sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Veteran's Administration (VA) and ObamaCare Revisited

This from CNN:
"The Arizona senator makes a poignant return to the Senate on Tuesday, less than a week after learning he has an aggressive form of brain cancer, just in time to boost tricky GOP vote math on the wobbling bid to replace Obamacare."
This from Virtual Mirage:
Can anyone explain why Senator McCain didn't go to a VA hospital for treatment?  Obviously CNN is missing THE STORY again, aren't they? That's a frigging shock.
It would have been emblematic of the changes that we've been hearing about (mostly in the "planning stages") at the VA if the famous veteran and US Senator had chosen the treatment options available to his fellow service members. 

Since ObamaCare's trumpeting the virtues of government run "free" healthcare, I haven't heard of one veteran serving in Congress checking into the VA hospitals to have their life-threatening illnesses managed. NOT ONE. I wonder why?

It's true that you could point to me (your illustrious blogger) and ask why I don't receive medical treatment at the VA. I haven't had the need for extensive medical treatment, but when I do need some care, I choose other options (that I personally pay for since I don't have government medical insurance). There will come a time in the near future when I will qualify for Medicare and I'm sure that I'll be enrolled in that entitlement. That sort of machine is rolling. Along with Social Security it accounts for over half of the federal budget. And in my humble opinion, it's part of why healthcare is so impossibly expensive.

"Standard of Care" is the buzz isn't it?

Senator McCain must not have been all that impressed with the Phoenix VA, where thousands of veterans were standing in line for care when they died. I'm sure that Sen. McCain would have been shoved in front of other veterans because he's more famous. Even at that, he didn't take the option.

It's telling.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Monday Memes

He's Back

This is a subtle and sensitive look at the important issues in the news. You may have other favorites and while that's nice, this is my blog...so it begins with 'the Juice', so loved by the inner city that they gave him a walk. Yes, it was a jury of his peers.


If it had been a jury of my peers, it would have turned out differently for the rich and famous celebrity murderer who may end up marrying one of the Kardashian daughters. It would make me watch their show in hopes of seeing nature take its course. No, just kidding, I wouldn't waste my time.

When you take a moment to reflect, OJ is responsible for the rise of the Kardashians. Is he also responsible for tranny daddy? I don't know about that but I'm sure that he learned some neat tricks in prison.


The Funeral

Why does funeral food always taste as if they'd picked it up at the homeless kitchen down the street? 

I attended a funeral last week (briefly - showed my face during the snack portion and then left) to make sure that a person who I didn't like when alive was genuinely dead

Because I missed the viewing some aunt or old mistress showed me a photo of the deceased laying in his box and asked me, "Didn't they make him look lifelike?" 

I told the old bat that he never looked that good when he was alive. He had all of the virtues that I found annoying and none of the vices that I admire.

Should I spray Round-Up on the grass over his coffin? I'm just thinking about it at this point. Remember that this is the kinder and gentler LL now.

Maybe piss would be more appropriate - if less effective - unless it's a LOT of piss. Or perhaps a blend of urine and Round-Up, finding the best of both worlds and combining them in a spray bottle. When people remark on how the grass won't grow over his grave, I'm sure that I'll have some pithy comment about it - along the order of the Devil snatching his toxic soul and leaving the waste container behind.

Selling the House

I don't know why it's like that, but it is. 

Sand People are completely predictable, and they're moving into the neighborhood (in numbers). Everyone who has had to deal with the rug drivers has similar stories to tell. Mine is not the only Sand People drama.

Hillary wanted to import a lot more of them. Trump put the brakes on in a move to Make America Great Again. God bless President Trump.


The New Press Secretary

I keep wanting to ask Anthony Scaramucci if he can do the fandango.  I'll bet he gets that a lot.



Sunday, July 23, 2017

Everybody Wants to Rule the World


I know, it's a song. It's also true. 


The Russians have been scrupulous in their control over nuclear weapons, even when the Soviet Union fell.

Iran, like North Korea, promises to use them to wipe out their neighbors and everyone else who pisses them off. While I can appreciate that general sentiment, it's problematic. The US can turn Iran, the Norks and pretty much everywhere else into a sea of radioactive glass with the push of a button. We don't have to get close. We can do it with submarine launched ballistic missiles or land based weapons. So can the Russians. Which is why I'm so confused .

The threats to peace and stability come from Iran and North Korea. But the corrupt, wicked, elite, smug, lying, nasty, foolish mainstream media only have one story. Only one. (well, two if you count "IMPEACH TRUMP") They have only one concern for the US and the rest of the world and that's Russia. Dear readers, we have a lot more in common with the Russians than we do with Iran or North Korea. 

