A good guy with a gun.

How do you get good guys with guns?

Raise good guys and then train them.

Here is a good start.

For those whining about risk and not wanting firearms available, who do they want when the chips are down?  There just seems to be a responsibility issue with them not wanting to be responsible for their own safety.  If a person isn’t responsible for themselves, who will be?  Dr. Laura had a caller with whom she was working for a while, then finally had an exasperated moment – “Why am I working harder on your problem than you are?”  It was an interesting observation.  The caller wanted more effort from the other end of the phone than they wanted from the person in the mirror.

Now granted, for the most part, those who want everyone disarmed are simply playing the communist card and removing opposition to rule.  The second amendment was placed there precisely because our founders knew the depravity of man and desire to rule and provided the ultimate defense to the population against such a government.

I’m happy to see training on firearms being passed to another generation.  That provides me hope for our future.


I have adopted a new morning strategy.  This comes as a result of the climate and machinery available.  The air conditioner has been running constantly.  I mean that in the fullest sense of the word.  The house was in the low 80’s.  I looked at the outside unit and noted that there was condensation on the return pipe, there was drainage from the condenser unit and the compressor was not iced.  That done, I checked the returns and noted the filters needed changing.  Not a problem, and in the afternoon, a new set of filters adorned the cold air return.  In our case, the hot air returns.   The problem persisted.  The next consideration was that the coil in the unit in the attic was either dirty or iced.  I waited until Saturday morning and opened the unit to discover a cake of ice on the top five inches of the fins.  Deicing commenced and I started the unit again with hopes that it would go back to normal.  Apparently, it was not designed for 108 degrees outside.  Anyways, to keep it from icing again, I am turning off the unit, but leaving the blower running for two hours every morning.  With this practice, we have been to about 80 in the daytime and 76 at night and the air conditioner running constantly.  I’m ready for October.

The dream master was singing a song.  I was shopping in a bigbox store, seeking some morsel on the top  shelf.  *knock, knock*  Wait a minute.  This is not dream material.  I crawl into low consciousness and answer the door.  Kidinbox is wanting help.  Interesting, as normally the sibling would be the waking kind and tell of a nightmare or wet bed.  Oh well, off we go.  I am led into the bedroom to take care of the resident arachnid.  Yes, somehow this child woke to find an inoffensive spider minding his own business in the corner.  He must have been trying to escape the heat.  After all, spouseinbox informed me that someone had noted a couple hobbits tossing a ring into his backyard.  They must have traveled from Minnesota or other such northern state.  Our doc, at work, is going on a fishing trip and telling us how the highs are going to be about 78, etc.  Ugh, the snot.  At least the doc has to return and go through the warming phase.  Back to the spider – I identified this to kidinbox as a garden spider and was informed that I must rid the bedroom of this pest.  Remember this is o-dark-thirty and I am just minutes from a mental shopping trip.  OK.  I go to the kitchen and find a square plastic storage container.  Square is important as that allows more of the container to be close to the wall when approaching the beast.  I will accept credit at that much mental acuity.  There was an old envelope on the counter being used for notes, but now requisitioned to slide along the wall once the arachnid was securely imprisoned in the plastic.  I approach the corner, place the container in proper orientation and wouldn’t you know that this sucker was an airborne ranger?  He was gone off that corner parachuting into the abyss of bed/toys/bedframe crack.  Crap.  Wait a minute.  There was no verbalization behind me.  I pull off the toys looking at each for this rogue foreign agent and do not find him.  About that time a sound is noted behind me.  Flushing.  Oh, cool.  Kidinbox wasn’t observing the interaction and the plastic prison was on top of the dresser out of direct eye contact.  OK.  Now all I have to do is play it cool and hope kidinbox doesn’t ask to see the prisoner.  Kidinbox returns to the room asks for a handhold while going  back to bed.  Yea!  I don’t give the slightest hint or suggestion towards the corner, toys, or plastic container.  Prayers said, handholding accomplished, and the mental shopping trip, or whatever else the subconscious wants to pursue is awaiting.  World, I will see you later.  As for the arachnid, I will see him later too.  This time with a much faster hand and done when fully conscious.  Cue Schwartzneggar, I’ll be back.

Remember that she is 14.

Good training somewhere in her past.  Congrats.  That is what the parents are supposed to do.  More chilling for the left, think about her voting prospects in the future when one of them starts spouting manure about the second amendment…


Kidinbox has become familiar with my split over the past couple weeks.  This is to maintain position of my wrist for occupational therapy.  It combined with my 5 pound weight limit rather limits certain activities.  After all, I can flex my fingers and extend them, and move my thumb back and forth.  Last night’s prayer sort of went like this:

M: God thank you for this day for the good time had, I pray for good nights sleep to feel good for the day tomorrow.

