Fun…though I wouldn’t want to be in front of him while he’s perfoming.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59ZX5qdIEB0
Author: D. L. Keur
What’s Happening On Capitol Hill
I follow several sentators…from states other than Idaho, including Bernie Sanders of Vermont. (Why I choose to follow and support U. S. Senators other than those of Idaho is because all Idaho US Senators in firmly entrenched on the opposite sides of issues I find salient. In fact, there isn’t a whole lot of people in office in Idaho whom I do support, especially not Butch “the Butcher” Otter, but let’s not go there. None of us need a rant from me this morning.)
Here’s the latest from Bernie Sanders of Vermont, and, if you want more interesting listening and reading, then go to his website at: http://www.sanders.senate.gov/
VIDEO: The Buzz on Capitol Hill with Senator Bernie Sanders
Here’s the direct link to the video: http://sanders.senate.gov/video/20090312003/index.html
She’s in Labor…But I’ve Gotta Pool Tournament
I got a call last Thursday: “My sow’s going to farrow, but I already had plans to go to Kalispell for three days. Can you come sit with her?”
I blinked about five times, just speechless. “Huh? Who is this?” I asked.
He told me. It was the guy whose wife had called my Mom not four months ago because a baby pig needed help. My mom had, of course, called me, and, reluctantly, I’d driven us all the way up this long, winding road to go rescue the creature who was crushed, starving, and suffering hypothermia. That’s how Mom got “Lucky,” no pun intended, but a good pun all the same.
I’d told the husband then what I told him now once my brain connected to my mouth. “If you’re going to raise pigs, you sit there with that sow while she farrows, and you sit there three days more. Then you keep a wary ear out for another three weeks in case you hear a piglet scream its fool head off because Mom laid on him and isn’t getting up.”
And, if you want to raise pigs, that’s what you do, whether you farrow them in crates or you, preferably, pen farrow.
“Well, I thought that you said that, if I had trouble to call you,” he came back.
I’m thinking to myself, This isn’t ‘trouble’. This isn’t a stuck pig, a prolapsed uterus, or anything dire. This is you wanting to go gad-about, and your sow is farrowing at an inconvenient moment. You didn’t think ahead, and now you want somebody to pig-sit while you go to some play-date. What I said was, “I’m sorry. I’m totally buried in work. I can’t help you. But, you know, if you have pigs, you are obligated to be there when they farrow. It’s part of the contract.”
Later, I found out that good old “boyo” went off on his weekend, anyway, the selfish asshole. What was the big ‘date’? He had a pool tournament over in Montana. Had to go suck down brewsky and rack ’em up, you know, or the world just wouldn’t be right.
Bullshit.
If this person ever has the audacity to call me again, I think I’ll tear him a new one, and, believe me, I’m capable. People like this should NOT have animals. None. Not ever.
I hope one day, if he has a daughter or granddaughter, when she goes into labor and everybody is expecting the obstetrician to attend, that, when the call comes, old doc says, “Oh, sorry. Timing’s off. I’ve got a pool tournament over at Jug’s Bar. She’ll have to fend for herself.”
A Lesson on Doers
Recently, an online group decided that they would like to try their hand at commercial work. We’re talking a mix of professional people and skilled amateurs who are pretty dedicated to their avocation. All members are very talented people.
Of the pros, most are actively working, but, with the economy the way it is, it never hurts to have something cooking on the back burner. Among the skilled amateurs are some people who are looking for work along with those who have jobs or who are retired.
So what happens? When it comes to a test “job” with a generous deadline, what we get are the professionals hopping right in and doing right away while the amateurs most in need of work wind up no-shows or making excuses.
Needless to say, the project is already failed before it’s even started. Odd thing is that, from the onset, a couple of us knew it was going to wind up just the way it did. It showed in the manner in which work was done in the group all along–a couple of initiators, the rest kinda sorta going along when it suited their tastes and their private schedules.
The lesson? There are doers, and then there’s everybody else.
The group? It’s still a functioning group, and I’m sure it will remain so, but it certainly demonstrated quite realistically and inarguably that, when it comes to succeeding in a commercial project, everybody has to hold a professional discipline or it just will never get off the ground.
Pounding Her Pulpit
There’s a woman — a missionary, no less — who absolutely insists that we all sit up and pay attention to her every post, her every new self-promotional effort. I’d can the feed if I could, but I can’t because there are good things happening in the group and there are good people in it. But every time I get another notification with this woman’s name on it, I just get this indescribable urge to hunt her down and stuff all her spam-bytes back down her throat. It’s bad of me, I know, but, gawd, some folks just have no manners whatsoever. Problem is, despite the misery she causes with her bloated self-infatuation, all these “nice” people fawn all over themselves telling her how she just floors them with her energy. It ain’t the energy that’s flooring them, tell the truth, though. It’s the audacity! She’s a missionary, remember, guys? So she can handle the truth, right? (Yeah, yeah, we know she can’t, but, hey, tough, I say.) So, guys and gals, quit your fawning and tell it like it is. Tell her to shut the f— up if she ain’t got something other than her own horn to blow!