So…

If those who are out of work and have given up on finding a job are no longer considered unemployed, are those who are unattached and have given up on finding a significant other no longer considered single? 

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Topped Out

Remember that team lead position that my bosses were hounding me to apply for several months ago? Yeah, well, my dumb ass did as I was asked. And of course they gave it to me.

I’ve been in the position for about three months, and I’ve been earning the extra money since about day two. I’ve never aspired to even the lowest leadership levels, and I’m not much of a people person. Consequently, it’s been a challenge. But a challenge that I’ll conquer and eventually master.

I ran the night shift team during our annual shutdown event in July, and they did well enough that the entire team got recognition for it. Most of my time before and since has been spent training the rookies. Only one person on my shift/team has been with FaucetCompany for more than a year, and he just had his one year anniversary. While the seemingly never ending training is tough, it is easier to earn respect from those who haven’t been around long enough to have developed a god complex.

I lost one member of my team already. Not because of anything that I did, and she was a firmly mediocre worker with nonstop abusive spouse drama that kept her distracted and impossible to train properly. As guilty as I feel to admit it, I’m relieved that she is gone.

Her replacement is supposed to be a troublemaker from another shift who is on his final warning. We have a history, though, so I can handle him. Inasmuch as he can be handled, anyway.

I try to pick my battles, but I’ve already walked one issue all the way up to the plant manager . I didn’t get the resolution that I wanted, but a prompt and acceptable solution did come out of it. I’ve been a squeaky wheel at lower levels a few times, too. I worry that I will stir the pot one time too many and wind up looking for a new place of employment. Even so, I can’t look the other way when my guys get the short end of the stick. They told me that one of my responsibilities was to be a bridge between the guys who do the work, and those who manage but lack the technical knowledge of the position, and to be an advocate for my team. I take that responsibility seriously.

Most days, I have moments when I wonder what I was thinking when I agreed to take the job. But it feels good when I am able to have even a small positive impact.

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Thoughts On Gunfights

Today when perusing my feed reader, I saw a blog post titled “From Self Defense to Murder in three seconds” on one of my regular reads. I read the post and watched the linked video. If you’re interested, here is the link to the video. I will refrain from linking the post itself.

I’m a little confused by the criticism. Bad guy follows dude into a parking area where he’s pretty well boxed in, and comes out swinging a club of some sort. Dude shoots, bad guy pulls back and turns, dude shoots again. The angle isn’t perfect, and there’s a third person blocking the bad guy at that point, so we can’t see everything that happens all that clearly, but after about a second, dude touches off a third round.

This happened in another country and dude has supposedly been charged with murder. (There’s also a report that the two had been feuding for quite some time, rather than this being a random road rage incident, as it is presented on the video. I’m not sure that changes anything, but full disclosure and all.) Blog author seems to agree that this would have been an acceptable response by the prosecuting attorney, had it happened in the US. I’m not sure I agree.

Think about it from dude’s perspective. Even if he knew that bad guy was pursuing him, and acknowledging that had he known, a better course of action would have been to not stop, certainly not park in a way that limits egress, and definitely not to attempt to exit the vehicle. All that said, once he was being attacked by a lunatic with a bat, I can’t see how deadly force wouldn’t be a legal response.

Just like Zimmerman, mistakes were made leading up to the encounter, but none that were illegal that we are aware of. And it’s too late at that point anyway. It’s kill or be killed, since the option of running was no longer available. Retreating should never be legally required anyway, even though it is often the wisest move.

We train to engage quickly once the shoot/no shoot decision has been made. Split seconds are often the difference between life and death. Adrenaline is a powerful thing. You shoot bad guy once. He pauses and kind of crumples. Do you really have time to stop and analyze whether or not he is down, or only momentarily delayed, waiting for an opening to finish you off? Maybe you missed, and his reaction is one of surprise, not one of being shot. I mean, half a second ago he was trying to turn you into hamburger using a baseball bat.

So you shoot again. Many advocate a double tap. Two rounds on target, pause, and repeat if necessary. In the blog author’s opinion, the second shot may have been okay, too. But just maybe. But supposedly the third round was an execution shot that cannot be forgiven.

To my old eyes, it seems like bad guy was out of the fight at that point, but can we be certain? Is it possible that we missed something? There was a third party between the two combatants, but that means little. And adrenaline is powerful stuff. Once in the blood stream, we can’t turn off its effects in a split second.