KIB: God I pray for the wrist that it will get better so he can put both hands on the steering wheel.

Siblinginbox and I had a very active father.  Who taught us how to scan and got the fish?  Dad.  Who taught us to shoot a 22 rifle with sites or scope? Dad.  Who taught us how to hammer a nail?  Dad.  Who taught us to take apart a screaming fan, oil the bearings, then reassemble?  Dad.  Who taught us working when the job was not fun but did need to get finished?  Dad.  ” Variety spice of life, but monotony brings home the paycheck.”  Who taught us the parts of the engine and that which required continual maintenance?  Dad.  Who taught us how to run a lawnmower, how to tie a knot, how to lash things onto your vehicle?  Dad. who taught us a truth Congress does not know, that if your money is spent for item “a,” you cannot buy item “b” with that same money because it is no longer available?  Dad.


What could a boy do whose dad was not available?  There used to be a couple alternatives for any boy in that position.  In some cases, grandpa was available.  In some cases there was an uncle.  From 100 years there were were the scouts.  When I was young, scouts taught skills, gentle competition, provide incentives for creativity using tools, and maintained a positive atmosphere around things masculine.  Scouts had a pledge that they used to say at every meeting.  All the boys stand with scouting salute and recite;

On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.

Look at this pledge.  “On my honor”, what is honor apart from a quality in an individual?  “Do my best” has the active verb “do”.    What is more male than activity?  The associated  nown with this is duty.  Right here is noted that activity is associated with requirements or expectations and then these expectations are the associated with the general, the organization, the culture, and finally the self.  Certain of these expectations are specified, and those specified are associated with the personal. Physically strong is related to activity and not becoming a couch potato.  Mentally awake advises active brain activity and not passive reception that is trained and encouraged in media and education.  Morally straight was fought and won all the way through the Supreme Court. The former Boy Scouts maintain their integrity up to the early 2000s that immorality was not provided a place.


Homosexuality is immoral.  Period.  I have on occasion heard an argument from the homosexual advocate how the Bible condones their activity under the guise of love.  What is given, is the very definite clear description of judgment provided any who partake in homosexual activities.

 Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men[a] 10 nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.

In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.

While the Boy Scouts managed to maintain their integrity from outside attacks, they lost war from the inside.  Their protected right of keeping the immoral out of leadership was given up.  They have now given up their basic identity.  Where is a boy supposed to go? Are there any more male only institutions?  Who is going to give male instruction to these boys such that they will become men? I pity those who do not have fathers and the next generation that will be trying to raise children without the necessary background skills.  Boys are not simply girls with a different set of genitalia.


Boys learn differently, behave differently, interact differently, and mature differently than girls.  Physical differences are numerous.  The mental and emotional differences are profound.  That is why consistently and hundred percent against any mixed combat troops.  Men will always behave differently with the female then with each other.  There’s already a comic out on the web showing pregnant teenage girl in a scout uniform saying how she enjoyed the camping trip. Therefore, even comics note there is no doubt the result of such a decision.  Siblinginbox and myself are blessed to grow up when we did.  I would wish our opportunities extended to future generations, but it looks like those chances are slowly being removed.

  • effort is required to pick up the fingers
  • a good day sitting there with an ice pack
  • pain medicine is effective but so sedating has to be taken only at bedtime
  • simple movements become objects of interest
  • it’s considered good progress to touch a finger and thumb
  • pain is such a companion that you don’t even bother treating till it so level V or six
  • you sit down to write a letter and it is to the practitioner that missed the diagnosis leading to life-changing surgery.  The import of the letter is do the X-ray this way so nobody else has to go through it like I did.
  • you have to do everything with one hand and start to realize how much of life revolves around using two
  • shorts are in consistent use because putting on pants so difficult with one hand
  • given medications for conscious sedation while nervous and then waking up in recovery.  Those medications worked quite well.  Spouseinbox said they had quite a conversation with the doctor.  I remember absolutely nothing.
  • To pull the nerve block catheter three days later you realize there’s about 6 inches of tubing inside my shoulder
  • realize how many things are above the 5 pound weight limit.  I’m not even allowed pick up a gallon of tea.
  • My therapist gave me a similar speech to what I used to give my knee patients when I was in home health.  it’s interesting being on the other side.
  • I had a surgeon willing to give me the bones he removed.  I’ve been looking at taxidermist sites and other bone preservation sites to see what to do with them.
  • Since I only have one usable hand, I have been using Dragon NaturallySpeaking.  It’s amazing what words cause this program problems.  I have yet to get it to understand the word “knee”, so for those times I’m doing one hand corrections.

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