Well, as I said before, I got a new mobile phone for Christmas, and it's nice; works great, good sound, good cameras, etc.

I also got a new stereo for my car, which is low-budget for these days but still has more features than I usually care for (CD, USB, Bluetooth, and an auxiliary socket - wow, 4 additional inputs than the radio AND a way to talk on the phone hands-free). I tried wiring it myself, but misunderstood the instructions and had to take it to Soundwave Car Audio & Security to get it properly installed at a great price and very quickly done (1 hour). Once I did that, everything there worked like a charm.

However, there was absolutely no way that I could get a bunch of hot new electronic equipment without an attack from...

THE GREMLINS!

Yep, so there I was watching and reading stuff on the Internet, when BNNNNNNK my old Windows 10 desktop computer decides to die. I try CPR and all other resuscitation techniques, to no avail. I left it sitting there, downfallen. After a day or so, I remembered that I had a Linux (Linux Mint, the closest distro to Windows that I know) computer in the back bedroom, mostly unused but functional. I swapped the two computers out, thinking I could at least get on the Internet and mess around there.

BNNNK. Nope. The gremlins had jumped on it as well. I cursed and ranted and went to watch some TV with the Crazy Duck & Morkie Lady.

She wanted me to buy a replacement, so I went to Tigerdirect and ordered a cheap, yet decent, refurbished Windows 10 machine that was less than $300, even though it had an Intel i5, 8 GB of DDR3 RAM, and a 2 TB hard drive.

The next day, I figured I could get the Linux box to run and possibly save us the almost $300 that the gremlins tried to rob from us. I opened up the Linux computer box (since the freakin' CPU fan bracket broke on my Windows 10 machine) and I started trying to properly diagnose the problem. I found some sort of strange problem with one of the RAM sticks. I salvaged the good RAM (Crucial brand, the best I've used) from the Windows 10 machine and put them into motherboard slots that I knew were working on the Linux motherboard. BAM! IT WORKED!

I tweaked it for a day or so, and now I have an interface that not only functions like Windows 10, but it looks practically identical to it.

However, no matter how much I tried, I could not get my wife to stop paying the ransom to the evil machine spirits. I hope they take their money and leave the rest of my stuff the hell alone, the little malicious bastards.

DIE GREMLINS DIE!

Angry Old Fat Man here. It's been a really big political week, so that essentially is what I'll talk about.

The thing that shocked me the most because of its lack of necessity and display of naked power against the very citizenry it's supposed to protect is the arrest of Roger Stone. Below is a video of it, occurring just before 6:00 AM on January 25, 2019:

I don't care about the man's politics as much as I care about how he was treated for the crimes for which he's accused, which was perjury and witness tampering.

The indictment can be found at this link.

Now, one of the so-called crimes that Roger Stone is accused of is getting information from Wikileaks that supposedly came from Russian hackers of a DNC e-mail server and giving this information to Donald Trump, who used it to ruin the 2016 campaign of Hillary Clinton and cost her the election that she was practically sure to win otherwise.

Let's say, just for the sake of argument, that this is all true. It's not anywhere near true, by the way, but to explore a particular mystery that I'm about to mention, let's say it is.

Here is

THE QUESTION THAT IS NEVER ASKED BY ANY MEDIA OUTLET:

WHAT EXACTLY WAS THE INFORMATION THAT COST HILLARY THE ELECTION?

We should get the answer to this question; it should in no way be secret because if the information was that damaging to the election, Donald Trump should be immediately impeached and possibly imprisoned, and we should at least get a do-over election.

So what was the information that the voters got ahold of to elect Trump instead of Hillary? Or, worse yet, information or hacks that caused the Electoral College to place Trump at the head of our country's Executive Branch instead of the practically crowned Hillary?

Well, I have news. I have FOUND THE INFORMATION FROM THE RUSSIANS!

