Neanderpundit

it is clearly, as several people have put it, not anything like time to press the proverbial reset button on this country. On the other hand, it’s clear that the US of A is infected with all manner of viruses. What system is analogous to an Antivirus program that will clear the corruption and waste, and allow the prcess to get back to speed again?

Spent yesterday preparing, and today cooking, a lunch for family and friends. There were eight of us all told, and a couple more came by later, for chicken, tater salad, devilled eggs, several other dishes and stuff. A summer cookout, basically.

I have a good chicken recipe Dad used to use, which has been improved a bit by the beer-butt method, and made four big fryers, one of which still rests in the kitchen, awaiting attack later. Due to other obligations several intended guests were not able to make it, so we ended up with enough extra food to.. well, to feed the hungarian militia.

Needless to say we’ll be doing leftovers a while.

After dinner Partner and I went to Gander Mountain where they are selling ex-mil P-01 pistols. These are basically refurb P-38’s, but with the aluminum frame rather than the steel one. They brought one out that was so nice Partner decided then and there to take one home with him. If I hadn’t been broke as shit I would have bought one too.

He was pretty amazed that in 15 minutes with an NCICS check he was able to walk out of the store with a firearm and 100 rounds of ammo. I told him- so long as there are conservatives around anyway- God Bless America.

Happy father’s day, Y’all.

When I think back on my Father, one of the memories that is the strongest, of course, is his death and funeral.

I was still married to the ex, and we got a frantic call from Mom one night that he was in bad shape, and I should get to the hospital right away. I’d been through this drill before. The tone of mom’s voce told me this was different.

What I couldn’t know was how bad it was. Dad, after twenty seven years of running up the two stories of steps to his locker at the end of the day, had a heart attack on the way. He was gone before the momentum had carried him to the last step.

The last I saw Dad outside a coffin was on that cold stainless mortuary table.

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