While I'm less than two weeks removed from an incredible hunting trip with family in Louisiana, the glow has worn off. Or you could say it has frozen off.
Late January in northern Minnesota is brutal. Every day is the same, and it's the same because we can't go outside. The days are getting longer, which helps, but the snow is up to your crotch, ice and snow are everywhere, and there is just this cold that feels endless.
It's amazing how limited one becomes when being outdoors isn't an option. Sure, we can go to the movie, church, work, club, etc., but it just feels so limiting.
We'll be in the mid 30's this weekend, and I'm looking forward to a rare January outdoor run, provided I don't break my neck on the ice.
I miss my patio, my grill, my boat, my lake, my grass, the whole damn thing.
Hurry it up, Spring.
Thursday, January 30, 2020
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Why Trump Wins in 2020
The media thinks that you're an idiot. A raving, southern drawl, uneducated idiot.
And they hate your racist, homophobe, gun-loving guts.
And sometimes all that hatred bubbles up to the surface. Like this:
Unless you think EXACTLY like them, you're hated.
And that's why Trump wins in 2020.
And they hate your racist, homophobe, gun-loving guts.
And sometimes all that hatred bubbles up to the surface. Like this:
Unless you think EXACTLY like them, you're hated.
And that's why Trump wins in 2020.
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
RIP Terry Jones
Terry Jones, a main player in Monty Python's Flying Circus, passed away last week due to complications with frontotemporal dementia. He was 77.
He's the second Python to die; Grahm Chapman died of cancer in 1989.
While Jones took a back seat to bigger names it the troupe, his comic sensibilities were fantastic, especially when playing someone of the other gender.
Here's my most favoite Jones skit:
He's the second Python to die; Grahm Chapman died of cancer in 1989.
While Jones took a back seat to bigger names it the troupe, his comic sensibilities were fantastic, especially when playing someone of the other gender.
Here's my most favoite Jones skit:
Rest in peace.
Monday, January 27, 2020
Delta Airlines Lost My Gun - #2
On to conclude the story. If you're just joining us, you may want to first visit the first installment of Delta losing my gun.
As stated previously. Delta refused to deliver my gun to me. They claim they don't deliver guns, despite that being exactly what they were doing the previous 24 hours. I got that from both the agent at Fargo, as well as the person that was "helping" me on Twitter:
As stated previously. Delta refused to deliver my gun to me. They claim they don't deliver guns, despite that being exactly what they were doing the previous 24 hours. I got that from both the agent at Fargo, as well as the person that was "helping" me on Twitter:
Hence, I dutifully hopped into my truck and drove the hour drive, one way, to get my property back from Delta.
Except they do deliver firearms. They drove Fuzzy's right to him.
Crappy service is one thing. Being lied to (and being able to document it) is another thing altogether.
Going on a hunting trip with Delta? Flyer beware...
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Sunday Gospel Matthew 4:12-23
12 Hearing that John had been arrested he withdrew to Galilee,
13 and leaving Nazara he went and settled in Capernaum, beside the lake, on the borders of Zebulun and Naphtali.
14 This was to fulfil what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah:
15 Land of Zebulun! Land of Naphtali! Way of the sea beyond Jordan. Galilee of the nations!
16 The people that lived in darkness have seen a great light; on those who lived in a country of shadow dark as death a light has dawned.
17 From then onwards Jesus began his proclamation with the message, 'Repent, for the kingdom of Heaven is close at hand.'
18 As he was walking by the Lake of Galilee he saw two brothers, Simon, who was called Peter, and his brother Andrew; they were making a cast into the lake with their net, for they were fishermen.
19 And he said to them, 'Come after me and I will make you fishers of people.'
20 And at once they left their nets and followed him.
21 Going on from there he saw another pair of brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John; they were in their boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them.
22 And at once, leaving the boat and their father, they followed him.
23 He went round the whole of Galilee teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and curing all kinds of disease and illness among the people.
In today's gospel, we find Jesus filling out his team, and doing so quite adeptly. Can you imagine being tapped for this by the Lord? Moreover, can you imagine just dropping everything for someone you don't know, whom you just met, and leaving everything?
That's sacrifice for faith.
While few are called like Simon, Andrew, James or John, God does call us. The ask might be a whisper, or it might be a shout, but ask of us He does.
How do we answer? Do we do so only when it's convenient for us? Do we ignore and pretend we don't hear?
We don't have nets to leave, but we all have other baggage. Baggage that would serve us well if we dropped it. Baggage that needs to be dropped in order to answer.
