour and an outside temp service which starts out at 8 dollars per hour. Lucky me, I got to go through the outside service. C’est la vie, c’est la guerre. Part of the temp-to-hire program is completing an “A” packet to become an “A” operator (the bottom of the full-time status, contrary to my previous job where my “A” operator status was the top). You cannot get hired in full-time without its completion. With the outside temp service, once the “A” packet is completed there is a 50 cent raise in pay, and at the end of three months, full-time at 10.25 (2.5 percent raise expected at the beginning of the year). With the inside temp service, full-time status is reached at the end of six weeks. Through both means, the vast majority of temps are in their early 20s. This will be important to remember.
The company does not have Shift Supervisors or Department Supervisors. There are other names for it (abbreviated to TL and RRL respectively), and other responsibilities. It is much more team oriented and much more familial. If the boss wears a t-shirt and jeans instead of a tie and trousers and has his own gloves instead of a manicure, it is very difficult to create the proletariat/bourgeoisie combative, adversarial, class struggle atmosphere which is a requirement for today’s Liberalism/Communism/Socialism (in the end, it’s all the same) to survive or even get a foot-hold.
I am having difficulties getting my “A” packet completed but have been assured that when the time comes, they will “do what’s necessary” to have it completed. Of course, this means my pay raise will be much later than necessary. But it’s actually because I’m too good as opposed to not good enough. While the company has been in business at that location for over 30 years without ever having a lay-off, it has been bought several times, the last time very recently. Another plant elsewhere in the state was closed and its machinery moved to this location. That has meant each of the 4 shifts have had sudden increases in size, from about 26 employees per shift (plus the “day shift” of administrative personnel) to about 54 employees per shift. And the new-to-the-plant machinery is much older and much less automated than the old-to-the-plant machinery, and is much more problematic in bringing on-line.
The “new” equipment requires people who are much faster and more efficient than the “old” equipment. And therein lies the rub. While the people there consider the “new” equipment work to be fast-paced, it doesn’t hold a candle to the pace I needed for the job I held the vast majority of the previous decade (April 2000 to November 2008). Granted, it’s non-stop motion and busy, busy, busy. But it doesn’t qualify as “fast paced” from my own experience. I’ve only worked a day and a half on the “old” equipment, the rest of the time being on the “new” equipment — which hasn’t gotten all the gremlins eradicated. That means two things: 1) I cannot get the “new” equipment items checked off in the “A” packet, and 2) the RRL who needs to check off the “old” equipment items is too busy working to eradicate the gremlins to check off my “A” packet.
The TL, the RRL for the “new” equipment, the RRL for the “old” equipment, the operators of the new and old equipment have all noted my speed, initiative in finding work to do when the machines go down, and overall lack of need for any supervision at all. And whichever machine I’ve worked with, the operator for that machine wanted me to be assigned there (and for whoever was assigned there to be reassigned elsewhere). But since the “new” equipment that I don’t want to be on and have been on almost exclusively needs the faster workers, I have not had much luck in getting on the “old” equipment where I prefer to be.
While it is possible to handle my job on two lines at once on the “old” machines, it is necessary to have two people per line on the “new” machines. And that causes another problem. I’m stuck on the “new” machines, and 90 percent of the time, I’m carrying the weight of the other person (who is in his or her early 20s while I’m in my mid 40s) on my back while I’m doing the work. I absolutely do not mind working hard for my pay. I absolutely hate carrying someone else, especially when that someone else is making 2 dollars an hour more than me to do the same job. The RRLs and operators have noticed, with one RRL talking to multiple people about it (I heard second-hand because she has not once talked to me about it). “I wish John could give some of his energy to the other people he’s working with, to even it out more.”
So I’m getting noticed by all the right people. I’m noticed for my speed and “rewarded” by being put where nobody wants to be, but because it requires much more speed and constant attention (and lots more frustration due to all the gremlins). And my 50 cent pay raise will come later than other, slower, less attentive, people who show less initiative (at least one of whom has already gotten it, having been hired in exactly 1 month ago along with me).
One such slow 23-year-old was working with me on the “new” machine (my carrying over 70 percent of the load). And he is quite indicative of his generation (a product of his environment).
Now would be a good time to describe the difference between new and old, and my responsibilities. Think “I Love Lucy”. Remember when Lucy and Ethyl were in the chocolate factory and chocolates were running down the conveyor belt? That is the example I’m going to use to describe it, but I don’t at all work in the food industry.