I haven't been watching TV at all. During the move I didn't have TV or Internet, which was a good thing. I didn't miss it. But eventually I relented and when the cable guy was plugging things in. He flipped it to Channel 2 and the first thing I saw was CBS News ranting about the Trump-Russia connection. I thought they would have moved on in the intervening week or so. Yeah, right.

So I turned the TV off.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

An Occasional Curmudgeon (Sunday Sermonette)


Yes, it's Sunday in some part of the world.

I've been very busy with several things in the life-changing department. Ok, not that life changing, but change and moving means that I couldn't find the toothpaste. And the work schedule tilted this way and that irritating me as I tried to stuff 30 hours into 24.
"LL, I need to move the meeting on Friday to Monday (Friday morning), that won't be a problem will it?"
"Not a problem at all, let me kidnap your children and hold them for ransom so the thing works out on Monday."
I sat down to write a blog and it turned out to be mean and possibly a little unfair to a Fox News contributor who made his way into my crosshairs. Mind you, I have no problem sniping from the hills when it's needed, but I always try and reflect on the fact that nobody (including me) likes a 'keyboard commando'. 

There are some truly contemptible people out there. Hillary Clinton comes to mind as do a number of spineless politicians in both parties. They are always fair game. They deserve far more than my puny words of derision.

The swamp is exceptionally deep and America knows that, which is why the nation thrust President Trump into office - to try and bring about needed reform. The government's gross and enduring dysfunction frustrates me and when that happens, I pull myself back from the edge and say "circle of influence, circle of concern". That cuts some of the curmudgeonliness because I focus on things that I can do something about rather than the myriad of things that I can't.

I'm trying to be nicer. Really, I am. Yes, it's true that I made a telephone call and it resulted in a person being put on the NO-FLY-LIST. Shit still happens. I can't go from jerk to saint in a single day.

(Saint) Augustine of Hippo is quoted as saying, "bring me purity, but not yet." AND -- That's as close to a polemic as this sermonette is going to get. And I'm sorry all this can't be more profound. At the same time, I'm trying to be more circumspect, more compassionate, and less critical. Is it working? 

Time will tell.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Local Flooding

A flash flood about 1,500 ft lower in elevation than the White Wolf Mine (WWM), but within about forty-five miles of the property hit national news because it wiped out a family who was swimming in one stretch of the upper Verde River.


National news picked up on it, and I've waited to share the footage until we knew the total body count. Ten people were killed, and a few more (including a dog named "Lucky", escaped with bruises.


The Central Arizona highlands are very wet during the late summer because of the annual monsoon. It's not uncommon for flat-landers to flee the summer heat and swim in some of the ponds and pools that exist in the slot canyon rivers that I and others like to fish in. There are number of waterfalls that you can ride over slick rock down into pools below that can be as deep as forty or fifty feet.

City people often walk up Fossil Creek and then drown in non-flash flood water because they can't swim. Don't ask me to explain it. Self-given Darwin Awards. The Gila County Sheriff's Department has go up and remove the bodies and 'rescue' the distraught relatives.

But no matter who you are, you need to watch the weather. Up stream cloud bursts can complicate your day.

A couple of days ago, this particular flash flood hit about 3 pm, which is typical in terms of time-of-day for cloud bursts. The rain pattern is very normal. The WWM gets between 8 and 12 inches of rain on an annual basis in July-August. This year it may be closer to 16 inches of rain as global warming has led us to cooler and wetter weather. Last year's snowfall set records.

The photo (above right) shows a cloudburst yesterday, about six miles south of Payson, AZ and illustrates how the volume of water can generate flooding. The photo (left) illustrates a rush of water down the WWM canyon that is about as large by volume as it's likely to get.

The WWM is on bedrock, in the pines, just down from a ridge line. Because we're just about as high as you can go in elevation in the area, the momentum of flooding is not as significant on the property (which extends from the ridge about a quarter mile into a canyon and up the other side), as it is in other areas. Fishing is from dawn to noon and after that, best head home for lunch and a nap while the rain falls on the hovel's metal roof. At night, the air, now cleared, shows the stars in all their glory in a region (Southern Colorado Plateau) that is not polluted by light from cities. 

However in an area that has been mined in the past, there are piles of tailings. Those will be planted upon next spring to mitigate everything. Then I have to post "Warning MINES" signs around to keep the hikers from trespassing. I realize that in the flat land people might think that signs like that are a joke, but in the remote high country, they don't. I don't define what sort of mines they are, but people tend to think in terms of worst case.

After the sand people built a mosque down the street from my house in my nice neighborhood - essentially forcing a move at some point because many people don't like their culture and have been moving out, I really don't want more sand people up in the area of the WWM.