The Russians discovered the following information and gave it to the voters, who in turn got the Electoral College to put Trump in place. From 2016:

Dear Dimitri,

• People are tired of the total of 20 years of the Clinton/Bush dynasties. Hence, bye Jeb Bush and bye Hillary.
• Women won't vote for Hillary because, even though she is a woman herself and talks a great game on female empowerment, she failed to dump the FBI-proven cheater Bill in 1998, which practically every other woman would have done.
• The only reason why she kept Bill around was to inject political clout and charisma where she had none.
• Hillary's biggest ambition was not her marriage or the nurturing of her family; it is to be President of the United States, which is why she kept Bill and got elected as New York's U.S. Senator AND took Obama's Secretary of State cabinet position.
• During her Secretary of State years, she was very friendly with us Russians, so much so that she made deals with our oligarchs concerning uranium, where we now control approximately 20% of the world's supply.
• Hillary may have been in decent health in 2008 when she first ran for POTUS, but now suffers from at least one significant physical ailment. It is so bad that even the imbecile American voters have seen the woman have problems doing everyday things without assistance.

Your sincere comrade,
Ivan

There you go. The Russian hackers working for Putin destroyed Hillary, and we now have no mystery of how it was done.

Fat Husband Dude here.

As you have all heard by now, New York has signed a new abortion law into effect and Virginia is in the process of signing one, once they get through with all of the political idiocy they're involved in.

In essence, according to the politicians themselves who approved of these laws, the "new abortion" includes infanticide.

If we compare these new laws with the traditional "pro-choice" arguments, they fall flat on their faces. This is not religion we're talking about here folks, this is the slippery slope that happens when consistency and logic are thrown out of the window.

Two of the main arguments given for abortion are as follows, along with criticism showing the laws and their support to be utterly hypocritical:

1. The pushback against these laws are basically an attempt to destroy Roe v. Wade.
Most people never completely understand the issues about which they get outraged. All they know is what they're told by their masters, according to whatever narrative is beneficial to this ruling class.
So they pretty much think that Roe v. Wade, a U.S. Supreme Court decision, is proper law (which it isn't; Congress must create the law first, which has never happened for abortion). They also think that no abortion whatsoever can be restricted. Wrong.

From a summary of the Roe v. Wade case:
During the third trimester, the danger to the woman’s health becomes the greatest and fetal development nears completion.  In the final trimester the state’s interests in protecting the health of the mother and in protecting the life of the fetus become their most compelling.  The state may regulate or even prohibit abortions during this stage, as long as there is an exception for abortions necessary to preserve the life and health of the mother.

Considering that the most restrictive anti-abortion laws in the U.S. have exceptions for the health of the mother, the addition of the third trimester procedures is not needed to protect Roe v. Wade. The decision plainly says that states can even prohibit abortion at the third trimester, if the state finds it necessary.

Roe v. Wade stands without infanticide.

2.  It is the woman's body which is sacrosanct and her reproductive rights are impinged if these laws are not approved.

This is the worst violation of logic possible, if one takes the governor of Virginia's words to be true (emphasis added):

[I]f a mother is in labor, I can tell you exactly what would happen. The infant would be delivered. The infant would be kept comfortable. The infant would be resuscitated if that's what the mother and the family desired, and then a discussion would ensue between the physicians and the mother. So I think this was really blown out of proportion.

If the infant is delivered, you are no longer dealing with the woman's body.

There is a brand new body that is involved: the infant's!

And thus we have the inconsistency and hypocrisy. And a child which has its own body already removed from the woman's womb, killed.

Now the question is, who is next?

The husband here.

You may want to read my previous post, Logic vs. "The New Abortion", before diving into this one.

The Democrat Party has horrible roots, and from what I can tell has not changed.

But now, due to its wholesale endorsement of socialism, thanks to ignorant imbeciles like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (who doesn't seem to know or understand that socialism in all its forms has never worked for any country that has tried it), the Democratic Party is in the process of destroying itself. That is, if it allowed to do so by the alphabet media outlets and their kings.

And on top of that, as if that wasn't enough, the national level of the party has put practically all of its eggs into the infanticide basket. It should be renamed to the Baal Party.

They, the Democrats, were instrumental in stopping the approval of Senate Bill # S.311 - The Born-Alive Abortion Survivors Protection Act 

The language of the bill is very easy to understand:

(1) If an abortion results in the live birth of an infant, the infant is a legal person for all purposes under the laws of the United States, and entitled to all the protections of such laws.

(2) Any infant born alive after an abortion or within a hospital, clinic, or other facility has the same claim to the protection of the law that would arise for any newborn, or for any person who comes to a hospital, clinic, or other facility for screening and treatment or otherwise becomes a patient within its care.

This bill is a simple extension of the 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, where anyone who is a citizen here cannot have his or her rights (mainly life, liberty, and property) taken away by any government under U.S. jurisdiction without due process of law.