On both the old and the new, the chocolates are put in boxes called chips, then a certain number of chips are put in cartons. Those cartons are then palletized, stretch-wrapped, and placed on a conveyor.
The old equipment opens the chips, puts the chocolates in the chips, seals the chips, sends the chips down a conveyor where they are inspected for quality and passed on to the cartoner, which opens the cartons, puts the correct number of chips in the cartons, tapes the cartons and spits the cartons out onto another conveyor for palletizing. In this circumstance, my job is to retrieve the chips from the staging area, feed the chip feeder chips, get the cartons from the staging area, feed the cartoner cartons, inspect the chips for quality, palletize the cartons, stretch-wrap the pallets, take the pallets to another conveyor. It is possible for me to handle two lines at once.
The new equipment sends the chocolates down a conveyor for the operator to place in chips, as the separate chip feeder opens the chips, seals the chips, sends the chips out onto a long table, then the operator opens the cartons, places the appropriate number of chips in the cartons, sends the cartons through the taper which spits the cartons out onto a conveyor, where the operator palletizes the cartons. My job (which requires two people) is to retrieve the chips from the staging area and feed the chip-feeder, place the chocolates in the chips, retrieve the cartons from the staging area and place them under the table where the chip-feeder spits the sealed chips out, open the cartons, place the appropriate number of chips in the cartons, close the cartons, send the cartons through the taper, take the cartons off the conveyor and palletize them, stretch-wrap the pallets, take the pallets to another conveyor. With the new equipment, one person is filling the chips while the other is filling the cartons.
Working on the “new” equipment, when I am filling the cartons, I also fill the chip-feeder, get the chips and cartons, palletize and stretch-wrap the cartons, take the completed pallets over to the next conveyor, while making sure no chips fall off the table. When I am filling the chips, I also fill the chip-feeder, get the chips, make sure no chips fall off the table as the 23-year-old is stretch-wrapping and moving the completed pallets. While the jobs are supposed to rotate every hour, or at least every two hours, I spend 8 to 12 hours filling the chips (a much more busy position, even when evenly balanced). And my work ethic is noticed by all the right people (but not necessarily by the 23-year-old who lets me carry his load with mine).
There was an occasion where the 23-year-old came in and replaced another who was filling the cartons. The other person had left the carton conveyor full of cartons when he left, so the 23-year-old had to gossip with me about that. While I was taking the “chocolates” off the conveyor and placing them in the chips, he stood between the chip feeder and me in order to maliciously gossip about the other person. “Look at how your boy left you.” I had to shove him out of the way to fill the chips — which were rolling by — with the “chocolates” — which were also rolling by. Once I got to a stage where I was caught up,
I stepped down to the table where he was filling the cartons with chips. I then told him “First off, nobody is my boy, period. Second off, if you cannot talk to me without getting in my way, don’t talk to me.” His response? “You need to respect me!” As if respect is a right granted to him (which he doesn’t need to grant others) instead of something earned. Product of his environment.
I had the opportunity to work alongside a girl of roughly the same (23 year old) age. (Sorry, folks, but if you’re 23, you’re not yet a man or woman. You’re too inexperienced. You’re still a boy or girl.) The difference between him and her? She’s married and has children while he’s still single. And that, I believe, makes a big difference. When she doesn’t have someone she likes around to chat her up, she’s attentive to the job. Still slow and less able to do the task than me, but much more attentive and with a higher work ethic. But when someone’s chatting her up, she becomes inattentive. With nobody else around, we work about 60-40 or 55-45, where I carry the bulk of the load. But that split is much more (grudgingly) acceptable to me.
She and I have had a few conversations while we worked, with one such conversation being specifically about him. She brought it up. She told me that he told her that I refused to talk to him. (Gossipy enough for you?) I then explained the above incident where he got in my way in order to gossip about someone else, preventing me from doing my job. I told her “if you can’t talk to me without getting in my way, don’t talk to me.” She chuckled about that. I also told her how he demanded my respect without ever having earned it first. She seemed to partially understand. Further in the conversation, speaking in general terms and sort of about him, I said “If you can’t talk and work at the same time, work.” She got a big laugh out of that one.
