The Turning………………Lyrics Only………….well maybe a little more

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won’t understand
“Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away”
It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it’s shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?


Tulsa Air and Space Museum

Originally posted on Bring the heat, Bring the Stupid:

The Tulsa Air and Space Museum was a nice find.  A retired American Airlines MD-80 is parked outside, and an F-14 Tomcat is among the aircraft inside.


The museum pays homage to Oklahoma aviators and astronauts, including a large display about Wiley Post, Will Rogers, and their ill-fated flight in Alaska.  Another display described the last B-24 built at the Douglas plant in Tulsa, the “Tulsamerican”, which later went down in the Adriatic. Art deco pieces of the old airport building are preserved, as well as a couple of old Spartan airplanes. Oklahoma astronauts include Apollo 10 and Apollo-Soyuz commander Thomas Stafford, Skylab astronauts Owen Garriott and William Pogue, and Shuttle astronauts Shannon Lucid and John Herrington.

Mr. RFH liked this, the Jumo 004 turbojet engine for the Me-262.

The kids liked the interactive displays and the knowledgeable docent.
mini me

Last but not least was the planetarium, which had a number…

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Beer Map-Daily Mail


This one was out there today/yesterday. It has some rather interesting results, me thinks.

  • Bud Light is most popular beer in US, while Budweiser is tops in Canada 
  • England prefers Carling over anything else, while Ireland opts for Guinness
  • Australians go for Victoria Bitter while Lion Red is the top dog in New Zealand
  • The most popular beer for each country was determined by its market share

“America, this Bud Light’s for you.

At least that is what a new map showing every country’s most popular beer indicates.

The map was created using everything from research reports to corporate filings and it shows the ‘beer brands of the world are as diverse as our planet itself’.”

The most popular beer for each country was determined by market share and VinePair made the map

The above is just a sample of the maps in the article. The rest are of the regions/continents of the world. Hit the link below and have a gander………………………..

Bud Light??????????????????????? Arrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh!
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A Diatribe from PIG

I haven’t been to Politically Incorrect Gazette in a while.

The latest was a doozy!

Here it is.

The Free State of PIG’s primer on parenthood in the 21st century.

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“Anyone can spawn, but those who are least prepared for parenthood are the ones who are most likely to play reproduction roulette with the human gene pool.”

– Hambo’s Spawning axiom

This week’s Top Story paints a bull’s-eye on one of the toughest endeavors a human can undertake: parenthood. It doesn’t matter how you git ‘er done -spawning, adoption, or marrying into an existing family – parenthood isn’t for the faint-hearted. I know what you’re thinking and, as usual, you’re assuming facts not entered into evidence.

Yes, parenthood is very rewarding, but you’ll bust your ass earning those rewards, especially in this Obamunist Error.

Yes, parenthood can give you awesome moments which are above and beyond the highs produced by any other endeavor.

The other night, I watched a superb example of parenthood on a cable channel. It involved a dad who was helping his middle school aged son, modify one of those munchkin size motorcycles. The essential element in this story is that dad isn’t a gearhead. When it came to auto mechanics, working on cars, trucks or motorcycles he didn’t have a clue. Furthermore, he isn’t up to speed on things like welding, and assorted other relevant skills.

Dad proved he had the right stuff by helping his son research the various tasks needed for the project. He helped his son by hooking him up with a cycle wrangler who taught the lad how to weld. Dad found a machinist who showed the lad the finer points of metal fabrication. In other words dad and son learned the various skills needed to modify the lad’s ride, together. Dad didn’t try to buy his son a customized ride, because he knew it would be better to let his son do it for himself. He allowed his son to succeed or fail so he could learn the essential life lessons from the attempt. It was an example of parenting at its best.

Another memorable parenting moment happened the morning after Halloween, last Fall. A young couple stopped to thank us for our record-shattering pop corn adventure. They’d moved into a house one street over in April. Armed with a plastic garbage bag, the couple and their grade school age tykes were going through the neighborhood, picking up Halloween Night trash. That’s a good neighbor. It’s also setting an excellent example for their young ‘uns.

A friend of mine scares the crap out of local Educrats. Why? He’s a passionate, outspoken, defender of his sons’ right to a proper education. He’s the Educrats worst nightmare: a rational individual who won’t be silenced, and rejects the usual Educrap bull crap. His sons are lucky to have a great dad.

What’s my point? Good parents are out there and we salute them. However, I still have unresolved issues. Such as? Glad you asked. My primary ‘issue’ with human reproduction is the fact that it’s much too easy.

Unlike our animal counterparts whose sexual drive is entirely procreational, humans are blessed/cursed with a dual purpose sex drive which is procreational and recreational at the same time. Our animal friends get to ignore their sex drives for months at a time, until, at specific times of the year, they gather to ‘perpetuate the species.’ Another design advantage given to animals involves who is allowed to breed. In many animal species, only the select few – the strongest, genetically superior, who have the greatest chance for survival – are allowed to breed. This fact of nature tends to improve a given species, over time. [No…I’m not advocating this approach for humans.]

