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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The Horde

Three cats is, in my opinion, two too many. Mrs. Wolves tends to disagree, which is why we have The Horde gathered daily at one window or another:


Alas, we are not limited to windows, nor to cats. If the front door is open, pretty much every animal in the house likes to gather to look out the storm door:


At least none of the cats is lying on Jeb, which has been known to happen.

Spotted in Denmark

Thanks to my European correspondent, I have this picture of a car spotted in Denmark with a Bernie Sanders bumper sticker prominently displayed:


Of course, Europeans supporting a Socialist is no surprise. And, given how corrupt the Democrat Party is in this country, it also would be no surprise to me if this sumbitch voted for Sanders in one or more primary elections.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Never saw that coming

If you want less of something, you tax it. The more you tax it, the less of that something you will get. Of course, that also means that you will get less tax revenue from taxing that something, because there is less of that something happening. That is simply how things work. Seattle, apparently, has not figured this out:
When the City of Seattle passed a tax on all sales of guns and ammunition, the measure was hailed as a way to defray the rising costs of gun violence.
But since the tax took effect, those costs have only risen as gun violence in the city has surged. And the tax has apparently brought in much less than city leaders projected it would.
The igno-liberal who brought this tax to the table thought it would generate $300,00 to $500,00 per year in tax revenue. Oddly, enough, that didn't happen, as gun stores in Seattle promptly move outside the city limits. Why? The law made it too expensive to do business in city limits:
Seattle City Councilman Tim Burgess introduced the tax in 2015. It puts a $25 tax on every firearm sold in the city and up to 5 cents per round of ammunition. The measure easily passed and took effect January 1, 2016. Comparing the first five months of 2017 with the same period before the gun tax went into effect, reports of shots fired are up 13 percent, the number of people injured in shootings climbed 37 percent and gun deaths doubled, according to crime statistics from the Seattle Police Department.
That's a lot of extra cost. People can go where those extra costs are not imposed in a case like this, with a city tax. Just go to a store in the county where the tax does no apply. Simple. Apparently, city officials never contemplated this possibility. Libtards always do their tax-impact analysis on a static basis, as if increased taxes will not affect behavior. All evidence shows that higher taxes on a particular activity will result in less of that activity, but libtards keep pretending otherwise. Predictably, higher taxes never produce the revenue expected, and this case was no different:
In selling his gun tax to the public, Burgess predicted it would generate between $300,000 and $500,000 annually. The money would be used to study the root causes of gun violence in hopes of reducing the costs to taxpayers.
Seattle officials refuse to say how much the tax brought in the first year, only giving the number “under $200,000.” Gun rights groups have sued to get the exact amount.
But Mike Coombs, owner of Outdoor Emporium, the last large gun dealer left in Seattle, said the actual tax revenue is almost certainly just over $100,000, a figure based on information he says the city shared with his lawyers.
Coombs said storewide, sales are down 20 percent while gun sales have plummeted 60 percent.
Please note that there is only one large gun dealer left in Seattle. I assume his lease is too hard to break for him to leave the city. But he knows how much he pays in taxes, and I'll bet he can figure out how much the remaining small dealers pay under this (probably unconstitutional) tax. So if this guy says the city is collecting closer to $100,000 that $200,000, I believe him. I also believe the tax is failing to do anything except drive gun stores out of Seattle. It isn't driving guns out of Seattle, just the stores where law-abiding citizens can buy guns. Not sure how that is supposed to be a good thing.

I'm big in the South Pacific

Fiji came by the other day, a first-time visitor to the blog from that island nation. Here's what you need to know:
Fiji, . . . officially the Republic of Fiji, is an island country in Melanesia in the South Pacific Ocean about 1,100 nautical miles (2,000 km; 1,300 mi) northeast of New Zealand's North Island. Its closest neighbours are Vanuatu to the west, New Caledonia to the southwest, New Zealand's Kermadec Islands to the southeast, Tonga to the east, the Samoas and France's Wallis and Futuna to the northeast, and Tuvalu to the north.
Fiji is an archipelago of more than 330 islands, of which 110 are permanently inhabited, and more than 500 islets, amounting to a total land area of about 18,300 square kilometres (7,100 sq mi). The farthest island is Ono-i-Lau. The two major islands, Viti Levu and Vanua Levu, account for 87% of the population of almost 860,000. The capital, Suva on Viti Levu, serves as Fiji's principal cruise port.[12] About three-quarters of Fijians live on Viti Levu's coasts, either in Suva or in smaller urban centres like Nadi (tourism)[12] or Lautoka (sugar cane industry). Viti Levu's interior is sparsely inhabited due to its terrain.[13]
Mostly they do tourism and sugar, but Fiji is pretty well off as South Pacific island nations go. Lots of natural resources, plus the tourism thing is huge. A former British colony, the island nation was given independence in 1970. There were some rough spots between now and then, with a couple military coups and shit, but nothing that made the country anything less than a tropical paradise. All in all, not bad. Got to like this:


