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We Are, As We Say In Texas...

...Up the polluted tributary without a visible means of propulsion. The "official" unemployment rate for the month of November was 10.2%. That's pretty bad, but we're not being given the entire picture. You see, when the Bureau of Labor Statistics throws out that number as the official unemployment rate, most people just take it at face value. The problem is that the "official" rate is not the total rate of unemployment. Why? Because the BLS is using only one of the tables on the unemployment chart, namely what is referred to as the "U3" table, which only applies to the number of unemployed workers who filed for unemployment benefits. For obvious reasons, namely the risk it would put to Obama, Reid, Pelosi, Inc.'s Universal Healthcare and Cap & Trade schemes, both of which are going to cost the American taxpayer, well, I don't like to use profanity on my blog but there's really not a more accurate way of saying this....
they're going to use the numbers which make them look not quite so excrement-covered. If you take a look at the last table on the chart, U6, you'll find that, taking all of the unemployed into account, our current rate of unemployment is a staggering 17.2%. Yes, you read that correctly. 17.2. Translated into meatspace numbers, that means that 1 out of every 6 Americans is currently unemployed. 1 out of 6. This number takes into account not only the flat-out unemployed, but also the technically unemployed i.e, those who would kill for a full time job, but could only find part time work. And let's be honest here. If you would like to work full time, but can only find part time employment and thus, are unable to make ends meet, guess what, Sparky - you are unemployed. In Nov. 2008, total unemployment was at 12.2%. Now it's at 17.2%. Just remember those two numbers the next time Mr. Obama tells you that the economy is showing signs of recovery.
Let's crunch some numbers on this whole "climate change" business, shall we?
Do any of these horribly naive children have any idea what kind of economic hit the industrialized world would have to take to reduce our CO2 output by 25%? 86% of our energy comes from fossil fuels!
The only way to do that would be to build at least 100, 1 gigwatt nuclear plants in less than 10 years. Each plant would cost 4 billion dollars and, oh yes, we've lost the industrial capacity to actually build those plants. Neither do we have the industrial capacity to crank out that much wind and solar even if we could get them to actually work reliably.
Do any of these children understand how many people in the developing world will die if we throttle back the world economy that much? All the life saving gains in the standard of living we have accomplished in the last 20 years in the 3rd world have been accompanied by increased energy consumption.
We all should hope catastrophic anthropogenic global warming is occurring because otherwise we are going to kill hundreds of millions of people for no good reason.
But of course, they realize exactly the sort of economic hit this would mean. This agenda has been pushed by neo-Malthusians, misanthropes, and Luddites. If they could legislate human extinction, they would. But this is pretty close, so they'll settle for it. These are the same folks, after all, who would rather millions of poor kids die horrible deaths from malaria than maybe sacrifice some birds by using DDT. Their solution is to pass out mosquito netting.
If they don't fall into the self-loathing human category, then they fall into the communist (or, umm, "Progressive") camp, and they want to redistribute all the wealth from the greedy industrialized nations to the altruistic poor nations. Of course, naive souls that they are, they don't realize that you could redistribute all the wealth in the world and give everyone an equal amount of money and within a year the same folks who had the money before will get it back, and the poor folks will be poor again. I mean we've been throwing billions at developing nations for decades and very few of them ever develop. And the ones that have just so happened to have civilizations that stretch back thousands of years. Go figure.
So pick your poison: naive social engineering or malevolent genocide. Either way every last person involved in this process is a lunatic.
Now excuse me while I go exhale and fart as much as I please before they slap on a tax on my personal emissions.

Writer's Block: Message in a bottle

What three items would you place in a time capsule to help future generations understand you?

In said time capsule I would place three books: The Machinery of Freedom: Guide to a Radical Capitalism by David Friedman, The Age of Reason by Thomas Paine, and Our Enemy, the State by Albert J. Nock.

If you wish to understand who I am, read those three books. They will tell you all you need to know.

2nd Amendment 'Teachable Moment' # 1

This is one of the reasons why we have a 2nd Amendment.

I believe this is what Obama would call a "teachable moment". There are two lessons to be gleaned from this unfortunate occurrence.

The first, of course, is that this man was not killed by Mrs. Jackson. He committed suicide by proxy. She clearly did not want to kill this man, and in fact both called the police (more on them in the second lesson) and warned him not to enter her property. Reason, however does not work against those bent on force. As Benjamin Franklin so aptly stated, "Force shites upon Reason's back". Force, in this case, had to be, and was, answered with greater force. No one held a gun to Billy Dean Riley's head and forced him to break in. He did this of his own free will. I feel not for him, but for Donna Jackson, who was clearly anguished over the necessity of defending her life and home by taking Riley's life.

