June 2018


Almost July

I guess you know what that means.

It means it's too damn hot.

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Ends and Odds

Never mind "Do Not Call" — I want to know how I can get on the Jehovah's Witnesses' Do Not Knock registry. I've read and heard some pretty spectacular suggestions but I really don't think Mrs. McG would go along.

Some sheriff wannabe's have announced plans to run in the special election that will need to be held if/when Coweta County Sheriff Mike Yeager's appointment to U.S. Marshal is confirmed by the Senate. One of the candidates is a former Secret Service agent whose platform strikes me as too touchy-feely therapeutic for law enforcement leadership. Yeager didn't keep getting elected time after time, nor get on the President's nomination list, by trying to make criminals like him. Another would-be next sheriff is a police chief for a town a couple of counties away, but personally I'm hoping the undersheriff, who'll be Acting Sheriff until the special election winner is sworn in, decides to go for it. I don't see a powerful need for change in how that office is run and I doubt most Cowetans do either.

There's been a lot of bad news for Former President Obama's legacy since he left office. Obamacare is on the ropes, his immigration policies — imposed mostly by executive order — are being reversed, and the Iran deal is being dismantled, with the result that conservative pundits are saying he will become a mere historical footnote before it's all over. Well, before 2008 I was convinced the first black president would be a Republican. I still look forward to the first successful black president, who I am still sure will be a Republican.

It's been maybe 20 years since I first read that "pain management" was the most important aspect of health care that the medical profession was overlooking. That quickly became a fad, and now it's an unhealthy obsession, as the opioid crisis demonstrates. The fact is, these fads cause all manner of damage not just in medicine but in pretty much every human endeavor — education, politics, economics — and it needs to stop. Can't we subject would-be entrants to these fields to psychological screening and block those prone to chasing fads from being admitted? Sadly, the only way to get such a thing implemented would be to make a fad out of it...

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First it was the Supreme Court ruling that denied public-sector unions the power to charge "agency shop" fees as a condition of employment, effectively making all government employment right-to-work, even in states with closed-shop laws.

Then came the news that Justice Anthony Kennedy had announced his retirement, effective at the end of July.

When Mrs. McG told me about the latter, I told her that if President Trump nominates someone in the Gorsuch mold, conservatives will gain half a seat on the Court.

Can't complain.

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Why Do Environmentalists Hate Science?

The science deniers are at it again, this time at Yellowstone.

An effort to refine Yellowstone-area grizzly bear population estimates is disturbing conservationists who fear it could lead to increased hunting and other bear deaths.

Why could it lead to more bear deaths?

A federal scientist told Yellowstone area grizzly managers this spring he is developing a method to more accurately count grizzly bears and hopes to present his “integrated population model” to them next year. Members of the Yellowstone Grizzly Coordinating Committee could then consider whether to use it instead of the existing formula, called Chao 2, which some have argued underestimates bear numbers by up to 50 percent.

It could lead to more bear deaths because it could lead to more accurate population estimates, meaning the bear population may prove to be larger than the ecosystem can properly sustain.

Conservationists see potential liabilities in the agreed-to plan for states to manage grizzlies. That conservation strategy refers six times to “best available science.” The strategy also states that the Interagency Grizzly Bear Study Team, which reviews the bear’s status regularly, “may continue to investigate new methods for population estimation as appropriate.” But, the strategy adds, “the model-averaged Chao2 method will continue to be used for the foreseeable future.”

Continuing to use a consistent method of estimating population would ensure that managers are comparing apples to apples, Wenk told WyoFile in 2016. But changing methods could indicate there are 300 or 400 bears more than agreed-to objectives. That could put something like 400 bears at risk, Wenk has said, potentially altering the entire ecosystem.

By making it more sustainable. For some reason this bothers the greenies, who would rather the government continue using bad science, potentially putting other animal populations, as well as park visitors and ultimately the bears themselves, at greater risk.

Environmentalism is not about science, and never has been. It's increasingly clear it's not even about the environment, and never has been.

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Coyotes and Rabbits and Deer

Oh, my.

While there have been times when whitetails have appeared infrequently but in groups of two, three, or four, of late we have been visited fairly consistently by a single doe who, on one of her visits, glimpsed me through a window, stomped her hoof, and even made a bluff charge. At a window. After the second stomp, I raised the blinds so she could get a better look at me, and she decided maybe trying to threaten me wasn't going to work. She moved on then, but has been less belligerent on subsequent appearances.

