Jan 152012
 
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Hello folks.  Today’s podcast is inspired by a post over on my friend Maria Muir’s site.  It is about the absurd lengths the TSA is going through to make sure citizens get violated, I mean secured.  Go check Maria’s stuff out at MariaMuir.com. She will love the traffic.  The link to the article is after the podcast!

This pic is just a portent of what will be expected in the airport in the next few years. I can picture the agent (a large woman with a german accent strangely enough) saying, “Now you will stand like this while we check you for incendiary devices in your lower intestine!”  Scary thoughts.

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Thanks for listening.  Here is the link to Maria’s post: http://mariamuir.com/2010/12/01/tsa-the-new-sex-predators-grooming-your-children-with-your-consent/comment-page-1/#comment-3086

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Justin

Justin is the young Coot with a Cantankerous Soul who continues to be educated by older, more cootish Ralph and Bob. His Cantankerosity is his own.

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Oct 172011
 
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Well folks, the arrogance of the Transportation Security Administration and the country’s official big sister, Secretary Janet Napolitano has simultaneously reached new heights…and new depths.

Under new standards (I use the term “standards” very, very loosely here), the thugs pedophiles perverts security officers of the TSA are going to get to know you REAL well by the time you finish clearing security at our airports.  The old AT&T phone company’s (remember that?  Talk about retro…) advertising line “Reach out and touch someone” has taken on a whole new meaning.

The TSA’s method of checking folks for explosives has changed.  Not satisfied with making granny take her shoes off and thirsty diabetics empty their water bottles, and deciding that rubbing you all over with the back of their hands wasn’t enough, they have decided to make sexual assault a normal part of flying from Cleveland to El Paso.

Would “feeling up” Richard Reid have kept us safe?  Uh…no.  His bomb was in his tennis shoes, not his crotch.

How about Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab?  Would copping a feel have stopped the Christmas Day Bomber?  Nope.  Despite the bomb being in his Fruit-of-the-Looms it was designed in such a way that a good session of getting to second base would have found nothing.

But getting to second base…and beyond…has just become a normal part of a TSA security screener’s job.

Hey…don’t complain!  Pedophiles and sexual deviants need jobs too!!!

Just how much more are we gonna take?  Just how close to the Gestapo of Nazi Germany will we allow this country to get?  When will we say “enough is enough”?

It’s easy for me to say since it can’t happen…I’m already on the TSA no-fly list…but if it were me and my family, I can tell you what would happen.  If a screener were to check my “package” there would be one hell of a ruckus raised…very loudly.  If a screener checked out the lushness of my wife or girlfriend’s breasts, or…God forbid…ran their hand between my daughter’s legs, copping a feel of her crotch, the screener would go to the hospital and I’d go to jail.

I’d take my chances with a jury.  It only takes one person to hang a jury, and a decent lawyer could make sure one of 12 would be a parent who would vote “not guilty” no matter the pressure by other jurors.

Bob@HayleStorm Interactive

Bob comes to us with a skeptical attitude and a full cup of Cantankerousness. He also writes about homesteading and yurts over at JuicyMaters.com and rants about politics at Common-Sense-Conversation.com Most of the time, though, you'll find him at HayleStorm.net, cranking out great websites for clients OR writing tutorials teaching them to build their own sites.

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Oct 102011
 

I would like to thank Ralph for keeping the Coots afloat for the last little while.  He has done a very Cantankerous job! Now for today, another lesson.

Wednesday Ralph was writing about email and the evils of so much garbage threatening to overwhelm us.  This week I have taken a new stand with that.  I just don’t give a rat’s ass about it.  I click select all and scan down the list for things from my mom or the government and then delete the whole damn list.  It has been nice to have an empty inbox. Am I missing some things?  Probably.  Do I give a rat’s ass about it?  NO.  There is a tie in and a lesson in one.

There has to be a point where you just give up caring what other people think and do what you need to do. I had that realization a while ago when it comes to my family.  Now, I will be 36 next week and it has taken me almost all of that time to finally let go of my Father’s tyranny and not care about his opinion any more.  After his hesitancy in having anything to do with my daughter after her kidney transplant (she was 3 when she had it!) to not coming and seeing his newest grandson for over a month, I don’t give a rats ass anymore. I will still be respectful, but I just don’t care about his hold over me any more.  That may be a sad statement but I have finally grown up or at least more Cantankerous.

A very large part of the Cantankerous Old Coot Not Giving A Rats Ass lesson is this, you are your own person.  You have the right, nay the obligation to be your own person.  There has to be a point somewhere in your life where you take a stand and say, “I am me.  NO one can push their thoughts and ideals on me.  I will be me and I will take control of my life and my own family, my way.”