The second lesson involves the police. From the time Mrs. Jackson placed her 911 call, it took the police 24 minutes to arrive at her home. That's 16 minutes after she shot Riley. As the saying goes, "When seconds count, the police are minutes away". No, I'm not bashing the police, they got there as quickly as they could. But the common misconception of most Americans is that the police are there to protect them. Not so.

By necessity, the police have two primary functions (Well, three, really, but I'll save the third for another post). The first is to record crime. The second is to investigate crimes that have already occurred. It is impossible for the police to be everywhere at all times. If this were not true, then there would be no crime at all. Enter the 2nd Amendment. The 2nd (and many in law enforcement agree) provides a first line of defence against those times when the police simply cannot be there. The police who showed up after the crime are known as "First Responders". Mrs. Jackson was an "Instant Responder".

Snus Review #1: Oden's Extra Stark(tm)

In a word, inconsistent. You would think that with 17 mg of nicotine (the strongest brand on the market) that I'd enjoy this snus. Not so.

Unlike Swedish Match's line of snus products, which is held to the manufacturing standards of GothiaTek(tm), and therefore regulated even more strictly than other brands, Oden's manufacturing process is regulated by the Swedish Food Act only. While the Swedish Food Act does much to ensure quality and consistency, it's no GothiaTek. This explains much.

Oden's comes in a tin of 22 6 gram packets. Most snus brands only give you 20 packets per tin, so a little bonus is nice. For me, one packet lasts about an hour or so.

It wasn't the strength that got to me, I like a good extra sterk. It was the moisture, or rather the lack thereof. Some packets were perfectly moist, others in the same batch were practically dry as a bone. Still others were practically sopping with "snus juice". Not knowing what you're going to get in the same tin is frustrating, to say the least.

The taste is quite good and goes well with a good Ceylon, and the salt content is excellent. I just can't get over the moisture inconsistency.

For my money, Thunder Extra Strong(tm) is a better bet.


The next person that suggests...

...that I don't have a "real" job, is going to get their bloody comeuppance.

Let me tell you how my work week goes, and you can judge whether or not I have a "real" job.

From 9 to 6, Monday through Saturday, I am doing one of 4 things. I am either listing books for sale on Amazon, shelving listed books, purchasing books for resale, or packing and shipping books. That's it. There is nothing else within those hours. I eat, sleep, and breathe book sales. I fret over profit and loss. I have no employees, save my own two hands and my mind. I have no boss, save my own determination. Determination has no whip, save my own defiance of those who would imply that because I do not work in the sun like a dog, that I do not work like a dog, and am therefore not a man. I've been at this since July 2007.

The end of 2009 will be the first year that I will realize a profit. Not a large profit, mind you, but a profit nonetheless.

All these things I have done. I. The most sacred word to ever be uttered. No one else, and certainly not the naysayers who are ignorant of anything but what they read in their bibles and who therefore consider anything outside of their self-limited scope to be "worldly" and therefore evil. Certainly not the cowards who insist on pulling statistics from their collective rectum which state that "98% of all small businesses fail in the first year".

Bah. Let them clutch their bible and damn me, for I have no need to damn them in return. Their willful ignorance is the vehicle through which they damn themselves. Let them try to frighten me with statistics. Their own fear of failure damns them to mediocrity.

And I spit my disdain upon them all.

My name is Jonathan Michael Wyant, and I say with pride that I am a bookseller. I am a small business owner. I am a businessman.

There is no greater profession than that of a man who works by his own hand, for his own profit.

To Hell with anyone who believes otherwise.

I am. I will.

Well, I'm back.

I'm not sure what to write. I just know that I have to. So once more into the fray I go. Locked, cocked, and ready to rock.
God help you all...

Well this is interesting...

Believe it or not, this...


and this...

are concrete countertops. Yep, concrete. When I think of concrete, I generally think sidewalks. I also think grey, drab, and depressing.

But apparently, concrete makes a great countertop surface.

Found this here

Mutineer - Warren Zevon


Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hoist the mainsail - here I come
Ain't no room on board for the insincere
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I'm your mutineer......

Yaaay, Another Steampunk Quiz!

Your result for The Steampunk Archetype Test...

The Roguish Pirate

55 Swashbuckling Engineer, 8 Crazy Clockwork Tinkerer, 13 Charming Noble, 67 Roguish Pirate, 31 Mechanical Fian and 17 Aetherist Bodger!

There is treasure on those airships flying back from the Imperial colonies and you can be found wherever there is treasure. Sometimes you don’t know what you prefer, having the loot or getting the loot. You have your own crew of engineers, bodgers, tinkerers and fians to keep your airship fast and powerful. Those lumbering cargo ships can’t withstand your assault after you fire off the grappling hooks. Oh there is always a fight, but that is part of the fun.

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