Neanderpundit

THe sole benefit to the airport security imposed on us by the TSA is the fact that everyone is required to remove their coats and shoes at the security checkpoint.

Now, hell, maybe it’s just me, but a woman in her nylons, bending over to slip her shoes back on? I always make it a point to get in line behind one. Especially if she’s dressed nice. And no, I’m not talking about models, I’m talking about normal women, with hips and thighs. Yesterday, going to the Omaha airport, there was a woman in the line ahead of me in the nicest suit, a dove-gray pinstripe thing, and watching her take off her coat, take off her shoes, walk her tight fitting pants walk through the metal detector, then slip back into her shoes, then her jacket, then step on to her gate, I barely had the presence of mind to hand the TSA girl my boarding pass.

Now, this woman was, oh, maybe 160? close to 6′ tall. Knew how to dress. Had hips like a lady, not that tiny boy-ass that the anorectics have. She could, in my opinion, maybe even have used a few more pounds. It made not being home even more painful than usual, but it also made the homecomeing more, er, enjoyable. It was good to get home to the Ogwife, and it helped me remember what a damned lucky guy I am to get a woman as good looking as her to hang with me.

one thirty. Gotta be up by six. No idea why I can’t get to sleep, other than being stuck in the middle of implementing some new ya-ya software that is the equvalent of driving a Chevette when you are used to a Testarossa and you minimally need a Mustang Cobra.

I’m so verklemmt over this bullshit I don’t know what to do- besides try to get some sleep, which is, so far eluding me. Of course, i could be in Acidman’s shoes, but at least if he could GET to sleep he could STAY sleeping, I have a full day tomorrow. or, today, really.

You know, I’m not a fan of the death penalty. Yaw, mynheer, it is so; I’d rather not fry your garden variety goblin (except, perhaps, in hot blood during a break-in) because, frankly, of the What If game.

What the hell is that? The What If game is how I establish patterns for behavior. What if there is a god? Well, I’ll try to be a decent human. What if there isn’t? Well, it didn’t harm anybody to be a decent human, did it? What if there isn’t a heaven, isn’t a hell? then the only time a murderor has to suffer for his crime(s) is the moment he faces death. I’m all for letting them sit in prison and think about what they’ve done, and I’m also all for reminding them every day of the brutality of their crime. I don’t care if they get rehabilitated, because at some level I don’t think it makes any difference. I also don’t think Prison should be a place to hang wiht your buds. I installed machinery in prisons, and they can be run not only well but turn a profit- greenhaven in Upstate new york has shown a profit for dozens of years. It’s a cash cow for the state. Every prison should run like that, and every prisoner should work for his bread. No, it shouldn’t be horribly oppressive, but it should neither be easy. So tookie- though it galls me to say this, I’m on your side. Though, you would probably dislike my idea of how the rest of your life should be lived.