That is not an easy thing to do.  It is necessary.  So your homework this week is this, go find something that is stealing control of part of you.  Find it, look at it lovingly, and smash it to the ground!  Literally or figuratively I don’t care, but be sure to yell at it, “I don’t give a rats ass about you anymore!!!”  You will feel better and you will start to let go of the things that are keeping you down, weather it be family or email.  Quit giving a rats ass and you will be better off.

-Justin

And really, when this article was bein written, Zemanta put up a bunch of pics of Ralph Nader.  Is he a rats ass?  I don’t give a rat’s ass about him but I really don’t need to see him littering up my sidebars.  What another bunch of crap I am done caring about.

Justin

Justin is the young Coot with a Cantankerous Soul who continues to be educated by older, more cootish Ralph and Bob. His Cantankerosity is his own.

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Oct 092011
 
Lingering Feelings
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The first thing that comes to mind when talking about feelings is, “bah, humbug!”

It’s not that I consider feelings to be a bad thing. In fact, quite often feelings can be really, really good.

Like on a chilly night… In front of a warm fire… With a hot mama… Now those are some good feelings, but that’s for another post.

No, my “bah humbug” attitude about feelings is not about feelings themselves (after all, having feelings as part of what makes us human), but about the way our over attention to feelings has screwed things up.

Let’s look at a few ways that over attention to feelings has caused problems:

• We pay way too much attention to “Little Johnny’s” feelings when he acts out in school. The teacher can’t snatch him up by the scruff of the neck, give him a good shake, ask him just what the hell he thinks he’s doing, and send him along to the principal’s office, where the board of education will be applied to his ass.

Oh my, no. That might hurt his feelings. That might damage poor little Johnny’s self esteem. We must stroke him, and coddle him, and tell him everything is going to be OK, that it was a misunderstanding, and probably all our fault.

He ought to be told what a little jackass he is, have his butt blistered, and be sent home, where daddy will blister his ass again tonight.

Ooopps… I forgot. Baby Daddy’s probably been gone since the kid was a year old.

• We pay way too much attention to Muslim’s feelings. Do you want to include profiling as part of Airport Security? Oh no, ain’t gonna happen. It might offend all the peace loving Muslims in the world… or at least those going through an airport screening. It doesn’t matter that over 3000 people dead on 9/11 were killed by Muslims, and that hurt this country bad… No, we can’t hurt the feelings of those Muslims. After all, we all know that Islam is a peaceful religion, and that the majority of Muslims are peace loving people who abbhor violence, death, and destruction as much as anybody.

Well, they probably are, and they probably do, but they don’t show it very well. There are a few things they could do that would help convince me though. They can start by condemning the actions of “radical Islamists” in a very public way, rather than keeping their condemnation to themselves. They can also reject organizations like CAIR when they plaster posters all over Islamic communities in the United States, telling residents not to cooperate with the FBI in matters concerning terrorism. If the Council on American Islamic relations is little more than an apologists group for radical Islam, and if American Muslims made it clear that they were aware of that, and rejected the organization, I would have a lot more empathy for their complaints that they are being discriminated against. I wouldn’t agree, but I would have more empathy.

After all, on 9/11 19 people hijacked four airplanes and killed over 3000 people. 19 Muslims. ‘Nuff said. Start the profiling.


• We pay what way too much attention to the feelings of fat people… And short people… And poor people… And, well, you get the idea.

I’m sorry, but if you are fat then that is what you are… Plain… Damn… Fat. You are not overweight, chubby, extra large, or (so we don’t leave out the women) a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman).

You are fat.

We pay way too much attention to the feelings of short people. If you aren’t as tall as the average person, then guess what? You are short. You are not vertically challenged, you are just plain ol’ short. Get over it.

One of my favorite songs is “Short People” by randy Newman, so there… PFFTTTH!

Note to midgets and dwarfs: you are beyond short, and cannot claim the “short people” or “little people”moniker. You are midgets and dwarfs, period.

As for poor people’s feelings, society coddles them way too much as well. If you’re poor, your poor, not socio – economically disadvantaged, not disenfranchised, and not less fortunate. You are poor…and except for in rare instances, it is by your own doing.

I once heard someone say, “rich people are rich because they do what rich people do, and poorpeople are poor because they do what poor people do”. If you are poor and think you are stuck there, that it’s the hand life dealt you and there is nothing you can do about it… bullshit. Go read the story of Colonel Harland Sanders and Kentucky Fried Chicken, then come back and tell me there’s nothing you can do about your situation.

• We pay way too much attention to our own feelings. We let everything in our past affect our future. How many times do we hear, “I would be so and so, if only so and so hadn’t happened.” Will guess what? It’s not the incident itself that holds you back, it’s your feelings about it. You get angry because you lost your job, or sad because you’re divorced, or in a funk because it’s winter and you live way too far north, or your melancholy because your lover decided your stomach was too big, your ass was too skinny, and your hair was too thin, so they found somebody else. Get over it.

The other way feelings let us screw ourselves up is when they make us act a certain way around other folks because we’re concerned about how they will think of us. That’s stinkin’ thinkin’, and and because of it we never act like ourselves, we just act like we think others want us to.