This bill would make an infant that is outside of the mother's womb officially a person, and as such should have as much medical assistance as possible to live.

The bill was blocked from approval on Monday 02/25/2019 by all but 3 Democrats.

 The Democrats who blocked the bill, as well as numerous abortion-supporting organizations and the aforementioned alphabet news media, insisted that it was an attempt to attack women's health (WRONG - the baby is no longer in the woman's body and cannot affect her health AT ALL) and/or (to quote Planned Parenthood) it legislated something that doesn't exist in medicine or reality.

Birth of a living, viable child after an attempted abortion doesn't exist? Really?

You evil, Baal/Molech worshipping bastards may want to rethink that.

Talk to Jill Stanek:

Or Melissa Ohden:

Or Gianna Jessen:

As far as calling the Democratic Party the Party of Baal goes, it's not an exaggeration. "Oh you fat idiot" I can hear rank-and-file Democrats say, "you're just a stuuuupid religious fanatic who believes all those fairy tales out of that 400 year old goofy book."

Oh sure, I believe it. The Israelites of the Old Testament began at some point to worship the Canaanite deity of horrors, Baal (or Molech as he was called in some areas). Baal was only truly satisfied when babies were burned alive on a large metal carving of the god. Israel paid heavily for their terrible sacrifices.

BUT...

This is not a fairy tale. There have been a huge number of cultures that practiced human sacrifice, and with it, child sacrifice.

The Greeks and Romans documented that the Carthaginians performed child sacrifices in exactly the same way described in the Bible (with fire inside a hollow bronze statue of the god), and their writings have been confirmed with archaeology. It's no wonder that Cato the Elder ended every speech he gave with "Carthage must be destroyed".

The one now that pertains most to the modern day, though, is the the Palmyrenes. They had a temple dedicated to Bel, which is another name for Baal.

Why does it matter today? Because the temple had a gateway that has been replicated and put on display in the most important western cities. Cities that have been instrumental in abortion and the killing of not thousands of babies, like Baal, but MILLIONS. The two places it has shown up in America:

New York City in April 19, 2016...

and Washington D.C. in September 26, 2016.

There you are, Baalites.

Hi there, children, it's me the Obese Guy with Anger Issues. It's been awhile, I know, what took me so long to update blah blah blah make me a sandwich and get me a Capri Sun and shut the hell up.

My darling wife the Crazy Duck and Little Yappy Dog Lady and I have finally done it. We've raised our two boys into full-fledged men. I've got to say it was a team effort and I'm extremely proud of the job we've done.

The eldest is a mechanical engineer working for the Feds, more specifically a Navy contractor dealing with nuclear vessels. This job of his pays very well, much more than I ever earned per year. However, in dealing with the Federal government, he has finally realized that dear old Dad was correct in his assessments of the workplace, i.e. that no matter how much you love what you do for a living, the place and many of the people you work with are huge pains in the ass. Also, except for handing out paychecks, the Human Resources Department is a useless wart on the ass of any organization and should be minimized to the bare bones.

The youngest son graduated with a cum laude from his 4-year university a few weeks back with great praise and celebration. He is pursuing a historian career, which unfortunately requires more schooling. We have arranged his graduate work to be done in Charleston, South Carolina, which is well within driving distance of me and his mother and the little yappy dog which he loves dearly.

Charleston is a marvelous place to study history, since it existed long before the U.S. did (see Charles Towne), and being a major seaport for centuries has seen the likes of the pirates Blackbeard, Anne Bonny, and Stede Bonnet. So even while my son is pursuing his dream job, he can get some supplemental income from all the Charleston jobs related to its history available.

In celebration of the youngest's graduation, the eldest arranged at his own expense a week for both of them at Universal Studios, Florida in Orlando.

Since the only available cars they had were mine and their mother's, the boys decided to take mine. Mary Anne wanted them to take her car since it was small and less burdensome. Packing for the trip was going to be a laborious task, but we began. We had to make sure the GPS worked and that they could power their electronic gadgets.

Then it happened. The gremlins, those little bastards, decided to begin attacking. No power at all was coming into the power outlet. I tried to decipher the fusebox diagram, I changed out a fuse, and it still didn't work. Then I handed over the car to a neighborhood shop, where they killed one gremlin. YAY! Now the GPS worked.