Then there's the diminutive specimen of eastern cottontail that Mrs. McG has been keeping tabs on when it appears on our front lawn — the same as where Bambi (yes, I know, the fictional Bambi was a he; once upon a time Beverly was a boys' name) had her prissy fit at movement in a window. We believe the rabbit is so small because it's very young. A more grown-up cottontail used to hang out in the margin of the woods between the garage and the shed, but we hadn't seen that one for a couple of weeks before little Thumper appeared.

And a couple of days ago I espied a coyote-looking critter loping across the field out past the shed, clearly a varmint on a mission. It wasn't the first time I've seen what I could swear was this exact same coyote — with a more doglike snout rather than the usual pointy one — on the property in the last couple of years, including one time it actually ventured into the yard briefly before disappearing into the woods on the far side of the driveway. That part of the home acres is little-visited by us humans, so it's undoubtedly less stressful for wild animals to hang out. I don't mind seeing a coyote passing through (do coyotes eat armadilloes?), but Mrs. McG hopes it doesn't come after the bunny.

The squirrel sightings don't merit description, but the turtle I observed heading for one of our shrub islands was unusual. It might even have been the same one that visited our front lawn just a few months after we first moved in.

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You’re Standing on My Neck

MTV has announced they're rebooting "Daria," but they're going to call it "Daria & Jodie."

I remember the Jodie character. She was every bit as smart as Daria and Jane, and likable — but I don't remember her being very funny. Really the most memorable thing about her character was that she was what kids these days call "woke," though in a low-key way. She wouldn't have led an outrage mob to besiege some poor slob at home or try to get him fired, but she might have said something low-key sarcastic about him. Other than that, there didn't seem to be much sense of humor there. Jodie's sarcasm was never in the same league as Daria's or Jane's.

But you know why she's getting co-star billing in the planned reboot. Daria, being a Morgendorfer, is too — shall we say "privileged"? — to be acceptable as the sole star of a new TV show aimed at (well, looky there!) Generation Woke.

I'm willing to be surprised, but the last thing MTV did that surprised me was ... well, putting the original "Daria" on the schedule.

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And Now for Something Completely Inane

Wih apologies to Eric Clapton and music lovers everywhere.

It appears to my eye
My crop is gonna die
No rain

If he can fetch you a log
That is one big dog
Great Dane

Roll on by
Roll on by
Roll on by
Coal train

Your cookout guests have all gone
'Cause charcoal takes too long

Your self-esteem is reduced
Because your hair has vamoosed

Roll on by
Roll on by
Roll on by
Coal train

Roll on by
Roll on by
Roll on by
Coal train

Eating expired food
Is an idea that ain't good

This island Gulf state
Is not an emirate

Roll on by
Roll on by
Roll on by
Coal train

Roll on by
Roll on by
Roll on by
Coal train

I was right,
I was right,
I was right...

Update: If that tune's in your head
And makes you wanna be dead
I can feel
I can feel
I can feel...
Your pain.

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They Don’t Want You to Think for Yourself

And so they pretend you already can't. Gideon Resnick writes in The Daily Beast:

Trump’s apparent stranglehold on Republican voters has also led them to buy into the notion that the mainstream media is out to get him in their coverage of the administration.

No, Gid, you have that backwards. The media's inability to maintain even the semblance of objectivity about Trump, Republicans, or the American people outside of coastal enclaves — in evidence long before Trump decided to run for office — accounts for what you call "Trump’s apparent stranglehold on Republican voters."

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Space Opera Is One Thing

Reality is another.

President Trump has directed the Pentagon to establish the United States Space Force, which has space geeks everywhere imagining a space navy like on "Star Trek."

When I point out what history tells us about the formation of new military branches in the U.S., I'm given all kinds of arguments for why the Navy is a better choice on which to base the Space Force than the Air Force is, and why the Air Force should be stuffed back into the Army because it's incompetent and just plain icky.

None of which changes the fact that these things happen according to the Iron Laws of Bureaucratic Thermo(non)dynamics <edit date="June 22, 2018" type="belated super-genius"> Bureaudynamics </edit>. Merit is irrelevant. Rationality is irrelevant. Bailiwicks exist and Will. Be. Defended. The Air Force will not stand by and watch squids or ground-pounders take charge of above-the-ground operations.


If you doubt me, consider that the U.S. Air Force has never had a unit called "brigade." Yet, for 71 years, its lowest general rank has been the Brigadier General. This is because of bureaucratic inertia, the single most powerful force in every organizational chart having three or more levels.