I am saying that, before someone decides to spawn, they should give it as much thoughtful consideration as they give to purchasing a house. Both are decades-long commitments. Both require hard work, sacrifice, and an ability to deal with unanticipated drama. Again, both endeavors are rewarding and worth doing, but neither should be entered into blindly. To put it bluntly “oops” is no substitute for family planning.

If this sage advice is ignored, you get a pedophile loving horror like Mama June engaged in serial spawning.

North ‘Nori’ West seems destined to go through life with papa Kanye’s scowl and mama Kim’s [Porn Star Kardashian’s] colossal caboose. We’ll keep your fingers crossed and hope for the best.

Just the thought of what might emerge from Paris Hilton’s toxic nads gives me night sweats. Let’s hope we never find out.

Admittedly, we all cringed when Twerpy Tom Cruise spawned with Katie Holmes. It was nightmarish, until Katie made us proud when she escaped Tom’s Twilight Zone with daughter Suri. Katie has succeeded, so far, in keeping Suri unsullied by daddy’s legendary moonbattery.

Snooki has spawned and so has Tila Tequila a double whammy which bodes ill for humanity.

No list of celebrity offspring would be complete without mentioning that harbinger of all that is evil in America: Obama’s imaginary son. Oh, how that imaginary lad has suffered.

Thanks to Korrectniks, activists and other pests, parenthood, which has always been action packed, keeps getting more daunting. Here are a few Korrectnik inspired magic parenthood moments:

• Your wenchlet daughter throws you this curve ball, “Daddy, why is that strange boy, Tommy Wilson, allowed to use the girl’s bathroom? Teacher called it something silly…trans something.”


“That’s it, what does it mean daddy?”

By all means, field that one daddy, but remember that inconvenient truth. Whatever you tell her will be repeated at school, so something real like “Tommy has always been a twisted little twerp” or “Like his daddy, Tommy likes to pretend he’s a girl” won’t cut it. Welcome to the wonderful world of ‘my daddy said’, dude.

• A Middle School age daughter sets her laptop on the kitchen table where mom is having her morning coffee. “Can you help me set up my Facebook page? I’m having trouble picking a gender.”

Mom smiles that ‘you silly girl’ smile. “You’re a girl sweetheart. The correct choice is female.”

“That’s not on the list mom.”

“It has to be. There are only two.”

“They have 56 and female isn’t one of them.”

After studying the choices, mom looks stunned. “What did your father say?”

Giggling, baby girl rolls her eyes. “You won’t let me say stuff like that. Let’s just say it was…colorful.”

“Leave it blank. With a name like Jennifer Elaine, we’ll let your ‘friends’ do the math.”

“Maybe I’ll change it every day. I’ll start at the top and work my way down the list. Or I could just pick one at random, every day. Thanks mom.”

• Your son looks at his Little League trophy then drops it in the trash can, asking, “Why does everyone get a trophy? Even Ruben got one and he can’t even walk to first base without falling down.

Your move parenting Sparky.

“Little League is stupid. They won’t let us keep score and nobody ever wins. What’s the point?”

I’m reasonably certain that getting real with “Little League is run by a bunch of lefties who have their heads up their ass.” is begging for trouble.

Don’t even get me started on adventures in Zero Tolerance, where finger guns, sharing mom’s homemade cookies with classmates, and chewing your Pop Tart into the shape of a gun get your tyke suspended. If you can make your young ‘un understand that, I’m very impressed.

What, you ask, is your reward? The Nanny State demotes ‘mom/mother’ and ‘dad/father’ to ‘parent 1′, ‘parent 2′. How thrilling is that! It gets even better, parent Sparky, because the Educrats at your kids’ cess school have your young ‘uns spying on you. Are we having fun yet?

You’ll be giddy to learn that the Nanny State Nitwits, Educrats, and activists of all ilks agree that you’re a bad influence on your children. Fear not, they plan to rescue the tykes, before it’s too late.

Thanks to the Progtards, the feckless Elephant Clan establishment, Greeniacs, Educrats and too many other asshats, your children face a troubling future. Through sabotage and neglect, America has squandered its legacy. Their America will be less free, less prosperous, and much more dangerous than the America your parents bequeathed to you and your siblings.

Your children’s ability to restore what has been lost will be greatly hampered by an increasingly oppressive Nanny State. How bad will it be? It’s difficult to determine, because it depends on something we still don’t know: Will the U.S. Constitution out-live us?

Given that grim reality, what, if anything, can you do? More than you think.

As a parent, it’s up to you to prepare your children for the challenges they’ll face. The time to start that endeavor is NOW.

• To prepare your children for success, you must allow them learn the essential life lessons that are part and parcel with failure. Get the kids into a sports league where they keep score, where someone wins or loses, and where trophies are awarded for achievement.