BUT... the outlet was loose. We could not keep the GPS on, and no other plug would work in the outlet. So I and the Crazy Writing Lady decided that the boys could drive my car instead. It's what I originally wanted anyway, since my Jeep was more spacious for more packing, and it had a new sound system with Bluetooth - smartphones could be used to get extra music, podcasts, you name it. And the power outlet worked. So I went to verify everything would work.

OMG. A squad of gremlins smashed the sound system and even disabled the radio and power.

That was the last straw. I got good and angry, opened up the fusebox and pulled out the manual and reading glasses, and finally pulled out my toolbox, and smashed gremlin guts all over the place.

As usual, violent anger served me well and everything in the vehicle started functioning again. We sent the sons off, they had a great time at Hogwarts and other Universal attractions, and came home safe and exhausted.

No matter how old they get, they'll always be my boys, and I love them very much. Good going. guys!

Congress has suddenly noticed that the U.S.A. formerly had slaves back before 1865.
I know, crazy, right? It does take Congress awhile to figure stuff out.

But, they finally 154 years ago realized what was happening and ended it.

It seems though, in 2019, this same organization must have done some extensive research and deduced that people in the U.S.A. owned slaves (granted, if the 1860 Census can be believed, a very small percentage of them).

And of course, being the Federal Government, they want all taxpayers to give bunches of money to black people now to FURTHER fix the problem they had already fixed back then. Granted, there is no slave or slave owner alive in 2019 (or have probably been alive for at least 50 years).

There are a little over 40 million blacks in America as of around 2016. If we pay each one, let's say $10,000, which is about the current price of a rural undeveloped 40 acres and a mule (the amount of reparations promised by Abraham Lincoln but never paid), that would total up to 400 billion dollars.
There have been crazy public estimates of 6.4 trillion bucks today. Even that may be low, given what I'm about to tell you.

Now, to reveal all of the truth, this is not the very first time that the American government has looked upon the evil of slavery and decided to try and solve all of the problems related to it in our nation.

First off, we had a huge war in our land to basically eliminate slavery. This was the American Civil War, and it was responsible for the death of at least 600,000 Americans on both sides of the issue.

The second attempt to fix the institutional racism that was still present approximately 100 years after the war was Lyndon Baines Johnson's Great Society, also known as the War on Poverty (poverty being a major attribute of the black family at the time).

So, in order to address the need for slavery reparations, money per se shall always be an insufficient solution.

Let us apply reparations in proper measure to that which we have already paid, that is human life and resources that have not worked and yet continue to be paid.

Reparation 1: Human life - Ban black abortions for one year.

We cannot simply wish 600,000 lives to resurrect themselves. What we can do, however, is to minimize death among blacks. Considering that abortion ends future human life, proper reparations would be ending abortion for blacks, unless the unborn baby endangered the life of the mother.
Also considering that abortion destroys an average of 1,000,000 lives every year, it would only take one year of forbidding it to get the number of lives back that were "paid" in the Civil War.

Reparation 2: Economic resources - allow blacks to live tax-free for five years.

While LBJ did great things to equalize opportunities via the Civil Right Acts, the War on Poverty has cost all of us 22 trillion dollars in current adjusted funds. Not even one ghetto has been closed up for this amount of recompense.
Since starting new social programs and whatnot has been shown to not solve the problem, let us instead allow black taxpayers to keep their money, which should be much more beneficial, efficient, and immediate than a new bureaucracy.
The yearly budget for the Federal Government currently stands at approximately 4 trillion dollars. If we do some rounding, we can get to 20 trillion dollars of tax-free living in five years.

There we are. Proper reparations done, and I bet they'd be a lot better than just throwing more money down a bottomless sinkhole.

It's Mr. Angry, playing movie critic here. There are spoilers of the Blade Runner movies in this post, so don't read this if you haven't seen and want to watch them.

I was feeling some nostalgia about the Blade Runner movies the other day - the original and its sequel Blade Runner 2049. The original was released for theaters in 1982 and has been revised numerous times into lastly the "final cut" which was released in 2007.

The original theatrical release of Blade Runner had its flaws, mainly a voice-over narration by Harrison Ford and a "happily ever after" ending. These were done mainly for the audiences of the time, who had difficulty with the plot and questionable ending of the movie as envisioned by the director Ridley Scott. These were later "fixed" in the "director's cut" of the movie released on DVD.

