Imagine there's no freedom
I wonder if you can
Nothing to live or strive for
A brotherhood of the damned
Imagine all the people
Living life in chains
© Sunday, April 29, 2018 McGehee
There really ought to be a law limiting how many roundabouts the Georgia Department of Transportation can put in a
quarter-mile 500-foot distance on a numbered highway.
The Georgia Department of Transportation has awarded an intersection improvement contract to install 2 mini-roundabouts on US 29/SR 14 at the intersections of Hal Jones Road and Greentop Road. The mini roundabouts are being installed to address safety concerns and improve traffic flow due to the high volume of motorists traveling through these intersections.
The one at Hal Jones Road will be between two gas stations, one of which is already pinched — that big green parcel to its east (a former firehouse site) belongs to someone else.
Which leads me to suspect the roundabout will likely be centered north of the highway's centerline, using the space currently occupied by the island separating the right-turn lane to Hal Jones from left-turn lane traffic.
I use this intersection sometimes, but during high-volume periods I don't even think about turning left onto Highway 29 there. A roundabout will theoretically help, allowing traffic from Hal Jones Road to more easily make the left-then-right jog over to Greentop Road's new outlet to the highway, a short way northeast. It will also theoretically help return traffic get from Greentop back to Hal Jones. Theoretically.
Thing is, I've seen mini-roundabouts elsewhere turn into gridlock during high-volume periods, as traffic from one direction monopolizes the small space as soon as just one driver from one of the other entries balks, coming to an unnecessary complete stop instead of taking full advantage of the yield rule at such entrances. Mini-roundabouts don't provide entering drivers with enough space to safely insert themselves into a constant flow of cross traffic.
I've seen that stretch of U.S. 29 looking like a literal parade from mid-afternoon until the last from-Atlanta commuter has finally found his way home at around 7:00 p.m. Those drivers aren't going to take long discovering how to freeze out traffic from Greentop and Hal Jones.
Really, what that stretch needs is to be re-engineered with Hal Jones diverted to meet Highway 29 at Greentop, with potentially a full-sized roundabout there, if the state insists on that instead of a stoplight. Unfortunately, the GDOT engineers almost certainly don't use this streetch of highway.
Update, June 11: GDOT has announced this project is delayed indefinitely, due to red tape snafus and bad weather. Apparently these mini-roundabouts are supposed to be an interim measure before construction of full-size roundabouts. If so, at least one of the two gas stations at the U.S. 29 and Hal Jones Road intersection is going to have to go.
© Friday, April 27, 2018 McGehee
To make a cur stop snapping at your ankles, kick the owner.
© Friday, April 27, 2018 McGehee
Georgia's 2018 primary election is in just a few weeks, and among the offices to be filled by this year's election cycle is that of Governor.
When Mrs. McG and I arrived in Georgia the job was held by Democrat Roy Barnes, who had previously been Zell Miller's lt. governor. Among other things Barnes did that ticked off a lot of people leading up to his attempt to win a second term in 2002, he pushed through an ugly new state flag. At least partly as a result, Georgia's long-delayed swing to Republican dominance at the state level was finally completed.
Republican Sonny Perdue served two full terms as Governor, as has his successor, Nathan Deal. But the coming end of Gov. Deal's second term means we get to choose another occupant of the Governor's Mansion. Among the candidates for the GOP nomination are Lt. Gov. Casey Cagle, Secretary of State Brian Kemp, and State Sen. Hunter Hill.
Oops, wait. Make that former State Sen. Hunter Hill. He resigned from his seat last summer to concentrate on his run for Governor. Thanks to the special election that resulted, his state senate seat is now held by a Democrat.
I'd never heard of him until his campaign signs popped up. Cagle and Kemp are easily the frontrunners for this nomination. It's entirely possible that, had Hill remained in his seat until after the November election — whether to seek higher office or merely re-election — the seat would still have changed parties. We'll never know. His ambition, and his inability to stick to the job his constituents elected him to do, gave the Democrats the opportunity to flip that seat months early.
Well, maybe in 2018's regular election that district's voters will restore the seat to the majority caucus. His odds of sitting in it ever again, though, are vastly better than his odds of ever being Governor.
Update, after the November election: The Democrat is still there, and Hunter Hill's name is still Mud.