• Before your children can restore the America that’s lost, you must make sure they know what it was. Have them read ‘Liberty and Tyranny’ by Mark Levin if they’re old enough to understand it. Get younger kids on the right track with the ‘Rush Revere’ series by El Rushbo.

• With group think running rampant, give your children the courage to be an individual.

• Encourage your children to brush aside all those nay sayers plus all the unnecessary Nanny State hurdles, when they pursue their personal, highly individualized American Dream.

• Instill in your children the core beliefs (values if you will) that form the solid foundation for their lives.

• Make your children understand that they won’t succeed by ‘feeling’ their way through life. They succeed by using reason to conduct their lives.

A Few Stray Parenting Notions

• Whenever possible, inject some PIGish fun into your parenting.

• Encourage Moonbeam and Little Johnny to use the term ‘cess-school’ and wait for that note from the relevant Educrat.

• Use the PIG Primer to teach your rugrat their ABCs. A gem like “G is for GLAAD BAAGS” is ticking time bomb ready to thrill some unsuspecting Progtard spitless.

• Add a generous dose of PIGisms to your childrens’ vocabulary, then sit back and wait for some unsuspecting lib to set one off.

• If Moonbeam introduces you to her Goth BFF, think twice before you mouth off. Goth wenchlets tend to be bad ass. You probably don’t want to go there.

• If you’re a Bill Engvall fan you’re locked and loaded for that ‘I’ve got no problem going back to prison’ encounter with Moonbeam’s new boyfriend.

Since this rant needs a slam bang finish, I’ll share this compelling Dave Barry Wisdom:

• “Do not try to be cool. You are not cool to your child. You are hideously embarrassing.”

• “Do not talk to your child’s friends. This will be hideously embarrassing to your child. If you are around your child’s friends, you should be invisible and wear military-style camouflage.”

• “Never, ever sing in the presence of your child’s friends, unless you want your child to do something. Like, ‘If you don’t get an A in geometry, I am going to sing in public.’ ”

• “When you’re driving your child and your child’s friends, do not talk to them. Do not sing along with the radio. Do not act like you are even in the car. Ideally, you should run along next to the car steering through the window.”

I’ll close with this PIGish notion. Never embarrass your child accidentally. If you’re headed down that road don’t waste it, make sure all the kid’s friends are there to enjoy it.

The rusting relics of an eerie Hungarian train graveyard – The Vintage News


History: Connected to the MAV 301 series locomotive are carriages said to have been used by the Nazis to transport hundreds of thousands of Jews to their deaths at Auschwitz concentration camp

Interesting piece at The Vintage News. I visit this site from time to time as it does have some rather interesting posts.

The pictures of the graveyard are eerie to say the least, not to mention that some may have been used to pull the cars that went to the camps in WW2.

The full story is at the link below.

The rusting relics of an eerie Hungarian train graveyard – The Vintage News.


One of my favourite Gordon Lightfoot songs…………………….

There’s a kind of a restless feeling
And it pulls me from within
It sets my senses reeling
And my wheels begin to spin

In the quietude of winter
You can hear the wild geese cry
And I will always love that sound
Until the day I die

There’s a plain and a simple answer
To each and every quest
From every quiet dancer
Who might be a special guest

In a movie made for TV
Or a late night interview
You might even find them
On the ‘Young and the Restless’ too

Do you get that restless feeling
When you hear a whistle blast ?
Like an echo from the past
Of an old engine flying down
A road that’s iron cast

The lake is blue, the sky is gray
The leaves have turned to gold
The wild goose will be on her way
The weather’s much too cold

When the muskie and the old trout too
Have all gone down to rest?
We will be returning to the
Things that we love best?

Do you get that restless yearning
When you think about your dad?
And the scrimshaw that he had
Of an old schooner roving
‘Neath a sky that’s ironclad

There’s a kind of a restless feeling
And it catches you, off guard
As we gaze off in the distance
Through the trees in my back yard

I can feel the restless yearning
Of those geese as off they roam
Then trade that for a warm bed
And a place I can call home

Will you get that restless yearning
When you hear the wicked blast?
Of a sceptre from the past
Of a cold diesel, rolling down a road that’s built to last

Still, I get that restless feeling
When I hear a whistle blast
See an image from the past
Of an old schooner flying down a sky that’s overcast

This song hits home………………………

Friends that are gone now……………

Lex, Buck, Lionel…………………..

Somebody’s Gotta Do It – CNN’s Mike Rowe Pays Tribute to Navy Seabees

“Mike Rowe, show host of CNN’s Somebody’s Gotta Do It, is known for his own hard work and appreciating hard work. That’s why it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he praised one of the hardest working groups (and often the most overlooked) groups around– the Navy Seabees.”

Mike Rowe is a really good man. He is one that youngsters these days should take onboard as a role model in my humble opinion.

I miss Dirty Jobs but I do DVR his new show on CNN. It is the only show on CNN worth any effort.

The entire straight skinny is at the link below.

Somebody’s Gotta Do It – CNN’s Mike Rowe Pays Tribute to Navy Seabees.