After watching both versions, I loved them both.

But the ending where Rutger Hauser's character Roy Batty gave a dying monologue and then released a white dove spoke most to me.

It's a funny happenstance of how it occurred, from what I've heard about the production.
Ridley Scott was running out of time on the movie, so the bright morning sky appeared while filming the dove flying into it. Into a beautiful, blue, clear sky.

As we see from later "cuts", Ridley had envisioned a dark, cloudy sky, making the scene much more sad and somber in tone.

I had recognized the symbolism of the dove. It was Roy's soul, as it had emerged from a four year old manufactured life. It either ascended into heaven or flew off into oblivion. I liked the former much more than the latter. So in my opinion, that accident in filming was serendipity at its finest.

The other pivotal replicant character was Rachael, who had implanted memories. This memory implantation seemed to be a completely novel technology invented by the Tyrell Corporation in the original Blade Runner; other replicants had no such memories and began their lives as adults with a four year lifespan. That company was owned by the founder and inventor Eldon Tyrell, who was very advanced in age. Tyrell had used his niece's memories to implant into the replicant Rachael, who had no set lifespan.

Tyrell, in essence, was manufacturing a fully human life, in any form or fashion he saw fit.

We will come back to this after describing some of Blade Runner 2049, directed by Denis Villeneuve

The long awaited sequel to Blade Runner burst upon the scene in 2017, with Denis Villeneuve as the director.

The cinematography was second to none. The original movie of course had relatively no CGI; this sequel had some but it was done terrifically, sometimes in the most subtle of ways.

The movie's setting was 30 years after the first one, which (not coincidentally) matches the actual time span between the filming of the movies.

In the sequel, Tyrell Corporation collapsed and was bought by a much younger man, Niander Wallace. Niander, by the way, was born blind which proves he is absolutely human.

Wallace has an entirely different goal than Tyrell did. His androids seem to have the implanted memories that Tyrell was pursuing, and have no set lifespans. However, Wallace doesn't think he has the facilities to manufacture the number of replicants to ensure some facsimile of human life throughout eternity among the worlds in the universe.

The novel technology that seems to elude Wallace is reproduction among replicants. With this, Wallace will no longer need manufacturing facilities; everything he needs will be inside the replicants themselves. In other words, a race of slaves to serve the "true" humans.

Now let us examine the goals of the two creators, Tyrell and Wallace.

Tyrell was no doubt feeling his mortality encroach, which was prematurely and unexpectedly brought to him by one of his creations. If Tyrell could have made replicants and implanted them with whatever memories he could retrieve from someone, he could then simply take his own memories and put them in a new body, thus becoming, in essence, immortal.

Wallace, as stated before, wanted to supplant God, possibly as some sort of twisted vengeance against his own Creator for making him blind, and thus flawed.

In the prologue vignettes posted on Youtube, Wallace was shown as responsible for fending off famine for humanity. He possibly thought that he was not adequately recognized for doing this, and so wanted to go further by creating a race of humans that would see him as their true creator and. due to their programming, would properly worship him.

These deep thoughts along with the pretty lights and sounds are why I love these two movies so much.

Angry Old Fat Man here, boys and girls.

America landed on the moon on my third birthday. That's right, I was born exactly three years before mankind took their first steps on a different celestial body, our moon.

Unbelievably, there are fools out there who not only don't believe we did this, but also believe we faked the footage live and they advertise this misinformation to influence the young and the extremely gullible:

Thank God we have people who are not only knowledgeable, but have a sense of humor.

There are numerous Internet memes that have an "expanding brain" sequence, which shows a brain and/or spirit expanding from a Homer Simpson sized nugget up to a galactic sized ethereal enlightened soul.

I found one the other day that addressed the moon landing:

Enjoy! The Eagle has landed!

The Obese Man with Anger Issues here.

I gotta tell you, there are few things that make me more angry than pure, unadulterated ignorance.

So there is ignorance that is very understandable, for instance like quantum mechanics, regular old vehicle mechanics, computer operations, etc. etc.

Then there is stuff that is easily decipherable as garbage, but because of huge amounts of propaganda and gullible fools, is spread upon the society as if it was the gospel truth.

Let's look at slavery, particularly the American variety which was restrained to blacks from the continent of Africa.

