A Liberal Haven . . . Heaven

A few photographs were taken on a recent trip to the fair city of Madison (I'm almost afraid to say it, lest the liberals come after me). 'Twas a good time, and no one to annoy and slow down but myself, as I tend to take a long time and get lost. A few photos that I enjoyed are below, but it was too sunny to get anything very good. Enjoy!
An old burned out church. This was a marvelous shot as it was nearly an accident.



This is a beautiful view of the capitol building over a rather ugly skylight topping the new "Green" convention center that sits near the water's edge. Note the deep blue sky

They Call it "Progress"

My current place of employment has decided to implement a "fragrance-free" restroom policy. They have started in the restrooms nearest my cubical by removing the little pink automatic sprayer-devices that periodically spray out little spurts of nice-smelling-scented-stuff to cover-up the naturally occurring bad odors of a restroom. However, in the name of being "green-friendly" or something of that nature, they have since removed the lovely scents and replaced them with nasty bathroom odors. The "This is a fragrance-free restroom" signs on the doors are rather misleading. It would lead me to believe that perhaps they boosted the fan power to remove those naturally occurring odors more efficiently from the bathrooms. What has actually happened is that in removing the covering scents, the true scent of sewage spews out from the stalls to envelope the whole bathroom with unpleasantries. What they call "progress", I consider the likes of going back to a third-world country environment, where they don't have the resources of proper handle sanitation. I'm no wimp (see previous post), and I can understand if they would turn down the air-conditioning to cut costs, or dim the lights to reduce unnecessary heat sources. But I don't do well with stinky bathrooms. I need a legal, non-destructive remedy. This is rather bizarre. I wonder if it is a trend happening all over the country with these enviro-whackos.

Suburban Life is for Wimps

I'll admit it. . . I'm a wimp. At least I'm qualified to be one. While I don't want to be a suburbanite, I am, for the time-being, by my own stupid choice. While I was growing up, I had no choice. But now I've done it to myself. I shall now explain why suburban life is for wimps.

Suburban life is for folks who can't handle the city. The city is full of noise, dirt, cars, noise, stink, crime, noise. . . etc, and wimps can't handle noise and dirt. The city is crowded and difficult to navigate by car. Most folks are too lazy to walk places, and too impatient to drive.

But while wimps can't handle the noise, dirt, crowdedness, etc. of city life, neither can they handle country living. Country living is demanding. True country living is inconvenient. It requires hard work, innovation, self-reliance. A good countryman is a farmer, builder, mechanic, medic. . . essentially, a country-dweller has to be able to take care of himself. It's a long drive to the nearest grocery; the coffee shop is miles away; and in crisis, it may take an hour for the police, paramedics, or fire department to arrive. So the country-dweller has to be able to take care of himself and his family.

Fortunately, for the intolerant and unresourceful, there's Suburban Life. Suburbia puts shopping at a toad's-hop, and crowds at a distance; close to the fireman, and far from screaming neighbors. It's the best of both worlds. Everything is EASY to access. Short and sweet, like an owl eating a tootsie-pop.

More Ramblings and a few Pictures

Having recently returned from a New Mexico adventure with camera in hand, I shall proceed to post my very first set of pictures. Some boring, some not so boring. But all amusing to me.


The beautiful stink bug, wild and free. He has buried his head in the sand and is about ready to shoot us as we shove our cameras up his throat to get a good picture. I've smelled one once, and they aren't too bad. Not nearly as sophisticated as skunks. They rarely spray, only threatening.

Ahhh. . . the lonely yucca, swaying in the breeze. Such clouds as are in the background are a rare sight in high desert. It's usually too dry for clouds, but on this visit it was cloudy most days.


How this little scene came about is beyond me, but it's cool!

Eerily Similar

Back in the day, the family used to gather around the old 13" to watch episodes of the classic BBC series, Dr. Who. Far better than anything PBS had/has, the Doctor travels though time in his time machine, the Tardis, solving the injustices of the universe. The Doctor can, as all good Time Lords, regenerate himself from the state of near death, and has done so 9 times thus far for a total of 10 different incarnations.

The point of my story: I was recently pushing around a tank of liquid nitrogen at work, which we use to cool several instruments that produce a lot of heat. It's big, metal, and shiny, and is really difficult to work with.

As I was pushing it along, I couldn't help but notice its eery resemblance of a creepy critter on Dr. Who, a Dalek. Daleks were the mechanical armor worn by little mutant villains from the planet Skaro. They apparently are credited for giving the show its great popularity in its second season.

After you get done "gasping" at the shocking similarity, I'll just say they look much more alike in real life. Just play along.

The Commoners are Fooled Once Again

The commoners are fooled once again by so called ancient medicine. As in similar cases, this is leading seriously ill patients away from medicine that has been proven effective by false hopes of a miracle cure. CNN.com writes in a story today that "The president of Gambia says his ancestors revealed to him in a dream the cure for AIDS." His health minister defended this bogus cure, saying "I can swear, 100 percent, that this herbal medication His Excellency is using is working. It has the potency to treat and cure patients infected with the HIV-virus."

Unfortunately, it is not just naive Gambians that are conned into believing this nonsense. Millions of Americans by into the nonsense of "traditional Chinese medicine" and so-called "homeopathic medicine", which is no more than water with trace amounts of some so-called active ingredient.

My friends, this is nonsense, bogus fairytale with no scientific support that passes as medicine only by the deceptive tactics of those who have made themselves to be "authorities" in such matters. Perhaps this exposure by CNN will wake up some folk.

"Beware the 16th of March. . . "

miquoted from Titus Vestricius Spurinna, warning Julius Caesar of his impending death by stabbing on the senate floor.