I understand the logic behind the author’s comments. Observing from a sterile environment, it may be questionable. Could it have been an execution? Sure. But it could also have been a response to bad guy turning and trying to push the intervening party out of the way so he could continue the fight. But the fact is, we’re Monday morning quarterbacking one of our own, one of the few who actually needed to use his gun for self defense. And we’re throwing him under the bus and driving over him.

I was somewhat guilty of the same after watching an old man shoot the bastards in the internet cafe in Florida a few years back. He actually chased the bad guys out of the building, shooting while they were retreating. I casually mentioned to someone that nobody else seemed to notice or care that it had gone from armed thugs (real threat) to assholes and elbows (no threat) while old man kept pursuing and firing. I can’t find any reports of him being charged, and he shouldn’t have. Although, I fear that had either thug expired as a result, the outcome may have been different.

Yes, we should learn from these kinds of events, and do everything we can to avoid making their mistakes. But in my opinion, given only the video evidence linked above, it was a righteous shoot. Cops (not that we should even consider wanting to emulate them) regularly unload multiple magazines into suspects, firing long after they stop twitching, and nobody blinks.

Mistakes were made, but that is part of being human. No self defense situation will ever be 100% perfect. Why the microscope and condemnation on this one?

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Grumpy Chicken Farmer

Look what followed me home today. 

And within a couple hours,  I had this:

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History 

… was made yesterday.  I went to my favorite Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet. And I only ate one plate of food. I  was comfortably full, and decided that the need to get my money’s worth was less important than the inevitable discomfort that a second plate would’ve caused. 

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Wow!

I didn’t realize that it had been so long since I posted something. 

I’m a couple weeks past our annual maintenance shutdown, which went rather well this year. 

Dear niece has been with me for the better part of two months. It’s been nice, having the house clean itself and the food cook itself. She’s making noises about going back home before long, so I’ll be back to a messy house and frozen dinners soon. 

I’m still working my financial recovery plan, and it’s going well.  Even though I did skip a few weekly gold purchases to buy a new gun. 

It’s a S&W 340PD – a scandium and titanium j-frame .357 Magnum. It is by far the most unpleasant weapon I’ve ever shot. It draws blood from the web of the shooter’s hand with every cylinder fired. However, it can be concealed almost anywhere, and goes almost unnoticed by the wearer due to the extremely light weight. It weighs less than twelve ounces unloaded and only 14.7 ounces fully loaded with five 158 grain full power loads. That’s twenty percent lighter than the KelTec PF9 that I’ve been using as my deep cover gun for years. 

I took it to the range last weekend. For me, it shoots high and left, so much so that at ten yards, POI is at the edge of the reduced silhouette’s shoulder when aiming dead center. Shooting Buddy put holes much closer to POA than I could. I figure I won’t need it past about half of that distance, so I’ll live with it. 

It’s been hot as balls around here for over a month. Mercury hits the mid-nineties daily with heat indexes well into triple digits. My yard is more jungle than anything else because it’s been too damn hot to try to mow. Eighty by 0800, and holding upper eighties past sunset. 

B emailed me a couple months ago. She didn’t say much, just tried to initiate a conversation.  I ignored her. She gave up after two or three attempts. Until this past weekend, when she sent me a “Hi” through the book of faces. That got ignored, too. 

I’ve switched over to Linux Mint from Ubuntu as of early this year. Mint is built from Ubuntu, but has its own unique appearance and allows easy customization beyond anything the latest version of Ubuntu would permit without way too much effort. I highly recommend it. 

That’s about it for now. 

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My Opinion Has Changed

Alternate title: Why Women Suck (and not in a good way)

I wrote about this subject over a year ago, and came to very different conclusions at that time. Observations and life experiences since then have drastically altered my opinion. And to be clear, this is my opinion, nothing more or less.

Based on my admittedly limited experience, I now understand that I have been deceived. With a few exceptions, girls are NOT made of sugar and spice and everything nice. They aren’t sweet, delicate flowers, deserving of adoration and protection. They damn sure don’t belong on the pedestal where I’ve been trying to put them all my life. Sure, there are contributing factors – male behavior, feminism, and the general moral decline of society, to name a few. But generally speaking, I now firmly believe that women are selfish, devious and manipulative beings at their core. They should never be trusted, and should only be approached with extreme caution.