Like him, she is a product of her environment. But unlike him, her environment includes the responsibility of being a spouse and a parent. That, I believe, is what helps her to be more attentive to the job and more capable of handling the job, albeit not up to appropriate standards as yet.
And what environment am I talking about? “The most important person in the world to you is you and you hardly even know you.” That insidious 1970s TV jingle. The Leftist-run public education system which is so fearful of harming the feelings of the children that it cannot demand the children actually accomplish anything, but rather tells the children they deserve a great self-worth without credentials, a great amount of respect from others without any deeds or character traits worthy of respect. That is the environment I am talking about. Today’s twenty-somethings are a product of the Liberal public education system and the Liberal State University system where self-respect and self-worth are completely divorced from accomplishments of any sort, any abilities, or any Personal Responsibility. And the 23-year-old boy’s attitudes are indicative of that.
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Posted by Dana Pico on 2011/11/24
I’m thankful for my family, for my two daughters who are healthy and at home; it reminds me that there are other soldiers who are stationed around the world, some in some not so nice places, and who cannot be home for Thanksgiving.
I’m thankful for my wife, a joy to be with, and who might have been working today; hospitals never close. When I hear the horror stories from the hospital, I’m thankful that our children are strong and healthy; some families aren’t so fortunate.
I’m thankful for my job. Whenever I whine to myself — which is almost every day on the way to work — that I don’t want to go to work that day, I always remind myself that there are a lot of other men out there who wish that they had jobs to go to.
I’m thankful that I’m an American; most people in this world weren’t born into wealthy and free democracies, and are living under tyranny and squalor.
I’m thankful that Al Gore invented this internet thingy; I’d have a lot fewer friends without it.
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Posted by Yorkshire on 2011/11/23
You know it’s coming. The house is on High Alert. Company is coming. And the great UPHEAVAL begins. Like all families you want to make the house look like it is not lived in. So, the first thing that was stopped was “the project” because it meant sanding spackle even though I have a palm sander with the shop vac attached. Then the area invasion starts. First, all your daily stuff on the table must be quarantined. So, the daily routine is altered. Then the stack of mail that was split into subsections of Bills, Magazines, and stuff you need two weeks to decide to throw it out. With the grandbabies at 11 months acting like sea turtles, they are officially moving on their own. So, baby proofing everything is in order. Then the turkey. (By this time the cat has been spooked by the sea turtles and is hiding under the quilt on our bed.) We’ll sit down to our dinner, and two people will play Jack-in-the-Box jumping up to get stuff.
Then the grand clean-up starts, and pumpkin pie shows up. (With REAL whipped cream) Mostly everybody helps to clean-up. My yearly job is to produce a turkey bone carcas and cut off all the left-overs. Of course FOOTBALL. But the “Harbaugh Bowl” is on tomorrow night – RAVENS and 49ers. It’s the first time two brothers as head coaches play against each other. Their father said he was going to hide.
Then Friday comes. Now here is where the “real fun” begins, where did you hide all the stuff that usually sits out waiting for some action. You’re still in a Turkey Coma, but it will give you something to do all day, that is if you are not dragged out kicking and screaming to Black Friday sales.
Posted by Dana Pico on 2011/11/17
PFC Pico is home a day early, because she has a three-day Reserve drill at Fort Indiantown Gap, for Advanced Rifle Marksmanship. She needs her Class As not this drill but for her December drill. So, SPC Pico is standing in the dining room, wearing PFC Pico’s uniform jacket, while Mrs Pico is sewing her chevron on the sleeve, and PFC Pico is sitting there, playing video games.
I took off before my darling bride decided to stab me with the needle.
Posted by Yorkshire on 2011/11/08
Today in the happenings of the world, we have OWS harassing vendors for free food and having fights, and at OWS more rapes are being talked about amoung other crimes, We have Obama and Sarkozy bad mouthing the PM of Israel, and another accuser of Herman Cain comes along towing Ambulance Chaser Extraordinaire Gloria Aldred.
So, which of these stories is followed closely by MSM, otherwise know as the LSM? There’s no prize since we all know the answer.
Posted by Yorkshire on 2011/10/14
Next we need SCOTUS to call it Unconstituional and we can stick a fork in this turkey, it’s done.
Obama pulls plug on part of health overhaul law
By RICARDO ALONSO-ZALDIVAR
WASHINGTON (AP) — The Obama administration Friday pulled the plug on a major program in the president’s signature health overhaul law – a long-term care insurance plan dogged from the beginning by doubts over its financial solvency.
