About what? Well the damned Casey Anthony Almost Trial that wrapped up yesterday. The public thinks she's guilty of course, the prosecutors are sure of it, the jurors thought not and sent her home to "Party ON" as best she can. Oh, the lies you say...so what? Time served will handle those quite nicely. The Tape, the body location, the smell from the trunk, her stupid explanation of where her little girl was that month, the Nanny took her...sure, all of that and a hundred bits more but the prosecutors blew it...Time of Death? Manner of Death? Tape...? I dunno, guess it wasn't enough. Did she drown? Chloroform? In the car? On the body?! (after 6 months lying in a ditch?) Aw it stinks. A BAD DAY for the justice system and a bad day for all of us that thought she was Guilty As Charged. We were wrong...or wronged.
Then there's Obama's War...you say "Which one?" I dunno...try one of these, Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya and how many more unnamed places are being "warred" by our fine government, police-to-the-world military? He promised to shut them down, to get our troops out etc. etc. ad nauseum. Not yet. Libya? A new place to play in the sand. I'm not happy. Obama's not left enough for me. And the gutless American public won't go into the streets to force him to take notice. Oh well.
The dolts of the Republikan Parti...who to choose, Trump, Bachmann, Palin (cough) and 1/2 a hundred more wanabees? What a joke they have become that Party of No. No Sense, No Glory, No Hope, No Reliable Candidate, No Votes.
And they OWN the House now. Good God! There's always the Tea Parti! I joke of course. I'll vote for Obama just to watch them die.
Exxon Valdez in Yellowstone River system. Just a few pints, only a few paltry fish, no big deal. Just a fine (maybe) and little slap on the hand of the Corporate Giant that can't get it Right anywhere and anytime.
The Maid's Big Mouth. IMF guy can't even get a square piece of ass these days without some blabbermouth letting on about it...the Maid of course.
Wow, the French aren't happy with our treatment of him and now they have their own case...can't keep it zipped up I guess. Shouldn't have told her his name, the fool...should have said "John".
Enough for today's examination of stupidity on these fronts, I'm sure there's more to come.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Saturday, First stage of Le Tour De France 2011
Here, results of the first day of the 2011 Tour De France. Contador did not win the first stage. He's my rider this year, the one I hope for, a real follow-on to Lance and very capable of winning the whole thing. I watched today on France 3 TV, the start and the last 40+ kilometers hoping to see Mr. Contador blow them all way but it was not to be. That is the way of the Tour.
I started to repair the ice damage to my kitchen water supply today. The broken "bit" (a British word for any particular part of anything else) was at the joint coming into the faucet hardware itself. The joint had failed under the icy pressure and that was that. Not a leak...a flood! So be it. So drain down the lines and used a length of foam sponge, very flat, to stick into the various orifices to get the water out so soldering could take place. Nice idea and I actually allowed a whole 24 hours of draining and sponging to do the deed...but my reward was a blow up of the cold water line joint buried behind the tile of the kitchen sink table. Shit! So I had already decide that if this be the case I'd redo the water lines to just behind the sink and thus accessible if they leaked or broke. So I proceeded to redo the COLD water line as there was little point in establishing the hot water one as the damned electrical problem has eliminated that as a possibility in my kitchen, I will have cold water and no hot. So be it. So I did my usual prep work, gathered tools and cut copper pipe and put it all together in hopes of no-leaks and running COLD water by cooking time. After the soldering I turned on the water and shortly thereafter a very fine jet of nearly vaporous water appeared coming out of the joint at the corner of the kitchen sink. Tomorrow I will drain down the lines and reheat and solder the joint hoping that I'm successful this time. What a bitch this is!
I started to repair the ice damage to my kitchen water supply today. The broken "bit" (a British word for any particular part of anything else) was at the joint coming into the faucet hardware itself. The joint had failed under the icy pressure and that was that. Not a leak...a flood! So be it. So drain down the lines and used a length of foam sponge, very flat, to stick into the various orifices to get the water out so soldering could take place. Nice idea and I actually allowed a whole 24 hours of draining and sponging to do the deed...but my reward was a blow up of the cold water line joint buried behind the tile of the kitchen sink table. Shit! So I had already decide that if this be the case I'd redo the water lines to just behind the sink and thus accessible if they leaked or broke. So I proceeded to redo the COLD water line as there was little point in establishing the hot water one as the damned electrical problem has eliminated that as a possibility in my kitchen, I will have cold water and no hot. So be it. So I did my usual prep work, gathered tools and cut copper pipe and put it all together in hopes of no-leaks and running COLD water by cooking time. After the soldering I turned on the water and shortly thereafter a very fine jet of nearly vaporous water appeared coming out of the joint at the corner of the kitchen sink. Tomorrow I will drain down the lines and reheat and solder the joint hoping that I'm successful this time. What a bitch this is!
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