Let us first look at the ignorance itself, so that we can deconstruct and hence refute it.
Here is a black comedian using the ignorance as a joke. The fact that he uses it as a joke makes me hope he knows the truth about it, but I will use it nonetheless because a joke needs to be understood and probably believed to elicit laughter

To review:
According to the joke, white men went to Africa, chased down black men (presumably on horseback), captured them (presumably with nets or lassos), practically dragged them to boats, and sailed to America where the were sold to work on plantations.

This is woefully untrue. Anyone who can use common sense who can think a very tiny bit could tell you that.

There are several "secrets" (some of them being humorous themselves) that will allow you to see that indeed, this is all wrong and stems from ignorance.

• Ancient boats were not spacious, thus could not hold horses.

If white men wanted to chase down a large number of black men, they would need horses.
Could they get horses in Africa? Not really. So they would have needed to ship the horses to Africa AND BACK.
This is the most unreasonable part for a detestable slaver. Any horse on the boat during a return trip would mean fewer slaves to sell, hence less profit, especially after such costly effort in chasing and capturing black men. So there was no chasing done.

White men will do as little work as possible to get the most money.

This funny little secret is true even in the modern day.

A white man's perfect job is to get handed a huge salary for sitting down and practically doing nothing. That's why an enormous majority of company executives, lawyers, and politicians are... hold on to your hat... white men.

Given this secret aspect of white culture, do you think the white slavers would even exit their boats if they didn't have to? Oh hell no.

And it turns out they didn't have to. They simply arranged an exchange of slaves for (heartfelt apologies for the equivalence) other valuable goods and had them loaded by... wait for it... unenslaved black men.

OK, but why would free black men load other blacks on to a slave ship? Simply because the captured blacks were captured in wars with other blacks.

As there is war that rages between African nations today, so it has been happening for hundreds of years ago, even before mass European slavery existed. Tribe fought against tribe, and sadly enough, there was a time that every defeated tribesman was murdered.

Then the white man showed up and things got worse, but slightly better for a very few tribesmen.

The white man came bearing superior weapons and (slave-made) rum in exchange for their defeated opposing tribesmen.

A small percentage of those black men were shipped to America, where they avoided death in Africa and eventual well-deserved freedom.

Unfortunately, this snippet of history doesn't make a good joke. But at least it's not damnable ignorance.

My and the Crazy Duck Lady's oldest boy came to visit last weekend. He did so to celebrate Mary Anne's and our youngest boy's (Samuel) birthdays, both which fall in August. Here they go, the boys (they're men now, but like my wife, I'll always think of them as my boys):

The Angry Old Webmaster for Quacking Alone here.

Many apologies for the bad news I'm about to break to our readers and people who hate the things I blog about and want to tell me how wrong I am, but for some ungodly reason, the website comments no longer work.

This is not anything to do with censorship or any such thing, but is strictly due to technical problems that I have no idea how to solve.

I figure it has to do with our last huge website update, which involved the attempt to make the site compliant with mobile devices. Google told the world that it was necessary to make websites functional to their specifications, so if we wanted to continue our existence on the biggest presence on the interwebs, we had to do it.

But now our user comments don't work, even though I have tried my utmost best to make them functional, it ain't happening.

Once again, boys and girls, I apologize for my lack of tech skills.

AOFM here.

You know that things are going to go badly when the Weather Channel shows somebody standing in your town...

...dammit, I swear there was were videos out there from the Weather Channel in Myrtle Beach and another in Charleston. Meh. Oh well...

Of course, today we remember the largest terrorist attack on American soil, which occurred on September 11, 2001. That was exactly 18 years ago, and many children who were born on that day are no longer officially children. They are of voting age and meet the age of sexual consent in all states of our Union. In other words, they are adults.

However, because of sheer ignorance and in too many cases stupidity, they don't really know what happened that day. In 2012, I wrote a summary of the event and what it meant to many us who actually saw it and experienced it.

Let me sum it up as factually and as simply as possible for the benefit of our new adults.

On September 11, 2001, 19 foreign hijackers (the majority being Saudis) took control of 4 passenger jet airplanes. They proceeded to crash the airplanes into 3 buildings and an open field. The buildings were the 2 towers of the World Trade Center in New York City and the Pentagon in Washington DC.

The open field was in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. This was obviously not the hijackers' target. There is evidence that the target was either the U.S. Capitol building or the White House, and that the airplane was diverted in some way, either internally by the passengers or shot down by our warplanes.