So, let's all give Fiji a big Eff You welcome. Come back soon, and bring your friends.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Yes, more farming

I went to The Farm this past weekend, and I did stuff. We had brussel sprouts, which were a bad idea Farmer Tom had because they were on sale, really cheap. They were on sale really cheap in April because you can't harvest brussel sprouts -- I have no damn idea how to spell it -- until after the first frost, which is why you plant them in August, not April. In any event, we had these brussel sprouts:


I pulled them out and we then had dirt:


I have not yet planted anything in this particular dirt. Perhaps this weekend. I also weeded the shit out of the bed the spinach was in until about two weeks ago, when I harvested all of it. I planted beans there:


 And then I watered the shit out of that bed:


 Next up, I went to the little bed that could and pulled out the brussel sprouts that Farmer Tom planted there, hoping to come up with seeds, I guess:


That bed is now empty, as well. Probably going to be more garlic. Farmer Tom decides what to plant, I keep it alive. Right now, that bed is just dirt:


I was able to harvest a few things, though, even as early in the season as it is. Cold weather crops continue to finish up. Such as swiss chard:


And kale:


And whatever kind of lettuce this is:


And this big-ass head lettuce that is not iceberg:


More coming, as we finish up the winter crops and put in more summer stuff.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

RIP, Adam West

A Batman like no other. A fabulous show from my childhood, and this tribute says it all:



So long, Adam.

Friday, June 9, 2017

While we're doing haiku . . .

. . . I guess I have a dog-walking haiku. Suppose to be hot as hell this weekend and into early next week, but tonight it is cooler, dropping below 70. As I walked Jeb the Wonder Dog, I could smell wood smoke, which gives us this:
Kind of cool tonight
Someone has a fireplace lit
Is it really June?

Another employment haiku

This project might not be the greatest ever, but it doesn't suck. First of all, they hired me when the vanishingly small number of other projects out there did not. Second, there is some overtime. Not enough to be ideal, but beggars can't be choosers. Finally, even though seating was assigned by alphabetical order - I fucking hate assigned seating -- I got a great seat, at the end of a row and close to a wall. Not a lot of traffic. Plus, the woman to my left didn't show up today, so I might be at the end of a row with a vacant seat to my left. Please, Lord. In any event, it inspired another employment haiku:
New job doesn't suck
Got some overtime, at least
Got a real good seat
That's what I'm talking about.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

I always knew Brett Favre was a cowboy, but . . .

. . . apparently in his early years as the Packers' starter he was winging it even more than people thought. By all means, watch the video, but here is a transcript of when he decided he needed to ask Ty Detmer, the Packers' backup quarterback, some basic questions:
"So after about our second year [together], finally I said I just gotta know. So, I said, 'Ty, I gotta ask you a question.' And Ty was about as goofy as I was. He says, 'What's that?' I said 'What's a nickel defense?' He gets real quiet. He says 'Are you serious?' I said 'yeah, I'm serious.' He says 'Well, they basically take out a linebacker and bring in a DB.' I said 'that's it?' He said 'That's it.' I said 'Who gives a s---?'"
I'm sorry, but this just makes me love him more.


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

An employment haiku!

Yeah, got a gig starting tomorrow. Supposed to last six weeks and have overtime, but we'll see. After all, Rule No. 1 still applies. Still, it deserves a haiku:
Got a job, at last.
About motherfucking time.
We'll see for how long.
Yeah, we'll see.


Yes, I've been farming

I went to The Farm the other day. Mostly, I harvested. There is some weeding to do, but I focused on getting stuff out of the ground. I cleared out the spinach bed, because it is getting too hot for spinach and it has stopped growing:


I peeked in on the okra, which is coming up nicely:


Lots of leaf lettuce coming up, as well:


The peas look good. In a couple three weeks, we'll start harvesting those:


The broccolinis -- only individual florets grow, not entire heads -- are doing well:


Carrots are coming in nicely:


I harvested some broccolinis:


Brought in some kale, as well:


Also Swiss chard:


And, of course, since I closed out the spinach bed, a bunch of spinach:


Against all odds, I harvested some cauliflower:


All of the cold-weather crops are just about done. Soon we will be switching completely to summer crops. The transition is underway, but we should have more bean beds in place soon, replacing spinach, broccoli and the like. Stay tuned.

Mrs. Wolves wants another pet

I'm pretty sure the Wolves kit-tays want this pet, too, but I think they want it for a different reason. Mrs. Wolves is thinking pet, and the kit-tays are thinking lunch. In any event, they watch this potential new pet longlingly through the windows.