Targeted by congressional Republicans for repeal, the program became the first casualty in the political and policy wars over the health care law. It had been expected to launch in 2013.
“This is a victory for the American taxpayer and future generations,” said Sen. John Thune, R-S.D., spearheading opposition in the Senate. “The administration is finally admitting (the long-term care plan) is unsustainable and cannot be implemented.”
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Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/10/11
Eric Alterman wrote an article about himself and his daughter in The Jewish Daily Forward, and the title and sub-header tell more than enough.
Aghast at Kid’s Lefty Reading List, Even Nation Columnist Sees Red
Well, the previous evening I took a look at the proposed reading list, which leaned, believe it or not, heavily communist. I swear I am not making this up. The most right-wing people on the list — not including Joe McCarthy and Dick Cheney, whom I assume will not be taught sympathetically — were Hillary Rodham Clinton and Barack Obama. The furthest left? Well, it’s hard say. Paul Robeson? Angela Davis? Mumia Abu-Jamal? Michael Moore? It was like a “Saturday Night Live” sketch version of what Tea Party-types think about Upper West Side Jews. So I asked the teacher a Republican-sounding question: “What would you say to a parent who wanted his child be to exposed to a conservative point of view?” (Actually, looking at the list, I would have settled for a liberal one.)
When a journalist finds a list of authors and declares Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton to be on the Right side of the political spectrum in said list, there’s a HUGE problem. And even the Leftist journalist sees there’s a problem. But really, Eric, we could’ve already told you there was a problem with radical Leftist indoctrination in the schools. Actually, we have been telling you that for many years; you’re only just now seeing it because you have a daughter being indoctrinated and the Ivory Tower Cult has been so used to having its own way that it has gotten too egregious even for you.
But, hey, welcome to the club. Care to help fix the problem with the national stage you have?
Posted in Character, education, Liberal, media, Personal Responsibility, Philosophy, politically correct, Politically Incorrect, politics, Real Life, society, TEA Party, truth, Youth | Tagged: Angela Davis, Barack Obama, Eighth grade reading list, Eric Alterman, Hillary Clinton, Michael Moore, Mumia Abu-Jamal | Comments Off
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/10/06
Paul in Houston has a story about local volunteers coming to the aid of the mostly volunteer firefighters who were battling a nearby wildfire, and FEMA’s ham-handed attempts at dictatorially taking over. (As an aside, I have family in Magnolia who knew people who were evacuated from their homes due to this fire.)
One of the imported crews from California came into Unified Command and asked where the FEMA Powerbars and water were. He was escorted to the commissary and started through the system. He was flabbergasted. He said FEMA never did it like this. Kenna replied, ”Well, this is the way we do it in Texas.”
Mind you, all of this was set up by 2 Moms, Kenna and Tara, with a staff of 20 simple volunteers, most of them women who had sons, daughters, husbands, and friends on the fire lines. Someone always knew someone who could get what they needed – beds, mechanics, food, space. Local people using local connections to mobilize local resources made this happen. No government aid. No Trained Expert.
FEMA came in and told those volunteers and Kenna that they had to leave, FEMA was here now. Kenna told them she worked for the firefighters, not them. They were obnoxious, bossy, got in the way, and criticized everything. The volunteers refused to back down and kept doing their job, and doing it well. Next FEMA said the HEB supplies and kitchen had to go, that was blatant commercialism. Kenna said they stayed. They stayed.
Go to Paul in Houston’s site and read more, then follow the link he provides to read still more.
It’s terrible that a business would actually voluntarily provide for people in need at a loss to the business. People might actually be thankful to the business and decide to do more business with it. No, people have to be forced to be thankful to Big Government instead, and vote for more Big Government. It’s terrible that a few amateur volunteers were doing all this work, depriving Federal experts the opportunity to get paid tax dollars to do the job volunteers were doing for free.
No, if government would get out of the way, the local people could get the job done much more efficiently and cost-effectively. Sure, having out-of-state trained people come down and volunteer their time and effort is good and welcome, such as the California firefighters, but volunteerism trumps Government Bureaucracy every single time.
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Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/10/01
I’ve decided to give a little snap-shot into what makes me tick. It will be a very incomplete picture but it will go a little way into understanding me better.