A hundred years from now, the officer commanding an American starbase will be a Brigadier General.

Just you watch.

Afterthoughts and Addenda: If anything, the most likely space-opera template for a real-life space force is "Battlestar Galactica" which — despite being set aboard a huge spaceship that functioned like an aircraft carrier — was led by a former fighter pilot whose executive officer was a colonel. All officer ranks, at least, below that of Commander Adama were based on army/air force structures.

Despite having no apparent naval cultural influences, the ship functioned pretty well. They used it mainly as a mobile forward operating base (FOB) when they went on the attack, which is essentially the military role of a naval aircraft carrier ("projecting power" is essentially a political and strategic role, but ultimately a consequence of an aircraft carrier's immediate military value as a floating FOB). "Galactica" — at least in reboot — presented a picture of space combat that was a hell of a lot more realistic than anything on "Star Trek."

The application of the rank of Commander on "Battlestar Galactica" did manage to avoid the absurdity of "Brigadier General Adama," but it's way out of line with its naval counterpart, and we already have inter-service discontinuities regarding lieutenants and captains.

The Galactica reboot, at least, did incorporate the rank of Admiral for the senior-most Commander in the fleet, but it was really out of place in a service brimming with non-naval officer grades. The reboot also introduced two NCO characters who were "petty officers," but their roles didn't make their naval designations necessary; they could just as easily have been sergeants. I suspect they and the Admiral rank were injected by the reboot's writers because they — like the space geeks mentioned above — couldn't abide a spaceship that didn't have at least some naval trappings. But why, then, didn't they simply redesignate Adama's commissioned subordinates? It would have made more sense.

Then again, maybe the non-naval ranks of Galactica's line officers speaks, as I've been contending, to bureaucratic inertia — while enlisted ranks were easier to tamper with (as with the U.S. Air Force, which started out with privates and corporals like its Army predecessor), and political whims can sometimes, rarely, win trivial battles with the bureaucracy on such things as what to call the highest-ranking officer.

The analogy only extends so far; after all, by the time of either TV incarnation the Colonial military had no inter-service rivalries because there were no rival services. If anything, the competitive atmosphere among admirals and green and blue generals would make things even more intractable. Far from imposing a solution from the top that pleases none of the brass, Congress will end up adopting a compromise that pleases none of the brass.

But I'm betting that the blue generals will be least displeased.

Update: Mr. Know-It-All (me) risks getting on Rand Simberg's nerves with an epic threadjack — though admittedly not without an accomplice.

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A Difference Which Makes No Difference?

For some time now I've been relying on an auto-uploader to copy my web pages from my laptop to my website. Yesterday it started having problems and after several attempts on my part to troubleshoot, it quit working altogether. I may actually know why, but I've decided it doesn't matter and I'll just go back to using FTP with FileZilla.

One of the benefits I anticipated with the auto-uploader, that never actually materialized, was that I could edit pages with my tablet, save them to a cloud account that autosyncs with my laptop, and the auto-uploader would then copy the file to the website without my having to do anything more. However, neither the autosync nor the auto-uploader actually operate when the lid on the laptop is closed. So I still had to come log on to the laptop to make the system finish the process.

And although I could copy the files directly from the cloud account to the website on my tablet, the auto-uploader invariably had a hissy fit when I did that.

Without the auto-uploader on the laptop, now I can go ahead and do my uploads directly from the tablet — or even the phone, if I'm feeling masochistic enough — without bothering with the laptop. On those occasions when I'm away from the laptop, which does sometimes happen.

So, yeah, I can fix what broke the auto-uploader, but why bother?

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Good Game

...though the suspense at the end was a bit unnecessary.

Mrs. McG's post-baccalaureate alma mater, Mississippi State, is in the College World Series this year, and last night was their first game — "hosting" the University of Washington at TD Ameritrade Park in Omaha. Together we watched most of the game, which saw a lot of hits, a lot of strikeouts, and a lot of men on base — and a lot of double plays. One of them came when the Huskies had the bases loaded with one out, and their next batter hit what should have driven in the first run of the game. Outs two and three were rung up before the scoring runner could reach home plate.

Later on, Washington returned the favor against Mississippi State with a single inning-ending tag-out beating the runner home.

Mrs. McG finally had enough when, along about the sixth or seventh inning, the score was still tied at 0-0, but I stayed in front of the TV.

Washington tried to get a run in the top of the ninth, they really tried, but stranded baserunners had become the game's defining motif, and they were forced to play defense in the bottom of the ninth.