© Wednesday, April 25, 2018 McGehee
...is where Mrs. McG and I weren't. Instead we were in Starkville, Mississippi for Misissippi State University's spring Maroon and White football game.
A couple of dozen white "nationalists" of the National Socialist Movement staged a rally here in Newnan, however, and were met with a massive police presence and a loud and obnoxious "antifa" counter-protest. Personally, I think it was the demonstrated violent inclinations of the "antifa" bunch that explained most of the police presence. The community made it clear beforehand that both sides weren't welcome, but that the rally would be permitted because of legal and constitutional principles.
I'll share something with you today: in my genealogical dabblings I've been able to find only northern and western European ancestry on either side of my family tree; even the French ancestry came from a part of that country that got swapped back and forth with Germany over the centuries. I should be a perfect candidate for one of these "white power" mobs, but I've never seen the point.
Hate is too much of an investment of emotional energy to aim at billions of other people I've never met, just because they don't look like me.
As for those who have at times undertaken to put an end to people or ideals I care about, I notice that the bloodiest such undertakings of the last 100 years were instigated by socialists, including one by national socialists.
More recently, I noticed in 2016 that a lot of white "nationalist" types opining about that year's U.S. presidential campaign had a lot of very positive things to say about Vladimir Putin.
© Sunday, April 22, 2018 McGehee
An annual observance touted by the American news and entertainment media, on which environmentally conscious Americans gather in public places and pollute them.
Founded by a man who murdered his girlfriend and composted her.
© Sunday, April 22, 2018 McGehee
Seriously, how high does someone have to be to celebrate getting wasted on a mass murderer's birthday?
© Friday, April 20, 2018 McGehee
Apparently one can accurately say "pew" about more than just drought alarmism.
Forget the Golden State. California should be called the Smoggy State.
Eight of the USA's 10 most-polluted cities, in terms of ozone pollution, are in California, according to the American Lung Association's annual "State of the Air" report, released Wednesday.
The Los Angeles/Long Beach area took the dubious distinction of being the nation's most ozone-polluted city as it has for nearly the entire 19-year history of the report.
Overall, the report said about 133 million Americans — more than four of 10 — live with unhealthful levels of air pollution, placing them at risk for premature death and other serious health effects such as lung cancer, asthma attacks, cardiovascular damage and developmental and reproductive harm.
"We still have a lot to do in this country to clean up air pollution," said Lyndsay Moseley Alexander, director of the Association's Healthy Air Campaign.
"In this country"...? When did California secede? I must have missed the raucous celebration in the other 49 states.
© Wednesday, April 18, 2018 McGehee
That's the only justification I can come up with for this bit of "new normal" alarmism from Pew.
Nearly a third of the continental United States was in drought as of April 10, more than three times the coverage of a year ago. And the specter of a drought-ridden summer has focused renewed urgency on state and local conservation efforts, some of which would fundamentally alter Americans’ behavior in how they use water.
In California, for example, officials are considering rules to permanently ban water-wasting actions such as hosing off sidewalks and driveways, washing a vehicle with a hose that doesn’t have a shut-off valve, and irrigating ornamental turf on public street medians. The regulations, awaiting a final decision by the California State Water Resources Control Board, were in force as temporary emergency measures during part of a devastating five-year drought but were lifted in 2017 after the drought subsided.
The picture of a coastal metropolis going without water once seemed inconceivable. But as a waterless Cape Town has become a potential reality, its story has sparked new concerns over the growing scarcity of the planet’s most basic resource.
Their basis for implying WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE is California — where the Legislature has also been the state mental institution for decades — and South Africa, where they have come to regard Zimbabwe as a utopia?
There have been legitimate resource failures in mankind's history, but most "resource failure" consequences, especially in the last hundred years or so, have been due to corruption, stupidity, and/or malice. California and Cape Town encompass elements of all three (in California's case, that includes electing Jerry Brown to his third and fourth terms as governor; hell, even his second was inexcusable).
It never occurred to me "Pew" wasn't just a name, but a perfectly reasonable reaction.
© Wednesday, April 18, 2018 McGehee
There's a reason why cowboys don't like to follow the herd.
© Wednesday, April 18, 2018 McGehee
As hinted here (and for that matter, here), not everything I write makes its first appearance — well, here.
Yesterday Charles linked to someone waxing cosmological, and as is my annoying wont, I had my own thoughts.
