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Time for some beating the bush, so to speak.
No jokes today. BTW did you hear the one about the union worker
going to the blank house?
I read on Annies blog about Phat and losing his luster.
I too have been missing some of the luster with my hides.
I already have been talking to some friends about dropping
a few of my hides. Not the micros, not the lame ones.
I am going to drop the high maintenance caches.
I have some that are just find and have been out for years.
Others have to be serviced very often. The ones that require a
hike, stay in the best shape. The hard ones are the buggers.
I got one that is a very mean one that is about three years old
that I have to fix a few times each year. Right now a cacher has
asked for me to check on it, and I told him how to put his hand on
it and he reported back that he still couldn't find it. I will go fix it
one more time and that's it. After that I am going to kill them as they
give problems. People think if they have trouble finding them they will
give you some trouble and make you come out and fix them.
So a lot of the luster is dieing as a hider. I am learning to just let
the bad go, and keep the fun part. (Thanks Annie)That way there will
not be any bitter days.
Lately I have been doing some unusual caching. I have two dnf's and one
five star find. I have been trying for the hard ones. So a dnf brings some fun
cache hunting. The luster is alive and well from the hunting side of the fence.
Sorry Phat-bak for stealing your word, but it fit.
Hint: always have dry clothing you when caching for 4 or 5 star caches.
Winter time is not the best time to get wet, but it rains and sometimes
snows in them there hills.
As for Henry, he is coming right along, but very slow right now.
I have been doing some other stuff, like house repair, and working on Abner.
I got to work up the income tax and see if I have to pay any.
I hope to be back on Henry with both feet and hands very soon.
I will post some pictures then.
This is about a group of voters that is offen overlooked.
I found this on our internet. I edited the end of it because
it tells you who to vote for. I don't polly tic for anybody
and believe this group can pick for themselfs.
In election 2008, do not forget Angry White Man
(from of all places, the aspen times)
by Gary Hubbell
February 9, 2008
There is a great amount of interest in this year’s presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party’s nod to, John McCain.
Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.
There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.
His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.
The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Press ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.
He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a “living document” open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
Women either love him or hate him, but they know he’s a man, not a dishrag. If they’re looking for someone to walk all over, they’ve got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am.”
He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.
He’s not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He’s willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.
Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don’t pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.
He also votes.
There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are members of the National Rifle Association, that vote.
Cachers in Rome had a eat and greet Saturday. Two members showed up.
the host and one other one. Gridlox's logmade up for the lack of members being there.
GC18AFM FTF Enthusiasm
My new cache, WOW , I can't get over it. Online less than 10 days so for.
It haS 29 WATCHERS and a whopping 27 DNF's . I have ever seen a cache do that before.
I have been accused of bad coords, I have been accused of it not being there.
I have checked on it and it is still there, and I have given hints,
To be honest I am a proud papa. enjoying watching what people will do for a first to find.
Put your affairs in order
A woman went to her doctor. The doctor, after an
examination, sighed and said, "I've some bad news. You
have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself
and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had
been waiting. "Well daughter, we women celebrate when
things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go
so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have
cancer. Let's head to the club and have a martini."
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little
less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis.
They were eventually approached by some of the
woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the
two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they
were drinking to her impending end. "I've been
diagnosed with AIDS." The friends were aghast and gave
the woman their condolences.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned
over and whispered, "Momma, I thought you said you
were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends
you were dying of AIDS."
The woman said, "I don't want any of those bitches
sleeping with your father after I'm gone."
That's "Putting Your Affairs In Order"
I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table...everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud. They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food. After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be...quiet, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now let's see...our government gives out free food, subsidized
housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen. Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families, you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor, your child's 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak
English; corn flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press
"one" to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than "Old Glory" are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
Maybe it's time for the government to take down the bird feeder.