After the impact of the 2 planes, both towers of the World Trade Center collapsed because of structural damage and fire. No magic, no rigged explosives, nothing of that nature.

The Pentagon collapsed on the wall where the passenger jet impacted it. The rest of the building was constructed to withstand all sorts of military attacks, so it didn't suffer damage like the civilian buildings in NYC. It did, however, suffer from a large passenger crashing into it at approximately 500 mph, which penetrated the reinforced concrete walls towards the inner portions.

Unlike some goofy French tabloid-level articles and books, there was plenty of evidence showing pieces of the passenger jet and even its identification numbers. Plenty of live witnesses, no missiles, no holograms, no rigged explosives.

Now, go check out my first summary written in 2012, and don't wallow in ignorance.

Concerning your statements last night in the Democrat Presidential Nominee debate:

As Leonidas said to the Persians who requested that they lay down their weapons, essentially surrendering:

ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ

Angry Old Fat Man here.

The Crazy Morkie and Duck Lady and I have cut the cord.
Of course, I'm not talking about anything related to biology or birth or anything like that.

I'm talking about television. Ol' cable TV.

We had Spectrum / Time-Warner as our provider.

We had a "bundle" deal, which gave us internet and digital phone as well as cable TV for a slightly discounted rate.

After Crazy Duck Lady started having trouble with the bills, I started doing research and found out the most important part of our "bundle" - that these are designed mainly for old people who don't know anything and really don't want to know anything about how we can get TV right through the internet and skip all of the set-top boxes and other junk they like you to pay hidden rent charges on.

Because BACK IN MAH DAY YA JUS' TURNED ON THE TV AND THERE YAH WAS, YAH HAD YER 57 CHANNELS WITH NOTHIN' ON!

But we're not getting any younger or richer and we didn't watch half of the TV cable tier, so we decided to, in the parlance of the day, "cut the cord".
Save money, tailor your viewing choices closer to what you want... what's to lose, right?

Well, the "streaming services", which are the substitutes for the expensive cable TV bundling, have to provide stuff you want to see, or else Crazy Morkie Lady will get crazier and destroy your will to live, right up to the point you simply put all of the cable TV stuff back and wind up in the poorhouse in a few more months.

My research gave us a very small number of streaming services that would work. We already had some Roku devices being used on TVs other than the living room set, so we had a limited experience with streaming. All we needed to do at that point was to find a major streaming service that would let us watch network TV and a decent number of basic cable networks.

Most of these mega services had free trials but no local channels available. For local TV they wanted you to use a digital antenna - something that was pretty much out of the question for our location.

So that was what made me finally look at Youtube TV.

The boys and I used Youtube extensively, so were not intimidated at all by the interface. We just set up the Roku app and there we were.
The free trial showed us that all we needed to do was create a Google account, in which we entered our street address that linked us straight to local channels without problems at all.

The most difficult thing we had to do was to ensure that our internet and Wi-fi were topnotch. I'm a computer guy, so we got the necessary equipment from Wal-Mart and installed it, giving us all of the wireless streaming power we needed.

And WHACK goes the cable TV and WHACK goes at least $100 off of our bills each month.

Angry Old Fat Man here, with a stupendous announcement:
I got the Christmas tree up! YAY!

We had to get a much smaller tree, thanks to Little Yippy Dog.

We also decided to change up the ornaments. We had a lot of ornaments in various sizes and shapes with pics of our boys in them with Santa. The first several were clear snowflake ones. So we decided to change all of the ornaments to snowflake ones, thanks to Snapins.

We kept a few other ones that were hand-made, but one in particular was metal and glass, and we decided to put the newest member of the family in it:

Happy Holidays to you and your kin!

Guess who? That's right, it's me, Angry Old Fat Man, the husband of the Crazy Duck Lady.

We had a fairly good Christmas, including a big surprise.

I and the wife were fully expecting Zachary, my oldest boy, to come down to Myrtle Beach from New York State (Schenectady) for Christmas.
What we didn't anticipate, however, was a visit from Zachary's significant other, Clarissa.

She was a sweet enough girl, but she was EXTREMELY sensitive to cigarette smell. Crazy Morkie Mommy is a smoker, and we expected Clarissa to be put off a little by it, but wife tried to smoke outside of our own house for days before Clarissa got there, so that she and Zack could share Zack's bedroom for the days we celebrated Christmas (scandalous, back in my day, but I and the wife were fine with it).