I guess I don't even really need to finish this story. Only one pair of cleats stepped on home plate all night, belonging to a Mississippi State player, driven in by a hit deep into the outfield, ending the game.

The Bulldogs face North Carolina in their next outing. Given the format of the tournament it's even possible they may meet Washington again in a later round. If so, I rather hope they don't try to replicate the suspense of last night's game.

Update, after Game 1 of the CWS finals: Mississippi State lost their third game, to Oregon State, and were eliminated. For some inexplicable reason we've lost interest in the College World Series now. Huh. Fancy that.

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Activist Research

Gee, I wonder what other kinds of fields are susceptible to this kind of propaganda operation?

Simons said the movement to ban hydraulic fracturing techniques in oil and gas development regularly produce these kinds of tentative studies, sometimes with sloppy methodologies, with the goal of producing scare stories in the media that then create exaggerated fears in the public toward unconventional oil and gas development.

She calls it the “anti-fracking playbook” and points to the coverage of research by Lisa McKenzie, University of Colorado Public Health professor.

McKenzie produced several studies on the supposed health impacts of fracking. In 2012, McKenzie was the lead author on a study that concluded air emissions from unconventional natural gas sites was impacting people’s health.

After the study made headlines, it was found to have exaggerated emissions from well development by at least 10 times because it failed to account for a major interstate highway less than a mile from where the air samples were taken.

That's just one example. The "Wyoming fracking study" in the linked article's headline is another:

Activists in the environmental movement are producing a wealth of research on hydraulic fracturing, which representatives of the industry are saying is part of a coordinated public relations campaign meant to demonize unconventional oil and gas development.

And Pavillion, Wyoming, has gotten a lot of attention in this regard.

“Pavillion has been very susceptible to these kinds of tactics,” said Rebecca Simons, spokesperson and field director for Energy In Depth-Mountain States, based in Denver.

The latest in this line of research is a recent study on groundwater near Pavillion, which grabbed a headline in Wyofile that read, “Study: Water near fracked Wyo gas field disrupts hormones.”


In [a Casper Star-Tribune article about the study], reporter Angus M. Thuermer quotes Mary Lynn Worl, chairperson of the Pinedale-based anti-fracking organization Citizens United for Responsible Energy Development.

Worl makes the absolute statement, “This study has major ramifications health-wise.” Several other quotes from Worl speak to health impacts the study allegedly proves.

Such a conclusion cannot be drawn from this research.

This is how the science gets "settled," and not just on evironmental issues like fracking or climate change.

©   McGehee

Don Rickles Called

...he wants his hockey puck back.

When someone insults you in a political thread, there's a good chance one of two things is true: either there's a huge hole in his argument, he knows it, and he's trying to distract you from it — or there just is no argument.

Sun-Tzu and Napoleon Bonaparte are both credited for the advice that whatever the enemy wants you to do, don't. Wherever he wants you to look, look elsewhere. If he's obviously trying to draw you in one direction, give due attention to the other. If he's trying to distract you from the gaping hole in his argument, only use the fact of the misdirection to find the hole and nuke it.

Otherwise, you're playing into his hands in front of an audience that may not be disposed in your favor; you're making yourself look foolish; and you're letting him establish his weak argument as rhetorical fact, which will make it harder to refute when he attempts to build on it later.

As for the cases where there is no argument, the only correct response is a counter-insult that is a thousand times funnier. And since Don Rickles died, almost nobody has the chops for that.

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The Tally Book Terms of Service

I rule here by whim. I have no intention of being anything but who and what I am — nor any talent for it.

I write what I want, when I want, for whatever reason I want. Want an example? You're reading it.

This site does not collect information about you; I don't even have a traffic meter. If the domain host has one, I haven't found a way (or a reason) to consult it. Visitors to this site are therefore not "users" in the way they would be on Twitter or any other, more interactive website. The implicit agreement entered into when you visit here is that you may read what I've written and, if you find you must respond directly, you may use the contact form link, or find a post with a comment link — either of which take you to WordPress.com which, as a more interactive site, has a more extensive TOS and will collect information about you that I may know how to access but am unlikely to bother with. Unless you really tick me off. Hint: don't.

There is a notice at the bottom of each content page asserting that my copyright claims apply to original content and design, while conceding that some content not original to this site does get used here; I adhere as best I can to "fair use" principles so as not to infringe their copyright. Low traffic and nonexistent profit also help, but that isn't a guarantee. You as the reader are expected to respect all of these diverse copyright claims in sharing on other platforms what you may find here. I may never find out any violations you may commit, but those profit-making, lawyer-hiring entities whose ownership of excerpted content I have acknowledged on every content page of this site? They'll know.