What are we talking about? A rabbit has decided to raise her offspring in our backyard:


The young bunny frequently appears alone, chomping on grass and clover:


It seems that they live behind the fence of the house next door, but they come into our yard frequently. Consequently, I am no longer allowed to mow the back yard, as that would reduce their food supply, apparently:


Really, I think they'd be OK:


In any event, we have a baby bunny in the back yard, at least for now.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

It's almost like environmentalists just want to be wrong

I can't include the entire chart because that would be a copyright problem, but a poster at Red State has put together a succinct history of the failure of environmentalists' predictions, including these:


A Short History Of A Failed Philosophy
YearPredictionHow It Turned Out
1962DDT Would Destroy The EcologyRachel Carson in her book Silent Spring triggered the move to over regulate pesticides and in particular banning DDT. How did it turn out ? Well we use more pesticides now than we have ever before, the big threat to birds these days are Windmills and most people are living longer than ever. Negative Results: Deaths in third world countries are estimated in the 10s of millions from diseases carried by insects
1968Population BombPaul Ehrlich’s prediction of Malthusian apocalypse for humanity. Overpopulation was predicted to exhaust all the earths resources, and completely exhaust our ability to feed ourselves. If we were lucky by that far future decade of the 1980s we would be living in a Mad Max desert scrabbling for buried canned goods. How’d that one turn out ? Well I see people trying to lose weight all over the place, and I have made a hobby of ordering foods I have never tried from strange places.
1970sGlobal CoolingDon’t let them snow you this was a real unreal thing. During the 70s and early 80s there were widespread predictions of a coming ice age* and we would all be moving south or living under glaciers. This was a bad prediction but a good look at how the greens use scare stories. Carl Sagan was one of the proponents of the original idea which he expanded into his Nuclear Winter scenario. The goal was to force disarmament on the U.S.
1972Limits To GrowthResource exhaustion: Collapse of world civilization by mid 21st century. Give them credit the people that came up with this one made sure they would never be called on it. 45 years in though it doesn’t look good. We have actually had several collapses in the price of basic commodities due to oversupply since the book was written. The U.S. is well on it’s way to being energy independent again (thank you fracking) and we are still eating more than we should and exercising not as much as we should
1980Global WarmingGlobal Warming, climate change, man bear pig, is the follow up scare story to global cooling. This time around literally hundreds of predictions are being made. A cynic would characterize this a strategic decision to prevent it from being discredited. How has it done ? Well we have had no warming for nearly the past 20 years. (Well excepting that which comes from adjusting the temperature record up)


Go to Red State for the rest of the chart. Why does anyone ever listen to them?

73 years ago today

Thousands gave their lives in the name of freedom. D-Day stands alone as the single greatest exemplification of courage for a cause. Try not to forget the sacrifice, or the cause:



Thanks, guys.

Readers of this blog continually surprise me

Sure, the comments often come as a surprise, as do the places people come here from. But today, someone used search terms that about floored me: "Eugene Robinson is an idiot."

Naturally, this is true, but it also is the title of this post, which I wrote shortly after the massacre at the headquarters of Charlie Hebdo in Paris. As some of you may recall, Charlie Hebdo is a French satire weekly that used to publish lots of cartoons mocking radical Islamists. They don't anymore, because the guys who drew the cartoons as well as the guys who thought it was a good idea to publish those cartoons all got killed that day.

It never hurts to tell Islamists to fuck off. So, Islamists, fuck off:






No, really. Fuck off, Islamists. Come by sometime to get your 72 virgins or whatever you think is waiting for you. Fascinating to me that someone used those search terms to find the blog. Pretty specific, really.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Yeah, it's another unemployment haiku

Submitted for a project at an agency I've never worked for. I don't know why, but agencies always want you to interview first. They aren't very discriminating -- anyone who has read this blog for very long knows that complete freaks get hired routinely -- but I guess they want to make sure you actually have a pulse:
Got an interview.
It's see lightning, hear thunder
But a job's a job.
So maybe I'll be back to work soon.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Ah, Florida

Specifically, the panhandle of Florida. I went to visit my father last week, as I previously mentioned, along with Cpl. Wolves and Married Into Wolves. It was a good trip. We drove. Long drive, but a metric shit ton cheaper than flying.

Anyway, there was a defining moment when I knew I was in Panhandle Florida. We had just driven through Cantonment (pronounced Can-TONE-ment, for the uninitiated) and entered Century in Florida when I saw a dead raccoon on the side of the rode. I paid it no mind. And then Cpl. Wolves, who was riding shotgun as I drove, said, "That raccoon had an arrow in its side."

Ah, welcome to Florida, Panhandle style.

Sweet baby Jesus, another unemployment haiku

Yeah, I've been out of work for seven of the last nine weeks. Mostly, there haven't been any jobs. Got two, both short, but lately there have been projects and I haven't been selected. It sucks. Of course, that combined with my trip to Florida last week to see my father, Major Wolves (along with Cpl. Wolves and Married Into Wolves) gives us another unemployment haiku:
Went to Florida
Weather was good, beach was nice
Came home to no job.
Yeah, not perfect. Lately, there has been more project activity, but I still haven't landed one. Liquor store owners should be getting nervous.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

99 reasons why she lost but Hillary ain't one of them?

Seriously, this shit is pathological:



No, really:



The worst candidate ever can't seem to accept that she sucked as a candidate. Is it possible that losing Wisconsin, a reliable blue state, had something to do with never visiting Wisconsin? What a turd.

Hat tip to Hot Air.