That wasn't going to happen. Clarissa absolutely refused to stay in our house for more than a handful of hours. Instead, she saw the Super 8 down from our house and decided to sleep there while she stayed.
Not that it separated her and my son, who slept in her room there at least one night. But that's not really a story that needs to be told.

Samuel, my youngest boy, was up from Charleston as well, but with no attachments. Not that it matters, since he is doing post-grad academic work and is working very hard for a doctorate. No biggie for girlfriends there, though he dabbles a bit in that department. Like his dear old Dad back in the day, work is his main thing right now.
During Christmas, we attended a beautiful event at Brookgreen Gardens: The Nights of a Thousand Candles.

Some of the pictures we took:

Finally, we got through Christmas 2019 with a new backyard fence for our yappy little dog, Pixie Bear, so he could run around outside leash-free without us worrying on whether or not he'd find himself in another house or under some car tires.

And President Trump had impeachment charges filed against him for two or three things that aren't really crimes, especially high crime or even misdemeanors. Like, say, doing adulterous sexual acts while sitting in the Oval Office and then lying to law enforcement about it.

Oh, which reminds me that my wife and I celebrated our 31st marriage anniversary. Which is completely unrelated to the above acts, I swear.

Hi kiddies, Angry Old Fat Man here.

Well, Mary Anne, being the little old lady that she is, felt that her yappy little companion, Pixie Bear, needed an even smaller playmate.
She got her wish in January of this year. A North Carolina woman was selling puppies and Mary Anne got one. It's a Bichon-Frise/Yorkie mix, and it's really cute.

Mary Anne named her Dixie Belle. Dixie was born around Thanksgiving 2019, so she's very young, and she was very shy with Pixie. But now, ho boy, they get along famously and she attacks and jumps on Pixie incessantly now. Here's some video of the both interacting (download and watch it):

And there you are. Another four-legged victim of the Empty Nest Syndrome.

Angry Old Fat Man here.

Well, it's the last day of April 2020 and we have been "quarantined" since March. Nothing has really changed around our household. Crazy Duck Lady has worked from home since a couple of years ago, and I've been declared disabled and unable to work.

The Democrats have finally managed to do it. Trump, with his wonderful empowerment to our economy, had been a shoo-in for Prez this year. Now, because of COVID19 (better known as the "coronavirus"), his opponents have shut down practically all businesses and instituted a panic via their propaganda belt, the mainstream alphabet new media outlets. Since knuckling under the "scientists and doctors", Trump's next term is endangered.

The only thing that Trump can look forward to is the opposition nominee bench and its incompetence.

Barring any surprises, Joe Biden is the Dem candidate of choice. Joe not only has cognitive problems (essentially being a senile old fart), but he also has trouble literally keeping his hands off of women. There are innumerable photos of him groping underage little girls, and one very credible case of him digitally (as in, with fingers) raping one Tara Reade a while back. And it's funny how the same people who scream with rage at Justice Kavanaugh for his invented behavior in high school are now dead silent at Joe. That is, the ones who aren't outright calling his victim a liar.

So that's the news for us from months back. We've survived the virus and watched our youngest puppy Dixie growing at a phenomenal rate.

Angry Old Fat Man, signing off.

Hey there, Fatty McMadDude here.

2020 is past us now. YAY!
It was an extremely bad year for everyone, mainly because of the virus that never went away. Or at least never did by the time "experts" predicted it would. They said we'd have to put up with it for a few months.

Well, it's 2021 and my family STILL has to wear masks and "socially distance". And now that Biden is President, those things won't be going away any time soon.

Biden will be sitting in the big chair in the Oval Office as of tomorrow, and all of the supposed ills of society caused by Trump won't be going away; as a matter of fact I predict they'll get worse, much worse.
Remember how Obama got rid of racism during his 8 years? Got that economy going into overdrive and made us all rich? Pretty much fixed all of the bad stuff George W. did in HIS 8 years? Well, look for the same sort of fixing to get done with Joe and Kamala. Except even worse.

I would lay out all of my predictions here and now, but there's proper places and times for things and this ain't it.

Good news though. Mary Anne's muse has been whispering to her occasionally and she's been writing a little. Hopefully the muse will start its screaming again and you may see some results from it.

In the meantime, love and anger, boys and girls.

Angry Old Fat Man