It’s very sci-fi — we each exist, in a way, in our own personal universe, which veers off into another of infinitely many possible universes each time we make a moral choice.
I’m of the persuasion that, if there are parallel universes, everyone that comes along with us on the myriad veerings we cause by our decisions, must also drag us along on all of theirs — otherwise we eventually find ourselves in a universe in which everyone is merely a placeholder, a being without agency.
That “otherwise” is an easy way to dupe oneself into being God unto oneself, and I don’t like those implications. But the first alternative has each of us essentially creating lives and souls by the billions every time we waver on what to have for lunch, and I don’t like that implication any better.
I find predestination objectionable on similar grounds: if we don’t have the power to change the outcome of our lives, then we don’t have agency, and are therefore not created in His image. If we are of any value to Him at all, He had to have made us capable of surprising even Him.
And if He can’t do that, how can He call Himself omnipotent?
And to the inevitable retort that wavering on what to have for lunch isn't a moral choice, I reply, "Tell that to a vegan."
One of the irksome curiosities of this postmodern age is that now, everything is a moral choice except whether to murder, rape, rob or enslave.
© Tuesday, April 17, 2018 McGehee
Drop and give me fifty!
Sometime last year, Mrs. McG was Netflix-binging a TV show that had already gone off the air, and she asked me to come look at an actor appearing in an episode and tell her if that was R. Lee Ermey.
Well, I was busy, so instead of getting up from what I was doing I checked Ermey's TV credits on IMDb, finding none for that show. Then — after asking Mrs. McG who the character was — I looked in the show's IMDb cast list and identified the actor and told her the name. Later I had an opportunity to see another episode the actor appeared in, and while I will concede there were elements of resemblance, the actor was, for one thing, somewhat taller than Gunny.
In any event, I offered Mrs. McG a rule of thumb: "If you're not sure if it's R. Lee Ermey, it's not R. Lee Ermey."
© Monday, April 16, 2018 McGehee
This is not your grandfather's "Lost in Space." In fact, I'm still not sure whether I'm watching "Lost in Space" or just "Lost" ...in space.
The Netflix reboot makes the Alpha Centauri project admittedly more realistic by involving more castaways (a real colonization project wouldn't send families as early in the process as depicted in the 1965 series — or for that matter in the 1998 movie — and surely never just one).
Then again, the idea of a cast of regulars numbering in the dozens is also a consequence of 21st-century sensibilities, in that a plot line without a large (and of course diverse) variety of social entanglements seems too far outside the range of experience for the half-mythical millennial viewers who inhabit Hollywood's stereotype factory. How can you relate to characters who aren't constantly sidetracked from grubby issues like survival by trivial interpersonal drama? Who could live like that??? At my age, I'm more inclined to sympathize with the robot.
If you haven't watched any of the show yet though, Easter egg alert: look closely at the actor in the first-episode scene where the Dr. Smith character steals an injured colonist's jacket. Even on second replay I hardly recognized him.
© Sunday, April 15, 2018 McGehee
Increasingly, if ye don't hear me here, ye won't hear me at all.
I'm no longer participating in comment threads on sites that use Disqus, because it has begun to exhibit a disturbing malfunction. And since I'm already not participating in comment threads on sites that use Facebook or Yahoo, that means I'm running low on options.
Two Three of the three four sites in the blogscrap — well, it's not really a blogroll, is it? Anyway, they host their comments in their own databases, so I can still be found there, once in a while.
Use the damn contact form! Look right over there at the link: it says, "WordPress login not required."
© Friday, April 13, 2018 McGehee
The Weather Channel has proclaimed another Winter Storm "Hey, Look At Us! We Name Winter Storms!", to hit Wyoming tomorrow.
It's so unusual.
© Thursday, April 12, 2018 McGehee
We are Bank of America customers. This does not make us happy.
Bank of America Vice Chairman Anne Finucane told Bloomberg TV on Tuesday her bank has told those companies “it’s not our intent to underwrite or finance military-style firearms.”
“We have had intense conversations over the last few months,” Ms. Finucane told Bloomberg, a network founded by tycoon and gun-control-financier Michael R. Bloomberg. “And it’s our intention not to finance these military-style firearms for civilian use.”
We will be discussing this with our financial adviser.