In the end, this site is not a public accommodation, but private property — just as a front yard posted with political signs is private property. You can look at it as you pass by, you can stop and stand on the sidewalk and read in more detail, but I am under no obligation to let you do more than that.

There is one way, though, in which the front yard bristling with signs is an inapt analogy: you didn't get here by accident, and if you come here again that won't be an accident. So if you don't like what you see while you're here, all you have to do to avoid continuing to see it, is go away and don't come back.

I promise I won't be offended. Return the favor, and go in peace.


I'm of the opinion the English language has no "gender" rules as applied in other European languages. Spanish and French tend to apply gender to inanimate objects which, linguistically, English does not (the practice of calling a ship "her" doesn't qualify). English has pronouns that may apply to persons or animals corresponding to their sex, but nothing else in the language differs between "he," "she," and "it." This being the case, the linguistically correct pronoun for a hypothetical person whose sex could be either male or female, probably ought to be "it."

But that's not how usage evolved. Instead, for centuries, the pronoun used for hypothetical persons has been "he." "It" is utterly inapplicable to a person, and "she" is reserved to those known to be female. Henceforward, that is the pronoun I will use in those instances, with the possible exception of intentional irony.


Never preface an opinion with "I feel..." if you want to be taken seriously. Feelings are a product of glandular secretions. They are not opinions.

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The Derp State

I have becoming increasingly convinced that the "collusion" probe, and the kid-gloves handling of 2016's Hillary emails investigation, bear striking parallels to a Wisconsin "John Doe" investigation that targeted supporters of that state's Gov. Scott Walker until it was shut down by the state supreme court — and which, even after being shut down, continued efforts to target those supporters through extralegal channels (such as by dumping their private documents to the public).

This is what they meant when they said "by any means necessary." They certainly didn't mean that they ever expected these rules to be used against them.

They've earned it, but that doesn't mean I like it. A society of people openly and mutually armed against one another is supposed to be a polite society. What happened here is that one bunch assumed they were the only ones who would ever be armed, and the result is going to be (only figuratively, I hope) bloody.

This is why the Founders didn't want power concentrated in just a few hands.

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Flag Day

Yeah, she's got a little wear on her, but we're mighty damn proud of that ragged old flag.

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Thoughts My Brain Made

The entire progressive project is an exercise in forcing the horse you've just led to non-potable water, to drink it.

Unrelated: I've just had to fire DuckDuckGo as my site-search option. I kept getting back "No results" while searching for text strings I knew damn well were somewhere on the site. If anything chases me back to WordPress, this could be it.

But it won't.

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This Is My Shocked Face

My world's been rocked face
Too shocked to mock face...

Mrs. McG and I stopped in a local grocery store on our way home from dining out, and I saw a display of bottles of gin and whiskey.

Coweta County is, or so I had thought, a dry county when it comes to package liquor sales. You can buy cocktails in a dining establishment, but not the high-octane ingredients in a store — and certainly not in a supermarket. One city in the county allows package stores, but the three stores in that city are the only legal package stores in the entire county, and it's a long drive from these home acres of ours. This is why I make a much shorter drive into neighboring southern Fulton County to buy my cheap Scotch.

And yet here, miles away from that one city, I was looking at small and large bottles of whiskey and gin. I was mystified. And tempted. I may prefer Scotch to bourbon, but I can deal with it. I'm not running low on Scotch, though, so I settled for looking. And that's when I saw this on one of the shelf tags:

42 Proof

Oh, ho. Apparently 21% alcohol by volume falls below the threshold at which a distilled spirit is prohibited from sale except in designated package stores.

I suppose buying your booze pre-watered may be worth saving a trip across the county line, if you're sufficiently desperate for a snort. Me, I don't do desperate.

But I do think it would be a shame were the county or the state to revise the applicable laws to close this loophole. I grew up in a state where you could buy a bottle of Jim Beam — or of Bacardi 151, for that matter — at Safeway, in between the six-packs of Coke and the bags of Lay's potato chips, so I'm inclined to support widening the options rather than narrowing them.

Update: Naturally, Charles looked it up:

The Georgia Department of Revenue explains, sort of:

Distilled Spirit is any alcoholic beverage obtained by distillation or containing more than 21% alcohol by volume, including but not limited to all fortified wines.

