Eye On The Prize
Another Damn Tranzie
An absolutely tragic mass shooting unfolded at a Catholic school in Minneapolis, leaving an 8-year-old and a 10-year-old dead in the pews and injuring 17 others. Minneapolis Police Chief Brian O’Hara told reporters that the shooter took his own life in the rear of Annunciation Catholic Church.
“Minneapolis Catholic church shooter Robin Westman was a transgender who “identified as a woman” and legally changed his name from “Robert” in 2020.”
Damn your rotten soul to hell.
And the Damnedocrats that try to use this for a political statement.
I hesitated about posting this as it’s a topic I wish to avoid. But killing kids in church? Die you SOB!
I also originally wanted to block comments … but then I figured if I was going to post on a “forbidden” topic. I should let others respond. But I despise tranzies and all that they stand for. They are severely sick people and should never be allowed to obtain positions of authority … and perhaps should be treated like rabid dogs.
The Star Theatre – Gunnison, Utah
Gunnison, Utah is roughly in the middle of the state, north of Salina on US89. The town has a population of about 3500.
Built as the Casino Theatre in 1912, the name was changed to the Star sometime around 1930. It is the oldest theatre in Utah – also known for its tunnel used to move alcohol during the Prohibition era.
Apparently, it has undergone renovation since I took this photo. Judging from the show on the marquee, I must have passed through Gunnison in 2005.
taken away by a Storm…
A post from Jean; originally published 8/23 on “Pondering” (see Jean’s site)
Y’all do check out her web site as well as NAD, don’t you?
There is only one first time.
Mine was in college when I was 21.
It began at a frat party. No doubt drinking was involved.
Back then I was an even cheaper drunk than I am now.
One bottle of Stroh’s got me a nice buzz. Second bottle
got me drunk-ish. If there was a third bottle, I needed help
getting back to my dorm room to find the bathroom.
‘Cuz I was gonna puke.
aaanyway…lots of the details are missing from memory but
here is the gist:
Somehow, he and I ended up at his apartment off-campus.
Foreplay? What’s that?
I don’t remember clothes coming off but they did, somehow.
I honestly had no idea what was going to happen.
It happened quickly. It was disappointing because the only thing
I felt was a sharp pain. Cherry popped.
When he was done he said, “You are taking the pill, right?”
When I stuttered, “uh, no.” His eyes got very large and he said,
“I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
I had trouble keeping up because he was walking so fast.
I never saw him again.
The next “encounter” I had was much nicer. That man knew what
he was doing and helped me learn the right way. Believe it or not,
the nice man and I are still friends 50+ years later.
To Storm Murray, if you’re still out there, I hope you got better with practice.
I know I did.
Illegals CDL
“Florida law enforcement will adhere to President Trump’s executive order to remove non-English proficient criminal illegal aliens driving commercial trucks from the roads.“
That’s nice. Want to actually “solve” the problem?
Arrest those that did the hiring.
Tunesday – Jeff Beck Group “Girl From Mill Valley/Rice Pudding”
A sample of some obscure – and some maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.
Today’s selection: Jeff Beck – “Girl From Mill Valley/Rice Pudding” 1969
A “Two for Tuesday” – from the Jeff Beck Group album “Beck-Ola“. One of my favorite albums …
“Girl From Mill Valley” is a Nicky Hopkins tune and performance; “Rice Pudding” is a group effort (with pre-Rolling Stones Ron Wood on bass). Although Rod Stewart performed the vocals on this album, both cuts are instrumentals of different styles.
That Time Of Year
Yes. Why Yes I Can …
The Change Room
Miners – bless their hearts – have been known to weigh themselves down with rock while at work. For some reason or another, the owners of the mines frowned upon this practice. One way to prevent such activities was to make the men strip down and change clothes before entering and exiting the mine. While the practice continues today – even in coal mines – modern facilities often include showers and lockers.
Not so much then:
Some of the more remote places where good ore was found are difficult for the casual traveller to get to (or even know about) so souvenir collecting has been less intensive. This is the changing room of a silver mine barely in California just over the state line from Nevada. It’s actually not far from well-known mines but requires some degree of effort to hike to (and find – lost behind brush and up a narrow canyon). I stumbled across it by accident long ago (and haven’t been back since). There are no obvious roads to it and at the time I was there, the path – such as it was – looked like an animal trail; not a trail one would normally follow. I suppose at one time it was a burro path for hauling sacks of ore out to better opportunities for reasonable transportation. A very dry climate helped preserve some of the construction over the 100 years or so.
The entrance to the diggings is just through the door. Square head nails (aka “cut nails”) helped date the workings; they were the primary nail used until about the 1890s when round wire nails became common. A bit of research suggests this mine was probably active for a few years in the late 1870s to early 1880s with fewer than a dozen men working it. The ore was good enough to construct this room and interior bracing but not enough to allow more extensive development and roads. I explored the interior a bit but the timbering was questionable and I decided I wasn’t all that interested in exploring the ore face.
It’s A Dry Heat
Much preferable to a suffocating lung-drowning sauna; I prefer to take my showers intentionally.