Update: The corporate line seems to be that Bank of Too Big to Fail® really won't have that much of an impact on the world at large when it decides that the second-largest bank in the nation won't lend money to makers of a legal product that millions of Americans use to exercise a fundamental constitutional and human right. Sorry, BofA, but when you're Too Big to Fail®, coming under special protection from the government, you lose some of your private-sector prerogatives.
As I said yesterday,
The use of unaccountable power channels to narrow the choices available to ordinary people, is a preferred tactic of the latter-day Left, fascistic both on its face and in its soul.
It appears that while some funds in which we're invested may trade in BofA stock, we don't own any directly. This means that — if BofA corporate management doesn't reconsider — we may have to take our banking business elsewhere.
I'm sick and tired of being betrayed by people who work for me.
'Nother update: Just had a thought which has improved my mood considerably: specific companies mentioned in the Washington Times piece linked and excerpted above are Remington, Sturm Ruger, and Vista Outdoor. Once I'm sure those companies aren't knuckling under to regain BofA's approval, I think I'd like to buy in.
I can also focus my ammunition and accessories purchases on brands owned by one or more of those companies. And for my next gun purchase, I'm looking at a Ruger Mini-30; just as scary as the Mini-14, and it shoots bigger bullets!
© Wednesday, April 11, 2018 McGehee
I seem to recollect my mother having a less than complimentary attitude toward Wells Fargo Bank, 40 or so years ago. The company hasn't exactly covered itself in glory in recent years, either.
Mrs. McG has, and her late mother had, an even lower opinion of Wells Fargo, stemming at least in part from their acquisition, back in the 1980s, of a bank where Mrs. McG's mother worked at the time, and its treatment of the acquired bank's employees.
So it's refreshing to see something good about them.
The American Federation of Teachers is demanding that Wells Fargo drop its relationship with gun manufacturers (and with the NRA). To its credit, Wells Fargo isn't budging. As the response from the CEO said (alongside the usual, and understandable, we-hear-you-and-we-want-you-to-be-our-friends business-speak),
As I have publicly stated, I do not believe that the American public wants banks to decide which legal products consumers can and cannot buy.
The use of unaccountable power channels to narrow the choices available to ordinary people, is a preferred tactic of the latter-day Left, fascistic both on its face and in its soul. That Wells Fargo is resisting it is a welcome and refreshing positive addition to the company's reputation.
I'm not ready to let this one occasion overrule all the negative, but it is a giddy-up in the right direction.
© Tuesday, April 10, 2018 McGehee
I'm used to voting two to four times every two years, but thanks to this I've got at least four ballots to fill out just this morning.
Even when Mrs. McG and I lived in Alaska, where the municipalities filled seats on their governing bodies for rotating three-year terms, so that there was at least one election every year — with an extremely remote chance of a runoff (we saw it happen exactly once in five years) — I wouldn't have had to vote 31 times in as many days. (Yes, I went back and counted.)
Tiresome fact: In Alaska the threshold for avoiding a runoff is a plurality of at least 40%. Here in Georgia, where it's 50% even in a primary, runoffs are generally expected unless there are two (or fewer) candidates for a given post.
I suppose it's nice to know that my opinion is valued somewhere...
© Saturday, April 7, 2018 McGehee
Mrs. McG and I got back from a set of errands that included finishing up our state and federal tax returns for 2017, and as she returned from a home weather-station chore in the front field Mrs. McG spotted the above, a respectable sized serpent, making a meal of however many bird eggs were in that nest.
In my effort to coax said at-the-time-unidentified snake out into the open for a better portrait, I wound up instead causing it to retreat into a burrow under the gardenia bush that contains the nest. You can't really tell from this picture, but instead of being black all over, like a racer, this specimen had subtle markings on his sides and belly that point to the after-the-fact identification made above: eastern rat snake.
Normally a pair of birds that lays eggs and comes home to a raided nest will lay a new clutch, but we think these tragic parents and any future potential offspring would be better off if they were to nest somewhere else.
© Tuesday, April 3, 2018 McGehee
In the sweepstakes for Most Incompatible Observances on The Same Day, the winner is: TODAY.
Imagine Mary Magdalene bursting in on the mourning Apostles with the news that He is risen from the dead — only to follow it with, "April Fools!"
No. Just no. Today is Easter. If you absolutely must observe April Fool's Day, wait until tomorrow.
Update: Charles looks into how Easter is scheduled.
© Easter Sunday, April 1, 2018 McGehee