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Nonconformity

A nonconformist is someone who, when told to question authority, retorts, "Why do you get to tell me what to do?"

© Tuesday,  February 28, 2017  Kevin McGehee


Not What I Wanted to Hear

Mrs. McG and I were lunching out today when she saw on a news channel's crawl that Bill Paxton had died.

Now I discover he suffered a fatal stroke as a result of open-heart surgery.

I was worried enough about Mrs. McG's procedure while it was happening; news like this could have put me in the cardiovascular unit while she was still on the operating table. Yeesh.

© Sunday,  February 26, 2017  Kevin McGehee


"Bother," said McG

...and deleted his Twitter account.

And no, I'm not moving over to gab.ai

© Friday,  February 24, 2017  Kevin McGehee


That Ain't Livin'

If it's a "living Constitution," how is it that five or more justices of the Supreme Court can shove their hands up its ass and make it say things it plainly doesn't?

If it were really alive, shouldn't it speak for itself?

© Wednesday,  February 22, 2017  Kevin McGehee


Peer-to-Peer Social Networking

It's an intriguing concept, but when you get right down to it peer-to-peer social networking has existed since the birth of the internet.

It's called email. Or blogging or texting. And while it's true that it isn't truly "peer-to-peer" in the non-social networking sense, it does satisfy one major issue people have with Facebook and Twitter: it doesn't go through Facebook or Twitter.

Since yesterday Friday, Feb. 24, and for the foreseeable future, my Twitter presence is vastly scaled back. I've protected my account and unfollowed almost everyone. Follow requests will be considered on a case-by-case basis, but those I was previously following have a better chance of being approved at an end.

Meanwhile, this site remains open to the general public. Anyone who wants to read what I post here is welcome to do so.

© Tuesday,  February 21, 2017  Kevin McGehee


What Really Happened to the Unicorn

The popular legend is that the unicorns all perished in the Great Flood because they hid from Noah when he went to gather the animals into the ark.

That's actually not true. Here's what really happened:

The unicorn was a best friend of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, visiting with them every few days and enjoying their times together.

But one day the unicorn wandered through the Garden looking for Adam and Eve, but they were nowhere to be found. Puzzled, he asked the monkeys if they knew where his friends were. The monkeys didn't know.

Then the unicorn asked the birds, who surely would have seen them while flying through the air. The birds hadn't seen them.

The unicorn asked the mice, who often picked up the crumbs that fell from Adam and Eve's food as they ate, but the mice hadn't found any crumbs lately.

Getting worried, the unicorn wandered everywhere in the Garden, asking the tortoises and the deer and the bears, but none of the animals could tell him where his friends had gone.

Fearful for Adam and Eve, the unicorn decided to ask God where they were, but was interrupted by the serpent.

"Pssssst," said the belly-crawler. "It's probably best not to talk to God right now, but I can tell you why you can't find your friends. I don't know what they did to make God so angry, but He drove them out of the Garden and forbade them to return."

Horrified, the unicorn wept. "That's horrible! I have to find them and guide them back!"

"You should do no such thing," chided the serpent. "If you do, God will not only reject them, but you as well."

"But they're my friends. I'll be so lonely without them. If going with them means I can't come back to the Garden, then so be it."

"You'll never find them," warned the serpent. "God has erased their tracks to make sure they can't find their way back, and that means you won't be able to follow them."

"I don't care. I have to do something."

Seeing that the unicorn was determined, the serpent sighed, and wished it had hands to throw up in the air. "If that's how you feel, I guess you have to go, but I am afraid for you, wandering alone in the wilderness with no idea where to look for them." Then the serpent looked at a nearby tree. "But maybe there is a way to know."

Stretching its body toward the tree the serpent said, "I have heard that tree bears a fruit that is called Knowledge. Maybe if you eat that fruit you will know where your friends have gone, and be able to find them."

The unicorn knew the tree's fruit was forbidden, and was afraid. "God has told us all not to eat of that fruit. He will be angry."

"True," agreed the serpent, "but you're leaving the Garden anyway. What could He do to punish you?"

This made sense to the unicorn, who gathered up his courage and walked over to the tree. Reaching high with his graceful neck, he plucked a fruit from its branches.

But before the unicorn could even taste the juice on his lips, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, and God appeared before him, His eyes afire with divine wrath.

"This is getting intolerable. Obviously I must be sterner with you than I was with Adam and Eve." And God imposed His punishment on the unicorn, who dropped the fruit, uneaten, and fled the Garden, never to return.

whiterhinoHe never did find his friends, nor would they have recognized him if he had. No longer was he the graceful white creature with beautiful, lustrous eyes, dainty hooves and gleaming alabaster horn; rather, he had been transformed into a bulky, ugly beast with lumpy body, weak eyes and stubby toes, and his horn had moved from his forehead to the end of his nose.

Back in the Garden the serpent waited until God had returned to Heaven, then snickered softly. "Oh yeah. That's never getting old."

And for the serpent it didn't, which is how the world got such creatures as the dodo, the camel, the giraffe, and the duck-billed platypus. Though, after the platypus incident the animals finally got the message and stopped letting themselves be talked into trying to eat the forbidden fruit.

© Saturday,  February 18, 2017  Kevin McGehee


Green Eggs and...

...ham. Minus the green eggs.

Just renewed my amateur radio license online and was surprised to not be asked for payment information. Of course, ham licenses are valid for ten years so either of two things could explain it:

1. It's always been free to renew, and I just don't remember because I last renewed it while George W. Bush was still president, or

2. The rules have changed and the FCC doesn't charge for it anymore.

A third possibility, that I screwed up somehow and that's why I didn't get charged, would seem to be ruled out because the words "no fee required" were plainly legible on the screen before I clicked submit.

But who knows, in government all things are screw-up-able. I'll believe it went through when my renewed license document arrives in the mail.

Update, Saturday morning: the FCC license search shows the renewal has taken effect; I'm good until 2027. And the updated license document is a PDF file and I already have it.

© Friday,  February 17, 2017  Kevin McGehee


So, What Have I Missed?

With Mrs. McG recuperating at home I've had scant attention for politics. Has Elizabeth Warren managed to get Trump's scalp yet? Did Chuck Schumer succeed at gunning down Trump's Cabinet picks? Is Merrick Garland on the Supreme Court yet?

Gloat, moi?

doctorevilgloat

More like muhuhuhuwahahahahahahahaha!!!

© Friday,  February 10, 2017  Kevin McGehee


Thank God for Prayers

...by which I mean, "...for people who pray." The radical Left knows just how many He has made, and that fact haunts their nightmares. But it's not the (only) reason I'm grateful.

Mrs. McG came through her surgery yesterday and is recovering today from an hours-long ordeal, well into the night, that would make a character from Lord of the Rings pale in terror. It's one thing to have those kinds of things done to you by orcs trying to kill you, but by healers? People who are on your side? And then you have to live through it???

But she's awake and able to move around her room in ICU, and in good spirits even without considering what an invasive procedure a quadruple bypass still is in this day and age of laparoscopy and laser surgery and microsurgery and robotics and so on.

And full recovery isn't going to happen overnight. Or even overfortnight.

But I still have her, and for that I cannot be thankful enough.

© Thursday,  February 2, 2017  Kevin McGehee



 
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