You can do that if you want, but I think I’ll follow an old AA adage:

“It’s none of my business what you think of me.”

Or, put in a slightly more abrasive (or cantankerous) manner:

“I can count on one hand the number of people in this world who I give a rats ass what they think of me. Your name is not on any of my fingers. It’s not on my thumb either.”

So there you have it… Bob’s feelings on feelings. What do y’all think about feelings (or about my opinions)? Leave a comment below…express your feelings on feelings. It would be in your best interest for two reasons:

• Having a chance to express your feelings in an open forum like this, without having to hold back out of fear of offending someone, would be a cathartic moment, and good for you.

• Comments are how you pay Justin, Ralph, and me. This blogging thing doesn’t pay very well, and our “pay ” is the enjoyment and entertainment we get from maintaining the blog, and mostly from reading your comments. No comments equals no pay…and that would be a bad, bad thing.

When thinking about whether you should comment or not, consider that we know who you are. You would not believe what we know about you. Just logging on to Cantankerous Old Coots, without leaving your name, e-mail, or URL when you comment, you have given us your IP address, and that opens a multitude of options for dealing with non-commenters.

Your IP address give us your location as well as any GPS System ever could. Not only do we know where you are, we know what color your house is, how many bedroom you have, and whether your yard needs cutting.

Hell, we even know what color underwear you’re wearing while you are reading this post.

So comment.

Otherwise, Justin, Ralph, and I might have to pay you a visit and use a little coercion intimidation convincing on you to get you to comment next time.

What does our convincing look like? Well, let me just say I live in southern Appalachia, home to hillbillies, rednecks, and moonshine stills. When the revenuers come through blowin’ up stills, they leave a lot of dynamite layin’ around in the woods…jes’ sayin’…

Bob@HayleStorm Interactive

Bob comes to us with a skeptical attitude and a full cup of Cantankerousness. He also writes about homesteading and yurts over at JuicyMaters.com and rants about politics at Common-Sense-Conversation.com Most of the time, though, you'll find him at HayleStorm.net, cranking out great websites for clients OR writing tutorials teaching them to build their own sites.

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Oct 052011
 

“Getting out of bed in the morning is an act of false confidence. ”        Jules Feiffer

There is an odd mix here at COC. You’ve got Justin, the kettle bell virtuoso who’s still changing diapers, Bob, the reluctant Luddite turned podcast mogul and yours truly, the retirement lifestyle guru and philosopher who’s about ready to start changing diapers all over again. I can remember being a youngster like Justin. It wasn’t pretty with two kids, a hefty mortgage and an image of a sophisticated and comfortable lifestyle to project. It’s not a pleasant memory. Each day I struggled to appear confident and secure while inside I was scrambling to hold it all together. In those days, there were people, I wanted to impress. I wasn’t sure who they were or why it would matter but the very idea that somebody would be impressed kept me going as each day presented more problems and obstacles.

What kept me going was fear, pure and simple. I was the only person holding the world together. If I collapsed, what would become of my wife and sons? Much as I might want to hide under the covers each morning, I was unwilling to face the consequences of giving up. So each morning I got up and forged ahead. I was doing what I had to do;what society demanded of me; what my family needed. At least that is what I had been brainwashed to believe.

Looking back, I wonder how it might have been different. I picked a tony suburb so my kids would get the best education and go to college. I didn’t anticipate how the progressive education agenda in California would affect my sons. They pretty much decided that education was crap and refused to go to college. I can’t say I blame them but it just goes to show how messed up your thinking can get when you put yourself on automatic pilot.

But what about getting out of bed?

Well so much for the trip down memory lane. Here I am, retired with a comfortable lifestyle but wanting to do more. The kids are on their own, being responsible and showing more guts than their old man at the same age even without the crutch of a college degrees. Somehow, that part worked out but what about today? What keeps me going? With just my wife and me to worry about, how’s the getting out of bed going these days?

I’d say that it’s pretty much the same. What have I got to look forward to each day when each day I notice a bit more how my body is breaking down? Who knows how many years I have left and how many of those years will be ‘good’ ones. And, what the heck is a good year anyway? These days I mostly roll over and try to forget how much pain I’ve got and what I need to do today. It’s a big temptation to just roll over and go back to sleep.

Still what gets me up is the hope of another satisfying day with some accomplishment. I still want to discover ways to make the most of the few years I have left. This means that each day I must exercise my body to maintain as much strength and mobility as I can. And I work on business activities to build more income to support the lifestyle I want to have.

Dealing with life

Everything is futile in the long term but I keep at it anyway. It’s what I know. It’s what I’m good at (or at least what I believe I am good at).

Here lies Ralph. He kept getting up each day- until he didn’t.

Maybe it will be my epitaph? Still, I get up. And will continue to get up—until I can’t.

 

 

 

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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