So this is the moral equivalent of 3.2 beer, which, according to Oklahoma statutes, is “non-intoxicating.”

And now we know.

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Looks Like There’ll Be a New Sheriff in Town

On "Justified," people called Raylan Givens "Marshal," but he and his colleagues working out of Lexington, Kentucky were deputies. The office of United States Marshal is a presidential appointment, and the actual work with badge, cuffs, and gun is done by the sworn deputies working under him.

President Trump has announced plans to nominate a new Marshal for the Northern District of Georgia, based in Atlanta — a man who was first elected Sheriff here in Coweta County before Mrs. McG and I even moved to Alaska, let alone Georgia.

President Donald Trump plans to nominate Coweta Sheriff Mike Yeager to become U.S. Marshal for the Northern District of Georgia.

Yeager's intended nomination was one of 15 announced Thursday by the White House.

The U.S. Marshal’s Service is the law enforcement arm of the federal court system and the federal government’s primary agency for fugitive investigations.

Yeager has served as Coweta’s sheriff since 1993. He started his law enforcement career in 1980 as a patrolman with the Newnan Police Department and later served as a surveillance officer with the Georgia Department of Corrections in the Intensive Probation Supervision Program.

“Georgia is home to some of the most impressive law enforcement officers in the nation,” said Sen. David Perdue in a statement. “I applaud President Trump on nominating Sheriff Michael Yeager. He will serve our nation well and make Georgia proud."

Yeager's tenure here would bewilder those who stereotype all Southern sheriffs as corrupt, bigoted rednecks eager to fleece out-of-staters with speed traps and trumped-up charges. I mean, he's not Andy Taylor either, but Newnan isn't Mayberry.

Yeager's current term expires after the 2020 general election; if his nomination for Marshal is confirmed by the Senate, the sheriff's chief deputy will run the Sheriff's Office until a special election can be held to choose a new sheriff. If the Senate works quickly, the voting could conceivably begin later this year (remember, it takes a full majority of votes cast to win any election here in Georgia).

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Thoughts My Brain Made

Drama results when one person's happiness is possible only under circumstances which make another's impossible. The details only flesh out the story.

I don't know whether anyone can simply choose to be happy, but it does seem to me they can at least choose not to be unhappy. Or is that too much to ask?

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Well, This One Sure Doesn’t

The slogan of a popular yard-care machine brand — of which I own no examples — claims nothing runs like it.

I've had occasion this season to wish I'd opted for one of theirs when we were last in the market for a new mower. This non-Deere tractor has been sputtering and dying in mid-mow, and I haven't been able to make it stop. On days when it at least gives warning before it craps out, I've been able to at least finish the day's work, but some days the engine just goes from purring like a kitten to... not making any noise at all. Fortunately this last time I fired it up I was getting warnings and could usually do something to keep it sputtering but alive long enough to get back to purring.

I even tried something counterintuitive this last time: whereas I've been taking it slow in hopes that it would lighten the load and keep the engine running, instead I sped up, hoping to get more mowing done before the next coughing spell. I found that on at least a few occasions the tractor's forward momentum helped get the engine through the spell and back into normal operation.

Everything has persuaded me that the issue is bad gas in the line — not enough to seize the engine up altogether, but enough to cause problems. I now think that the gas I've been using in this tractor — the same that ran in both of our previous riding mowers without trouble — may be at least part of it. So, next time I take the gas can over to be refilled, instead of the usual, "up to 10% ethanol" gas I put in my E85-capable car, I'll spring for ethanol-free. And we'll just see if that makes a difference long enough to make it to the end of the season, whereupon if it's still giving me trouble I can take it to the service place that's been fixing our mowers for the last few years.

To those of you who read the first sentence of the second paragraph and asked, "Why didn't you?", I'm afraid the Big Brand tractors I considered all had far worse reviews than this second-tier brand tractor we did buy. So who knows? I might have had even worse complaints.

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I Am, Anyway

"You're still here?"

No, don't go home, stick around. There'll be content.

One of these days.

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She Only Wants to Be the Heroin of Her Story

Charles weighs in on the sad saga of Crystal Methvin:

A Florida woman with an unusual name was recently arrested for possession of drugs.

Coincidentally, Crystal Methvin was arrested by the St. Augustine Police Department for possession of crystal meth.

This calls for a “Thanks, mom”:

Methvin has faced drug charges more than a dozen times before, dating back to 1998.

She should have gone to court for a name change. "Mary Jane" would have been a lot cheaper — and in some states, legal.

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Get Waterfox


June 2018


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