Higher Education

“White heteromasculinism,” a new tag, is being defined by progressive freaks in academia as a “system of oppression” that benefits only those who are “white, male, able-bodied, economically privileged, heterosexual, and cisgendered*.” 
* "Cisgendered" describes people whose gender identity matches their birth sex.
I think that it's humorous that the progs send their offspring (who by the very circumstances of birth are the joining of a male and female) to university to learn this sort of thing. They pay upwards of $60K per head per year, to have their young filled with this sort of vile race-baiting hatred and then express surprise when those (now freaks) offspring move back into the basement with their four year degree in social justice studies (major) with a minor in art appreciation. 

Is it any wonder that visionary leaders are concerned about robots taking the jobs of future college grads

Monday, July 17, 2017

'Tis Passing Strange

Tomatoes

I don't read most of the studies on this or that curative for cancer. A balanced diet is usually a common sense approach to life. This time it's different because I really like tomatoes (hot/cold/fresh/cooked/in salsa/in just about everything) and it plays to my bias.

The new study of how nutritional interventions can alter the risk for skin cancers appeared online in the journal Scientific Reports.
Jessica L. Cooperstone, Kathleen L. Tober, Ken M. Riedl, Matthew D. Teegarden, Morgan J. Cichon, David M. Francis, Steven J. Schwartz, Tatiana M. Oberyszyn. Tomatoes protect against development of UV-induced keratinocyte carcinoma via metabolomic alterations. Scientific Reports, 2017; 7 (1) DOI: 10.1038/s41598-017-05568-7
It found that male mice fed a diet of 10 percent tomato powder daily for 35 weeks, then exposed to ultraviolet light, experienced, on average, a 50 percent decrease in skin cancer tumors compared to mice that ate no dehydrated tomato.

The theory behind the relationship between tomatoes and cancer is that dietary carotenoids, the pigmenting compounds that give tomatoes their color, may protect skin against UV light damage, said Jessica Cooperstone, co-author of the study and a research scientist in the Department of Food Science and Technology in the College of Food, Agricultural, and Environmental Sciences at Ohio State.

There were no significant differences in tumor number for the female mice in the study. Previous research has shown that male mice develop tumors earlier after UV exposure and that their tumors are more numerous, larger and more aggressive.
"What works in men may not always work equally well in women and vice versa." It's sexist, misogynistic, and may also be homophobic to suggest this. But it doesn't mean that it's less true.
I'd write about the curative properties of bacon, combined with tomatoes (with lettuce) in a sandwich, but that would be Islamophobic and would send people scurrying for a safe space while howling that I need to check my white privilege. (Last time that I looked, it was fine in case you wanted to know. There's no reason to check it.)

The Russia Connection


The proud, elite, wealthy, lying, smug, evil, corrupt, wicked, nasty mainstream media thinks that Hillary's skulduggery with Russia is meaningless but Donald Trump's team's mild and innocent contact with the Russians constitutes a high crime. Such is the insanity that has gripped Manhattan Island and the Washington DC Beltway (while the rest of the country ignores them).

I now turn off Fox News when they want to talk about this or that stupidity. It may mean something to CNN or the progs, but it's bullshit in any normal part of the country. And nobody wants to step in that sort of thing, even though the people at CNN seem to bathe in it and love its perfume.

Instead of asking themselves why they lost people’s trust, the media instead asks why the people had lost trust in them. Those are two separate questions and we should not be surprised that the mendacious, filthy, smug, lying, corrupt, elite mainstream media asked the wrong one.

White Wolf Mine Project (an update)

A few of you are following this ordeal and process and have e-mailed. Coconino County has reviewed the plans twice, has found fault, has returned them and we are in the third review process. Maybe the third time's a charm. We can't begin excavation until that is complete, but my sense is that it's not that far off.

As expected, the day after Ramadan ended, I received a full offer on the house. There are a lot of sand people who want to live in the shadow of the mosque.

Three (of a total of 5) grandsons. All
want to play at the White Wolf Mine.
 My daughter, Emilie, is in school, which means that I had to stay in SoCal or I had to move to Phoenix. Because of the CALEXIT situation, it was more convenient for me to move locally and she was happy for that as well. The move to a really nice rental (more in the country) is in progress and I'll be out well before escrow closes. 

I tumbled from a ladder the day before yesterday, reminding me that I'm no longer 25 years old. I lay there, testing parts to see if something was broken or seriously out of alignment. Everything was where it needed to be, except that it hurt more. I still made it to my grandson's championship pony league (baseball) game.

The sort of unique, boutique consulting work that I do has been brisker this year than it has ever been before. Thank you President Trump. It's made the price tag creep of the project easier to swallow. Price tag creep was something that I anticipated, and I expect it to slow its momentum, but you (dear readers) and I know that it won't stop completely.