When I was in 4th grade, I was in a 4th/5th split class. Each grade had 3 levels of reading: top, middle, bottom (or however they described them). I was in the top 5th grade reading class while in 4th grade. I was also in the 5th grade math class while in 4th grade. When the 5th grade students took their spelling test, I would take it on my own. I got 80 – 95 percent on each 5th grade spelling test, without ever having the benefit of the book to see, and yet the school would not let me in the 5th grade spelling class.
By the time 5th grade rolled around, I was once again in the top 5th grade reading class, and was then officially in the 5th grade spelling class in which I had already shown superior competency. And I was in remedial 6th grade math. By 6th grade, I was in the same math as everyone else.
This taught me that the best grade one could possibly get was “A-4″, where the “A” is obvious, and the number was effort level, 1 being outstanding effort and 4 being no effort. And that is what I “worked” at: getting my “A” (and too many “B”s) without putting forth any effort whatsoever. I didn’t study. I rarely did my math homework, and I was in Honors Math. I never completely read any American Lit or English Lit novels or plays, and I was in Honors English. And yet, I graduated high school with a 3.45 GPA (on the edge of top ten percent) and a 31 composite on the 35-point ACT. I also completely destroyed the ASVAB. And gained entry into the National Honor Society and “Who’s Who Among American High School Students”.
I believe I was 8 or 9 years old when my family visited the Air Force museum in Dayton, OH, I believe it is. We saw a great many planes at the museum, of course. One such plane we saw in the distance was a very sleek, large plane with 4 jet engines on each wing. I told my younger siblings it was a futuristic plane that the Air Force was planning to build. (Kids do have imaginations and do try to explain what they see with what little they know. It’s how kids function.) When we got up to it, we found out it was, I believe, a 1950s era plane, the Stratofortress. My father turned to me and said something along the lines of “That should teach you not to say anything when you don’t know. You just made a fool of yourself.”
When I was in high school, my father and I went to a restaurant to eat and talk. I told him how I took my History tests. I read the book once, took notes that I never looked at again, and that was the extent of my studying. When it was time to take the test, I would see a question that I didn’t immediately know the answer to. I would sit back, close my eyes, and “see” the open history book. I could see where the headers were. I could see where the sub-headers were. I could see the various paragraphs. If there were photos, I could see where they were. I knew what was where and how much space each item took. And then I could see where the answer was. Seeing all that gave me the answer as to what the answer was.
My father’s response to all this? “If you tried a little harder, you could read the book, too.” Yup. No approval, no support, no nothing. Just another “you’re not good enough” response out of him, like I had heard a million times over. There was no satisfying him, so I gave up ever trying to. But I did learn from him.
I know my intellectual level is such that I can learn absolutely anything if only given the opportunity. There is nothing I cannot learn. But aside from outside forces, I never developed a study habit and don’t know how to study. Learning that zero effort is better than outstanding effort in grade-getting, I never learned how to try my best at anything. It came easily or didn’t come at all. And it’s better to not try than to try and make a fool out of yourself. Besides, I’ll never be good enough anyway.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/09/23
The defamatory website: http://truthbeforedishonor.com/
The defamer tried to comment in this thread. Sitemeter gave me this information:
The defamer is in the US and not the UK as that ipfinder I used earlier suggested.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2011/09/18
So I’m on the NewsMax mailing list and I get this email from NewsMax Health with the header being, among other things, “Hunger triggers anger.” And I think to myself “well, duh.” Ya see, there is this little family history where certain members of the family get “the shakes” on occasion and need food NOW! My mother has it. I have it. My daughter has it.
Now, when we say we need food NOW, that is not an invitation to discuss dinner plans or options on what to cook and eat in 45 minutes. That’s a requirement to get something into our gullets immediately if not sooner. And if you take it as an opportunity to discuss dinner or to ask about a person in our charge while we need food NOW, you will definitely get your head chewed off and then we’ll find something to eat and instantly be fine again.
You might get an apology from us after the fact. You might not. Since you were the one that caused the explosion. But when “the shakes” come, and it is a quite rare event (it’s happened to me 6 times or so in the last 10 years) that demands very immediate attention. And our nerves are extraordinarily on edge to the point of explosion with the wrong input.
Does hunger trigger anger? I say it depends on the form of the hunger, but it most definitely can. And you don’t want to get my Irish up or I could go native and add another scalp to my collection.