Like the apostles, what we drop and how we answer isn't a sacrifice, it's an opportunity.
The ask is there. How will we respond?
13 and leaving Nazara he went and settled in Capernaum, beside the lake, on the borders of Zebulun and Naphtali.
14 This was to fulfil what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah:
15 Land of Zebulun! Land of Naphtali! Way of the sea beyond Jordan. Galilee of the nations!
16 The people that lived in darkness have seen a great light; on those who lived in a country of shadow dark as death a light has dawned.
17 From then onwards Jesus began his proclamation with the message, 'Repent, for the kingdom of Heaven is close at hand.'
18 As he was walking by the Lake of Galilee he saw two brothers, Simon, who was called Peter, and his brother Andrew; they were making a cast into the lake with their net, for they were fishermen.
19 And he said to them, 'Come after me and I will make you fishers of people.'
20 And at once they left their nets and followed him.
21 Going on from there he saw another pair of brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John; they were in their boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them.
22 And at once, leaving the boat and their father, they followed him.
23 He went round the whole of Galilee teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and curing all kinds of disease and illness among the people.
In today's gospel, we find Jesus filling out his team, and doing so quite adeptly. Can you imagine being tapped for this by the Lord? Moreover, can you imagine just dropping everything for someone you don't know, whom you just met, and leaving everything?
That's sacrifice for faith.
While few are called like Simon, Andrew, James or John, God does call us. The ask might be a whisper, or it might be a shout, but ask of us He does.
How do we answer? Do we do so only when it's convenient for us? Do we ignore and pretend we don't hear?
We don't have nets to leave, but we all have other baggage. Baggage that would serve us well if we dropped it. Baggage that needs to be dropped in order to answer.
Like the apostles, what we drop and how we answer isn't a sacrifice, it's an opportunity.
The ask is there. How will we respond?
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Saturday Song Share: Foo Fighters - 2112 Overture
From Rush's induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, a resounding cover by some of the Foos:
Friday, January 24, 2020
Trump to Speak at Today's March for Life
In an unprecedented move, President Trump will be the first sitting president to speak in-person to the crowd today at the annual March for Life. For those that may not know the event, the March is an annual rally at the Mall in Washington DC for the right to life. It draws in excess of 100,000 (last year's estimate was 200,000) and is routinely ignored by the mainstream media.
I mean buried. Zero reporting.
The media has the story this year, claiming that Trump is using it to obfuscate from his impeachment proceedings. Personally, I think the move is brilliant. Trump is using the media's hatred of him to cast light onto an event that they have attempted to shield from mainstream America for decades. Real jujitsu stuff by Trump.
It will be interesting to see how the media cover the story today. Expect crowd sizes to be downsized if not abjectly ignored. And certainly, the messages of the March will absolutely be ignored. We'll see how it all plays out. In the meantime, we wish the attendees a good march, and that their efforts change hearts and policies.
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Too Much Fuzzy
I've been on a hunting trip to Louisiana with Fuzzy, and we had a blast. It's always good to see kin, and being able to also see ducks was just icing on the cake.
We shared a room at the local hotel. Not a great room, but comfortable enough with dual twin beds and a serviceable shower. It's really all we need.
A couple of nights ago, I woke to go use the facilities as middle-aged men are wont to do. Having done my business, I climbed back into my bed to resume my slumber, when Fuzzy reached out and touched me.
What the hell is he doing in my bed?
I cracked open an eye. Was I in the right spot? I had made a similar error many years before on a hunting trip and it was damned embarrassing. No, I was where I needed to be.
Hey, wait a minute. I'm home. My bed partner is actually my wife.
Thank God.
I think it's easy to say I've seen way too much of Fuzzy these past couple of days.
Dorothy was right - there is no place like home.
We shared a room at the local hotel. Not a great room, but comfortable enough with dual twin beds and a serviceable shower. It's really all we need.
A couple of nights ago, I woke to go use the facilities as middle-aged men are wont to do. Having done my business, I climbed back into my bed to resume my slumber, when Fuzzy reached out and touched me.
What the hell is he doing in my bed?
I cracked open an eye. Was I in the right spot? I had made a similar error many years before on a hunting trip and it was damned embarrassing. No, I was where I needed to be.
Hey, wait a minute. I'm home. My bed partner is actually my wife.
Thank God.
I think it's easy to say I've seen way too much of Fuzzy these past couple of days.
Dorothy was right - there is no place like home.
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