Most feign an interest in men, but precious few are sincere. Sure, they want what they can get from men. Kids? A man is by far the easiest way to get some. Improved standard of living and increased fiscal security? Snaring a man with a full time job requires significantly less effort than years of school followed by more years working one’s way up the career ladder. And so forth.

Rarely does a woman give a shit what her man likes or what makes him happy. Almost none make any real effort to learn, much less attempt to contribute to his happiness. Unless it is part of a scheme to extrort something from him, of course. But may the Lord have mercy on the man who falls short on Valentine’s Day (or a myriad of other important dates). More about that later.

Most men are reasonably simple. Keep us well fed, well fucked, and our immediate living area relatively clean, and short of infidelity or attempted murder, leaving will never cross our mind.

Guess which of those three is the first to go. How about it, ladies? Choose one: Make your man a sandwich, sweep the floor, or have sex with him. The sandwich will win. Every. Fucking. Time. The broom will come in second. For some reason, physical intimacy drops off a woman’s radar as soon as she feels that she has her man locked, be it via marriage, kids, or whatever. That reason? She doesn’t give a fuck. Literally, in this case. She never did. Sure, she still wants him to do all the romantic shit, but putting out is the last thing on her mind.

I can hear the indignant protests now. So you don’t feel like it. Cry me a fucking river. I’m sure your man doesn’t always feel like dragging his ass out of bed and going to work every day. But he does it, though, doesn’t he? And sex takes significantly less time and effort than a work shift. Exception: If you are the primary breadwinner, you may occasionally play the “I don’t feel like it” card and still remain blameless.

Sex is validation for men. That’s how we know that our lady still likes us. How often it happens and how much effort it takes to get permission tells us how much she likes us. And that’s just it. Permission. We’ve been relegated to begging, like a supplicant before his queen. For something that should be freely given, especially if she cares about her man’s happiness and really loves him like she claims. Is it really such an unpleasant and arduous task? It must be.

And then there’s the jealousy and possessiveness. The second a woman thinks the slightest bit of her man’s attention might be at risk of being diverted elsewhere, all hell breaks loose. Even if the man did no wrong and had no ill intent in his heart.

Ladies, the next time you catch your man checking out some hottie, please hold off on losing your shit for a second. Ask yourself when the last time was that you enthusiastically laid that pussy on him. Too long ago to remember? Try an easier question. When was the last time you gave him some without him having to beg, plead and cajole? That’s what I thought. Shut the fuck up! You just made my point for me.

It isn’t just about sex, either. It sucks to be taken for granted. To not be appreciated. Ladies like to talk shit about how they are constant victims of this, and whine about the loss of romance in their relationships. The thing is, it’s a two way street. He hasn’t bought you flowers in a long time? You can’t remember the last piece of jewelry he got for you?

Take a look in the fucking mirror. What did you do for him last Valentine’s Day? It isn’t Woman’s Day – that’s March 8th. When was the last time you rubbed his feet after work without being prompted? Or had a cold beer waiting by his easy chair and the game queued up for him? Or whatever your man likes? I thought so. You don’t give a shit. Stop expecting him to.

And show some fucking appreciation when he does try to do something nice or romantic. Even if he fails miserably. No matter how awesome you think you are, and how certain you are that you deserve every romantic gesture imaginable, acknowledge the effort and return the favor from time to time. If you don’t, then you deserve it when he gives up and stops trying.

I dated a woman not long after high school. I made it a point to do something nice for her every week. Usually, it was flowers. Sometimes it was chocolate or something else that I knew she liked. For some reason that I’ve long forgotten, I missed or skipped a week. I caught holy hell over that. She’d gone from appreciative to feeling entitled in a few short months. We broke up soon after that. I had always chalked it up to her being an insane redhead (such is my penchant), but recent experiences with a couple brunettes have caused me to expand the source to the entire distaff side of the species.

So, guys, remember this. Women are caustic. Allow them into your life with great caution, fully understanding the inherent risks. Pussy is truly awesome, but seldom is it worth the cost.

And ladies, fight your DNA. Strive to be the wonderful, precious creatures that we want so badly to believe that you are. Instead of the soul-sucking, conniving abominations that your genetic programming seems to want you to be.

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